Chapter 21 - Next Phase
The lighted doorway appears and General Volkov enters the cell with three armed guards. He walks over to Bucky and examines him.
"Is there anyone still in there?" He teases as he grips Bucky's chin and raises his head to look at him. Bucky doesn't respond. He doesn't look at him … he doesn't make a sound. He just blinks occasionally. His eyes are dead - glazed over.
"Очень хороший," (Very good) Volkov approves. "Пора начинать следующий этап перевоспитания." (It is time to begin the next phase of re-education.)
"What are you doing to him?" Steve panics. "Leave him alone. Haven't you done enough?"
"I am retraining the Asset. It will once again be the Fist of Hydra. The Winter Soldier will once again be a ghost - an assassin without equal. The Asset does not fail."
"Введите лекарства." (Administer the drugs) Volkov orders one the guards, who quickly injects 2 syringes into Bucky.
"What did you give him?" Steve hesitantly asks.
"If you must know, we are restarting the Soldat's medication. 20 milligrams Phencyclidine, 1000 milligrams Sodium Pentathol, 30 micrograms Lysergic acid diethylamide, 300 milligrams Phenobarbital, 300 milligrams Phenothiazine."
"Поместите его на место." (Put it into position.) Volkov orders the guards.
Bucky is released from his kneeling position, but he's still completely chained from neck to wrist to ankles.
One of the guards removes an elaborate cock cage with 3 rings and an attached urethral plug from his pocket.
"Fuck, Volkov," Tony says. "I didn't realize we were gonna get sex from you, too."
"Ah, but there is nothing more distracting or more basic than one's animalistic sexual urges. It is very useful for teaching. Major Dimitri Nicola is our resident expert in sexual training."
"You mean sexual torture?" Steve sneers.
Volkov nods to the guard nearest to Steve who extends his baton with a flick of his wrist and swings the metal rod across Steve's cheek. Electricity crackles and sparks as the rod sinks into his flesh and smashes his cheekbone. Steve's body jolts and spasms at the contact. He spits blood but doesn't say more.
Volkov then nods to Major Nicola. He approaches Bucky who just stares straight ahead. He takes Bucky's ball sac in his hands and fits a metal ring around it. It has a second steel bar that cuts between Bucky's balls and holds them viciously tight and apart. Bucky winces at the tight pinch of the metal ring but says nothing. Nicola then spits in his hand and forces the top part of the cage over Bucky's cock. Each of the 3 attached steel rings slide over his penis, as a drop of precum forms on the tip.
"А, вот оно," (Ah, there it is) Nicola smiles as he takes the attached five-inch tapered rod and works it into Bucky's urethra. Bucky hisses as Nicola works the tuning pin in and out a few times before shoving it all the way in and locking it to the rest of the cock cage on top of his balls.
Cock Cage
Bucky's dick is semi-hard and uncomfortable. The cage is just the right size to keep him semi-erect, but not let him get relief. He moans quietly - unable to keep the sensations from happening - from rocketing through his body.
"Теперь приступим к обучению," (Now we will begin your training) Volkov orders the guards to suspend Bucky in the middle of the cell facing Steve. The guards use chains wrapped under his armpits and hoist him into the air just high enough that he is unable to touch the floor with his feet. They attach heavy weights to both of his ankles at the spreader bar to prevent him from kicking. All that weight drags Bucky's body down, and the new chains bite into his skin. Rivulets of blood drip down his sides.
"Пошел ты и твои тренировки," (Fuck you and your training) Bucky spits. He's lucid now, but he spoke in Russian. "Karpov and Lukin used to beat me and fuck me until I bled, and then send me out to assassinate someone. I can take it. My name is Bucky Barnes. Ты не сможешь снова меня сломать!" (You can't break me again!)
Steve's breath catches at Bucky's admission of the demented kinds of torture he's endured.
"Мы можем, и вы сделаете это. (We can, and you will) You have forgotten yourself, Soldat. It will be a pleasure to reshape you once more," Volkov says as he gives Bucky a sadistic smile. He takes out a single whip and begins to lecture him on the appropriate methods for using a bullwhip as a weapon.
"Солдат, считай удары. Пропустите один, и мы начнем снова." (Soldat, count the strikes. Miss one and we begin again.)
"А теперь обратите внимание, Солдат. (Now pay attention, Soldat.) As Volkov circles the whip above his head, he explains, You see, when you choose a bullwhip, you want a solid handle. That way you can control where the end lands."
With just barely a flick, the tail slices into Bucky's back. Steve winces as Bucky gasps from the pain - a ribbon of blood wells up and runs down towards his ass.
"One."
"По-русски." (In Russian)
"Один," Bucky pants.
Volkov continues, "At the bottom of the handle is a little knot. It's called a Turk's Head. One holds that in the palm of the hand when it is swung. It is like a ball and socket joint in a shoulder."
Another flick of the whip and Volkov crosses the first slash with a new one. Bucky yelps and it begins to weep blood.
"Два."
"If one obtains a quality bullwhip, it does most of the cracking for you."
Volkov cracks the whip against Bucky's back a third time and Bucky gasps again.
"Три," Bucky struggles for breath.
"With the proper technique all one does is put the right shape into the lash as it is thrown out."
Again Volkov sends the tail of the lash towards Bucky's back. This time he yelps.
"Четыре."
Bucky wants to get lost in the pain ... to drift like when he was the Soldat, but he can't. He has to concentrate on counting or there be more. More pain. The drugs are making his head fuzzy. He can't get lost ... he has to keep count. It's so hard to concentrate. Volkov knows this ... the sadistic prick.
Volkov continues, "Throw it correctly, and the bullwhip does the rest."
The whip zips toward Bucky's back, and a new gash opens up. He shrieks.
His back is on fire and the cock cage is a whole different and distinct kind of torture. The two combined with the drugs are driving away his sanity as both pleasure and pain combine without release.
"Пять."
"Did you know that the crack of a whip comes from a loop traveling along the whip, gaining speed until it reaches the speed of sound and creates a sonic boom? In fact, the crack generates the sonic boom by achieving speeds of 700+ miles per hour."
Volkov flicks his wrist again and sends the whip hurtling towards Bucky's back.
He screams in agony.
Bucky hesitates a moment to breathe and think but manages to get out, "Шесть," in the nick of time.
"The braided portion of a whip near the handle is called the thong. While the tail of the whip is actually called a cracker. The part of the whip between the cracker and the thong is the fall."
Again Volkov sends the end of the whip at Bucky's back, opening up a new gash. He's sweating profusely now and tears have begun collecting in his eyes.
"Семь." Why does Volkov keep talking? He can't concentrate.
"When someone says a whip is a certain plait count, they are talking about the number of strands a whip is braided with at its widest point. A whip that starts its braiding with 16 strands at the beginning will probably end up at its thinnest point being braided with only 6-8 strands."
Another slash opens up on Bucky's back.
"Восемь." he screams in a gut-wrenching cry.
His voice is raw. He's so tired of screaming. Blood runs out of the corner of his mouth because his throat is bleeding. It wasn't completely healed from the electric baton torture.
"Did you know that the smaller and harder the tresses, the more painful the lash is in a whipping. A single tail whip like this bullwhip or a signal whip is even more intense than being hit by a cane."
Volkov swings the whip into Bucky's back, landing a new laceration and reopening the gashes that already criss-cross Bucky's back.
"Девять," Bucky groans just loudly enough to be heard. His head is swimming ... his vision is strange.
"In fact, I find it very interesting that while being beaten with a cane is extremely painful, as you know, getting lashed to death with a whip hurts far worse and would take far longer."
Another lash - another gash.
"Десять." Bucky whimpers - his face contorted in agony and confusion.
He can't scream anymore. His body is slack in his restraints. He can barely breathe - he's panting and moaning in exhaustion and pain. Blood runs down his back in tiny rivers and leaks from the corner of his mouth. His cock is straining to rise in its cage, almost purple at the head.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Volkov smiles as he turns Bucky around showing Steve and Tony his torn and bleeding back.
They can only stare as Volkov nods to the soldiers to leave.
Nicola hesitates a moment and asks, "Генерал, можно?" (General, may I?)
As Volkov considers the Major's request he glares at Steve. "Да, ты можешь." (Yes, you may) and he smiles at Steve.
Nicola removes his baton from his hip, extends it, and presses the tip into Bucky's scrotum for 10 long seconds.
Bucky didn't think he had anything left in him, but he was wrong. He screams anew and convulses as the electricity shoots through his body. It brings a sharp moment of clarity to his befuddled mind.
When it's over, Bucky spits a glob of blood out that lands on Nicola's shoe.
Bucky gives him a sadistic grin, but Nicola swings the baton in a backhanded motion and clocks Bucky across the right side of his head and face. He jolts as electricity sparks through his head and his orbital bone fractures. Blood drips from the new laceration above his right eye.
Nicola follows Volkov and the other guards out of the cell. They leave Bucky hanging as his eye blackens and swells shut. He sways on the chains and continues to quietly moan from the beating, the hallucinations, and the deep ache in his cock.
"Uh, Capsicle? That drug cocktail that they injected into him ... That's not good."
"What was it? What did he mean 'the soldier's medicine'?"
"Those drugs ... That concoction? They're all barbiturates, anticonvulsants, hallucinogens, & hypnotics. LSD and PCP. Those were in Natasha's data dump files. He's gotta be high as a kite. Those are the chemicals they administered regularly to help control the Winter Soldier."
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