ERIC'S REVENGE
Chapter eleven
`I'm sick of the sight of the cunt now,' said Eric, and he turned over with his face on the soft pillows of that big comfortable bed.
Eric asked the blond guard to take me back to my cell. On the way, pick up its lunch pig-food. It's the vomit-bowl again of course. Better make the cunt carry it himself, because it stinks. It's got the usual gristle and something nasty which looks like some kind of undercooked chicken skin, stomach lining or something. There wasn't as much of that grey sludge as usual,' Eric yawned, so I decided to leave a big lump of someone's vomit in the bowl.' Fucking hell', said the black trainee as he turned away in disgust. Eric laughed and added in his soft even voice Make sure it eats it all, every scrap, including all the sick, without a drink. Don't even piss in it. The cunt needs to swallow it all dry with its sandpapered and bleeding throat.'
Grab an empty slop bucket', added Eric, and get the cunt to fill it with water, but it can't drink it if he doesn't finish everything -- it can just suffer.'
It was a terrible `meal'. The blond guard stood over me, smirking and giggling, while I knelt on the concrete floor of my cell and choked on unchewable bits of cold greasy gristle, previously spat out by some unknown inmate. My throat was in shreds and felt like it was on fire, but I didn't even want to think about the consequences if Eric learned that I hadn't eaten the pig-food he'd selected for me.
When it came to the vomit, it was worse than anything I'd imagined. Most of my pig-food was vile but fairly bland-tasting. The vomit was not. It stank and had a strong but disgusting flavour. I could see bits of semi-digested food in it, chucked up bits of the disgusting gristle, lumps of oily fat, and even some half-chewed carrot, which I now had to eat after it had been eaten by an inmate, churned up in his stomach, and thrown up. The very worst was the stinking bile which covered all the regurgitated food. The whole lot had solidified in the vomit-bowl. After two mouthfuls, faced by at least a dozen more needed to finish it, I turned away. I couldn't do it, whatever the punishments that would follow.
The blond guard was standing by the door which he'd kept slightly open so he wouldn't have to smell my lunch'. He noticed I'd stopped. Look, cunt, if you don't eat that all up, every scrap, including all the sick, you won't get your water for two hours and you'll get a more painful session than you could imagine in the punishment room after your evening rape. It'll go on half the night, and will definitely include plenty of scraping that sensitive urethra of yours. Is that what you want? You saw how Eric gets off on torturing you, and everyone in this place supports Eric totally, so, if he wants you to eat that sick, eat the fucking sick.'
I have no idea how I did it. I forced that vomit down my tortured throat into my stomach. Yes, for the first time, but sadly not the last, I ate vomit.
A few hours later, Eric, now back in uniform, appeared at my cell door. It stinks in here -- you'll be punished for that. Hell, we can't even bring a rapist in here! Luckily, I've arranged for you to be raped from now on in another cell -- anyway, the new cell's better for rape because it's got places where your rapist can tie you up. You can go on sleeping in this place with its nice stench -- don't expect anything clean in this cell, ever ...
Eric continued with one of his questions - Did you enjoy eating that inmate-vomit, cunt? Was it delicious?' Unfortunately I knew the answer Eric required, Yes, Sir. Thank you so much for giving me an inmate's sick for my lunch. It was tasty, Sir. And thank you for leaving it to get cold and congealed, Sir' Eric laughed in my face You'll get plenty more, cunt', he said. Then he checked that I had drunk all the fresh' water from some other inmate's emptied shit-bucket.
The blond guard appeared with the antiseptic and pepper spray mix and Eric unlocked my cage and tapped the button that re-set the spike-spring. Twenty spikes pulled out of my penis at the same time and I fell on the floor grabbing on to it. The blond guard, put on some gloves, slapped my hands away and sprayed my dick thoroughly while I shrieked with pain. Eric replaced the cage instantly.
A very young inmate -- he must have turned 18 to be an inmate but he looked very young to me -- was invited to give me a jet-wash out in the yard. He grinned like the kid he was as he aimed for my balls, making them smash into each other. When I couldn't hold still, he and the blond guard tied me to some railings and resumed, and prolonged, the jet-wash. This was followed by my usual no-nonsense painful enema and then it was time for me to be raped.
Back in the new raping cell, a smelly thuggish guy in his twenties was waiting. Eric had reappeared. This is your new whoring place, cunt. Don't forget, we'll be watching you as usual and these boys will give me a report and score afterwards'. Then Eric turned to the thug who now joined by the young guy who had just jet-washed my balls: OK so you want the cunt upside down and its legs spread -- sort it out then -- use those cuffs for its ankles and then haul it up with that pulley -- you can attach it to those two hooks -- they're a bit far apart but it's supposed to be a punishment for the cunt anyway'. `If it doesn't score ten out of ten, we've got special treatment waiting for it in the punishment room -- you can come and join in', added Eric.
The raping in the new cell from those two men -- or, to be more exact from a vicious thug and his boy `apprentice' -- set a new level for my whoring. They tied my legs to two hooks so far apart that I felt my muscles about to tear. They hauled me up so that only my shoulders and the back of my head rested on the floor, bringing my hole level with the thug's hardened dick.
Without warning, the thug rammed his dirty erection fully into my unlubed hole and began fucking hard without a further thought. The angle at which he was raping me now that I was upside down meant that each thrust hit new places inside my hole, bruising new sensitive flesh which had been inaccessible to the men and boys who had raped me in my usual kneeling or knees-back positions. This new painful assault was made worse by the young boy grabbing my dick and twisting it till it must have looked like a corkscrew of punished red flesh. The thug took his time. Then the boy took his place but actually squatted down and squirted his cum into my mouth, which I didn't expect so I spilt some. Spilling meant they wouldn't give me a good score for whoring to Eric, and that meant punishment.
Eventually with my usual 5 out of 10, I was on my way with the boy, the blond guard and Eric, to the punishment room. The thug said he was knackered after his exertions (he was also on hard labour) and gave me a full-power bruising kick in my ribs as he left.
When Eric, the blond guard, the boy and I all entered the punishment room together. the black trainee was waiting for us. So I knew what was happening. Before Eric could explain my punishments in detail, and before I begged for them, I knew this would be the black trainee's idea of the `horse' refined with electric shocks to my balls. My knees gave way. Today would be the start of the destruction of my balls. The destruction of my penis had started on day one. Now it was the turn of my balls.
As Eric now explained `The only reason we are allowing you to keep any of your sexual organs, shitface, is so that we can torture them and destroy them over a long period of time -- you may have balls at the end of a few years but they'll be strange shapes, hardly recognisable as balls, and a constant source of extreme pain.'
You're getting what you deserve, aren't you, shitface?' asked Eric. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir'. Good' smiled Eric; Tonight, we're going to attach you to the hoist and then give this boy, the one who just raped you, a cigarette. He'll be allowed to stub it out anywhere he wants on your body three times. He knows that, if you don't scream, he'll be punished as well, so I think he'll do a good job. Then you'll be untied from the hoist and you'll crawl over to the toilet box where the boy will shit into your mouth -- of course you'll have to eat everything.'
`And then it'll be time for the electric horse', said Eric. He didn't elaborate on that. He didn't need to. I shook violently with fear.
The blond guard and the black trainee tied my arms above my head to the hoist and secured my ankle cuffs to some rings on the floor. The black trainee said quietly as he secured me that he was looking forward to frying my balls in the `horse'.
But now it was the boy's turn.
I was standing under that hoist, arms in the air and legs spread, completely naked, unable to move, in front of a kid of 18. The kid had raped me violently earlier while I hung helplessly upside down. Now he was going to punish me with a burning cigarette, three times, and then he was going to shit in my mouth and Eric would force me to eat all of it. How come? He was an ordinary looking boy, brown scruffy hair, on the short side, a few pockmarks and lines on his face where I expect he'd recently had acne, and a kind of hateful sneering smile which was probably one of the reasons Eric chose him.
Eric passed the boy a cigarette from a superkings' packet and offered the boy a light. I wonder where he'll choose, cunt -- think how much it'll hurt, wherever it is', said Eric.
I noticed that the boy's prison shorts were tenting while he took a long drag to heat up the cigarette. The blond guard noticed and asked the boy how much he was enjoying himself. To my surprise, the boy answered. I've heard what this piece of shit has done to boys a few years younger than me. I really want to punish the fucker. Now I've got a chance'. With that, the boy looked directly into my eyes and then down at my groin. I knew a moment before he stubbed it out there, that my ball-sack was getting it, and it did. It got it right where it was drawn tightly over my right ball. The viciousness of that first burn and its severity as the boy held the burning cigarette there for three or four seconds, caused me to scream until I was hoarse -- so the boy wasn't going to be punished for that one. When it was a bit quieter but everyone could still smelt my burning ball-sack flesh, the black trainee suggested if there's actually a hole in the cunt's sack now, we could pass the electric wire right through it instead of winding it round it'. They all laughed.
Had the boy played his best shot first? How could he give me more pain than that, two more times in two more places?
I soon knew. I actually thought the boy was just waving the newly re-lit red-hot cigarette in my face just to taunt me. Then he jammed it into my left eyelid and held it there. Even Eric murmured `fuck' but then told the boy that that was an amazing idea. In terms of pain, my burnt eyelid even made my ball-sack burn seem insignificant. I screamed and screamed and it took me a couple of minutes to find out my left eye wasn't actually blind.
What would he do for a finale? Surely there was no more pain he could cause to my dick after the spikes and anyway the cage was till on and he hadn't asked Eric to take it off. There wasn't much more to be done with my nipples which Eric had tortured earlier. The cunt's on hard labour, right?' the boy asked. With no remission and hard discipline' replied Eric. The boy then squatted with his cigarette, now re-lit again, and reached for my right foot `Then he deserves this' said the boy. He grabbed my foot from below my ankle-cuffs and twisted it hard, so my pink sole faced upwards, and he stubbed the cigarette as hard as he could into the sensitive flesh at the very centre of the ball of my foot, on the part of my right foot I put my weight on with every step. I would inevitably tread on that burnt flesh, now smoking slightly, tomorrow and for weeks to come. Of course I yelled in pain, although at that moment, the other two burns actually felt worse. It was the days and weeks of torture which would result from this particular burn, the boy's sadistic foot-burn, that I was now thinking about. I gasped for breath.
`Time to eat the boy's shit', said Eric.