Brutal Punishment.

*** Warning – Extreme content ***

"Not laughing now are you bitch?"

I wasn't indeed. This was a bit rough, even for me. Well, for me being on the receiving end at least.

I moaned, as some other cock was rammed into my abused ass. The one that was currently jammed down my throat twitched as whoever it was came inside me, making me cough and throw up, again, as he withdrew.

I couldn't see who because I'd been thoroughly beaten. Both eyes were swollen shut, although my whole head was a mass of pain, so at least it was spread out.

It was my own fault really, but you can't lay down for these fuckers I say. Well, okay, I was laying down a the moment, as I was brutally gang raped in every hole by what felt like the entire staff.

As I'd promised myself, as soon as Officer Horny had stuck his dick in my mouth, I'd bitten the fucker off. Not only that, I'd chewed it up and spat it out as he'd screamed and hopped around.

Of course, after that he'd summoned re-enforcements, and I'd spent a very painful half hour or so being brutally kicked and fucked before they'd dragged me off and, as expected (no imagination some people) forced my mouth open and yanked my teeth out one by one.

It had been painful, and yes, I'd screamed like the bitch I currently was. I like to think my cries were heard around the whole place, along with my profanities. Oh, how I'd cursed them, in between tooth extractions. I wasn't going to let the fuckers think I was beaten.

Then I'd been dragged, kicked and raped up the ass, which hurt more than I expected. Not that I'm against pain you understand. Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same credit-chip. If you've been around a while you learn to enjoy both, but there's a limit even for a twisted fuck like me.

They'd kicked and beaten me a bit more, I think several ribs and one leg had been broken at that point, before dragging me somewhere else, it might have been the main block I'd first gone through, because I heard a lot of shouts, both of encouragement and otherwise, from the inmates there as they were treated to a show of poor old me servicing the late shift.

It all became a blur. I didn't lose consciousness, which I didn't think about at the time, obviously having other things going on, but later I found out that it was because the body had been modified in certain ways. More on that later.

After an endless round of pain, I found myself on the floor of my cell. Beaten to fuck, fucked to fuck, covered in blood, cum, vomit, piss and shit. I made a weak attempt to climb onto my bed, which I didn't make, before finally succumbing unto unconsciousness.

~

It was a surprise then, when I woke up feeling only a medium amount of pain.

Blinking, I raised a hand, and realised I could see, although my vision swam. My eyes darted about revealing myself to be in some kind of surgery. A clicking next to me made me look left, which made me see stars.

"Good day patient," the silver box-like thing said. "You are in the medical wing. You have fallen down some stairs and have been injured. The worst of these injuries have been mended, although it will take some time for your teeth to grow back. You may experience some pain as they do."

It clicked and whirred for a second more before stabbing me with a needle the size of an arm.

"Treatment complete. You may return to your cell." It spun about and floated away.

"You look like shit."

I, slowly, turned my head again, to see Mister Jolly standing in the doorway.

"Uhh?" That was the limit of my conversational abilities at that point. Half because I was still befuddled, and half because of the missing teeth.

"Come on," he said, padding over. "I've been sent to help you back."

Jolly helped me stand, not without a quick grope here and there I might add, but I was in no condition to stop him.

He held me up and helped me limp along several passages until we emerged back into the by-now-familiar hall. I staggered along, enduring his roving hands whilst making a mental note to kick him in the... well, somewhere, when I was recovered.

"W... why?" I managed to say, drooling all the while.

"Why what? Why did they fix you up? Come on, you should know by now, they can't abuse you again if you're dead."

I reached my cell, somewhere I had never thought I'd be happy to see, and Jolly helped me climb onto my bed. I think he stuck his finger up me, but I didn't care at that point, because I blacked out again, falling into a deep deep slumber.

Still, worth it.