THE STORY OF T

Chapter 15 - I Finally Realise There Is No Release For Me

I gingerly felt my buttocks, then looked at my fingers.....no blood.....the skin tender skin burned and throbbed, but  was not broken.  The ridges of the weals were less pronounced after the ice pack. But I knew that the only reason for icepack was because Ms Susan wanted my ass to heal fast....... so she could have me caned me again!

My cock became rock hard again at the thought.....I both loved the caned and dreaded it..….

I gingerly lay down on the straw. My ass flamed as it met the straw. Wincing I lay flat on my back, and spread my legs, keeping my hands well away from my rigid cock. But my cock ached to be touched and held and stroked.  I dared not bring my hands in....Ms Susan might be watching me at this instant, looking for a reason to have me caned. 

I turned my collar so the heavy padlock was under my chin.  I was chained to the wall, nude, completely secure. Escape was impossible, and  Mrs Grange would never release me. The thought made my cock harden even more. 

It had now been here over six months, and my wife still had not come back to release me. 

‘Please God, let my wife come back before they cane me again!’ I prayed. 

I shuddered with pleasure and dread at the thought of another caning......I knew that before long I was sure to get another caning from these sadists.....they'd find some reason, no matter how obedient I was....they had enjoyed caning me too much not to do it again, just as soon as my ass had healed!!!

I had to find a way to get a message to my wife, to tell her it was urgent that she come back and release me before my ass had fully healed again.

‘How can I get a message to my wife?’ I  wondered. ‘ Maybe Ms Susan would send a message for me? But how can I ask her when I’m not allowed to speak? If I speak without permission, she’ll have me caned for sure!’ 

I looked at the cell door. I had no idea if Ms Susan was outside or not. I had an idea….if I could attract her attention somehow, she might come in and ask me what’s wrong, and then I could speak and ask her to take a message. I had to try to attract her attention somehow. It was a soundproof cell, but if I shouted, she might look in and see me shouting.

'MADAME SUSAN' I shouted.

No answer.  The hatch in my cell door remained shut.

I shouted at the top of my voice, again and again.

'GOD GOD GOD!.....PLEASE PLEASE LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN.....PLEASE.....I'LL DO ANYTHING TO GET OUT OF HERE......PLEASE LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN....PLEASE ....THEY WILL CANE ME AGAIN, I KNOW, IF I CAN"T GET OFF THIS CHAIN.......'

I tugged at my collar in a frenzy at the thought of the next caning waiting for me. 

'OH GOD!.........PLEASE!     I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER  CANING......PLEASE....... '

There was no answer. Susan was probably off giving some other poor prisoner a strapping.

Finally, my exhaustion overcame the torment of my burning buttocks, and I slept, drenched in sweat.

Sudenly I woke again. With a rattle of chain, I rolled over onto my back in the straw. Ouch! The straw started my buttocks burning again, and I quickly rolled back onto my belly.  My cock was rigid and I longed to touch it, but dared not. I kept my hands well away from my lusting cock.

'OH GOD!!'  I shouted  'PLEASE ...PLEASE....GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN'

I grabbed the chain and rattled it madly.

'PLEASE PLEASE....PLEASE.....PLEASE.......FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.....GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN......SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.........PLEASE......PLEASE....!!!!!'.

I held my collar and rolled frenziedly in the straw, pulling with all my strength at the padlock behind my neck. The chain drew tight, holding my neck to my ringbolt.

'GET ME OUT OF THIS COLLAR.....PLEASE.....PLEASE.....SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!'

I screamed over and over, rolling and kicking madly.

'MADAME SUSAN!!!.....MADAME SUSAN!!!.....PLEASE HELP ME......PLEASE HELP ME.....PLEASE.....'

I subsided, sobbing in the straw. There was no response from behind the cell door.

I thought of Mrs Grange having dinner in Prague.  The thought of  her eating real food made me clench my fists in anger. That sadistic bitch!  And she keeps me on the cheapest dogfood she can find!  And the cruel bitch had caned me much too hard!!  If  she ever came within reach,  I knew I would her throat out with my bare hands. Hot, red rage welled up in me!

I MUST GET OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!

Again I rolled in the straw, this time in a frenzy of rage. 'YOU FUCKING BITCHES, I'M GOING TO GET YOU AND FUCKING KILL YOU’...I screamed at the cell door.  I tugged at the chain with all my strength.

'GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!! GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!!!!!!!!!'

At last I collapsed weeping. I was still collared and chained. Escape was impossible. And I knew I would never be released.

Later that night, finally exhausted, I lay on the least filthy part of my straw, and slept at last, my cock rigid, unsatisfied. I dared not touch it, ever again.


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My Third Day In My Cell
Six Months Later
The Trestle
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After Caning
I Finally Realise There Is No Release
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