Slave School Chapter VIII - The New Whore -

**Slave School**

Chapter VIII

- The New Whore -

Where am I? I asked myself mentally as I removed a dirty and foul-smelling sheet from my head. I already knew the answer, but I held onto hope of not existing anymore, as I knew the fate I was about to face was worse than death...

After rubbing my eyes sore from the intense warm light, I could see that I was inside a cage, with enough height to stand up, but barely enough room for two people to enter. I was still curled up in the fetal position on the floor of that cell. There was no doubt I was in the punishment cell of the prison. Through the bars, I saw the area where punishments were administered, but I noticed there had been changes in my absence. Just below the shower, they had placed a bathtub, and behind it, a huge screen where scenes of meadows, oceans, nature... could be seen. And right above the screen, a picture of the Warden, even bigger than the screen itself...

I looked to my left and saw a completely naked boy, seated on the floor outside the cell, leaning against the bars. I recognized him immediately; he was the boy David had left unconscious by pressing his face against my cock, leaving him breathless for too long. He avoided my gaze...

- I'm sorry about the other day... It wasn't my intention... - I didn't know what to say, but I genuinely felt bad...

"Your apologies won't do you any good, whore. Now you're on the other side of the bars, and you don't have your wonderful guard to protect you..."

"I... I don't know what to say... I really am sorry." I repeated to the boy while trying to ignore the prisoner.

"Leave him alone Erick, it wasn't him... it was the sadistic faggot..." The boy replied, still avoiding eye contact with me.

Erick stood up, a solid and muscular guy, looking like a bodybuilder with several tattoos, towering over me by at least a head, and I'm six feet tall; he approached me and grabbed me by the neck from behind the bars, making my head hit the bars of my cage while choking me with his forearm the size of my thigh.

"Now you're on this side... you're going to learn how things work here..." Several prisoners began to approach to see what was happening, with a smile on their faces, enjoying thinking about what was coming...

7 prisoners surrounded my cell, the door was open, so one of them entered and grabbed me by the hair. I grabbed his hands trying to break free, but I couldn't. He started dragging me, and I, still dazed and useless, was unable to get up. He dragged me to the area where THEY were usually punished.

"Well, well... a god turned into a whore, what can we do with him?" said the prisoner who had dragged me there.

"No marks should be left... we'll have to be creative..." Erick said.

"No, no, that's only for us, he's not merchandise... this whore must have really messed up to be sent here." I couldn't see who was speaki...