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 IN THE BEY'S SERVICE

   Various snuff, rape, etc

   Charles old boy, as you may have heard I now have taken service with an
eastern big wig.  His title is the Bey, which works out to something like a
king and cardinal combined.  He's a likeable sort and is younger than I had
expected.  Make no mistake though, he is the king even if he sometimes acts
like your best friend.  Anyway I'm now his official executioner and
torturer of the harem.  I know it sounds odd that such a post even exists
but it does and as I found out is quite necessary.  You see it is the
custom hereabouts to send gifts along to the bigshots from time to time and
the most popular one seems to be virgins.  It seems that just about
everyday another one or five show up on the doorstep.  All are young and
most are at least passable looking.  Since most men have more than one wife
and the bey has a whole harem what is the problem you ask.  Well the
problem is twofold.  First there is the numbers.  Do the math yourself,
five to twenty new girls a week and at the very least you run out of room
very quickly.  Then there is the problem with some of the girls who try
their little games.  Games that could be described as treason without being
too far off the mark.  It's odd how some women just have to try to run
things and how far they'll go to do so.

   The way things work is this, the bey looks each girl over and sends her
to one of three groups.  The first is his real harem, the second is made up
of girls that he keeps around as loaners.  They get offered to visitors for
their use while here.  The last group is made up of the poor unfortunates
that are not up to the local standards.  All three groups live together but
are given different clothes to wear.  When the crowd get too big in any
group girls are shuffled about, usually down a group.  The ones at the
bottom get sent to me and I execute them.  Why?  Well is seems that it
would be a mortal insult to send any of them back or to set them free.  No
matter what was given for a reason it would appear that she was found
unworthy and so degrade the giver.  It's better and easier to kill the poor
girl.  It's an odd system but one that everybody seems content with.

   The bey is a merciful man however and forbids me from torturing any girl
that has not earned such treatment.  He allows me to maintain a small group
as my own harem but I rarely do so.  I find all I can handle just in the
overflow.  After all I have to kill about fifteen girls a week just to keep
up and I usually make use of the ones I execute before ending their lives.
Add in one or two a week that have to be tortured first and I keep quite
busy.

   I've had a good time here I tell you.  There was this pair from the
Bey's bunch that got sent to me.  Turned out that they preferred each other
to men.  Such things are not unheard of but just will not work in a harem.
Even if it's the way you feel you have to play along and make the old boy
feel good and these two just didn't understand.  The upshot of all this was
the two of them were sent to me for termination with no restrictions on
what I did to them.  Since I knew the bey has no interest in using a
woman's back hole I decided to start there and I took the one with green
eyes first.  She screamed and screamed as I ravaged her.  The other one
made almost as much noise even without being touched.  Her turn would come.
After I spent inside her bunghole I replaced my dick with a large wooden
plug.  True it did need to be almost hammered into the tight hole but you
would have thought that it was tearing her in two from all the noise.  A
pair of nooses strangled her rather large tits as I hauled her into the
air. The sound got even louder.  She looked quite pretty as she hung there
struggling.  I was hard again.  Her lover [for that's what they were in
truth] looked at me in fear as I came to her.  Smart girl.  She soon had
her butthole filled with my dick.  Now she had something of her own to
scream about.  Even though I had just spent myself in her friend she was so
tight and soft that it took me no time at all before I filled her guts with
my spunk.  Her titties were small so I could not treat her to the pleasures
of being hung by them so she found comfort on my X rack.  Remembering her
preferences I tasted her quim.  For some reason she did not seem to like it
as much as when the other girl did it.  There's just no pleasing some
girls. She was then pulled somewhat but I just could not bring myself to
abuse either of them too severely.  After all the fact that they liked
girls over men was not their fault and they had not asked to be sent to the
harem.  Still I felt it was necessary to make them scream enough to
convince everyone that they were being horribly punished for their crimes.

   When I thought they had suffered enough I released them and offered them
a last time together before they died.  It was quite moving to watch the
two young lovers spend their last few minutes of life in each other's arms.
It was then that I decided to allow them to die in each other's arms.  I
bound them facing each other with their arms around the other's back.  A
short piece of rope with a noose on each end further connected them.  I
have a several very nice winches that have their ropes run through pulleys
on the ceiling.  Any one of which was very capable of lifting a pair of
bodies but for this pair I decided to use a short drop instead.  For some
reason a drop seemed to fit better than a lift.  Perhaps I was just being
nice.  Soon I had them standing on the trap with the hanging rope tied to
the one connecting their necks.  I told them to take a last kiss and while
they were doing it I released the trigger and let them fall.  At first the
fall and the sudden tightness around their necks shocked them.  Then you
could see them try to kiss once more but the nooses prevented that last
kiss.  Foiled they then tried to remain quiet until death overtook them. 
Of course their desire to die taking comfort in a last embrace was soon
overpowered.  No women can hang quietly until death with a rope choking the
life from her and this pain was no exception.  The period of shock and
quiet determination lasted perhaps a minute and a half.  Green eyes lost it
first.  In terror she tried to climb the body of her lover in order to
lessen the pull around her neck.  Then her lover too panicked and tried the
same thing.  From then on until they died it was a fight that knew nothing
of love or tender last kisses.  They kicked and clawed and fought to the
death for one breath of air.  A fight that was hopeless and ended with the
death of both of them.  It was such a sight that I was forced to send for a
new girl to relieve my excitement.  Needless to say she carried the story
of the lover's deaths back to the harem where it served as a lesson about
failing to please the bey.

   As I said earlier it was more usual for me to put down girls that just
were not pretty enough of that lacked something to interest the bey.  These
I treat differently.  Many die while making love to me.  Some die by a
knife to the heart or a slit throat.  Others die when I strangle them with
my hands or a cord just as I spasm inside their bodies.  Those that I do
not make love to may be hanged or beheaded.  A few die from a blow to the
head from a club.  Now and then I drown one or two.  My favorite way to
kill is the garrote post.  Mine has provisions for dildos that can be
inserted into both holes.  Of course there are different sizes.  It is
exquisite to watch as the collar ever so slowly closes the windpipe until
the final whistle fades into death.  I find it ever so exciting to allow
complete freedom of the arms and legs as the process proceeds.  They thrash
and fight so well and so uselessly.  But not all that find themselves
seated there face such a rough death for I have a blade that I can install
at the back of the neck to sever the spine and allow a quick death if I
wish.

   I've also become quite good with a sword.  Did you know that you can see
a head still try to scream as it rolls.  There is a look of surprise in the
eyes that is really nice too.  I must admit that the curved sword favored
in these parts is much better than the old broadsword I used to use.

   If anyone asks please inform them that I am quite well and doing very
nicely here.  I am busy and do so enjoy myself.  I will stay in touch, who
knows perhaps I shall need an assistant to help with the workload someday.