7 Mister Jolly

I woke up back in my cell. My stupid, pathetic girl body was aching all over, although my pussy, ass and throat had the worst of it. Not really surprising.

Groaning, I rolled off the bed and dragged myself over the water dispenser, where I spent a good minute rehydrating. That done, I used the toilet, painfully, and then collapsed back onto my bed.

I was naked of course. The small amount of fabric that I'd had before had been torn off. Well, that was hardly the greatest of my problems.

"You cunts!" I screamed, in a rare example of losing my shit. "Fuck!"

I had no idea who these 'Karma' bitches were, but I would draw on all my thousands of years of experience, my thousands of years of torture, to pay them back. No one fucked with me like this. I was ruler of...

"Hello?"

My thoughts of vengeance were interrupted.

"Hello?"

It was coming through a vent in the wall.

"Who are you?" I said, to the air in general. I had to assume they were monitoring our cells.

"You're the new girl right?"

"Fuck you," I said. Go on the offensive is my strategy.

"Sorry! I m... I mean we saw you out there."

"Hope you enjoyed the show," I said, wincing as I rolled over. This pathetic girl body hurt, like being gang raped was something special.

"Y... you saw me, the other day."

I blinked. "You the lad with no balls?" I asked, full of subtlety, that's me.

"They did that so you would see."

"What the fuck do I care?" I asked, feeling my abused hole. It was sore and itchy. Come to think of it, my mouth felt like a donkey had come in it too. Donkey's aren't the best in my experience. If you're going to do an animal like that, may as well go for a proper horse. Anyway.

"What's your name?" asked my new friend.

"Bob," I replied, summoning up the first name that came to mind, for some reason.

"Hey Bob, I'm Art. What are you in for?"

"I'm in because some twat has some tech that got through my defences. Heads are going to roll, let me tell you, when I get back home." I clenched my teeth. Fuckers. Allowing their ruler to be snatched.

"No one ever escapes," said the voice. Mister Jolly he was turning out to be.

"No one that you know of," I replied. "Basic tactic for keeping you oppressed. Tell you what they want you to believe. What's your story anyway?" My throat was hurting. Let him do the speaking. I needed insight anyway.

"I'm not sure. There are no clocks or windows here, and they don't keep a regular schedule, nothing to count, so to speak. That said, it feels like a few years. It could be more, or less. They come in and torture, rape and sometimes kill me."

"Kill you?"

"Yeah. For real. Then I wake up again, sometimes in a new body, mostly in the same one."

Fuck me, these guys had some tech. I itched to get my hands on it.

"Who are these Karma fuckers anyway?" I asked. He'd fallen silent, probably moping about his balls.

"They say they're the balancers of the universe. They take bad people and make them pay, is what they say. So the guards tell us anyway."

"Bad people? Who are they to judge that?"

"I don't know. But they have the power, so I guess they use it."

"What did you do?" I asked, mildly curious.

"My planet had two dominant species on it. We were running out of room, so I invented a virus that killed the other one. I saved my species!"

I mulled this over. Obviously he had come from a race that hadn't even figured out a way to bypass the light speed barrier. Not very impressive.

"So you killed a few people and they drag you in here?"

"I killed two billion sentient beings!" he exclaimed. "Two billion! Can you imagine that?"

"Two billion's not that many," I said. If I've not wiped out a planet before breakfast my day's not really begun, is my opinion.

"Y... you..." He seemed to be breaking down. Amateur.

"So you were a scientist yes?" I asked.

"Y... yes." I thought I heard him sob.

Well, that explained it then. Scientists were always inventing things that could kill people more efficiently, and then moaning when someone uses it to do just that.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "Look to the future. The universe is a big place, there's plenty more species out there."

"I'll never get out of here. This is hell!" he replied. "I can't take it any more!"

There was a noise and then a dull thud, followed by a thump. I recognised the sound. Mister Jolly had run against the wall, head first.

Shaking my head, I tried to get back to sleep, but was interrupted by the sound of guards walking towards my cell. Despite my bravado I tensed. The door that opened wasn't mine though, it was next doors.

"Fuck, watch it," someone said. "I just stepped in his brain."

"Stop messing about, get him up," said another voice.

There were a few moments of grunting, with knocking noises, and then footsteps receding.

I sighed and went to sleep.

When I woke up, there was crying in the next cell again.

"Hello?" I asked.

"It's no good," came a familiar voice. "Even death is no escape!"

There went the backup plan then.