THE TRAINING OF JOHNNY

BY DVNT

[ part 1 ]

Little Johnny blinked at the bright lights. He was lying on a table, looking up at the bright harsh florescent lights directly over his head. He was aware that he was still naked; he had left his clothes in the van. He smiled, remembering the fun he had had with Jenny in the back of the van. She had made him feel really good, a completely new experience to him. He wondered if he would ever get to feel her hot little mouth on his penis again.

His penis became erect at the memory. Johnny reached for it to try and pleasure himself. It was then that he realized that his arms and legs were tied down. He lifted his head to look down his body.

He saw he was strapped to a metal table and although there were bright lights over him most of the rest of the room was cloaked in darkness. Looking around the room he could make out many shadowy shapes, most of which he couldn’t make out. A door to his left allowed a bit of light to stream under, revealing a cement floor.

A movement out of the corner of his eye made Johnny look to his right. His heart began racing as he imagined what horrors lay in the darkness. Nothing he imagined was quite as horrible as what reality was.

Jenny’s mother sat on a chair in the darkness. Idly picking lint off the black cloak she was wearing as she watched the boy awaken and look around. This was the most important part of his training. And he had to be completely terrified as a first impression to ensure complete submission.

She knew the boy had no idea where he was really and she’d allow his imagination to run wild for a bit before she really began the training. After taking Johnny into the house and down the stairs to the basement she had administered a strong sedative. Johnny had been asleep for the last 36 hours and had not yet seen the dungeon part of the basement he was currently secured in.

The dungeon had been built four years ago in preparation of Jenny’s training but as she had moved on it had been used less and less. Jenny’s mother was thrilled to get to use the dungeon again.

She adjusted the leather face mask she wore and made sure the hood of the cloak covered the rest of her head, stood, and quickly walked over to the boy.

Johnny was startled when the dark figure quickly emerged out of the shadows. When it leaned over him he got his first look at the horrific mask it wore. Johnny began screaming in terror.

The figure slapped Johnny across the face and the boy fell silent, whimpering meagerly at the monster that hovered over him.

“What’s your name?” the figure asked. A special collar around her neck gave Jenny’s mom a deep course sounding voice. Johnny was too scared to answer. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything but stare up at the dark figure, the dark unblinking eyes of the figure seeming to look straight through the boy.

“When a master asks a slave a question it should be answered immediately, without hesitation,” the figure growled, “Maybe you don’t know the answer. Your name is Slave from now on. You will answer to slave and slave alone. Whoever you were before you came here is dead, never to be known again.”

The young boy winced as emphasis was placed on the word “dead”.

“Furthermore,” the figure continued, “You will respond to everything with Master. Do you know who your masters are?”

“N-no Master,” the boy said, quickly picking up on what he had been told.

“Everyone,” the figure told him, “Until you’re told otherwise, everyone is superior to you and everyone is your master. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head yes.

“Apparently you don’t, nodding your head is not an answer, the proper answer would have been ‘Yes Master’,” The figure sounded angry now, “You’ll have to be punished for that.”

“No, please Mater!” the young boy begged.

“That’s another thing, you NEVER tell a master no,” The figure said, walking towards the door, “You’re punishment will give you plenty of time to think about the rules.”

The figure pushed a button on the wall and walked out the door.

The boy heard the door click, as a heavy lock was slid in place. Then he heard and felt some fans turn on, blowing the cool air of the dungeon across the young boys exposed body. Johnny closed his eyes and lay his head back on the metal table.

A few moments later he opened his eyes, he had felt something wet spray across his body. He quickly looked around but the figure had not returned. Relaxing again he lay on the table and looked at the lights. He had become more accustomed to the blowing air when from overhead a spray of water began soaking the boy. The water poured down relentlessly. The poor child’s teethe rattled from the cold.

To keep the water out of his eyes he had to lay with his head turned to one side. It was then that Johnny noticed the clock on the wall. He was curious how he had missed it before. The poor boy lay strapped to the table shivering as he watched the hours tick by.

Jenny’s mother and father watched the slave boy from the control room. From this specially built room, also in the basement, the two had complete control over every aspect of the dungeon as well as the rest of the basement. Every aspect, including the clock, where controlled.

The clock had been Jenny’s fathers idea, after reading “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest” He had realized the psychological impacts of being able to control the perception of the passage of time to someone that was being tortured.

“How much is the clock advanced, Harold?” Jenny’s mom asked her husband.

“It’s been sped up five times, Lori,” Harold answered his wife.

“The torture only is supposed to last an hour, do you really think he’ll believe he’s endured five hours of this?” Lori asked.

“Of course, this is his first session, he’d have no idea how long it really lasted,” Harold answered, “Remember Jenny’s first time in there?”

Lori remembered Jenny’s first torture session very well. It was only a few weeks after her 6th birthday when she had woken up down there. They had started her training much the same way, with Harold dressing up as the cloaked figure and terrorizing her. She had passed out from the sight so they had started the water torture while she was still unconscious, letting the little girl wake up to being cold in wet. They had kept the clock speed going as they tortured her for two entire weeks. Jenny was convinced that summer break had ended while she was locked in the dungeon and that she was a few weeks into the school year. Throwing her off in time by almost a month and a half had left her very confused and completely dependant on her parents when they finally came to get her from “The Trainer” as they had named the figure.

It was almost a year after that before Jenny learned the Dungeon was in her own basement and as far as her parent’s knew, the little girl was still completely unaware that The Trained wasn’t some dark figure her parents brought in for special training and discipline.

Slave was completely exhausted from shivering; he had agonizingly watched five hours pass on the clock when everything was shutoff. No only did the fans and water, but also the bright lights. Slave felt the bonds on his ankles and wrists release. He sat up on the cold metal table and rubbed circulation back into his extremities. He looked around the room some and saw the crack of light, still pouring in from under the door. Johnny carefully climbed off the table and began to walk towards the door, being careful not to slip on the wet concrete floor.

Lori and Harold watched the little boy walk across the room to the door, the night visions cameras making it easy to track his every move. They watched as he reached the door and turned the knob, opened the door and quickly walked through it without looking in first.

Slave heard the door close as he stepped into the brightly lit room. As his eyes were still adjusting he took a step forwards and was shocked when he bumped into burning hot object. His eyes had become accustomed to the brighter lights and he saw he was in a small room, no larger than a closet, with metal walls. He reached out and touched the walls, finding them to be burning hot. The boy turned to go back out the way he had come in. To his horror he didn’t see the door he had come in. Worse still the room had not four but five walls, making it difficult for the boy to remember which way he had even come from.

From the control room the adults watched as the boy slowly turned in a circle looking at his confinement. The display indicated the walls were heated to 100 degrees Fahrenheit by the electric heating elements in them. This room had been Lori’s idea, there wasn’t enough space in it for a child to sit or lay on the floor without touching the walls, which could be heated high enough to cause third degree burns. The pentagon shape of the room made it difficult for anyone who stumbles in to find the door to get back out and of course the door itself blended in with the walls and could only be opened from the outside or form the control room. The final touch was the fact that the room was actually an elevator, between the basement dungeon and an even lower level with completely different rooms.

Harold set the elevator to drop to the lower level and the timer on the door to open in four hours. He then turned to his wife who was still in the trainer costume.

“We have some time, would you like to have some fun with Jenny?” the adults grinned at each other.