Date: Mon, 07 Mar 2005 15:07:52 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 4

Copyright: Beastmaster42.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is
purely coincidental.

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JOURNEY INTO NIGHT

CHAPTER FOUR


Once all the prisoners had been caned, food and water were brought to the
cell: bread, some cold meat and pickled cabbage. The water was in a large
urn, the food in large aluminium trays. Each prisoner helped himself, eating
with his hands and drinking out of the couple of tin cups left there for
their use. I was still handcuffed and could neither eat nor drink. Karl paid
no attention to me as he helped himself to the food with the others. When
they had all finished, the inspector issued some instructions to the guards:
they came into the cell, tipped out the scraps from the large tray into the
bucket which served as a toilet for the men, which the guards then pissed
into... The inspector spoke to me:

"Now you eat!"

I was horrified. Handcuffed, I would have to kneel down and fish out the
half-chewed scraps from the stinking piss in the shit-bucket. I could not, I
just could NOT... But Karl knew the inspector, and what he could do if he
was not obeyed, so he pushed me towards the bucket on the floor, and pushed
me to my knees and - firmly but gently - pushed my face down into the
stinking mess. He held my mouth and nose down below the surface of the
frothy piss, so that I had to drink fast if I were not to choke.

Eventually, with most of the piss drunk, I could breathe again, and noticed
to my horror that there were bits of the prisoners' shit still in the
bucket, now mixed with the half-chewed scraps of food they had discarded.
Karl still held my head firmly down in the mess...

"EAT!" the inspector barked.

I felt sick and tried to lift my head up out of the bucket, but Karl just
pushed it back in, so that my face was now surrounded by bits of shit and
'food'. Slowly, I opened my mouth, tasting the foul shitty mess that was to
be my breakfast. I chewed and swallowed, feeling my stomach churning.
Handcuffed, naked, shaved and beaten, I was in no position to resist, so I
got on with it as fast as possible.

Eventually, when I had consumed the entire filthy mess, Karl released his
grip and pulled my head out of the toilet bucket, but left me kneeling in
front of it. The inspector just looked at me coldly and smiled...

"Now you learn how to be good prisoner! You dirty western pig! When
magistrate come next month, you will be VERY good boy!"

"Please... Inspector... take off my handcuffs..." I stuttered once more.

"I tell you before, maybe tomorrow. But now you ask me again, it will be one
more day! DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN, PIG!"

The inspector turned round and went out of the door, followed by the guards.
Karl turned me round to face him:

"Now you learn be good prisoner! You be good to all other prisoners, and we
be good to you! If not..." and with this, he suddenly pinched my defenceless
nipples, twisting them and pulling them painfully upwards till I had to
stand on tiptoe... "if not, we TEACH you!". I knew what that meant...

The cell was now less crowded, since ten of the prisoners had been released
after being flogged, so there was a little more room. Some of the men sat on
the large bucket and took a shit, farting loudly to the amusement of the
others. Karl was idly toying with my painful nipples. There was no toilet
paper of course, so after shitting the men just got up again and walked
towards us. One of them grabbed me by the neck, pulling me away from Karl,
and pushed me to my knees. He turned round and pulled my face into the crack
of his arse, which now stank of his recent shit. Shit still stuck to his
hole and he clearly wanted it cleaning up - handcuffed and defenceless, Karl
stood behind me, pushing my face firmly into to the large backside in front
of me, making sure my tongue did its duty...

By now I had grown used to the smell, the stink of these men. While I was in
this hell-hole, they were my family. The smell of their unwashed feet,
cocks, armpits and arses would be my constant reminder that I was now
nothing more than a dirty stinking prisoner like them, that my tongue, mouth
and arsehole would be used again and again for their pleasure. Karl had
claimed me as "his boy", but he enjoyed seeing me degraded and punished, so
I could not expect any mercy from him. In a strange way, this domination
over me, the exercise of authority - however perverse and brutal - over me
seemed so... right, somehow. I had been a fucking little bastard as a child,
a total pain in the arse to my family and friends, and now I was getting the
discipline I should have had a long time ago! I was going to learn respect
for these tough, brutal men whether I liked it or not....

I was disturbed from my thoughts when the man whose hole I was cleaning
suddenly pulled away, turned round and stuffed his half-hard, cheesy cock in
my mouth. My head was still being held fast by Karl, and the other man just
jerked his cock into my mouth till he came, spewing his sticky spunk into my
mouth. His cock was so big and pushed in so far I nearly choked. When he had
finished, he pulled the filthy thing out and I swallowed his spunk, grateful
that I could breathe normally once more. Karl had been so excited by this
that he roughly pulled me to my feet, rammed me up against the bars with my
back to him and fucked my hole savagely. He pounded his cock in and out of
me, banging me against the bars while the other prisoners laughed, egging
him on to give it to me good and hard.

I did not know how much more of this filth and degradation I could endure -
I thought that Karl would be my friend, after all, I had taken twenty extra
strokes of the cane for him. But he just continued to bang his cock into me,
battering my beaten buttocks mercilessly as he did so. With my face pushed
up against the bars, he did not see my tears of pain and rage against what
was being done to me.

One of the guards came back in and, seeing me being buggered, sauntered over
towards our cell. Karl did not stop - after all, this was a 'normal'
activity in this hell-hole. He stood in front of me, on the other side of
the bars, looking into my tear-filled eyes. Then he just grabbed my nipples
through the bars, pulling them through the bars and twisting them
agonisingly. I was blubbing like a baby now, helpless to defend my naked
body against their assaults....

Seeing the guard attacking my tits just seemed to excite Karl even more, and
he buggered my defenceless rump even more furiously than before. I cried out
in pain and humiliation, but the guard just smiled at me. As I looked down I
could see his cock was stiffening in his uniform trousers... I knew that it
would not be long before the filthy thing would be shoved into my mouth or
my shithole - my degradation would not be over when Karl had finished with
me...

Karl, with one last furious shove, shot his load into me, waited a few
seconds, then pulled his weapon out roughly.... He whirled me round, pushed
me to my knees and stuck his stinking, shit-streaked cock into my mouth for
cleaning, holding my shaved head firmly between his two big hands. I did my
by now customary duty, licking his balls clean too. I had to admit he knew
how to master me, because I did not feel much urge to resist him - in fact,
I was horrified to see that my own cock was stiffening...

He saw it too, and just laughed... then he turned round, pulled my face into
the crack of his arse and let go a huge fart. The other prisoners and the
guard laughed as they saw that my semi-erection was not going down...

It was then that I realised what my true degradation was: this filthy
treatment of me by the prisoners and the guards actually made my cock hard,
in spite of myself. It was then that I realised that the punishment and
unspeakable degradation, which were to be my lot for at least the next
months, were provoking me to an erection! I was now a filthy, stinking
animal, just like them - and I could not hide my stiff cock from their eyes.
I was exposed, naked and handcuffed, and my cock revealed the truth of what
I had become: nothing more than a piece of shit, to be used, soiled, beaten
and humiliated in front of brutal, violent men. This fact horrified me as I
inhaled the stink from Karl's arsehole... and kissed it lovingly, pushing my
tongue into his filthy hole. He gave a satisfied grunt as he pulled my face
even more tightly into his crack so that my tongue could do its duty more
efficiently...

It was the end of my innocence (if you could call it that): now began my
journey into the depths of depravity. These two days of horror and filth had
turned me into what I now am - a low-down, stinking slave.