Chapter 18 - Man Whores
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"How many? How many times should we whip the bitch? Yousef," said Major
Huntington taking a firm grip on the slender Arab man's balls and squeezing
them. The young man screamed and twisted. He was naked and hanging in chains
from the ceiling. His young wife of only a few weeks was hanging naked beside
him.
Whelps crisscrossed the man's back and buttocks. Only moments before the Major
had delivered thirty lashes with the thin whip that was now coiled and hanging
from his belt. The Major considered himself an expert with the lash, adept at
placing his whip on the most sensitive parts of the body. As the Major delivered
the thirtieth blow, Yousef had passed out. The Major had revived him by dumping
a bucket of cold water over his head.
I never could have imaging that my tour of duty in the Sudan would include
anything like this thought the Major passing his tongue over the man's ear as he
tortured his nuts. The Major took one of the man's nipples between his thumb and
forefinger and pressed down.
"Please, Mistress, make her scream so loud that Allah himself can hear,"
whispered Yousef through clinched teeth. In spite of the pain, his cock was
fully erect.
Major Huntington placed his lips against Yousef's and pushed his tongue
inside. Yousef responded passionately even though the Major's fist continued to
crush his testicles. The Major had been surprised at the willingness of
Khartoum's elite to endure savage tortures in the name of sexual pleasure.
Major Huntington was in the basement dungeon of the Palace of English Fantasy
that Mohammed Khan had given to Estelle and Eloise to house his brothel of
Western perversions. This was the Major's second session of the evening. Earlier
he and the Sergeant had performed the same fantasy with a father and daughter.
That had been a first for the Major. In his experience, husbands often took
pleasure watching their wife being tortured and raped but not their daughters.
The father was older in his fifties and the daughter in her teens. The father
told Major Huntington that his wife had recently died and the daughter had
agreed to substitute for her mother in the fantasy.
"She was a bloody fat one," was how Sergeant described her. She had squealed
when the Sergeant stuck his cock in her cunt and then screamed like a banshee
when he had rammed it in her ass.
"There is something I find erotic about whipping a corpulent woman," said the
Major when he and the Sergeant were relaxing as they waited for a young nobleman
and his even younger wife to arrive.
"It's the way the flesh bounces and they scream harder, said the Sergeant.
"Amalia was certainly second to no one in screaming. Estelle said they could
hear her upstairs and it got everyone turned on and ready to fuck.
"Funny, how her daddy brought her here. Never happen in a proper English
family. All right to bring a wife to a mate for a little of the bloody back and
a good rogering but not the chillins," said the Sergeant who was from a Scottish
Presbyterian background and disapproved of sex between parent and child.
A loud scream of 'stop' from Yasmina brought the Major's attention to the
present moment. The scream was a direct result of the Sergeant having captured
one of Yasmina's nipples in a metal tong and using it as leverage to swing her
back and forth.
"How many lashes before the Sergeant fucks her," repeated the Major pressing
his body against Yousef's while reaching back to place his hands on Yousef's
buttocks and pulling them apart? He pressed his leather-covered groin hard
against Yousef's. The Major slid a finger in Yousef's butt crack inserting the
first joint in his anus.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass while the Sergeants rapes Yasmina,"
whispered the Major to Yousef.
"Yes, Mistress, fuck me while the infidel rapes my Yasmina," responded Yousef.
"How many lashes should the Sergeant place on her beautiful skin?' asked the
Major.
"Twenty five, give her twenty five," cried the son of one of Khartoum's
wealthiest citizens. The mighty and powerful of Khartoum had been coming for the
last three months to avail themselves of the bizarre practices that the palace
offered.
"No, for the love of Allah, Yousef do not let them do this to your Yasmina,"
begged Yasmina. She had watched the Major whip Yousef and she was terrified of
the lash. The Sergeant had teased and stimulated her sex during Yousef's
whipping. The Lancer's large fingers had pushed into her vagina and anus as she
was forced to listen to her husband screams.
"Twenty five of your best, Sergeant Major Edison," said Major Huntington to
the tall mustachioed individual who was dressed impeccably in the uniform of the
Lancers. The sergeant without hesitation uncoiled his whip and delivered a lash
onto the exquisitely beautiful skin of the young girl. She shrieked and twisted
in agony.
"See how the cruel whip of the British sergeant marks her skin. Listen to her
scream of pain," whispered the Major in Yousef's ear as his hand stroked the
fully erect cock.
"Yes, I see," breathed the youth. "She is a slut and deserves to be whipped
and fucked by the English. She is nothing but dirt. Her people are all whores,
the entire tribe."
The Major had been surprised at the numbers of the local nobility that had
eagerly come to the dungeon to engage in what was called he called the British
Rape Fantasy. Estelle had informed him there was a waiting list. He and the
twins had worked out the elaborate fantasy. Seamstresses had produced an exact
copy of the Sergeant Major's parade uniform based on drawings prepared by the
Major and Sergeant. The white helmet had turned out to be the most difficult
item to manufacture.
The Major was no stranger to the world of bizarre sexual depravity being a
founding member of the Hell Fire Club. However, he had never considered that
there might be a willingness on the part of the noble Arab families of the Sudan
to participate in similar perversions.
The Major fondly recalled how each member of the club had on one occasion
placed a female family member in what was termed an Ottoman Seraglio. His first
cousin Elspeth had obliged the Major by participating. Elspeth's appetite for
bizarre sexual encounters was not in the least satisfied by her husband who was
more interested in parliament than Elspeth. Elspeth and the others were dressed
in the indecent costume of the Sultan's harem, flimsy pants that exposed their
navels and tiny little patches of sheer cloth over their breasts. The men were
dressed in the uniforms of the Janissary, the elite warriors that formed the
core of the Sultan's personal guard. The fantasy was based on a recent story in
the London Times about how a revolt of the Janissary in Istanbul had resulted in
the brutal rape of all the members of the Sultan's harem. The night of fantasy
had occurred at a remote country estate in Devonshire. The faux Janissary had
broken into the harem only to find women far too anxious to be raped. Elspeth
had pulled down her harem pants and spread the legs wide at the first sign of
the intruders. Still it had been a night of unequalled sexual enjoyment
especially when several of the women who had a penchant for pain suggested that
the whips come out and be applied liberally to their backside.
According to the twins Mohammed Khan as a young Oxford student had made some
friends at school who introduced him to a secret society of the most depraved
men in England. Among many other perversities, they kidnapped one of Dockside's
more attractive prostitutes each month. The poor girl was taken to a town home
in Charring Cross and subjected to the most brutal and painful tortures then
gang raped. Her naked and scarred body was delivered back to Dockside early next
morning. Sadly, the prostitute's beauty was a thing of the past. One of the
hallmarks of the group was the use of acid to etch each member's initials in her
face.
Mohammed Khan had developed a taste for the sado-masochistic. When he returned
to Khartoum to rule after his father's death, he was forced to temporarily
abandon his predilection for the sexually perverted until the twins arrived and
offered to establish what they called the Palace of English Fantasy.
Estelle and Eloise with the Major and the other Lancer's support had gone to
great lengths to create a place where Khartoum's nobility could engage in the
most perverted pleasures of the flesh in an English style. The upstairs of the
Palace had been redecorated in the fashion of an English manor house.
The twins had convinced Mohammed Khan that the feminized British soldiers
would be a vital component of an establishment that would achieve worldwide fame
as the most vile and perverted on earth. Knowing the propensity of his people
for all kinds of buggery and the large number of brothels in Khartoum where the
workers were either young boys or transvestites, Mohammed Khan had agreed to the
twins' plan. Although he had not yet visited the establishment the feedback he
had been receiving from his courtiers had been highly positive. Even more
complimentary had been the praises sung by those who visited the Palace's
dungeon.
The Major's hair had grown longer than shoulder length. Eloise used a heated
iron to curl it each evening. He was clad in a tight leather corset decorated
with metal studs. Bare shoulders, buttocks, and legs created a striking
impression. Except for his head, all the hair had been removed from his body.
Footwear consisted of a pair of heeled leather boots whose tops reached mid
thigh. The boot heels were five inches high and it took the Major several days
to learn to walk with anything approaching confidence and grace. His powerful
male buttocks were completely exposed. A narrow strip of leather separated his
butt cheeks. A metal studded leather codpiece that he could easily remove
covered his cock. Several different types of whips hung from his waist. His face
was heavily rouged. His eyebrows had been plucked and his lips painted. Red
lacquer covered his long fingernails.
Often one of Mohammed Khan's effete courtiers would look at the Major and get
what was referred to as a 'fear hardon'.
With the sounds of Yasmina's screams echoing off the dungeon walls, the Major
took Yousef in a torrid embrace and kissed him and teased his nipples while they
listened. At the twenty-fifth blow, the poor girl was reduced to a whimpering
piece of flesh barely conscious. The Sergeant reached into a nearby container
and grabbed a handful of coarse sea salt that he applied liberally to Yasmina's
back. The contact of the salt with the dozens of cuts opened by the whip sent
Yasmina into a fresh paroxysm of agony and a robust output of screams of pain.
The Major pushed a bench in front of Yousef and released the chains allowing
him to fall face forward across the bench. The Major had designed the rape bench
after ones they used at the Hellfire Club.
Sodomy time thought the Major as he reached down to unsnap the codpiece and
free his large cock. The Major walked around to face Yousef. Sergeant Major
Edison had done the same for Yasmina. Both Yousef and Yasmina were lying in the
same exposed position their rear poised for penetration and ready to be mounted
in a fashion that allowed the standing party to deliver a callous and brutal
fucking.
"Suck my British cock, follower of the Prophet," hissed the Major placing his
cock at Yousef's lips. Yousef opened his mouth and greedily took it in The Major
looked over to see that Yasmina's lips were wrapped around the Sergeant's cock.
"See how your wife loves the cock of the British," said the Major to taunt
Yousef. The Major was impressed with the energy and enthusiasm that Yasmina was
demonstrating. She was zealously applying her mouth to the Sergeant's manhood.
Perhaps she thought mistakenly that if she pleased the Sergeant he would go
easier on her.
Moments later and cocksucking completed, the Major separated Yousef's slim
buttocks, applied oil to his anus and slowly pushed into the rectum. Yousef
grunted his pleasure as he turned his head to the side to watch the Sergeant
mount his wife.
Sergeant Major Edison's cock was much larger than Yasmina's vagina was used to
and she groaned as the Sergeant took her. He did it according to plan, quickly
and brutally. His large hands left bruises on her hips as he slammed into her.
"Fuck the whore, fuck the whore,' repeated Yousef as the Major's large cock
forced its way into his rectum.
After a while, the Major withdrew. He moved to stand in front of Yasmina and
fed her his cock stained with her husband's shit.
"That's right," yelled Yousef. "Make the whore eat my shit. Make her lick my
shit off an English cock."
After Yasmina had done as instructed after being encouraged by the insertion
of two hooks in her nostrils, the Major returned to Yousef, applied more of a
special lubricant and began to slowly work his large hand into Yousef's asshole.
"Oh yes, that is wonderful,' said Yousef as the Major managed to get four
fingers inside Yousef's anal ring. The Major applied more of the lubricating oil
and slowly worked all four fingers and thumb inside.
A loud scream brought his attention to the Sergeant and Yasmina. The Sergeant
had anally penetrated the girl, something that had never before happened to her.
Sergeant Edison withdrew a bloody and feces-stained cock to show Yousef.
"Rip her ass open. Make her bleed," said Yousef who continued to moan as
slowly the Major worked more of his hand inside his butt. With more oil and a
final push, the Major found his hand inside Yousef's rectum. Yousef was making a
high-pitched humming sound in reaction to having his bowel stretched to
accommodate the Major's fist.
Yasmina was breathing in loud gasps as the powerful Lancer went about the task
of fucking her asshole mercilessly. She was muttering in Arabic between little
shrieks of pain each time the Sergeant sunk his cock to its greatest possible
depth.
The Major poured oil into the now gaped-open anus of Yousef then re-inserted
his entire hand, made a fist and slowly drove his arm forward into the lad's
guts. Leaving his arm in place the Major turned Yousef over on his back and took
his cock in his mouth. The Major sensing that the Sergeant was about to
ejaculate in Yasmina's bleeding asshole put his mouth to work on Yousef's cock.
The Major sucked with energy as he forced his fist inward until Yousef's anal
ring reached his elbow. The Sergeant sounded the unique noise that signaled he
was dumping his load inside Yasmina's rectum. At that sound, the Major redoubled
the movements of his arm and mouth and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of
semen that he greedily swallowed.
A few minutes later, the Major was helping the young nobleman into a caftan.
He had expressed the desire to join his mother and father who were upstairs
watching an almost naked Lt. Eversole dance.
"It was everything I heard and more," said Yousef complimenting the fantasy.
"The Sergeant and I are glad you're pleased, My Lord,' said the Major.
"What about Yasmina?" asked the Sergeant Major Yasmina was still lying over
the rape bench unable to move. She was making little whimpering sounds.
"Can I leave her here for your amusement?" said Yousef.
"Certainly, my lord, we will take good care of her," said the Major.
"Do what you will. I plan to divorce her. She doesn't please me,' said Yousef
in parting.
Through the stone floors, the Major could make out the faint sounds of the
music. Lt. Eversole was performing an erotic dance with the aid of the twins.
"Should we change and go up or stay here and amuse ourselves with Yasmina,"
asked the Major?
"I could use another go at this pretty little thing. She's not totally used
up," said the Sergeant his hand on Yasmina's hip. The girl was sobbing as she
repeated a prayer from the Quran she had memorized as a small girl.
"Let's see how she likes two cocks at the same time," said the Major.
"We need to liven her up first," said the Sergeant taking a hot iron from a
nearby brazier.
"The inside of the thigh usually does it,' said the Sergeant kicking the
girl's legs apart.
