DISCLAIMER
This is a fantasy story of humiliation, torture and abuse in a society where prisoners are treated like slaves. If you don't wish to read such material or it's illegal for you, turn away now.
THE ENSLAVEMENT
Cole paid attention in class like he always did. He was a top college student. Always on time, getting straight A's and still found time to have fun on the weekends.
While he took notes, the door burst open. In came two police officers clad in blue uniforms and huge leather boots. Tasers dangled on their belts.
This must be serious, Cole thought. The police only interrupts classes for one reason – if they were going to make an arrest.
While the man looked around the room, Cole wondered who they were going to take. Jimmy had gotten into trouble before. Was he going to get a few weeks of slave labor?
"Cole Harper?" said an officer.
Cole blinked. Did they need him as a witness or something? "Y-Yes, Sir?"
"You are hereby arrested. If you resist the arrest we will not hesitate to use brutal force."
Cole panicked. His heart began to race. He had done nothing wrong – he knew that for sure.
"But this is a mistake. I-"
The officer dashed across the classroom and slapped Cole across the face, sending him dizzy to the floor.
"You will not speak unless spoken too. Any sudden movement will be considered resist. Understood?"
Cole's eyes began to water. "Yes...Sir"
The boy looked to the teacher, who glanced at him and quickly looked demonstratively away. He was just going to go with them. Things would be easily clarified later, certainly.
Cole stood back up, rubbing his burning cheek. "Okay, Sir. Let's go."
"Oh no. This is a full arrest, boy."
The second officer grabbed Cole's shirt and dragged the short boy in front of the class. The other kids had started murmuring. Cole stared up at the men. Surely they didn't mean...
"That means strip. Now, boy!"
Cole shivered in fear. He didn't know what he was being accused off. Undressing in front of his fellow students would be humiliating, but he still knew that things would be easily cleared up afterwards.
Since he hadn't reacted fast enough, officer number 1 ripped Cole's shirt apart with his bare hands, while officer number 2 sliced open the boy's belt. His pants dropped to the ground.
Cole received another slap across the face, prompting laughter from his classmates as he stumbled around with his pants at his ankles, trying not to fall.
He took off his shoes and socks quickly. Officer 2 sliced apart his underwear, leaving him naked in front of the class.
Jimmy, the troublemaker whistled at the naked boy, earning a round of laughter.
Simon, the insufferable douchbag, chuckled the loudest. He had also been the first to start filming on his phone. Cole's arrest would join other such videos on websites dedicated to making fun of detainees.
Officer 1 pulled out four metal rings. "Put these on your thumbs and big toes, punk."
With shaking hands and watery eyes, Cole complied. The rings had tiny secondary rings to hold strings. Officer 2 fixed one thin strings to each thumb ring and tied them to the toe rings.
The strings were so short that Cole had to bend his knees, resting one hand on each knee.
The next step in his arrest was a bar that spread his legs about two shoulderwidths apart, fixed to his ankles.
This can't be real, Cole told himself. This will clear up in no time and I can forget it ever happened.
His classmates seemed to be unaware of his heavy thoughts and had fun tormenting him.
"Dance a little for us" shouted Jimmy. "Shake that skinny ass, stripper boy."
Simon laughed. "Yeah, smile a little, you'll be famous. This video is going to the schoolwide mailing list. Hehe."
Cole shivered, trying his best not to think about all of it. This was going to clear up soon, no doubt.
Lastly a thick rope around his neck was tied to the spreader bar from behind, so that he could not bend forward. The other end served as a leash, held by officer 1.
Several students got up from their desks to get a better angle for their phone's cameras.
Cole hadn't known that his was all part of a full arrest. He had always avoided those sites that made fun of detainees, believing they shouldn't exist and that arrested persons deserved to be treated more kindly.
Therefore he didn't know about the newest arrest protocol either.
"Here, punk, you know what to do?"
Officer 1 put a strange black plastic thing on the ground between Cole's spread legs.
"N-No, Sir."
The officer sighed. "It's a plug. It goes in your ass, you idiot. The punks I have to deal with...I swear."
"What? Sir, I don't-"
"I'd shove it in myself, but the law says that's a violation of...something, don't care. You have to lower yourself onto it. If you resist arrest, things could become a bit unpleasant for you."
Cole bent his knees further until he felt the tip of the plug poking his asshole.
Most students were filming his lower area, expecting him to take the plug in any second, but Simon filmed his face very closely, standing right before him. Just as Cole grimaced, taking in the first half inch of the plug, Simon whispered "If I had known how much fun this is, I would have done it much sooner."
Cole wanted to ask him what that meant but didn't want to risk speaking.
He had to focus anyway, as the plug was tearing apart his tight asshole.
The boy tried to think thoughts that would distract him from the pain and torment, but all he could think off was the schoolwork right there on this desk that seemed meaningless now. He wondered if he would get to finish it, once his name was cleared.
As he took in the last bit, he let out a short shout of desperation, prompting more laughter. His bright red face – contorted in pain – would be plastered all over the internet. Full arrests of school kids were so rare that they went viral almost every time.
But at least the worst was over now. He would go with the officers and get an opportunity to explain that he had done nothing wrong.
Officer 1 pulled the leash and Cole stumbled forward, out of the classroom, waddling awkwardly.
"Sir, if you could just tell me what I'm being accused-"
"Shut up, punk. Seriously, we were so nice to you. I guess we have no other choice."
The officer pulled a long, curved device from his pocket. It was a thick as Cole's wrist. He shoved it down the boy's throat and tied it in place.
The gag reached deep enough to make Cole constantly gag, tickling the back of his throat just enough to require all his mental effort to keep himself from puking. Only if he held as still as possible and moved with great care, it was bearable.
Most classmates had followed him out onto the corridor to keep filming, but kids form other classes joined in, as the news of his arrest spread through the school.
At least in the police car, he would be safe. And then he would get a chance to explain everything to the judge. His name would be cleared this very day.
Things would be looking up soon.
THE JUDGEMENT
Cole was on his knees, wearing only a thick collar. There was no chance of him running away, making other precautions unnecessary. Bright lights blocked the teen's view of his surroundings.
„No please, I swear it's not my weed." He cried. "Simon brags about smoking all the time. He must have put it in my locker when the officers started searching-"
An electric shock from his collar shut him up.
"Your friend Simon" said the judge's voice from behind the lights "is the son of our valued governor. That you would even insinuate such a thing would only harshen your sentence."
Cole shivered. He was naked on the concrete floor. He knew he had done nothing wrong. He was an A+ student and had always been on his best behavior. Simon was a known slacker, but his family ties allowed him to get away with it. Cole would never have thought about even touching weed.
"I was about to let you go with a warning, but since you insulted a member of society with your lies – an upstanding member of society in this very room" (Cole strained his eyes trying to look past the lights. Should the governor himself be here?) "I have decided that you cannot be trusted to return to the outside."
What? The judge couldn't possibly...
"Cole Harper, I hereby sentence you to processing at the ABC facility."
"No please, just let me explain my-"
More shocks sent him to the floor.
The boy had expected that much. But hearing his sentence out loud still made him shiver.
"Further I rule in accordance with the law that all of Cole Harper's scholarly accomplishments are deleted from the records – together with all other data about him. His personal possessions will be donated or destroyed. Personal notes like his diary that was confiscated at his home will be open to view by the public, together with things like his browser history."
"No. Please...please..."
"Any embarrassing or offensive material found in those personal records will be the only thing not destroyed."
Man in overalls grabbed his shoulders and led him away. Away from the lights.
There was faint chuckling coming from past the lights. Cole could have sworn it sounded familiar. But that couldn't be, no one from his class had any reason to be there.
Well, at least he would get a while to think about what to do next, while he was being transported to the facility.
After a day of being trialed he was glad to get a few hours to breath. Things would be looking up soon.
THE PREPERATION
Only minutes after the trial:
Cole stepped into a small, dim chamber, finally freed of his shock collar. The naked boy stumbled into the center of the room, then the door closed behind him.
Men on hazmat suits stood at either side of him.
"Keep your eyes closed. Hold your breath." said one of them.
Foam covered the boy. It burned brutally on the skin. Cole wanted to scream, but had to keep his mouth closed to keep the foam out.
The men scrubbed his crotch, ass crack and pits to let the foam reach every piece of skin he had. They were brutally rough, prioritizing speed over everything.
The boy heard a turbine come to life. Seconds later the foam was blown away with cold air, leaving behind a completely hairless boy. Even his eyebrows and lashes were gone.
Still shivering, the confused boy let his hands wander over his head. All hair was gone. He looked at his crotch and legs. The foam hadn't missed a single spot.
The door behind him opened and the men slapped his ass with their coarse brushes, shoving him toward the opening.
Cole stepped out, trembling from the cold.
More guards walked about, leading prisoners of all ages. They wore whole body overalls made of black leather. Even their faces were covered. Electro shock sticks were sown into their sleeves. Their feet were clad in heavy black work boots.
A guard in such an overall shot a tracker into Cole's shoulder with sharp pain.
Even though the boy had avoided knowing much about the practices of imprisonment, which he considered inhumane, he knew this much: the tracker would made him traceable. Running away – if even possible – was futile.
"You are now prisoner K193, understood?"
"Y-Yes, sir." said Cole, no, K193
The guard led K193 to a medical station. There he gave K193 two injections, explaining in a bored voice. "This injection is standard for young boys, it halts your physical growth, so you will be easier to control. The other injection is standard for all male prisoners"
"H-Halts my growth?" stuttered K193
"Yes, of course. You won't get any taller from now on. Since you're so underdeveloped, you will perhaps be the smallest prisoner in the whole camp. Certainly the weediest."
"W-What does the other injection do?"
"A mix of a heavy long term aphrodisiac and a mild neurotoxin. It makes sure you stay perpetually horny so you are desperate to get off and it lowers your IQ by ten to twenty points, making normal people as dumb as low life scum. If you're smart it will have a stronger effect. All done to make you lot easier to control."
Behind K193 the next prisoner was already entering the foam chamber.
K193's penis rose quickly in response to the aphrodisiac injection. He felt only slightly embarrassed – his sudden horniness making him a lot more distracted.
He was instructed to walk to the next station.
There, another man in a full body uniform gave him a different kind of injection, shoving the syringe right down K193's dickhole. It was profoundly uncomfortable, but nothing ruptured.
"S-Sir, what is that...?" he asked timidly.
To his surprise the man answered, even sounded enthusiastic about getting to explain.
"This thing I planted in your little stick does a whole lot of damage there. It makes it literally impossible for you to cum."
"W-What?"
"Yep, you will just be leaking precum all the time without orgasming. Now you're horny forever. No relieve."
"B-But doesn't that defeat the purpose of the aphrodisiac?"
"Of course not. If you could cum, the horniness would wear off. Even if just for a second. We can't have that. Don't worry, the guards at ABC facility can give out orgasms as rewards to A and B type prisoners."
K193 got another injection right away. It was getting hard to keep track. He was indeed leaking just a little drop of precum at the tip of his dick.
"What did that one do, Sir?"
"You're a nosey one, boy. Can't you feel it already?"
"I...I feel hot, like I've been in the sun for too long."
"Right you are. This one heats you up. Since we want to save on clothing we raise your body temperature. You will be sweating even when you're at rest, but that only ensures that you have to drink water all the time – making you even less likely to run off."
With a slap on his hairless butt, K193 was sent off to the last station – transport.
While the preparations hadn't been pleasant, at least driving to the facility promised to be a quick one as it was only two hours away.
K193 had to piss pretty badly. Should he asks a guard? They didn't seem so mean after all. The ride to the facility should be a moment to get some rest.
The boy was sure, after all this pain and torture: Things would be looking up soon.
THE TRANSPORT
A guard put necklaces on hairless, erect prisoners inside a huge hall full of empty trucks.
K193 noticed that these were not shock collars, but simple big meal chains, fitted loosely around the neck.
"Ah, good, you're the last one for this truck. Guys, open a new one for the next batch, I'll teach these punks the rules."
The guard fitted a chain around K193 but didn't let go. Instead he shoved him in front of the other prisoners, slightly, absentmindedly chocking the boy on the chain.
K193 was feeling the effects of the injections. He was dying to jerk off, a glistening drop running down his erect dick. He was also covered with a fine layer of sweat, making his entire body glisten. Even his thoughts had become slower as a result of the IQ drop.
Was this a good moment to ask if he could piss somewhere?
The guard spoke to the prisoners. "You bunch of delinquents will be quiet during the whole ride. If I hear you making a ruckus you will face consequences like THIS."
He drove his sowed-in shock stick into K193's back, sending the boy to the floor, trembling and screaming incoherently. His shoulders hit the ground and he pissed himself, his urine spraying over him as he spasmed on his back.
"Understood?"
All other prisoners said "Yes, Sir."
K193 was pulled up to his feet and the detainees were chained to each other by their necklaces.
The shock-reside made it hard to walk, leaving the boy with weak knees.
Fifty prisoners were chained together at the neck per truck. They were packed into the truck so tightly that K193 was pressed strongly against the prisoners in front and behind him.
The doors closed, trapping them in complete darkness.
The man behind K193 was massive and his dick hard against the boy's thin frame. Their smooth skins rubbed against each other, their sweat lubricating their motions.
After the truck had been driving for about an hour, the smell of man-sweat filled K193's lungs with every breath. Most man had pissed by now, simply spraying their foremen with their upward-pointing dicks.
The boy himself had been sprayed with massive amount of piss from the huge man behind him already. Drops of the man's precum dotted K193's back, mixing with streams of sweat.
The teen distracted himself by thinking about all the things he would be doing now, if he hadn't been unfairly arrested. Was there still a way to clear his name? Maybe Simon would help him. He had to – it was all his fault.
The man behind K193 humped the boy's ass crack. There was no way for K193 to escape. He could only hope that the man would grow bored of it, since there was no way for him to cum.
But the boy quickly noticed that man around him were humping in earnest – stronger, bigger man humping smaller ones in front of them. But no one was fucking with penetration, so K193 deemed himself safe.
Without warning the man pushed his dick against K193's asshole over and over until it eventually slipped in. The quiet truck was soon filled with the screams of a little teen boy getting his virgin hole dry fucked.
Even though he thought he was going to be split apart, K193 made every effort to muffle his screams, pressing his face against the sweaty lower back of the man in front of him, breathing in his musky scent.
Due to the general commotion inside the truck, the very tall man in front of K193 was able to bring some space between himself and the boy. This forced K193 to lean forward, since he was still chained to the guy's neck.
Now there was no sweaty back in front of him to muffle his sounds. Instead there was a meaty, hairless, sweaty ass – its two massive, manly cheeks taunting the boy to muffle his screams on them.
The man fucking the boy went in further with every thrust, making the dry sex pain too intense to bear. K193 had to muffle his screams or he would surely get the attention of the guards.
The ass in front of his was moving too much, so he had to bury his face in the sweaty ass crack, laying his lips right on the hole. He pressed himself onto the ass, alternately blocking his lips with his tongue and smooching the hole to keep any of his pained screams from escaping.
Even though the fucking man obviously couldn't cum, he slowly filled K193's ass with hot flowing precum. The fuck lasted the full hour until their arrival.
The boy was utterly disgusted with himself. He couldn't wait to get out of the truck.
Then finally – finally – things would be looking up. They had too.
THE PROCESSING
Two hundred prisoners kneeled on the concrete floor inside the hall of the ABC facility. The air was hot enough to make them all sweat greatly. Puddles of piss covered the floor. They had been kneeling naked for an hour.
While their chains had been removed, collars had been reestablished. They had also been drinking water mixed with prisoner piss a lot. Sweating so much made one thirsty.
After K193 almost fell asleep several times from the heat and exhaustion, the prisoners were at last called into the next room, where they went to in an orderly line.
Looking up in the next room, K193 saw that they were being watched by a dozen interested civilians from an observation deck. He saw most of his classmates.
Simon was there, grinning. He made a weed smoking gesture and laughed. K193 glared at him, but received the thumbs up in return. The prisoner boy wondered what that could be supposed to mean.
Simon settled into a comfortable chair to watch the rest of the processing.
At first, all prisoners were fitted with rings on their thumbs, big toes and cocks. Unlike the ones used at the arrest, back when the boy had still been called Cole, these rings were also able to give electro shocks.
The arrest seemed so far away now, but between then and now there had only been one day. A single day of terror.
Guards in full body overalls ran around between the lines of prisoners ushering them forward.
A guard with a huge gun-like device worked on their chests. They received nipple rings pierced right onto their tits. They were one-size-fits-all, making them clearly oversized on K193 small frame. Especially considering his pretty small nipples.
They hurt like hell. Many inmates screamed and so did K193. No one punished them. Screaming was simply part of the procedure.
K193 had thrown looks to Simon whenever possible. He seemed to be having fun. Other classmates were too.
Simon seemed to tell a story. Going by his gestures he told about smoking weed and hiding something somewhere.
He also gestured toward K193 quite often. His tale made the other kids laugh quite a bit.
There was no time for K193 to figure out what this all meant. He arrived at the next station. Their new rings ability to shock them were tested, making the boy dance with pain. His mates up in the observation room were greatly amused.
This was followed by a quick tattoo of his prisoner designation on his forehead, back and ass. The tattoo was applied all at once, creating a sharp, but short lived pain.
K193 was particularly terrified of the next station, showing what seemed like a death ray. He didn't know enough about these procedures to know what it was.
He found out soon enough. A huge dentist laser shot all the prisoner's teeth to a stump. This was to prevent them from biting anyone. K193 would never have to brush his teeth again. From now on all food was going to be mush.
A doctor quickly checked if their teeth had been removed successfully. Following that, they were fitted with ball gags to shut them up.
Another laser to their eyes made them severely short sighted, making running away more difficult. The spectators in the observation deck were now quite difficult to discern, but it seemed that Simon was still having fun.
One last station waited for the prisoners. Their fingers and toes were dipped in chemicals that would keep their nails from growing – a protection against scratching.
At least it was over now. Perhaps K193 – no, Cole – would get a chance to redeem himself. Maybe Simon would bail him out. His father had that power.
Maybe...things would be looking up soon...
THE SORTING
They were all kneeling on the concrete again – now in full prisoner gear.
A man in an overall stepped forward.
"Listen up, you will be grouped into blocks A, B and C.
Block A has the following properties: regular meals and prison work, clothing when working in public and optional clothing otherwise. Your jobs will be paperwork or farming. You will sleep in individual cells for seven hours a day. Weekends are off days.
This block is for the prisoners with mild crimes, like possession of weed. All prisoners K100 to K200 follow me to get your shock collars off. Except prisoner K193."
K193 was taken aback. Had Simon cleared up the whole thing up after all? Was he going home? He could barely contain his excitement.
He looked up at Simon, who waved back. This gave him hope. It was just like Simon to take a prank too far. This would all be over any time now.
The next man in an overall stepped up.
"I'm here for block B. Your meals will consist of nutritious, tasteless mush and you will not be wearing any clothing under any circumstances. You will sleep in one collective hall on the floor for five hours a day.
Your shock collars will stay on and you will be punished for transgression. This includes whipping, flogging, ball slapping, spanking, oral or anal raping and bondage in painful positions.
Your schedule will consist of hard physical labor and even harder physical training. Weekends are off days.
All prisoners K201 to K300 follow me."
K193 wondered if he should speak up. Was he still needed here? If Simon had cleared everything, he was surely free to go.
Already he was thinking of ways to fix his body. The injection that had made him dumb was a hard blow, but he could always work as a blue collar worker. The teeth and eyes could probably be fixed medically. And maybe they could even transplant hair onto his head.
The sweating and horniness were more difficult, but as long as he could orgasm again, he would deal with it. The stunted physical development was another big problem.
But K193 was optimistic that he would soon be known as Cole again.
He looked up again at Simon who was eating a bag of chips and chatting with his girlfriend who had come with him.
The third overall wearing man stepped up.
"Block C works like this: Most things are as in Block B, but you will sometimes be punished at random. Training and labor are accompanied by physical challenges like electroshocks or whipping that will make it harder for you.
Your physical training will be more difficult and focus on delivering pain, rather than increasing strength.
Additionally you will be used by inhabitants of blocks A and B for stress relieve in any way they see fit.
You will not be allowed orgasms under any circumstance.
You will sleep in cages so tight that you will have to lay over one another, chained to the ground, for three hours a day. Maybe less, if the workload is high.
Weekends are off days.
K301 to K350 follow me."
All prisoners left the room, leaving a confused little boy behind.
THE PLACEMENT
K193 was alone in the hall.
Another man in an overall grabbed him by the shoulder and led him down a corridor. K193 looked back at Simon one last time, seeing him wave and give another thumbs up. K193 smiled a toothless smile, confident he would soon be Cole again.
The man said "So K193, let me explain. With every batch of prisoners we pick a block C inmate for special, secret block D. But this time the governor's son told us to pick you. In block D you are a regular block C inmate except on the weekends."
K193 was led into a room full of lockers. Overalls hung on hooks.
"Prisoners have the weekends off for resting, but we need rest too, you understand?"
The man gestured to the next door.
"This is the prison staff relaxation room. In there, we take out all the frustration with you dumb prisoners that we couldn't take out on the inmates themselves. We also love to fuck a lot, of course."
The man's hand wandered from the shoulder to the little prisoner's ass, slipping one gloved finger in dry, regardless of all resistance the sphincter gave.
The boy swallowed hard to mask a scream.
He would never be Cole again.
Was there any way for things to be looking up? Anytime soon? At all?
THE WEEKEND
One year later:
K193 was blindfolded on the table - ass in the air. His hands and feet were pinned to the surface with rough ropes – they had been for hours now.
He was covered with running streams of sweat, a puddle of his own piss right under him. Many streaks of dried cum lined up on his back and legs – most leading away from his asshole.
The six man around him were out of their overalls. Most hadn't showered since their shift had started on monday.
Two guards fucked his toothless mouth. K193 had no more gag reflex. The headache inducing banging against his skull barely registered.
Three guards fucked his sore ass open simultaneously. He barely moved, letting the men fuck him at their own rhythm.
The last guard was whipping his back, making new red lines join old blue spots.
All the while his shock collar and rings was turned to maximum, permanent shocks.
K193 was very happy the guards were not torturing his balls this time. It seemed he wasn't even going to get any new brandings today. How lucky he was.
Things were really looking up right now.
THE END
Simon sighed as he rolled a blunt, just outside of the teacher's field of vision.
This boy Nathan was going on his nerves. His good grades and outstanding engagement made Simon's lack of effort much more apparent.
But the next routine drug inspection was due for the end of the month anyway. Nathan would not be a nuisance much longer.
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