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 Into this story I have poured my malice, my evil, my darkness.  I leave the
stain of these traits onto this story, and thus hope to cleanse my\soul. 
This is a side-follow-on-story to Quantum Singularity part 1.  It details
Ernesto's pursuits.  Since English is not my first language there might be
miss written segments.  Please feel free to send contributions and comments
to thetruexenos@yahoo.com I would be interested in your feedback

   First person through out the tale is Ernesto

   Begin.

   The sun was nearly at its zenith now, and I suddenly noticed that I was
pretty tired.  Javier had had it too.  The boy was terribly tired, and when
ever I stopped tormenting him, he would promptly pass out.  Lorenzo had
left me alone with the boy a couple of hours back, and was setting camp by
the fire circle.  It was time to have lunch and a nap.  I was looking
forward to a nice meal and a well deserved good sleep in the tent.

   Neither Javier nor Julio would get either any of that.  Julio had served
its purpose by staying alive long enough to see us impale the next boy. 
His horrified moans and struggles certainly had certainly enhanced the day.
He would serve his second purpose soon, by showing Javier how he was
destined to end.  Already today the ants had started back on Julio, and I
suspected that it would soon become much worst.  Just the though, stirred
my dick again.

   It was time to put the toys away short of speak.  I came up to Javier,
and grasped the two lengths of white cord that tightened the waist band of
his Speedos.  Giving them a strong tug, I tied them securely together,
ensuring that the boy's genitals would be good and contained.  Javier woke
again, in a daze, and began looking around him.  It always took a few
seconds for the boy's to remember where they were, as if somehow they kept
thinking that it had all been a bad nightmare, but alas, reality kept
crashing in.

   Since he was awake, I decided to let the boy have another water bottle.
I reached up, and tipped the open bottle, so that water would flow in his
mouth.  Javier smacked his lips around the opening of the bottle, and drank
greedily, until the bottle was empty.  That done, I made ready to leave. 
Julio made a weak moan begging once again not to be left.  Javier stood
silent.  I turned the corner and headed towards the camp, It was a hot day,
and I was exhausted from a series of long days and nights.  I needed a nap

   When I woke up I felt completely rested.  I got out of my sleeping bag,
and out of the tent.  Lorenzo was lying down on a nearby rock enjoying the
view from the spot and seeping from a cup of coffee.  I stood up, and
stretched.  Then I took the coffee pot and poured myself a cup.  The day
was very warm, and I welcomed something to drink.

   I walked towards Lorenzo and greeted him.  He gave me a warm smile and
returned the greeting.  We made a bit of conversation, then he pointed out
to me a few vultures perched on the rocks over the killing spot.  I had
seen a few of them circling overhead in the last 2 or 3 days, but today
there were more of them, and they were circling lower down than usual.  It
seemed that they were interested in something.  Lorenzo and I looked at
each other and with out speaking we went back to the tents.

   I took my binoculars, and we headed towards a spy spot where we would be
able to observe the killing spot, with out being noticed.  Lorenzo and I
scrambled over the rocks and came up behind a boulder that sat quietly
behind the spot.  From there we could see Javier up in his pole, and Julio
further away.

   There were already 2 vultures on the ground, one just about 5 feet from
Julio.  The bird was certainly interested in Julio, but shy about it.  I
deduced that the boy's mouth infection had turned for the worst and the
smell of rotting flesh must be attracting the vultures.  The vulture took a
few tentative steps towards Julio, which standing only 2 feet tall remained
outside Julio's field view.

   Through the binoculars I could see that the boy was once again under
attack by the ants, and though he was breathing he did not seem to be
conscious at the moment, and lay still except for his breathing.  The
vulture took a few more steps, approaching the boy to within a foot.  The
vulture extended its neck, seemingly smelling the air around the boy.  The
vulture craned its neck to one side and then the other, suspicious and
careful.  I knew that vultures tend to be very shy animals, and do seldom
attack animals while they are still alive.

   The vulture took another timid step closer to Julio, and then after a
pause, he extended his neck, and pecked at the boy's belly.  Julio moaned
audibly, and moved weakly, scaring the vulture, who took a jump backwards.
However the lack of flight or fight from the boy, appeared to peek the
interest not only of the offending vulture, but that of its companion, who
now began to approach himself by taking a few steps towards the boy.

   I could see a bit of blood coming from the spot where the first vulture
had pecked at the boy.  The first vulture reversed its retreat, and began
to approach the exposed and defenseless boy.  The vulture pecked again at
the same spot, eliciting the same response from the boy, but this time, the
vulture did not retreat.  Instead he took a third and more forceful peck at
the boy, visibly gashing the boy.  On the fourth attempt, the vulture no so
much pecked, but bit into the boy, and with a jerking motion of his neck,
he ripped a bit of flesh, and tasted the boy.

   The second vulture came even closer, and now he too took a swipe at the
boy, who moaned and wiggled as much as his bonds allowed him, but again it
caused no retreat on either vulture.  The first vulture pecked again, and
the second vulture followed suit.  A third vulture landed about 5 feet
away, and skipped excitedly towards the boy with his wings part way open.
Then partly pushing the two earlier arrivals, he too pecked on the boy.

   Julio hollered as loud as he could, and wiggled his shoulders and arms
as much as he could, but at this point in the eyes of the vultures he was
nothing but a defenseless animal that would be a tasty morsel for their
eating.

   Javier had by this point come to, and tried to help his fellow impalee
by yelling at the birds, and to the extent that he could, wave his arms and
legs.  The vultures looked at him at first with concern, but soon, figured
that Javier was not a threat to them, and continued their feeding frenzy.

   More vultures landed in the killing field, and neared Julio.  The boy's
exposed belly now was being worked by over 5 vultures, who steadily were
beginning to make real inroads into the desperate boy.  Julio pushed and
pulled against his bonds with all the strength he had left in a titanic
struggle to defend himself.  However we had made sure to rob that ability
from him, and now the vultures were literally eating him alive.  The
vultures limited their pecks at the boy's belly, leaving alone his face,
which was too high for them too reach, or his arms and legs.

   One of the vultures managed to tear a larger piece of boy flesh than any
of the ones that had come before, and walked away from the boy and the
other vultures, to eat it away by himself.  The boy's struggles began to
weaken, as the vultures began to frenzy around him

   A few minutes later, the vultures had broken through the boy's abdomen
and had begun to pick at his innards.  From time to time, a bird would come
away from the group with a piece of the boy in his beak and would walk to a
side, to consume it.  The vultures would hold down the piece of flesh with
their feet, as they ripped the morsel into digestible pieces.  When their
portion was consumed, they would walk back to the group for more.

   One of the larger vultures, who had by his size intimidated his peers,
now began to poke his whole head in the boy's midsection.  As the vulture
poked and pulled in there, the body of the boy shuddered.  From my vantage
point, I could see that they boy was still alive.  His eyes were open, and
he was still breathing, but he had stopped trying to defend himself.  He
would not be alive much longer.  A pool of blood was forming under the boy,
and the gash in his belly was now a sizeable and growing hole.

   I kept watching for another hour or so, as the vultures kept dining on
the boy.  I could not tell when the boy finally died, but at some point he
departed the land of the living.  By lunch time, the entire midsection of
the boy was gone, revealing the edge of the ribcage, and the pelvis bone.
Passing through his now exposed midsection, you could spy the metal pole
that had so bounded the boy.

   Ants, and flies now threw their entire efforts at exploiting the remains
of the boy.  Hundreds if not thousands of them flew all around, trying to
lay their eggs on his carcass.  Ants in the mean time were busy trying to
bite away what ever they could.  This had been very interesting, as this
was the first time that I had witnessed a boy being killed by the vermin. I
made a mental note of trying to do it again in the future.

   I quietly abandoned my perch, and headed back to the camp where Lorenzo
was preparing lunch.

   The day had turned hot, and I decided to take a nap.

   When I woke up, I decided to go check in person what was left of the
first boy, and to see if Javier had suffered any attacks himself.  Javier
still had significantly more freedom of motion than Julio had had, and he
was much stronger than Julio, which after seven days of non stop suffering
probably did not have much left in the tank, but that did not make him
immune.

   When I turned the corner into the killing fields I found a few of the
smaller vultures trying to pick the last of Julio's easy soft tissues, and
as soon as they saw me, they took flight in fright.

   I approached the remains of Julio, and examined the mess the birds had
made.  His guts were totally gone, his nipples had been picked off, but the
rest of the body had been left alone by the vultures.  The flies were
buzzing all around the boy.  They were coming in and out of his nostrils
and mouth, were maggots could be seen.  The flies were also crawling all
over the boy's open abdomen.  In the mean time, a line of ants could be
seen marking up and down the boy's leg.  They seemed to be concentrating on
the boy's skinned wrists.

   With that inspection done, I turned my attention to the very alive, and
unscathed Javier, who still suspended up on the pole had escaped any
attack. His body might be intact, but his mind was not.  The boy had been
crying and appeared both agitated and angry.  I smirked at him, and admired
his voluptuous body at my disposal.

   However today would not be the boy's day.  I was there to just hydrate
the boy, and provide him with an ample quantity of the same soupy mush
potatoes that I had offered Julio a few days ago.  Feeding the boy was a
bit harder than it had been to feed Julio.  The boy was still high up on
the pole, and his ability to swivel his head made it hard to force drink or
food down his throat.  I had to "convince" the boy to accept the drink and
water by pinching and twisting one of his nipples.  He gave in easily.

   The boy had been impaled now for a whole day and in our custody for 5. I
was itching to complete the boy's impalement, and perhaps stick around to
watch the vermin take care of, just as I had watched Julio's end.  I had
decided to finish the boy now Lorenzo joined me to see the action for
himself and to admire the remaining survivor.  He was also once again
horny, and wanted to use the boy before he took a dump in his Speedo's.  It
seemed like a good idea to me.

   The boy's hands were still outstretched by the second spreader bar, just
like his leg.  I reached for the boy's ankles, and began to undo the
ligatures that held the spreader bar to the ankles.  Javier looked
intently, afraid, and with apprehension.  When I disconnected the bar, the
boy's legs hang limp.  The boy moved his legs around a little bit, but it
was no use to him.  One of the common themes of all the boys was that when
their stretched legs were released, they would instinctively try to reach
the ground.  Alas, we did not give them even that.

   Lorenzo reached from behind, and grasped the boy's tight Speedos, which
he then pushed down to the boy's knees.  The boy's manly endowment now once
again exposed, Lorenzo wasted no time.  He unzipped his trousers, spitted
in his hands, and began raping the boy's ass again.  I stepped back, and
watched it.  The boy did not even try to resist at this point.  He just
endured it.  After a few minutes, Lorenzo climaxed, and it was my turn.

   I enjoyed myself, taking my time, as I fucked the nice tight butt at my
hearts content.  I also enjoyed myself by reaching around the boy and
groping his firm abdomen and exposed genitals.  The boy did get a mild
hardon, which mortified him, since Lorenzo teased him that he liked getting
it in the ass.  Then after taking my time I too came thrusting hard into
the boy's ass.  All the rectal stimulation had caused the boys dick to drip
some wispy drops of precum.

   I began to stroke the boy, who despite his efforts not to soon had a
full erection.  It took a while, but slowly the boy began to build up to an
orgasm.  His breathing began to quicken.  I had to decide whether to let
the boy come one last time or not.  We had not let the boy cum since
Lorenzo had brought him to the chalet, and I was sure I was going to
complete the boy's impalement in a few minutes.  This would be the time to
let him have the experience one last time.  I decided that I would let him
beg for it, and if he pleased me I would let him have it.

   I made sure to bring the boy very close again to the orgasm which he now
clearly wanted, then stopped.  I asked the boy if he wanted to cum, he
reluctantly replied yes, I asked him to beg me for it.  He begged, so well
in fact, that I decided to deny him this last pleasure.  I grasp his dick
again, and once again brought him ever so close, then stopped again.

   I was ready to step behind him, and pull back his Speedos when I got an
idea to humiliate the boy one more time.  I went back to the camp, and got
the wooden peg I had used to sodomize him with earlier.  When the boy saw
me holding that item on my hand his spirits sank; and rightfully so.  I
grabbed his now semisoft dick, and began stroking again, soon brining the
boy back to the brink of orgasm.

   I stopped stroking again, causing the boy to moan, and then I stepped
behind the boy, and grasping his Speedo's I pulled them most of the way
back up.  Then before they covered his buttocks and dick, I took the wooden
peg, and began to insert it into the boy's ass.  He would meet his end with
the rod still stuck up in him.  Then, I pulled the Speedo's the rest of the
way up, covering his throbbing dick, and sealing the peg in.

   It was time to put the boy in his final position.  I pulled a length of
rope, and tied this right ankle.  Then passing behind the pole, I brought
the left ankle together, and bound it to the right one.  His legs secured,
I stepped in front of the boy, and again, tugging as the waistband chord, I
secured the boy's Speedo's.  The Speedo's would not come off him while he
was still alive.

   Next, I undid the spreader bar that was holding the boys arms apart, and
bound the wrists together.  Then for good measure I also bound the elbows
together.  The boy did not resist.  He either knew what was coming or knew
he could not do anything about it, or he had retreated to some corner of
his mind, and was not paying attention.  I did not care which, but the lack
of resistance made it that much easier to prepare the boy.

   When I picked up the boys legs by the ankles, and began to bind them to
his wrists, the boy abandoned his stupor, and began to protest and fight,
but it was too late now.  The boy was in the "last position" he was ever
going to know.  All I had to do now was to reach between the boy's legs,
and pull the clamp that was supporting the boy.  Behind me, the remains of
a boy in the same position that Javier was now in was being consumed by
maggots and ants.  This would be his fate, and he could now clearly see the
writing on the wall.

   It was time.  I reached between the boy's legs, and grasped the clamp.
The boy was begging desperately.  I loved his begging.  I pressed the
release and the clamp loosened its grip with a clong sound.  "Welcome to
the rest of your life boy", I told the boy; A line that I had delivered to
many of the boys.  The face of horror that it elicited in the boys was
sublime.

   Javier did not appeared to move at first, but then he began to make
gagging sounds.  The pole was pushing upwards; a fact confirmed when I saw
the outline of the pole move up the boy's throat pass the edge of the
collar.  Advancing slowly, creeping upwards.  The boy struggled against his
bonds, but it was to no avail.  Millimeter by millimeter the blunt tip of
the metal rod pushed its way up.  The boy's knees crept towards the ground.
As the tip of the pole reached the bottom of the mouth, it began to push
the boy's head backwards and a bit to the side.  The boy's speech became
distorted by the physical deformation of his mouth.  He was still begging.

   Suddenly, the pole broke through the boy's mouth with a spurt of blood.
The boy emitted a distorted and horrified aaargg!, as the boy began a quick
descent down the metal pole with in seconds, the boy's knees made contact
with the ground, and the boy's descent finally ended.

   The boy was breathing very hard, his head pushed back staring almost
straight up.  His mouth was bleeding profusely now, but I knew it would
subside relatively quickly.  I inspected the boy, and noticed that the pole
had broken trough just to one side of the base of the tongue.  The boy had
not even been down there 2 minutes, that I noticed a few flies begin to set
on the boy, and check out his mouth.

   The boy now totally immobilized by ligature and pole stood less than 4
feet from the ground, leaving his mouth in the perfect position to take a
leak.  I unzipped my pants, and extending my dick, I began to pee in the
mouth.  The boy was not thirsty enough to just swallow my piss, but did not
have much of a choice.  Once I was done, I zipped up, and made ready to
head back to camp.  In a few hours Lorenzo and I would head back down to
the chalet, and the boy would be on his own.

   Tent, sleeping bags, and all other items now packed away and ready to
go, we decided to check on Javier one last time.  The boy was being
pestered by flies, and he had been forced to pee and shit on himself.  In
fact he appeared to be suffering from diarrhea, as a brown stain covered
the rear of his Speedos, and a small pool of brown syrupy liquid lay at the
base of the pedestal.  The stink of shit was evident as we approached the
boy.  It did not bode well for him lasting very long.

   As we left, the boy begged desperately for release, but that would be
something that only death would bring to him.