The director`s ruined sexual slave will be fired. Part 3.

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 that this one would not go to trial or have tokens. He was imprisoned without any legal registration. This type of prisoner was valuable and rare. It was even more special 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 role.

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, and 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, and had to drink all the urine and sperm that spilled in his mouth. He often had to eat his feces to withstand hunger.

His beard and hair had grown a lot. He had also lost a lot of weight, weakened his muscles, and lost his tan and healthy color. Wounds and scars marked every inch of his skin.

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, blows always swelled his face, and 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 took particular pleasure in kicking and trampling his stuff. Although the boy was well-endowed when he arrived, they never let him be active. 

The guards who had to wash his anus felt humiliated by the function. As revenge, they used 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 constantly 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 came on 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 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, 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.

These days, the audiences were a little bigger. Spilled blood was more plentiful, splashing away in many viewers. On these special days, the patio ended with many puddles of blood, sweat, and sperm.