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I follow her gaze to a set of red/green lights above the overhead doors.
It’s chilling to think of a youth, no matter how troubled and rebellious, arriving naked and restrained in a most confining enclosure. And then to be introduced to his new life by a dominant uniformed specialist who will bath, feed and train him over the ensuing weeks with such a forceful and permanent gesture as having his genitals ringed.
The Director pushes a button next to an elevator door. It slowly slides open to reveal the inside of a huge elevator.
“As I mentioned Doctor, the basement was added during the war. It was carved out of the rock, and you’ll probably notice its size. It extends outwards beyond the foundation of the building and is actually a separate chamber.”
We step in and the door slowly closes.
“The Nazis wanted a safe and secure area for their political foes. We’ve put the area to good use and this large elevator allows us to properly equip it.”
A motor grinds. We slowly descend. I recall Lady Constance’s description of her first visit as a teenager, and it indeed feels that we are being lowered into the bowels of the earth. It is evident that what is termed a basement is actually more like a cavern connected to the building above by an opening in the Bavarian rock which more resembles a mine shaft.
After several minutes, the elevator stops and the door slides open. The scene that unfolds is amazingly decadent. Naked, restrained males all closely supervised by the dour, young behavior specialists so omnipresent in the village. Uniformed in crisp white. All shapely with a physical strength which is only surpassed by impressive intellectual fortitude and determination.
It is just as Lady Constance described in her interview with displays of total control of young males manifested in so many ways.
There are several shiny, steel examination tables similar to that found in Lady Constance’s hotel suite. Naked, bound, young males kneel humbly bent at the waist with heads downward, their neck collars secured by cables hanging from the high ceiling. Stern, white uniformed women are softly enunciating commands while examining, washing, pinching, kneading the smooth hairless flesh. And the most compliant males instantly react to their demands, changing positions in an effort to better expose themselves to their trainer.
One of the teenagers is being depilated by two women. He stoically remains motionless, but the bee sting level of pain is not lost judging from the numerous winces and tears dripping to his chin.
Another is covered with suds. A tube emanates from his rectum. A trainer gently smoothes her hands over his wet skin, simultaneously washing and examining. Occasionally her right hand moves under him and checks the swollen lower belly, slowing filling with the warm, soapy water of the enema. She smiles. Her enjoyment in having the one time troubled youth under her dominance is evident. And she knows the pressure will slowly build to a level of intolerance, the whole time monitored very carefully to ensure that maximum discomfort will be administered without damage.
The dog pens, which so enthralled Lady Constance in her first visit, are stacked against a far wall. All are empty except one. The Director speaks as we stroll toward the wall of wire mesh cages.
“Just came in last night. This one’s a very bad boy. He’s served much time for petty crimes in the past, but last week was caught in a poorly planned hold up of a store in Warsaw.
“The judge looked at his record and decided more prison time was pointless. After she supervised his strip search, it was apparent that he had the male attributes we seek here. So she arranged for his ‘escape’. Escape into the back of one of our trucks of course.”
The Director laughed with the irony.
“From what I’ve read of the robbery, it almost seems he wanted to be caught. You’d think a young career criminal would have better skills.
“Well, we’ll imbue him with more acceptable skills. The judge has first option on him. In a few months, he may be back in Warsaw serving the judge in a very comfortable prison cell..., comfortable for her..., not for him.”
Another laugh.
The sizable blond lies on his side with knees drawn up to his chest. A small chain runs from the front of the cage to his mouth. His tongue is evidently clamped enforcing the rule of silence. He wears the standard thick, dog collar with wrists secured behind him and drawn up to the back of the collar. He is blindfolded and cloth or cotton wads cover his ears under the blindfold encircling his head.
We move to the rear of the pens. There the boy’s buttocks are exposed due to his fetal position. But the viewer’s attention is drawn to the pair of pink testicles pulled toward the rear of the pen by a cord attached to his newly added control ring and tightly tied to the wire mesh of the pen’s door. They are huge as is expected, and I am sure that the judge could not miss such prodigious organs during a strip search.
I step to the side and despite the drawn up thighs the tip of the boy’s phallus peeks out. He is partially erect with the bulbous head somewhat engorged and well outside the frenulum.
“Interesting, is it not, Doctor? We can determine a male’s propensity for submission rather early in his stay. He’s naked, well bound, and experiencing moderate pain. And look at his reaction. He’s tumefying. We’ll have this one well trained in six months. This is one career criminal who’s going to be of good service to the community.”
A behavior specialist approaches holding a tray propped on four legs. Her hands are gloved in latex, and she smiles professionally at the Director and me.
“What timing, Doctor. Amanda is here to infibulate our new arrival.”
Amanda places the tray next to the pens. She unties the scrotal cord then opens the door. Her right hand picks up the small electrical device similar to that demonstrated by Dr. L------. With a push of a button, the large blond moans then convulses in pain. With the sudden movement, Amanda deftly reaches between the boy’s thighs and pulls the lengthy male appendage between his thighs and back toward her. It is impressive. But what is more impressive is Amanda’s commanding handling of the organ. Despite its partially swollen state, she holds it firmly in her left hand, while her right discards the electrical device and gathers an ice cube from a bowl on the tray. The helpless delinquent again spasms, as she callously begins icing the shaft.
I am amazed at how quickly her precise actions bring the penis under her control and cause it to shrivel. After a minute, she returns the ice to the bowl and, still holding the shaft in her left, draws the frenulum down until the once engorged tip disappears under the protective foreskin. She holds it there and waits.
“The ice is necessary but unfortunately numbs the flesh. Our procedures require that the pain of infibulation be fully felt. It’s important to the process.”
After some three minutes, Amanda cruelly pinches the sensitive tip. The boy yelps comically, the tongue clamp muffling any attempted discernible speech.
Satisfied that sensitivity returned, Amanda reaches for a long sharp needle.
