Stomach TortureFebruary 16 2006
 This really happened to me, but I learned to survive torture you have to learn to love it and that's what I did. I would never recommend anyone doing this to another person because the event was not consensual and there was no safety parameters for me. Im lucky I survived.
While serving time in prison I had several experiences with torture by guards in solitary confinement. One however stands out more than the others because it almost killed me. I ended up spending a month in the
hospital afterwards. I had been sent to solitary over a stupid fight I had with a fellow prisoner. They used any excuse to send guys there. I didn't look forward to it because that was usually where the most sadistic guards were. I was sent there for 2 months this time.
Around the 2nd week I was there one of the guards came in to work that day in a very bad mood and I could tell he was looking to take his mood out on someone right away. He had always hated me so I knew I was in for it.
He got two other guards to help him take me to a room. They chained me to a wall with my hands stretched high over my head so my feet were barely touching the ground. I could feel my muscles stretching in my body and it was hard to breathe hanging like that. I looked at this 6 ft 2 guard and figured he weighed about 250 pounds, most of it muscle. The other guards were also big men and I knew my scrawny 155 pounds was in for it. The big one walked up to me and told me he wanted to see how much abuse I could take in my gut, just for the fun of it. I spit in his face and it pissed him off.
He ripped open my shirt exposing my hairy chest and belly and looked me over real good. I felt myself breathing hard from the pain of hanging there and the anticipation of what was to come. He put his fist on my gut and pushed in hard withoug letting go as if measuring how far in my gut would go. The force of his fist pressing into my belly hurt bad. The he suddenly pulled back and threw a punch that knocked the wind out of me. I felt my gut cave in deep as his fist went into my gut directly below my rib line. Then without missing a beat he put his fist into my gut about 30 times covering every inch of my belly. I couldn't breathe from the force and intensity and when he finally stopped after about 30 solid hard punches he laughed as he watched me struggling to breathe.
He let me rest for about 5 minutes as I tried to catch my breath. I had gone limp and didnt care anymore that my arms ached, in fact I didn't notice it anymore my gut hurt so bad. Then the other guards came over and wanted a turn at me and together they started slamming their fists into my belly hard. They were alternating in their slams, one hitting me in my belly right at my naval and the other one right under it. The hits were coming about 2 per second nonstop and suddenly the huge guard joined in and he was hitting me right under the ribs.
All three hitting me all over my belly nonstop. It felt like it went on for hours although I think it was only about 10 minutes. They hit me in a steady rhythm in a way that left me unable to get enough air to yell. I felt myself
blacking out even though I could still feel it. I couldn't see but I could feel the intense pain & agony. After while they stopped and my breathing was labored by then and it took all my strength just to take in one breath of air.
They left me alone for a little while. I couldn't move at all. I hung there against the wall hoping it was over but knowing it wasn't. Next they tied a gag around my mouth tight enough that no air could get through. Then they started to gut punch me again in the same steady rhythm as before so that every moment my belly was caving in by a punch in one spot or another. I desperately gasped trying to get air. They kept it up for about 5 minutes before they stopped. All I could do was hang there weakly trying to breathe as much as possible before they started in again.
Then I felt myself being taken down off the wall and I was laid on a table with restraints. I felt my ankles being tied to restraints in each corner of the table and then my arms pulled upward over my head and outward. I was restrained spread eagle. They had also placed an object under my upper back near my shoulders to elevate me and stretch me out more. I felt my wrists being shackled and then they tightened the restraints so I was totally stretched out to the maximum endurance, or so I thought at the time. It was hard to breathe tied that way and I was already struggling just to take a breath. I had to take short agonizing labored breaths. They laughed as they watched me struggle to breathe, especially with the gag over my mouth.
Then I felt them placing a restraining belt around my stomach right under my ribs and tightened beyond human endurance. I didn't know it at the time but they had this belt tied to a wheel winch underneath so when it was turned it would tighten even more. All they had to do was turn it and lock it to tighten it and the belt would pull my gut in even more and restrict my breathing more. I was already gasping for air and they hadn't even started yet.
I felt stomach try to rise and fall as I attempted to breath and it took every ounce of strength I had just to breath. It was so labored that I knew if they did anything to me my life was hanging on the edge. I hoped then that this was all they meant to do. I was wrong.
Next thing I knew I felt my arms stretching out even tighter as they pulled the wench on my arm restraints and stretched my body even more. My chest rose higher with the object under my shoulders and my gut caved in even more. One of the guards put his hands on my belly and started rubbing me hard as if the sight of me turned him on. I felt his hand going all over my belly and down over my pants to my crotch then back up to my belly. At that point they turned the wheel holding the belly restraint and I felt it dig into my gut even more right under my ribs. I was desperatly gasping for air now so fast I started to black out. But something kept me conscious. Im not sure why I didn'g pass out. My labored breathing was not relieved and I was almost panicking. I didn't think I could keep it up.
Then it got worse. I saw the big 250 pound guard get up on the table and stand over me. I shuddered as I struggled to breathe and he looked down at me watching my belly rising and falling hard and fast trying to breathe in and out desperately. Then he took his boot and placed it on my naval. And in one quick step he jumped up and landed with both boots on my belly. I felt his 250 pounds land on my belly hard and I felt my belly cave in. At that moment he also told one of the others to tighten the wheel on the belly restraint and the other one to stretch the arm restraints even more. As they tightned the restraints he started bouncing on my belly and laughing. I couldn't even think at this point, all I could do was try to catch a tiny bit of air whenever possible. I felt my belly trying hard to make itself move to take in air and every time I tried I felt the winches tightening. My gasping for air became my sole purpose in life and nothing else mattered. I didn't even care any
longer if they hurt me or not, I just wanted one small breath of air. I somehow managed to take in little spurts of it, enough to keep me conscious.
At that point he decided to torment me in other ways. He turned around with his feet still on my belly stomping around on it from one end of it to the other for about 5 minutes. I felt like my belly was flattened totally on the table and my insides were being crushed to death but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to breathe. He turned so he was facing away from me and suddenly he lifted his feet out from under himself and his butt crashed down onto my belly hard knocking any wind out of my lungs that was in there. I felt the room go black as I started to lose consciousness.
When I regained consciounsness I realized the winches had been tightened again and I still labored & struggled even harder to breathe and he was still sitting on my belly, his full 250 pounds crushing into me.
When he realized I was awake he moved his hand to my crotch and started to rub my crotch. After a minute or two I felt my cock getting hard. I felt it moving and I heard one of them remark about my huge bulge. He rubbed harder and I moaned as I continued struggling to breathe harder, the sexual excitement making it even harder for me to breathe. Then he unzipped me and pulled my 7 inches out and began to wildly stroke my cock. I moaned hard and even though I was not homosexual at all it was almost a relief to feel pleasure instead of pain for a moment. I still struggled hard to breathe but the pleasure I felt took my mind off of it for a moment. I could feel I was getting close to orgasm and breathing got even harder. Suddenly just as I thought I was about to cum, he began to bounce his 250 pounds hard on my belly. I felt his frame hit my ribs and bounce around all over my belly and I could no longer feel any pleasure in my organ. I couldn't breathe at all. He was bouncing so hard and at the same time they were tightening the winches used to tighten my belly & arm restaints. I tried to catch a breath between his bounces in the fraction of a second he lifted off my belly, but he bounced so hard & fast it was almost impossible. I was heaving my chest trying to breathe and my belly was in agony as I felt it cave in completely to his bounces. As I began to pass out again I felt it stop. They either stopped or I passed out I'm not sure.
Then suddenly I was aware again of them standing around me laughing. He was no longer sitting on me but the restraints had not been loosened and even though I was getting some air I had labor hard to take in one small breath. I tried different ways to breathe to see which was the best way to get a little air. I tried tiny short breaths with long pauses between. Then I tried to take in one long breath and then wait a minute to take in another. Nothing seemed to be enough. They laughed as they watched me attempt to breathe. My belly was caved in and my ribs stuck out. I felt one of them run his hands over my ribs and remark how hairy I was. He rubbed my belly and around my ribs and said I had a good looking belly and it was a shame they were
destroying it. He kept rubbing my belly hard as one of them brought a ladder and placed it next to the table.
His hand went from my belly to my cock and he started to rub it. I felt myself getting hard again and it was harder to breathe from the sexual excitement. He grabbed my shaft and rubbed harder and harder. I wanted to cum just to get a release. Then as he kept rubbing my hard cock one of them climbed the ladder with what looked like a heavy round object similar to a bowling ball. He held it about 6 feet over my belly and as my cock began to throb hard he dropped it and it landed on my belly. I couldnt make a sound because there was no air in my lungs. I felt my belly cave in with the weight of the object just as my cock exploded. I passed out. When I awoke again, he was stading on the ladder and he immediately dropped the hard ball on my belly again. I could taste blood in my mouth and I was desperately gasping for air as he continued dropping the ball on my belly over and over. Then I passed out.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to I was still on the table in full restraints and they were tightened to them max. I still had to struggle to breathe. I didn't hear or see anyone for hours. They had just left me there like that. I spent the next few hours doing nothing but feeling the pain in my belly and muscles and struggling for every ounce of breath I was able to take in. And the worst part was it was only my 2nd week in solitary and if I survived this day I knew they would find more to do to me before my time there was over. As I lay there feeling agony I tried to imagine my girlfriend and what she would do for me if she was there. Anything to get my mind off my agony. I felt her hand rubbing my ribs and belly sofly and gently and she whispered to me she was going to make love to me. I felt her hand move on my belly and then up over my ribs to my chest. Then she moved it back down my belly and to my cock. I felt myself getting hard and I wanted to masturbate but I could barely breathe let alone move. I tried to imagine her sucking my cock and pumping it hard. Then I realized my fantasy was making me breathe even harder and I began to get dizzy from lack of air. Then I heard footsteps and someone climbing the ladder and I realized they were going to drop the object on me again. I begin to convulse uncontrollably just from the thought. My restraints pulled at my limbs and I felt the belly restraint digging deeper into my belly. Suddenly I felt something land on my belly, it was someone jumping from the ladder down onto me.It was the big guard who had trampled on me before. He had jumped on me from above. My stomach caved in and I could feel his boots on my backbone. My body was convulsing wildly and I could not get any air at all. I passed out.
When I woke up I was in the infirmary and I couldn't move. I was too weak to move. I laid there not caring. The pain was agonizing. Every muscle in my body was in agony and my belly felt like the insides had been crushed to pieces. It was a week before I even tried to move. Breathing hurt for months after. The damage to my body was severe.
They didn't bother me for a a few months after that but the torture they inflicted on me wasn't over. They did a lot more to me later, but this was the worst.
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