Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 15:59:00 +0000
From: Mark Bronson <beastmaster42@hotmail.com>
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 11

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 ELEVEN

I soon found out: the guards pushed me towards a table in the middle of the
room, bent me over it and held me down. I heard the commandant opening his
trousers, then felt his stiff cock being pushed into my hole. He fucked me
fast and brutally, gagged and handcuffed as I was: and when he finished with
one last, violent shove and a grunt of satisfaction, filling my hole with
his spunk, he pulled his cock out, wiped it on my branded buttocks and
ordered the guards to stand me up. I looked straight ahead in the customary
fashion: "You now just pig - you shit and piss when we tell you, you get
fuck in ass when we want, and you suck and lick when we want. You obey all
commands, at all times, you be OK - if not, it will be very bad for you..."
he said quietly. I was much more afraid of this man than my inspector (whom
I had not seen for a couple of days now), he seemed a real psychopath: in
fact, I had noticed a couple of prisoners without testicles, and it was
clear that he had cut them off for some misdemeanour or other. I decided it
was time to show my compliance, in case he thought I was going to be
rebellious: I knelt down in front of him and, walking on my knees, went
round behind him and pushed my face into his uniformed arse. The guards
sniggered, but he seemed well pleased with me, pulling his trousers down and
then pulling my head forcefully into his sweaty crack. Being still gagged, I
could not lick him to show my complete subservience, but I prodded at his
stinking hole with my nose, smelling his shitty, sweaty crack. He held my
head tight as he let go a couple of farts, which I naturally made no attempt
to pull away from - on the contrary, I sniffed them deeply, to let him hear
my appreciation...

Again the guards sniggered... The commandant turned round, looked down at me
and smiled - his cock was still out, and it stank of my shithole. He pulled
me to my feet by the rings through my nipples. I yelped with pain, but the
gag did its job and nothing but a muffled groan escaped my lips. I felt his
spunk leaking out of my hole and beginning to run down the inside of my
thighs...

"Today inspector will come, so we must prepare you..." - what this meant I
did not know, but it caused the guards to snigger again. I was afraid...

The room I was in was lit only by a single lightbulb in the middle of the
ceiling. I could not see what was beyond the pool of light cast by the bulb
in the middle of the floor - but two of the guards went towards one of the
dark corners and dragged out a large wooden frame in the shape of a T.
Half-knowing what it was for, I knew this was for further punishment of some
kind, which I felt was unfair, since I had taken great care to show proper
submissiveness to the commandant (my face still stank of his arse). But my
wishes and desires were of no importance now, since life prisoners had no
rights whatsoever, and I was doomed to suffer for the rest of my life...

They dragged me over to the T-frame, unlocked the handcuffs and spread my
arms along the horizontal beam. However, it was somewhat higher than my
shoulders, so the commandant picked me up by the waist, his uniform chafing
my abused nipples and cock, while the guards strapped my arms firmly at
several points to the beam. This left me suspended with my feet off the
ground, causing considerable pain to my arms and shoulders when the
commandant let go of my body. I groaned through my gag as he stood back to
observe their handiwork. At a signal from the commandant, one of the guards
went behind me and pulled my legs apart, securing my ankles firmly with rope
to the vertical beam of this T-frame. This at least relieved some of the
pressure on my arms. I hung naked, shaven and beaten, with my cock and balls
hanging down and fully exposed. I had seen that there were several holes
through the vertical beam at various intervals near the region of my ass,
about 5 centimetres in diameter... now I found out what they were for...

Out of a box lying on the table, the commandant fished out a wooden bar,
rounded at one end and measuring about 30 centimetres in length. He went
behind me and pushed it through the hole in the vertical beam that was
nearest my asshole. I flinched as it came through the hole and touched my
shithole. I was unable to avoid it as he pushed it further and further till
it penetrated my spunk-filled hole, stretching it wider and wider as it
inexorably entered me, filling and stretching my hole beyond endurance. I
groaned through my gag, but with my arms and legs secured to the T-frame, I
could only accept the invasion of my most intimate opening. At a certain
point, the "plug" met resistance from the hole in the frame, but a good bang
with a hammer finally secured it in place. Of course, there was no lubricant
of any kind, but the commandant's sperm did the job just as well - and,
though I tried to push my hips forward to avoid the insistent wooden plug,
eventually I got tired and had to slide backwards on the thing till it was
fully inside me....

The three men stood in front of me, surveying my crucified body, toying with
the rings in my nipples and cock. But worse was to follow...

The commandant again went to the table and, from the same box, took out a
handful of nails, 20 cm in length and sharpened to a fine pin-point... He
came towards me menacingly, making sure I could see them. I could only guess
what he would do with them, but that made me panic and I began to scream and
beg through my gag... which just made him and the guards laugh.

Taking the heavy hammer in one hand and one of the long sharpened nails in
the other he signalled to one of the guards, who, obviously having done this
many times before, held my hand open and flat to the horizontal beam to
which my arm was securely strapped. The commandant calmly placed the nail in
the middle of my hand and then banged it right through into the wood. My
screams and groans through the gag were music to his ears as he did the same
thing to my other hand. Then he looked down at my helpless cock and balls,
then looked up again at my tear-drenched face: he grinned wickedly as he
calmly positioned my right testicle close to the vertical beam... Then he
positioned the very thin, sharp nail carefully in the middle of my ball and,
with a vicious bang, drove the thin, sharpened nail right through my
testicle into the wooden beam. Of course I screamed, the pain being
unimaginable, but that did not stop the guard positioning my other testicle
as far from the first one as possible, ready for the commandant to perform
the same operation again... and again I screamed through my gag as he banged
the sharpened nail through my helpless ball into the beam. Again I screamed,
cried and begged through my gag, but he ignored me completely, calmly
pinching the flesh of my belly, about half-way between my navel and cock,
and pushed another pin through it horizontally. I struggled of course, but
one of the guards just took a large leather strap and secured it around my
waist, tightly binding it to the vertical beam...

Now that my body was still once more, he calmly pushed the other pins
through my pectoral muscles, thigh muscles and arm muscles. I was nearly
passing out with the pain, but was quickly revived when a bucket of cold
water was thrown over me.

There were now two pins left...

Slowly, the commandant took my cock in his hands and firmly pushed them
through the middle of it, so that they were at right angles to each other.
Blood dripped from each of the piercings, as I saw when they brought a large
mirror and stood it in front of me so I could see what they had done to me.
I hung there, my arse plugged, my mouth gagged, hideously nailed to the
wooden frame, yet fascinated that I could take so much abuse, which in turn
gave rise to a strange feeling of pride in me. I wanted to be seen like
this, this was what I deserved, what I needed. I hoped my inspector would
come soon...

The three men went out, patting each other on the back in a congratulatory
way, leaving me in silence in front of the mirror, watching as my body
dripped with blood. My body was now entirely supported on its cross by my
bound arms and ankles, my nailed hands and the plug in my arse....

After what seemed hours, I heard footsteps and the voice of my inspector.
The door was unlocked and the commandant came in, followed by the inspector
- and the big blond man from the embassy - and they both stared in
fascination at me. Obviously this was what I had seen him handing over the
money for - to have me punished with exceptional cruelty, for his own
pleasure. It was clearly a conspiracy between the embassy man and the
inspector... The humiliation of my position, hanging naked and pierced,
nailed to the infamous wooden frame in front of this embassy official, was
worse than I had ever known. Gagged, I could do nothing but groan in agony
as his glittering blue eyes devoured the sight of my nakedness.

They came towards me, clearly delighted at the sight of my pierced and
blood-spattered body as it hung there helplessly. They ran their hands over
me, feeling and twisting the long pins that pierced me. From the bulge in
their trousers they were clearly excited... Then the inspector did something
that surprised me: he loosened the gag and took it off - then kissed me on
the mouth, filling it with his fat tongue. I yielded to him as he tugged and
twisted the rings through my nipples. At this moment I knew he loved me - it
was a savage, cruel love, but love it certainly was. My cock began to
harden, in spite of the pain caused by the nails that pierced it - and all
the other parts of my body. I was proud that my pain and degradation made
him excited, made him want me...

Then he stood back and, still looking at me, held out his hand to the
commandant, who placed another of the infamous sharpened nails in it. Into
his other hand the commandant placed the big, heavy hammer... What now? I
soon found out...

The inspector came towards me, kissed me once more, then stood back a little
and, in an oft-performed ritual, the commandant held my half-hard cock down
to the vertical beam while the inspector banged the pin through the head of
my cock into the wood. This time I screamed loudly, as the gag was no longer
in my mouth. But the inspector muffled my cries and screams with his own
mouth, kissing me passionately. He licked the tears from my eyes as I cried
like a baby, then got his cock out and jerked off, splattering his spunk
over my belly and pierced cock and balls.

As I blubbed uncontrollably, I found the words "thank you Sir" escaping my
lips, followed by "I love you... I love you" almost in a whisper. For this
he rewarded me with another passionate kiss, then he put his cock back in
his uniform, turned round and went out, followed by the commandant. I was
left alone with the embassy man, hanging in agony, with the inspector's
spunk drooling down my belly and cock, nailed to the wooden frame on which I
hung. I wished my inspector would take me away from all this, but clearly
this was how he wanted me - and, if it pleased him, then so be it...

The big blond man took out a cigarette and calmly lit it, looking my naked
body up and down.

He smiled: "So, this is what you've come to, eh? Don't think you expected it
to go this far, did you?" he asked in a calm voice.

"N-no Sir," I managed to answer, sobbing.

"You realise it's only a matter of time before they castrate you...." My
eyes widened in horror at this new revelation...

"N-no Sir, I... didn't think... OH PLEASE SIR, DON'T LET THEM DO THAT!" I
cried and begged, sobbing like a baby now. The only answer to my request I
got from him was that he took out his cock, now quite stiff, and started
wanking it slowly.

I hung there in agony, my cock and balls nailed to the frame to which I was
bound. Other parts of my flesh were pierced by the long, sharpened nails: my
tits, my arms and legs, my belly. Blood dripped slowly from my wounds, as I
could see from my reflection in the mirror in front of me...

After a time, I heard the guards approaching again: the door opened and they
came in, dragging the young lad who had been brutalised on the way to my new
prison. His eyes opened wide with shock as he saw me hanging on my cross in
agony. They pushed him to his knees in front of me, and I understood enough
of their language to know that they were telling him that this was the fate
that awaited him if he did not fully comply with their wishes (the fact that
I had offered no resistance of any kind was of no relevance: I still got
crucified anyway...). The lad started blubbering, telling them he would do
anything, begging them not to do this to him - I looked down at the naked,
shaven youth as they dragged him over to the table, laid him on it with his
head hanging slightly over one end of it, face up: one of the guards took
his pants down, straddled his head, trapping it firmly between his buttocks.
Another guard lifted up his legs, which the first guard straddling the boy's
face took him by the knees, exposing and opening the boy's hole, ready for
penetration. The second guard spat on his cock, jerking it to an erection.
As he pushed it into the boy's defenceless hole, the boy groaned into the
first guard's stinking, sweaty arse. The first guard jerked his cock,
ordering the boy to lick his hole deep... At first the boy was reluctant,
but a good smack in the balls soon did the trick, and the guard seemed
satisfied with the work of the youth's tongue.

After the second guard had shot his load into the boy's rectum, the first
one spurted his spunk all over the boy's smooth belly and chest with a
satisfied grunt. They released him, pulled up their uniform trousers and
ordered him to help them drag the wooden frame on which I was impaled (it
was on wheels) out into the corridor. As they pushed it along, my body
swayed slightly, tugging on the sharpened nails through my cock and balls,
causing unbearably sharp pains to shoot up into my brain. I groaned in
agony, but they ignored me. Finally, I was wheeled into a large room, which
was clearly the place where the prisoners ate their meals, as it was set out
with a number of tables and benches.

Half-conscious as I hung there, I heard a bell in the distance, calling the
prisoners to their midday meal. The food was served to them on tin plates,
and they sat down to eat it at the various tables. They looked at me from
time to time during their conversations, but since they paid no special
attention to me, it was clearly a fairly frequent event. I was dying for a
piss and a shit, but with my cock nailed down and my hole plugged, nothing
could escape my body. My mouth was parched, and I dared to ask one of the
guards for water. He smiled at me, got out his cock and pissed into a bowl,
which he then held to my lips, pulling down my lower jaw, and poured it in.
I was so thirsty I drank the salty, stinking yellow liquid down greedily. I
thanked him, and he rewarded my gratitude by belching in my face and tugging
on the nails through my tits.

The meal over, the sweaty, stinking prisoners got up and filed out, leaving
me alone with the guards once more. They stood around me, sniggering and
smoking cigarettes, until the commandant came in, walking briskly up to me.
He quickly and unceremoniously pulled the nails out of my flesh. I was too
far gone to scream, merely groaning with the pain as they were pulled out
one by one. Then he opened a bottle of alcohol and iodine and poured it over
my wounds: the pain was excruciating and I screamed like a stuck pig, even
in my semi-conscious state. But at least I knew they would not become
infected.

With the help of a couple of guards, the bonds that held my arms and legs
fast to the T-frame were released, and they took me down, pulling me off the
plug that was stuck up my arsehole and supporting my weight on their
shoulders, since I could not have stood on my own legs as I was so weak.
Waterproof plasters were placed over my wounds, a further guard against
infection - highly necessary, given my filthy condition and the filthy
activities I was forced to undertake.

I asked the guards timidly if I could go to the toilet, as I was now
desperate and could no longer hold my piss and shit in. The commandant
smiled wickedly as he ordered the guards to take me out - but instead of
taking me to the toilets, they took me to one of the prisoners' cells. There
I saw the young lad again, bound hand and foot and lying on the floor. The
guards stood me over him and pushed me down into a crouching position over
his face. Unable to contain myself any longer, I had no choice but to dump
my load of hot, stinking shit on his face, pissing on his chest and belly.
The youth tried to wriggle away, but his head was held firmly trapped
between the boots of one of the guards. I saw his stomach heaving as he
retched, but I could not help myself as the huge load of shit erupted from
my bowels and litres of piss poured out of my painful cock... I felt
strangely embarrassed as I heard a couple of big farts escape from my hole
in between the turds, but I was beyond caring now - I had been reduced to
the position of an animal, and this would be my lot from now on, for the
rest of my life.

When my guts and bladder were finally emptied, they pulled me to my feet and
I looked down at the youth: the piss had flowed over his chest and belly on
to the floor around him, and lumps of shit rested on his face and neck,
which he shook off when the guard who had held his head between his boots
moved away. The guards and commandant sniggered, but left him there on the
floor with his hands tied behind his back and his legs bound together. They
dragged me out, locking the cell door behind them.

I was hustled along several corridors to the guards' toilets. They pushed me
to my knees between two urinals, locked a chain around my neck, padlocking
it to the pipe behind my head (after handcuffing me in the usual fashion,
with my hands behind my back). I was to be used as just another urinal, and
the guards did indeed come in from time to time to piss, using my
defenceless mouth instead of the stinking, piss-filled bowls on either side
of my head (they were blocked). It was not long before I needed to piss
myself, with so much of their piss being poured down my gullet, so I just
had to let go on the floor (which was covered in their piss anyway).

Eventually, the commandant came in, unlocked the chain around my neck that
held me fast to the pipe, and I thought I was to be released: but no, he
simply laid me on the floor in the pools of stinking piss, pulled down his
uniform trousers, squatted down over my face, kneeling on either side of my
shoulders, spread his fat arse over it, pulled down my jaw and dumped a load
of his hot shit right into my mouth, preceded by the usual stinking farts. I
knew what appalling punishments this psycho could inflict on prisoners, so I
chewed and swallowed every bit of the filth that came out of his guts.
Eventually, he got up, turned round, knelt down again and stuffed his
stinking cock into my mouth and let go a hot stream of piss, which I
dutifully drank down as fast as I could. I thought my "duties" were over for
now, but I was wrong...