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******* CONTROL MEASURES *******
It was my first time delivering a prisoner on my own and I had let him escape from the transporter. Fuck.
Somewhere in the area was now a criminal on the loose, probably hiding from me. This was going to be the end of my carrier and I'd be slapped with a life ruining fee.
It was definitely my fault. I had neglected to check the locks, which hadn't closed right. Basic protocol.
There was no hope for me. Although... Was there a way for me to cover this up perhaps?
Determined to save my own skin, I got back in the car and roamed the area. I was at the border of a suburb, having just left the city to drive my prisoner to a facility far away from settlements.
I checked my file on the enforcer scanner on my wrist. My escapee had been a twenty-eight year old white man, weighing 155 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes. To my great dismay, no one fitting the profile was outside. Apparently young people these days didn't take extended evening walks.
Minutes later I was on the verge of giving up and confessing to my superiors. Then my eyes fell on a guy who matched my needs. He was inside his home, playing on a console.
After parking directly at his front door, I made my way around his house. At the back door, I used my enforcer equipment to overwrite the electronic lock and let myself in.
It was an almost explosive sensation to do something so wrong and cruel. My heartbeat shoved blood through my body with enough force to make me dizzy. One other place my blood went was further down – I got hard thinking about what I was about to do.
Coming to stand at the door to the living room, I could hear the man yell encouragements at his online friends. He was not paying any attention to his surroundings.
With my wrist watch-like scanner I could access his record and found out he was twenty-six year old Michael Olson. An accountant who had been unemployed for half a month now. Good thing I was here to give him a new occupation. There were no prior convictions, which meant there would be no conflict with an existing file once I added my escapee's information to Mike's profile.
The moment his game was over, I stepped out of the shadows and tased him unconscious. He had turned around and had almost seen me a second before I shot. My hands were trembling so hard I had feared I'd mess up, but he got hit and dropped onto his sofa under electrocution.
When I pulled him along by the thick legs, I noticed he was a bit heavier than I had thought – showing off buff arms and a broad chest under his shirt. Well, I'd have to edit that file a little more then to fix the weight.
Once outside, I pulled Mike up by his arms and dragged him into the transporter. This time I double checked all the locks.
The only measure I had taken were a gag and handcuffs behind his back. This way I pushed him ahead into the facility. He was still too groggy to fight back but I had to act fast or he might manage to alert someone.
"Hey Freddy," I said toward the man at the entrance. "My first time delivering on my own. I'll see if I can do pre-processing by myself, too, all right?"
Freddy shrugged. It was unusual that someone wanted to do more work when they didn't have to, but it was my first time, so I could fake excitement easily. I handed over the edited file and entered.
I pulled Mike into a seven-by-seven foot cubicle, led him to the center of the space and kicked his feet into the ankle shackles, which were connected by a one foot chain bolted to the concrete ground.
The most important thing was to keep him quiet.
To this purpose I removed the gag to replace it with one of the many items hanging on the cubical walls. Just as Mike fully came to, I pressed a device into his mouth. One button tap and it applied something like braces to the inner side of his teeth.
Normally this device was used to feed prisoners who refused food, but it was also useful to just keep Mike's mouth hanging open. Best of all, it was invisible from the outside, so he just appeared to be looking dumbly.
By that point, Mike was back to his fully conscious self and tried to communicate. Something about being innocent and this all being a misunderstanding.
I grabbed his tongue with pincers and pulled it out as far as possible. He squirmed in discomfort and tried to lean forward, but I just kept going until the ankle chain stopped him.
Lacking practice, I had to fiddle for a while but eventually I shot two ring piercings into his lower lip, just left and right of the tongue. The prisoner was surprised by the pain and screamed but I wasn't done yet. The most painful shot was a horizontal bar through the middle of the tongue, which poked through the lip-rings.
This way his tongue always hung out all the way and Mike wouldn't be able to tell on me.
The man stared at me in horror and revulsion. He probably still thought a few words could clear up the situation and he'd be a free man again.
While I cut his shirt in half, I whispered, "I'll let you know, Mikey, that I'm perfectly aware you're innocent. I just needed a prisoner on short notice and happened to see you play your little game, so I'll fuck you up a bit and never see you again. Just go along with everything and you'll get used to your new lifestyle in no time."
He had held still to listen closely, but now he went berserk. With his tied arms he tried to hit me and pulled on the chains to no avail.
I punched him in the abs and cut his belt, then his jeans. I saved the underwear for last, savoring the moment as Mike became fully exposed.
He fought me the whole time while I applied a green paste to every inch of his skin. In fact he fought so hard, he had tired himself out by the end. A constant shot of icy cold water reenergized him, but now I wasn't in reach of his tied arms anymore, spraying him with water to clean off the paste, which took all hair with it. There was not one hair left on his body – including face and head.
Because he had turned his face away from the water stream, he was surprised when I pushed a butt plug attached to a tube into his ass. The plug got stuck in his ass and the machine connected to the tube pumped liquid into his guts, then sucked it out and repeated the process until Mike was squeaky clean.
Once I had uploaded the file onto a chip, I shot it into his neck, leaving a nearly invisible scar as the only reminder that Mike was now considered officially imprisoned.
"All right, Mikey. You are registered and ready to gear up." I let my fingers wander over his smooth, buff body. "Damn, I made quite the catch, didn't I?"
I let him feel the cold metal of my next device on the back of his neck, being careful not to let him see it. I liked the suspense. "This might hurt a little."
The laser gun shot a tattoo-branding into his skin, leaving a black number on his neck and a barcode below. Mike cried out, but he had stopped fighting me. It wasn't as much fun anymore.
Just to rile him up again, I pulled the tube from his hole and shoved two fingers up instead. The liquid used was not water based and had left him as dry as he had been before. He did his best to get away but unless he developed the ability to fly up to the ceiling there was no escape from my invasion.
"See, you still have some fight left in you, Mikey. Or should I say C-399-X like it's written here? Yeah, I should probably call you that."
Rapidly, I slapped the gear onto him. It consisted of black, leather-like bands fixed permanently around his knees and elbows. They were protectors and stabilizers. C-399-X would need them once he was crawling around to work at whichever job he'd be placed.
"Just one more thing and we're finished, my boy X."
The black slave collar was thin, almost fashionable. It had the flexibility to fit snuggly to his skin around the throat. Flat, red LEDs embedded in the fabric indicated it was ready to do its job.
"Just so you know what happens when you disobey, X, I'll give you a trial version."
On my wrist was still the watch-like device, with which I scanned his barcode. Now he was in the system. At the tap of a button, X was screaming his lungs out. He dropped to the ground and his scream died as his air got used up. He wasn't even shaking. Five seconds was all it took.
When I let up, he puked and pissed himself at the same time.
I gave him another dose of the icy water, which was probably welcome after the five seconds of pain had been enough to make X break into sweat.
"Come on, X." He got onto his knees when I offered him water. I made sure he drank his fill. "I have to get permission for what I'm about to do to you. Let's go."
I undid his handcuffs and the ankle shackles. Everything he still wore was basically weightless. He didn't get up, though, still shaking from the collar-test.
Once I shoved dry fingers up his ass and pulled him up that way, X found it within himself to get onto his feet.
We left the cubicle and made our way to the nearest supervisor.
"Hello, Sir." I said. "I'd like to apply C-399-X here for class one control measures. He gave me a lot of trouble."
Mike tried to say something, probably hoping to make the overseer realize he was innocent. I sent him to the ground with the slave collar, leaving him to wiggle on the concrete.
"See? So unruly."
The supervisor scanned X's barcode and sent me to the control station. I dragged X there and made him sit on the metal chair. His elbow and knee bands snapped into restraints and after a minute, the staff member on duty showed up.
He, too, scanned the code before going to work. X got two injections. While we waited for their effects to set in, the medical staff member got himself a coffee, so I had time to explain things to my prisoner.
"Class one control means making it necessary for you to stay close by, because all facilities are in a dry area far from the nearest water source. Injection one fucks up your sweat and saliva production, injection two... You'll see."
X got to see indeed. While he began to sweat inhuman amounts and drool was flowing from his elongated tongue like a river, his dick hardened to a full erection. The purpose of this wasn't obvious, so X was left to guess.
Once the medic returned, X got to see a thin, transparent, little plastic tube. Without much fanfare, the medic shoved this tube into X's dick against the cries and spasms of his patient. The tube went in past the sphincter, so piss would drip from X's dick at a slow rate, reducing his water retention.
Additionally, he had a pretty dick and I liked the idea of him running around constantly erect. Too few prisoners got class one applied to them, in my opinion.
While we walked down a windowless corridor, I patted X's smooth head.
"Listen, my boy. That barcode on your neck is your only possession. You'll use it on scanners like the one up ahead. Those scanners open doors for you and do other things like give you your ration of food and water, register that you showed up for work so you won't get punished for tardiness, and so forth. Try it."
A one foot pole stuck out from the wall, another such pole was attached to it – vertically. This was the scanner. To make his mark visible, X had to drop onto his knees and crawl under the pole. The laser shining from the bottom hit his code and the door opened for him.
He followed me into the hall, where I left him standing. He was someone else's problem now.
Supervisors at metal tables wrote on their notepads, while the staff brought prisoners to the next available station. It was the aptitude test area.
X would be tested for endurance on the treadmill, for strength with weights and for reflexes with a game of whack-a-mole. To ensure all prisoners performed to the best of their abilities, failure was punished by the collar. Of course everyone failed eventually, once they had given everything they had.
It was a beautiful sight, to watch X's gorgeous nude form, covered in rivers of sweat with piss drops occasionally getting flung from the tip of his hard dick. I watched his tool slap left and right while he ran.
The speed was dialed up more and more until he practically flew, his feet punching the conveyer belt with every step. Once he failed and tumbled off the machine, a shock sent him down for the count.
I got myself a snack. The other tests weren't as entertaining to watch.
When I got back, I couldn't believe my eyes. X was done and had been made to stand next to the supervisor tables. Nobody had noticed him sneaking closer and grabbing pen and paper.
I raced up to him and tore the paper away. His message started with "Help". I ripped it to shreds and gave him ten seconds of collar punishment.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said toward the nearest overseer. "I'll see him brought to class two for this transgression, if you please."
The man scanned my prisoner's barcode and gave me the okay. I dragged X along – via the fingers in ass method – to the next control station.
It was even rarer that a prisoner misbehaved enough to deserve class two control measures.
Luckily it required no medical background, so I got to do it all by myself. X didn't resist, still shivering from the unusually long collar torment.
I grabbed thick shackles made from an extremely dense metal and bent down. They had to be fitted perfectly to his ankles. Within a minute, X carried enough weight on his legs to keep him from running or even jogging. He'd be lucky if he didn't have to drag his feet.
Of course the equivalent restraints existed for his wrists. He would have a hard time standing for more than a few minutes at a time with those on. Indeed he sank to all fours.
"Just so you know, most jobs require you standing at least for a few hours a day. I hope you build muscles fast."
I kicked him until he rolled over onto his back. While he still fought for control over his weighted limbs I added rings to his nipples and one to the tip of his stretched out tongue. X grunted at the pain of getting pierced again but didn't fight.
A thin, durable chain connected each nipple with his tongue, but it was slightly too short. X now had to keep his head bent down.
"See it from the positive side. Your barcode is much more exposed. You're saving us enforcers a second or so every time we need to check up on you."
With his head looking down on his body it was impossible for him to miss what came next. I pressed his rock hard, pulsing, veiny dick to his abs and shot a ring through its head so that the dick was connected to X's navel. He was now pointing straight up forever.
"I never quite understood why this isn't part of the class one measure but who am I to make administrative decisions? Well, aside from who to enslave. Right, Mikey?"
The man cried while I pulled him along. It was pleasing to see his tired body struggle with the weights so much. Served him right for trying to undermine me in front of my own superiors.
Transport prep was going to be the last time I saw X.
A dozen nude, smooth men waited in a neat row in front of a truck. The drivers were not in sight, their registration terminal unmanned.
"Just get in line over there, my boy. Once someone comes along to scan your code we'll know which job you get to start with. I hope it's something that has you moving a lot, but if not, you'll be switched to one of those eventually."
I slapped X's firm ass and left. When I was through the door, I remembered I had forgotten to check out his code with my own scanner. I had to register that I brought him to the loading area or he wouldn't get sorted.
When I stepped back inside the hall, I couldn't believe my eyes – again. X had crawled up to the terminal, opened the text editor and was typing out a message with shaky hands.
Naturally I sent him to the ground through his collar for fifteen seconds. He'd be out a lot longer, having to recover from the impact. I had time to delete his message, contact a supervisor and get permission for a class three measure.
X was still groggy so I waited until his mind had cleared. I filled him up with cool water again, so he wouldn't fall into a coma from dehydration. Piss was streaming from him at a slow, constant rate, running down his dick onto his thick thighs.
Then I got started.
The first part of control measure class three consisted of a leather-like blindfold, fixed to his head with ring piercings through his ears. It had small tubes that let him see ahead of himself but cut off all peripheral vision.
While piss ran down X's spasming legs, blending seamlessly into his sweat, I prepared the second half. The device was a simple metal ball spreader, locking itself into place permanently once applied. Onto X's spread balls I fixed little clamps. Red LEDs told me they were properly connected with the collar.
Now I had two ways to punish my victim.
I crushed his balls and let him scream for a bit. X still tried to keep some defiance and did his best to stay dignified. He didn't know that it gave me even more pleasure to see him suppress screams than hearing them ever could have.
"Now, since we're all alone in this room, I think we should use the opportunity to get to know each other better."
I pushed him down and he dropped without resistance, his shackles clanking on the concrete.
The nipple-tongue chain kept him looking inward to his dick, so he couldn't help but watch me get into place.
I pulled my own dick out and jerked myself hard. With X's excessive sweat as my only lube, I penetrated his hole.
"Oh, that's a very different cry, X. A lot more panicky. Are you perhaps not into getting dicked down? No? Not an ass fucker? Well, now you are. Oh fuck, I shouldn't have waited so long."
It occurred to me that I could do ball crushing without also activating the collar, which was going to concentrate the experience for X into his nether regions. As soon as he felt the pain, he cramped up, my dick getting milked by his insanely tight virgin ass.
Hammering his butt cheeks and backside with my hands I came inside the man within seconds. Before I pulled out, I gave X another dose of ball crushing.
While I got up, I checked my watch to make sure we weren't going to miss the next transport.
X bailed, a row of cum drops trailing behind him.
I immediately punished him in both ways available. He kept running – well, hobbling slowly. Incredible. I had never seen anyone not go down from such torture.
He was an impressive specimen. I could have caught up easily but it was more fun to walk at a leisurely pace and see how far he got.
When he reached a gate, he threw himself to the ground and crawled under the vertical bar. The scanner opened the path for him. I was right behind X, but stayed quiet. Did he really believe he could escape the facility?
I grinned madly as I saw where he tried to enter next. X walked right into the supervisors' break room. I'd have to ask around to find the control measure station for class four. I had never seen it get used.
As it turned out there was no dedicated station. Class four consisted only of one simple item. It looked like a bigger version of the slave collar.
I snapped it around X's torso like a high sitting belt, between nipples and navel.
"This is a posture control belt," I explained. "It is connected to your collar and ball crushers but it can add its own punishment. This one will not be used by enforcers. It's automatic. Anytime you are not in a work area, it will continuously check your posture. If you deviate from the one you're supposed to have, it will start to hurt you – only a light tingling at first as a reminder."
It went unsaid that things would not improve if he didn't quickly assume the correct posture again. I'd leave him to figure out how much leeway there was – very, very little.
"First of all you'll have to be upright. As I said, I hope you build muscles fast or those weights will not lead to pretty results. But if you can keep walking through collar torture, you're probably stronger than you look."
After X had stood up, I said, "Now push your ass out. Further. Nope, still further. Really arch that back till your tongue to nipple chain is nicely taut. Spread your arms and legs a bit."
On the tap of a button, the belt bleeped. "This position is called `waiting'. You'll assume it whenever you having nothing else to do. Next up, get on all fours. Knees and elbows to the ground so that your upper arms and legs are parallel. Top of your head touching the floor. Arch your back again."
Another bleep. "That one was called sleep'. You have three guesses when you're supposed to stay in that posture. Moving on, lay on your back. Now grab your toes and pull them in with knees bent. Spread your bent legs as far as they go. This one is called sex' although there's no guarantee anyone using you won't have different preferences."
For the next one, I decided he might need a little help the first time. While he was still in sex' position, I grabbed his ass and made it rise, pushing until his knees hit the ground beside his face. "Keep that ass high and stay still. This one's called inspection'. It's pretty hard to get into and stay that way, isn't it? Well, you'll be expected to assume it at a seconds notice."
I made him stand up again. "Next is `feeding and drinking', which is fairly boring. Spread your legs far apart but keep them straight. Bend forward as far as your weight lets you. Pull the arms back so you can go further. That's how you'll take mush and water."
We were ready to finish off. "Last one is called `instruction' and you'll assume it whenever someone talks to you. Keep your legs wide spread, but now bend them like you're squatting. Go to your tip toes. Nah, you can go higher that than with your feet. And lower with your ass. Good, now raise your arms up to the ceiling. Keep them straight and pointing high. All right, arch your back again."
The bleep ended the exercise. X collapsed and immediately got back up as the belt kicked in. He struggled to recall the correct position. Once he found his way into `waiting', I pulled out my surprise gift.
"Honestly, I always wondered why the scanners looked so weird. I mean, I understand why the pole is going down so far, since it forces you to crawl under, but why does it go up past my hips, too? Isn't that a waste of material? Oh, by the way, get into `instruction' posture asap."
I walked behind the enslaved creature. "Also, I didn't even know there was a class five measure. Fuck, you really messed up when you rushed into that break room. This might be a little cold, better not flinch or the belt won't be happy with you."
Forcing a thick tube with a device on top into his ass, I had fun breaking his posture over and over. When it was firmly inside him, I tapped a button and he cried out as several spots inside his body were zapped. I kept shoving to get the device higher.
X was zapped in multiple places along his guts until I was all the way in. The tube had a length of 12 inches, so I was really poking his guts.
Then I activated the laser.
"Now then, my dear X, the barcode on your neck just became useless. There is now a new one twelve inches inside you. That's how deep you will have to sit on the pole at each and every door to activate the scanner on top."
I pulled the tube out. "Just imagine. Three times a day for meal time, once on the way in, once on the way out. Your sleep cell can only be accessed like that, too, and the exercise room and your workplace and so forth. And of course you are not going to get more time than any of the other prisoners to get to your stations. By the way, did you see how much thicker than this tube the poles are?"
X couldn't stay in `instruction' position for a second longer and got a good taste of what the belt had to offer. It wasn't quite like the collar, but it would slowly get there if he didn't find a way back into position in the next three minutes.
"And then think of the multiple daily inspections. Oh yeah, that's what the `inspection' posture is for. Enforcers and supervisors are going to have to scan your code all the time – getting all that way in there. What a hassle it will be to get the scanners on our wrists this far inside you. Twelve inches, wow. That's somewhere between my biceps and shoulder. Maybe that tube wasn't supposed to go all the way in. Oops."
X's breathing was so heavy, I wasn't even sure if he could hear me. I allowed him to get into waiting position because I really wanted him to understand what came next.
"Did you feel the stinging along the way as I went inside you? Well, let me tell you, if you thought you'd get used to the constant anal intrusions, you thought wrong. Those stings placed microscopic technological marvels along the path to your code. I'll just say... electroshocks on contact with metal. And just in case you haven't figured it out, the scanner poles are made from metal just like the supervisor's hand scanners."
The prisoner's trembling was extreme even in `waiting' position, so exhausted was he.
"Weird how far up the scanner poles go, isn't it? Clearly past your ass. How are you even supposed to get up there? I have no idea but you're a smart guy, X, you'll figure something out. And here's a hint. The poles go a whole twenty inches up and you'll have to find the exact twelve inch mark for them to scan your barcode. You may have to ride it a bit to find the spot."
I slapped his ass. "Goodbye, X. You have five minutes to get to the loading area or I'll find out if there is a class six. Only four doors between here and there. I'm sure you'll be right on time. Oh, and since I'm considering this a lesson for you, you'll have to move while in `instruction' position till you're there. Bye bye."
That was the last I was ever to see of him.
It's an unfortunate fact that most enforcers don't want to do more work than they have to, I already mentioned that. I on the other hand, made it my mission from then on, to provoke my prisoners till control measures were needed.
Funny how easy it was to get to the next level once you had one or two classes down. I always chased the record for most class five's in a week. Especially with the ones who had been convicted of only minor crimes or those who just had a nice body. No one noticed when I exchanged the twelve inch tube for a fifteen inch one.
END.
Author: It's been a while since my last enslavement story, but I couldn't work on the idea until I had come up with enough new concepts to try out. I hope you liked it was much as I did.