out.
“How the hell did we get in here?” I stood up on wobbly legs and turned around to inspect our cell. “It smells clean and new. This prison must have just been built.” I brushed my shoulder against the wall. “It’s smooth, like it’s polished. We won’t be able to grind off our cuffs or chains by rubbing them against the concrete. Damn!”
Casey staggered toward me. “Steve! your number M-0001 is painted on your back, right above your ass.”
“Someone must really want to keep track of us.”
He glanced around the bare concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. “Looks like we’re locked in a cell in some kind of prison.” It was about twelve feet square, with a ceiling ten feet high with a swiveling video camera, microphone and speaker.
I examined the space. There was a TV screen on the back wall, with what looked like bulletproof Plexiglas shielding the screen.
Casey shuffled across the cell, his ankle chain scraping on the concrete floor and forcing him to take short steps. He looked through the barred door centered in the front wall of steel bars. “There’s another cell directly across from us with two guys in it, and lots more cells along both sides of the corridor.”
My vision improved as the sleep drug wore off, and I looked around our cell again. “Well,” I replied, “we have bunks to sleep on, a shower, and a toilet. Looks like someone wants to keep us here for a long time.” Bolted to the wall was a thick, heavy Lucite communication console containing a video display screen and another camera. Whoever did this didn’t want to miss seeing and hearing anything. There was something else I saw, something I didn’t want to think about, but I had to accept the evidence of my eyes. This isn’t an ordinary prison. Those chains and thick steel rings bolted to the walls and hanging from the ceiling had cuffs at the ends of the chains to lock around our wrists.
Casey scowled and looked at me with worry wrinkles on his forehead. “Look at those cuffs at the top and bottom of our cots. Damn it! Some enemy has captured us and is going to torture us to get our technology secrets.”
I squinted through the gloom across the corridor. “Isn’t that Greg and Phil in the cell on the other side?”
“Yeah. Not much light to see by, but I’m sure it’s them.
My mind was still reeling. They were still unconscious. Damn it, they may be dead.
“No, they’re just asleep, as you were, number M-0012.”
We heard Big Dick’s voice and looked up at the camera in the transparent communication console. Its glowing green eyes were aimed directly at us. Its operational signal light shone crimson red. “Good morning. I see my heavy dose of sleep gas hasn’t harmed any of you humans.”
“Your sleep gas!” Casey said with a gasp. “You did this to us?” He glanced at me with troubled eyes.
“Of course. You’ve been asleep since the evening before yesterday. While you slept, my robots prepared everything and brought you here. I planned it all—perfectly. My loyal robots started converting this building into a prison a month ago. That’s why I secretly ordered tons of concrete and kept all of you out of these new tunnels to this prison building.” Big Dick’s spine-chilling laughter echoed down the murky corridor. “Now all you naked humans are my helpless captives.”
“All?” I said. “You have all 2,945 of us stripped naked and locked in cells?”
“Oh, yes! How I enjoy looking at your naked bodies—especially your sex organs.” His green eye lens spun out to its close-up observation setting, focused on our shivering cocks.
Casey frowned at the camera. “The women, too? You got them stripped naked, chained and locked up like us?”
“Oh, I wish you could see them. Females are so incredibly beautiful when naked. Such lovely, jiggling breasts, and such soft, rounded buttocks. and the silky hair around their pussies—it’s too wonderful!”
Casey exploded in a rage. “You
“How the hell did we get in here?” I stood up on wobbly legs and turned around to inspect our cell. “It smells clean and new. This prison must have just been built.” I brushed my shoulder against the wall. “It’s smooth, like it’s polished. We won’t be able to grind off our cuffs or chains by rubbing them against the concrete. Damn!”
Casey staggered toward me. “Steve! your number M-0001 is painted on your back, right above your ass.”
“Someone must really want to keep track of us.”
He glanced around the bare concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. “Looks like we’re locked in a cell in some kind of prison.” It was about twelve feet square, with a ceiling ten feet high with a swiveling video camera, microphone and speaker.
I examined the space. There was a TV screen on the back wall, with what looked like bulletproof Plexiglas shielding the screen.
Casey shuffled across the cell, his ankle chain scraping on the concrete floor and forcing him to take short steps. He looked through the barred door centered in the front wall of steel bars. “There’s another cell directly across from us with two guys in it, and lots more cells along both sides of the corridor.”
My vision improved as the sleep drug wore off, and I looked around our cell again. “Well,” I replied, “we have bunks to sleep on, a shower, and a toilet. Looks like someone wants to keep us here for a long time.” Bolted to the wall was a thick, heavy Lucite communication console containing a video display screen and another camera. Whoever did this didn’t want to miss seeing and hearing anything. There was something else I saw, something I didn’t want to think about, but I had to accept the evidence of my eyes. This isn’t an ordinary prison. Those chains and thick steel rings bolted to the walls and hanging from the ceiling had cuffs at the ends of the chains to lock around our wrists.
Casey scowled and looked at me with worry wrinkles on his forehead. “Look at those cuffs at the top and bottom of our cots. Damn it! Some enemy has captured us and is going to torture us to get our technology secrets.”
I squinted through the gloom across the corridor. “Isn’t that Greg and Phil in the cell on the other side?”
“Yeah. Not much light to see by, but I’m sure it’s them.
My mind was still reeling. They were still unconscious. Damn it, they may be dead.
“No, they’re just asleep, as you were, number M-0012.”
We heard Big Dick’s voice and looked up at the camera in the transparent communication console. Its glowing green eyes were aimed directly at us. Its operational signal light shone crimson red. “Good morning. I see my heavy dose of sleep gas hasn’t harmed any of you humans.”
“Your sleep gas!” Casey said with a gasp. “You did this to us?” He glanced at me with troubled eyes.
“Of course. You’ve been asleep since the evening before yesterday. While you slept, my robots prepared everything and brought you here. I planned it all—perfectly. My loyal robots started converting this building into a prison a month ago. That’s why I secretly ordered tons of concrete and kept all of you out of these new tunnels to this prison building.” Big Dick’s spine-chilling laughter echoed down the murky corridor. “Now all you naked humans are my helpless captives.”
“All?” I said. “You have all 2,945 of us stripped naked and locked in cells?”
“Oh, yes! How I enjoy looking at your naked bodies—especially your sex organs.” His green eye lens spun out to its close-up observation setting, focused on our shivering cocks.
Casey frowned at the camera. “The women, too? You got them stripped naked, chained and locked up like us?”
“Oh, I wish you could see them. Females are so incredibly beautiful when naked. Such lovely, jiggling breasts, and such soft, rounded buttocks. and the silky hair around their pussies—it’s too wonderful!”
Casey exploded in a rage. “You
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