Chapter 10: Crime and Punishment

"Please op the gate, open the gate! Open the fucking gate!" As Michael screamed and yelled like a madman, the people at the other side of the gate were alarmed and some of them backed up as if they were watching a dangerous wild animal trying to escape at the zoo. One of the nurses tried to calm him down and shouted; "Mister? Hey mister! Stop this at once! I will get help for you but please calm down!"

"No! No! You donĄŻt understand! They are after me, if they catch me I am gonna be dead! Please.open the gate for me so I can get out of here.please!"

"I am sorry, but I canĄŻt do that, now just calm down and I will get someone to take care of you. You are obviously lost. Now let me call someone."

"No! No! You mustnĄŻt! Please donĄŻt tell them where I am! They are already looking for me, donĄŻt let them get to me please!" A Doctor, who was standing beside the nurse grabbed her on the shoulder and pulled her back. He hissed; "Stop talking to this madman! Get on the phone and call the guards at the secluded ward, they will know what to do with him." The nurse hesitated, she stared at Michael who stood trembling against the gate, he looked so desperate and tears of frustration started to run down his cheeks. "No.Please donĄŻt let them get to me.Please" He mumbled and stared back at her. "I beg you, please."

As he looked at the faces of the people who were staring at him, he realized they wouldnĄŻt help him. They no longer consider him as a fellow human being, they looked at him with a mixture of disgust and pity. He was a pathetic rambling lunatic in their eyes, someone who was potentially dangerous and who should be locked away in a dark deep hole so that they could forget about him. Even the nurse that had tried to speak to him was obviously afraid of him. This was no use, he should just give up.it was over.

He shakily took a deep breath as he sat himself down on the floor. He heard the doctor who had been talking to the nurse now shouting to her that she should get on the phone and call the security guards. There were voices of people at the other side of the gate whispering to each other, he heard a concerned young womanĄŻs voice say that her brother was like this before they had to put him away. A man said that this was an utter disgrace for the institute, patients like that should be chained and locked up somewhere, they shouldnĄŻt be allowed to walk around freely in the minimal security ward.

Michael closed his eyes and tried not to listen to the hostile voices, he sat trembling against the gate and hoped that it would be over soon.

As Dane reached the ground floor of the institute, he heard a colleague of him yell that the escaped inmate was at the east wing at the gate that was separating the institute with the clinic, he rushed over there and found Michael sitting on the floor, trembling and scared like a wounded animal, he leaned against the thin wires that were keeping him away from his freedom. Dane approached him carefully, as he remembered the damage he had done to his back. He grabbed in a quick movement MichaelĄŻs arms and pushed him to the floor, as he fixed his arms with his hands and pushed his knee in his spine, Dane worried that he might resist and that he wouldnĄŻt be able to keep him controlled before help arrived, but all fight seemed to have gone out of Michael and he docilely let Dane sit on top without any resistance. He only moaned softly as Dane pushed his other knee on his left leg to get a better grip on him.

"Sorry pale, donĄŻt want you to get excited on me before the cavalry arrives."

Michael cleared his throat and swallowed his tears as he tried to speak though it was hard since Dane had pushed his face down to the floor. "I am sorry, I didnĄŻt mean to hurt any body, I just wanted to get out of here." His voice was trembling and it sounded weak and helpless.

"I know pale. I know." Dane hesitated for a moment and then said; "and I am sorry for you didnĄŻt made it."

As finally two orderlies arrived and took it over from Dane, Michael was jerked up on his feet by his straitjacket and he was roughly dragged back to the7th floor. There, Jake and Fly were waiting for him. As Michael was guided towards them, he saw that Fly had a bandage covering his nose. Fly yelled as soon he saw them; "You shitty little mother fucker! you broke my nose! YouĄŻre dead man, youĄŻre dead!" Jake stood beside him silently, his dark eyes were staring maliciously at Michael and he looked even more threatening than before. The orderlies dropped Michael on the floor just in front of JakeĄŻs feet.

"We got him Jake, he has managed to slip into the minimal security ward at the ground floor. Dane nailed him at the gate to the clinic. He seemed to be calm now. Look."

The orderly who had spoken slapped Michael at the back of his head. Michael writhed but kept himself lying still on the floor. Then the orderly kicked him with his boots in his ass. Michael moaned softly but stayed down.

"He is just as docile as a cow. Frankly, I donĄŻt understand how you ever had let him get to you. Must be in a moment of total weakness."

The two white orderlies laughed amused at the joke but stopped immediately as they saw JakeĄŻs face. The big black man stared at them furiously and his nostrils flared with anger.

"The motherfucker took me by surprise, but I can guarantee you that he will have to pay for his disrespect for me. And as for you two."

He looked the orderlies one by one strait into their faces and squeezed his gigantic hands into fists. "If you two shit ass white boys donĄŻt get out of my way quickly, you will also be getting a taste of his medicine!"

The orderlies turned pale and one of them stumbled; "Jesus, sorry Jake, it was just a joke, donĄŻt take things too seriously."

They turned and walked away hastily, leaving poor Michael at the mercy of his two tormentors.

Jake pulled Michael up by his hair and spat in his face. "YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER! WHERE DID YOU FIND THE GUTS TO KICK ME!" He draw back his fist and hit Michael in his left eye, the pain was immense. Then a second blow, and a third. Colors appeared and danced in front of his eyes, he felt like a lifeless string puppet that was flung from one side to another by a pair of rough inexperienced hands. A forth blow cracked his nose and a fifth one splintered his nose bridge. Jake kept mashing up his face till he was out of breath. He dragged him then by his hair back up on his feet. Michael was standing quivering in front of him. His nose severely bleeding and swollen, his left eye was beaten shut and he felt dizzy. Jake was amused with the sight of the damage he had done to him. He smiled maliciously. "Get him into the bathing facility, I know what we can do with him to make sure that he wonĄŻt have the guts to run away again."

Fly pulled a rubber club from his belt and hit Michael hard with it in his spine, causing him to arch his back in agony. "You heard what Jake said you little shit, start walking!" He pushed him down the corridor. Fly bashed his club against the hollow of his knee, forcing him to go through his knees in pain. "DonĄŻt keep Jake waiting white boy! Hurry up!" He kicked him in his back. "Keep on walking you pathetic little white dick!" As Michael crawled, stumbled and was dragged to the bathing facility by Fly, who was administrating blow after blow with his club on MichaelĄŻs back, his buttocks, his knees and the back of his neck, Jake was walking triumphantly in front of them. His dick was getting hard at the sight of his victimĄŻs suffering and he was even getting more aroused at the thought of what he had planned for him. Michael was chained up naked to the wrist cuffs coming from the ceiling and his ankles were fixed with steel cuffs that were bolted to the floor. Fly made him wear a steel collar to which a long chain was attached. He pulled Michael by his hair and cleared his throat; "Open your mouth white boy." Michael didnĄŻt obey, he gazed Fly in his eyes and grinned dementedly; "I donĄŻt take orders from monkeys who are dancing to their masterĄŻs lashes." FlyĄŻs eyes pulled white with anger, his voice trembled as he replied; "Why you little white ass dick! Think youĄŻre smart hey?! You mother fucking bitch!" Fly jerked on MichaelĄŻs collar chain, making his whole body swing forward, he then draw his fist and hit Michael in his right cheek. The impact of the blow swung his body backwards, but Fly jerked on the chain, causing his body to fling towards him again. "I will teach you to mess with me!" he hit Michael on his chin, his left cheek, his broken nose. Then he pulled out his rubber club and stroke him with it flat on his stomach. Michael cried out in agony, the pain of the blow paralyzed his body.

"Now open your fucking mouth!" Michael still disobeyed him, Fly was losing his patience and grabbed his cheeks roughly between his thumb and fingers, he squeezed them together, forcing MichaelĄŻs mouth to open. "Got you now white boy." Fly grinned triumphantly, he cleared his throat and nose and was cumulating slime inside his mouth. "YouĄŻre gonna swallow this like the rest that weĄŻre going to offer to you." He spat a green dollop of phlegm into his mouth. Michael coughed disgusted while Fly released his cheeks. Jake was standing at the back of the room and watched him with great amusement. "Tasty, isnĄŻt it?" He said. "Thank Fly for it white boy!" Michael tried to spit out the phlegm and pulled on his restrains, he yelled out in his broken voice. " You sick bastard, Fuck you Jake! And fuck your monkey too!" Fly reacted immediately on this and stroke out with his club, hitting Michael hard in his testicles, Michael moaned loudly before the second blow hit him on his left collar bone. A sharp pain went through him as a rusty razor went through paper. Another blow was administrated on the same area. Michael cried out a primitive howl and arched his back in pure agony. He thought that Fly had snapped his collar bone like a dry piece of firewood. Fly walked around him like a hyena who was stalking his injured prey, his face was shining with the rush of revenge. " You know white boy." And he caressed lovingly his rubber club that he held in front of him like a priced piece of antique. "These clubs are very special, the government wouldnĄŻt allow us to use steel rods to handle the inmates, they prefer to give us useless dummy sticks that barely bruises them. Luckily, Dr Stanfield knows with what kind of scum weĄŻre dealing with here and had these babies made for us." Fly stroke out with his club and hit him again on his collar bones, this time the pain was almost unbearable and Michael wriggled spasmodically in his restrains as if he tried to escape the burning sensation in damaged body. Fly laughed sadistically. "Look white boy, look what you are dealing with." Fly peeled off a thin layer of black rubber that had been covering the club, underneath was the glistering of metal. "Massive steel, good for breaking bones of scum like you." Michael moaned in despair as he saw Fly draw back his club for the administration of another blow. He hit him on the knees this time, smashing his knee caps and bruising his legs. He bashed his legs brutally over and over again, amplifying his pain and suffering till Michael cried and begged shamelessly like an animal. His vision became blurry and tears that streamed down his face dripped on his quivering naked body. He instinctively tried to avoid the blows by twisting his body in his restrains, he tried to protect his knees by folding one leg over the other but his efforts only angered and encouraged Fly to hit him even harder. His knees were turned into a bloody swollen purple mess. " You forgot to thank me you little white ass dick! What do we say if somebody tries to teach you a good lesson?! Hey?! What do we say?! Speak up you mother fucker!"

" Thank you.Thank you Fly." Michael voice was trembling and weak, Fly had broken him.

" Thank you MISTER Fly!" And he stroke out with his club, bashing MichaelĄŻs ribs. "Thank you for spitting in my mouth and teaching me a good lesson, Now say it you mother fucker!"

"Thank you mister Fly. Thank you.Thank you for spitting and teaching me." MichaelĄŻs mind was getting clouded by the physical abuse he was suffering, he started to stutter and didnĄŻt know what he was saying anymore. He just wanted the pain to stop, it was unbearable.

Fly jerked on his collar and pushed the club under his chin, forcing him to stretch his neck towards the ceiling. "You got it all wrong you imbecile, are you trying to fuck with me again?!" Fly grabbed MichaelĄŻs injured knee and squeezed the mass of splintered bone, blood and flesh together, Michael cried out insanely, his mind was all empty except for the hot burning presence of this unbearable pain, he started to yell out the words that were forced upon him by his tormentors incoherently; " Thank you mister.Thank you Fly.Please stop this!.Thank you for spitting.spitting and teaching me.Please! Stop hurting me!.Please!.Mister Fly.Please! Arghhhhhh!" Fly intensified his grip, squeezing the fractured pieces of bone to cut through his tormented flesh, bone splinters started to stick out like needles in a cloth, blood oozed between FlyĄŻs fingers and dripped on the floor. "YouĄŻre are a rambling mother fucking imbecile, arenĄŻt you? Listen what to what youĄŻre yelling! ItĄŻs total crap, you fool!" Michael went totally mad for an instant, the pain in his destroyed knee exploded in his body like a neutron bomb and had transformed him into a wriggling, screaming worm. He would do and say anything, anything in order to cast this hellish pain out of his body. " yes I am crazy, I am mad.Argghhhhhhh! Please stop!.Please!" Jake was watching this while sitting on a chair in the dark corner of the room, he had his paints unzipped and his right hand disappeared in his trousers. He was jerking himself off. "DonĄŻt stop till the idiot had spoken the words out right!" He yelled while closing his eyes in pure pleasure as he heard Michael scream in agony at the abuse of his body. "Hit him! Hit him hard!"

"You heard him white boy, and this monkey has to obey his orders." He said sarcastically and kneaded his formless knee in his hand as if it was dough. While Michael cried out in pain, he walked behind him and parted MichaelĄŻs ass cheeks with his club, pushing the big fat end of it against his anus. "You better come up with the right sentence now silly white boy, or this monkey will make your ass so wide that it can fit a whole boot inside!" Michael started rambling out the words that he seemed to be totally unable to put into the right order. His voice trembled uncontrollably and had to swallow his tears; "No Please donĄŻt! Thanks. Thank you mister Fly.Thank you for.Thank you for.I canĄŻt remember anymore.Please I beg you.DonĄŻt push that thing inside me.Please I canĄŻt remember.Spitting. Please thank you for spitting on me.Please donĄŻt do this to me!" Fly grabbed him by his collar and thrust the club inside his anus with all his might, Michael screamed like an animal, he could feel the flesh around his sphincter tear up by the force the device was rammed inside him. "Argghhhhhh! Stop! Please I beg you stop." Michael was crying shamelessly in front of them, he had no pride left in his broken body. "The words.Thank you.Thank you mister Fly for spitting.spitting in my mouth and.and."

"And what you shit head? And what?" Fly tightened his grip on MichaelĄŻs collar and forced the club even deeper inside him, Michael moaned loudly and panted heavily through his mouth. The words, he had to remember the last part of the sentence before the thing ripped him apart. "And." He gasped for air. " And."

"What white boy!? Do you want me to shove this into your appendix? AND WHAT?!"

"And .And." Fly rammed his club more than an inch further into him, tearing up his flesh and bulging his rectum. Michael cried out once more, he was so tortured by now that the only wicked and merciless thing seemed to him not his tormentor but the fact that he wasnĄŻt able to remember the last bit of the sentence that could liberate him from his suffering. "Please stop!" he begged and cried; "I canĄŻt take this no longer Argghhhhh!.I remember the last part now.ItĄŻs.ItĄŻs.Thank you mister Fly for spitting in my mouth and teaching me this lesson.Thank you."

Fly pulled his collar and yelled in his ears; "Thank me for making your ass nice and wide! Thank me for sticking the club into your ass! Thank me for it! Say it you shit head!"

Thank you.Thank you mister Fly for making my ass wider and sticking the club down my ass.Thank you for that.Please stop now.Please! I canĄŻt take no more of this Please! I beg you!" Fly let lose his collar and pulled out the club slowly. It was covered with filth and blood. "Look what you have done white trash dick, you messed up my club with your shit!" Fly pulled a face as if he was offended deeply by this.

"I.I am sorry mister Fly.I couldnĄŻt help it." Stuttered Michael weakly.

"How am I suppose to use this if your shit is still dangling on one end of it! You dirty little shit bag!"

Michael was losing his nerves, he trembled like a leave and every insult of Fly drove him to the brim of tears. "I am sorry mister Fly! I am sorry! DonĄŻt hurt me for this please! DonĄŻt hurt me!ĄŻ he sobbed.

"You wanna make it up to me?" Fly asked and grinned a faked benignant smile.

"Yes.I will make it up to you.if you just stop hurting me.Please.let me make it up to you mister Fly.Please."

Fly hold the soiled rubber club in front of MichaelĄŻs mouth and pushed it against his lips. "Then open your mouth and lick it clean!"

As Michael hesitated, Fly grabbed his tormented knee again and knead it slowly. Michael moaned and yelled that he would obey him, he would lick it clean if it pleased him. He would lick his own excrements and coagulated blood from the torture device that he had use to torment him with, he would do anything he asked! Fly loosened his grip on his knee. "Good boy, now swallow it." He pushed the soiled rubber club inside him when Michael opened his mouth meekly. It tasted faul. "Eat it, as if you were having something tasty. Say that you like to eat your own shit, say it!"

"I.I like to eat my own shit." croaked Michael as he eagerly licked up the filth that was still clinging on the surface of the rubber club. Fly pushed it in side his mouth and pulled it out again occasionally, as if he was lovingly feeding his girlfriend a scope of ice-cream. "Thank me for it, thank me feeding you your own shit! Say it!"

"Thank you mister Fly.Thank you for feeding me my own shit." Michael didnĄŻt stop licking the club, he didnĄŻt think anymore about how degrading it was and how pathetic he looked, he didnĄŻt care that he heard Jake moaning of pleasure and jerking himself off at the sight of him. If this was the only way to stop the pain, he would obey them.

"Good boy! Now." Fly fumbled in his pockets and fished out a set of keys. "let me release you from your wrists cuffs." Fly unlocked him from his restrains and Michael collapsed to the floor as a sack of potatoes. "Now kneel before me white boy. Hurry up." He draw back his club as if he wanted to hit him, Michael writhed and immediately started to beg him not to hurt him, he crawled into position and kneeled in front of Fly. He was facing FlyĄŻs crotch now and could smell the faul stench of his wet trousers. "Now.be a good white boy." He loosened his belt and unzipped his pants. "And show Daddy what you have learned." Fly pulled out his erect hard dick and rubbed it against MichaelĄŻs lips, Michael stared at the big steaming lid meekly, as if he was looking at a alien spaceship. A flickering of his old self returned, he pulled himself away from the huge black cock and wanted to scream, but Fly grabbed his hair and pulled him back into position, as Michael clinched his lips together in order to avoid Fly to penetrate his mouth, Fly pulled out his club and bashed his temple.

An explosion of pain, he could feel his hearts echo in his head, another blow, the remnant of resistance which was left inside of him vanished like fragile summer birds in the winter. He bend over and tried to protect his head with his hands, blood was oozing out of a wound hidden somewhere on his skull. The next blow hit his hands, smashing them like paper thee cups. Michael howled and rolled around the floor. He cried and begged Fly to stop, he was sorry that he resisted him, he was sorry.

"Told you to be a good boy. DonĄŻt make Daddy mad again!" Fly was out of breath, he put his club back into the holster of his belt and pulled Michael hair. "Now get on your knees and do as I say!" Michael crawled back into position, as Fly pulled out his huge black dick again and rubbed it against his lips, he didnĄŻt hesitated anymore, he opened his mouth meekly and let Fly push his lid deep inside his throat.