Day 3
After my second day of my sentence I was so much pain that sleep was nearly impossible. I needed sleep desperately to put an end to the constant pain I was in. My shoulders and my jaw were an unending throbbing pain. I could barely move my jaw at all and my arms were almost useless.
I had laid on the tiny mattress trying fall asleep but the pain and memories of the previous day of agony kept me awake most of the night. Unaware of time, all I had was a timer that read all zeros, and then the door swung open startling me from my haze.
“Good morning Ms. Thompson. Did you sleep well?” He said with a wry smile. He knew I had barely slept a wink.
“No.” I said meekly as I began to cry. My jaw was so sore that “no” sounded like my mouth was already gagged and was almost a mumble.
“I am sorry Ms. Thompson. Well let’s get started shall we?”
Now crying in earnest I began to beg. “pleeeeddbbbzz dddnggooo pbleeeeeebzzbbb nobt agggun…” as I pleaded drool poured out of my mouth as I was now unable to fully close it.
“Stand up Ms. Thompson” ignoring me or perhaps he just didn’t understand what I was saying.
I tried to stand but my arms were in just too much pain. Every time I put weight on my arms I would collapse. “I candt tan dub.”
“It’s OK Ms. Thompson this is quite common, I’ll start down there.” He said sympathetically. “I’m going to start with your choice for today. Would like to suffocate again or chose what’s behind door number one?”
Oh no I can’t do this again! I just know the other choice will be unbearable but I can’t go through suffocating again. No way. Please stop this I can’t stand anymore it hurts too much. God please stop I begged in my mind.
“Well Ms. Thompson? No answer gets both and another day.”
That made my decision easy, well not easy but possible. “Ore umber un.” I said in a whimper.
“Door number one? I just want to be sure, you are a bit hard to understand.”
I nodded slowly that yes I did in fact want door number one. I was terrified at what awaited me behind that door.
“Alright then. In anticipation of your choice I brought your additional punishment with me. “
He then held up above me what looked to be a wet tangle of light colored leather. “This a ballgag, a hood and a long strip of rawhide. The hood, the strap on the ballgag as well as the strip are all made of rawhide. As you may have noticed all of them are wet. You most likely are not aware of this interesting historical fact but Native Americans would torture their enemies by binding them with wet rawhide. One method was to lash them as tightly as possible using the wet rawhide spread eagle in the sun. As the rawhide dried it would shrink quite a lot therefore stretching the victims limbs painfully as if on the rack, though not that badly I assume.” He intoned with a smirk.
Oh my God! What is he going to do?!
“Anyway, door number one is a variation on that. Rather than your usual ballgag and hood you will be gagged with these wet rawhide versions. Over the eight hours the rawhide will dry and shrink making what you previously thought was an unbearably tight and cruel gag seem like child splay.”
I began to scream; apparently all my mouth needed was the proper amount of fear to be able to open fully.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I screamed at the top of my lungs. On and on I screamed uncontrollably.
“Calm down Ms. Thompson.” He said quietly but I just kept screaming, no words now, just one long terrified scream.
“This is your final warning Ms. Thompson or you will get another day.”
Unable to stop I continued to scream.
“Fine. Have it your way, that’s one more day.”
No effect, I simply could not stop.
“Alright I can see you are in no condition to listen to reason so I’ll just get started.”
While I screamed he flipped me easily onto my stomach. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head sharply back. Since my mouth was open screaming he easily jammed the new ballgag into my mouth, cutting down on the screaming but not completely, just quieting them to a panicked muffle.
“You will notice that this gag, like the last one, has a breathing tube but there are others without one.” He said threateningly.
He fed the wet end of the strap through the buckle and put his free hand on the back of my head smashing my face into the mattress. He then pulled the strap as tight as he could using my head as leverage and buckled it in place.
“I need you to stand up Ms. Thompson, I’ll help you up as is seems your arms are pretty useless right now.”
My screams had turned to pitiful muffled whines. Once he helped me get vertical I was able stand while he continued the gagging process.
The plastic bag was again pulled over my head to protect my hair and the crushingly tight tape hood was applied.
“The tape will provide a bit of a reduction in shrinkage of the rawhide Ms. Thompson, but it will still shrink enough that you will definitely notice a big difference in the tightness of the ballgag. “Actually” he began matter of factly as he pulled each wrapping tight. “We cover the ballgag with tape because we had several injuries to the wearer’s jaws due to the rawhide shrinkage without inhibiting it somehow. A woman suffered a broken jaw before we recognized a need for an adjustment. She must have really suffered that day! Imagine eight hours gagged with a broken jaw…ouch, huh?”
How was I going to survive the next eight hours? Did he say I earned another day? Fuck no. No. No I can’t take anymore… Again my mind reeled with panic. Now my whines turned once again to tears. It took all my mental strength to not reach up and try to rip the gag off but besides being futile, I knew it would earn me another day, at least.
The tight black tape hood all neatly and expertly applied and he held the rawhide hood up so I could see it clearly.
“Now for the rawhide hood. Once this hood begins to shrink your head will feel like it is being crushed in a vice but from all sides. It will force the ballgag deeper into your mouth causing you to retch violently. It will get tighter and tighter as it dries out eventually drying rock hard. It will feel like your head is encased in rock.” He then pulled the sopping hood over her taped head.
"God please no, stop stop stop…” I felt the fear rise again to an unbearable level and I began screaming into my horrific gag. “You’re going to kill me. You can’t do this it’s too much… You don’t know what it’s like I can’t take it. It hurts too much. Please stop please stop Oh God please make it stop. If this gag gets any tighter, I’ll die! Pleeeeeeease stooooop!"
He smoothed out any wrinkles as he pulled the laces tighter and tighter. The wet hood was fairly thin and being wet once he finished the lacing created a second skin on top of the tape hood.
“In case you are worried about the hood tightening around your throat and choking you to death, don’t worry, it will get tighter around your throat but there is a plastic barrier around the throat area that will not allow the shrinkage to strangle you. We figured out that problem the hard way as well.” He shrugged.
The stiff harness was next. The harness I knew was just to add to my suffering. He applied it with the same severity as he had before and finished the harness off by adding locks to all the buckles.
Last and most certainly not least he buckled and locked the stiff posture collar around my neck. My breathing now was very labored as it had been the previous two days. All I could do was stand there and wait for my bondage to get worse, I was helpless to do anything else.
“Today will be a bit different bondage wise.” He said as he fastened wide leather cuffs around each ankle and of course securing them with padlocks. Each ankle was then fastened to a ring in the floor directly below the winch coming down from the ceiling. I couldn’t lift my feet off the floor at all.
I knew all too well what came next. My arms were about to be wrenched behind my back and pulled up to my neck. In a few minutes once the reverse prayer arm bondage was complete my shoulders arm arms were a howling agony and it was about to get worse, much worse.
“I am now connecting your hood to the pulley at the end of the wench with the wet rawhide strip and tying the other end to your wrists. Your ankles have been secured to floor so as the rawhide shrinks the tightness increases without hanging you by your head. If that were to happen the tightness of the gag would only be as much as your body weight would allow. Since your feet can’t leave the ground, the gag will get much tighter than simply hanging you from the hood.” As he finished his explanation he tightened the winch as tight as he could. It seemed like my neck was being stretched so far that my head might just be pulled off. Incredibly my screams and pleading made no sound at all. I was now truly silent.
Since my arms were connected to the winch as well my arms were twisted up to my neck in a brutally painful way that would only get worse as time went on. My whole body was taut as a guitar string, I could barely move. Only my fingers and my eyes could express my pain and desperation.
“You’re all set Ms. Thompson. I’ll leave you to it. See you in eight hours.” And he closed the door softly as he left. The clock began its impossibly slow march of time. 7:59:46 Remaining
God please help me! Please stop this make someone stop this… I can’t stand it this is torture… somebody please help me it hurts so much…
I kept praying the same prayer. I kept begging. But I kept suffering. I couldn’t think of anything else, there was nothing else just pain, panic and the thought of an end to my suffering, which seemed so far away as to not exist at all.
I could feel the dampness of the cruel hood on my nose, the only part of my head not covered in tape. The damp was a harbinger of suffering to come. I knew all too soon the hood would start to dry and shrink and my pain would increase immeasurably.
My jaw was stretched beyond what I thought possible and at the same time my jaw was compressed around the huge ballgag so tight my teeth were leaving deep painful indents in my lips and the inside of my cheeks.
6:46:02 Remaining
After just an hour the rawhide was already beginning to dry, and I could feel the effects. My breathing was even more labored, my body felt as if it was slowly, inexorably being stretched on the rack but I was being racked by my ankles and head as opposed to the more traditional way of torturing the victim by stretching them by their wrists and ankles. I now understood the depths of human cruelty.
This is going to kill me. You don't want that, you said so. If this gets any tighter, I'll die. You’ve got to let me out of this. I can’t stand any more. Please stop. I’ll do anything just let me out. Please!
4:02:17 Remaining
I must have sort of grayed out because the last hour or so was awash with pain. My pain had sent me into a kind of fugue state. I felt the pain as intense as ever but time became blurred. My head and arms throbbed with severe burning pain but I became lost in the depths of the pain.
After two hours the rawhide was now getting pretty hard and had shrunk quite a lot and continued to shrink and harden. The pressure on my head was intense. The ballgag was being forced deep into my mouth making me gag and retch over and over each time sending me into a wild immovable panic. I was stretched so taut I was like a statue totally incapable of movement.
3:32:42 Remaining
I must have passed out because I smelled that ammonia smell once again and Mr. Carson standing in front of me. He was holding a syringe.
“Oh Ms. Thompson I told you before passing out is not an option. It is not a punishment if you can’t feel the pain now is it? So this will take care of you passing out.” He said as he held the syringe up so I could get a closer look.
Oh God what’s that! Fuck! Please don’t!
“I need you to stay awake for your punishment so this is an injection of Dexedrine, which in case you don’t know, is a powerful stimulant. I understand it is used to treat attention deficit disorder so it will also help keep you focused on your pain and suffering. I am sorry to have to do this but like I said if you don’t suffer then it isn’t punishment.”
With that said he jabbed the needle into long suffering shoulder. I was in so much other pain I didn’t feel the needle at all.
“Don’t worry Ms. Thompson it won’t make you feel to amped up it will just keep you awake and alert. See you in a few hours.”
I can’t even pass out! I need to get out of this it hurts so much.
I glanced at the clock again for the millionth time, still three hours to go. How was I going to survive? My head was absolutely pounding as the gag and hood continued to tighten.
1:58:06 Remaining
The injection was working as promised. As hard as I tried to focus on something else, anything else, I immediately came back to my pain and it’s many levels and types. My shoulders of course being wrenched up to my neck for six hours was out of control but by far my head and specifically my jaw was the worst. The best I can do to describe the pain is it felt like dozens of thick steel needles heated red-hot being rammed in and out of my jaw over and over again. At the same time my entire head was being literally crushed form all sides. As a child I once saw a photo of an execution in India or somewhere of a man getting his head stepped on by an elephant… it felt kind of like that.
I had stopped praying sometime ago, God didn’t seem to care and if he didn’t care who the fuck would. Now my mind was focused on what a horrible choice I had made at my sentencing. If I had known how terrible my suffering would be I would have most likely chosen life behind bars rather than have to endure this torment. I was lost in a nightmare of self-pity and pain.
Fuck! Why didn’t they tell me? Why? It’s not fair. It’s not fair! It’s not faaaaaaaaaiir!!!..
0:00:32 Remaining
I now just stood stretched as taut as humanly possible without dislocating any joints or tearing any muscles. My eyes were filled with tears. My cruel bondage kept me absolutely motionless, someone unaware of my circumstances would think I was unconscious but I was far from unconscious, I was very much awake a consumed with pain.
0:00:00 Remaining
Unaware that my time was up, I had given up looking at the clock hours ago, I was startled when Mr. Carson spoke.
“Ms. Thompson your time is up. Let’s get you down from there.”
If I could move I would have I jumped when he spoke but I was unable to move at all, I just moved my eyes to look at him. It felt like I had been in pain and bound so tightly for so long that I had forgotten how it felt to not be in pain. When he released the tension of the winch the sudden reduction of pain was so shocking that I began screaming once again. It was as if my body now was used to the pain and it was going through some sort of withdrawal without it.
MMMMMMGGGGMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!
“I know Ms. Thompson, I know. The shock is quite intense. The pain does become “normal” after a while.” He said with sympathy
As I lay on my mattress adjusting to the new sensation of being unbound and relatively pain free, I was still in agony just not incredible agony, Mr. Carson was putting away all of the bondage devices and making sure I was not permanently harmed.
“Your body is in a lot of pain I know but your are essentially unharmed Ms. Thompson. Sleep well if you can tomorrow is another day.”
I knew I had another day of hell tomorrow but my mind was numb. I just lay there on my side with my mouth locked open and drooled wide-awake due to the Dexedrine still doing its job. I was unable to use my arms and my head and jaw throbbed. The pain just a small reminder of the pain I had suffered for the last eight hours and of the pain I would all too soon feel again.
story continues in part four
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