“Let’s see what we have here. Prisoner number P5237, named Melissa, 23 years of age, serving a two year sentence. Ok, I am Dr. Martin and I am a psychologist and behavioral specialist here at ICBG. I will be conducting most of your sessions here in the suspension room. Here’s the deal. These sessions are designed for maximum time effectiveness as well as therapeutic efficacy. They will teach you and train you to communicate in a precise and concise manner and also test your patience. You will be suspended by your wrists from one of the chains behind you. I may ask you questions while you’re up there, which you must answer immediately and truthfully so that you can be let down as quickly as possible. You are to hang without any excessive movement. It is well known to us that girls tend to instinctively bend their legs while suspended like this and this is not allowed. You’re also forbidden to speak other than to answer questions. Do you understand?”
Melissa’s eyes were growing wider and wider in bewilderment from the time she entered this room and even more so once she heard the mesmerizing details of his speech. Therefore, she was unable to muster any reply at first and in fact she was hardly aware of having been asked a question.
“I asked you if you understand.” – pressed the man.
Melissa managed a quiet “Yes.”
“You are a big girl Melissa; you should know that you address those with authority over you as sir.
“Yes sir.” – blurted Melissa almost automatically.
“Good.” – the psychologist motioned to the guard – “Hang her up.”
The guard took the shivering Melissa by her arm and led her towards the “stage”. There was a step cut in the middle that made climbing onto it easier, especially for chained feet of pretty female prisoners. They ascended the steps and stopped below one of the chains, the second one from the right from the psychologist’s point of view and directly facing his desk. The guard proceeded to take off Melissa’s waist chain and leg irons, leaving only the handcuffs. He raised her arms above her head to meet with the hanging leather enclosures and fitted them around Melissa’s slender wrists. Only then did he take off the girl’s handcuffs.
Melissa was left standing in place, breathing quite rapidly in nervous anticipation, as the guard approached the crank wheel labeled simply with a number “4”. He turned the wheel with ease and Melissa found her wrists getting pulled up towards the ceiling. Soon her arms were fully outstretched above her head and she had to get up on her cute, french-pedicured toes to keep contact with the floor. The guard paused for a second, as if to increase the tension, and then pulled the wheel by another revolution. Melissa’s feet suddenly cleared the ground and she felt the full weight of her body being transferred over to her cuffed wrists. She was a slender girl, though her buxomness and well defined hourglass figure augmented that to an extent. The leather cuffs around her wrists were apparently well designed because she didn’t feel them cutting heavily into her skin as might be expected yet the overall strain of her position still amounted to some significant discomfort.
Melissa now hung in all her naked glory a foot above the floor. Both the psychologist and the guard, despite being used to handling the sight of beautiful naked girls, were staring in awe at the scene in front of them. The gravity-induced tautness of Melissa’s body, so shamelessly displayed, was assaulting their senses and driving powerful urges. Her head was presently tilted slightly backwards as she tried to cope with her plight. Her breasts and stomach were both flattened as a natural effect from being thus outstretched. Her legs, on the other hand, were finely displayed with great curves tracing the lines of her thighs, calves, and the arches of her feet. Melissa hung still as ordered with her body only slightly swaying back and forth resulting from when she was pulled up and occasionally exacerbated when she moved her head. After the initial shock wore off, she was able to think a lot more clearly and she threw a couple of glances at her tormentors.
The guard was watching her with a stoic look although there was a lecherous undertow in his facial expression. The psychologist was taxing her carefully, taking down some notes in the process. She also noticed that he was presently fixing his gaze directly on her pussy. This realization kicked-in her modesty back in gear. She raised her thighs up and crossed her legs at the ankles trying to hide her sex from view.
“Remember that you are supposed to be still and not bend or raise your legs.” – said the psychologist.
The guard walked over to the wall with the assortment of punishment instruments and picked up a black riding crop. He walked onto the stage behind Melissa’s suspended body and glanced inquisitively at Dr. Martin. The good doctor decided to be magnanimous with his prisoner and raised his hand with only an index finger extended. The guard took a measured, relatively slow swing and stroke the girl centrally across her full round behind. A satisfying smack could be heard and Melissa sucked in air through her clenched teeth and threw her head backwards again. She instinctively started to raise her thighs and cross her ankles again when she realized that that got her in trouble in the first place. It took all of her will power to allow her body to hang freely off the merciless chain. No more blows followed and the guard stepped away.
Another dozen or so seconds have passed before the psychologist snapped his fingers at the guard. “Let her down.” The guard turned the crank wheel in the opposite direction from before and Melissa now found herself descending back to the floor. A moment later her feet were back on the ground, which felt better than ever before now that she didn’t take it for granted anymore. She was unhooked from the leather cuffs, but not before being placed in her ordinary handcuffs. The waist chain and leg irons were not re-applied.
“That’s it for today Melissa.” – said the psychologist. “You’ve done relatively well although you obviously have much to learn. We’ll be having these sessions three to four times a week. I will quiz you on your book assignments during these sessions so make sure to carry out the assigned reading and do so attentively. Do you have any questions for me?”
Melissa dropped her head and shook it. Then raised it with a startle and said – “No sir.”
“Good. Take her away then, officer.”
The guard led Melissa out of the suspension chamber and back to the elevators. Soon they returned to level C and Melissa was once again securely locked in cell 37. She sat down on her cot and only now felt her heart start to beat to a normal rhythm. Examining her feelings was difficult at this point with such a massive sensory overload. Dissipating fear and nervousness was mixed in with embarrassment, anger, and strange sense of excitement. Melissa decided not to force the issue too much and try to get some rest. The guard briefly mentioned before leaving that she would be retrieved from her cell in a couple of hours for further training. It already began to dawn on her that training was just a politically correct euphemism for punishment and torture.
Melissa laid down on her little cot, rolled up into a ball, which was a welcome change after the stretching her body underwent while hanging, and lolled off into sleep.
End of Chapter 5
Chapter 6 – Exposed Holes
“Prisoner, get up!” – yelled out a guard banging on the door of Melissa’s cell. Abruptly shaken out of her uneasy, post-traumatic slumber, she stumbled out of bed, getting her handcuffs entangled with the blanket in the process. After some short fidgeting and fumbling around, Melissa managed to get off her cot and stood in the middle of the cell eyeing the guard whose unfamiliar face was peering through the door slit.
“Your meal is here. You have 10 minutes to eat and return the tray along with all remnants of food and utensil.”
The guard opened another slit in the door; this one located at the very bottom, and slid a tray of food just inside the cell under a matching opening in the bars. Melissa waited a few seconds before the guard departed and carried the food to the little table. At this point, Melissa half-expected to see the plate filled with bugs and rotten eggs, but surprisingly the food looked quite appetizing and it soon turned out that it tasted good as well. The meal consisted of a lean chicken breast with seasoning, rice, broccoli and a small roll. There was also a cup of grape juice and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream.
“Whatever they have in store for me, it looks like starvation is not part of the plan.” – thought Melissa as she devoured her meal. Only now she had realized that it’s been some 20 hours since she last ate and the sight and smell of food awakened a raging appetite. However, always ladylike, Melissa ate slowly and deliberately, picking off small portions at a time, as if she was at a fine restaurant rather than a dungeon-like setting of a grueling prison. The handcuffs on her wrists fortunately did not prove to be a particular hindrance. She had to eventually hasten her pace mindful of the time restriction, which she had no doubt would be enforced very dutifully. Indeed, after exactly 10 minutes, there was a sound of steps outside her cell and the guard peeked inside at the naked prisoner.
“Go ahead and return the tray, then stand on the yellow line with your back to the door and put your hands on your head.”
Melissa complied swiftly on both tasks and shortly the guard was inside her cell and a rattle of chains was heard as they dropped to the cell’s concrete floor. The guard walked around to face Melissa and held up a pair of handcuffs to her eyes.
“These are your custom fitted handcuffs that you will be wearing from now on. They were made according to the measurements taken during your physical exam and the same goes for the shackles. It should make it a little more comfortable, which is important since you will be wearing them for long periods of time. You can see that your inmate number is engraved on all these.”
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