The routine
of rapes and lashings had to take many months.
It was not
easy to find an inmate who could be kept in the position of sexual slave, being
so brutally tortured that no one outside prison could discover or protest. Usually it was some clandestine young
immigrant, without documents or acquaintances. Or someone arrested while
carrying drugs at airports without any local link.
Officers
carrying this type of prisoner were already discreetly signaling; this one is
not going to trial, or will have tokens. He was imprisoned without any legal
registration. This type of prisoner was not normal or frequent. It was even
more difficult and rare that the element was young and handsome to please the
demanding directors of the prison.
So, as long
as they had no other prisoner to satisfy the director's sexual needs, he had to
be kept in the job.
Over the
months his body was completely transformed.
After every
beating with the whip he was kept in the cell for weeks for rape and sexual
abuse. Without ever leaving the cell, without speaking to anyone, eating only
what his rapists threw on the floor of the cell to feed him.
The
director's sadism was such that he used to urinate on the food he threw on the
floor before the prisoner ate. The convict did not receive water or food
regularly, suffered from thirst most of the time, to have to drink all the
urine and sperm that spilled in his mouth. He often had to eat his own feces to
withstand hunger.
His beard
and hair had grown a lot. He had lost a lot of weight, his muscles had
weakened, his skin had lost its tan and healthy color. Every inch of his skin
was marked by wounds and scars.
Between the
brutal and public sessions of whipping, during the recovery weeks, he was
beaten up by the rapists themselves or by the guards who washed him.
He was
slapped in the face, punched in the belly, brutal kicks and blows of rubber
mallets all over his body. Many of his teeth fell by the blows, his face was
always swollen by blows, no one who had once known him would recognize him anymore.
His anus was enlarged, he could not contain his shit, and he defecated without
control.
His penis and scrotum were always swollen and bruised.
The guards felt special pleasure in kicking and trampling his stuff. The boy was well-endowed when he arrived, but they never let him be active.
The guards who had to wash his anus felt humiliated by the function. As revenge, they use to handcuff his balls high up on the bars of the cell. They practically hung him from his balls as they threaded the hose into his anus.
He had no
idea if it was day or night, his cell had no windows and the light was kept off
when no one was there to use it. His eyes stayed so long without seeing the
sunlight, they were always swollen by slapping or burning through the urine
they made on his face. His ears were always aching and bruised by the brutal
way they were pulled to lift him off the ground when he was slow to obey
orders.
When
someone opened the door to the cell he always come all fours, with his mouth
open to suck his owners' dicks. He crawled as he raised his ass, and spread his
legs so they could penetrate him.
He lost all
dignity and self-esteem. He was treated like an animal, or as a worm, and
proceeded to act as one.
When
another unhappy prisoner finally came to prison, suitable to all the demands to
take over the role of the sexual slave, the old slave had to free the cell. On
this day the ruined slave was taken to the yard for the longest of beatings,
cause he would be whipped to death.
No one
warned him of the importance of this day. He was tied up as ever, flogged as
ever for the usual audience. The only difference is that even after he
collapsed, the lashes would continue uninterrupted, for hours, without mercy.
The audiences
these days were a little bigger. Spilled blood was more plentiful, splashing
away in many viewers. On these special days the patio sand ended with many
puddles of blood, sweat, and sperm.