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From Asia To Africa
by Phill (phillb51@yahoo.com)

***

Damon was a twenty year old soldier who had been 
abducted by two Asian men and then sold to some 
Africans who lived in Liberia. When kidnapped he was 
well developed young man, fit and confident, a man's 
man. But what happens to this young viral man over the 
next few months will change his life for ever. (MM, 
1st-gay-expr, nc, rp, tor, ws, scat, mutilation, cast, 
bd)

***

CHAPTER ONE

Since being abducted and tortured and sexually abused 
by the two Asians he was no longer that confident fit 
young soldier. Now he had discovered that his threshold 
for pain was very low indeed. He had also discovered 
that he enjoyed gay sex providing no torture was 
associated with it. His spirit to resist had been 
broken and now he obeyed all orders like a robot. He 
had been drugged and smuggled aboard a Liberian bound 
container ship inside a roll of carpet. The carpet had 
been placed inside a container full of general cargo 
before being transferred from land to ship. 

We join Damon as he is just recovering from his drugged 
sleep. He heard the throb of some sort of engine which 
seemed to be far below him. All was darkness and he 
felt as if he was confined in some sort of tube. He 
could not move but felt metal bracelets around his 
wrists and his arms were trapped behind his back. 
Slowly his memory of recent events flooded back and a 
feeling of deep depression and fear came over him as he 
remembered the things he had heard about the Africans 
in Liberia. 

His body, naked as the day he was born, began to shake 
and tremble in the narrow confines of the tube. Then he 
heard a noise of metal clanging and light suddenly 
flooded down through the open end of the tube that he 
was in. He blinked in the strong light as he heard 
guttural voices talking in a language he didn't 
understand. He felt the tube with himself inside being 
pulled towards the strong light. 

The Three Korean deck hands, all naked from the waist 
up, pulled the rolled up carpet from the container. 
They unrolled it and Damon was revealed as he lay 
shaking and trembling and looking up at the men. One of 
them said something to him but Damon did not understand 
what he was saying. The deckhand reached down and 
pulled Damon to his feet by his hair. Another of the 
three now spoke. 

"You Engleesh?" he asked. 

"Yes," Damon croaked in a hoarse voice, his throat 
being parched, "I'm English. Please help me." 

"Come, you come," the same deckhand said and beckoned 
Damon to follow him. 

The young soldier stumbled along behind the tall strong 
looking Korean who led him below decks. He took him to 
where there were a row of open showers and removed the 
handcuffs from Damon's wrists. 

"You use," the Korean ordered indicating one of the 
showers. 

Damon had a good shower, there was even soap provided 
for his use, and the water was hot. He finished off 
with an invigorating cold shower to rinse himself off. 
Then the Korean handed him a towel and he dried 
himself. After that the deckhand took him to another 
part of the ship where he was in sign language told to 
sit down. In a few moments another man appeared, 
probably a Malay or Thai. 

He was wearing chef's clothing and carrying a steaming 
plate of food which he placed in front of Damon handing 
him some cutlery to use. Then he disappeared and came 
back with a large mug of coffee. The young soldier 
realised that he was starving and wolfed down the food 
and drink in minutes. For the first time in a long time 
he felt very contented. His stomach was full, he was 
clean and he was not feeling any pain. He smiled at the 
Korean deckhand who had been standing and watching him 
as he ate. 

"That was good," Damon said with a friendly smile as he 
rubbed his naked belly with his hand. 

"You come," was all the Korean replied and his olive 
face remained blank and unsmiling as he beckoned Damon 
to follow him. 

He led him along corridors in the ship and eventually 
they came to a metal door which had a sign reading 
"Captain." The Korean knocked and a voice called out 
something and the deckhand opened the door. He stood to 
one side and pushed Damon into the room and then 
entered close behind him as he closed the door. 
Damon's eyes took in the room and he saw a fat middle 
aged man sitting in an armchair. 

On the table by his side was a large glass of some sort 
of spirit. The man's face looked fat and greasy, he was 
brown and had jet black hair. A naked boy of around 
twelve was sitting on his lap and the man's hand was 
around the boy's waist and fondling his stiff little 
cock and balls. The young boy was of Asian appearance, 
brown skin, black hair and big brown eyes. 

"So you're the Englishman eh," said the man. 

Damon did not reply as he looked with disgust at what 
the man was doing. 

"Well Englishman I'm the captain of this boat and my 
friend here is called Sammy. You like eh, you think 
Sammy sexy eh," he said and then started to laugh as 
the rolls of flesh under his jaws started to wobble. 

"Now Englishman you are being signed on as a member of 
this crew. Sign that paper on the desk as it's your 
crew member certificate. You will be put ashore when we 
reach Liberia and signed off from my crew. Go sign 
Englishman," the Captain said impatiently waving a fat 
paw at Damon. 

The Korean deckhand gave him a push in the back and 
Damon walked across to the desk and picked up a pen and 
signed the piece of paper. 

"Leave it there," the Captain grunted as he put one of 
his hands between Sammy's legs. "You'll be given it 
when you leave the boat. Now the rules whilst you're 
here. Your owners want your shit hole and mouth to be 
well used. We've no women on this boat, I don't fucking 
allow it, so most of the crew are real randy. You will 
service them whenever they want to use you." 

He smirked at Damon with his oily smile. 

"You're lucky because your owners have insisted that 
only one man at each end can fuck you. No doubles or 
threesomes sharing your cunt or your mouth and no 
fisting either. You will be well treated so long as you 
keep the crew happy. Now go," he said waving his hand 
in dismissal. 

As Damon was leaving the room he saw the Captain get 
out his big thick cock and say to Sammy that he was 
ready to fuck him. Then he was out of the cabin as a 
feeling of disgust and loathing for that evil man 
overcame him. 

As the Korean led him to the crew's quarters he began 
to speak in passably good English. 

"The Captain he's Mexican and we all speak Spanish. The 
Captain he very good man and treat all crew good," he 
said. 

"But that's a young boy he's got in there, the kid's 
only about twelve and the Captain's sexually abusing 
him," Damon said his voice sounding incredulous at such 
behaviour being allowed. 

"Yeah Captain he likes boys," the Korean said with a 
grin. "Sammy has been with Captain for a year. Captain 
he fuck him all the time," he said as if this was 
perfectly normal. 

Damon just looked at the man disgustedly. The deckhand 
showed him his bunk and then started to take off his 
boots, socks and trousers as Damon sat on the bed 
watching him. Within minutes the Korean was naked and 
Damon could see that the man's cock was fully erect. It 
was circumcised and seven inches long and about two 
inches thick. 

"I fuck you now," the Korean said. "You kneel on bed 
and I fuck you."

Damon knew that he had no choice, the Captain had made 
clear to him what he was supposed to do on the boat. He 
knelt on the bed doggy fashion and was relieved to see 
that the Korean was lubricating his cock. Then the 
deckhand mounted the bed behind Damon, stuck his cock 
against the young soldier's hole and started to press 
forward with his pelvis. Damon knew what to do, Lee and 
Charlie had trained him well, he relaxed his arse 
muscle and the Korean entered him. 

Soon the deckhand was fucking Damon's cunt as hard as 
he could whilst Damon, his own cock fully erect, was 
moaning and groaning with pleasure. He could feel the 
deckhand's seven inch long cock driving in and out of 
his cunt and he used his arse muscles to squeeze the 
fuck stick as it drilled it's way in and out of his 
body. The Korean started to pant and was soon shooting 
his load into Damon's cunt as the Englishman milked the 
deckhand's cock eager to get the last drop of cum out 
of it. 

As the Korean, his balls now empty, was beginning to 
withdraw another man entered the quarters. Damon could 
not see him as he was standing behind the kneeling 
Englishman. He said something in Spanish to the Korean 
and they both laughed. The Korean now moved so that he 
was kneeling in front of Damon with his shit and cum 
covered cock under the young soldier's nose. 

"Lick Englishman, fucking lick," the Korean said as he 
held his cock close to Damon's mouth. 

Damon was well used to this now. He stuck out his 
tongue and started to lick the Korean's cock clean of 
all the shit and cum that was on it. As he was licking, 
the man who had just entered the room now got onto the 
bed. Damon grunted as he felt a big thick cock shoving 
it's way up his cunt. He continued to clean the 
Korean's cock with his tongue as the new man started to 
fuck the shit out of him. The guy was still fucking him 
when the Korean, having put his clothes back on, left 
the room. 

Word quickly spread among the crew and Damon, whilst 
being fucked up the arse by the new man, saw a naked 
Indian guy of about twenty get on the bed in front of 
him. 

"Suck my cock Englishman, suck my cock," he said as he 
offered his long eight inch brown tool up to Damon's 
mouth. 

The Indian's foreskin was pulled back and around the 
base of his cock head was a coating of thick cock 
cheese. Damon opened his mouth and took the cock in and 
started to suck and lick the cheese off before he began 
to suck the cock down his throat. The Indian grabbed 
Damon's head and started to pull it up and down forcing 
his eight inch long cock all the way down the 
Englishman's gullet. Now Damon was being fucked from 
both ends. 

That first day he serviced all the crew that was 
interested in having a young man's cunt service them 
when no females were available. In all, of the thirty 
seven crew members excluding the Captain, he serviced 
twenty eight. When he had finished his hole was red raw 
and his guts were full of cum. But at last, with no 
more customers needing his services, he was lying 
contented on his bed. He had been thoroughly fucked 
that's true but not a single member of the crew had 
used any violence on him. During the remainder of the 
two week journey to Liberia Damon was fucked many times 
each day. 

He soon came to know his favourites and they, 
invariably, were the ones with the longest or thickest 
cocks. He discovered that the Captain was generous and 
shared Sammy's favours with those members of his crew 
who were that way inclined. The twelve year old boy, 
when not keeping the Captain happy, was lent out to 
four members of the crew. Those four were not among the 
twenty eight that availed themselves of Damon's 
services. 

Damon got to talk to young Sammy discovering that the 
twelve year old had a good grasp of English. He was 
indeed from Thailand, from a sea fishing family that 
had lived on a boat, but had been kidnapped at a young 
age by pirates that operated off the Thai coast. 
Instead of murdering him, as was their normal practice 
with captives who were not worth ransoming, the leader 
of the pirate gang took a fancy to him. He became the 
man's willing sex slave. 

A year ago the Mexican captain of this ship was in 
Pusan, South Korea, picking up some containers. He saw 
the boy with the pirate chief and bought him off the 
man. Since then Sammy had been bedded by the captain 
who also shared him with members of the crew. The boy 
was full of life and also a prankster. He loved the 
Captain and enjoyed the life that he was leading. 
Nevertheless Damon felt disgusted and wished that he 
could rescue the boy from the Captain's clutches. There 
was no chance of that; he was a prisoner and was the 
property of a group of Liberians who were waiting for 
the vessel to arrive in their country. 

Two weeks and one day after arriving on the boat the 
Captain summoned Damon to his presence. Before keeping 
the appointment he was given a blue denim shirt, black 
denim trousers and a pair of open toed sandals to wear. 
It was the first clothes that Damon had worn since his 
abduction in Hong Kong. 

"We will be arriving in Liberia in three hours time," 
the Captain told Damon. "A boat will come to take you 
off before we arrive at our anchorage. What happens to 
you then I've no idea and I don't want to know. Put 
this in your pocket in case you need it when you get 
ashore. It's your crew signing on paper. Now sign this 
one." 

The Captain handed Damon another paper and a pen and 
Damon signed the bottom of the document. 

"And that's your signing off paper so now you're no 
longer a member of the crew. Pedro will get you ready 
for transfer to the other boat which will be arriving 
shortly. Now fuck off," the Captain said as Damon 
stuffed the signing off paper into his pocket so that 
it was with his signing on one. 

He left the Captain's cabin and Pedro, one of the crew 
that Damon got along with very well, was waiting for 
him. He took Damon back to the crew's quarters and, 
with apologies to the Englishman, handcuffed his wrists 
in front of him. Then he took him to the gangway and 
waited. Fifteen minutes later a motor yacht came into 
view. It drew up alongside the container vessel which 
now stopped it's engines and hove to. An African on the 
yacht threw a rope up and Pedro secured it to one of 
the capstans on the boat. 

The yacht was now up against the side of the much 
larger boat. Damon was ordered to climb down the 
gangway ladder that had been lowered. Although his 
wrists were handcuffed he was able to grip the rungs of 
the ladder and descended until he was level with the 
deck of the yacht. He then jumped onto the deck to be 
grabbed by the African and bundled below. Pedro untied 
the rope and tossed it back to the deck of the yacht 
which then sped off as the container boat drew the 
gangway ladder back aboard. The engines started up 
again and the ship made it's way to it's anchorage. 
Damon never saw it or any member of the crew again and 
they never saw him. 

As the yacht sped to shore the African who had bundled 
him below decks spoke for the first time. 

"When we get ashore you will be put in a car and taken 
out of the port. You don't say anything to anyone but 
you keep your fucking mouth closed," he said in a tone 
that brooked no argument. 

Damon's heart sank as he realised that he was now, at 
last, in the hands of the Liberians who had bought him. 
Men who, according to Lee, were viscously cruel and who 
were going to subject him to all sorts of tortures and 
serious sexual abuse before eventually killing him. He 
was going to have to face months of pain and abuse 
before death came to his rescue. 

Tears poured down his cheeks as he realised that the 
happy sea journey was now over. 


CHAPTER TWO


The yacht manoeuvred so that it was against the jetty 
and the African tossed the rope ashore. Another African 
secured the rope to the capstan. There was a large car 
on the jetty and all its windows, apart from the 
windscreen, were black. 

"Get in the car," the African ordered and Damon obeyed. 

He was sitting on the rear seat and saw his guardian 
had moved around the car to speak to the driver. He 
slid across the seat to the opposite door and opened it 
then he stepped out, half crouching as he did so. Next 
moment he was sent sprawling across the road as a 
booted foot kicked him in the side of his head. The 
owner of the foot, an African soldier with a rifle, 
came and stood over him as he called something out.

Immediately the man who had been acting as Damon's 
guardian came running around the car. When he saw Damon 
half crouching in the road holding his sore head and 
with a soldier's rifle pointing at him he let fly with 
a kick himself. This time Damon was kicked in the guts 
and he bent double whilst retching and trying hard to 
breathe. 

"Get back in the car you fucking bastard," the African 
snarled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't 
fucking forget when I get you back to our place." 

As Damon turned to crawl back into the car the African 
gave him a kick up the arse sending him headlong into 
the back on the floor whilst the soldier stood 
laughing. Then the African also got into the back and 
closed the door. He sat with his feet on Damon's body. 
The car was stopped at the main entrance to the dock 
area and a policeman opened the car door. He said 
something to the African who passed him a card. 

The policeman stamped the card and, after glancing down 
disinterestedly at Damon, slammed the car door shut and 
waved the car through the gate. They drove for an hour 
and were soon into countryside although Damon could see 
nothing as he was still lying on the floor with his 
guardian's feet on his body. Eventually the car drove 
off the main road and followed a dusty red track 
through the bushes and scrub that was a feature of the 
land. An hour of this brought them at last to a very 
large building which was made mainly of wood with a 
galvanised tin roof. 

"Out cunt," was all the African said as he opened the 
car door and stepped out of the car himself. 

Damon got to his feet and stepped out of the car with 
his handcuffed hands hanging down in front of him. Then 
his guardian started to push him into the building. As 
they entered Damon was struck by the coolness and also 
by the difference in appearance the inside had to the 
outside. The room that they entered was very large. The 
walls were nicely panelled. The tin roof was hidden by 
a wooden ceiling whilst the floor was made of white 
tiles. The place was air conditioned and various ropes 
and chains hung down through holes in the wooden 
ceiling. 

There were also various tables, cradles with chains 
which disappeared through the ceiling and what looked 
like old fashioned stocks. Racks along one of the walls 
held whips and canes. There were cupboards with glass 
doors behind which could be seen knives of various 
sizes, stainless steel pincers, small hammers, vices 
and many other tools. There were also some tall closed 
cupboards. 

On a shelf were a row of dildos, the smallest was only 
seven inches long and about an inch across at it's 
thickest whilst the largest looked as if it were all of 
three feet long and about two inches across at the top 
of the cock head. This thickened out gradually until 
the base must have been more than six inches across. 
Hanging on hooks were all sizes of cock gags and butt 
plugs together with nipple clamps and cock and ball 
rings. In fact the place was so well equipped it would 
have been impossible to name every item in the room. 

"Get undressed cunt," the African ordered as he removed 
the handcuffs from Damon's wrists. "The bosses will 
soon be here." 

Damon, by now quite used to being naked, quickly 
removed his clothing. Then the African pushed him 
across the room to stand under one of the beams. A rope 
with a hook was hanging over Damon's head and his 
guardian pressed a button which was on a box on a post 
nearby. The hook started to lower as an electric motor 
hummed above them. When it was level with Damon's head 
the African pressed the button again and the motor 
stopped. 

He handcuffed Damon's wrists once again and then placed 
the chain joining the two handcuffs over the hook, 
pressed the button, and slowly the rope began to be 
wound up again. Damon's arms were pulled up and over 
his head and then his wrists were taking the strain of 
his body as he hung with his toes just off the floor. 
The rope continued to be wound up until Damon was 
hanging a foot off the floor and then the African 
pressed the button again. 

The man looked at Damon hanging from the hook by his 
wrists and gave him a shove which sent the young 
soldier swinging back and forth. Just then a telephone 
began to ring. The African took a mobile from his 
pocket and started to walk away from Damon as he 
answered the call. Then he left the building. 

Ten minutes later Damon heard the faint noise of an 
engine which very rapidly got louder. He recognised the 
sound as that of a helicopter and heard it hovering 
outside. Then the engine cut out so he surmised that 
the machine must have landed. He heard a door slam in 
another part of the building and now noticed that there 
were several closed doors leading off from the room 
that he was in. Thirty minutes or more passed and the 
strain on his wrists and his arm pits was growing 
intense as he hung from the hook. One of the doors 
opened and a man entered. 

The man was black and he was tall and muscular as so 
many Africans are. Tall! He was almost six and a half 
feet in height and had muscles to match. He appeared to 
be in his late twenties or very early thirties. He had 
thick black curly hair, a deep brown skin and rather 
handsome face. He had large black eyes which looked as 
cold as ice, a flat nose with very broad nostrils, 
thick red lips and a thick muscular neck. He was clean 
shaven and as naked as the day he was born. Damon 
looked at the man's lovely body and saw how well 
developed his pectorals were with very large purple 
nipples and a washboard stomach. 

He had virtually no body hair apart from thick black 
tufts under his armpits. His shoulders were broad and 
his arms thick and muscular. It was, however, his cock 
that was the most outstanding feature about him. It was 
soft and hung over a huge pair of balls like a 
hosepipe. Although soft it must have measured a good 
eight inches in length and it was almost as thick as a 
beer can. Uncircumcised the foreskin did not cover the 
whole of the purple cock head which had a thick gash of 
a piss slit running across the top of it. 

Cock and balls were surrounded by thick curly black 
pubic hair. As the man walked across the room on his 
shapely legs his muscles rippled under his dark skin. 
Despite Damon's discomfort the sight of this 
magnificent specimen of manhood sent erotic shivers 
through the young soldier's body. The African came to a 
stop in front of Damon. 

"My name is Baptiste," he stated in a deep voice. You 
will never call me that, you will always call me Sir. 
As a soldier that should come easy to you. Do you know 
why you are here?" 

"Only what I heard Lee saying," Damon answered. 

Next moment he was swinging wildly about as Baptiste 
punched him viciously in his guts. Damon could not bend 
double because of the way he was hanging but he was 
retching and coughing and spluttering from the blow. A 
large purple bruise was already beginning to show on 
his belly where the vicious punch had landed. 

"I said you will always call me Sir," Baptiste pointed 
out in a flat emotionless voice. 

"I will tell you why you are here. You are here to 
bring pleasure to me and a few very close friends. You 
will soon find out the ways that you can bring us 
pleasure. You have cost us a lot of money so you'd 
better be worth it?" Baptiste said. 

He stood looking at Damon who had managed to recover 
from the blow. 

"I understand that you have a low pain threshold, is 
that true? Do you hate being hurt?" the African asked. 

"Yes Sir it's true," Damon answered. "Please Sir I'll 
do whatever you want in order to please you. You don't 
have to hurt me to make me obey you I'll cooperate with 
your fully Sir." 

The African for the first time since entering the room 
smiled. It was not a big broad smile of happiness but 
rather a thin cruel smile which certainly did not reach 
his cold black eyes. 

"I'm going to let you witness something now Damon," he 
said. "It might enlighten you as to how kind a man I 
am," Baptiste said. 

Then he called something out in his native dialect. A 
few minutes passed and then two Africans in khaki bush 
jackets and shorts but bare footed entered the room. 
They were dragging between them another African who was 
totally naked and struggling to get free. Damon 
realised that the man being dragged in was the one that 
had taken him off the container ship. Again Baptiste 
spoke in his own tongue and the two African's dragged 
the third one to a metal table that rather resembled an 
operating table except that it had several broad 
leather straps along each side. 

They pulled the struggling man onto the table so that 
he was lying flat down on his back. Then they secured 
the straps across his neck, his chest and his stomach. 
They pulled the straps very tightly before buckling 
them up and the man on the table was then unable to 
move his body. Next his legs were pulled apart so that 
they were hanging along either side of the table. 

Each leg was strapped down with a strap across the 
thigh, one across the middle of the lower leg and one 
over his ankle. Then the two African's started to 
leave. Baptiste said something to them in their own 
language and, reluctantly, the two turned around and 
stood fidgeting uneasily as they looked at their 
brother guard strapped down on the table. 

Then Baptiste began to speak to the man on the table 
still using his native tongue. Whatever he said made 
the Liberian turn crazy as he did his best to try and 
get free from his bonds whilst he begged and pleaded, 
clearly asking for mercy although Damon did not 
understand his words, and tears poured down the brown 
cheeks of his face. 

Baptiste now spoke to Damon. "This useless guard 
permitted you to escape from the car so I have been 
informed. It was only the actions of an alert sentry 
that prevented your escape. Now you will see how I deal 
with such slack people, I'm going to ensure that he 
never passes his useless genes on to future generations 
of his family. Fortunately the bastard has no children 
yet or I would also have had to deal with them." 

Damon felt sorry for his one time guard as he saw the 
pitiless cold eyes of Baptiste. 

Again the Liberian spoke to the two guards standing 
watching. One man went to a control box on a post quite 
near to the table and pressed a button and a thin wire 
cable began to descend. On the bottom of the cable was 
a metal cross bar about two inches across. From each 
end dangled a short wire which ended in a hook. The 
cable was halted just above the waist of the man lying 
on the table. He seemed to be going crazy as he 
struggled to free himself, his big eyes were rolling 
about in his head and he was frothing at the mouth as 
he screamed words out in his native tongue. 

Meanwhile the other Liberian guard had gone to one of 
the cupboards. He came back carrying various items 
which he placed on a small table next to Baptiste. 
Baptiste first picked up a cock gag and shoved it into 
the now screaming black man's mouth strapping it 
tightly around the man's head. The poor man's screams 
were abruptly cut off and now all that could be heard 
was a muffled noise of terror from the Liberian. 

Baptiste took hold of the man's soft cock. It was six 
inches long and just over an inch thick and was 
circumcised. Baptiste had in his other hand a metal 
spike about four inches long and quarter of an inch 
thick. He pressed the point into the flesh of the cock 
that he was holding just below the cock head. Now sweat 
was pouring from his victim as Baptiste pushed hard on 
the metal spike forcing it into the flesh and then 
right through the African's cock so that it emerged the 
other side. He kept pushing until there was about one 
and a half inches of spike sticking out either side of 
the poor man's cock. Blood was dripping down each side 
of the shaft. 

Baptiste then hooked the wires hanging from the cable 
around the protruding spikes. He made sure that the 
hooks were close to the cock shaft so that they would 
not slip off the ends. Then he nodded at the guard 
standing near the control box and the man, also 
sweating profusely and looking ashen in colour, pressed 
the button and the cable began to wind back up. As it 
did so it pulled on the hooks and the Liberian's cock 
was held firmly upright at which point Baptiste shouted 
in English "STOP" and the button was pressed again. 

"Have you ever seen a man castrated?" Baptiste asked a 
green looking Damon as he picked up a length of very 
thin wire from the small table by his side. 

Then he spoke to the guard who had brought the items 
and the man went back to the cupboard. Baptiste, 
meanwhile, had taken hold of his victim's scrotum. He 
twisted it around several times until the black man's 
nuts were being held in a tight bag the skin of which 
was severely stretched and was looking a deep purple 
red in colour. 

Then Baptiste twisted the wire as tightly as he could 
around the base of the scrotum so that the nuts 
remained squeezed into the tight bag and the wire bit 
deeply into the man's flesh. As the guard returned with 
a small portable electric hot plate and a pan Baptiste 
picked up a sharp knife from the table. He spoke again 
to the guard who then plugged the hot plate into a 
nearby electric point and switched the hot plate on. 

Then Baptiste pressed the point of the knife against 
the bottom of the centre seam that divided the man's 
balls. The sharp blade sliced in with ease and Baptiste 
drew it in a curve, following the seam, towards him so 
that the two sides of the scrotum opened revealing the 
dark red bloody colour of the inside and the two nuts 
that every lusty male treasured. 

Again he spoke to the guard who was standing near him 
and the man went to another cupboard and returned 
carrying a white plate, a plastic knife and fork and a 
small bottle of olive oil. Turning away from the 
Liberian on the table whose scrotum was now gaping open 
Baptiste poured some of the olive oil into the pan and 
placed it on the hot plate which was now burning bright 
red. 

Damon was feeling very sick now as he watched the 
events unfold. True he was a trained soldier but 
nothing in military life had prepared him for this sort 
of thing. He desperately wanted to close his eyes and 
shut out the awful happenings but something prevented 
him from doing that. He felt compelled to watch 
Baptiste. 

Baptiste now inserted the sharp knife into the left 
side of the scrotum whilst he held the left nut in his 
blood covered fingers. Then he used the knife to sever 
it and his fingers emerged holding the walnut sized 
nut. Turning he dropped it into the pan of hot oil 
where it began to sizzle. He then repeated the exercise 
with the right side of the scrotum and dropped that nut 
into the oil as well. He now put the knife down on the 
table as he started to shake the pan about to ensure 
that the bollocks were cooked evenly on all sides. Once 
he was satisfied he turned the heat down so that the 
nuts were being kept warm in the pan without further 
cooking. 

He spoke sharply to the guards, both of whom were 
looking decidedly grey around their jowls, and they 
started to unstrap the now castrated African. Baptiste 
gave them a hand by removing the cock gag from his 
victim. The Liberian immediately began to scream and 
howl so Baptiste smacked him several times around the 
face and the poor man's screams died down to whimpers. 

Picking up the white plate Baptiste tipped the two 
cooked bollocks out of the pan and then, as the guard 
removed the hot plate, put the plate onto the table. He 
handed the pan to the other guard and both men began to 
collect up all the bits and pieces and then took them 
away going through a door at the end of the room. 

Again Baptiste spoke in his native tongue to the 
castrated African. The man, hate showing in his eyes, 
sat up on the table and swung his bloody legs over the 
side. Then Baptiste, using the same knife he'd used 
earlier, cut one of the cooked nuts in half, pushed the 
fork into it and passed it to the African as he gave 
him an instruction which must have been for him to eat 
it. 

The man hesitated and Baptiste spoke in a low menacing 
voice. The man looked at him with fear replacing the 
hate in his eyes and placed the half nut in his mouth 
and started to chew then he swallowed it. Baptiste then 
passed him the other half to eat. 

Responding to a shouted command from Baptiste the two 
guards came and collected the man and led him outside. 
For a few minutes there was silence and then a rattle 
of gun fire and Baptiste looked across at Damon. 

"Now my fine soldier you've seen how I keep discipline 
among my men, I bet it's far better than the way the 
British Army does it," he said. 

As he was speaking he picked up the plate which had the 
second of the guard's nuts on it. He cut the nut in 
half. He forked one half up as he stood in front of 
Damon. 

"Here soldier eat this I think you'll find it's a tasty 
bit of meat," he said holding the nut out towards 
Damon's mouth. 

Damon kept his mouth tightly closed and turned his head 
to one side determined not to eat that object. 

"If I put down this plate before you eat that half nut 
I'll have you on the table and cut off your fucking 
balls," Baptiste said in a voice that made Damon 
believe he would do just that. 

The poor young soldier turned his head back towards his 
tormentor and opened his mouth. The African popped the 
half nut in and the soldier had to start chewing and 
then he swallowed it. As he swallowed it almost got 
stuck in his throat and he was sure that he'd throw up 
but managed to control himself. Then he saw with 
amazement that Baptiste was eating the other half nut 
and obviously enjoying it. 

"When I get around to castrating you I'll be eating 
both your fucking nuts, there's no way I'll share a 
white bastards nuts with anybody else," he said as he 
licked the grease off his fingers. 

Baptiste now walked slowly around Damon. 

"I think I'll test your pain threshold, nothing too 
serious just yet as I want you to last for as long as 
possible. Anyway I don't think my friends would be too 
pleased if I spoilt their fun by overdoing things first 
time around. By the way do you like being fucked?" he 
asked as he ran his finger up and down the crack of 
Damon's arse. 

"I don't want anything from your Sir," croaked Damon, 
"just fucking kill me and get it over and done with 
Sir" he went on feeling deeply depressed. 

"No soldier I won't be killing you for many months yet, 
we're going to have lots of fun together first," 
Baptiste replied as he fondled Damon's cock and balls. 


CHAPTER THREE


Damon was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling as 
Baptiste fondled his cock and balls. Under this 
treatment the young soldier's cock quickly stiffened. 

"I'm interested to see just how low your pain threshold 
is," Baptiste remarked still playing with Damon's now 
fully erect cock. 

Then he let go of the white man's private parts and 
walked across to where the whips were. He selected one, 
a bull whip, and returned to where Damon was hanging 
with his cock sticking straight out in front of him. 

"I'm going to give you ten lashes of this whip. 
Provided that you remain silent during that time I will 
not give you any more. But one scream, one yelp, 
anything when I lash you and I add ten to the number of 
strokes that you get each time you make a sound. Do you 
understand?" Baptiste asked. 

"Yes Sir I do understand but please Sir you don't have 
to whip me. I'll do anything that you want Sir but 
please don't use that whip on me Sir," Damon pleaded. 

"Remember, not a sound or an extra ten lashes each time 
you scream out," Baptiste replied ignoring Damon's 
pleas. 

Damon clenched his jaws tightly determined not to cry 
out as Baptiste raised the whip and brought it 
whistling down through the air to wrap itself around 
Damon's waist, the tip catching him on his stiff cock. 
Damon screamed from the pain as his cock went totally 
soft. 

"Now you will receive nineteen lashes," Baptiste 
observed as he brought the lash crashing down. 

This time it struck the young soldier across his 
shoulders and Damon, despite his best intentions, 
screamed out again. 

"Twenty eight more lashes," Baptiste said with a thin 
smile on his lips although his eyes remained icy cold. 

He brought the whip down again, this time around the 
middle of Damon's body and as the lash bit into his 
flesh Damon screamed once more. 

"Thirty seven more," Baptiste said complacently. 

The next stroke was across Damon's buttocks and his 
scream earned him another ten. This was followed by a 
blow across his cock, balls and thighs and the 
screaming young white soldier heard Baptiste intone, 
"Fifty five more." 

And so it went on, sixty four, seventy three, eighty 
two, ninety one and then one hundred as Damon screamed 
after each blow from the whip. He had only received ten 
lashes so far but his body was a mess of deep red lines 
where the whip had cut into his flesh. Baptiste paused. 

"Shit you really do not have a stomach for pain, you're 
a real fucking coward. I guess Lee was right when he 
said that your pain threshold was low. He's certainly 
not sold us short" Baptiste said. Then he went on, "I 
can't keep adding ten to the number of lashes you 
receive or there'd be no ending to it. I'm going to 
give you the hundred that you've earned and then I'm 
going to fuck the shit out of you." 

Baptiste then raised the whip and started to lash Damon 
again. He spared no effort as he used all his strength 
to bring the lash whistling down through the air. He 
struck Damon across his shoulders, his back, his 
buttocks, across his chest and his belly. More lashes 
struck the unlucky young soldier across both the front 
and backs of his legs. Damon was screaming and 
shrieking but his voice got steadily weaker as the 
leather thong bit into his flesh. The deep red lines 
were beginning to bleed but that did not deter Baptiste 
one bit. 

The black man's cock was throbbing with excitement as 
he laid into Damon's body with the whip. Having reached 
eighty out of the hundred extra lashes that Damon was 
to receive Baptiste paused for a moment in order to 
rest his arm. Damon was sobbing and groaning as blood 
ran all over his white skin. The individual red lines 
left by the lash were difficult to see because of all 
the blood. 

"You're a lucky bastard," Baptiste said as he rested. 
"You've only another twenty lashes to come. You think 
this hurts, just wait until we start whipping you after 
we've peeled some of your fucking white skin off." 

Baptiste then gave an evil laugh as he picked up the 
whip again. He made sure that the last twenty lashes 
were delivered with all the strength that he was 
capable of. With just three left he decided to make 
sure Damon remembered them. The ninety eighth stroke, 
struck Damon across his soft cock and the front of his 
thighs. The young white man screamed in agony as 
spittle dribbled from his mouth. 

The ninety ninth lash curled around the side of Damon's 
thighs and the tip of the leather thong struck his 
balls. Damon felt bile rising from his stomach as he 
almost passed out from the pain. Then, with amazing 
accuracy, Baptiste made sure that on the one hundredth 
and last stroke the tip of the lash struck the man's 
cock head. Once again Damon shrieked with pain as his 
legs danced around in the air. His face was ashen and 
he almost passed out from the pain. 

"That's your lot for now," Baptiste said. 

Damon hung from the ceiling, his head hanging down, his 
body a mass of red lines covered in blood. 

"When I punish you cunt you will always say thank you 
at the end. If you do not I will simply double the 
punishment, whatever it might be. Now say thank you to 
me, show some respect you fucking useless white 
bastard," Baptiste snapped. 

"Thank... you... Sir... for... whipping... me..." Damon 
managed to drag out from deep down. 

"That's better cunt. Now I'm so fucking horny I'm going 
to fuck the shit out of you," the Liberian said. 

He lowered Damon to the ground and removed the chain 
from off the hook of the handcuffs. Damon swayed and 
staggered as he felt himself standing on his feet 
unaided. 

"Go across to the bench," Baptiste ordered as he 
removed the handcuffs from Damon's wrists. "Lay across 
it with your legs on the floor and your head hanging 
down the other side." 

Damon, too blinded by pain to even think about running 
away, staggered across to the bench and lay across it 
as ordered. Baptiste picked up a tube of KY lubricant 
on his way to join the young white man. 

"You're fucking lucking cunt because I'm going to use 
lubricant on my cock this time. I don't want to split 
you wide open before my friends have tried out your 
pussy," Baptiste said as he spread a liberal amount of 
KY over his beer can thick fourteen inch long cock. 

Damon felt scared as he saw the size of the cock that 
was shortly going to be thrust up his cunt. 

"Please Sir," he quavered. "Can I have a rest Sir, 
before you fuck me. My body hurts so much Sir, please 
let me have a rest." 

"Are you saying you don't want me to fuck you, is that 
what you're saying?" Baptiste asked in a dangerously 
cold low voice. 

"No Sir, I want you to fuck me Sir but I'd just like a 
little rest first Sir," Damon whispered in a voice full 
of fear. 

"If I don't fuck you I'll have to find some other way 
to divert myself, is that what you want?" Baptiste 
asked still in the same low voice. 

"No Sir, oh no Sir, I really want you to fuck me now 
Sir," Damon replied hastily realising the danger that 
he might be in. 

"You're fucking lucky that I feel so fucking horny," 
Baptiste grunted, "otherwise I'd be seeing how you 
looked with no fucking nipples. Now you little fuck 
pig, stop your chatter and open your cunt." 

As Baptiste said that he had positioned himself behind 
Damon with his cock pressing against the young 
soldier's hole. Damon, well experienced in being 
fucked, relaxed his sphincter as he felt the big cock 
head pressing against the lips of his cunt. Baptiste 
was grunting but he was finding it very difficult to 
force his cock into the narrow hole. He thrust forward 
a little harder and his big black cock forced Damon's 
arse lips to open wider. Baptiste's huge black cock 
entered the young white man as Damon let out a shrill 
cry of pain. He felt as if he was being split wide 
open. 

Baptiste gave a smile of pleasure, still the smile not 
reaching his cold eyes, and he forced a little more of 
his thick cock into the screaming man's body. The black 
man loved to fuck men's holes. He'd never found one yet 
that could take his thick cock without screaming their 
head off from the pain. Damon was no exception to this 
rule and Baptiste thrust forward again as the shrill 
shrieks of pain rang in his ears. 

He pulled a little way out and thrust back in again, 
out a little and then back in. Now he'd managed to 
force four inches of his black cock up the white man's 
tight cunt. Damon was screaming and shrieking with 
pain; not from the length, he could take all that 
Baptiste had to offer. It was the thickness of the cock 
that was causing him the pain and he thought that his 
bowels would be split wide open. 

Baptiste continued to thrust in and out. Five inches, 
six inches and then seven inches disappeared into 
Damon's body. His buttocks were flat as Baptiste pushed 
ever deeper and he continued to scream for mercy. 

"PLEASE STOP SIR! OH PLEASE SIR STOP YOU'RE KILLING ME 
SIR! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU SIR DON'T FUCK ME ANYMORE! 
PLEASE SIR STOP YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" Damon was 
screaming. 

Baptiste loved to hear his victims scream and beg for 
mercy whilst he fucked them, it made him feel real 
good. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and 
slammed back hard again. Out and in, out and in as 
eight and then nine inches of beer can thick black cock 
disappeared into the white body of the man he was 
fucking. Baptiste was panting and grunting from the 
efforts he was making whilst sweat poured off his body. 

Damon was in terrible pain. Any thoughts that he would 
enjoy being fucked by this man soon disappeared as his 
intestines stretched to take that thick black cock that 
was driving ever deeper into them. The young soldier 
could do nothing but lay over the bench whilst this big 
black brute of a man fucked the shit out of him. 

Baptiste had been driving in and out of Damon's body 
for almost twenty minutes and still had five inches of 
thick cock to go. He thrust his pelvis forward hard and 
drove in another inch of cock as the sound of a motor 
could be heard outside. Then the engine was switched 
off as Baptiste continued to fuck young Damon. A 
further ten minutes hard fucking and Baptiste had 
buried all fourteen inches of his cock up Damon's cunt 
and his big balls were grinding into the young 
soldier's firm but bloody buttocks. 

Baptiste now pulled thirteen inches of cock out of 
Damon's body and then thrust the lot back in again as 
Damon screamed from the pain. Out he came again and 
then back in, out and in, out and in as Damon screamed 
and shrieked and begged Baptiste to stop. 

Twenty five minutes after hearing the motor stop a door 
in the far wall opened and a naked West African 
appeared. He was smaller than Baptiste, about six feet 
tall, not nearly so muscular and his cock, fully erect, 
was nine inches long and only about three inches thick 
(the only be used in comparison with Baptiste's extra 
thick cock.) The man walked across to where Baptiste 
was fucking Damon and the Liberian paused with his cock 
buried to the hilt up Damon's cunt. 

"Hi Ghankay, I'm pleased that you could make it," 
Baptiste greeted the newcomer. 

"Yeah, see you're well away with the white fucking 
whore. Is what Lee has said about him true, you must 
know as I see you've given him a good whipping?" 
Ghankay asked. 

"Yeah it's true alright. I gave the fucker ten lashes 
to start with and he screamed as he received each one 
earning him and extra ten each time. He had one hundred 
and ten lashes in all." 

"Well let's stop his fucking noise, I could hear him 
screaming his fucking head off as I came in," Ghankay 
said as he went around to where Damon's head was 
hanging over the side of the bench. 

He grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up as he 
held his nine inch cock inches from Damon's face. 

"Suck this you white fucking slut and make sure you 
suck it good," snarled Ghankay as Baptiste started to 
fuck the white man again. 

Damon, wishing that both black men would drop dead, 
opened his mouth and Ghankay shoved his cock in. Then 
Damon began to suck on it and soon had it half way down 
his gullet. He was well used to sucking cocks, both 
from his stay with Lee and Charlie in Hong Kong and 
then his further sea journey, but this was much worse 
as he had a huge thick cock pounding in and out of his 
cunt and hurting him like hell whilst he tried to suck 
on the three inch thick tool that was fucking up and 
down his throat. 

"Come on you white slut, suck my cock harder you 
fucking English whore," panted Ghankay as he continued 
to force his cock deeper down Damon's throat. 

Within five minutes Damon had swallowed all nine inches 
and now his mouth was moving up and down the black 
shaft as he sucked as hard as he could. Baptiste was 
pounding in and out of his hole as hard as he could, 
all fourteen inches of thick cock was now driving all 
the way in and all the way out. 

Ghankay and Baptiste were keeping time with each other 
as they fucked either end of the white man. Ghankay had 
a big grin on his face as he looked at the panting 
stern face of his friend. He did not speak but was 
groaning with pleasure as Damon's mouth worked hard on 
his cock. 

Then Baptiste felt his throbbing cock swell as he drove 
it deep into Damon's bowels. With a loud grunt the 
black man shot a huge load of cum into Damon's guts. 
Damon was pleased as he felt the thick cream inside his 
intestines; he knew that soon his body would be rid of 
that thick cock that was giving him so much pain. 
Baptiste pulled out and drove in again as he shot 
another load of cum in Damon's cunt. 

The young soldier was far too weak to use his arse 
muscle to milk Baptiste's thick cock. He lay sucking 
hard on Ghankay's cock as the black man fucked in and 
out of his mouth. Meanwhile Baptiste pulled out and 
drove back in again giving him yet more cum from his 
big black balls. 

In all Baptiste shot his load five times before his 
balls were empty. Then, after a short rest lying on top 
of Damon with his cock buried to the hilt, Damon pulled 
out. As he pulled his cock out of Damon's cunt Ghankay 
pulled his out of Damon's mouth. The young white man's 
cunt was wide open not having managed to close after 
the beer can thick black cock left it. 

Ghankay was around the back of Damon like a flash. His 
hard nine inch cock was driven straight into the open 
hole and Ghankay did not stop pushing forward until he 
was buried to the hilt. Then, as Damon's love channel 
started to close up and tighten around his three inch 
thick cock, Ghankay started to fuck the young soldier 
as hard as he could. 

Baptiste had not moved to the head of the white man. He 
stood in front of Damon with his huge cock, still 
almost fully hard, dripping cum, shit and blood. 

"Now you white streak of fucking piss you can lick my 
cock clean," Baptiste growled as he held the dripping 
monster under Damon's nose. 

The white man got the full smell of fresh cum, shit and 
blood mixed together. By now he was well used to that 
sort of thing and, truth to tell, enjoyed cleaning 
dirty cocks. He stuck out his tongue and started to 
lick the big fat mushroom shaped cock head. He ran his 
tongue slowly across the purple knob paying particular 
attention to the piss slit that ran across it. 

He dug his tongue in there and licked all the cum and 
shit out as Baptiste groaned with pleasure and Ghankay 
fucked away at his cunt. Then he ran his tongue around 
and down the vein lined black shaft swallowing all the 
muck as he licked it up. His tongue eventually reached 
Baptiste's balls as the black man's cock gradually got 
softer. Once Damon had cleaned the man's cock so that 
it was spotless he opened his mouth and closed it 
around the huge mushroom shaped top and started to suck 
hard on it. 

Ghankay was fucking in and out as hard as he could and 
now Damon was finding the fucking more pleasant. The 
black man's cock, three inches thick, was just about 
the right thickness for the white man to enjoy. He 
started to work his buttocks up and down as Ghankay 
fucked in and out of him. 

"Look the white fucking slut is having a ball, look at 
the way the cunt's working his buttocks," sneered 
Ghankay as he fucked away as hard as he could. 

Baptiste pulled his cock from the white man's mouth and 
held his head up by the hair. He was using his left 
hand to hold Damon's head up and now, using his right 
hand, started to slap the young soldier hard across 
first one cheek and then the other of his face. 

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Went Baptiste's hand as Damon's 
head moved from side to side. 

"You like being fucked don't you whore? You love having 
black cocks up your white fucking cunt don't you slut?" 
Baptiste said punctuating each word with a hard slap. 

Damon's face was deep red from all the smacking and he 
couldn't have answered even if he'd wanted to as his 
teeth was chattering from the battering the sides of 
his face was getting. All the while Ghankay was fucking 
the soldier as hard as he possible could. 

Baptiste let Damon's head drop and moved away from him 
as Ghankay started to shake and tremble. Then the man 
started to shoot his load into Damon's bowels to join 
that of his friend's load of cum. He really unloaded in 
one massive explosion filling Damon's guts with his 
cream as his balls emptied rapidly and he grunted and 
panted with passion. 

Baptiste was not one to hang around once he'd fucked a 
victim. He always pulled out immediately he'd shot his 
load and this time was no exception. Having emptied his 
balls in one huge lustful thrust Baptiste pulled his 
cock out of Damon's cunt. He went around to Damon's 
head and, using the white man's hair, pulled it up so 
that the young soldier could see his still hard black 
cock. It was covered in cum and just the tiniest hint 
of brown and not a sign of any blood. 

"Now you white stinking lump of shit," Ghankay snarled, 
"get my fucking cock cleaned up for me and make a 
fucking good job of it too." 

Damon started to lick the cum off Ghankay's cock and as 
his tongue cleaned the purple cock head and black shaft 
Ghankay was uttering quiet groans of pleasure. 

Then he spoke to Baptiste saying, "Brother I'm fucking 
starving I really need something to eat." 

"I'm ready for a meal myself," Baptiste replied. 

Baptiste called to a guard who came running into the 
room. He rattled off some instructions to him using the 
guard's native tongue. Then the man went hurrying out. 

Damon was now licking Ghankay's big black balls and 
enjoying the task a lot. 

"That was a good idea of yours to tell that fucking 
guard to give this slut a meal and then have him let 
the whore get cleaned up," Ghankay said as he pulled 
his cock away from Damon's face. 

"Yeah we don't want the slut to starve do we," Baptiste 
replied with a chillingly cold laugh. "Come on lets go 
and get our meal," he said putting his arms around his 
friends shoulder. 

Then the two left the room without a backward look at 
Damon. 

The young soldier remained where he was laying across 
the bench for a further twenty minutes. He was too shit 
scared to move. The guard entered through the main door 
and he was carrying a plate of steaming food. He 
indicated to Damon that he should sit at the table and 
eat. 

The Englishman had not realised how hungry he was until 
he started the meal. Then he devoured it very quickly 
whilst the guard stood looking at him with a big 
friendly grin on his face. Having finished eating the 
guard led Damon across the room to one of the several 
doors. He opened it and pushed Damon into the new room 
which turned out to be a bathroom with toilet and 
shower. He indicated to Damon that he could use the 
toilet if he wished. 

Damon sat on the seat and, quite unembarrassed by the 
watcher, had a good shit and a piss. Then the guard 
handed Damon a hosepipe and indicted that he should use 
it to clean his bowels. Once Damon had attended to that 
matter the guard indicated to Damon that he should now 
have a shower and this the young soldier did. 

He soaked under the stream of warm water and used the 
soap lavishly. Despite the uncomfortable feeling he'd 
got whilst the water bounced off his tortured flesh 
Damon felt like a new man as he cleaned himself. Once 
showered the guard allowed him to dry himself and 
Damon, using the towel with great care on his cut and 
bruised skin, got himself dry. 

The guard led Damon back to the table and indicated 
that he should sit down. Then the black man left 
closing the main door behind him. 

Damon sat at the table his whole body aching and 
burning as he waited for Baptiste and Ghankay to 
return. His brain toyed with the idea of trying to 
leave the building but he recalled the rattle of 
gunfire that he had heard when the castrated guard was 
shot. Despite the fact that earlier he had wished 
himself dead, Damon did not risk trying to flee. 

Instead he sat waiting patiently for the Liberian's to 
return. 


CHAPTER FOUR


Damon sat unmoving for another two hours before he 
heard a door opening. Baptiste and Ghankay entered the 
room, Baptiste his usual unsmiling face whilst Ghankay 
had a big smile on his face. They walked across to 
where Damon was sitting and Ghankay spoke to him. 

"You ready for me to play with you slut, you ready for 
this black man to play with you?" he asked with a sneer 
as Baptiste stood by the side of Damon." I have to do 
whatever you say" answered Damon in a low voice with 
his eyes downcast. 

Next minute he was sent sprawling across the floor as 
Baptiste punched him on the side of his face. 

"When you speak to us to say SIR, DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU 
CALL US SIR!" Baptiste shouted angrily as he kicked 
Damon in his balls. "Now stand up you lump of white 
shit and be respectful when you speak to your betters," 
he snapped. 

Damon was lying on the floor bent double with his hands 
holding his painful balls. He had a couple of attempts 
at standing up but did not manage it until his third 
try. He stood in front of the two Africans, dribble 
running from his mouth and tears from his eyes, looking 
a very unhappy young white man. Just then one of the 
guards came running in and handed Baptiste a mobile 
phone. Baptiste moved away from them as he answered the 
call. When he returned his face was like thunder. 

"Shit" he said in English to Ghankay, "I've got to take 
the chopper back to Monrovia, dad's going berserk. I'll 
be back tomorrow morning. Make sure you prepare this 
jerk properly for his nights rest." 

Ghankay did not seem particularly put out by Baptiste's 
news. 

"Don't you worry brother," he replied. "After I've 
played with this white pig for a while I'll make sure 
that he is comfortable for his nights rest." 

As the African said that he uttered a loud cackle of 
mirth as if what he'd said was very funny. 

"No breaking of limbs or cutting bits off him," warned 
Baptiste, "Koffa and Gyude have not played with him 
yet." 

Then Baptiste left the room leaving Ghankay and Damon 
alone together. 

Ghankay went to one of the cupboards and returned 
carrying a box. Then he pressed a button on a control 
box on one of the short posts dotted about the room. 
Once again a metal cable began to be lowered from the 
ceiling. It had a large hook on a swivel attached to 
the chain. 

Ghankay, still not speaking to Damon, pulled one of the 
soldier's arms out in front of him and snapped a 
handcuff around his wrist. Then he grabbed Damon's 
other arm and handcuffed that too after which he placed 
the connecting chain over the hook. He raised the metal 
cable until Damon's arms were stretched out over his 
head and then he stopped the motor. 

He next got a length of thin cord from the box. 
Kneeling in front of Damon he took hold of the 
Englishman's bollocks and started to fondle them. 

"I bet you'd like to knee me in the face wouldn't you 
honky?" Ghankay asked as he played with Damon's balls. 
"But you're a typical gutless white lump of shit that 
likes to dress up in smart uniforms and strut around 
lording it over black trash like me. You haven't the 
nerve to kick out at me you fucking English coward" he 
sneered twisting Damon's balls viciously as he finished 
speaking. 

Damon gasped and yelped as his balls were twisted. 
Ghankay now tied the end of the cord around the base of 
Damon's scrotum making sure that both nuts were in the 
bag. He pulled the cord as tightly as possible so that 
Damon's scrotum was standing out from his body with his 
two balls safely inside. Damon started to tremble as he 
recalled the way the guard had been set up for 
castration. Ghankay had ensured that the knot of the 
cord was level with the seam that ran down the centre 
of the scrotum. 

He now pulled the freed end of the cord over the 
scrotum following the seam and started to knot it on 
the opposite side to the first knot. As he did so he 
pulled very hard on the cord which started to divide 
the scrotum into two halves with a nut in either half. 
He pulled the cord so tight that the two halves were 
stretched to their limit and the soldier's scrotum skin 
was as tight as a drum skin. He then wound the cord 
around the base of Damon's cock once again. 

The young Englishman's cock and balls were now standing 
out from his body and his cock appeared to be totally 
separated from his balls. Ghankay seemed quite pleased 
by his handiwork as Damon groaned due to his balls 
beginning to ache. 

The next thing that Ghankay took from the box was two 
pairs of fetters. He attached one ring of the first 
pair of fetters to Damon's left ankle and then attached 
one ring of the second to his right ankle. He lowered 
the metal cable and unhooked the chain of the handcuffs 
from it. Then he removed the handcuffs from Damon's 
wrists and tossed them to one side. 

"Bend over slut and get your hands down to your 
ankles," the West African ordered. 

Damon, a surge of relief passing through him as he 
realised that he was not going to be castrated, bent 
over as ordered. Then Ghankay attached the second 
fetter of the left one to Damon's left wrist and the 
right hand one to his right wrist. Now the young 
soldier, his balls tightly bound, was manacled in the 
bending position with his wrists attached to his 
ankles. 

Ghankay went to the rear of Damon, knelt down and 
reached through his legs for his bound balls. He had 
taken a short length of thin wire from the box. One end 
of the wire ended in a metal ring whilst the other end 
had a clip. The African fixed the clip into the cord 
that was dividing the two halves of Damon's scrotum. 

Then, making sure that the wire was pulled out from the 
back of the young soldier's legs, he slipped the ring 
over the swivel hook hanging from the metal cable. The 
cable was so low that no pressure was applied to the 
wire and Damon's tied balls hung, like two big 
balloons, between his legs whilst his cock stuck 
straight out from them. 

The West African gave a big grin as he went to the 
control box on the post and pressed the button. Slowly 
the cable started to rise to the ceiling. As it did so 
the wire connecting it to Damon's balls began to 
straighten and tighten. Then it started to be pulled 
upwards towards the ceiling pulling Damon's bollocks 
between his legs so that they were sticking out behind 
him. Then Damon toppled face forwards as his bollocks 
began to be raised upwards. 

The young soldier began to scream in agony as the cable 
went higher and his body was lifted from the floor by 
his bollocks. He shrieked and yelled in pure agony as 
Ghankay allowed the cable to lift him three feet from 
the floor. Damon was now hanging from his bollocks 
which were already stretching alarmingly. His head feet 
and ankles were closest to the ground whilst his 
buttocks were up in the air. The highest point of his 
body, however, was his bollocks and cock as he dangled 
helplessly in the air. 

Ghankay was like a little kid as he danced around the 
screaming young white soldier. He kept pushing him 
around so that young Damon was swinging in a circle by 
his balls as he shrieked and screamed in agony. 

"Does that feel good white scum, do you like your balls 
being stretched?" Ghankay giggled as he kept his 
victim's body on the move. 

Damon was in far too much pain to reply. His balls felt 
as if they were being pulled out from his body by the 
roots. He had never felt such pain as this and it went 
through every nerve in his body. Ghankay now calmed 
down a little and he walked across to the rack of 
canes. He selected a very thin one and returned to 
Damon. 

"Say thank you Sir for stretching my balls for me," 
Ghankay ordered the screaming soldier. 

Damon was in too much pain to say that, he just 
continued to scream. 

THWACK. Ghankay struck Damon across his upturned 
buttocks narrowly missing his cock. The cane bit into 
the young man's flesh leaving a deep thin red line. 

"Be a good boy and say thank you," Ghankay ordered as 
Damon sobbed and screamed. 

THWACK, the cane landed again across the young man's 
buttocks. 

"Say thank you cunt, show how grateful you fucking 
are," Ghankay ordered as he struck him again and again. 

"OW! THANK... YOU... OW! OW! THANK YOU!" young Damon 
managed to scream out after the sixth stroke of the 
cane across his buttocks. 

Now the young soldier had a red mist of pain in front 
of his eyes. His body swung about on his bollocks as 
the African played with him. 

"That's good slut, that's very good but you forgot to 
call me Sir," purred Ghankay. "Now let's see how much 
you enjoy this thrashing which I'm giving you as a 
reminder that you must always be respectful to your 
black masters. After all you are nothing but white 
fucking scum." 

Then he started to cane Damon's buttocks with a rapid 
succession of strokes, nine in all, each one biting 
deeply into the white man's tender flesh and some 
drawing blood. 

"You're fucking white scum, what are you cunt?" panted 
Ghankay as he continued to ply the cane. 

"OW! GOD HELP ME! OW! STOP, OH FUCKING STOP! PLEASE... 
YOU'RE KILLING ME! I'M SCUM, I'M FUCKING SCUM SIR!" 
Damon managed to shout out at last. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Went the cane. 

"White fucking scum, that's what you are. What are you 
honky, what the fuck are you?" Ghankay demanded to know 
as he beat the shit out of Damon. 

"I'M WHITE FUCKING SCUM SIR! OW! I'M WHITE... OW! 
FUCKING... OW! SCUM... OW!  ...SIR!!" shrieked Damon as 
he howled every time the cane landed across his 
battered buttocks. 

They were bleeding freely now as the cane was splitting 
Damon's skin.

"You like having your white arse whipped boy, you like 
the cane do you?" Ghankay asked as his cock throbbed 
with excitement and pleasure. 

"I LIKE IT! OW! SIR... I... OW! LIKE IT SIR... OW! 
THANK YOU. OW! ...SIR!" Damon screamed as the cane 
continued to bite into his raw flesh. 

At last, three quarters of an hour later, after 
goodness knows how many lashes from the cane Ghankay 
stopped his punishing treatment of the young white 
soldier. Damon's buttocks were now a bloody mess whilst 
his bollocks seemed to have stretched beyond anyone's 
imagination as he hung suspended from them in one 
blinding red mist of pain. 

"Shit I'm so horny I'm going to have to fuck you," 
Ghankay said as his throbbing cock leaked a continuous 
dribble of pre-cum. 

He went to the control box and punched the button and 
the metal cable began to lower the soldier. Slowly he 
descended and his feet and hands were the first to 
touch the floor and as the cable lowered further the 
strain was taken off his cock. He was now on the floor 
with his feet, hands and head touching it and his 
bloody buttocks stuck up in the air. 

Ghankay removed the ring from the hook and left it 
attached to the cord around Damon's balls. The young 
English soldier was sobbing with pain and his balls 
were badly swollen from the mistreatment they'd 
received whilst blood ran down the sides of his body 
from the deep cuts across his buttocks. 

Ghankay did not bother about lubricating his erect 
cock. He mounted Damon and thrust his hard weapon 
straight up the young white man's cunt not bothering 
about the blood on Damon's buttocks. One thrust was 
enough for him to bury his cock to the hilt. Then he 
started to fuck in and out of the Englishman's hole. 

"Yeah you dirty fucking white slut you love black men's 
cocks don't you?" Ghankay panted as he fucked away as 
hard as he could. "You want to be fucked don't you 
honky, you fucking white bastards are all male fucking 
whores" he said ramming in and out of Damon's body as 
fast as he could. 

For twenty minutes he fucked Damon like that keeping up 
and endless tirade of abuse. Damon's cunt was still 
aching from the earlier fucking by Baptiste and the 
pain from his buttocks and bollocks was sending him 
crazy. He no longer enjoyed being fucked and he wanted 
Ghankay to stop but he dare not tell him that. He just 
remained in his extremely uncomfortable position as 
Ghankay thrust his cock in and out of his bowels. 

Then Ghankay's balls tightened and his legs started to 
tremble and he rammed his cock all the way into Damon's 
cunt. As he did so he exploded inside the young 
soldier's bowels filling Damon's guts with his cum. For 
once the black man was not shouting expletives, rather 
he was panting, grunting and groaning as he shot a 
second load of cum into young Damon and then managed a 
third load of his juice into the young soldier. 

Ghankay never wasted time leaving his cock in a cunt 
once he'd shot his load. This time was no different, he 
pulled out of Damon's body and stood by the young white 
man with his cock dripping cum. He bent down and 
released Damon's hands from the cuffs and gave him a 
kick which knocked him over. 

"Now kneel and lick my cock clean you cum loving 
fucking miserable shit of an English soldier," the 
black man snarled. 

Damon, still in agonising pain from his buttocks and 
balls, knelt in front of his tormentor and started to 
lick his cock clean. 

"That's it you cock sucker get my big black cock 
spotless. Take my cum and swallow it down your honky 
fucking throat," Ghankay said as he watched with an 
amused expression on hi face as Damon licked all the 
cum off it. 

"When you've finished licking my cock I've got to tuck 
you up in bed," chuckled Ghankay. "You're going to have 
a busy day tomorrow because Koffa and Gyude as well as 
Baptiste will all be playing with you as will I of 
course." 

Damon had finished licking Ghankay's cock clean and the 
West African gave him a hard kick. 

"What have you forgotten to say cunt, come on you 
fucking white whore show respect to your betters" he 
snapped. 

"Thank you Sir for fucking me and for letting me clean 
your cock with my tongue Sir," Damon replied in a voice 
as humble as he could possibly make it. 

All the poor young soldier wanted now was to be allowed 
to go to bed and have a good nights rest. 

To one side of the room was a wooden platform about 
twelve feet long and four feet wide. Across the foot 
and the head was round poles mounted on posts either 
end. The right hand side of each post had a large metal 
wheel fixed to the pole that extended through the post. 
The metal wheels each had a small handle sticking out 
to make the turning easier. 

The rear pole had a rope wound around it and the rope 
was suspended from the ceiling through a pulley. The 
other end of the rope had a hook on it and dangled down 
over the bench. The pole across the top of the bench 
had two ropes wound around it, one either end. Each 
rope lay loosely on the bench and the free ends were 
attached to single handcuffs. Also above the bench two 
thin metal wires hung down. The end of each wire 
finished in a metal spring clip. 

"Go and lay down on that bench over there on your back, 
that's your bed for the night," Ghankay said as Damon's 
heart sank. 

As he walked slowly, oh so slowly, across to the bench 
he realised that he was not in for an easy night. He 
looked back at Ghankay who was following him and for a 
moment a feeling of madness came over him as he 
contemplated attacking and, hopefully, killing the 
black man. Maybe Ghankay realised what he was thinking 
because he called out softly, "Try it whore, just try 
it you white fucking scum." 

The moment passed and Damon resigned himself to his 
fate. He climbed onto the bench and lay down on his 
back. Ghankay positioned his victim so that Damon's 
ankles were about a foot away from the bottom cross 
post and level with heavy metal fetters attached to 
either side of the bench. He snapped the fetters shut 
around Damon's ankles and then moved to the top of the 
bench. 

"Put your arms over your head," grunted Ghankay and as 
Damon obeyed he grabbed the soldier's right wrist. 

Then he pulled down the single cuff attached to the 
right hand rope. It was not long enough to reach his 
victim's limb so Ghankay went to the wheel and turned 
it unwinding some more of the rope. This time he was 
able to cuff Damon's right wrist and quickly did the 
same to the soldier's left wrist as both ropes had 
unwound when the wheel had been turned. Ghankay 
returned to the wheel and started to turn it in the 
opposite direction and soon all the slack in the ropes 
had been taken up. He continued to turn it as Damon 
started to groan because his arms were now being 
stretched up towards the cross post.

Still Ghankay turned the wheel and now Damon's arms 
were trembling from the strain being placed on them and 
the black man pushed down a brake that prevented the 
wheel from moving. Because Damon's ankles had been 
fettered to the side of the bench and there was no play 
in the fetters, when the wheel had been stretching 
Damon's arms it had also been stretching his whole body 
and the soldier's muscles could be seen twitching and 
trembling as the strain on his body never relaxed. 

Ghankay now pushed a button on a control box on a 
nearby post. The two wires from the ceiling slowly 
lowered until the spring clips were resting on Damon's 
chest. Ghankay smiled at the soldier as he picked up 
one of the clips and pressed the spring to open the 
metal jaws. 

"You'll love this soldier, this will certainly make you 
sit up. Oh I forgot, you aren't feeling like sitting up 
at the moment," the black man joked as he closed the 
metal jaws of the left hand side clip around Damon's 
left nipple. 

As the metal jaws closed and dug into the base of the 
young soldier's purple nipple Damon let out a scream of 
pain and then started to moan as it felt as if that 
part of his chest was burning. Ghankay then closed the 
right hand side clip over Damon's right nipple making 
the young Englishman scream out again before he lapsed 
into his moans. Once the nipple clamps were secured 
Ghankay pressed the button again and the metal wires 
started to rise up towards the ceiling. As Damon 
squealed with pain the African allowed the wires to 
rise until the soldier's nipples were being stretched 
upwards by the clamps. 

Ghankay now picked up the hook that was hanging from 
the rope over the pulley. He pulled the hook towards 
Damon's badly abused bollocks. The thin cord was still 
in place together with the wire and the metal ring. He 
placed the ring over the hook and went to the wheel at 
the foot of the bench. Then he started to turn it. The 
rope began to wind back on the post and, as it did so, 
it pulled the wire attached to Damon's bollocks 
upwards. 

Still Ghankay turned the wheel and now the young 
soldier's bollocks and cock began to be pulled up 
towards the ceiling. Damon started to scream loudly as 
more pain ran through his badly abused private parts 
but Ghankay still turned the wheel. He did not stop 
until Damon's buttocks had been lifted clear of the 
bench by his bollocks. Then Ghankay put the brake on 
the wheel so that it could not move. Damon was 
screaming and crying as the pain from his stretched 
balls became unbearable. 

The West African returned to the control box on the 
post and pressed the button again. Once more the metal 
wires started to rise up towards the ceiling stretching 
Damon's nipples even more. The poor soldier was already 
screaming from the pain from his bollocks. This was 
just more pain to add to his total misery. Now there 
was clear space between the bench and the upper part of 
Damon's back as he was lifted off it by his nipples. At 
that point Ghankay pressed the button to stop the wires 
being raised any further. 

"If you're lucky fuck bag your bollocks and nipples 
will stretch so much that you will be resting back on 
the bench. Anyway have a good night and I'll see you 
with the others in the morning," Ghankay said. 

Then he started to walk away from the bench calling to 
the guard as he went. The guard came running and 
Ghankay gave him some terse instructions and then he 
left the room by one of the far doors. The guard went 
out of the main door and locked it behind him after 
first switching out all the lights. 

Damon was left suspended over the bench by his bollocks 
and nipples whilst his whole body was being stretched 
lengthways. All that could be heard in the darkness was 
his moans and sobs of pain. 

And that is how Damon spent his first night as a guest 
of his new Liberian friends. 


CHAPTER 5


At ten o'clock the following morning Ghankay walked 
into the room where Damon had been left by him the 
night before. As he entered he switched on the lights. 

Damon, still suspended by his bollocks and his nipples, 
was moaning quietly although his body was now numb from 
pain. He'd not had a very good nights rest although, 
surprisingly enough, he had fallen asleep from time to 
time but never for longer than one hour at a time. 
Ghankay approached him and examined his cock, balls and 
nipples very closely. 

"Morning whore, did you have a good nights rest?" he 
asked the moaning young soldier. 

"Yes thank you Sir," Damon managed to croak. 

"Hm, the rest will be arriving in about two hours. I'll 
get these fucking bonds off you and then you can use 
the cunting bathroom and after that have something to 
eat. One of the guards will see to your fucking needs," 
Ghankay said as he pressed the button that lowered the 
wire ropes. 

Slowly the wire cable descended and Damon's upper back 
was resting on the bench then, as the cable slackened 
even more, the strain was taken off his nipples. Next 
Ghankay turned the wheel at the foot of the bench and 
Damon's lower back and buttocks slowly sank down on the 
bench. He turned the wheel a little more so that the 
wire from his bollocks slackened off. 

After that Ghankay went to the wheel at the top end of 
the bench and turned it so that the two ropes attached 
to Damon's wrists slackened off and the young soldier's 
body ceased to be stretched. It was a simple job to 
remove the fetters from the Englishman's ankles and 
wrists. Then Ghankay untied the cord from around 
Damon's bollocks and for the first time in many hours 
his scrotum was able to swing free. 

"You'll love this slut," Ghankay grunted as he removed 
the heavy spring clips from Damon's nipples. 

For a moment Damon just lay on the bench and then he 
started to gasp and groan as the blood slowly started 
too fill his nipples. The pain was sharp but lasted 
only a few seconds before the young soldier's nubs were 
full. They stood proudly out from his chest and they 
had certainly been well stretched over the night hours. 
Ghankay grabbed the sore nipples and started to twist 
and tug them as Damon moaned from the pain. 

Whilst he was playing with the young white man's 
swollen nipples the black man called out in one of the 
West African state's many dialects and the heavy main 
doors were opened. An African guard, not one of those 
on duty the previous night, entered and approached 
Ghankay who gave him a stream of instructions. Then 
Ghankay left the main room. 

As he left he called over his shoulder to Damon, "Go 
with the guard you lump of cowardly white shit. The 
fucker speaks a little English and he'll tell you what 
he wants you to do. Make sure you obey him or you'll 
finish with a bayonet up your cunt." 

Chuckling at that Ghankay left the room. 

Damon was taken to the bathroom and allowed to use the 
toilet. Then, like the night before, he had to clean 
his insides with a hosepipe. After that he was allowed 
a shower and then taken back to the main room where he 
was left to stand and wait. Fifteen or so minutes later 
another guard came in with a plate of food for the 
prisoner. He slammed it down on the table and indicated 
that Damon should eat. The young Englishman's cutlery 
was made of plastic but that did not deter him from 
tucking into the meal. The guard went to the main door 
and remained standing there. 

As Damon ate he heard the sound of engines in the 
distance. They got steadily louder until they were 
clearly just outside the building when the engines 
stopped. The guard came back and picked up Damon's 
empty plate and cutlery and walked out of the main 
doors with it. Damon was left sitting at the table 
waiting to meet all four members of the club that had 
bought him. 

At this point it is worth saying something about the 
club. It was not a club at all, Baptiste merely used 
that description to confuse people like Lee who 
sometimes supplied him with victims. The four West 
Africans, Baptiste, Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude were all 
from very rich families, families which ruled Liberia. 
They did not work but their parents gave them a huge 
annual allowance so that they were able to indulge 
their every whim. 

The four had been friends from school days but it had 
not been until they were in their late teens that they 
discovered they all had a penchant for causing pain. 
They were doing military service although in their case 
it was more like play acting because nobody dared give 
them orders or cross them. They heard that a rebel 
soldier had been captured and asked their CO if they 
could question him. Of course the CO did not dare say 
no so they went to the prison where he was being 
questioned by the security police. They too did not 
dare refuse these four men their request and they left 
them with the young prisoner. 

The rebel was only eighteen years old and clearly was 
only a foot soldier who knew nothing of help to the 
government. The security police had already arrived at 
that conclusion and the young man had barely been 
tortured. That was until Baptiste and his three friends 
arrived on the scene. First Koffa held him upright from 
behind whilst Gyude and Baptiste took turns at kicking 
him in his bollocks. As the four Liberians were wearing 
full uniform including combat boots it was pretty 
painful for the young soldier. 

Over the course of six hours they broke every limb of 
his body, they gouged out his eyes and pulled every 
tooth from his head. Koffa did for the first time 
something that became his special art. He cut the young 
man's tongue out, not in one piece but bit by bit. At 
the end of six hours the poor rebel soldier was 
unrecognisable but his torturers had not finished yet. 

They had him released into their custody and took him 
away from the prison with them. He could not walk, 
speak or see and, as he was dragged to their military 
vehicle, he left a trail of blood behind him. Even 
seasoned members of the security police were sickened 
by what they saw but they did not dare interfere. 

The four cruel men took the rebel to a holiday home 
that they had on the coast. Over the next two days they 
discovered something else that they all had in common. 
They discovered that they loved to fuck men whom they 
had physically abused. Fortunately for the young rebel 
soldier, because of the earlier terrible treatment he'd 
received, he died before they progressed much beyond 
each one fucking him both up his shit hole and down his 
throat. But that was the start of their 'club'. 

They resigned from the military and spent their days 
seeking out and kidnapping likely victims on whom they 
could practice their arts. They used their considerable 
wealth to bring in victims from other countries. The 
more men they practised on the more extreme became 
their actions until nothing was too evil for them to 
consider doing. They were totally depraved and most 
probably slightly insane. 

These were the men in whom hands Damon now was; the 
first white man they'd ever had and he'd cost them a 
lot of money. They had all agreed that he must be 
allowed to live for many months whilst they gradually 
increased the severity of his treatment. If, by some 
accident or because of some action of his, Damon was to 
die prematurely then that would be hard luck. But at 
least they would know what not to do in similar 
circumstances in the future. 

The far door opened and Baptiste entered closely 
followed by Ghankay. Behind him came two more black men 
walking side by side. They were of similar build and 
appearance to Ghankay although probably three years 
older than him. One of them had a circumcised cock 
which was already fully erect. It was eight inches long 
and about two inches thick. The second one had a semi 
hard cock. Even though not fully erect it was already 
seven inches in length and more than three inches 
thick. They walked swiftly across to where Damon was 
sitting but, fortunately for him, the young Englishman 
quickly stood up as they approached him. 

Ignoring Damon completely they started to talk among 
themselves using English as they spoke. What Damon had 
not realised was that English was the official language 
of Liberia although most of the uneducated population 
used one of more than twenty three different dialects 
that was spoken in that country. 

His bollocks look pretty swollen," one of the new 
arrivals remarked. 

He was the one with the larger cock. 

"That's because he's been hanging from them Koffa," 
Ghankay replied with a laugh. "What do you think of his 
nipples? That's after only one night having them 
stretched." 

The other new arrival, obviously Gyude, started to pull 
and twist Damon's sore and swollen nipples as the young 
soldier tried hard not to make a sound. 

"Hm they need a lot more treatment they're not nearly 
big enough yet," Gyude said. 

"Come on guys let's stop pissing around. I want to 
start playing with this bastard," Baptiste said as his 
cold eyes stared unblinkingly at the white man with not 
a hint of pity in them. 

"Well I want to fuck him," Koffa stated, "I'm as horny 
as hell already." 

"So do I," Gyude said rubbing his semi hard cock. 

"Good," Baptiste who was clearly the leader said. 
"Ghankay and myself will see how loudly we can make him 
scream whilst you two either take turns at fucking his 
cunt or give it him from both ends." 

"Both ends," Koffa and Gyude replied in chorus. 

Damon was now shaking with fear. He was scared shitless 
of Baptiste whom he had seen castrate one of his own 
men and then ordered him to be shot. Ghankay clearly 
hated whites but did not seem to have such a cold and 
calculated cruel streak as did his leader. But to have 
both of them 'playing with him' whilst the other two 
fucked him did not sound good news to the young 
soldier. He waited to hear what he was expected to do. 

"I think we should first pull his teeth," Baptiste 
suggested. "If he starts to feel real pain and bites 
down on a cock in his mouth it could be rather a bloody 
affair." 

Gyude looked at Damon. 

"Do you want your teeth removed or can I be sure that 
you will not bite my cock when it's in your mouth?" he 
asked staring hard at Damon with his big black eyes. 

"I'll not bite you Sir, I promise I'll not bite Sir," 
Damon said with a note of urgency in his voice. 

Gyude turned back to the group. 

"I say we leave his teeth for the moment, those can 
come out when we're really pissed off with the white 
slut," he said. 

"Come on Gyude," Koffa said with a chuckle, "admit it 
you love to have teeth running up and down your cock, 
you like that feels." 

"Whatever" answered Gyude, "but I vote his teeth stay 
in for now." 

"Okay guys we're not going to quibble about such minor 
matters but just remember Gyude, if the whore bites 
your cock off you've only yourself to blame," Baptiste 
said. 

"Look what say Koffa and me take turns at fucking his 
cunt, let's say ten minutes at a time" was Gyude's 
answer. "I can always have him give me head when 
there's no danger from his teeth." 

"Right slut get over here with me" snapped Baptiste 
walking across to a small oblong shaped bench. "Lay 
across that lengthways with your fucking feet on the 
ground" he ordered. 

As Damon obeyed the four Africans got busy. They placed 
his feet either end of a spreader bar and closed the 
fetters around his ankles. Then they widened the bar 
until Damon's legs were stretched so far apart that he 
thought he would be split in half. The cheeks of his 
arse were almost flat because of the distance his legs 
had been stretched. Then Koffa, his cock now a 
magnificent ten inches in length, started to lubricate 
his weapon. Meanwhile Gyude had gone to the top end of 
the bench. 

Damon's head was sticking out from the end and Gyude 
buckled a strap that was fixed to the sides of the 
bench across the back of the young soldier's neck so 
that he could not raise it from the surface of the 
bench. Then Gyude began to lubricate his eight inch 
long fuck stick. Ghankay had buckled a strap across the 
middle of Damon's back so that the young man could not 
raise his torso from the bench. Then Baptiste and 
Ghankay pulled out flat wooden planks, rather like 
arms, from either side of the bench. They positioned 
Damon's arms along these wooden planks so that they 
rested on top of them, palm downwards. 

Next they buckled up two sets of straps attached to the 
sides of the wooden arms. One set of straps was buckled 
across Damon's upper arms and one set across the back 
of his wrists so that neither of his arms could be 
lifted. Then Baptiste and Ghankay pulled up chairs and 
sat either side of the bench by the wooden arms. They 
had already set out two small tables on which certain 
tools had been laid. 

"Make sure you two give this white slut a good fucking 
whilst Ghankay and myself make the building ring with 
his screams" said Baptiste in his cold humourless voice 
whilst his huge cock throbbed with excitement at the 
thought of what was to come. 

Koffa and Gyude had agreed between themselves which 
would fuck Damon's cunt first. It was Gyude who would 
take the first ten minute shift and they both reckoned 
that they could fuck the white whore between them for 
more than four hours. Gyude stood behind Damon and 
placed his cock against the young soldier's closed 
cunt. He pressed forward and Damon, intent on avoiding 
a painful entry into his body, relaxed his sphincter 
muscle. Gyude, with a sigh of pleasure, drove his black 
cock into the white man's bowels. 

Baptiste and Ghankay looked at each other and then 
Ghankay said "you first." 

Baptiste took Damon's hand into his and stroked it and 
then started to push it upwards against the joint. 
Damon could not lift his arm to prevent this as it was 
strapped securely down. He started to scream as 
Baptiste exerted more pressure forcing his hand 
backwards towards his wrist. 

"Seems the white lump of shit likes that" Ghankay said 
and started to do the same to Damon's other hand as 
Gyude, all eight inches of his cock up Damon's cunt, 
was fucking in and out of the screaming young white 
soldier. 

For ten painful minutes the pressure was kept on 
Damon's hands as Gyude fucked the shit out of him. Then 
a chimer that had been set up rang and Koffa, his ten 
inch long cock dripping pre-cum from his excitement, 
jumped to his feet. 

"My turn," he said as Gyude pulled his cock out of 
Damon's cunt. 

At the same time Baptiste and Ghankay relaxed the 
pressure on Damon's hands as they let go of them. Koffa 
wasted no time and shoved his ten inch long cock 
straight back up Damon's shit hole. He started to fuck 
him as hard as he could as Damon groaned both from pain 
and pleasure. The pleasure was not going to last long. 
Koffa was ramming his cock in and out of Damon's cunt 
and enjoying the feel of the young soldier's hot hole. 

The two Africans sitting either side of the bench now 
took hold of Damon's thumbs. Baptiste picked up a pair 
of pincers from the table and placed the stainless 
steel jaws around Damon's thumb nail whilst he held 
that digit firmly with his other hand. Damon could not 
see what Baptiste was doing as his head was bobbing up 
and down from the powerful thrusts in and out of his 
cunt by Koffa. Ghankay held Damon's other hand in one 
of his and, using his other hand, started to press the 
young soldier's thumb backwards against the joint. 
Damon, still feeling Koffa's hard cock pounding in and 
out of his intestines, started to scream as the pain 
from his thumb intensified. 

Baptiste gave a thin smile which did not reach his cold 
eyes. 

"Let's hear your roar of approval for this soldier," he 
rasped out. 

Then, using the pliers, he began to pull and twist on 
Damon's thumb nail as he tried to rip it off the young 
man's thumb. 

Then the chimer went off to indicate that another ten 
minutes had passed. Gyude had already taken up his 
position and shoved his cock straight back up the 
screaming white man's cunt. 

Damon was shrieking as part of his nail tore away from 
his flesh and still Ghankay kept up the relentless 
pressure on his other thumb whilst Gyude fucked away at 
his cunt as hard and fast as he could. Then suddenly 
Damon's thumb went back and touched his wrist as the 
pressure from Ghankay's hand forced it out of its 
socket and the young soldier almost passed out. Gyude 
was still fucking in and out of Damon's cunt as 
Baptiste pulled more of the nail away from the flesh of 
his thumb. Damon was shrieking with pain and once again 
the chimer went off. 

Koffa replaced Gyude immediately and shoved all ten 
inches of his cock straight up Damon's shit hole as the 
young soldier shrieked and screamed. 

Baptiste was now twisting the half torn nail around and 
slowly tearing it from the white man's tender flesh. 
Damon was hoarse from shrieking and his body was bathed 
in sweat. The pain from his nail being slowly ripped 
out drowned out the pain from his other disjointed 
thumb. 

Koffa was fucking in and out as hard as he could and 
sweat was pouring from his dark brown body. The more 
Damon portrayed the pain that he was in the harder 
Koffa fucked in and out of him. 

Baptiste twisted the nail some more and now it was 
hanging on by only a few shreds of red flesh. He 
twisted and pulled with the pliers and the young 
Englishman's nail was off. 

Then the chimer went off to indicate that yet another 
ten minutes had passed. Damon was covered in sweat, his 
face was ashen from pain and he had bit his tongue so 
that blood was pouring from his mouth. 

Once again Gyude had taken up position and he shoved 
his cock straight back up young Damon's cunt. 

"Fucking hell that was a good fuck" Koffa remarked, 
"when you ripped his nail off his hole closed like a 
vice around my cock. Shit that really felt good." 

Baptiste had already taken hold of Damon's hand again 
and this time he was exerting pressure on the soldier's 
thumb just the way that Ghankay had done on the other 
thumb. Damon, being fucked once more by Gyude, was 
shrieking and screaming as Ghankay started using 
pincers on his thumb nail, the same thumb that had been 
forced out of it's socket. Now Ghankay and Baptiste had 
reversed roles whilst Gyude was doing the fucking. 

"Yeah you love this don't you scumbag?" Ghankay said 
gloatingly. "You like a bit of pain whilst you're being 
fucked don't you." 

He twisted and pulled and twisted some more as slowly 
Damon's nail was pulled free from the flesh holding it 
in place. Damon was beyond screaming now, his mouth was 
frothing and tears poured from his eyes whilst his 
body, trembling and shaking was covered in sweat. Then 
as Gyude thrust in and out of his cunt, Damon's thumb 
was put out of joint by Baptiste. Still Gyude continued 
fucking the soldier whilst Ghankay worked away at his 
nail. Then, as Damon passed out, the nail came free and 
Ghankay held it up between the jaws of the pincers 
triumphantly. 

Again the chimer went off and Gyude withdrew from the 
unconscious young man's cunt. 

"Shit man his arse muscles really clench when he's 
being fucking hurt bad," Gyude remarked as Koffa 
stopped the chimer. 

"He's a fucking white bastard coward" sneered Ghankay, 
"I've had plenty of Liberian bastards who've not 
screamed at all whilst every finger has been broken." 

"Now Ghankay you tell the truth" Baptiste replied. 
"Admit that you'd ripped their fucking tongues out 
first." 

"Maybe and maybe not," Ghankay retorted, "but this 
fucking white bastard is nothing but a fucking cowardly 
wimp," he said as Damon began to come round. 

Both the young Englishman's hands were swollen now and 
they were throbbing with pain. Damon had never suffered 
this way before and once again he was wishing that he 
was dead. 

Koffa stood up, started the chimer, and shoved his cock 
straight back up Damon's cunt whilst Ghankay and 
Baptiste started to work on his small fingers. Over the 
next twenty minutes they disjointed both fingers and 
also removed the nails whilst Koffa and Gyude fucked 
the shit out of him. 

Damon was making odd sounds but his voice had given up 
on him as he lay firmly secured to the bench. Then 
Baptiste announced that he'd leave the other fingers 
for another day. Damon was too far gone in pain for 
Baptiste's words to have any effect on him. He lay 
being fucked, this time Koffa was back up him, as 
Ghankay and Baptiste sat back for a moment. 

Then Baptiste spoke to Ghankay. 

"Watch this I bet I'll make the white bastard scream 
again," he said with a cruel smile. 

He picked up a knife as Ghankay leaned over to watch. 
The chimer had gone and Gyude had taken his place 
behind Damon and was fucking the shit out of the pain 
filled young soldier's body. Then he drew a neat circle 
with the razor sharp tip of the blade on Damon's 
shoulder blade. The circle was marked out in a thin 
bead of red blood. 

Baptiste picked up a pair of tweezers and peeled the 
skin inside the circle away from the flesh. Now Damon 
had a small circle of red raw flesh showing. He was 
moaning louder now but still his voice was not able to 
raise a scream as Gyude came to an end of his ten 
minutes. 

Koffa was now fucking Damon, fucking him as hard as he 
could, whilst Baptiste, a non smoker, lit up a 
cigarette. He drew hard on the cigarette until the end 
glowed red. Koffa was fucking away at Damon's hole. 
Baptiste slowly lowered the glowing tip of the smoke 
until it was just above the red raw circle of flesh. 
Damon could feel the heat on his raw flesh and his 
shoulder twitched in automatic reaction and then the 
young Englishman let out a thin reedy scream of pain. 

Baptiste had lowered the red hot tip of the cigarette 
and pressed it into the circle of red raw flesh. The 
red turned black as smoke rose from Damon's body and 
the smell of burning flesh pervaded the room. Koffa had 
not missed a stroke whilst this was going on and had 
been fucking poor Damon all the while as hard as he 
could. 

Damon was now blubbering like a young baby. 

"Let me have a go, let me try that Baptiste," Ghankay 
said jumping up and down as the chimer went off once 
more. 

Gyude replaced Koffa and started to fuck the pain 
filled body of the blubbering young white man. 

Baptiste passed the knife to Ghankay keeping hold of 
the burning cigarette. 

"Okay make the circle on his other shoulder blade and 
then I'll give you the cigarette," he said. 

Then Ghankay went to work. The circle he made was 
opposite that of the one Baptiste had done. The 
Liberian took his time as he slowly peeled the skin 
from the flesh. He took a full ten minutes so, once 
again, Koffa and Gyude changed places and Koffa resumed 
his delightful task of fucking the crying white man. 
Ghankay took the burning cigarette from Baptiste. He 
put it between his thick lips and drew on it until the 
tip glowed a bright red. 

Just like Baptiste he took his time as he slowly 
lowered it towards the red raw circle of flesh. Then he 
pressed the cigarette against Damon's flesh and, as the 
flesh turned black and the smell again filled the room, 
Ghankay held it there cackling aloud with pleasure. 
Damon managed to scream but his voice was now very weak 
as his whole body shook with pain. Koffa was thrusting 
in and out of the young man as Damon was on the point 
of passing out once more. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Koffa panted as he started 
to shoot his load up Damon's cunt. 

Damon, filled with pain as he was, still felt the 
African's cream filling his bowels and managed to work 
his arse muscles so that he was milking his rapist. 
This movement was involuntary of course; Damon was in 
no state to think for himself. Koffa just kept fucking 
in and out of the white man as he shot more of his cum 
into Damon's body. Then his balls were empty and he 
pulled his cock out. 

Gyude was back up the poor soldier like a flash and was 
thrusting his cock in and out of the Englishman's cum 
filled hole. He was fucking as hard as he could and 
enjoying the feel of Koffa's cum lubricating his cock 
as he fucked in and out of Damon's cunt. 

"You can forget the chimer boys," Gyude panted as he 
heard it going off. "I'm fucking this bastard until I 
fill him full of my cum." 

Baptiste and Ghankay were watching with interest as 
Gyude fucked in and out. Koffa was at the young 
soldier's head making him lick his cock clean of cum 
and shit. Barely conscious Damon was doing his best 
with his tongue as he felt the other black man's cock 
thrusting in and out of his cunt. Then he felt the 
black cock inside his intestines begin to swell and 
heard Gyude puffing and panting as he thrust in and 
out. Then he felt the black man's warm cream begin to 
fill his bowels. 

Gyude kept driving in and out as his big black cock 
spurted his semen into the white man's cunt. He loved 
the powerful feeling it gave him to know that he was 
fucking this white piece of arse. He did not stop until 
his balls were quite empty and then he pulled his cock 
out. It was covered in cum, both his and Koffa's, but 
there was very little shit on the black fuck stick. 
Gyude moved around to where Damon's tongue was still 
cleaning Koffa's cock. 

"Move over brother I want this white bastard to have my 
cock down his throat," Gyude said and Koffa, his cock 
now nice and clean, moved out of the way. 

Gyude thrust his cum covered cock into Damon's mouth 
and, despite the fact that it was only semi hard now, 
he thrust it straight down Damon's throat. 

"Suck my cock you white bastard, come on you white lump 
of shit suck my cock and suck all our nigger cum off 
it," he snarled as Damon did his best to obey. 

Damon's whole body was full of pain. This young soldier 
who would have done anything to avoid the slightest of 
aches now discovered what real pain was. He had a 
blinding red mist in front of his eyes as Gyude kept 
thrusting his rather soft cock in and out of his 
throat. Damon did his best to keep sucking in the hope 
that the four Africans would now leave him alone. 

About ten minutes elapsed whilst all but Damon and 
Gyude took it easy. Then Gyude, his cock really soft 
now, pulled it out of Damon's aching mouth. He pulled 
up a chair and sprawled in it sitting next to his three 
friends whilst Damon lay sobbing with pain where they 
had left him. The four men discussed what to do next. 
It was 1600 hours and they wanted to while away a 
couple of hours before they went and had a meal. After 
they had eaten they would return and have some sex fun 
with Damon before turning in for the night. 

But what to do for the next two hours? 

"Let's all get a cane, string the bastard up by his 
thumbs and little fingers, the ones we have forced out 
of their sockets, and then cane the shit out of him," 
Ghankay suggested. 

"Yeah and his toes cane be just touching the ground so 
that he will be able to dance around on them as we cane 
him" Koffa said. 

"Okay let's get him off the table and strung up," 
Baptiste said giving the suggestion his approval. 

They released Damon from the table but he was too weak 
to walk. Ghankay solved that problem by dragging him 
across the room by his hair as Damon cried out from the 
pain. They lowered two chains, two of the many, hanging 
from the ceiling. Baptiste in the meantime had got an 
electric drill. Gyude held Damon's hand down on a 
nearby bench whilst Ghankay and Koffa sat on his legs 
and body. Baptiste placed the drill near to the base of 
Damon's thumb, switched it on, and drilled a neat hole 
straight through the flesh and bone so that the end of 
the drill went into the bench beneath the screaming 
young Englishman's thumb. 

"See the fucking white cunt can scream when he wants 
to" Baptiste said in his cold voice as he removed the 
drill from the thumb and pushed a thick wire through 
the hole. 

He passed the drill to Gyude and took his friend's 
place at holding Damon's hand down. 

"Now drill a hole through his little finger," Baptiste 
said and that is exactly what Gyude did. 

He then pushed another piece of thick wire through 
Damon's little finger. 

"Okay get his other hand on the bench now," Baptiste 
ordered. 

"Can I do this one?" Ghankay asked eagerly, "I've never 
drilled through flesh and bone before." 

"Sure thing" Baptiste answered and Gyude passed the 
drill to Ghankay. "Gyude you go and sit on his legs 
now" he said. 

Ghankay then drilled though Damon's thumb and threaded 
a thick wire through the hole. He then passed the drill 
to Koffa and they changed places when Baptiste pointed 
out that Damon had passed out. 

"Not to worry," Baptise went on, "get his little finger 
done and then we'll use the pliers to twist the ends of 
each piece of wire together so that they can be hung 
over the hooks on the chains. If he's not come round by 
then we'll piss over him and that should wake the 
fucker up." 

They formed the four pieces of wire into four loops and 
then hung the two loops on his right hand over one of 
the hooks and the other two over the other hook. Then 
Koffa pressed buttons on a control panel and the chains 
began to be pulled back up to the ceiling. Koffa 
stopped the chains moving when Damon's arms were over 
his head and the wire loops were beginning to take the 
strain of his body. The young soldier was still lying 
on the floor but he was now coming round again. 

As consciousness returned young Damon began to scream, 
the sounds from his throat sounding very hoarse as his 
gullet was sore from his yelling. 

"Get him up Koffa," Baptiste ordered as he saw that the 
young soldier was now conscious. 

Damon's hoarse screams changed to shrieks of pain as 
the chains started to ascend once more. The young 
Englishman's thumbs and little fingers were pulled 
upwards and that made Damon's body start to lift. The 
chains continued relentlessly upwards as Damon howled 
his head off and the four black men grinned as they 
watched. They kept the chains moving until the tips of 
Damon's toes were just touching the floor and then they 
stopped them. 

"Damon we want you to show us black nigger boys just 
how brave a white English soldier is" Baptiste said 
mockingly as he stood in front of the white man looking 
up at his pain wracked face. "We will be leaving here 
to have a meal in just over an hour and a half. Until 
we go we are going to cane you, all four of us will be 
using canes on you and we want you to do some pretty 
dances for us. I hope that you don't disappoint us," 
the African said in a chillingly evil voice. 

All four Liberians now stood around Damon who looked at 
them with pain filled eyes. He was moaning and spittle 
was dribbling from his mouth. His arms were above his 
head suspended from the ceiling by his thumbs and 
little fingers, all of which had been disjointed and 
the nails pulled out. Cum was leaking from his shit 
hole and running down his legs and his bollocks looked 
red and swollen. 

Baptiste was the first to raise his cane and he struck 
Damon a hard blow across his shoulders. He was 
immediately followed by the other three black men and 
they all started to slash Damon's body with the canes. 
Damon started to cry out in a hoarse voice as he tried 
to move away from the blows using his toes to do so. At 
the same time he was leaping up and down as several of 
the strokes from the canes struck his shins and thighs. 

"He's starting to dance real pretty for a white fucking 
bastard," Ghankay crowed as he aimed a blow from the 
cane across Damon's swollen bollocks. 

At the same time Koffa was striking Damon's buttocks 
with his cane whilst Baptiste was concentrating on his 
shoulders and Gyude on his legs. Damon was in agony as 
he jumped about on his toes to try to evade the rain of 
blows. The more violent his movements the more pain he 
got from his thumbs and little fingers as they pulled 
down on the wires that had been put through them. 

There was no relief for Damon as the four big black 
men, their bodies sweating from their efforts, rained 
blow after blow over the white soldier's quivering 
flesh. Deep red lines, many now bleeding, covered Damon 
from the back of his neck down to his heels and from 
the top of his chest down to the bottom of his legs. 

Damon, despite his weakening condition, was still 
jumping around as the canes bit into his flesh. The 
Africans were laughing as they caned him and all their 
cocks were fully erect and throbbing with excitement. 
They were so caught up in the fun that they were having 
with the young soldier that they continued until well 
after six. Baptiste was the first to notice that a big 
clock on the wall showed the time as almost half past 
six. 

"Shit brothers it's fucking 1830," he said as he tossed 
aside his cane. "Let's go and get a fucking meal I'm 
starving after all this exercise." 

"What about this white cunt," Gyude asked looking at 
Damon who was moaning and groaning as he hung from the 
ceiling. 

The others stood looking at him and he was a sight to 
behold. His whole body was a mass of deep red lines 
running with blood. His head was hanging down and his 
mouth was open as he gulped in precious air and snot 
was running from his nose. 

"Thank... you... Sir... thank... you... Sir... thank... 
you... Sir," Damon was managing to gasp out as his 
brain told him that he had to say that if he was to 
avoid further punishment. 

"I'll get one of the guards to get him down and take 
him to get cleaned up. They can feed the fucker as 
well. I want him to be recovered by the time we come 
back to fuck the bastard," Baptiste said. 

"Whilst you're briefing the guard I'll give this white 
fucking bastard a few more strokes of the cane," 
Ghankay said. 

As Baptiste called to a guard who came running in from 
outside Ghankay started to cane Damon again. This time 
he was trying to concentrate on Damon's belly but 
because of the way the young soldier was jumping up and 
down on his toes the cane was also striking his cock 
and balls. Poor Damon was groaning, no longer capable 
of screaming, as the guard was given his orders. The 
black guard, whilst listening to Baptiste, was looking 
at Damon receiving a thrashing with pity in his eyes. 

Baptiste started to move off and Ghankay tossed aside 
the cane and followed behind with Koffa and Gyude. 

The guard pressed the button to lower the chains and 
asked Damon in good English if he was able to stand by 
himself. Damon, in a hoarse and cracked voice, said 
that he thought he could. As gently as possible the 
guard lifted the wires off the hooks and then pressed a 
button to allow the chains to go back up to the 
ceiling. Damon was swaying as he stood unaided by the 
guard. The guard told him to lean on him and led him to 
the bathroom. 

Damon tried to use the toilet but was unable to. The 
guard, apologetically, told Damon that he had to clean 
his insides. The young soldier could not grip the hose 
pipe because of the state of his hands so the guard did 
it for him and his insides were washed out. Then the 
guard ran the shower for him and Damon got under it. He 
could not grip the soap so, once more the guard came to 
his assistance. 

First the black man stripped naked so that his khaki 
shirt and shorts would not get wet. Then he got into 
the shower with Damon and soaped the young man's body 
all over as Damon winced from the stinging pan that 
resulted from this. Then the guard remained by Damon's 
side as the white man washed all the soap off his body. 
Despite all his aches and pains, the terrible throbbing 
from both his hands and the burning sensation where 
Baptiste and Ghankay had pulled his nails and burnt his 
flesh , Damon felt much better as he told the guard 
he'd finished. Then the guard, who was truly very kind, 
gently dried Damon's badly abused body with a towel. 

Damon croaked his thanks as the guard gently dried his 
cock and balls. As Damon felt the man's gentle touch on 
his private parts his cock started to stiffen despite 
the strokes from the cane that it had received. The 
guard smiled up at Damon as he stroked the young man's 
cock with his hand. 

"Hey man I'd love to play with you and we could have a 
great time in bed together but I dare not because if my 
masters found out they'd fucking castrate me and then 
have me shot" the guard whispered to his prisoner. 

Damon simply replied that he understood and thanked the 
man for helping him. He was crying as he spoke, the 
kindness of the guard having affected him badly. 

Then the guard took him back to the main room and told 
him to sit at the table. He left Damon on his own, the 
main door unlocked, and Damon with no restraints to 
stop him from running away. The young soldier just sat 
at the table his mind a blank apart from the terrible 
pains he was feeling from every part of his body. 

Later the guard came back with his meal. The man had 
cut it up into small pieces so Damon was able to use 
his undamaged fingers to pick the food up and eat it. 

Then he waited for the four cruel black men to return. 


CHAPTER SIX


Damon sat waiting for Baptiste and his three friends to 
return. His whole body ached and burned, especially his 
thumbs and little fingers. He started to think that 
maybe if he was to make a dash for freedom the guards 
would shoot him and all his troubles would be over. 

All he could see of his future life would be one of 
ever increasing pain as the four black men tortured his 
pain wracked body. But what if the guards did not kill 
him? Then Baptiste would surely carry out his threat to 
cut off one or both of his feet and he would be in a 
far worse position than he was in at the moment. 

A black cloud of despair filled him as he decided that 
his only way out was to find a way of committing 
suicide, one that he could be sure would succeed. He 
started to look around the room for possible ways of 
carrying out this deed when one of the far doors opened 
and the four black men returned laughing and talking 
together. 

"I hope you're ready for some fun now cunt," Ghankay 
said as he approached the sitting young white man. 
"We're all as horny as hell so you're going to have 
plenty of sex fun." 

Damon, his mind still on suicide, looked at Ghankay 
with pain filled eyes but he did not respond. Next 
moment he was laying on the floor and Koffa and 
Baptiste were kicking his ribs and his bollocks. 

"When your masters enter the room you fucking stand up 
you white lump of shit" Baptiste snarled as he kicked 
the screaming young man once again in his balls. 

"Now get on your fucking hands and knees and kiss our 
feet and say how sorry you are to each one of us" he 
went on still kicking the screaming young man as hard 
as he could. 

Then Koffa and Baptiste stopped kicking him to allow 
the poor young man to get onto his hands and knees. 
Damon, his bollocks hurting like hell as were his ribs, 
managed to get into the required position. He crawled 
across to Baptiste, the nearest black man to him, and 
then he lowered his head and kissed the man's big black 
toes. Then he looked up at his torturer. 

"Please Sir I'm very sorry that I was so disrespectful 
to you Sir," he mumbled and then started to crawl 
across to the next pair of feet, those of Koffa. 

Again he kissed the black man's toes and then repeated 
his apology. 

"Say it again you white fucking scum and this time 
don't fucking mumble. I want to hear you speak 
clearly," Koffa snarled as he kicked Damon in the face. 

"Please Sir I'm very sorry that I was so disrespectful 
to you Sir," Damon said in a louder and much clearer 
voice. 

He then kissed Gyude's toes and apologised to him. 
Finally he crawled across to Ghankay and started to 
kiss his toes. Ghankay lifted his foot. 

"Kiss the bottom of my foot you white miserable 
bastard, lick it as well you whore," Ghankay snapped. 

Damon knew far better than to disobey this order. He 
had no dignity or self respect left anyway. He was just 
white scum and these black men were his masters and he 
knew that now. He kissed the sole of Ghankay's foot and 
then he licked it and continued to lick the foot until 
Ghankay pulled it away from him. Then Damon repeated 
his apology to the last African and remained kneeling 
on his hands and feet. 

"In future cunt when anyone of us enters the room and 
you are not in restraints you will immediately kneel 
down on your hands and knees and wait for our orders," 
Baptiste stated. 

"Not just when we enter but if any guard enters you 
will do that. From now you will never stand upright in 
front of black men unless you are ordered to," Ghankay 
said. 

Baptiste looked at his friend and smiled. For the first 
time the smile reached his eyes. 

"Good idea Ghankay I can see that white fucking scum 
brings the best out of you," he said. 

"Oh shit I need a piss," Gyude said, "I'll only be gone 
a few minutes." 

"Where you going?" Ghankay asked. "We've a perfectly 
good urinal kneeling in front of us. Go on piss in his 
mouth." 

"That's right," Baptiste said, "let the white fucking 
slut have a drink." 

Then he looked at Damon. 

"Have you ever had a drink of piss before?" he asked. 

"Yes Sir," Damon replied "Charlie and Lee sometimes 
made me drink their piss and whilst I was on the boat 
some of the crew members would piss in my mouth Sir." 

"Well here the rules are simple," Baptiste said. "When 
one of us pisses in your mouth you swallow it all. You 
don't spill a drop. If you spill any then the person 
pissing in your mouth will give you ten strokes of the 
cane across the soles of each of your feet." 

"Come on you white whore," Gyude said with urgency in 
his voice, "get my cock into your mouth now or I'm 
likely to piss myself." 

Damon now moved so that he was kneeling up and he 
opened his mouth and closed it around Gyude's black 
cock. He had hardly closed his lips around the thick 
stem when his mouth was full of hot acidic tasting 
piss. He started to swallow as hard as he could as the 
pissed poured into his mouth and down his throat like a 
torrential stream. He did not mind the taste of piss; 
in fact rather like cum he enjoyed it. 

The black man's piss was certainly very strong tasting 
and Damon closed his eyes as he kept swallowing hard. 
Baptiste and Ghankay were watching very closely to make 
sure that not even the slightest dribble of piss 
escaped from his lips. Gyude had not been joking when 
he had said that he was bursting for a piss and his 
strong tasting stream lasted for six minutes. Damon's 
throat was working overtime as he swallowed the lot and 
managed to keep his lips closed tightly around the 
black shaft. At last Gyude's bladder was emptied and 
the flow of piss petered out. 

Gyude placed his black hands around Damon's head. 

"Suck my cock now you white slut, come on you whore 
suck my big black cock," he growled. 

"Hold on Gyude," Baptiste said. "Let's get him into the 
cradle so that we can all have fun." 

For a moment a flash of resentment showed in Gyude's 
eyes and then he pulled his cock from Damon's mouth. 

"Thank you Sir for pissing in my mouth and letting me 
suck your cock Sir," Damon said like a robot as the 
four black men laughed. 

They were pleased at the servility the white man was 
showing them. 

Baptiste walked across to where a 'cradle' hung by four 
chains from the ceiling. 

"Over here whore," he snapped and Damon, back down on 
hands and knees, crawled across to his master like an 
obedient dog. 

Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude, all sporting huge erections, 
brought up the rear. 

Baptiste made Damon lay face up on the canvass sheet 
which had a chain attached at each corner. Once he was 
on it his head and neck overhung the top end and the 
bottom end reached down to his waist. His buttocks and 
legs were hanging over the end and his arms were 
hanging down either side of the cradle. Koffa and Gyude 
each grabbed one of his legs and placed a fetter around 
each ankle. The fetters had a metal hook soldered to 
the outside rim. 

They pulled his legs up in the air at the same time 
pushing them back towards his head until his ankles 
were touching the chains. Then they hooked the fetters 
into a link of each chain so that Damon's legs were 
held up in the air and his buttocks were sticking out 
over the end of the canvass. Whilst Koffa and Gyude had 
been doing this Baptiste and Ghankay at taken hold of 
Damon's arms and placed a fetter around each wrist, 
these fetters also having a metal hook on the outer 
rim. 

Baptiste could not resist twisting Damon's swollen and 
nailess thumb making the young soldier scream. Ghankay, 
a willing learner, quickly did the same to Damon's 
other thumb. Then they pulled Damon's hands up into the 
air as high as they could get them and hooked each 
fetter into a link of the chain. That was all they 
needed to do to have the young white man's body secure 
and accessible for all their desires. 

Damon's hands were throbbing with renewed pain from the 
rough treatment whilst his bollocks and ribs were still 
aching from the latest kicking. He now lay moaning 
whilst waiting the latest sexual abuse that he was 
going to suffer. 

"I want his cock and balls," Koffa said, "I've never 
tasted a white whore's cum and I want that pleasure 
whilst he's still able to produce it." 

Then he gave a chilling laugh. 

"I'm having his cunt," Baptiste announced without 
elaborating further. 

"Well he's already started to suck my cock so he can 
continue where he left off," Gyude said. 

"Shit that only leaves me his fucking nipples," Ghankay 
said disgustedly. 

Then he cheered up. 

"I'd like to put rings in his nipples to make it easier 
to stretch them and maybe give him a nice pattern 
around them. Will that be okay Baptiste?" 

"Sure let's have the white slut screaming a little 
whilst we fuck the bastard silly. It'll be interesting 
to see if Koffa can make the white whore cum whilst 
you're using a bit of torture on the cunt," Baptiste 
said. 

All Damon could do was lay and listen as they decided 
how to use his body. 

"Open slut and start sucking. I want all eight inches 
of my cock down your white fucking throat and I don't 
mind you running your teeth up and down it whilst I 
face fuck you" Gyude said. 

The other three men looked at each other and chuckled 
as they recalled how Gyude had resisted their intention 
to pull out the white man's teeth. 

Baptiste decided that he was not going to use any 
lubricant. The white whore was going to have to get 
used to taking all his fourteen inches of beer can 
thick cock without any grease to make the going easier. 
The black man loved to rough fuck his victims, the 
more...


CHAPTER SEVEN


At 0900 hours the next morning the main door opened and 
the lights were switched on. Damon was groaning with 
pain and his body was covered in sweat. Jallah and 
another black guard, a large burly man of about thirty, 
walked across to where the white man was restrained. 

Jallah did not speak to Damon but addressed the other 
guard in dialect. Then, having lowered him back down 
onto the bench, they started to remove the various 
restraints which was torturing Damon's body. Finally 
they turned the handles to slacken the ropes that were 
stretching his body so cruelly and they removed the 
fetters from his ankles and wrists. They burly guard 
beckoned to Damon to follow him. Damon crawled off the 
platform and stood up on shaky legs as he started to 
walk behind the guard. Next moment he was flat on the 
floor as Jallah kicked him in the back. 

"You crawl white slut, you fucking crawl on your hands 
and knees," the hitherto kind man said with a snarl. 

Jallah was determined not to be caught out again by 
Baptiste or his three friends. Damon, tears flowing 
from his eyes at the man's unexpectedly cruel 
behaviour, started to crawl along on his hands and 
knees. He followed the guard into the bathroom. 

"This guard will attend to you," Jallah said pointing 
to the other black man. "He doesn't speak English so 
you had better watch his signs carefully. He's dying to 
use the fucking cane on you." 

Then Jallah walked out of the room. 

The remaining guard indicated that Damon should use the 
toilet and he did. Then he handed the white man the 
hosepipe and indicated that Damon should clean his 
bowels out. The poor young man could hardly grasp the 
pipe because of the state of his hands but the guard 
did not offer to help him. He managed to get the end 
into his hole as the guard turned on the water. Soon 
his bowels were full and he expelled the contents into 
the toilet bowl. He did this a second time, and then a 
third. As he started to hold the hosepipe in place for 
the fourth and final time it slipped from his fingers 
and fell on the floor. 

The guard was angry and slapped Damon's face several 
times making his head ring from the blows. Then he bent 
down and picked up the hosepipe and shoved it up the 
white soldier's cunt. He pushed it in a full five 
inches before making clear to Damon that he should hold 
it there. Then the guard turned on the tap and watched 
as Damon's belly started to swell. 

Damon was groaning with pain as the water kept flowing 
and his belly got bigger and bigger. The guard was 
laughing as he watched the white soldier's discomfort. 

"You baby, you baby, you baby?" he asked questioningly 
pointed at Damon's ever swelling belly. 

Then the guard turned off the water and Damon, crouched 
over the toilet, pulled the hosepipe out from his arse 
using his painful hands. He expelled the water which 
left his body in a loud powerful whoosh. The water was 
clear and the guard was satisfied as he indicated the 
shower. 

Damon started to walk across to it when, again, he was 
kicked to the floor. The guard placed a big black foot 
on the small of his back and pushed him hard into the 
tiled flooring. Then, removing his foot, the guard 
pointed to the shower and Damon crawled across to it. 
He was allowed to stand up once he was under the shower 
head and he then cleaned himself. When he turned the 
water off the guard tossed him a towel with which he 
dried himself. 

The guard then indicated that Damon should follow him. 
This time the white man got down on his hands and knees 
and crawled behind the burly guard. They returned to 
the main room where Damon was given a plate of food by 
Jallah. The plate was placed on the floor in front of 
him and he had to eat it like a dog whilst the two 
black men stood watching. 

Jallah's face remained grim as he watched the poor 
young white man trying to cope with the food using the 
six fingers of his hands that had not been abused. The 
burly guard had a big grin on his face as he kept 
making comments to Jallah. As he was speaking in 
dialect Damon had no idea what he was saying but it was 
clearly taking the mickey out of him. 

Once he had managed to finish his meal the two guards 
made Damon return to the platform and he was again 
restrained exactly as Baptiste and his friends had 
demonstrated to Jallah the night before. Then the men 
left the room switching the lights out and locking the 
main door behind them. 

In the evening two different guards came and released 
Damon. He crawled to the bathroom and repeated the 
morning's routine. On return to the main room he was 
again fed on the floor before the guards put him back 
on the platform. One of them, the largest of the two, 
seemed to take great pleasure in forcing the butt plug 
back up his aching rectum which was now well and truly 
stretched. As the guard forced it back in his hole the 
black man made some comment to his fellow guard and 
they both started to laugh. 

They left the room after turning out the lights and the 
door was locked behind them. Damon was in terrible 
agony as he hung from his nipples and balls whilst his 
body had been stretched even tighter this time and the 
weights hanging from his thumbs and little fingers felt 
as if they weighed a ton. 

Apart from the two brief periods when he had been 
released by the guards he had hung this way for almost 
twenty four hours and still had another twelve hours at 
least to go. 

Morning came but brought him no relief. Unbeknown to 
him Baptiste had telephoned to tell the guards that 
they were to leave him where he was. The four friends 
would deal with him when they arrived back. 

They arrived back at 1000 hours. One hour later they 
all entered the room laughing and joking together. 
Baptiste looked down at Damon and saw the pain crazed 
look in his eyes. 

"Well white trash have you had a good rest whilst we've 
been away?" he asked. 

Damon did not answer his mind was focused on all the 
pain that he was in. 

"Hey Ghankay did you rip this white fucker's tongue out 
before we left him here?" Baptiste called out to his 
friend. 

"No but if the fucking ignorant white bastard doesn't 
show proper respect and answer when he's spoken to by a 
black man then I will fucking rip it out as obviously 
he's got no use for it," Ghankay replied. 

Damon blinked his eyes a few times as Ghankay's words 
registered in is brain. Then he managed to force some 
words from his mouth. 

"Yes Sir I've had a good rest thank you Sir," he said 
in a voice that was quivering with pain. 

"Well that's good because you've got a busy day ahead 
of you now," Baptiste replied. "We are all as horny as 
hell so there will be plenty of fucking later. First 
you need a good awakening. Ghankay how about dealing 
with his cock whilst he's in this position?" 

Ghankay grinned with delight as he trotted across the 
room to one of the cupboards and came back with the 
various bits he needed. 

"Koffa will you give me a hand?" he asked his friend 
and Koffa readily agreed. 

The other two men now stood close to Ghankay and Koffa 
as they watched with interest how their friend was 
going to deal with Damon's cock. The white man's penis 
was still rigidly hard despite all the pain and torture 
he was suffering. 

"Hold the base of the white bastard's cock real tight 
Koffa," Ghankay requested. 

Then he took a metal spike from the box. The metal 
shaft of the spike was rather thicker than the one used 
to make holes in Damon's nipples. Ghankay pressed the 
sharp pointed spike against Damon's cock just below the 
base of the head. A small bead of blood appeared where 
the spike pierced the flesh. 

"Hold the fucker's cock real tight now Koffa," Ghankay 
said. 

Then he started to press the spike hard forcing it into 
the muscle of the white man's cock shaft as Damon began 
to scream. Blood was running from the wound as Ghankay 
kept the hard pressure on the metal tool and slowly he 
forced it right the way through Damon's cock and the 
spike emerged the other side. Then Ghankay, giving a 
cruel smile as his cock throbbed with pleasure, pushed 
hard on the spike until the entire thick metal shaft 
had passed through Damon's cock. He did not stop 
pressing until the base of the handle was touching the 
flesh where the spike had first entered. Then he pulled 
the spike in and out a few times to make sure that the 
hole was nice and wide. 

Damon was screaming with pain and, at long last, his 
cock had started to shrivel until it was only a quarter 
of it's fully erect size. Ghankay was not worried now 
as the spike was through the man's penis and the hole 
had been made. He reached into the box and pulled out a 
very thick metal ring one end of which could be pushed 
into the other end to make a perfect circle. It was 
open at present. Ghankay now pulled the spike from 
Damon's bloody cock and inserted the open end of the 
ring into the hole. Then he fiddled around as his 
fingers got covered in the white man's blood and 
managed to get the end to come out of the hole the 
other side. 

He quickly pushed it into the other end of the ring. 
Koffa had taken out the soldering iron and flax from 
the box. He'd switched on the iron the end of which was 
now white hot. He handed Ghankay the solder and the 
iron and the black man quickly ran it around the join 
of the two ends of the ring so that they could no 
longer be pulled apart. In doing so the metal ring 
heated up and began to burn poor Damon's cock and it 
was at this point that the white man passed...


CHAPTER EIGHT


At the end of two hours the four Liberians stood up. 
They had all had a few beers and were quite merry and 
were laughing and joking as they walked back to where 
young Damon was still strapped down on the table. 

"I fucking like this ring I stuck through his cock," 
Ghankay said laughingly as he put his finger through it 
and pulled it upwards making Damon's soft cock stand 
up. 

"That will come in useful when we fix him up at 
nights," Koffa remarked. We won't need to use the wire 
around his balls." 

"That gives me an idea," Ghankay said. "Maybe tomorrow 
I can put a big ring through the bottom of his ball bag 
and then we can stretch his bollocks in one direction 
and his cock in another." 

"Shit Ghankay you're turning into a real Ideas Man," 
Baptiste said admiringly. "You can do that to him in 
the morning before we start our day's fun. Now let's 
get the white scumbag unstrapped I'm ready for a few 
hours fucking sex fun." 

Damon throughout these exchanges had been laying 
groaning from the pain. The brands on his body were 
making him feel as if he was on fire. He was now quite 
indifferent to what his torturers were planning but his 
brain was working overtime trying to figure out a way 
to kill himself. He'd do anything now to be free of all 
this pain. 

The Africans unstrapped the young soldier and then 
Ghankay simply pushed him off the table so that he fell 
onto the floor. Damon just lay moaning at their feet. 
Suddenly Ghankay spoke. 

"Hey guys you know what the white bastard hasn't done. 
The fucker hasn't been at all respectful to us." 

"What do you mean?" Gyude asked with a puzzled look on 
his face whilst Baptiste just stood there with a faint 
smile on his face. 

"Did the white whore say thank you after you branded 
him?" Ghankay demanded to know. 

"Well no he didn't," Gyude replied "but he wasn't 
really in any state to do that now was he Ghankay?" 

"I didn't hear him say thank you when we finished 
stretching his cock and balls with the weights. Did any 
of you hear him say thank you?" Ghankay demanded to 
know. 

They all agreed that Damon had been very disrespectful 
to them all not just once but at least twice that day. 
He must be punished for that, there was no way he could 
be permitted to get away with showing disrespect to his 
black masters. 

Then Baptiste spoke. "You can punish him but me I want 
to start a sex session. I'd rather punish him at the 
end that is if he's in any fit state for such treatment 
once we've finished with him for the day." 

Baptiste was the boss and the other three paid careful 
attention to his views. They agreed to leave the 
punishment until later. Then Baptiste outlined the way 
Damon was to be set up as the white man lay at their 
feet. 

"We put straps around his waist and around his chest. 
Make sure they are done up real tight. Then we hook him 
upside down to two of the cables. The cables will hook 
into the rings on the straps. This allows us to move 
him up or down depending on whether or not we are 
fucking him or fisting the fucker's cunt. Attach cables 
to manacles around his ankles using the cables that are 
fixed to the opposite walls so that his legs are 
stretched as far apart as we can possibly get them. Now 
I want those twenty four pound weights to be hung back 
onto his cock and balls. He might as well have a 
stretching whilst he's enjoying the way we play with 
him," Baptiste said. 

"Let's attach weights to the rings in his nipples as 
well," Koffa suggest, "maybe we can use the five pound 
weights to stretch them." 

"What about his hands?" Ghankay asked. "They'll just be 
hanging down." 

"Good thinking" replied Baptiste, "Fix wall cables to 
his thumbs and little fingers and see how far we can 
stretch his arms." 

"Shit guys I'm almost shooting my load just thinking 
about the way this white slut is going to be strung 
out," Gyude said excitedly. 

"When we've finished fucking the cunt how about giving 
our guards a treat. I want Jallah in particular to fuck 
this bastard. I think the black bastard is going soft 
and we might have to dispense with his services." 
Baptiste gave a chill laugh as he said that. 

Then the four black men got busy. The first thing they 
did was to place the straps around Damon's waist and 
his chest. They made certain that the upper strap 
missed his nipples so pushed it tight under his arm 
pits. The straps were fastened so tightly that Damon 
could hardly breathe. Then they lowered two cables from 
the ceiling and hooked them into metal rings on the 
straps. Damon was lying face down on floor. Then the 
cables were raised lifting Damon upwards. At about 
waist height they stopped the cable moving. 

Damon's feet and hands were almost touching the floor 
but not for long. They pulled some long ropes across 
the room from opposite walls the ropes had manacles 
attached to the ends and they snapped them shut around 
the young soldier's ankles. The other ends of the rope 
were attached to winches on the walls about four feet 
from the ground. 

The winches were rather like fishing reels and the rope 
could be wound in and out. A brake on them stopped the 
rope moving once the desired length had been reached. 
Koffa and Gyude started to wind the winches winding the 
ropes back in. As they did so Damon's legs were pulled 
outwards and upwards towards the opposite walls. 

They kept winding as Damon started to groan louder. 
Baptiste was waving them to continue as the young 
soldier's legs were stretched wide open and his 
buttocks almost disappeared as they flattened under the 
strain. Then Baptiste raised his hand and the brakes 
were put on the winches. Now Damon's legs were waist 
high and almost at right angles to his body. His cock 
and balls hung down and his man cunt was ready and 
waiting for any invasion that the four men decided to 
make. 

Damon was groaning pitifully as he came to terms with 
this new pain. Now Baptiste and Ghankay had got hold of 
identical ropes. However they exchanged hooks for the 
manacles, each hook being attached to a short length of 
cable. The other end of the short cable was fashioned 
into a ring and the ends of the rope were threaded 
through these rings before being knotted. 

Then the hooks were placed through the wire rings of 
Damon's thumbs and little fingers. Baptiste and Ghankay 
started to reel the ropes in whilst Koffa signalled 
them to continue. Damon's arms were being pulled to the 
opposite walls by the reels and soon he was screaming 
as his thumbs and fingers took the full strain of his 
limbs. Koffa did not signal his friends to stop winding 
until the screaming young soldier's arms were quivering 
from the tension that they were under. 

They then pulled the boxes with the weights across to 
where poor Damon was hanging. It only took a few 
moments for them to hang the two stone weights on to 
his cock and balls setting the poor white man screaming 
once again. His body did not sag under the strain of 
the weights because the belts around him were too tight 
to allow any play in them. 

What did sag, however, or rather stretched, was his 
bollocks and cock as they took the strain of the twenty 
eight pound weights. Gyude and Koffa were now 
underneath Damon attaching the five pound weights to 
his nipple rings. Once they were attached they let go 
of them and the weights dropped to the floor only to be 
brought up with a sharp jerk as the cord ran out and 
Damon's nipples took the full strain. The young white 
man was shrieking with pain once again as Gyude and 
Koffa crawled out from underneath him. 

"Good," said Baptiste as they stood around the man held 
spread eagled about four feet from the ground. "Now I'm 
as horny as hell and I want to sex play with this white 
cunt's body." 

"Are we going to fist him tonight?" Ghankay asked 
eagerly. 

"I thought that if we devoted all tomorrow morning to 
torture and the rest of the day to getting him used to 
having our fists in his cunt up to the elbow that would 
be better. Start it now and we won't really get the 
full pleasure of a prolonged period of fist fucking," 
Baptiste replied. 

"Let's see if we can double fuck him at each end," 
Gyude suggested rather diffidently. 

"Now that is a good suggestion Gyude," Batiste said 
warmly and Gyude looked proud at such praise. 

They drew lots to see who would fuck with who and from 
which ends. Baptiste with his fourteen inch beer can 
thick cock partnered Gyude. That was a lucky draw as 
Gyude's cock was only two inches thick. They also drew 
Damon's cunt to fuck. 

Ghankay and Koffa moved to Damon's head. It was decided 
that Ghankay should let Koffa get his two and a half 
inch thick cock in first. Although it was ten inches 
long they thought that Ghankay would stand a better 
chance of forcing his thicker cock down Damon's throat 
once the gullet had been stretched a bit by the thinner 
one. 

Baptiste told Gyude to get his cock into Damon's cunt 
and try to insert about six inches of it before 
Baptiste would force his far thicker and longer cock 
in. The force of his cock thrusting into Damon's cunt 
would take the remainder of Gyude's eight inches with 
it. They first used a generous amount of lubrication on 
both their cocks and also shoved quite a lot up Damon's 
cunt with their fingers. Gyude stood on a wooden box so 
that he was higher than Baptiste and it meant that 
Baptiste's cock could go in under his. With the far 
longer length of Baptiste's cock, Gyude could straddle 
his friends cock as it was being forced into the white 
man's cunt. 

Now things get complicated as all four men were 
attacking both ends of Damon at the same time. I will 
try and keep abreast of each lot of action as it takes 
place. 

Koffa placed his cock head against Damon's mouth whilst 
the white man groaned and whimpered due to the pain 
from all his limbs and also from his cock, balls and 
nipples. 

"Come on you white slut get your mouth round my cock 
and swallow the fucking thing" he said as he stood side 
way on to Damon's head. 

Ghankay was standing the other side watching carefully 
as Damon started to suck and swallow Koffa's long black 
snake. Damon's body suddenly moved forward as Gyude 
shoved his eight inch cock up the young man's white 
cunt. The black man thrust his cock straight the way in 
until he had inserted about six inches. By now Damon 
had swallowed half of Koffa's cock and was sucking hard 
on it trying to forget all his aches and pains. 

Ghankay now pushed his cock head against Damon's mouth, 
the mouth that was full of Koffa's cock. 

"Come on your fucking whore get that fucking mouth open 
wider or do you want me to widen it with a knife," 
Ghankay snarled as he tried to force his cock head into 
Damon's mouth. 

Damon strained to get his mouth around Ghankay's cock 
and together with the pressure from the black man the 
cock head entered running along the side of Koffa's 
cock. Poor Damon's mouth felt as if it would split at 
the sides as he tried to take those two big black 
pieces of manhood into this mouth. 

"Hold still Koffa," Ghankay grunted as he forced his 
big cock deeper into Damon's mouth. 

The white soldier's throat began to stretch as the cock 
head entered it alongside of Koffa's black shaft. On 
the outside the shape of the two cocks could be clearly 
defined in Damon's throat as the skin was stretched as 
tight as a drum. Damon was breathing heavily through 
his nose as Ghankay got more of his cock into the white 
soldier's throat. As he thrust forward his cock was now 
pushing Koffa's further in so tight was the fit in 
Damon's throat as the poor young soldier did his best 
to suck on the two slabs of black meat that he was 
swallowing. 

At his rear Baptiste and Gyude had not been idle. With 
six inches of his eight inch cock up Damon's cunt Gyude 
waited whilst Baptiste got ready. 

Baptiste stood behind and slightly below Gyude and 
placed his cock against the rim of Damon's cunt. With 
the cunt lips tight around Gyude's shaft it seemed an 
impossibility for Baptiste to force his cock in. The 
black man knew better! He held on tightly to Gyude's 
hips and then thrust forward with his pelvis. He was 
holding his cock against the white man's cunt lips and 
his knob started to prise them away from the shaft of 
Gyude's cock.

Slowly but surely his cock head forced it's way in as 
Damon's hole stretched ever wider. Sweat was pouring 
off Baptiste's body and he was grunting with pleasure 
as he felt the white man's ring and his friends black 
cock pressing against his own. The feeling that he was 
getting was even better than when he fucked a virgin 
hole. Grunting loudly he pushed harder and, now that 
his cock head had gained entry, he started to slide 
deeper into Damon's body until his knob was pressing 
against the base of Gyude's cock head. 

"Oooh shit man that feels fucking good," Gyude 
exclaimed as he felt his friend's big cock pressing 
against his own. 

The tightness of Damon's intestinal tube was being 
stretched to the limit by the two big cocks. 

"Right man now let's push forward together," Baptiste 
grunted and the two did just that. 

Gyude's cock quickly slid deeper and all eight inches 
was inside Damon's body and his big black balls were 
pressing hard into the white man's flat buttocks. 
Baptiste continued to thrust forward and his cock head 
forced it's way past Gyude's as Gyude groaned with 
delight at the way his fuck pole was being squeezed. 
Baptiste forced eleven inches of his cock into Damon's 
cunt before he could go no further. He was stopped by 
the fact that Gyude was in front of him and he knew 
that he'd have to settle for what he'd got. 

"Let's fuck the white bitch," he grunted to Gyude still 
holding his friends hips tightly. 

Whilst Baptiste and Gyude had been busy fully 
penetrating their victim's cunt the other two black men 
had not been standing idly by. 

They were both beginning to fuck in and out of Damon's 
throat the two cocks working as if they were one. Damon 
kept sucking on the thick lumps of black meat as they 
fucked in and out of his mouth. The harder they fucked 
the deeper they were going until Ghankay's balls were 
being pressed into Damon's cheek.

Still the two friends fucked on together enjoying the 
tightness of Damon's throat and the feel of each others 
cocks rubbing together. Koffa was trying to get the 
last inch of his ten inch cock down the white man's 
throat. With one really hard lunge he managed and now 
both sets of big black balls were being pressed into 
Damon's cheeks. 

The white soldier's eyes were closed as he sucked on 
the two cocks beneath his head. The black men were 
thrusting upwards to get the cocks all the way down his 
throat was they were pressing on the back of his head 
to force it downwards onto their tools. 

All four men were fucking Damon really hard now. The 
weights beneath his body were swinging backwards and 
forwards as they thrust in and out of either end of the 
white soldier. But now Damon's cock was rigid. 

It may have been the pressure from the weights causing 
the blood to engorge the cock; it may have been the 
sensations he was getting from having four cocks 
fucking in and out of his body. Whichever it was 
Damon's cock was rock hard and beginning to leak pre-
cum. The white soldier was becoming inured to the 
terrible pain and his brain seemed to be switching off 
those parts that told him he was hurting leaving only 
his pleasure sensors working. 

The four Liberian's were grunting and groaning as they 
fucked as hard as they could. Their cocks were driving 
in and out of the two respective holes with tremendous 
power. 

Damon's buttocks were trying to push in and out despite 
his legs being spread wide and tied as the two big 
black cocks thrust in and out of his body. He was 
sucking like mad whilst drawing breath in through his 
nose and Koffa and Ghankay were having a great time as 
their cocks rammed in and out of the white man's 
throat. 

Gyude was the first one to start cumming. 

"Shit Baptiste I'm fucking cumming," he grunted, "I 
just can't help myself." 

As he spoke his big cock started spurting filling 
Damon's bowels with his black seed. Baptiste was not 
quite ready to shed his load just yet and kept 
thrusting in and out. As he did so Gyude held his own 
cock still and could feel his friends black pole 
rubbing up and down his cock and it made him feel real 
good. 

Then, one hour and twenty minutes after starting, 
Baptiste started to shoot his own load. His balls let 
forth a torrent of cum joining his friends black seed 
in Damon's bowels. The two black men now rested for a 
moment leaving their big cocks buried deep inside the 
young soldier when Ghankay started to cum down Damon's 
throat. 

The black man was puffing and grunting as he started to 
shoot his load. His cock was well down Damon's gullet 
and his tasty sperm slithered quickly into the white 
man's stomach. Damon sucked really hard on both cocks 
down his throat trying to draw the last traces of cum 
from Ghankay's cock as Baptiste and Gyude withdrew from 
his cunt. 

Both their cocks were covered in their cum but, because 
of the internal cleaning, there was no trace of shit 
mixed with it. Koffa had seen his two friends pull out 
from Damon's cunt and now pulled his cock out of the 
soldier's throat. Ghankay's came out with his. 

"I'm finishing off up his cunt," Koffa panted as he 
moved quickly to Damon's rear. 

Once there he shoved his ten inch long piece of 
magnificent black manhood straight up Damon's rather 
loose cunt. And then he started to fuck him as hard and 
fast as he could. Damon was trying his best to work his 
arse muscles on that wonderful cock up his cunt. 

The white soldier's own cock was throbbing with lustful 
excitement as he was presented with two big black 
cocks, both covered liberally in cum, up close to his 
mouth. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick the 
cum off first one and then the other. His tongue darted 
back and forth between both ensuring that both black 
men had the joint pleasure of their cocks being cleaned 
by a white man's tongue. 

Koffa was still fucking away as hard as he could as 
Ghankay stood watching and giving him encouragement. 

"That's the way Koffa fuck the white cunt silly show 
the white slut how a black man can fuck. Harder my man, 
fuck that white whore harder. Let the cunt have all of 
your black cock" Ghankay was saying as Koffa drove in 
and out of Damon's white cunt. 

He'd been fucking the young soldier's rear for close on 
fifteen minutes when he also started to cum. His balls 
exploded in a torrent of thick black man cream joining 
the sperm that was already filling Damon's bowels. His 
ten inches of cock were fully buried when Koffa began 
to cum. With his cock still spurting generous amounts 
of cum he started to pull out and then slammed back in 
again as Damon licked the two cocks in front of his 
face clean of all the sperm. Having unloaded his balls 
Koffa pulled out from Damon's hole and stood with his 
proud cock dripping sperm. Damon's bowels were so full 
that the semen was seeping out of his hole and dripping 
onto the floor. A big pool of black man's cum was 
beginning to form beneath him. 

Koffa now noticed that Damon's cock was fully erect and 
leaking pre-cum. 

"Hey Baptiste just fucking look at this," he called to 
his friend whose cock was now clean. 

Baptiste came and joined Koffa. 

"Look at the white whore, just see how much the fucking 
white soldier enjoys being fucked by black cocks," he 
said pointing to Damon's hard on. 

Gyude, his cock now clean, and Ghankay came and joined 
the other two. 

"His cock might be fucking hard but what a pitiful 
fucking sight it is," Ghankay sneered, "no wonder white 
women want to be fucked by black studs if that's all 
that their own men can offer them." 

The other three laughed. 

"That might be true but I'm still going to suck the 
cunt off before we're through," Koffa said smacking his 
big thick red lips. 

"I'm calling the guards now," Baptiste said, "It's time 
they had a bit of recreation." 

He called out and both guards came running in. Jallah 
was not one of them. It turned out that Jallah would 
not be on duty until the following morning. The two 
guards who did come in were both well built guys in 
their twenties. As Baptiste spoke to them the front of 
their shorts began to tent. They both quickly dropped 
their shorts and one of them, the youngest, also 
dropped his boxer shorts. The other was not wearing 
underwear. As with so many Africans they were extremely 
well endowed. Their big cocks were fully erect and 
throbbing with excitement. 

Baptiste spoke in English. 

"Fuck the English white pig now and fuck him as hard as 
you can." 

Then he repeated it in dialect as the two guards faces 
beamed with pleasure. The older went to Damon's head 
and thrust his big cock against the white man's lips. 
Damon licked off some of the pre-cum from the piss slit 
and then took the cock into his mouth. The guard lost 
no time as he thrust his cock down Damon's well used 
throat and soon the white man was sucking contentedly 
on the lovely black pole that was driving in and out of 
him. 

The other guard asked Baptiste a question as he pointed 
to the can of lubricant on a nearby table. Baptiste 
replied shaking his head. Clearly he'd told the guard 
that lubricant was not necessary. And it wasn't of 
course because Damon's hole was full of cum. 

The man took up position behind the white soldier and 
pressed his big cock head against Damon's cunt and then 
thrust forward. With no trouble at all his black fuck 
stick drove in and within seconds his big black balls 
were banging against Damon's flat buttocks. Then he too 
started to fuck the man as hard as he could. 

The two guards were soon working to a similar rhythm. 
As one drove into his mouth the other drove into his 
cunt and then both pulled out and then drove back in 
again. The weights under Damon's bodies were swinging 
wildly from the violent movement of his body backwards 
and forwards. Damon was sucking the cock down his 
throat as hard as he could whilst he was doing his best 
to work his buttocks and arse muscles on the other 
black cock plunging in and out of his cunt. 

The four friends were watching the action as they 
guzzled beer. Every now and then one or the other would 
shout advice to the guards in their local dialect. 

The guards had been fucking Damon for twenty minutes 
when the man fucking his cunt started to cum. He shot 
his load of cum deep down in Damon's bowels as the 
black cock hungry white soldier did his best to squeeze 
every drop out of the man's cock with his arse muscles. 
Then, within seconds of his comrade cumming, the man 
fucking Damon's mouth also started to shoot his load. 
His cock began to spurt just as he was thrusting it 
back down Damon's throat so a large amount of cum 
landed on the white man's tongue. Damon sucked hard as 
he drew more cum from the black cock whilst he 
swallowed at the same time. He felt the black man's cum 
begin to slither down his throat as he wallowed in the 
heady taste of the strong black seed. 

Grunting hard the guard pulled his cock up from Damon's 
throat and then drove straight down again as he shot 
another load of cum from his balls accompanied by the 
cheers of the four black friends. The man turned his 
head and grinned at the cheering men. His big white 
teeth were gleaming in his shining brown face. He 
slowly pulled his cock from Damon's throat as the white 
man kept sucking madly. Alas the guard's big black 
balls were empty. The man who had been fucking his cunt 
had also withdrawn his cock and Damon's hole was left 
gaping wide as streams of cum ran from it to join the 
pool on the floor. 

Then Baptiste spoke sharply to the two guards and they 
quickly donned their shorts and shirts. They gathered 
up their weapons that were leaning against the wall and 
went running outside through the main door to continue 
about their duties. They were both happy men. 

"Shit look at the mess the white slut has made on the 
floor," Koffa said as he pointed to the pool of cum. 

"No problem," replied Ghankay, "the white whore has got 
a fucking tongue. He should make short work of cleaning 
that up once he's back on the floor." 

Damon heard the exchange and knew that, for the moment 
at least, his pleasure was over. Despite that, his cock 
was still rock hard and the sensation of weights from 
his balls, cock and nipples was beginning to feel good. 
The pain, although acute, was an erotic pain. It was 
not like that caused by whips or burns or having his 
fingers physically abused. It was a pain that sent his 
whole body tingling and allowed his brain to blot out 
the other aches that he was suffering. 

Baptiste put down the empty bottle of beer having 
drained the last drop. 

"Shit I need a fucking piss," he remarked and then a 
big smile came over his face. 

Still the smile did not reach his cruel eyes. 

"Hey guys don't you all need a piss?" he asked. 

It was a silly question. They had all been guzzling 
bottles of beer and their bladders were well filled. So 
they all said they did. 

"Well let's give the white whore a real mess to clean 
up with his tongue," Baptiste suggested. "We take turns 
at filling his cunt with our piss. When he's full we 
plug the bastard up and then hang him up by his thumbs. 
We'll play it by ear after that. Leave the weights on 
the cunt though I don't want them removed" Baptiste 
added not realising that they were beginning to have an 
erotic effect on the white man. 

The other three were full of enthusiasm and Ghankay 
grabbed another bottle of beer and started to swig the 
contents down. He was determined that his bladder would 
be full when it came to his turn to piss up the white 
bastard's hole. 

Baptiste started the ball rolling. He thrust his semi 
hard cock straight up Damon's cum lubricated cunt as 
the white soldier gave a short grunt of pleasure. He 
buried all fourteen inches deep inside Damon's body 
whilst Gyude ran across to get a butt plug from a 
cupboard. As he returned Baptiste had already started 
to piss. His hot stream of urine started to fill 
Damon's guts and it felt real good to the Englishman. 
The feel of that beer can thick cock pissing into his 
bowels was making Damon's head swim with pleasure and 
his weighted cock was throbbing madly. Baptiste had not 
been kidding about needing a piss and it took him a 
good five minutes to empty his bladder and Damon's 
belly began to swell from the load of urine in it. 

"Ready Koffa," Baptiste said and Koffa quickly stood 
close to his friend. 

His cock was rigid both from the piss and the 
excitement and, as Baptiste pulled his cock out of 
Damon's hole, Koffa shoved his black pole straight back 
in. Much to the men's credit hardly a drop of 
Baptiste's piss escaped from Damon's cunt during the 
change over. 

Koffa now began to empty his over full bladder into 
Damon. Again the feel of hot piss filling his guts was 
giving Damon a huge erotic kick. But as Koffa pissed 
Damon's belly began to fill. His stomach was now very 
swollen and the skin was beginning to stretch. It was 
starting to hurt Damon and his groans of pleasure was 
changing to moans of pain. Koffa emptied his bladder 
and warned Ghankay that he was ready for the change 
over. 

Ghankay had swigged down yet another bottle of beer 
during this period and his own bladder felt as if it 
was ready to burst. His nine inch long cock was as hard 
as rock as he stood close by waiting for Koffa to 
withdraw. 

Koffa pulled out and Ghankay thrust in and, once more, 
the change over was perfect with not a drop of piss 
escaping from Damon's cunt. 

"Now you white bastard you're doing the job that all 
whites do well. You're acting as a black man's urinal" 
Ghankay said as he buried his cock to the hilt in the 
moaning white man. 

Then he started to piss. His hot stream of piss shot 
out of his cock and began to make it's way into Damon's 
stomach and now the poor soldier's belly was becoming 
bloated. It was drum tight and still swelling as 
Ghankay kept up his stream of hot piss. The strain on 
Damon's belly was becoming unbearable and he was sure 
that something must give. Ghankay had no such worries, 
he kept pissing for a full six minutes until at last 
his bladder was empty. 

Damon's belly was now so distended that his belly 
button had flattened out. There was no longer any sign 
of a belly button hole and Gyude had still to piss. 

"Ready Gyude?" Baptiste asked and his friend said that 
he was. 

As Baptiste pulled his cock out Gyude thrust his in. 
This time the change over was not quite so good and 
some of the piss poured out of Damon's cunt as Ghankay 
withdrew his cock. The flow was quickly stemmed as 
Gyude plugged the hole with his eight inch fuck pole. 
He thrust it in as far as it would go and then started 
to piss. Damon was now in agony as his belly threatened 
to burst. 

"No more please Sir, no more Sir I beg," Damon gasped, 
the first words he'd really spoken for several hours. 

"Shut up you dirty white fucking toilet, keep your 
mouth shut or I'll fill it with my shit," spat Ghankay 
and Damon quickly stopped speaking. 

Gyude's bladder did not contain as much piss as his 
friends and after two minutes it was empty. 

Somewhat ashamed he warned his friends to be ready with 
the butt plug. 

"We should really have the guards empty their bladder 
into him. He could become a public toilet," Ghankay 
remarked. 

"No," Baptiste said firmly, "the guards have had enough 
fun for today. We keep this one to ourselves" he added. 

Koffa had got the butt plug ready and, as Gyude removed 
his cock from Damon's cunt, Koffa shoved the butt plug 
in to replace it. The flange opened up once it was 
through the white man's hole and not a drop of piss was 
able to pass through the tight seal. 

Damon's belly was swollen and hurting like hell as the 
four Africans began to remove the manacles from his 
ankles and the hooks from his hands and then they 
started to lower him towards the floor. He finished up 
lying face down on top of the weights which were still 
attached to his cock, balls, and nipples. Without 
wasting a moment Ghankay lowered a cable from the 
ceiling and the hook was quickly inserted into the 
wires through his fingers and thumbs. 

Then the cable was retracted and Damon's arms were 
pulled above his head. As the hook went higher his body 
was raised from the floor by his thumbs and little 
fingers until he was standing upright on his toes with 
his arms stretched above his head and the weights 
swinging from his cock, balls and nipples. 

Damon's cock was still rock hard though his eyes were 
filled with pain and his face was screwed up in agony. 

The four men circled Damon making sure not to stand in 
the pool of cum on the floor. 

"Looks as if the white bastard's pregnant," Gyude 
observed. 

"Yeah I wonder which of us is the father," giggled 
Koffa. 

"Could be one of the guards has fathered the white 
whore's baby," Ghankay observed. 

"Fucking hell this white cunting soldier is a real 
slut. Sounds as if he's been giving his cunt to any 
black cock that goes near it," Gyude said laughingly. 

Only Baptiste did not join in the banter as he looked 
at the terribly swollen belly of the white soldier. 
Then he went up very close to the white man and stared 
him straight in the eyes. Damon looked back at those 
very cruel black eyes that were staring into his. 

"Why did you not show proper respect when we branded 
you?" Baptiste asked in a very cold voice that sent 
shivers running down Damon's spine. 

"I'm sorry Sir Master," he said in a voice that 
trembled, "I was in so much pain Sir Master that I 
forgot." 

"Well maybe this will help you to remember in future. 
You must tell me if it will," Baptiste replied as he 
clenched his fist and then drove it the short distance 
into Damon's swollen belly. 

Damon, if he'd had any food inside him, would certainly 
have vomited on the spot. As it was his face turned a 
yellow green colour and his mouth kept opening and 
closing as he tried desperately to get air into his 
lungs. The other three men sensing that Baptiste was 
going to teach the white whore a lesson for not showing 
proper respect closed around the two men and waited to 
see what would happen next. 

As Baptiste waited for Damon to recover from the brutal 
punch he continued to stare at the white man with his 
cold and pitiless eyes. 

The Damon managed at last to speak. 

"Yes Sir Master it will help me to remember. Thank you 
Sir Master," he managed to gasp out. 

"I'm not sure that it is enough. Don't you think that I 
should do it again?" enquired Baptiste. 

"It's enough Sir Master, I've learnt my lesson Sir 
Master," Damon managed to say. 

Then Baptiste punched him just as hard again in his 
swollen belly and Damon's mouth opened wide as his legs 
tried to reach up to his belly in an attempt to relieve 
the pain. 

"I don't think you've really learnt your lesson yet 
slut, you still think you're one of our white bosses 
don't you?" Baptiste asked still in the same low cruel 
voice. 

His friends were all grinning but did not speak. 

Again Baptiste waited for Damon to recover. When he saw 
that the man was breathing normally again he spoke once 
more. 

"I asked you a question pig and I want a fucking 
answer," Baptiste said. 

"No Sir Master I'm not a white boss Sir Master I belong 
to you and I'm nothing but white trash Sir Master," 
Damon answered. 

He would say anything to try and avoid anymore of those 
terrible punches to his swollen belly. Or would he? 

"I think that your were disrespectful four times when 
being branded and twice when having the weights 
attached. Now that means that I should punch six more 
times but, as you failed to correct your error until it 
was pointed out to you I think I should double your 
punishment. Now white pig do you agree that I should 
punch you twelve more times in your belly. Or maybe I 
should let my friends join in and each of us punch you 
three times. I leave it to you to decide. Tell me in 
the next minute because after that each minute I wait 
will add another four punches to the total," Baptiste 
said and then stood back to await the result of his 
ultimatum. 

Damon was now between the devil and the deep blue sea 
but he couldn't waste time thinking about his answer he 
had to reply now. 

"You all take turns Sir Master," he replied as tears 
ran down his face. 

Damon had now learnt that sometimes no matter what 
reply he gave it would finish up with him being hurt. 

"Good that's what we'll do then," Baptiste said well 
satisfied with the way things had gone. "Just one more 
thing slut after each punch you will thank the man 
punching you for teaching you to respect your betters. 
Failure to do so will result in your punishment being 
doubled," he said ominously. 

While all this had been happening poor Damon's stomach 
had remained terribly distended and aching. The punches 
in his guts that he' already received had not helped 
matters at all. Already there were big yellow blotches 
on his skin apart from where his belly had been branded 
and that was a black and purple mess. 

"Now guys we each have a punch and between each punch 
we wait for the whore to recover and say thank you. 
Once he has shown his overdue respect the next one will 
deliver the blow. Make sure each punch is hard. If his 
guts burst well just too bad. Now lets go in the 
following order me, then Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude." 

Baptiste stood slightly back, clenched his fist again, 
and drove it hard into Damon's belly. Once again the 
poor soldier was left gasping for air unable to do 
anything to relieve the terrible pain. As he recovered 
Damon managed to speak. 

"Thank you Sir Master for teaching me to respect my 
betters," he said. 

Baptiste moved to one side and Ghankay took his place. 
He licked his lips and then drove his hard fist into 
Damon's swollen belly. The result was the same, Damon 
gasping for air trying to move his body to relieve the 
pain but unable to because of the way he was hanging. 
Then, after a few moments, he was able to speak. 

"Thank you Sir for teaching me to respect my betters," 
he said. 

As Ghankay moved to one side he looked annoyed whilst 
Baptiste had a little smirk on his face. Both men had 
noted the absence of 'Master' when Damon had spoken to 
Ghankay. 

Koffa now drove his fist into Damon's belly and waited 
to hear the white man thank him. Damon obliged but 
again did not use the term 'master' to him. 

And so it went on. One after the other the black men 
meted out the punishment to Damon. After each blow the 
young soldier thanked them in the way he had been told. 
All the men now noted that Damon always called Baptiste 
'Sir Master' whereas he dropped the word master when 
addressing the rest. 

Twelve painful punches later and the punishment was 
over. Damon's distended belly was a mass of yellow, 
blue and green coloured bruises. Fortunately for him 
(or unfortunately depending on your point of view) his 
guts had not burst under the onslaught. 

"Take the weights off the cunt and then we'll remove 
the butt plug," Baptiste order in a brusque tone of 
voice. 

As they were removing the butt plugs Ghankay voiced the 
question the others were wondering about. 

"Why the fuck does the slut call you Sir Master when he 
only calls the rest of us Sir?" he asked Baptiste. 

Baptiste looked at Ghankay coolly. 

"Maybe you should ask the white whore that question not 
me," he replied. 

Ghankay stood in front of Damon. 

"I want a straight answer to this question you white 
fucking cunt," Ghankay said as he reached down and 
grabbed Damon's balls which no longer had the weights 
attached to them, "or I'll crush your fucking nuts so 
you're be speaking in a very high voice." 

As he said that he squeezed Damon's nuts so hard that 
the white man let out a whoosh of air from his lungs. 
Then Ghankay relaxed the pressure. 

"Why do you call Baptiste 'Sir Master' and only call 
the rest of us 'Sir'," he asked. 

Damon looked Ghankay straight in the eye. Despite all 
his pain, his suffering and all the abuse he'd been 
subjected to a flicker of spirit still lingered in his 
body. 

"Because he is your boss Sir, he's the one in charge. 
He is my Master just like he's your master too Sir," 
Damon answered and Ghankay was sure that the white man 
had a mocking look in his eyes. 

"Take his butt plug out," he snapped at Gyude as he 
turned away from Damon. 

Baptiste stood looking at Ghankay with a small smile 
playing around his mouth. He thought to himself that 
Ghankay had shown a weakness there. If Damon had said 
that to him he'd have knocked his teeth down his 
throat. 

Gyude quickly went behind Damon and took hold of the 
big ring sticking out from his butt. He was about to 
pull on it when Koffa gave him some advice. 

"Best stand to one side of the white slut or you'll be 
covered in piss and cum when you pull the plug out" 
Gyude's friend said. 

Hastily Gyude moved to stand by Damon's side and then 
he started to pull on the butt plug. Suddenly it came 
out with a loud slurping sound. As it was pulled out 
Damon's arse exploded. It was like a volcano exploding 
as piss and cum shot out of the hole. All four black 
men hopped backwards as the piss and cum started to 
form a lake on the floor. Damon's toes were in the 
liquid mess and there was nothing that he could do 
about that. Once his bowels were empty Damon's swollen 
belly went down and the terrible pains he'd been having 
faded away. 

Then his arms were lowered and he was released from the 
hooks. He immediately got down on his hands and knees 
and looked up at Baptiste. 

"Thank you Sir Master and thank you Sirs for pissing up 
my cunt and filling my belly," he said. 

"I think the white whore should call us all Sir, he 
doesn't need to call you 'Master' as well Baptiste," 
Ghankay said. 

"Forget it Ghankay I like being called that by the 
white scumbag," Baptiste replied in that low cruel 
voice that could chill you. 

Ghankay knew when to stop and that moment had arrived. 

"Hey guys" he said with a laugh "let's get the white 
bastard housecleaning." 

"Well said Ghankay and you can supervise the slut" 
Baptiste retorted by way of a peace offering to his 
friend. 

Damon was now ordered to start licking all the piss and 
cum up from the floor. There was nothing that he could 
do about that and anyway what the fuck did it matter to 
him what he did. He was no longer a real person he was 
just the toy of these black men and he had to obey 
them. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick and 
slowly cleaned up the piss and cum. 

After a short while the four Liberian's got pissed off 
with watching him and called to one of the guards. He 
was given the task of making sure that Damon finished 
his job and then he was to take him for his nightly 
clean up. The guard would then feed him but the plate 
would always be given to him on the floor. When that 
was over the guard was to call Baptiste so that they 
could bed the white slut down for the night. 

It was getting late now and the four friends went off 
to eat. Two hours later the guard informed Baptiste 
that Damon was ready to be bedded down. 

Once again he was laid out on the platform. All the 
usual restraints were attached to his limbs. His 
nipples were attached to the ceiling ropes but there 
was a slight change when it came to his bollocks. The 
hook from the ceiling was attached to the ring through 
the shaft of his cock. Then he was lifted off the 
platform by his nipples and cock whilst the rest of his 
body was stretched painfully between the two ends of 
the platform. Once the men were satisfied that he was 
bedded down in the way they wanted they left him to his 
thoughts. 

As they walked out Baptiste said to his friends in a 
voice he meant Damon to overhear. 

"Tomorrow morning I want to start work on his toes. 
Fist fucking is the plan for the rest of the day." 

Then they all left the room switching off the lights as 
they left. Once again Damon was alone stretched out and 
hanging from his balls and cocks. He hurt all over but 
his brain came to the rescue again. It concentrated on 
the way his cock felt, that erotic sensual feeling he'd 
had when the weights were hanging from it. Damon's cock 
stiffened and throbbed as it started to leak pre-cum. 
Slowly all his other aches and pains faded into the 
background and he started to doze the night away with a 
cock much stiffer than it had ever been in his life 
before." 


CHAPTER NINE


Morning came and the first things that happened was 
that Baptiste entered the room alone. The main door 
opened and two guards entered, one of them being 
Jallah. 

They stood just inside the door waiting whilst Baptiste 
examined Damon very carefully. He seemed very pleased 
with what he saw although he looked slightly puzzled as 
he saw that that white soldier, despite being suspended 
by his cock among other things, was sporting a huge 
hard on and his belly was covered in pre-cum that must 
have been leaking from him all night. 

Then Baptiste gave Jallah his orders. 

"Get this white scum down, take him to the bathroom and 
let him attend to his needs. Make sure he cleans 
himself out thoroughly. Feed the white cunt and then 
tell me when he's finished. Now go and get on with it," 
he ordered. 

Then Baptiste turned on his heel and went back the way 
he had come in. 

Jallah carried out his orders to the letter keeping his 
conversation with Damon to short sentences telling him 
what to do. The two guards removed all the restraints 
from Damon and Jallah was clearly upset by this task as 
tears could be seen glistening in his eyes. Then Damon 
crawled behind them to the bathroom where he carried 
out his necessary ablutions. 

Jallah made him use the hosepipe up his rectum several 
times until the water ran out of him pure and clear. 
After a shower Damon crawled back into the main room. 
He was left sitting on the floor whilst the guards went 
off to get his meal. This was given to him on the 
floor. Jallah then used a mobile telephone to tell 
Baptiste that Damon was now ready for him. 

Baptiste and his three friends, Ghankay, Koffa and 
Gyude, were not long in entering the room and Jallah 
and the other guard started to leave through the main 
door. 

"Stay here Jallah I will be needing your help shortly," 
snapped Baptiste and the guard obeyed him. 

As the four men had entered the room Damon, who had 
been sitting quietly on the floor nursing all his 
terrible aches and pains, quickly moved so that he was 
kneeling on his hands and knees. 

"Soldier we have another real fun packed day in store 
for you," Baptiste informed the white man. 

Damon's heart sank as he heard those words. He had a 
good idea of what was likely to happen as he'd heard 
Baptiste outlining the day's activities the night 
before. What Damon did not know was that the four 
friends had decided that they did not want him crazy 
from the terrible pain he would suffer once his toes 
had the nails pulled out and were then broken. They 
wanted him alert enough to enjoy the full session of 
fist fucking that they had planned. 

Baptiste ordered Jallah to bring the other guard in. 
Then he rattled a string of orders out to the man and 
the guard went running out with a huge smile on his 
face. Jallah remained where he was. 

Next Baptiste ordered Damon to lay across the bench. 
The same one that had been used to punish Jallah. He 
made the white man lay lengthwise on it with his feet 
on the ground, his buttocks sticking over the edge and 
the rest of his body lying over the top of the bench. 
Damon's arms hung down either side. 

"We are not going to tie you down. You will remain in 
position no matter how much you feel like moving," 
Baptiste told the white soldier. "If you move off the 
bench, if you lift your feet off the floor, if you try 
any evasive action at all then you will receive ten 
times what you are about to get. Do you understand that 
whore?" 

Damon had listened carefully to Baptiste as he remained 
at the black man's feet on his hands and knees. 

"Yes Sir Master I understand," the white soldier 
replied. 

Koffa, Baptiste and Gyude were standing listening as 
well. All three men looked puzzled as they wondered 
what Baptiste was up to. Now their leader decided to 
tell them. 

"You know that I said I thought Jallah was going soft. 
Well this is to test him. If he fails this test then we 
will deal with the fucker later," he said. 

His friends started to grin as they knew that Baptiste 
could be relied on to put on a good show. 

"Jallah go to the cupboard and bring back the whip with 
the thin wire thong. The one with the barbs on it," 
Baptiste called over to the guard. 

Jallah, still not suspecting that he was going to be 
tested, got the whip from the cupboard and brought it 
back to Baptiste. 

The other three black men licked their lips with 
pleasure as Baptiste took the whip from the guard. They 
had used it themselves a couple of times on victims and 
knew how it could rip and tear the skin and flesh. 

"Now Jallah would you like to help me?" Baptiste purred 
in a silky voice. 

"Yes master of course I would," replied the 
unsuspecting black man. 

"I want you to give that white fucking heap of shit 
twenty lashes with this whip. I want you to lash him 
from his shoulders down to his waist and I want to hear 
the fucker screaming after each blow" Baptiste said as 
he handed Jallah the whip. 

"But... but... master... but," Jallah started to 
stammer only for Baptiste to interrupt him. 

"Are you refusing my order Jallah, don't you wish to 
serve us anymore?" Baptiste asked sweetly. 

"I will obey you master, I just wanted to ask whether I 
should whip him over his buttocks as well," the black 
guard lied. 

"Don't fucking touch his buttocks, shoulders to waist 
that's all," Baptiste replied knowing only too well 
that Jallah had lied to him. 

Turning back to Damon Baptiste repeated his warning. 

"Move off that bench or try to evade the whip and you 
will receive two hundred extra lashes of the whip. One 
hundred on your back and the rest on your front" 
Baptiste warned the shaking young soldier. 

Damon wished that he had been tied down on the bench. 
He was scared shitless that he would move whilst 
receiving the whipping. It was not that Damon was 
really a coward; the poor young soldier had been 
kidnapped off the streets in Hong Kong, tortured and 
turned into a whore there and it was there that he 
discovered that he just could not withstand real pain. 

Still pretty bemused he'd arrived as a prisoner in 
Liberia where, without a moment to acclimatise himself, 
he had been subjected to the most horrific torture. 
Very few men would have been able to act differently to 
the way young Damon had behaved. Now he was expected 
not to move whilst he was whipped by a barbed wire 
whip. 

Jallah gritted his teeth as he raised his arm. He knew 
that if he was to survive he must whip Damon with all 
the force that he could muster. It was now every man 
for himself and Jallah most certainly did not owe the 
white whore anything. In fact if that white cunt had 
not made eyes at him in the bathroom the other night 
Jallah would not now be in this predicament. 

The shiny thin metal thong with it's bright metal barbs 
glittered in the strong electric light. Then Jallah 
brought his arm down and the whip whistled through the 
air and cut into Damon's shoulders. As Jallah pulled it 
back the barbs tore tiny lumps of flesh from the white 
man's body and Damon screamed in agony. 

Jallah was sweating now. He felt really sick as he saw 
the effect that just one stroke of the whip had had on 
the young white soldier. But he had to carry on, it was 
him or the white man and he was going to make sure that 
it was not him. He raised the whip and brought it 
hissing down again. This time it struck Damon across 
the small of his back tearing more lumps of flesh out 
as Jallah pulled it back. 

Damon's back now had to deep red lines across it, both 
lines dotted with blobs of blood where the flesh had 
been torn out. Damon was screaming and his fists were 
clenching and unclenching but the young soldier 
remained on the bench. Fear of the consequences can be 
a powerful deterrent to disobedience! 

Again Jallah wielded the whip and then again and again. 
Baptiste was watching closely and could see that the 
guard was putting all his strength into the blows. 
Damon was shrieking and screaming and his back was a 
bloody mess. Yet, after six strokes from the whip, he 
still remained over the bench. 

Jallah licked his lips as he brought that fearsome thin 
metal thong down once again. Now the front of the black 
man's shorts were tented as Jallah's cock became fully 
erect. Wielding the whip was having a very erotic 
effect on the man. 

Seven, eight, nine ten terrible strokes of the whip 
slashed across young Damon's back. The floor was 
speckled with bloody lumps of red flesh that had been 
torn out of the white man's body. 

"Make sure that these last two strokes are harder than 
any you've administered so far," Baptiste ordered 
Jallah noting with approval the tent in the front of 
the man's khaki shorts and the damp dark spot on them 
where the man's cock had been leaking pre-cum. 

Jallah raised the whip high and as he brought it 
whistling down through the air he gave a little jump to 
add to the force of the blow. The wire barbed thong 
wrapped itself around the middle of Damon's body and 
then came away with several more lumps of the man's 
flesh. Damon was shrieking and screaming as he was now 
lying in a pool of his own blood. But the young soldier 
managed to remain on top of the bench with his feet 
planted firmly on the floor. 

The final stroke was landed with just as much force. 
This time once more across Damon's shoulders. The poor 
young man almost passed out from the pain but over the 
past few days he'd received so much of it that his body 
was becoming accustomed to the physical abuse. 

Then it was over and Damon had managed to remain on top 
of the bench. 

The white man in a voice shaking with pain managed to 
blurt out, "Thank you Sir for whipping me." 

Baptiste dismissed the guard and sent him outside 
telling him to clean the metal whip and then put it 
back where it had come from. 

"Fucking awesome," breathed Koffa, "just look at the 
white sluts back. Shit Baptiste you should have let us 
have a go at the cunt," he complained. 

"Don't worry guys we will all have plenty of action 
later," Baptiste assured them. "I wanted to be sure 
about the guard." 

"I don't think we need worry about that fucker," 
laughed Ghankay, "did you see the cunt's shorts. Shit 
he'll be outside wanking himself off or fucking his 
mate right now." 

All the men laughed at that. 

Baptiste now spoke to Damon. 

"Looks as if you're beginning to get some guts at last. 
I guess you're trying to copy black men and stop being 
a white cowardly fucking cunt," he said. Then he went 
on, "get off that bench and pull yourself together." 

Damon slid off the bench the top of which was covered 
in blood and shreds of his flesh. His whole back was 
one terrible mass of pain but he tried his best to 
ignore it. He was learning that so long as his body 
could feel pain then it must be functioning properly. 
He remained at Baptiste's feet kneeling on his hands 
and knees. 

"We now have a little test for you to pass. If you pass 
it okay then your torture for the day will be finished 
and we will start some sex play after a short rest. 
Fail the test and each of us will give you ten strokes 
of the cane on each of your feet," Baptiste said. 

Damon looked at the black man and thought to himself 
that the punishment for failure of the test did not 
seem as extreme as he would have imagined it would be. 
He was soon going to find out his mistake. 

Baptiste called out and one of the guards came running 
in, not Jallah. The guard was asked a question and he 
Baptiste seemed pleased with the answer and sent the 
man back out. Then he said to his friends that the test 
was all ready and ordered Damon to follow them. They 
walked out of the building and for the first time since 
he had arrived at his final destination Damon was able 
to breathe fresh air. He was, of course, crawling on 
hands and knees behind the four laughing Africans. The 
sandy gravelly ground was harsh on his knees but not so 
bad on his hands. They walked across the main yard and 
entered a fenced off enclosure. There was a trench 
running down the middle of the enclosure and smoke was 
rising from the white hot coals that were burning in 
it. 

The trench itself was more than forty feet long (over 
12 metres) and five feet wide (about one and a half 
metres). 

"Okay you fucking white whore stand up," Baptiste 
ordered. 

Damon stood upright and started to tremble as he 
guessed what the test was to be. He saw that in 
addition to his four black owners there were now four 
guards watching one of whom was Jallah. Then two more 
Africans joined the spectators and from their clothing 
it was clear that they were cooks. They were all 
laughing and chattering among themselves when Baptiste 
shouted angrily at them. The noise immediately subsided 
as the watching men stopped their talking. 

"Okay slut this is all you have to do," Baptiste said. 
"You will step into the trench and walk, I repeat walk, 
to the other end. You will then turn round and get down 
on your hands and knees and crawl back to me. That is 
all the test comprises of." 

He looked at the white man his black face stern and 
unsmiling. 

"If you start to run, if you jump out of the trench or 
if you do anything other than walk to one end and crawl 
back to this end again then you fail the test and will 
be treated the way I have already described." 

Baptiste stopped speaking and looked at his friends. 

"Okay guys you all happy with this?" he asked. 

Ghankay now spoke. 

"Yeah Baptiste it's swell as far as it goes. But I 
think that if the white bastard fails the test he 
should be put back in the trench and made to try it 
again. Maybe we give him three attempts although, 
having failed the first, he still has his feet caned 
later." 

"Why not," Baptiste replied, "that's what we'll do 
then." 

He gave Damon a push. 

"Stand by the end of the trench and when I give you the 
word step into it. Make sure you walk and keep walking 
till you reach the other end" the black man ordered. 

Damon now stood at the end of the trench. The slight 
breeze that was blowing was keeping the white hot coals 
glowing and the poor shaking soldier could feel the 
heat on his body as he stood waiting for Baptiste's 
order for him to start walking. 

"GO!" Baptiste shouted. 

To cheering from the spectators Damon stepped onto the 
red hot burning coals. The skin of his feet immediately 
began to blister as he took one pace forward. Then he 
managed another but the pain was too much and, to 
renewed cheering, he jumped out of the trench. His poor 
feet were in a terrible state, the skin black and 
blistered with red cracks. 

"Well you're not so fucking brave after all," Ghankay 
sneered, "now get back in the trench and try again." 

"I can't Sir, I can't there's no way I can get back 
into that trench" Damon cried going down on his knees 
in front of the black man and clasping his hands as if 
in prayer. 

"There fucking well is a way," snarled Ghankay. "Gyude 
come and lend me a hand" he called to his friend and 
Gyude came running over. 

They grabbed Damon by his arms and pulled him to his 
feet. The pain was terrible as Damon's burnt soles 
touched the ground. Then they dragged him back to the 
end of the trench and held him upright facing the hot 
coals. 

"Koffa come and give him a kick up his behind," Ghankay 
called to his comrade. 

Koffa came running up and as Ghankay and Gyude released 
their grip of the white soldier's arms he kicked him 
hard up the rump. Damon went sprawling forward into the 
trench of hot coals. As the black men stood watching 
and rolling about with laughter Damon managed to 
scramble to his feet. He was completely disorientated 
now and started to run down the trench instead of 
jumping out of it. 

With his feet burning he realised his mistake and made 
a leap for the side only to be kicked back in by the 
spectators who had now crowded to the edges of the 
trench. Damon, now crazy from the burning pain, managed 
to crawl out on the opposite side and lay curled up on 
the ground shaking and trembling in the dirt. 

Baptiste now noticed that Jallah the guard was leaving 
the area in a very furtive manner. He whispered 
something to Koffa who started to follow the man at a 
distance. Jallah had not noticed him. 

Gyude and Ghankay walked around to where Damon was 
lying in agony on the ground. He had blisters on his 
legs and also on his arms as well as on his feet which 
were black and bloody. They grabbed the white man by 
his arms and dragged him back to the end of the trench 
and then they pulled him to his feet. It was now as 
much as the young soldier could do to stand upright. 

Just at that moment there was a commotion and Koffa 
returned together with Jallah. Jallah had his arms in 
the air and Koffa was walking behind the guard and he 
was using the guard's gun to prod the man forward. 
Jallah was shouting in dialect to Koffa who snarled 
back at him and the guard fell silent. Koffa marched 
the man right up to where Baptiste was standing next to 
Damon. Damon had slipped down to the ground as standing 
was more than he could do. 

"I caught this bastard just getting on his motor bike 
to leave the compound. The fucker had left his gun 
against the fence," Koffa told Baptiste. 

Before Baptiste could speak Jallah shouted in panic. 

"I was only going to get some beer." 

"You're a fucking liar" Baptiste said. "You know the 
rule, when you're on duty you never leave the compound 
for any reason. You only came on duty this morning so 
you are not due to leave for three days. Now why where 
you leaving?" he asked. 

"To get some beer," Jallah answered as he started to 
shake in fear. 

Baptiste kicked him in the bollocks and as the man 
doubled up in agony he kicked him in the face. 

"You're a cowardly fucking liar Jallah you were going 
to desert otherwise you wouldn't have left your gun 
behind," Baptiste snapped. 

He called to two of the other guards who came and held 
Jallah by his arms. Then Baptiste turned back to Damon. 

"Get on your feet you lump of white shit you've still 
got to walk the coals" he snarled. 

"I can't," wailed Damon, "oh Sir Master I can't stand 
up my feet are too badly burnt." 

"Stand up you fuck pig and stop complaining. Before 
I've finished with you you'll be standing on the stumps 
of your legs where I've cut your fucking feet off" 
Baptiste replied as he lashed out with his foot. 

Damon struggled to his feet as his fear of Baptiste 
overcame the pain. He stood swaying at the edge of the 
trench. The coals were no longer white hot but were 
glowing bright red. A blue smoke heat haze hung above 
them and the heat played on the front of Damon's body. 

"WALK YOU WHITE FUCKING PIG, WALK!" shouted Baptiste 
and such was his power over the white man that Damon 
stepped onto the hot coals in the trench. 

Then, like a madman his eyes bulging and white froth 
coming from his mouth, Damon walked step by step along 
the burning trench. The spectators were cheering and 
hollering, even Koffa and Gyude were joining in, as 
Damon slowly walked the length of the trench and got 
out the other end before collapsing unconscious. Not 
only were his feet terribly burnt but the heat had 
charred his ankles and lower legs. He lay convulsing on 
the ground as the noise of the spectators died down. 

"Use the hose on him Ghankay to bring him round and 
then get one of the guards to take him back inside. 
We've still got administer the white bastard's 
punishment." 

Ghankay rattled out some orders to the guard who was 
not holding Jallah. The man ran and got a hosepipe and 
played it over Damon's body and slowly the white man 
recovered consciousness. Then by kicking Damon the 
guard made him understand that he was to get onto his 
hands and knees and follow him. Every movement that 
Damon made was a movement racked by pain as he managed 
to get off the ground and onto his hands and knees. 
Then he followed the guard with his badly burnt feet 
dragging along the rough ground. 

Baptiste now told the guards to release Jallah. He then 
ordered the man to strip naked. Shaking and trembling 
the black guard obeyed. He gave one of the guards a 
sharp order and the man went running off. Then Baptiste 
bent and picked up Jallah's clothes and tossed them 
into the trench. In seconds they were reduced to ashes. 
Then he waited saying nothing as he eyed the trembling 
black man up and down. 

A few minutes of this and the guard who had left came 
back running with two chains. Each chain had a manacle 
attached to the end and the guard fixed the chains to 
Jallah's upper arms using those manacles to fasten 
them. The other ends of the chains were lying in the 
dirt at Jallah's feet. 

"I think that you Ghankay and you too Koffa could do 
with some exercise. Why don't you take the ends of the 
chains and run along opposite sides of the trench to 
the other end?" he asked. 

Both named men had big broad grins on their faces. 
Jallah started to scream as they picked up the chains. 

"PLEASE MASTER I'M A GOOD SERVANT MASTER I WASN'T GOING 
TO RUN AWAY!" Jallah shrieked as the short chains were 
pulled taut by Ghankay and Koffa. 

Then the two started to run down opposite sides of the 
trench and Jallah was pulled into it onto the hot 
coals. He could not keep his footing and stumbled into 
the trench face down. The hot coals started to blister 
his skin from the ankles up to his chest. His pubic 
hair burnt as he was dragged the length of the trench 
and his balls and cock were getting a roasting. Once 
they reached the far end Koffa and Ghankay turned 
around. 

They dragged Jallah all the way back but this time on 
his back. Once they reached the end of the trench 
Baptiste told his friends to pull the guard out. 
Jallah's body, back and front, was one terrible big 
blister. His skin was peeling in places and he was 
barely conscious. The cooks and guards who had been 
watching were strangely silent as they watched the way 
Jallah had been treated. Baptiste turned away. 

"Tell the guards to lock this black cunt in the cells 
and leave him there until tomorrow," he said to Ghankay 
and the man obeyed. 

As the four friends returned to the main room of the 
building Baptiste was telling them of his plans. 

"We'll have a special day tomorrow. I don't want that 
black bastard around anymore. Tomorrow we will see just 
how long he lasts and the white cunt can watch so he 
knows what his end is likely to be," Baptiste said. 

His friends laughed, albeit nervously. Sometimes 
Baptiste scared the shit out of them. Then they entered 
the main room where Damon was now kneeling on his hands 
and knees waiting for them together with the guard. 
Baptiste dismissed the guard and the man closed the 
door on his way back to his duties. Now Damon was, once 
more, alone with Baptiste Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude. 

"You've failed the test you useless fucking slut," 
Baptiste said as he kicked Damon in the ribs. 

"Yeah you're a fucking cowardly white bastard, I guess 
it has something to do with white cunts genes, you're 
all a load of miserable useless shits," Ghankay sneered 
as he also gave Damon a hard kick. 

"Let's get the whore fixed up for his punishment," 
Baptiste said. 

"Please Sir Master I can't take anymore," whispered 
Damon in a low weak voice. "My feet are all burnt Sir 
Master and I just can't take it anymore." 

Then the young white soldier broke out into a fit of 
crying. 

"We were going to give you ten strokes of the cane on 
each foot is that not correct Damon?" Baptiste asked 
the weeping young man. 

"Stop your fucking snivelling you cowardly white shit 
and answer Baptiste's questions," Ghankay snapped as he 
gave Damon another hard kick. 

"Yes Sir Master you were each going to give me ten 
strokes of the cane on each foot Sir Master," Damon 
said still sobbing his heart out. 

"Well you stupid white fuck pig you failed to thank me 
for allowing you to attempt the test," Baptiste 
snarled. 

"The white bastard's got no respect at all for us 
blacks," Ghankay interjected. 

Baptiste smiled at his henchman then turned back to 
Damon. 

"Instead of ten strokes of the cane from each of us on 
each foot you will now receive fifteen as punishment 
for your lack of respect to your betters," Baptiste 
pronounced. 

Damon collapsed face down on the floor sobbing like a 
young baby. 

Gyude now decided to get in on the act. 

"On your fucking hands and knees you white useless 
bastard. Call yourself a fucking soldier, you're not 
fit to be put in charge of goats let alone other men" 
he snarled and started to kick Damon in his ribs. 

Damon managed to get back on his hands and knees. 

"Okay guys let's get this fucker fixed up so that we 
can carry out his punishment. Then a break for a meal 
and the rest of the day we'll spend seeing how he likes 
being fisted and other things," Baptiste said. 

They made Damon crawl over to a wooden device which 
looked rather like the stocks used to hold people in 
previous centuries. You know the ones where they sit 
one side of the planks and stick their hands and legs 
through holes and then the top of the planks are 
lowered and that holds them in position whilst rotten 
eggs and other shit is slung at them. This device 
however had the planks with the holes on the top 
instead of on the side. 

He did not sit but was made to lay down on the floor 
face up. he was then ordered to put his legs up in the 
air. Koffa and Gyude pulled him into position so that 
his ankles rested in the half circles formed by one of 
the planks. The other plank was wide open and fixed to 
the first by a hinge. Then they closed the second plank 
which also had two half circles. 

As the second plank was closed and padlocked the two 
half circles on each came together trapping Damon's 
ankles. Now his terribly burnt and blistered feet were 
sticking, sole up, one side of the planks whilst his 
ankles and the rest of his body was the other side. The 
wooden device was bolted to the floor so there was no 
possibility of its moving no matter how violently Damon 
threshed about. 

The white soldier was no longer crying but his whole 
body was shaking and trembling because he knew what was 
going to happen and there was nothing at all he could 
do to prevent it. 

Again the four friends drew lots to see in which order 
they would go. Gyude was first, Koffa second then came 
Baptiste and finally Ghankay. 

"Remember we each give him fifteen strokes of the cane 
on one foot and then we do the same to the other. If he 
passes out piss on him, that should bring him round," 
Baptiste said. 

The four black men had each got a bamboo cane. Gyude 
was the first to begin the punishment. He took up 
position so that his cane would strike the sole of 
Damon's left foot. Then he raised the cane and brought 
it swishing down to strike the burnt and blistered 
foot. The blow was vicious; it was as hard as Gyude 
could make it. 

"ARGH!!" Damon screamed in a strangled voice as a 
terrible pain flooded through his body. 

The cane struck a second time, a third and a fourth. 
Now Damon was screaming and screeching endlessly in a 
very ragged voice. Five strokes, six strokes, seven 
then eight. Each separate stroke was administered with 
all the force that Gyude could muster. The black man's 
cock was throbbing with excitement as the ninth stroke 
of the cane drew blood. The next six strokes also drew 
blood and now, after just fifteen strokes of the cane, 
Damon's foot was a bloody mess. That certainly did not 
deter Koffa who now took Gyude's place. 

Koffa also started to cane Damon's foot using all the 
strength he had. As blow after blow landed and Damon's 
foot became more bloody the watches kept poking fun at 
his behaviour. The more that Damon screamed and howled 
the more they took the piss out of him. 

Baptiste was next and he caned Damon in a very clinical 
manner. After each stroke he waited a few moments to 
allow the pain to sink in and also to ensure that Damon 
did not pass out. 

The white man would have loved to have lost 
consciousness but such was not his luck. His brain 
remained active and registered every painful stroke 
that Baptiste administered. 

Finally it was Ghankay's turn and he raised the cane 
eagerly. 

"This is what I'd like to do to every fucking white 
bastard in the world," Ghankay snarled as he started to 
lay into Damon's bleeding burnt and blistered foot with 
a vengeance. 

"I'd castrate the lot of your white fuckers," Ghankay 
snarled as the cane continued to beat down. 

"I'd not only castrate white fucking men, I'd do the 
same to their white fucking whores" he said still 
thrashing Damon as hard as he could. 

"Not just their fucking whores either, I'd fuck all 
their kids, boys and girls, in front of them and then 
cut their fucking throats," he went on as he delivered 
the fifteenth stroke of the cane to Damon's foot. 

"The white fucker has passed out," Koffa announced as 
he started to piss over Damon's face. 

The poor young man was only unconscious for a matter of 
seconds and he came to coughing and spluttering as his 
face was covered in Koffa's hot piss. Ghankay had moved 
around to have a look at Damon. He saw the man's pain 
filled eyes and heard his low mumbling and moaning. 
Then Ghankay hawked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat 
the green and yellow mucus into Damon's face. It landed 
on his mouth and, as Damon lips opened and closed 
because of his painful mumblings, it slithered into his 
mouth and then slowly down his gullet and into his 
stomach. Damon was hurting too much to worry out such 
small matters. 

"What a miserable cowardly white fucking whore you 
are," Ghankay said scornfully. "You've only had one 
foot punished and you're behaving like some new born 
baby." 

Koffa informed Baptiste that Damon was now fully 
conscious and that they could start on his other foot. 
And that is what they did. As Damon renewed his howls 
of pain they each took their turns at caning his right 
foot until, at the end, it was just as big a bloody 
mess as his left foot. 

"Okay guys that's enough for now," Baptiste announced. 
"Let's have a meal and then we will come back to this 
slut." 

"Shit his feet look real painful," Ghankay said 
gleefully as sweat poured from his body due to his 
recent exertions with the cane. 

He had been the last one to give Damon his fifteen 
strokes. 

"I say we get him to his feet and make him stand up 
whilst we go and eat," Ghankay said as his twisted mind 
came up with yet another way of hurting the white man 
whom he hated. 

"Okay we'll do that," replied Baptiste as he began to 
feel a little resentful towards his henchman who now 
seemed to have all the good ideas. "And we will have a 
guard stand over him to make sure he remains standing 
unaided" he said determined to add his own pennyworth. 

Koffa and Gyude, the two minor figures of the group, 
undid the padlock, raised the half plank upwards, and 
dragged Damon away from the stocks. The young white man 
was moaning with pain as he lay on his back on the 
floor. Baptiste called out and a guard came running in 
whilst Ghankay now attended to Damon. 

"On your feet you white scumbag, get up fucking now," 
he ordered kicking Damon several times. 

"I can't Sir, I just can't sir," Damon whispered. 

Then, with Ghankay still kicking him, he managed to sit 
upright. 

"That you Sir Master and thank you Sirs for caning my 
feet," he panted through his waves of pain. 

Baptiste was annoyed as he heard Damon's words. He had 
hoped that the young soldier would once again forget to 
show proper gratitude to them. 

"Stand fucking up or I'll shove the guard's gun up your 
cunt," Ghankay threatened as he kicked Damon's thighs. 

Screwing his face up in agony Daman managed to stand 
upright. The pain from his burnt and beaten feet was 
intense and he swayed as he almost passed out. 

"You will remain standing until we come back and you 
will not remove your feet from the ground" Baptiste 
told Damon. "If the guard calls me because you have not 
obeyed my order then I will break all your toes. I 
might even cut them off and make you eat the fucking 
things for your supper." 

Baptiste rattled a couple more instructions out to the 
guard and then the four men walked off for their meal. 
As they left Ghankay spoke to Damon over his shoulder. 

"Take it easy you white whore when we come back you're 
going to have a few black fists up your cunt. That 
should make a fucking white slut like you happy," he 
said. 

Then the men left the room leaving Damon and the guard 
alone. The guard was one of those men clearly turned on 
by seeing the degradation and suffering that the white 
man was undergoing. His shorts were clearly tented. He 
stood grinning at Damon who was standing swaying. The 
white man was mumbling away to himself driven half 
crazy by the pain. Then the guard took out his black 
tool, surprisingly only around seven inches long fully 
erect, and began slowly to masturbate as he enjoyed 
Damon's pain. For twenty minutes he jerked himself off 
and then, groaning heavily, he shot his load over 
Damon's belly and bollocks. Having relieved himself he 
tucked his cock away and remained watching the 
discomfort of the white man. 

There was no doubt that Baptiste had authorised the 
guard to have a wank and shoot his load over Damon as 
the black man made no effort to clean the soldier up. 
Instead he stood waiting for the four men to return 
with a big satisfied smile on his face. 


CHAPTER TEN


One hour later the four friends returned. Damon was 
still standing flatfooted and in obvious agony. His 
face was screwed up from the pain. The guard's semen 
had dried on his belly and bollocks not that Damon was 
worried about that. 

Baptiste dismissed the guard who left with a big smile 
on his face. 

"You like standing up do you Damon?" Baptiste asked 
pleasantly. 

"Yes Sir Master I like to do anything that you order me 
to do" Damon replied hardly knowing how he was keeping 
upright because of the pain from his tortured feet. 

"Good," said Baptiste sweetly, "then until I tell you 
otherwise you will remain on your feet and walk 
everywhere instead of crawling like a dirty little pig 
which, of course, you are." 

"Thank you Sir Master" Damon answered wishing that the 
black man would drop dead at his feet. 

"Right scumbag we are going to really pleasure you now. 
We will only be using your cunt at first, later we 
might also make use of your mouth as well. Now let's 
get you ready for the fun, come on cunt follow me," 
Baptiste said as he started to walk across the room. 

Damon started to shuffle painfully after him. 

"Pick your feet up you cunt, move about like a fucking 
soldier," Baptiste snapped knowing just how painful 
that would be for poor Damon. 

The young white soldier lifted one foot off the ground 
and put it down a pace ahead and then he lifted the 
other and did the same as he started to walk painfully 
after Baptiste. 

They stopped at a wooden X shaped piece of wood which 
had manacles on all four arms. The manacles could be 
adjusted up or down depending on where they were 
required. The X could also be adjusted so that the arms 
were further apart or closer together depending on the 
wishes of the user. As the X was attached to a stand 
bolted to the floor and the bottom of the X was three 
feet off the floor it could be rotated to stop at any 
point of the compass required. Once at the position 
wanted a simple brake held it firm. 

Koffa and Gyude grabbed Damon and hoisted him into the 
air so that his chest was against the X and his feet 
were three feet off the floor. Baptiste and Ghankay 
quickly fastened manacles around Damon's blistered 
ankles as the young man groaned in pain. They tightened 
the screw that prevented the manacles from moving Then 
Ghankay threw his arms around Damon's body holding him 
in what looked liked a lovers hold. His black chest 
pressed up hard against Damon's white body and his 
black face was close to the back of his victim's head. 

"I bet you'd love me to shove my big black cock up your 
cunt now wouldn't you slut?" Ghankay asked as he 
pressed hard against Damon's body. 

"Yes Sir I would love your big black cock up my cunt 
Sir," Damon replied more than half meaning what he'd 
said. 

Koffa and Gyude had pulled Damon's arms up the upper 
two parts of the X and Baptiste quickly snapped 
manacles around his wrists. 

"Hoist the bastard higher, you Koffa help Ghankay," 
Baptiste said as he tried to slide one of the manacle 
further up the X. 

Koffa and Baptiste between them forced Damon's body as 
high as it would go and his legs were now being 
strained held in place by the manacles. Baptiste 
adjusted one of the upper manacles as Gyude forced the 
young soldier's arm as high as possible and then they 
did the same to his other arm. Once the upper manacles 
were tightened in position all four men stepped back to 
make sure they had got it right. 

Damon was now spread eagled against the X secured to 
each limb of the X by either his wrists or his arms. 
His feet were three feet off the ground and his arms 
and legs were stretched tightly. 

"I think we need to widen the X a little so that his 
legs get spread further apart," Ghankay observed and 
the others agreed. 

Baptiste quickly adjusted the X so that Damon's legs 
were now stretched as wide as possible. Then Baptiste 
and Ghankay together turned the X and did not stop it 
until Damon's head was above the ground and his feet on 
the X bars nearest the ceiling. Gyude then tightened 
the device so that it would not swing any further. Now 
the four men were satisfied. 

They had already decided what they would do and the 
order in which they would do it. Gyude was the first to 
start playing with Damon. Near to them was a large 
cupboard which contained everything that they wanted. 

Gyude took a dildo from the cupboard. It was twenty 
inches long, three inches thick and, at the base of the 
twenty inch shaft, was a large pair of black latex 
balls. 

"See how lucky you are white scumbag," Gyude said as he 
crouched down near Damon's head, "I'm going to fuck you 
for twenty minutes with this black dildo. Just imagine 
it's a big black cock fucking you." 

Gyude put a little KY on the shaft of the dildo then he 
placed the head against Damon's cunt. The position the 
white man was in meant that his cunt was sticking up in 
the air at just the right height for all four men to 
make use of it. It also meant that they were always 
pushing downwards if the going got hard and that gave 
them more power. Damon gave a loud grunt as the dildo 
entered his body and Gyude thrust six inches straight 
into him. 

Then the black man pulled it out a little and thrust it 
back in Damon's hole. Two more inches entered the young 
soldier's body as his cunt lips clung to the lubricated 
sides. Damon was groaning, with pleasure it must be 
admitted, as Gyude pulled the dildo out and shoved it 
back in. Now he'd forced twelve inches of black latex 
rubber into Damon's bowels as the white man's cock was 
fully erect. 

Ghankay saw the reaction that the dildo was having on 
the white man but kept strangely quiet as he licked his 
lips and kept his thoughts to himself. 

Gyude pulled the dildo out and rammed it back in, out 
again and in, out again and in as he fucked young Damon 
ever harder with it. The white soldier was groaning 
loudly as fifteen inches of the toy entered his cunt, 
this was the longest thing he'd ever had up his back 
passage and it was beginning to pain him whilst at the 
same time it was playing magic tricks with his 
prostate. 

Gyude pulled the whole fifteen inches out of Damon's 
bowels, right out of his cunt which remained gaping 
wide. Then he thrust the full length back in again and 
this time forced another inch into Damon's body. 
Sixteen inches was now in the soldier whilst Gyude's 
friends all watched with their cocks fully erect and 
throbbing with excitement. 

"Hurry up Gyude you've only five minutes left in which 
to get the full length of that dildo up the white 
slut's cunt," Baptiste said. 

Gyude grinned and pulled the dildo all the way out and 
slammed it back in again. Out he pulled it and then 
back in, out and in, out and in and his arm was working 
like greased lightning as he fucked young Damon silly 
with the dildo. Still with one minute of his twenty to 
spare Gyude got the last inch of the dildo into Damon's 
body and the big balls were pressing against the young 
soldier's buttocks. Gyude spent that last minute 
fucking the full length of the dildo up and down 
Damon's intestinal tube and the white soldier loved 
every minute of it as his cock throbbed with pleasure 
and delight. 

Koffa took his place. He had chosen a dildo of the same 
length as Gyude's but this one was a full five inches 
thick. If anything was going to stretch Damon's hole 
this would be the one to do it. Koffa put a dab of KY 
on the tip of the cock head just to enable him to get 
it started. He held it against Damon's wide open cunt 
and just pushed hard downwards with his hand. The white 
man's hole stretched wider as the five inch thick black 
latex cock entered his body and Damon gave a screech of 
pain. 

This was hurting him like hell as Koffa, sweating like 
a pig, forced eight inches of that weapon straight up 
Damon's hole. Then he pulled it out slightly and thrust 
it back in, out again and back in. Each time it went in 
it went deeper, not by the mere half inch or so but by 
two or three inches at a time. It only took Koffa ten 
minutes to get all twenty inches of the five inch thick 
latex rubber cock up Damon's cunt. 

Damon was moaning and groaning as it felt like a huge 
log was battering the inside of his guts. The trouble 
was that his prostate gland was enjoying the attention 
it was receiving so he was getting conflicting messages 
to his brain. On the one hand his prostate was telling 
him how good this fucking was whilst on the other hand 
his body was protesting at the pain as his love passage 
was stretched wide by the thick cock fucking in and out 
of it. 

Damon's cock still remained hard and throbbing madly. 

Koffa spent the next ten minutes using every inch of 
the dildo to fuck Damon as hard as he could. When he 
pulled the dildo from Damon's cunt the hole remained 
gaping wide open and the white man's intestines could 
be seen clearly as they pulsated in time to Damon's 
heavy breathing. 

Ghankay was next up. He'd selected a dildo that looked 
like a long arm with a clenched fist at the end. It was 
of course black. The clenched fist measured six inches 
across which was not as wide as the fist of any of the 
four men. The arm was narrow at the wrist but it's 
twenty four inch long length gradually thickened until 
it was eight inches across at the base. 

Ghankay showed the Englishman this formable dildo. 

"Think you'll still be hard after this you white lump 
of shit," he whispered as he knelt close to the man's 
head. "Open your mouth and lift your head you miserable 
fucking white bitch I've got a black man's present for 
you" he hissed. 

Damon raised his head with his mouth open wide and 
Ghankay, moving around to the other side of the X, spat 
another of his big gobs of mucus into it. Damon closed 
his mouth and swallowed the loathsome stuff. 

"Thank you Sir for your present," he whispered and 
Ghankay grinned at him and then stood up as he went to 
the front of the X (or was it to the back?). 

The black man was not one to mess around with niceties 
suck as lubrication or other stupid things like that. 
He placed the clenched fist against Damon's hole that 
was now slowly closing and shoved it straight down the 
man's tube. Damon gasped as first the fist entered him 
and then the arm of the dildo. Ghankay kept pushing 
until he'd got ten inches of that weapon up Damon's 
cunt and now the arm had thickened out to about six 
inches. He started to fuck the fist up and down Damon's 
cunt and, just like his companions before, each 
downward stroke forced the dildo deeper.

Ghankay knew that he would not get all twenty four 
inches of the arm up the white man's cunt. Things that 
length and longer would be used much later in their 
games when Damon's days were drawing to an end. He was 
satisfied to push no more than twenty inches up that 
hungry hole. As he fucked the white man as hard as he 
could with the black dildo Damon was groaning with 
pleasure. Ghankay's twenty minutes was at an end and 
his cock was throbbing madly. As he pulled the dildo 
out of Damon's cunt Ghankay spoke to Baptiste. 

"Man I need a piss bad," he said, "mind if I use the 
white toilet before you start fist fucking the cunt?" 

"No my man not at all you have your piss," Baptiste 
replied. "Anymore of you guys need a piss if so now's 
your time." 

"I do," Koffa said, "I'm almost pissing myself." 

Ghankay again moved to the other side of the X and 
knelt down in front of Damon's face. The man's upside 
down head was just the right height for Ghankay, 
kneeling, to stick his cock into Damon's mouth. 

"Don't fucking spill any of my piss or when my friends 
have finished with you I will spend a half hour alone 
with you making you wish that you hadn't been born," 
Ghankay warned the young soldier. 

Damon was beginning to fear Ghankay's patent hatred of 
white men almost more than he feared Baptiste's cold 
calculated cruelty. He also sensed that Ghankay was a 
very powerful but evil man full of hot passion unlike 
the coldness of his leader. 

Then the man started to piss and Damon started to 
swallow hard. The hot strong acrid black man's urine 
was like a strong jet as it poured into his mouth and 
down his throat. Damon was swallowing as hard as he 
could as he kept his lips tightly glued to the shaft of 
the man's black cock. As he tried to breathe through 
his nose some of Ghankay's piss came out of his 
nostrils but most finished up in Damon's stomach. 

The white man really loved the taste of the black man's 
piss and wished that he could enjoy it at leisure. As 
it was his pleasure was marred by the fear that he 
would spill some from his lips. He didn't. Five minutes 
after starting to piss Ghankay pulled his cock from 
Damon's mouth. 

"You were lucky that time you white lump of shit but 
sooner or later I'll have you to myself. I'm dying to 
hear you begging and pleading for me to whip you, just 
you and me and no other fucker," Ghankay whispered into 
Damon's ear. 

Then he stood up and was replaced by Koffa who quickly 
started to fill Damon's guts with his hot urine. Unlike 
Ghankay all he said to the white soldier was "open" and 
then "start swallowing slut." 

Baptiste pulled Ghankay to one side. 

"What the fuck were you whispering to that fucking 
slut, were you whispering sweet nothings into his ear?" 
he asked suspiciously. 

"Hey man what the fuck is wrong with you?" protested 
Ghankay laughingly. "I was telling the white shit how 
I'd like to rape his kids in front of him, disembowel 
them and make him eat their entrails. That was all." 

Baptiste laughed as he felt stupid at being suspicious 
of his friend. 

"Pity but Lee told me he was single with no fucking 
women or kids otherwise we could have arranged for them 
to be brought over here as well" Baptiste said putting 
his arm around his friend's shoulders. 

Koffa had finished pissing and rejoined the other three 
men. 

"My turn now," Baptiste said. "Let's see how he copes 
with a real fist up his cunt." 

Baptiste had a big fist, his hands were quite huge. He 
was going to fist fuck Damon by stages now that his 
cunt had been well loosened. They had all agreed 
earlier that Baptiste would not be restricted by time 
when he started to use his fist up the white bastard's 
cunt. He put a generous amount of white grease (it was 
called 'Fist It') over his right hand and also pushed 
some into Damon's hole. 

Damon was waiting and wondering how a fist up his cunt 
would feel as he continued to enjoy the lingering taste 
of the black men's piss in his mouth. He did not have 
long to wait. 

Baptiste inserted four fingers into his hole and 
twisted them around for a few minutes. Then he crossed 
his palm with his thumb and pushed down until his hand 
was being squeezed by Damon's ring. Damon was gasping 
from the pain as his ring felt as if it would split. 
Baptiste pushed harder and slowly his hand disappeared 
into the white cunt leaving only his black wrist 
showing. He pushed harder and slowly his wrist 
disappeared from view. 

Now the start of his black arm was sticking out of 
Damon's hole as Baptiste moved his hand around in a 
circle inside of Damon's bowels. The white man was 
sweating and beginning to cry out from the pain when 
Baptiste slowly withdrew his hand. He was careful as he 
knew how easy it was to pull the victim's bowels out as 
they adhered to his limb. He was not ready to snuff 
Damon yet. Hopefully that time was months ahead. 

Once his hand was out he pushed it back in again. This 
time it slid in much easier. He pulled out again and 
slid back in, out and back in, out and back in as Damon 
moaned from the pain that he was feeling. 

Baptiste pulled his hand out once more. 

"Watch this guys," he said to his friends as he 
clenched his fist, "this is what real fist fucking is 
all about." 

He smeared some more of the Fist It over his clenched 
fist and then placed the fist against Damon's hole. The 
black man's fist must have measured all of eight inches 
across. It was awesome. Then he pushed hard but Damon's 
hole would not stretch that much. Veins on Baptiste's 
head stood out and sweat poured down his black body as 
he pushed even harder. 

Damon started to scream in agony as, slowly but surely, 
his hole started to stretch hideously wide. Baptiste's 
fist began to enter the white man's bowels as the other 
three black men stood watching and their cocks throbbed 
with erotic excitement. Inch by painful inch Baptiste's 
clenched fist started to be forced into Damon's body 
and the young soldier screeched and howled. 

This was what the black men enjoyed; this was what 
turned them on. They wanted to hear their victims howl 
and scream in agony; they did not want them having a 
good time, that's not why they'd got them into this 
room. 

Baptiste was a master at fist fucking and loved to feel 
his arm thrusting in and out of a real tight shit hole 
as his victim screeched in agony. He rubbed a little 
more of the grease around his muscular black limb the 
hand and wrist already having disappeared into the 
white man's cunt. Then he pushed down harder and the 
lips of Damon's hole stretched wider as Baptiste's 
plunging arm got thicker. 

The white soldier was now taking an arm that was 
fifteen inches thick and still his ring had not split. 
Baptiste now started to pull out of the white man and 
then he thrust back in again as Damon shrieked in 
agony. The black man smiled thinly, pulled his arm out 
again until only his fist and wrist was inside the 
white body, and then he thrust as hard as he could all 
the way back up Damon's cunt. 

Now Baptiste's arm was seventeen inches thick as he was 
buried almost up to his elbow in the white soldier. 
From his wrist to his elbow the arm measured no less 
than thirty inches and that was how much Damon was now 
taking of that muscular black limb. Both Damon and 
Baptiste were sweating like pigs as the black man 
pulled most of his arm out of the young soldier once 
again. 

Damon's shrieks of pain died down as Baptiste's arm was 
now mostly out of his body. Then Baptiste thrust all 
the way back as Damon started to scream again. 

From that point on Baptiste started to fist fuck young 
Damon in earnest. He started to thrust in and out of 
the young white man's hole as hard and fast as he 
could. He was thrusting the full length of his fist in 
and out of the poor white body whilst Damon screamed 
his head off. 

Ghankay noticed however that despite all Damon's 
shrieks and screams his cock was fully erect and 
throbbing. Once again Ghankay kept that information to 
himself. 

It had taken Baptiste almost forty minutes to get his 
arm up to the elbow into the young soldier's body. He 
now fist fucked the white man for a further thirty 
minutes as Damon's screams slowly died away and the man 
just kept moaning and groaning. 

Baptiste, with his arm buried to the elbow inside 
Damon's cunt, looked at his friends and asked them a 
question. 

"Who wants to take over here?" he asked. 

"I do," Ghankay said eagerly, "I want to give that 
white fucking lump of shit a real good going over with 
my fist." 

"Okay," Baptiste replied, "get your fist and arm 
covered in Fist It." 

As Ghankay did that Baptiste continued to thrust his 
arm in and out of the young soldier's body as hard as 
he'd ever done. 

"I'm ready," said Ghankay as he stood next to Baptiste 
with his fist clenched and covered in a coating of 
white Fist It. 

Baptiste now started to withdraw his fist carefully 
from Damon's hole not wishing the man's bowels to come 
out with it. He used his free hand to keep pushing 
Damon's arse back in as he slowly withdrew his fist. 

"Be very careful Ghankay when you withdraw from the 
fucker. Remember this is early days and we want to have 
lots more fun with this white fucker before he leaves 
us for good," Baptiste said as Damon's body slime 
dripped from his hand. 

"I'll be careful," grunted Ghankay as he took 
Baptiste's place. 

He looked at Damon's cunt which was like a huge gaping 
cavern. His pink intestines could be clearly seen as 
they pulsated in time to Damon's breathing. Ghankay's 
arm was probably an inch shorter than Baptiste's and 
two inches less in width. Nevertheless it was a 
formable weapon to shove up the white man's hole. 
Ghankay knew that and licked his lips with pleasure as 
he placed his big fist just inside the gaping hole. He 
felt the flesh of Damon's cunt lips adhering to his 
greased fist and looked at his three black friends. 

"Let's see how this white soldier takes to a real man's 
fucking arm," he said with a big grin and thrust his 
fist straight into Damon's cunt. 

Not stopping he kept pushing until three quarters of 
his arm was inside Damon's body as the poor white 
soldier moaned and groaned. 

"Shit Ghankay I can't hear the white fucker screaming," 
scoffed Baptiste annoyed at his friend words about a 
real man's arms. "When I fisted him it sounded as if 
the roof would come down from his screams" Baptiste 
added. 

Ghankay screwed his lips up with anger as he heard his 
friend's words. Ghankay did not like having the piss 
taken out of him. He pulled his fist almost all the way 
out of the white body and then thrust straight back in. 
This time he drove in right up to his elbow and now 
Damon did start to scream. Ghankay repeated his 
movements driving all the way back in as Damon shrieked 
in pain. Ghankay now started to punch his fist in the 
white soldier's body. He would pull most of the way out 
and then punch, punch, punch back in with a series of 
short jabs as Damon screamed in agony and his body 
jerked and shook from his pain. 

"I didn't see the white bastard threshing about when 
you fist fucked the cunt," sneered Ghankay as he 
continued this punishing way of fisting fucking the 
poor young man. 

Gyude and Koffa were laughing and joking as they saw 
the way Ghankay was using his fist. 

"Punch the white bastard's cunt harder as you fuck him, 
see if you can give him the knock out blow" giggled 
Koffa as Baptiste stood watching with a grim look on 
his face. 

For fifteen minutes Ghankay fucked young Damon in this 
fashion and then Baptiste took hold of his friends arm 
and stopped him from moving it in and out of Damon's 
body. 

"Hold it Ghankay," Baptiste said very quietly. "You've 
proved your point and really made this white lump of 
shit scream. He has certainly been in more agony from 
your fist fucking than he was from mine. We do want him 
alive when you've finished so how about taking it a 
little easy now." 

Ghankay looked at his friend and leader and smiled. It 
was a smile of triumphant satisfaction. 

"Okay brother," he replied, "I'll give him half an hour 
of straight forward fist fucking now and then that will 
be enough for me." 

Baptiste released his hold of Ghankay's arm. 

"Thanks brother," he replied as he moved away from his 
friend. 

Then Ghankay proceeded to fist fuck Damon for another 
thirty minutes. Like Baptiste he was very careful when 
he pulled his fist out of Damon's body making sure that 
the white soldier's intestines remained inside his 
body. 

Damon's hole was gaping wide open after Ghankay's fist 
had left it. It looked wide enough to take a tank now. 
Ghankay had a quick look at Damon's cock without 
drawing attention to himself. He saw with satisfaction 
that the white soldier's cock was still fully erect and 
dripping a generous amount of pre-cum. The clear liquid 
had dripped from Damon's cock and run down his upside 
down body towards his neck. Ghankay's three friends 
were too interested in Damon's cunt to pay any 
attention to his cock. 

Koffa had been whispering to Gyude and now spoke up. 

"Gyude and myself want to fuck the white cunt 
together," he said to Baptiste. 

"Do you need any adjustments to be made to his 
position?" Baptiste asked. 

"I think he's just fine where he is," Koffa replied. 

"How about a quarter turn so that he is horizontal," 
suggested Gyude, "I think it would be easier to fuck 
him that way." 

Koffa saw the sense in what his friend was saying and 
agreed to the adjustment. They adjusted the X so that 
the arms were now horizontal to the ground and it 
certainly meant that Koffa and Gyude could double fuck 
the young soldier much easier. Gyude got between the 
cross bars and placed his throbbing cock head against 
Damon's wide open cunt. 

The black man most certainly did not need any lubricant 
to get his cock in. Before Gyude thrust in Koffa placed 
his cock head next to that of his friends. Both knobs 
were resting between the open lips of Damon's cunt as 
the two black men stood side by side. Baptiste now 
joined them. 

"Push your cock's just inside the bastard's cunt and 
I'll try and get mine in too," he said. 

"Fucking hell a threesome fuck," Koffa said awestruck. 

The two men thrust forward with their bodies and their 
cocks entered Damon's slack cunt with no trouble at 
all. They stopped when the cock heads were up his hole. 
Baptiste now came forward to stand between them with 
his fourteen inch long pole sticking out in front of 
him. He pushed his cock head between the shafts of the 
two cocks sticking out of Damon's body and then thrust 
forward. It was like a chisel being pushed down a stake 
of wood and dividing it into two halves. His big cock 
head slipped down between Koffa's and Gyude's cocks and 
entered Damon's cunt. 

Now he had three big black men's cock heads buried 
inside his white body. All three men now started to 
push together and the three big black cocks slowly 
forced their way into Damon's cunt, the cunt that had 
been stretched so well by Baptiste's and Ghankay's 
fists. They started to pull out, not too far, and then 
thrust back in again. Soon Gyude's eight inch fuck pole 
was buried to the hilt and could go no further. 

All three men pulled out, panting and gasping with 
pleasure as they did so, then they thrust back in again 
and Koffa's and Baptiste's cocks left Gyude's behind as 
they plunged in further. Now Gyude's cock began to come 
out as soon as his two friends started to withdraw 
theirs. They had to be careful not to come too far out 
as they wanted Gyude's cock to remain in Damon's cunt 
together with theirs. They pulled about seven inches 
out and thrust back in again. They kept on pushing so 
that Koffa's ten inch monster was now buried as far as 
it would go. 

Baptiste, of course, still had four inches of 
magnificent black fuck stick to go. They pulled out 
again, once more only seven inches out, and then thrust 
back. Now Baptiste's cock head was on it's own as it 
slipped passed Koffa's ten inch long pole. Out they 
came again and back in, out again and in, out and in, 
out and in until all three huge pairs of black balls 
were pressing into Damon's white buttocks. 

The three men were sweating heavily, the sweat shone 
brightly on the black skin, they were panting and 
groaning with pleasure as the pressure of each others 
cocks gave them extra erotic sensations. 

"Let's fuck the bastard until we all cum," Koffa 
groaned. 

They then started to pound in and out of Damon's hole 
as hard and fast as they could. They were always very 
careful however not to pull all the way out. The three 
men were so engrossed with their task, so lost in their 
sexual pleasure, that they did not notice that Ghankay 
had gone the other side of the X and was kneeling as he 
whispered to Damon. 

"I've seen how hard your cock is white bastard," 
Ghankay was whispering to Damon who was groaning with 
pleasure at having three big cocks fucking his cunt all 
at the same time. 

"Don't you worry you fucking shit I'm going to enjoy 
cooking and eating your nuts when Baptiste decides to 
cut them out. I guess he'll enjoy your cock nicely 
fried himself," Ghankay whispered. 

Damon could hear the man's words through his mists of 
sexual pleasure. The other three black men were 
pounding away at his cunt as hard as they possibly 
could. 

"When I've eaten your nuts and Baptiste has eaten your 
cock I'm going to fuck the shit out of you where your 
bollocks have left a hole in your belly" Ghankay 
whispered as poor Damon groaned and tried to shut his 
ears to the man's voice. 

"When I want a steak I'll carve one from off your 
buttocks. They are nice and plump and real tender so I 
reckon I can get three or four nice steaks from them. 
We'll still be able to fuck you, don't you worry you 
white bastard you'll be able to enjoy black cocks until 
the last minute of your life." 

Ghankay could hear his friends groaning loudly and 
guessed that they were nearing their climax. He hawked 
up a mouthful of phlegm and then put his lips against 
Damon's. The white soldier's mouth was partly open as 
he groaned with deep pleasure from the fucking he was 
getting. Ghankay forced his mouth to open some more by 
pressing hard down with his. Then he gave a short spit 
and his big ball of green and yellow mucus shot into 
Damon's mouth. 

"Swallow that my fine white hero," Ghankay whispered. 
"Just one more thought my brave white soldier. When 
there are just the two of us together I'm going to give 
you a grand feast from my shit hole." 

Then the black man kissed Damon hard on his lips and 
crept around to the other side of the X to watch his 
friends in their final throes of hot passion. 

Koffa was the first to cum. He shot his copious load of 
cum deep into Damon's bowels. Baptiste gave a loud sigh 
of real pleasure. 

"Hey brother your fucking black seed feels real good 
shooting out against my cock," he murmured. 

All three men continued to fuck on, Koffa's cock being 
forced in and out of Damon's body by the pressure of 
Baptiste's and Gyude's. Then Gyude gave a loud shout of 
pleasure as his cock started to spurt out it's strong 
black seed. They had only started thrusting back into 
Damon when Gyude had started to shoot his load. His 
warm sperm covered the cocks of both Koffa and Baptiste 
as it continued to spurt out for the whole downward 
thrust. 

The three men continued to fuck the young soldier. 
Baptiste's fourteen inch long and beer can thick cock 
was the prime mover now. As Baptiste thrust up and down 
he carried Koffa's and Gyude's cocks along with him. 

The three black men had put their sweaty black muscled 
arms around each other's shoulders. Damon could smell 
the strong masculine musky smell that black Africans 
manage to exude. It was a real heavy mixture of sweat 
and sex and raw masculinity and it was making the young 
white man's head dizzy as the men continued to fuck in 
and out of his red raw cunt. Then Baptiste shot his 
load. As ever, despite the size of his cock and balls, 
the amount of sperm he produced was not very great. 

His real value to men who enjoyed being fucked was the 
thickness of his cock and his staying power. As Damon 
felt the last man's warm cream joining that of Koffa's 
and Gyude's in his bowels a feeling of sadness came 
over him as he realized that the fuck session would 
soon be over. Despite the red raw feeling of his hard 
fucked cunt Damon was happy for a while. The man was a 
true black cock lover now and would do anything to have 
those wonderful powerful weapons thrusting in and out 
of his miserable white cunt. 

The three men withdrew their cocks from Damon's cunt 
leaving it gaping wide. Then they heard the young 
soldier speaking to them in a voice loud and clear. 

"Thank you Sir Master and thank your Sirs for giving me 
such a good fisting and fucking," he said. Then turning 
his head so that he was addressing Ghankay direct he 
said to him "thank you Sir for your presents which I 
enjoyed a lot." 

"What fucking presents are those?" Baptiste demanded to 
know. 

"Oh I hawked in his mouth a couple of times. Shit 
Baptiste you shouldn't worry about that after all you 
were all having a fine old time and I needed a good 
fucking spit," Ghankay replied. 

Baptiste laughed and put his arm around Ghankay. 

"Hey brother don't take on so, what you did was fine I 
just wish I could have watched the white slut 
swallowing your fucking phlegm," he said. 

From the time the sex session had begun they had been 
at it for more than six hours. All four men were 
sweating profusely and Baptiste shouted to the guards 
to bring them some beer. They sat around drinking and 
discussing how great it had felt to have all three 
cocks fucking Damon at the same time. Then Ghankay 
asked them to help get the X back into a vertical 
position and it took less than five minutes to do that. 

"Now what are you up to you crafty fucker?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"I don't know what's up with the air conditioning but 
I'm sweating like a fucking pig," Ghankay answered. 
"I'm going to let that white fucking hero get a reward 
for the way he's kept us all happy today. I want him to 
bury his head in my armpits. Really have a good smell 
of each one. Then I want him to give them a nice 
licking, I want him to suck on my armpit hair." 

"Shiitt Man," Gyude said drawing the word out as he 
wrinkled up his nose. "I can smell your sweaty arm pits 
from here the poor white bastard will die of the stink" 
and then he laughed at his own words. 

Baptiste and Koffa joined in. 

"When you've finished Baptiste we can rotate him some 
more and he can bury his nose in my bollocks and then 
suck my pubic hair and lick the sweat off my balls," 
Koffa said giggling and already his cock was beginning 
to stiffen. 

Ghankay strolled over to Damon who had now got his head 
upright with his feet nearest the ground. The other 
three black men followed close on his heels and they 
all went to the other side of the X so that they were 
facing Damon. They brought their bottles of beer with 
them and sat down on the ground in a semi circle so 
that they could swig their drink and enjoy the sight of 
Damon being rewarded for the good time he'd given them. 

Baptiste put his right hand behind the back of his head 
and presented his arm pit to Damon. It was filled with 
sweat and smelt really rank and the white man felt his 
stomach heave. 

"You've been such a good sport today that I just had to 
reward you," Ghankay said. "I want you to bury your 
nose in my armpit hair and have a good long sniff." 

There was no way out for Damon. He was still fixed 
securely to the X but even had he not been secured 
where the fucking hell could he have gone? He felt the 
heat from Ghankay's black muscular body as the black 
man stood close to him and smelt the rank smell of the 
man's sweat. It made Damon's head spin. He leant his 
head forward and his face was at just the right height 
to press into Ghankay's sweaty armpit. 

Damon did just that and buried his nose in the black 
wiry sweat laden hair. Then he started to sniff long 
and hard. As he sniffed he got the full nosegay of the 
man's rank smell and again he felt like throwing up. 
Fortunately he did not. Ghankay rubbed his pit hard 
into Damon's face making sure that the white bastard's 
nose and mouth was buried deep in his sweaty black 
hair. 

"Now you white turd suck the sweat out of my armpit 
hair," Baptiste ordered. 

Damon took a mouthful of the wiry hair and started to 
suck hard on it. The taste was foul, worse even than 
the smell. He let that mouthful of hair leave his mouth 
and then sucked on some more. 

"Now you white fucking crap heap lick my armpit, come 
on you miserable heap of shit get licking," Ghankay 
ordered and Damon obeyed. 

His tongue ran up and down and around and in and out of 
the hairy armpit whilst the other three black men 
sitting on the floor guzzling beer started to clap to 
show their delight. 

Once Ghankay was satisfied that his armpit had been 
well and truly worked over by Damon he presented him 
with the other one to start work on. Damon sniffed the 
sweaty pit with his nose buried deep in the hair, then 
he sucked on the sweaty hair and finally he licked all 
the moisture from the arm pit and continued to lick 
until Ghankay put his arm down. 

"Now as a final treat from me you can lick the sweat 
off my chest," Ghankay said as he stood very close to 
Damon. 

Damon's cock was rigid with excitement as this cruel 
black man really turned him on. He wanted to lean 
forward and kiss the thick lips and beg the man to 
degrade him in any way he wanted just so long as he 
could have his cock up his cunt afterwards. But Damon 
did not do that. He stuck out his tongue and started to 
lick all the sweat and mire off Ghankay's well 
developed pectorals. His tongue licked around and over 
the black man's big nipples. Damon badly wanted to suck 
on them but did not dare. He ran his tongue all over 
the muscular chest licking up every drop of sweat. 

Ghankay sensed that he was turning the white bastard 
on. He allowed the excited soldier to finish his task. 
Then, as he was about to turn away from Damon, Ghankay 
clenched his fist. He drew his arm back and gave the 
young soldier a fearful punch in his abdomen. Although 
Ghankay had been standing close to Damon the short 
distance the punch had to travel seemed to add to the 
powerful blow. Damon's face turned ashen, then red and 
blue as the poor young bastard tried to struggle for 
air. Tied as he was to the X he could do nothing to 
move his body in an effort to drag in precious air. 

"I don't like white fucking pigs allowing themselves to 
be turned on by me, don't do it in future you miserable 
fucking white donkey's arse hole," Ghankay said with a 
sneer on his face. 

Damon looked at the black man his face full of tortured 
pain. He coughed and spluttered and then he spoke. 

"Thank you Sir Master for letting me clean your sweaty 
armpits," he managed to blurt out, "and thank you Sir 
Master for punishing me for my insolence in letting 
myself be excited by your presence Sir Master." 

Ghankay turned away quickly so that Damon would not see 
the big smile on his face as he heard the white shit 
call him master. Baptiste's face was like thunder as he 
too heard the way Damon had spoken to his henchman. He 
looked at Koffa angrily. 

"You may have to rip that white bastard's tongue out 
very soon I'm getting sick of his voice," Baptiste 
said. 

"Let's rotate this X," Koffa said jumping to his feet. 
"I want the cunt in the same position as he was when we 
fucked him." 

The four men quickly got Damon in position and then 
Baptiste and Ghankay sat next to each other as their 
ruffled feathers settled down. Baptiste passed Ghankay 
a bottle of beer and they seemed to be good friends 
once more. 

Koffa was now standing by Damon's face. The black man's 
body stank ranker than that of Ghankay's. He was still 
sweating heavily and his pubic hair looked wet from the 
sweat. His big balls hung down as beads of sweat 
dripped off them. 

"Turn your head cunt and lick underneath my balls and 
then suck them. I want all the sweat cleaned off" Koffa 
said and Damon started his task. 

The smell of the sweat covered balls mixed with the 
smell of old cum and stale piss together with the musky 
African smell was a heady mixture for Damon to take. He 
stuck out his tongue and licked the leathery scrotum 
and then he started to suck on the man's big nuts. 
Koffa twisted Damon's head round so that his nose and 
mouth was buried in his pubic hair. 

"Come on you white pig smell the good healthy smell of 
a black man" Koffa snorted forcing Damon's nose deeper 
into his pubic hair. 

Damon sniffed long and hard as his cock continued to 
throb with sexual pleasure. He thought to himself what 
fools these black men were. Little did they realise the 
pleasure their actions were giving him. He loved their 
black cocks; he loved their black bodies; he loved 
their masculine smell; he loved the taste of their piss 
and cum and now he loved the smell and taste of their 
sweat. They could do this all day and all night to him 
and he would be a happy white man. 

His happiness was increased by the thought that he was 
getting one over on these black fuckers. White men were 
cleverer than these ignorant savages realised he 
thought to himself as he continued to enjoy the lovely 
smell of Koffa's pubic hair. Then he was made to suck 
the pubic hair and finally Koffa ordered him to lick 
his cock and balls once again. Then the black man 
started to move away from his white victim well 
satisfied that he had truly humiliated the white cunt. 
Then he heard Damon speak loud and clear. 

"Thank you Sir for allowing me to smell, lick and suck 
your cock and balls and for allowing me to suck your 
pubic hair. It was very kind of you Sir," Damon said. 

Koffa picked up a beer and took a swig feeling, for 
some reason, rather angry. He was sure that Damon had 
been taking the piss out of him but he couldn't work 
out how. 

Time was now getting on. The four men were hungry. They 
decided that the guards would take Damon to the toilets 
and then feed him and then they would return and settle 
him in for the night. Then a thought struck Ghankay. 

"Baptiste I've not yet put that ring through the white 
cunt's bollock bag," he said. 

"Can you do it whilst he's still fixed to the cross?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"Yeah it will be fine like that. I've only got to shove 
the spike through his bollock bag and then solder the 
metal ring into place" Ghankay said. 

They quickly got the necessary implements as Damon 
started to come down from his high. He realised that 
his fun day was ending but he was able to shrug it off 
now. Our Damon was beginning to get used to pain and 
ill treatment. 

Ghankay took a thick spike from the box. He shoved it 
through the bottom of Damon's bollocks bag. Apart from 
the initial sharp prick this was not really painful at 
all and Damon did not make so much as a murmur as 
Ghankay pushed a heavy metal ring through the hole. He 
twisted the ring round until the two open ends were 
outside Damon's scrotum. He pushed one end of the ring 
into the end of the other side and then started to 
solder the ends together. 

Baptiste had been watching carefully. 

"Those holes will help me when I cut out his nuts" he 
remarked quite casually. "I'll be able to put the tip 
of the blade into the holes and slice the bollock bag 
open and then turn back the flaps." 

The black man turned to look at Damon's face. "I'll 
enjoy eating your nuts. I think I'll keep them to 
myself and you can feast on your fried cock," he said 
as Damon closed his eyes in despair. 

"There I've finished," Ghankay said squeezing Damon's 
nuts in his hand. By the time we are ready to put him 
away for the night that ring will take any weight." 

The four men were about to leave as Baptiste called to 
the guard. Damon quickly spoke out knowing that the 
fuckers would want him to forget. 

The white man looked at Ghankay who was standing 
waiting as Baptiste gave instructions to the guard. 

"Thank you Sir Master," Damon said to Baptiste's 
henchman, "for fixing a ring in my bollock bag." 

Ghankay glanced across at Baptiste and saw that he was 
busy giving instructions to the guard. 

"Don't forget you white bastard one day you'll be 
eating shit straight from my shit hole," he hissed and 
then moved away from Damon who had a twisted smile on 
his face. 

The four men left the room leaving the guard to attend 
to Damon. He called to one of his comrades who came in 
from the outside. They started to remove Damon from the 
cross. One of the guards played with Damon's cock and 
balls admiring the rings. He started to pull hard on 
them. 

"Good eh, good eh, good eh," he kept saying as he 
pulled hard on them. 

Then his companion spoke sharply to him and the guard 
let go of the rings. Once Damon was freed from the 
cross he slipped to the ground and got onto his hands 
and knees. Both guards started to kick him in the ribs 
with their heavy boots. One of them kept jerking his 
thumb into the air. 

"Up, up, up," he was saying as he kicked poor Damon as 
hard as he could. 

Damon got onto his terribly painful feet realising that 
Baptiste had briefed the guards well. Then they made 
him follow them so that he could perform his evening 
ritual. After that they fed him. He was made to stand 
up whilst he ate the food. Then the guards left him and 
went out of the building. One of them said just before 
he left. 

"You stay, you stay," meaning that Damon had to remain 
standing where he was. 

The wait was terrible; he'd had no proper sleep since 
he got here. His feet were agonisingly painful so much 
so that if any other parts of his body hurt he just did 
not feel it. He stood like that waiting for just on 
half an hour. Then the four black men returned. 

During the break they had decided that Damon was 
getting too uppity for their liking. Koffa was certain 
the white lump of shit had been mocking him whilst 
Baptiste and Ghankay decided that he was trying to make 
a rift between them by the 'Sir Master' shit. He was 
not going to be placed on the platform tonight. He 
would hang by his cock, balls and nipples.

In addition they would fill him with water and plug his 
cunt with the flanged butt plug. They were going to fix 
a tube down his cock and the other end would be fixed 
into his mouth through a cock gag. If he should piss 
because of the amount of water inside him then he would 
be pissing into his own mouth. With the mouth gag in 
place the only place for the piss to go would be down 
his throat. 

And that is exactly what they did. They filled him full 
of water using a hosepipe until his belly was as tight 
as a drum skin and looked as if it was ready to burst. 
His cunt was plugged up with the flanged butt plug that 
they had used earlier. They stuck a catheter down his 
urethra and the other end of the tube was pushed 
through the length of a cock gag which formed a tight 
seal around it. Then the cock gag was shoved into his 
mouth and the end of the catheter which protruded from 
it was hanging down his throat. The cock gag was 
strapped into place and buckled up behind his head. 

Then various cables were lowered from the ceiling. One 
was hooked into the newly acquired ring through the 
bottom of his scrotum. Another was hooked through the 
ring at the base of his cock head. Two more were hooked 
through the rings in his nipples. Then they attached 
ten pound weights to his thumbs and small fingers. 

They started to raise all the cables at the same time 
and slowly Damon's body was lifted into the air by his 
bollock bag, cock and nipples. His face was screwed up 
in agony and tears were running from his eyes. The only 
sounds he could make was that of a gurgling noise 
because of the cock gag and catheter tube in his mouth 
and down his throat. Koffa reached out and patted 
Damon's terribly swollen belly. 

"Now that will teach you to take the piss out of me," 
he said. 

Then Baptiste told them to stop the cables rising for a 
moment. Damon's hands were still touching the floor so 
that his digits had not yet taken the strain of the 
weights. 

"Good news for you cunt," Baptiste said to the poor 
white man whose whole body was one of tortured pain. 
"It's rest day for you tomorrow because we will be 
dealing with that fucking useless guard all day. Don't 
worry fucker you will be getting a grandstand view of 
the proceedings. It may give you some clues as how you 
will finish your days here." 

Then Baptiste gave his friends the thumbs up and they 
started the cables rising again. They were not stopped 
until the weights hanging from his thumbs and small 
fingers were all clear of the ground. Then they 
switched off the lights and left poor Damon in the 
darkness to savour every ache and pain in his tortured 
body. 

The young white soldier hung motionless from his cock, 
balls and nipples. As he hung there he felt as if his 
bladder would burst. Unable to control it he started to 
piss and within a few seconds his own hot piss was 
streaming down his throat. It was at that point that 
Damon's cock started to stiffen. 

He hung for the rest of the night with a hard on and 
every half hour or so his bladder would empty into his 
mouth. 

Needless to say his black hosts retired to bed for the 
night and slept the deep sleep of the innocent well 
satisfied with their days work and looking forward to 
the morrow when Jallah would entertain them. 


CHAPTER ELEVEN


All night poor Damon hung from his cock, scrotum and 
nipples and kept drinking his own piss. He dozed off 
now and then but was always brought back to reality by 
the trickle of warm piss as it ran down his throat from 
the catheter. Then the lights came on and he blinked 
several times as the glare hurt his tired eyes. His 
arms were aching and his hands were swollen as they 
supported the ten pound weights hanging from his thumbs 
and small fingers. Then the four Africans came into his 
view. 

"I hope that you had a good nights rest whore," 
Baptiste said as he looked at the tortured young 
soldier. 

Damon could not answer because of the cock gag in his 
mouth. Then once again he started to piss and had to 
keep swallowing to prevent himself choking. 

Ghankay was examining Damon's bollocks and nipples. 

"Say Baptiste it's beginning to work just see how long 
those fucking nipples are" Ghankay said. "Fuck me just 
look at his bollock bag. A few nights like this and his 
balls will be scraping the ground." 

Baptiste joined him and he reached up and felt Damon's 
nuts. 

"His balls are swelling a bit," he said giving them a 
tight squeeze. 

The pain was exquisitely exciting and Damon broke out 
into a heavy sweat. 

"Okay let's get the fucker down and the guards can see 
that he gets cleaned up and has something to fucking 
eat. Then we will put him in a grandstand seat so that 
he can see every detail of Jallah's demise," Baptiste 
said. 

They lowered the cables until Damon was on the ground. 
Then they removed the weights from his hands and the 
hooks from the rings on his nipples, cock and scrotum. 
Gyude, who attended to Damon's nipples, couldn't resist 
sucking the stretched teats and then having a little 
chew on them. He loved playing with nipples and hoped 
that when the time arrived he would be allowed to tear 
them off Damon's body with his teeth. 

They then undid the cock gag strap and removed it from 
Damon's mouth together, of course, with the catheter. 
They then pulled the other end of the catheter out of 
his pisser. 

"Stand up," snapped Koffa as Baptiste summoned one of 
the guard. 

Damon stood on his terribly painful feet and swayed 
slightly as full circulation returned to his body. 
Baptiste rattled off some instructions to the guard 
who, at one point, started to giggle. Then he turned to 
Damon. 

"You will go with the guard who will make sure that you 
clean yourself properly and then will give you a meal. 
I've told him that if he feels horny you will suck him 
off but you will not take too long about it," Baptiste 
said. 

The guard, the front of his shorts sticking out as if 
there was a long pole inside, marched off to the 
bathroom as Damon shakily followed him. The four 
friends went off to have their meal before getting 
ready to deal with the guard who had tried to desert. 

In the bathroom Damon was allowed to have a shit and 
also to get rid of the water and piss in his stomach. 
As he sat on the toilet he reached under his buttocks 
with a crippled hand and managed to grasp the big ring 
of the butt plug that was holding the water in. The 
guard was grinning as he watched and he had pulled his 
cock from his shorts and was gently rubbing his hands 
up and down the shaft. Damon pulled as hard as he could 
as he lifted up slightly from the seat. The flange 
holding the butt plug secure inside his cunt at first 
refused to give way. 

Damon, sweat pouring off him and his hand throbbing 
with pain, pulled harder anxious to relieve his swollen 
guts. Then the flange folded down the shaft of the butt 
plug and it suddenly came out of his body with a loud 
plop immediately followed by a torrent of dirty water 
and shit. Fortunately the whole awful mess was dumped 
into the toilet. The guard let go of his big cock and, 
with it still sticking out the front of his shorts, 
picked up the hosepipe and threw it over to Damon. 

The young soldier picked it up off the floor and stuck 
the end up his cunt. He turned the little tap that was 
on the plastic pipe and water began to fill his guts. 
He turned the water off, withdrew the hosepipe and 
expelled the contents of his stomach into the toilet. 
The water still came out a dirty colour although there 
was no shit mixed in it. Then Damon repeated the 
procedure several times until the water ran out of his 
body nice and clean. He then put aside the hosepipe and 
prepared to stand up to go to the shower. 

"No, no, no" the guard said shaking his head violently, 
"you down, you down" he said pointing to the ground. 
"You suck, you suck" the guard said pointing towards 
his erect member sticking out of his dirty khaki 
shorts. 

Damon knew his duty his master had already told him of 
his task. He knelt down in front of the guard. The man 
was obviously not the cleanest black man in Liberia, 
his body stank of stale sweat and unwashed skin. Damon 
looked at the man's throbbing cock and the foreskin was 
fully retracted. The base of the cock head and all of 
the exposed foreskin was covered in a thick layer of 
white and yellow cock cheese and stank to high heaven. 

The African's big balls were hanging down outside his 
shorts and his cock was three inches thick and a good 
eight inches long. Damon eyed it for a moment then he 
started to lick all the cock cheese off of the weapon. 
The African shut his eyes, leant backwards slightly 
with his pelvis thrust forward, and started to sigh 
with pleasure. 

Now you may well think that Damon was disgusting 
because he was enjoying the taste of the cock cheese. 
But please remember that the poor white soldier had 
been through an awful lot and he knew that there was 
far worse to come. His pleasures were few and far 
between. He had come to love black men's cocks and 
balls. He loved the taste of their cum and their piss. 

He loved the way they could hard fuck him and he 
enjoyed a big black cock down his throat. He loved the 
masculine African smell they gave out, he loved the 
smell and taste of their sweat. Given the chance to 
enjoy a meal of black cock cheese we should forgive 
poor Damon for enjoying it. I wonder what might happen 
if Ghankay ever got a chance to make him eat his shit! 

Anyway Damon licked all the cock cheese from the 
guard's big black cock and enjoyed the taste of every 
last bit of it. Then he closed his lips around that fat 
black fuck pole and started to swallow it down his 
throat. The guard gave him a helping hand by thrusting 
forward with his pelvis and very soon 

Damon was taking all eight inches of the three inch 
thick cock down his throat. For twenty minutes he 
sucked on that lovely black tool as it was thrust in 
and out of his throat. He had reached out for the 
guard's big black balls and, despite the pain in his 
hands, was playing with them by pulling and squeezing 
them as he sucked hard on the delicious member in his 
mouth. 

Then the guard gave a loud grunt and he started to 
shoot his load of cum. It filled Damon's mouth and 
throat as the white man swallowed it with great 
pleasure. The guard's cum was thick and rather salty 
and his balls produced huge quantities. Damon kept 
sucking and swallowing as the sperm gushed out of the 
black man's cock. Then, his balls empty, the guard 
pulled his cock from Damon's mouth. He had a big smile 
on his black face. 

"Good, very good," he said to Damon and then, "now you 
go, go, go, go," pointing to the shower. 

Damon guessed that the guard was worried that they'd 
spent to long in the bathroom. As he got to his feet he 
spoke to the guard not knowing if the man understood 
him. 

"Thank you Sir for letting me suck your cock and for 
you cumming in my mouth," he said. 

"Go, go, go," the guard said pointing to the shower and 
Damon walked carefully over to it. 

He got under the water and started to soap himself 
determined not to be hurried after all what did he care 
if the fucking guard got it in the bollocks because he 
had let Damon stay too long in the bathroom. The guard 
intervened. He reached into the shower and turned off 
the water and then pulled Damon out by his arm. He gave 
the white soldier a towel with which to dry himself and 
then, before Damon had barely used it, snatched it 
back. 

"Go, go, go," the guard said prodding Damon towards the 
door with the barrel of his sub machine gun. 

Damon, droplets of water still glistening on his skin, 
shuffled towards the door and into the main room where 
the guard stopped him and indicated that he should 
remain where he was. A short time later he was brought 
a plate of food which he had to eat standing on his 
painful feet. Then the guard left and he remained 
standing waiting for further instructions. 

He was not waiting long before the four Liberians 
returned after their meal. Baptiste and Ghankay were 
having a long conversation and Ghankay then moved 
across to Damon whilst the other three went in a 
different direction. We will join them very shortly. 

Ghankay stood in front of Damon. 

"Right cunt I'm going to get you ready so that you have 
a grandstand view of today's fun. I hope you enjoy what 
you see. Now I must make sure that you are 
comfortable," he said to Damon with a slight sneer on 
his face. 

Baptiste pushed Damon under a bar that was hanging by 
two cables from the ceiling. Either end of the bar was 
a short length of thick wire with a hook on the end. He 
lowered the bar until it was just above the white 
soldier's head. He made Damon put his hands up in the 
air and placed one of the hooks hanging from the bar 
into the wires fixed to the soldier's thumb and small 
finger. Then he used the other hook to secure the thumb 
and small finger of Damon's other hand. 

Now Damon's hands were secured to either end of the 
bar. Baptiste raised the bar until Damon's arms were 
fully stretched but he allowed the soldier's feet to 
remain on the ground. By now Damon was used to the pain 
from his thumbs and small fingers. At least he no 
longer felt it where his nails had been torn out. 

"You comfortable white slut?" Ghankay asked as he stood 
right in front of Damon. 

"Yes Sir Master thank you very much," Damon replied in 
quite a strong voice. 

Baptiste had a glance around and saw that Baptiste and 
his two other friends were fully engaged getting Jallah 
ready for his ordeal. They were paying no attention to 
Ghankay or Damon. Ghankay wet his middle finger and 
then thrust it up his own shit hole. He twisted it 
around and moved it up and down and then he withdrew 
it. His finger was now covered in a thick layer of 
brown shit and he held it under Damon's nose. The smell 
was awful and made Damon wrinkle his nose up in 
disgust. 

"I made sure not to clean my shit hole out this 
morning," Ghankay whispered to Damon as he held his 
finger close to the white soldier's nose. "You white 
fuckers are nothing but piles of shit so I thought that 
you would enjoy having a taste of mine. You will lick 
my finger clean so that you can get a good taste of a 
black man's shit. Sooner or later I will be feeding you 
some straight from my shit hole into your mouth. Just 
for now you'll have to be satisfied with licking my 
finger clean. Do it now cunt." 

As Ghankay finished speaking he moved his finger 
towards Damon's mouth. The white man was finding it 
difficult to stick out his tongue and start licking 
that finger heavily coated in shit. Baptiste reached 
down with his other hand and grabbed hold of Damon's 
balls. Then slowly he started to tighten his hand 
around the soldier's nuts. As he squeezed harder Damon 
was gasping with pain and hopping about on tip toe 
trying to make the pain less. 

"Start licking you white fucking cowardly streak of 
piss," Ghankay whispered. 

Damon stuck out his tongue and slowly started to lick 
the shit off Baptiste's finger as the black man 
released his grip of the poor soldier's balls. The 
taste was awful and Damon was struggling to prevent 
himself from vomiting. He could feel the meal he'd just 
had beginning to come back up and he struggled to keep 
it down as he licked the shit off Ghankay's finger. 

You may wonder what all the fuss was about; after all 
Damon was used to licking and sucking cum covered 
pricks streaked with shit. The difference of course was 
that Ghankay's finger was coated in pure shit and 
nothing other than shit. It wasn't a few streaks of it 
either but a heavy coating of the rich brown stuff 
which stank to high heaven. As Damon licked the last 
crumb of shit off Ghankay's finger he knew that the 
taste would remain in his mouth all day. 

"Good," said Baptiste, "I do hope you enjoyed that. One 
day you will get a whole mouthful." 

"Thank your Sir Master for allowing me to lick your 
shit off your finger," Damon recited like a robot. 

Ghankay started to complete the job of making Damon 
comfortable for the rest of the day. He attached thin 
wires to the rings in Damon's cock and scrotum. The 
other ends of the wires had hooks soldered to them he 
pulled the wire attached to Damon's scrotum ring up 
towards Damon's left nipple. The wire was too short to 
reach. He pulled hard stretching the scrotum upwards 
but still the wire was too short and now Damon was 
jumping up and down. 

"Gyude come over here a moment," he called and Gyude 
came running over. 

He got his friend to hold Damon's feet down and then 
started to pull on the wire again. Damon was screeching 
and tears were being forced from his eyes as his 
scrotum felt as if it was being ripped from his body. 
But Ghankay succeeded in his aim and managed to hook 
the wire onto the left nipple ring. Then he let go. 
Damon's left nipple and scrotum bag were now being 
stretched towards each other by the wire. Then he took 
the other wire, this one was much shorter than the 
first. 

He started to pull on it trying to hook it into the 
right nipple ring. Damon's cock had started to harden 
as soon as Ghankay had started work on his bollocks and 
it was now fully erect. That did not help at all, the 
wire was still too short to reach. Ghankay used all his 
strength now and managed to find that little extra 
stretch which allowed him to get the hook into the 
right nipple ring. He let go of that wire and Damon's 
cock and right nipple were doing their best to meet. 

The pain was intense and Damon's face was ashen and he 
was drooling slightly. 

"Thanks Gyude I can take care of the rest," he said and 
his friend went back to join Baptiste. 

Ghankay turned to Damon. 

"Let's hope your cock doesn't soften, god knows what 
will happen if it does," he said with a laugh. 

He then produced a pair of leather boots. He forced 
Damon's left foot into one. The boot was at least a 
size to small for the man's foot but Ghankay still got 
it in and then he laced it up. He did the same to 
Damon's other foot. Damon's feet felt as if they were 
on fire. His toes were cramped up inside the small 
boots and the hard leather was like a vice around his 
burnt and blistered feet. Finally, using the manacles 
attached to the spreader bar bolted to the floor 
between Damon's feet, Ghankay secured Damon's ankles 
just above the top of the boots. He did not attempt to 
use the bar to spread the soldier's legs. 

Instead he started to raise the bar to which Damon's 
hands were fixed and, as it was slowly pulled up 
towards the ceiling, the soldier's body began to 
stretch. His legs were strained to breaking point and 
the muscles on them stood out clearly. His arms were 
shaking from the strain imposed on them whilst his 
thumbs and small fingers seemed as if they were being 
ripped from his hands. To add to Damon's discomfort as 
his body was stretched his bollock bag cock and nipples 
were subjected to enormous pressure by the short wires 
trying to stretch the extra distance. 

Ghankay stood back a moment and noticed again that 
Damon's cock was rock hard despite all the pain that he 
was now in. The black man went up close to him, felt 
and found his nuts, and then began to squeeze them. 

"What are your dreaming of white slut, what do you want 
more than anything else in your whole life cunt" he 
asked still squeezing hard on his victim's nuts. 

"I want you to fuck me Sir Master, I want your big 
black cock up my cunt and I want you to fuck me Sir 
Master," Damon squeaked in a very high pitched voice. 

"I would not touch your cunt with a fucking flag pole 
let alone with my cock you dirty white shit loving 
whore" Ghankay said as he let go of Damon's balls. 

Secretly he was well satisfied with what he had heard. 
He started to walk across to join Baptiste. In the back 
ground he heard Damon speaking. 

"Thank your Sir Master for making me so comfortable," 
Damon said in a voice that sounded as if he was being 
strangled. 

Ghankay ignored him. 

He joined the rest of his friends. Whilst he had been 
dealing with Damon Baptiste had ordered that Jallah the 
guard be brought in from the cells. The black man was 
shaking and trembling with fear as he knew only too 
well just how cruel Baptiste could be. He had been the 
one to shoot the guard that Baptiste had castrated as 
punishment for almost allowing Damon to escape. 

Two other guards held the trembling man up between 
them. 

"Let him go," Baptiste ordered and they released their 
grips of his arms. 

Jallah fell down on his hands and knees and started to 
kiss Baptiste's bare feet. 

"Master please forgive me, please master give me 
another chance," Jallah cried as he kissed Baptiste's 
toes in a wild frenzy of fear. "Oh master I promise 
that I will serve you faithfully in future" the 
demented man cried. 

Koffa raised his foot and kicked Jallah in his face. 

"On your feet you misbegotten son of a fucking goat," 
he snarled as the guard fell over onto his side. 

Then Baptiste kicked the man aiming for his bollocks. 
He caught them with the full force of his foot and 
Jallah rolled about the floor bent double in pain as he 
screamed. 

"Get up you traitor, you treacherous fucking dog," 
Baptiste snarled. "Stand on your feet whilst you've got 
them." 

Jallah managed to stand up still holding his pain 
filled bollocks and if a black man can turn white then 
Jallah had done just that as he heard his master's last 
sentence. 

"Answer my questions you fucking pig and answer them 
truthfully and I may show you some mercy," Baptiste 
said as his cold black eyes bored into the trembling 
grey faced guard. 

"Were you going to desert when you started to run 
away?" Baptiste asked. 

Hanging his head and trembling violently Jallah 
replied, "yes master." 

"Why?" his master asked. 

"I felt real bad about the way the white man was being 
treated and I keep remembering how my very best friend 
was castrated and then I had to shoot him. I haven't 
slept properly since master. But I promise master I'm 
over it and I will serve you faithfully in future." 

"But you do agree that I must punish you don't you 
Jallah? You agree that I cannot just forget your 
treachery can I?" Baptiste asked in a gentle but 
chilling voice. 

Jallah shivered despite the heat. 

"Yes master," he replied in a very low voice, "I must 
be punished but please master I promise that I will be 
the best guard you've ever had in the future." 

"What punishment do you think I should give you for 
trying to run away and desert?" Baptiste asked in the 
same frightening voice. 

Jallah was in a terrible quandary. He knew that he dare 
not suggest some trivial punishment or his master would 
make his punishment far worse than what he proposed. On 
the other hand he didn't want to propose a punishment 
that would leave him lame or disabled or cause him 
unbearable pain. 

"I'm waiting Jallah what punishment shall I give you?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"Two hundred lashes of the whip master, that is what I 
deserve," Jallah said as tears poured down his face. 

It was at this point that Ghankay joined them. 

Baptiste turned to his three friends. 

"You've heard what this miserable traitor who would 
rather run away than watch a filthy white fucking whore 
being tested has suggested. Do you guys think two 
hundred lashes of the whip is sufficient punishment." 

Gyude was the first to answer. 

"Seems good to me Baptiste, we could give him fifty 
lashes each." 

"I say two hundred is not enough, he should receive at 
least one hundred strokes from each of us," Koffa said. 

Ghankay looked at Baptiste. He knew just how cruel his 
friend and leader could be. He was sure in his own mind 
that a whipping was not what Baptiste had in mind. 

"Shit to whipping the fucking pig. I say that we cut 
off his foot and his balls and then roast him over some 
hot coals for a few hours. After that cut off his hands 
and rip out his tongue and then let the bastard go 
free," Ghankay suggested coolly. 

Baptiste looked at his henchman for a few moments. He 
wondered how much longer their friendship would last. 
He suspected that Ghankay would like to be the boss, 
well that would happen over his dead body. 

"You are showing your kind side Ghankay. That merciful 
streak you've got will always be your undoing you know" 
Baptiste said. 

Then he turned back to Jallah who had almost fainted as 
he heard Ghankay's suggestion. 

The punishment for trying to run away as I've already 
informed that white whore over there is to have your 
foot cut off. That is what will happen now. I thought 
about having you castrated but that's not necessary 
because you're most certainly not a man and I doubt 
whether you've got any balls. Just to be on the safe 
side the two guards who brought you from the cells will 
stamp on your bollocks until they are just a bloody 
mashed up mess" Baptiste announced in his cold voice. 

Jallah fainted. 

"Piss on the cunt, get him awake," Baptiste snapped to 
the guards either side of the unconscious man. 

They pulled their black cocks out of their khaki 
shorts. Both men were sporting huge erections which 
showed that they were excited. They sent thin hot 
streams of piss over Jallah's face and body as the 
man's eyes started to flutter and open. As he returned 
to consciousness the guards put away their cocks, with 
some difficulty because of their erections, and pulled 
Jallah to his feet. Then they let go of him. 

"I had not finished informing you of your punishment," 
Baptiste said staring with his cruel eyes at poor 
Jallah. 

"As you are a fucking woman rather than a man you will 
be fucked by every male here present apart from the 
white whore. I will be the last to fuck you but by the 
time I've finished you will either be in heaven or 
fucking hell," Baptiste said chillingly. 

Jallah stood trembling unable to speak as he looked 
beseechingly at Baptiste. Then he clasped his hands 
together as if in prayer and sank down on his knees. 

"Please master don't do this, I beg you master don't do 
this to me," he pleaded. 

"Get up you miserable coward, I've seen young boys of 
six or seven who are braver than you. Call yourself a 
black man I think your father must have been a white 
bastard, no black man would father something like you," 
Ghankay snapped before Baptiste could speak. 

Baptiste looked annoyed but said nothing as Jallah was 
pulled to his feet by the two guards. They were 
barefoot. Baptiste spoke to them and they went running 
off. A few moments later two more guards entered to 
stand either side of the trembling black man. 

"Your begging and pleading is fucking annoying me," 
Baptiste snapped. 

Then he turned to Koffa. 

"Do something about his noise after his bollocks have 
been smashed," he ordered his friend. 

Koffa licked his lips in pleasurable anticipation and 
his cocked throbbed wildly from excitement. 

The first two guards came running back in. They were 
now wearing heavy leather boots. Baptiste spoke to them 
and they went outside again. They returned rolling a 
large round tree trunk in front of them. It was about 
two feet long and the same across. They rolled it over 
and stood it in front of Damon. Then they left again. 

They returned with a brazier which they quickly lit 
whilst Baptiste and his friends had a beer each and 
Jallah stood shaking between the two other guards. Then 
one of the guards went out and came back carrying a 
large can of black tar which they stood on top of the 
brazier. 

"Good it looks as if things are ready for us. Jallah 
walk over to the tree trunk and stand in front of it," 
Baptiste ordered motioning the two guards to remain 
where they were. 

Such was the power of fear that Baptiste exercised 
Jallah walked alone across to the large lump of wood. 
It was clear that this was a chopping block. He stood 
behind the block so that it was between himself and 
Damon and he stared at the white man who had been the 
cause of his misfortune. Damon stared back no pity in 
his eyes. All the white man had showing was the pain 
that he was suffering. Personally Damon couldn't have 
given a fuck what happened to Jallah or any other black 
bastard. All he wanted was to be free of the pain, or 
did he? He wasn't sure any longer what he wanted as his 
hard cock throbbed as if the pain was erotically 
exciting. 

The four black men plus the four guards now joined 
Jallah. One of the guards was holding a long handled 
axe in his hand. 

"Lay down on the floor and put your right foot on the 
block of wood," Baptiste ordered Jallah. 

"Please master don't chop my foot off, please master 
just whip the hide off me," Jallah begged as he sank 
once more to his knees. 

"You are really annoying me now Jallah," Baptiste said 
very quietly. "If you don't have any hands you won't be 
able to hold them together in prayer will you?" 

Jallah hastily pulled his hands apart and then started 
to lay down on the ground. 

"I asked you a question Jallah and I want an answer," 
Baptiste said. 

Jallah knelt again looking at his master. 

"No master if I have no hands I won't be able to hold 
them together," the poor frightened black man replied. 

"How's the tar is it boiling yet?" Baptiste asked Gyude 
and his friend replied that it certainly was. 

"Put your right hand and arm on the block of wood 
Jallah," Baptiste ordered. 

"NO, NO, NO, MASTER, NO!!" Jallah screamed as he tried 
to scramble away on his knees. 

Koffa and Gyude grabbed him and dragged him across to 
the block of wood as the man screamed in fear and 
struggled to get free. Then Ghankay grabbed his right 
arm and pulled it across onto the block of wood. He 
held it firmly pinned down so that Jallah could not 
move it as Koffa and Gyude held his body just as 
tightly. Baptiste took the axe from the guard. He took 
up a position to the side of Jallah so that he was 
looking at the man's arm pinned on top of the block of 
wood. 

"You just will not learn will you Jallah, you've 
brought this on yourself," he said and brought the axe 
crashing down and the blade bit tightly into the wooden 
surface. 

For a moment there was silence and then Jallah let out 
an unearthly scream as his hand fell down one side of 
the blade of the axe whilst his wrist remained the 
other side. A huge jet of blood was spurting out from 
the man's limb. Koffa and Gyude quickly dragged him 
over to the large can of bubbling tar and plunged his 
wrist into the boiling black stuff. Jallah shrieked 
from the pain but his bleeding stopped as the tar 
cauterised his wound. Then they dragged him back to the 
block of wood which was now covered in blood as was the 
ground around it. 

Damon had been watching everything and, as the blood 
spurted, he started to vomit unable to help himself. 

Then they forced the much weakened Jallah's other hand 
onto the block of wood and the same thing happened 
again. Once more his bleeding limb was cauterised and 
he was dragged back to the block of wood. He was 
unconscious. 

"Time for a short break," Baptiste announced, "after 
all this is a punishment and Jallah must be able to 
experience all the pain that his behaviour has brought 
down on his head." 

Then he and his three friends sat around drinking beer 
from bottles that one of the guards had brought over 
for them. 

Half an hour passed like that and Jallah, conscious 
once again, lay on the ground moaning pitifully. Damon 
looked down at the poor black man and started to feel 
very sorry for the man. What he was looking at could 
well be himself whenever Baptiste so decided and Damon 
knew that. 

The four men now stood up and approached the place 
where Jallah was laying. 

"How are you Jallah I do hope that your hands are not 
hurting too much?" Baptiste said. 

Jallah did not reply, he could not reply he was in far 
too much pain. 

"Get his foot on the block," Baptiste said to Koffa and 
the man pulled Jallah by his leg closer to the chopping 
block and then put the man's foot and lower leg on the 
bloody surface. 

Jallah was so weak now that he did not struggle and he 
lay with his foot on the block. Ghankay was not going 
to take chances and held the man's leg down with his 
hands. Baptiste raised the axe for the third time. The 
shiny blade was now streaked with dried blood. He 
brought it down as hard as he could and neatly severed 
Jallah's foot and ankle from his leg. Once again the 
blood was spurting like a fountain as a guard came 
running across carrying the can of boiling tar. 

Koffa and Gyude got Jallah upright and Ghankay grabbed 
the man's leg and plunged it into the boiling tar. The 
treatment was crude, painful but very effective as the 
wound immediately closed up as his leg was pulled out 
of the burning tar. Koffa and Gyude let go of Jallah 
and he fell to the ground crying like a young baby. 
Then the guards took away the chopping block, brazier, 
tar and axe. 
Baptiste now spoke to the two guards who had got their 
boots on. They moved Jallah so that he was lying on his 
back with his legs wide open. T

he poor black man was in such pain that he did not seem 
aware of what was happening. Then Baptiste spoke to the 
two guards again in their local dialect. One of them 
had been sporting a huge erection throughout the 
proceedings and he now had a big smile on his face. The 
other one looked rather sick and he did not appear to 
be sexually excited as his shorts were not tented. 
Baptiste spoke sharply to him and the man replied as he 
nodded his head vigorously in agreement. 

"I know this miserable cunt has no fucking balls. I 
know the bastard is a fucking woman but I do like to 
make absolutely sure," he said to his three friends 
who, all grinning widely, nodded their agreement. 

Then Baptiste spoke sharply to the guard who had not 
seemed too eager to participate. The man stood between 
Jallah's open legs. He raised his own leg and brought 
his booted foot crashing down onto Jallah's balls and 
then he ground his foot into them. Jallah let out a 
thin reedy shriek of sheer pain and passed out. The 
guard moved away from the writhing man whose balls he'd 
just ground into the floor. Then the other guard did 
the same. 

"Now boy's when that cowardly bastard come round I want 
him well and truly fucked. When you have finished the 
four guards here will fuck him and then I'll have my 
turn," Baptiste said. 

"I wonder of the fucker's a virgin," Ghankay said. "He 
was after fucking that white bastard whore so he may 
also like to receive to as well as take it." 

"Hm he won't be a virgin for much fucking longer even 
if he is one now," snorted Koffa. 

Then they ordered the guards to bring a padded bench 
over to where they were. They wanted Damon to watch 
everything that happened this day. 

"See another fucking coward, I keep telling you that 
all fucking white bastards are cowards," Ghankay 
snorted as he pointed to the vomit on Damon's body 
which he had only just noticed. 

The bench was placed on the floor where the block of 
wood had been. Baptiste then announced that they would 
have a break for some food and to allow Jallah to 
recover somewhat. They would all return in one and a 
half hours return. 

Within a few minutes the room was empty apart from 
Damon and Jallah. Damon's cock was rock hard and 
throbbing as shards of delicious pain coursed through 
his body. The young white soldier tried to move 
slightly to increase the strain on his bollocks and 
nipples as pre-cum leaked from his cock. He closed his 
eyes for a few minutes and imagined Ghankay shoving his 
big cock up his cunt and fucking the shit out of him. 

He opened his eyes and saw that Jallah was conscious 
and groaning although the black man's eyes had a vacant 
look about them. He wriggled a little more as he closed 
his eyes again. More delicious stabs of pain ran 
through his cock and balls and his nipples felt as if 
they were on fire. 

His mind wandered as he recalled licking Ghankay's shit 
smeared finger and he started to wonder what it would 
be like when the black man dumped his load in his 
mouth. He felt as if he was going to shoot his cum any 
moment as he imagined the black man's shit sliding it's 
way down his throat and into his stomach. It seemed to 
Damon no time at all before the room was full again. 

Baptiste watched whilst two of the guards dragged the 
groaning man across to the bench and laid him face down 
across it. His legs were over the side and his 
remaining foot was on the floor. Then, on orders from 
Gyude, they forced Jallah's legs wide open so that his 
pinky brown hole could be seen nestling between his two 
brown buttocks. It looked quite tiny and appeared never 
to have been sexually abused. 

Ghankay crouched down in front of Jallah's face. He 
grabbed him by the hair and pulled the man's head up so 
that he was able to stare into the guard's vacant eyes. 

"Are you a virgin or have you ever been fucked?" he 
asked. 

Jallah groaned his eyes still looking vacantly at 
Ghankay. 

"Have you ever been fucked?" Ghankay asked shaking the 
man's head by his hair. 

Jallah groaned as spittle ran from his mouth but he did 
not answer. 

"Well I'll see what it's like fucking him," Ghankay 
remarked as he stood up, "I hope that he feels it when 
my cock goes into his cunt." 

The man now took up position between Jallah's legs. The 
guard's buttocks were just the right height for the men 
to fuck him without having to kneel down or bend their 
legs. 

"Best use a little KY on the tip of your cock," 
Baptiste advised with a smile. "With a cock like yours 
you'll never get in that hole otherwise." 

Ghankay acknowledged the advice with a wide grin and 
put a tiny drop of KY onto his cock head. Then he 
pressed his cock against Jallah's closed hole and 
started to push forward as he pressed down firmly on 
the guard's back. At first nothing happened and Ghankay 
pressed harder. Then the black man's hole gave way and 
Ghankay's cock entered him. Jallah gave a loud shriek 
of pain as his tight little cunt stretched to allow the 
big cock to enter. The vacant look left the man's eyes 
as he started to feel the pain from his cunt. 

"I guess the bastard was a virgin," panted Ghankay, 
"his cunt is as tight as a young boy's shit hole" he 
said as he forced his cock deep into Jallah's body. 

Then Ghankay started to fuck the man. He pulled his 
cock out a little and thrust it back in, out again and 
in. Each time he thrust in his cock went deeper and in 
no time at all he'd got all nine inches of his proud 
manhood buried deep in Jallah's bowels. He was fucking 
away as hard as he could as Jallah moaned and groaned 
beneath him. Damon looking down at the two felt twinges 
of jealousy pass through his body as he thought to 
himself that it should have been his cunt that Ghankay 
was fucking not that of a fucking black guard. 

Ghankay's three inch thick cock was stretching Jallah's 
intestines as they'd never been stretched before. The 
black guard had, on one or two occasions, fucked other 
men and youths but he had never been fucked himself. 
His cauterised wounds seemed dead to pain as he felt 
the big cock sliding up and down his rear passage. His 
prostate started to respond to the stimulus and 
Jallah's buttocks began to move in time with Ghankay's 
cock. 

The big black man was sweating profusely as he fucked 
the guard's cunt for thirty minutes and then he started 
to shoot his load. He filled Jallah's cunt with his 
cream as the man beneath him moaned and groaned 
enjoying the fat cock inside him. Then Ghankay got off 
and Gyude immediately took his place and started to 
fuck the shit out of Jallah. 

He drove his eight inch long cock straight up the 
guard's cunt and then back down. Up and down he went as 
Jallah's buttocks moved in and out. The former guard 
was now using his arse muscles to squeeze the black 
fuck stick inside his body. 

Whilst Gyude was fucking the guard Ghankay moved over 
to Baptiste and whispered to him. 

"I'm going for a shit and when I come back I'm going to 
play gently with Damon whilst everybody fucks Jallah," 
he said. 

"You're not taking him down from where he is are you?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"No he's just fine there. I'm going to get him used to 
toilet play," Ghankay replied. 

Baptiste turned away in disgust as he said, "okay but 
make sure the fucker is watching when it's my turn to 
fuck Jallah." 

It is worth mentioning here that of the four friends 
only Ghankay got sexual kicks from shit play. Because 
of that he was never able to indulge his pet love 
except when the others were away. 

As Ghankay went to the toilet to have a good shit Gyude 
was fucking Jallah as hard and fast as he could. As 
Ghankay returned he could hear Gyude panting and 
groaning loudly and his noises mingled with Jallah's as 
both seemed to be going great guns. Then Gyude erupted 
inside Jallah and shot his seed into the ex guard's 
bowels to join that of Ghankay's. Having shot his load 
Gyude pulled out of the groaning man and Koffa took 
over. 

Koffa's ten inch long cock was well ready for action 
and the man drove it straight up Jallah's hole. Jallah 
groaned as he felt that long monster inside him and 
started to work his buttocks and arse muscles. 

Ghankay was standing just behind Damon and he was able 
to reach the white man's mouth very easily with his 
hand. Damon could smell the rank masculine stink of his 
black master's body and it made him feel dizzy with 
desire to have Ghankay's big black cock up his cunt. 
Ghankay had not cleaned his hole after having a good 
shit and, once again, he thrust his middle finger up it 
and twisted and turned it around. He pulled it out and 
it was covered with stinking brown shit. The black man 
whispered in Damon's ear. 

"If you want my cock up your cunt, if you want to lick 
my sweat covered body whilst I fuck you, you'll start 
licking the shit of my finger. If you don't want me to 
possess you then close your mouth and turn your head 
away." 

Damon's head did not move but his tongue came out and 
he started to lick the shit off Ghankay's finger 
without any hesitation at all. Once it was clean 
Ghankay forced two of his fingers up his own arse, his 
middle and third finger. He twisted them around and 
pushed them in and out and made sure that they had a 
liberal covering of his shit. Then he offered them up 
to Damon's mouth. 

"Lick them clean you shit loving white fuck pig," he 
hissed into Damon's ear and the white man needed no 
second demand as he started to lick Ghankay's shit off 
and swallowed it. 

"When I have you alone white boy will you open your 
mouth as I squat over you and let me shit into it. Just 
nod your head if you agree," Ghankay whispered whilst 
Damon continued to lick the shit of the black man's 
fingers. 

Damon nodded his head up and down. 

"Will you suck the shit out of my shit hole and then 
lick my hole clean. Just nod if you agree," Ghankay 
said as Damon was finishing off cleaning the man's 
fingers. 

Damon nodded his head up and down. 

Ghankay's fingers were clean of all shit now. 

"You're fucking disgusting, a disgrace to the fucking 
uniform you used to wear," snorted Ghankay punching 
Damon in his ribs. "What the fuck would your CO or 
comrades say if they knew that you wanted to eat a 
nigger's fucking shit?" he asked punching Damon again. 

Hot tears poured down Damon's cheeks as he heard 
Ghankay's words. The young white soldier feared that 
Ghankay had rejected him and would no longer play with 
him. He couldn't have cared what any other white 
fucking bastard thought. He'd do anything to belong to 
Ghankay. 

Ghankay returned to his companions with a smile playing 
around his lips. He could hardly wait for the time to 
come when he would fill the white man's mouth with his 
nigger shit. As he sat down on the ground and took a 
beer Koffa was just about to cum. 

The man had been fucking Jallah non stop for close on 
forty five minutes. He started to shoot his load into 
the cum filled guts of the ex guard as Jallah groaned 
with pleasure. Then Koffa got off the man. 

Jallah's cunt was beginning to look very red and sore 
and cum was leaking out of it. Baptiste spoke to the 
guard who had been the first to ground his comrade's 
balls into the floor. The man was sporting a huge 
erection now. He lowered his shorts and stepped out of 
them and took his place at Jallah's rear. Then he 
started to fuck the shit out of his one time mate. His 
cock was just over seven inches long but it was at 
least four inches thick. Not as thick as Baptiste's 
monster but still far thicker than average. 

Jallah yelped as that thick cock was forced into his 
hole. He yelped as it ploughed up his back passage. He 
started to groan as the guard began to fuck him and he 
worked his buttocks in and out. This man was a stayer 
and he fucked Jallah just as long as Koffa had done as 
the four friends sat around swigging beer and watching. 

When the guard had finished his companion took his 
place. After that two more guards fucked Jallah whose 
cunt was now red raw. His legs were covered in cum 
where it spilled from his bowels and the man was no 
longer working his buttocks as he felt completely 
fucked out. 

Than Baptiste saw three cooks standing in the main door 
and watching. He called to them and they came running 
over. One of them dropped his white and blue patterned 
trousers and stepped out of them. His cock was 
enormous, only Baptiste's cock was longer than the 
eleven inch beauty the cook was displaying. The man 
shoved that cock straight up Jallah's hole and the poor 
black ex guard groaned with pain. His prostate had been 
numbed by all the fucking and all the man felt now was 
a deep raw burning pain as the cook's cock thrust in 
and out of his sore intestines. 

Then the cook shot his load and his place was taken by 
the second of the three cooks. That man fucked Jallah 
for twenty minutes before he too fired his load. The 
third cook started work and, maybe due to all the 
excitement or it could have been because he preferred 
the cock of the first cook up his arse, he only lasted 
nine minutes before cumming. As he pulled out and 
joined his two companions the first cook took hold of 
one of his buttocks and squeezed it. He then ran his 
finger over his friend's hole before the man pulled up 
his blue and white cook's trousers. The three now stood 
watching as Baptiste got to his feet. 

"Well I see we've run out of cocks ready to fuck your 
cunt," he said to Jallah who lay in a pool of cum. 

The man's lower body and legs were also covered in the 
sperm. Jallah lay groaning as his whole insides felt as 
if they were on fire. 

"I guess it's my turn now Jallah," Baptiste said as his 
fourteen inch long and beer can thick cock throbbed 
madly whilst pre-cum leaked from the piss slit. 

"Let's see how you enjoy your last fuck on this earth," 
he said as he shoved his long thick cock straight up 
Jallah's cunt. 

He pulled out slightly and thrust in again, out once 
more and back in. Jallah moaned as his bowels were 
stretched even wider. Baptiste started to fuck faster 
and soon all fourteen inches of cock was driving in and 
out of Jallah's hole. For sixty minutes Baptiste fucked 
Jallah non stop. Sweat was pouring off the master onto 
his servant as he fucked the shit out of him. 

"Jallah your cunt is not working properly you're not 
squeezing my cock as I fuck you," Baptiste whispered as 
he reached forward with his hands. 

He placed his big strong hands either side of Jallah's 
neck and his strong fingers moved around Jallah's 
throat. 

"You want to make me happy don't you Jallah, you want 
to squeeze my cock with your arse muscles as if it were 
in a vice don't you Jallah," he whispered as he fucked 
in and out of the ex guards cunt and his strong fingers 
tightened slightly around the man's throat. 

Jallah could feel Baptiste's fingers tightening as his 
breathing became slightly restricted. He tried to buck 
Baptiste off his back but he was far too weak to manage 
that. Baptiste was fucking in and out of Jallah's cunt 
as hard and fast as he could. He leant over the man he 
was lying on and gave Jallah a kiss on the back of his 
neck and his fingers tightened some more. 

Jallah was gasping for air now as he felt Baptiste's 
long thick cock driving in and out of his hole. 
Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude were watching fascinated as 
they saw the ex guard's eyes begin to bulge. The three 
cooks were watching as were the four guards and they 
were all sporting huge erections but they were not 
smiling or talking as they heard Jallah's rasping 
noises as he tried to get air into his lungs. 

"Come on Jallah make me happy," Baptiste whispered as 
his strong black fingers tightened some more. 

"Squeeze my cock with your arse muscles, make me shoot 
my load before I dispatch you to a better world," he 
said as he continued to fuck in and out. 

Ten minutes had passed since he had first put his hands 
around Jallah's throat. He squeezed a little tighter 
and Jallah's face started to turn purple and his eyes 
looked as if they would burst. 

"Come on boy, work that fucking arse," Baptiste said as 
he tightened his grip round the throat even more. 

The black man could feel his own balls tighten and knew 
that soon he'd be shooting his load. Jallah was trying 
to struggle beneath him but he was far to weak to have 
any effect on Baptiste. Tighter and tighter was 
Baptiste's grip around Jallah's neck as he fucked in 
and out of his victim. Then, still holding the man's 
throat tightly, he started to shake Jallah's head back 
and forth. The man beneath Baptiste began to flap his 
handless arms about as his air was finally cut off. 
Baptiste was fucking in and out of Jallah like a madmen 
as he squeezed the last drop of life out of his victim. 

Then, in his death throes, Jallah's arse muscles 
tightened like a vice around Baptiste's cock. The last 
thing Jallah felt on this earth was Baptiste's seed 
bursting forth into his body as the man shot his huge 
load of semen into his victim's bowels. 

He kept his grip around Jallah's neck long after the 
man was dead as he slowly fucked in and out of the now 
relaxed cunt. Then Baptiste let go of Jallah's neck and 
pulled his cock from the lifeless body and walked over 
to his friends who all had big grins on their faces. 

"And that boys was what I call a real good fuck," he 
said. 

From the time that Baptiste had first mounted Jallah 
more than two hours had passed. 

The cooks, cocks still fully erect, silently left the 
room. That night the two cook lovers had one of the 
best fucks of their lives. Ghankay sat swigging beer 
together with Baptiste as they reflected on what had 
just happened. Koffa went to the dead body of Jallah 
and started to fuck the man again as Gyude stood 
watching in silence. Koffa did not fuck the man's body 
for long. 

"Shit," he said, "I can't understand those bastards who 
enjoy fucking the dead. You get no reaction from 
corpses I think I'll stick to the living." 

When he'd finished the beer Baptiste instructed two of 
the guards to take Jallah's body and leave it for the 
wild animals to devour. Then he walked across to Damon 
who had watched the whole scene with mounting horror. 

"I hope you give me as good a fuck as Jallah did when 
your turn comes around," Baptiste said and then turned 
on his heel and walked out of the room. 

The other three men had a little chat and decided that, 
as it was very late now, they would leave Damon where 
he was for the night. The guards could release him in 
the morning and then he could carry out his normal 
routine. By the time he had finished eating they would 
be ready for another day's play with their white 
soldier. 


CHAPTER TWELVE


The next day everybody seemed very subdued. Two guards 
lowered Damon released his various restraints, removed 
the leather boots from his badly swollen feet and took 
him to get cleaned up. Then they fed him. 

Later in the morning his four owners came and gave him 
a whipping, then a caning and finally they beat the 
shit out of him with a belt. After their break they 
took turns at fucking him or making him suck their 
cocks. 

When they had finished he was taken once again for his 
evening cleaning and feeding ritual by the guard. After 
that the four Africans put him back into his usual 
nightly bondage on the platform. 

For the next five days this type of routine was 
followed without any new tortures or bondage being 
introduced. It was almost as if the four owners were 
totally exhausted from their exploits on the day that 
the guard was murdered. 

The sixth day dawned but nobody came to release Damon 
and take him to the bathroom and then feed him. It was 
the middle of the morning before anybody came near the 
place. Then the four Liberian's entered the room 
laughing and talking. They approached Damon as he hung 
just above the platform by his nipples, cock and balls. 

"Hm his bollocks are getting well stretched now," 
Baptiste remarked. 

"Yeah and look at the fucker's nipples, they're almost 
as big as a cows teats," Gyude said excitedly. 

"Down boy, fucking down boy," Baptiste said laughingly 
to Gyude, "you'll have your chance at them before the 
fucker leaves us I promise you." 

"I want a change to our games today," Ghankay said, 
"I'm getting bored with just whipping and caning the 
fucker and it doesn't have much effect on the bastard 
these days." 

"True," replied Baptiste, "we want to put some 
excitement back into our games. The fucker hardly ever 
screams these days." 

"He don't scream because he fucking enjoys being 
whipped or caned," Koffa said, "I've noticed how his 
cock throbs when he sees us reach for the cane." 

"Toes," Baptiste said and left that one word hanging in 
the air. 

"What about them?" ventured Gyude. 

"See how much he screams as we remove each of his toe 
nails. If he screams too loud or does not scream loud 
enough as the nail is removed then that toe will be 
flattened with a hammer," Baptiste said. 

"Fucking shit that's hilarious," Koffa said his black 
face beaming and his white teeth gleaming. "He can't 
fucking win at that game." 

"That's right," Baptiste said complacently "because the 
judge who decides whether or not his screams are 
correct will be the one dealing with the toe." 

"Pity he's got to be judged on his screaming I'd have 
enjoyed him rimming me whilst you were playing with his 
feet," Ghankay remarked with a wry smile. 

Damon had been listening to this conversation. His 
whole body was hurting from the way he was tied up just 
above the platform but his cock was rigid and had been 
leaking pre-cum most of the night. He wriggled slightly 
so that more exquisitely erotic pains shot through his 
balls and nipples. God that was painful but made him 
feel so horny he thought to himself as he wriggled a 
little more. Then he screwed up the courage to speak. 

"Please Sir Master don't hurt my feet any more. They 
feel so terrible just as if they are on fire Sir 
Master," he pleaded looking at Baptiste with his sad 
eyes. 

"Well if they're hurting so fucking much now cunt I 
doubt whether our playing with them will hurt them much 
more. Now shut your miserable fucking mouth and don't 
open it again until you are ready to scream," Baptiste 
replied. 

The four friends quickly removed the various restraints 
from Damon's body and he was soon lying back on the 
platform. Ghankay grabbed him by the hair and pulled 
him off so that he was half lying on the floor. 

"That's the only reason we've not scalped you yet white 
shit, we find your hair useful to move you around," 
grunted Ghankay adding, "now fucking get on your feet 
and walk across to the table" indicating the table he'd 
first been on when his finger nails had been removed 
and his thumbs and small fingers disjointed. 

Damon walked across very carefully trying to avoid 
putting too much pressure on his feet. He was shaking 
and trembling as he knew how terribly painful it was to 
have his nails pulled out. Despite all of that his cock 
was rock hard, his red swollen balls were hanging very 
low now and his nipples, angry red orbs on his chest, 
were beginning to look larger than a pregnant woman's 
teats. He stood trembling by the table. 

"Get on it cunt and lay on your back. Don't piss us 
around now because I'm not in the mood for it," 
Baptiste snapped. 

Damon was unable to jump onto the table, putting such 
pressure on his burnt feet was too much for him. He 
managed to scramble very untidily onto it and lay on 
his back and waited. The Africans manacled his wrists 
to the side of the table and then secured a strap over 
his chest and another across his belly. His right leg 
was strapped down across the thigh and ankle but his 
left leg was left free. Ghankay was the one securing 
the belly strap and his hand brushed against Damon's 
hard cock and he got some pre-cum onto it. 

"For fuck sake watch what you're doing with that 
fucking miserable thing you call a cock," snarled 
Ghankay and licked the pre-cum from his hand. 

"Shit you really do want nigger cock bad don't you, 
you're fucking horny all the time just thinking about a 
big black cock up your cunt aren't you?" Ghankay 
snapped and then flicked Damon's purple and swollen 
cock head with the nail of his thumb and finger. 

Damon's hard on immediately went down as Ghankay 
finished tightening the strap around the white 
soldier's belly. Little did the African know how he had 
scored a bull's eye with his comments. 

Again the pecking order had been worked out earlier. 
Each man was going to attend to one of Damon's toes 
and, once the toe nail had been ripped out he would 
decide whether or not Damon's screams had been at the 
correct level. If not he would then hammer the toe 
until it was broken. They were each allowed fifteen 
minutes. They would start with his big toe and finish 
with his tiny one and then attend to the other foot. 

The chimer was set up to go off at every fifteen 
minutes. Any toe on which the work was not yet finished 
would be left as the next man took over on a new toe. 
They were going in order of seniority so to speak. 
Baptiste would begin, then Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude. A 
chair was put in place near the bottom of the table and 
Baptiste sat down. 

He took Damon's left foot in his hand and stroked the 
burnt and blistered flesh as he stared at the blackened 
big toe nail. Then he picked up a pair of pliers, metal 
ones with flat jaws, opened the jaws and placed them 
over the nail. Then he closed the jaws and gave a short 
tug and a jerk. Damon grunted as his leg shook with 
fear. 

Baptiste was sitting so that he could see Damon's face 
as he started work on his nail. He tugged and twisted 
much harder and the nail began to tear away from the 
quick. The pain was acute and Damon's grunts changed to 
shrill screams as Baptiste continued to twist and pull 
on the nail. Then, with the jaws gripping it strongly, 
Baptiste pulled the nail outwards from the toe and down 
towards Damon's ankles. 

Damon was shrieking from the pain as the nail was torn 
out from the toe. Baptiste looked up at the shrieking 
white man. His face was stern, not a hint of a smile, 
not a sign of pleasure apart from his fourteen inch 
cock which was fully erect and throbbing as it leaked 
pre-cum. 

"I am afraid that your screams were much too loud" 
Baptiste said as he reached for a hammer. "Koffa and 
Gyude will you please hold this white scumbags foot 
down on the table?" 

His two friends grabbed Damon's leg and bent it until 
the sole of his foot was flat on the table. His big toe 
where the nail had been was a mass of pink flesh with 
white specks. There was very little blood but already 
the toe was swelling. 

"Hold that foot tightly in place brothers," Baptiste 
said as he raised the hammer in the air. 

Then he brought it down as hard as he could smashing it 
into the joint. Damon shrieked from the pain and 
Baptiste struck the toe again. The flesh burst in a 
flood of blood as the hammer came down for a third 
time. Baptiste then took hold of the battered toe and 
twisted and turned it but there was no resistance from 
the joints. The toe had been smashed to bits in several 
places and the nigger sat back with a satisfied smile 
playing around his lips as the chimer went off. 

Ghankay now took the place of Baptiste. As he picked up 
the same pliers the chimer was started again. He 
fastened the jaws around Damon's second toe nail and 
started to twist and turn and pull it. Damon was crying 
and screaming and his body was jerking and pulling at 
the straps that held him down. Nothing he did could 
stop Ghankay from slowly ripping his nail from his toe. 
Shrieking with pain and froth bubbling from his mouth 
Damon was not even granted some relief by passing out. 
He remained fully conscious as the nail was ripped from 
his toe. 

"I hate you fucking white lumps of shit and I hate your 
cowardly natures," Ghankay said as he glared at Damon's 
pain racked eyes. "Why the fuck did god put you 
bastards on this earth I'll never fucking know. Thank 
the lord us niggers are gradually taking control. Hold 
his foot boys," Ghankay requested. 

Once again Koffa and Gyude held Damon's foot down on 
the table as Ghankay raised the hammer. He brought it 
crashing down on the joint of the toe which immediately 
cracked. He brought it down again trying to flatten the 
toe. His aim was not perfect and he struck the battered 
big toe as well. Damon lay shrieking in agony. 

Then Ghankay was replaced by Koffa. Again the chimer 
was started and Koffa tore out Damon's third toe nail 
and then smashed the toe with the hammer until it was 
beyond repair. Gyude had his turn at it. He found it 
rather difficult to tear the nail out and he was 
sweating heavily before he managed to rip it from the 
toe. He picked up the hammer but as he did so the 
chimer went off. 

"Hard luck Gyude but you'll soon be able to have 
another try at a different toe," Baptiste said as he 
took his place on the chair. 

Just over one hour and fifteen minutes later the toes 
of Damon's left foot had no nails and four out of the 
five were smashed beyond repair. 

They then strapped his left leg to the table whilst 
releasing his right. The chair was moved to the other 
side and Ghankay now sat down. He was the one to have 
the pleasure of removing the nail from the big toe of 
Damon's right foot. He did it just as efficiently as he 
had dealt with the first nail and, accompanied by 
Damon's frenzied screams, he smashed the big toe until 
it was a flat pulp of broken bone and flesh. 

The treatment continued, Koffa next and then Gyude. 
This time Gyude managed to make a quicker job of 
tearing the toe nail off the toe and was able to have a 
go with the hammer. He made up for missing out the 
first time around as he too battered the toe into a 
bloody pulp. Then he handed the chair over to Baptiste. 
For the third time Baptiste took the pliers and ripped 
the nail from one of Damon's toes and then battered it 
with the hammer. 

Ghankay with a big smile on his face sat down. 

"When I do this I dream of the time that I will have 
your bitch of a mother here," he said to the screaming 
young white man. 

He pulled and tore at the nail as Damon shrieked in 
agony. 

"Did you know that arrangements are already under way 
to have the cow brought here. She's going to be fucked 
every minute of the day and night by big nigger cocks 
whilst she watches the same being done to you" Ghankay 
said conversationally as he twisted, turned and pulled 
at Damon's one remaining toe nail. 

"Did you know that your bitch of a mother has already 
been introduced to nigger cock and she loves it? The 
cow is coming here voluntarily because she's been 
promised an unlimited supply of big black cock and a 
cunt full of real man's sperm," Ghankay said as now 
three quarters of the nail was off the toe. 

"The stupid white cow wants to breed black babies 
because she's so disappointed in the white fucking brat 
that she produced. She hopes that you will learn to be 
a real man as you get fucked up your cunt by big black 
nigger cocks," Ghankay went on as he tore the nail from 
Damon's toe. 

Damon's brain was numb with pain. Red mists of pain 
kept rolling past his eyes as in the far distance he 
could hear Ghankay's voice mockingly telling him about 
his mother. As the hammer started to pound his one 
remaining toe Damon was in such a terrible mental state 
that he believed every word the black man said. He 
truly believed that his mother was coming to join them 
and act as a twenty four hour receptacle for nigger 
cock and sperm. The hammer had stopped pounding his 
flesh as Damon lay in acute agony. Yet all he could 
think about was that Ghankay would be fucking his bitch 
of a mother's cunt instead of his own and he felt so 
insanely jealous that he wished that she was dead. 

Three hours had passed since the men had started on 
Damon's toes and now he was left with no nails and only 
one toe that had not been smashed by the hammer. Both 
his feet were deep black and blue and swollen already 
to the size of balloons. 

"Let's get the bastard back on his feet," Baptiste said 
and they started to unstrap him. 

As they were removing his bonds Damon was in a terrible 
state of pain but his brain reminded him of his duty. 

In a voice barely recognisable as human Damon managed 
to croak "Thank you Sirs and Masters and thank you Sirs 
for taking such good care of my toes." Then he started 
to sob. 

As the last strap was undone Baptiste spoke directly to 
Damon. 

"You will get off this table and stand up. If you do 
not stand up on your feet, if you fall or sit down then 
I will know that you have no more use for your feet." 

He paused a moment and looked coldly at the young white 
man. Then he continued. 

"If you have no further use for your feet we will do 
you a favour and remove them. Now stand up," he 
ordered. 

Damon's feet were in a terrible state as the young 
white man swung slowly round so that they were hanging 
over the side of the table. Then, very slowly, he slid 
off the table and his feet touched the floor. Agonising 
pains flooded through his body as he started to stand 
up. He managed and stood on those tortured feet as he 
clung to the table. 

"Let go of the table and stand up straight," Baptiste 
snapped. 

Damon released his hold of the table. His legs 
quivered, he swayed, he felt dizzy and faint as he 
stood on his feet. But stand he did. Such was the fear 
of having his feet chopped off, and he knew that 
Baptiste would do it after all the man had chopped 
Jallah's foot off, that he stood on his tortured feet 
unaided as the most frightful pains course through his 
body. He was drenched in sweat and he swayed and 
trembled. But the white soldier remained standing alone 
and unaided as the four Africans looked at him all of 
them willing him to fall down. 

Then Baptiste turned away. 

"Time to eat brothers, we'll come back and play with 
this fucker in a couple of hours." 

He called to the guards and two of them came running 
in. 

"Let this lump of shit use the bathroom and then feed 
him. If you feel like a piss use him and you can fuck 
the cunt as well but make sure that he's clean and fed 
ready for us to play with him in two hours," he 
instructed. 

Then Baptiste and his friends went off for their food 
leaving two grinning guards, shorts well tented, 
behind. Of course they did not know that, as their 
masters ate in another room, they would be able to 
observe all that happened in the bathroom by the hidden 
CCTV. 

The guards pushed and shoved Damon towards the 
bathroom. The man's feet were hurting so much that he 
could hardly move them but the real fear of having them 
cut off motivated him as nothing else could and he made 
it to the bathroom. He was allowed a piss and a shit as 
the guards stood watching. Then one of them dropped his 
shorts and stepped out of them. His black cock was 
fully erect and was nine inches of black manhood. It 
was circumcised, thick and stank to high heaven. He 
moved so that he was standing between Damon's legs 
whilst the young white man sat on the toilet having a 
crap. Then, in passably good English, the guard spoke 
to Damon. 

"I want a piss white man and I want to piss in your 
mouth," he said pressing his cock head against Damon's 
lips. 

Damon's cock stiffened immediately as he opened his 
mouth and closed it around the guard's stinking tool. 
Then he placed his hands around the black man's 
buttocks pulling him into his face. The big cock was 
well down Damon's throat as it started to gush forth 
hot piss. Damon swallowed with pleasure, the white man 
really loved nigger's hot strong piss now, and could 
feel the acidic urine flowing down his gullet and into 
his stomach. He pulled harder on the guard's buttocks 
until the man's cock was all the way down his throat 
and his balls were grinding into Damon's chin and still 
the flow of hot urine continued. 

Damon had no idea what the guard had been drinking but 
it had sure made his urine extra strong and tangy and 
seemed to taste of everything that was good about 
African men. It tasted of raw masculinity; it tasted of 
tangy cum; it tasted of sweat but most of all it tasted 
of pure nigger urine. 

It took the guard only a couple of minutes to empty his 
bladder and then the other guard spoke to him. He 
pulled his cock from Damon's mouth and handed him the 
hosepipe. 

"You clean yourself now white scumbag," he said with a 
friendly grin. His cock was still fully erect. 

His companion now spoke, also in pretty fair English. 

"You hurry and clean yourself and then we fuck you both 
ends. After that you shower and we give you food. But 
hurry mustn't be late," he said also smiling happily at 
Damon. 

As soon as Damon heard that he was going to have two 
nigger cocks inside his body he hurried to finish 
flushing himself out. As he did so he looked at the 
second guard's cock and hoped it would be the one he 
sucked on. The uncut cock was only eight inches long 
and just under two inches thick. But, with the foreskin 
fully stretched back, it was covered in a thick and 
smelly coating of white and yellow cock cheese. Damon 
wanted to chew on that cheese badly as he prayed to 
himself that it would be that cock he sucked. And it 
was. 

Once he had finished with the hosepipe the guards made 
him lean over the side of the bath. The one who had 
pissed in his mouth stood behind him whilst the one 
with the thick cock cheese got into the bath and stood 
in front of Damon's head. The white soldier felt, with 
deep satisfaction, a nigger cock head pressing against 
his cunt. He relaxed his arse muscle and gave a deep 
sigh as the thick cock entered his cunt. Then the 
second guard pushed his stinking cock against the lips 
of Damon's mouth. 

Damon took a long hard sniff as the aroma of the 
stinking black cock made him feel dizzy. He stuck out 
his tongue and started to lick on the cock cheese to 
loosen it. Then he closed his mouth around the guard's 
fuck pole and started to suck the thick layer of cheese 
off it and swallowed it greedily. Then he started to 
suck the cock into his mouth and down his throat as the 
guard grunted and groaned with pleasure. 

The first one was already fucking Damon's cunt with the 
whole length of his cock and the second now started to 
drive his cock in and out of Damon's throat. Within 
minutes the two were working together matching each 
others strokes perfectly as Damon thrust backwards and 
forwards with his buttocks and drove his lips up and 
down the cock in his mouth keeping perfect time with 
the two nigger cocks that were giving him such a good 
time. 

He forgot the pain from his feet, he forgot everything 
but the feel and taste of those big black nigger cocks 
as they fucked him hard from both ends. Unfortunately 
for Damon this session was short lived as in just under 
twenty minutes they both started to shoot their load. 

Damon was swallowing the thick nigger cream that was 
shooting down his gullet as he felt his bowels filling 
with black sperm. He could feel the big black balls 
pressing into his buttocks and into his chin as they 
released their loads into his body. Then the guards, 
their balls empty and their cocks beginning to soften, 
pulled out of the happy white man. 

"Flush your cunt out once more and then get into the 
shower. Five minutes only to get cleaned up," one of 
the guards said. 

Ten minutes later Damon and the guards left the 
bathroom. They led the white man back to the table and 
told him to stand beside it. Then they went off and 
collected his plate of food and brought it back to him. 
He ate it and then they left him alone. 

Damon's thoughts ran back to the fuck session in the 
bathroom and, though it had been great, he found 
himself wishing that Ghankay had been the one fucking 
him. As his mind thought about that, his hard cock 
throbbed excitedly and he hardly felt the pain from his 
feet. 

"You see what I mean," Ghankay was saying in another 
room as he and his friends started to return to Damon. 
"That white fucking whore loves black cock, did you see 
the way he cleaned that fucking cheese off the guards 
cock. You could see he couldn't get enough of it." 

"Well I'm going to use that three foot long dildo on 
the bastard when we go back in there," Baptiste 
announced. 

The other three all beamed their pleasure. 

"I've an idea," Ghankay said. "You see how he loves the 
taste of nigger piss, you could see from his face he 
was enjoying the drink from that guard's cock." 

"Yes," replied Baptiste. 

"After we've finished with his cunt today let's put him 
in the staff piss house. Make him kneel there with his 
mouth open and who ever uses that shit house for a piss 
will piss down his throat. He's had a late meal today 
so he won't need one later. He can serve as a piss bowl 
for the cooks, guards and cleaners until we're ready to 
bed him down for the night." 

The three other men howled with laughter and told 
Baptiste what a great idea it was. Then Gyude, who was 
clever at those sort of things, said that he would fix 
up a hidden CCTV camera in the shit house so that they 
could get close up shots of all the action whilst they 
were taking it easy in their private quarters. He would 
do it whilst his three friends were playing with Damon. 
That went down very well and so they returned to the 
main room as happy as pigs in shit. Gyude was not with 
them as he was going to fix up the camera. 

Back in the main room they stood around Damon who, 
despite his broken toes, was still standing upright. 

"You like being fucked do you scum?" Baptiste asked. 

"Yes Sir Master I do," Damon answered. 

"Then why the fuck did you not thank the guards for 
fucking you?" Baptiste asked as he started to squeeze 
Damon's poor balls making the white man wince. 

"I'm sorry Sir Master I was in a hurry to get back to 
this room. I didn't want to be late for you Sir 
Master," Damon replied as his balls continued to be 
squeezed in Baptiste's powerful hand. 

"You like drinking nigger piss do you white man?" 
Baptiste asked not relaxing his grip for a second. 

"Yes Sir Master I like drinking nigger piss a lot Sir 
Master," Damon answered. 

"Then why did you not thank the guard for letting you 
drink his piss?" Baptiste asked as he now not only 
squeezed Damon's nuts but started to twist them as 
well. 

Tears were forced from Damon's eyes as he answered. 

"I'm sorry Sir Master but I forgot Sir Master," Damon 
answered. 

"Is it because they are only guards and you think that 
you are much better than them. Is it because they are 
just poor black peasants and you think that you're some 
high and mighty white lord and master?" Baptiste 
enquired still twisting and squeezing Damon's nuts. 

"No Sir Master, oh no Sir Master I know that I am 
inferior to all black men Sir Master," Damon replied. 

Baptiste released his grip of Damon's balls as Ghankay 
congratulated him on being so observant. 

"Fuck me Baptiste you don't miss fuck all do you?" 
Ghankay said with a laugh. 

Baptiste now called out and the two guards who had 
escorted Damon to the bathroom entered. They were, as 
usual, barefoot. 

"Get down on your hands and knees crawl across to the 
sentries. Kiss the soles of their feet and then lick 
between each of their toes. When you have licked the 
first foot you will say how sorry you are for not 
thanking them for pissing in your mouth and then 
fucking you. After kissing the second foot and licking 
between all the toes you will repeat it. Then you will 
do the same to the other guard's feet" Baptiste stated. 

Damon got down on his hands and knees and crawled over 
to where the guards were standing together giggling. He 
raised the left foot of the guard who had pissed in his 
mouth and fucked his cunt and kissed the sole of his 
foot. Then he stuck his tongue between the big toe and 
the next and licked. It was all stinking and funky and 
sweaty. 

He did the same between the second and third toes, then 
the third and fourth and after that between the fourth 
and fifth toes. He let go of the guard's foot and 
looked up at the man's face. He could see the guard's 
big black balls as he looked up the leg of his shorts. 
The front of both guards shorts were tented where, once 
again, they were sporting erections. He felt dizzy with 
desire. 

"Sir I am very sorry indeed that I did not thank you 
for pissing down my throat and then for fucking me. 
Please forgive me Sir for my ignorant behaviour," Damon 
said. 

Then he moved to the guard's second foot, repeated the 
same kissing and licking procedure and finally asked 
for the guard's forgiveness for his rude behaviour. 
Having attended to the first guard Damon then moved to 
the second and did it all over again. When he was 
finished he thanked the guards for allowing him to kiss 
and lick their feet and then waited for Baptiste to 
tell him what to do. 

Baptiste dismissed the guards but he told them to drink 
plenty of beer during the rest of the day and tell all 
the rest of the staff to do the same. Beer would be 
free today. The guards went off whooping with joy. 

Koffa told Baptiste that he would like to play with 
Damon's cock and balls and make him cum. Baptiste knew 
that Koffa loved the taste of cum and so he was quite 
happy to agree. Ghankay expressed a wish to have Damon 
rim him. Again Baptiste agreed but warned Ghankay about 
the rule that they had, no scat. It was okay for Damon 
to lick and suck Ghankay's shit hole as long as he did 
not start shitting into Damon's mouth. Ghankay looked 
at Baptiste rather resentfully. 

"Okay man I know the fucking rules," he protested. "Is 
there some fucking rule that says I can't have a shit 
in the toilet and then let that white bastard scumbag 
lick my shit hole clean? he asked in a sarcastic 
manner. 

"You know there's not Ghankay, don't get all fucking 
worked up. You know how the rest of us hate scat," 
Baptiste answered feeling rather annoyed at his 
henchman. 

"Good," snorted Ghankay, "then I'm off for a shit. 
Don't wait around for me," and he stumped off towards 
the bathroom. 

"He'll be okay when he's cooled down a bit," Baptiste 
murmured to Koffa. "Now let's get this cunt ready for 
our play." 

They position Damon on his back on a bench. He was 
laying lengthways with his buttocks on the front edge 
of the bench. Baptiste lowered two cables that had 
manacles attached and snapped them shut around the 
white soldier's ankles. The cables were far wider apart 
than the width of the bench. When the cables started to 
be pulled back up to the ceiling Damon's legs were not 
only pulled upwards but were also stretched wide apart. 

His cock stood erect and his swollen balls hung down 
between his legs and hung over the crease in his 
buttocks. Koffa had pulled Damon's arms down the side 
of the bench and manacled his wrists to the bottom of 
the legs so that he could not raise his torso. The 
white soldier's head rested comfortably on the padded 
top of the bench. 

"Get his bollocks out the way Koffa I want to get at 
his cunt," Baptiste said impatiently as Damon's well 
stretched bollock bag hung down over the crease in his 
arse. 

"Sure thing," replied Koffa happily as he leant over 
and grabbed Damon's balls and pulled his scrotum up 
towards his belly button. 

The black man's fingers rolled the swollen nuts about 
as he started to lick the pre-cum from Damon's 
throbbing cock. 

"Now you white scumbag I want to see just how many 
times you can shoot your fucking load into my mouth," 
Koffa said as he started to suck on Damon's throbbing 
cock. 

Baptiste had returned with a huge black dildo. Not 
counting the huge black balls at the base it measured a 
full three feet in length, that is thirty six inches of 
black latex rubber. At the head it was three inches 
thick and at it's base it was a full eighteen inches 
across. The black man showed it to Damon. 

"I've never yet found a cunt that can take all of this 
without his ring splitting. Let's see how you manage. 
By the way no fucker has yet ever taken all thirty six 
inches but you most certainly fucking well will. Lay 
back and enjoy yourself," Baptiste said as he started 
to lubricate the enormous dildo. 

Just then Ghankay came sauntering back. 

"Well I've had a good shit, even if it was wasted," he 
said, "and now I need my hole to be cleaned." 

"Just in time," Baptiste said with a welcoming smile, 
"I'm about to start forcing the dildo up the bastard's 
cunt." 

"He'll love that it's fucking black. He'll probably 
think it's a nigger cock up his cunt," Ghankay replied 
as he straddled the bench with a leg either side of 
Damon's head. 

Koffa said nothing he was too busy sucking the white 
soldier's hard cock whilst playing with his swollen 
balls. 

Damon could see Ghankay's muscular black thighs either 
side of his head. The black man was squatting very 
slightly and Damon could see his brown hole, he could 
also smell it. He shivered with erotic excitement as 
his cock throbbed down Koffa's throat and then he felt 
the big dildo cock head pressing against the lips of 
his cunt so he relaxed his arse muscles. As he did so 
Ghankay looked down at him. 

"Mouth open you black nigger cock loving fucking white 
pig and when I sit down I want your tongue to start 
working on my shit hole." Ghankay said. 

"Sir Master can you release my hands so that I can play 
with your black balls and cock whilst I lick the shit 
from your hole Sir Master" Damon panted as he felt 
Koffa's hot mouth moving up and down his hard white 
cock. 

For a moment Ghankay was tempted to agree but he knew 
Baptiste would not like it. He did not want a 
confrontation with his friend and leader just yet so he 
simply grunted and sat hard down on Damon's face. 
Damon's nose was pressing into the small of Ghankay's 
back and his open mouth was over the black man's shit 
hole. 

Ghankay's buttocks were pressing hard down on Damon's 
face forming almost a perfect seal. The young soldier 
was forced to breathe through his nose or else he would 
have suffocated. Damon was in heaven as Ghankay's shit 
hole rested over his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and 
started to lick. 

Baptiste was pressing hard on the dildo and the cock 
head forced Damon's cunt lips apart and entered the 
white man's body. Baptiste pushed hard and forced the 
first six inches of the thirty six inch long dildo into 
Damon's bowels. Then he pulled it out slightly, thrust 
it back in, out again and back in so that nine inches 
of dildo was now up the white soldier's back passage. 

Koffa was sucking hard on Damon's cock. His mouth was 
moving up and down the shaft as he sucked the whole 
length down his throat. He could feel the cock head 
throbbing as he played with the white man's balls. 
Damon was on the edge of cumming as Koffa worked on his 
cock. The young soldier had been on the verge of 
shooting his load many hundreds of times over the past 
days. 

He ran his tongue around and across the shit covered 
lips of Ghankay's arse. The taste of his hero, his 
lord, his master, made Damon dizzy with pleasure. As 
the dildo drove ever deeper into his bowels his body 
gave an almighty jerk and he started to fill Koffa' 
gullet with his cum. 

Koffa loved the taste of cum, he did not care who gave 
it him it was something he thoroughly enjoyed. He'd 
sucked all his three friends off on many occasions, the 
last time having been during the night following the 
day the guard had been snuffed. He sucked every drop of 
cum from Damon's balls but did not let the man's cock 
leave his mouth. He started to tickle the white man's 
balls as he sucked on the softening cock. 

The dildo was now in Damon's cunt up to a depth of 
twelve inches and still it was being forced deeper. As 
the shaft thickened Damon's cunt lip's stretched but 
the white man did not seem to notice. Baptiste pulled 
the dildo almost all the way out, thrust it all the way 
back in, out again and in, out again and in burying 
that black latex rubber ever deeper into Damon's body. 
Fifteen inches now and more than five inches thick. It 
seemed impossible that the lips could stretch much 
further but Baptiste knew better. He'd fist fucked the 
young soldier getting his muscular arm in up to the 
elbow and Damon's cunt had not split. 

As Koffa continued to work on his cock Damon could feel 
it beginning to stiffen again. His tongue was now 
inside Ghankay's shit hole and he was giving it a good 
licking. He kept withdrawing it to swallow the body 
slime that adhered to it and then he would push it back 
into his master's hole. 

Ghankay kept wriggling his buttocks on Damon's face as 
he enjoyed the feel of the young soldier's tongue up 
his hole. How he wished that he could take a dump in 
the white bastard's mouth. 

"Suck my shit hole white freak, come on you bastard 
suck my hole," he hissed at the white soldier. 

Damon withdrew his tongue and pressed his lips around 
Ghankay's nigger shit hole. Then he started to suck. He 
sucked real hard and managed to draw a few shreds of 
shit into his mouth. Still sucking he swallowed hard 
and felt them slipping down his throat into his stomach 
as Ghankay groaned with pleasure. 

Damon's cock was rock hard again and Koffa was sucking 
his mouth up and down the white cock eager to make the 
soldier produce more of the stuff he loved. 

Baptiste was minding his own business as he fucked 
Damon's cunt with the black dildo. The leader was 
determined to get at least two of the three feet of 
that monster cock into Damon's cunt. He kept thrusting 
it in and out as it got deeper and deeper. Now close on 
twenty inches was in Damon's body and it was ten inches 
thick. Damon's cunt lips really looked as if they were 
kissing the shaft of that black dildo as they were 
stretched so thinly around it. Sweat was pouring from 
Baptiste's body as he kept the movement in and out 
going. 

With the constant suction from Koffa on his cock, the 
heady mixture of raw masculinity and shit from 
Ghankay's arse hole as he sat on Damon's mouth and the 
hard fucking in and out of his cunt by the huge black 
dildo wielded by Baptiste the young soldier's cock was 
throbbing with excitement and his balls were tightening 
again. Then, with his cock buried to the hilt in the 
black man's mouth, Damon came his load again. 

He shot his thick cream into Koffa's gullet and the man 
swallowed the lot as he kept sucking on the white cock 
to try and draw more out. Damon's cock was feeling sore 
from the constant movement up and down on it by the 
black man's mouth but still Koffa did not stop. He 
continued to move his lips up and down the white shaft 
as he tried to get Damon to have another erection. 

Baptiste was grunting and sweating as he forced twenty 
four inches of the thirty six inch cock into Damon's 
cunt. The black man's cock was throbbing madly and he 
knew that he needed a fuck real badly. He pulled the 
dildo all the way out of Damon's body and thrust his 
cock in there instead. Then he started to fuck the now 
very loose cunt and within a short time had shot his 
load into Damon's bowels. Then he withdrew. 

He looked at his two friends. 

"Brothers I'm really fucked out now. I think it's time 
we called it a day, had a meal and a few beers well we 
watched this white bastard entertain us," he said. 

Ghankay grinned at him. 

"Well this fuck pig has certainly given me a good 
rimming. Give me ten minutes whilst I dump my load down 
his gullet," he said as he stood up getting off Damon's 
face. 

Damon had traces of shit around his lips and used his 
tongue to clean them. 

"You could fuck his cunt if you wanted," suggested 
Baptiste. 

"After that fucking dildo you've been using it would be 
much too loose for me. I'll stick to his tight fucking 
throat thank you," Ghankay replied with a laugh. 

Then he gave Koffa a shove. The man was still sucking 
on Damon's cock. 

"Come on Koffa you've sucked the cunt's balls dry" he 
chuckled, "I want to lie over the bastard and give him 
a hard ten minute face fuck." 

Koffa grinned at his friend as he let the white cock 
out of his mouth. 

"Make sure you give the white lump of shit the hardest 
face fuck he's ever had," Koffa said. 

Baptiste now lay on top of Damon with his legs either 
side of the white soldier's head. His face was down 
near Damon's semi hard cock. 

"Open up cunt I've got just what you want, a nice big 
black nigger cock for your throat," Ghankay said as he 
pushed his hard cock against Damon's mouth. 

The white soldier immediately opened his mouth and 
closed it around Ghankay's black piece of manhood. He 
started to suck on the black pole as his own cock 
became fully erect and he felt Ghankay's hands starting 
to play with his bollocks. Then the black man began to 
thrust his cock in and out of Damon's tight throat as 
hard as he possibly good. Damon thought to himself that 
life just could not get better. Here he was with his 
master's cock fucking his face and with his master's 
hands playing with his cock and squeezing his nuts. 

Ghankay was driving in and out of the white man as hard 
as he could. He'd been at it for five minutes when 
Damon shot his load for the third time. It was 
unfortunate that Ghankay's face was close to it at the 
time because the black man got the full load of white 
man's sperm in his face. 

Still driving in and out of Damon's throat Ghankay 
spluttered and panted. Then he gripped Damon's balls 
with a hand that felt like iron. 

"I'll teach you to shoot your filthy white seed into my 
face," he snarled as he squeezed the white man's balls 
until they were almost bursting. All the while Ghankay 
was face fucking the poor soldier and just on the ten 
minutes that he'd specified he shot his load down 
Damon's throat. Damon swallowed it eagerly as he felt 
his nuts still being squeezed very hard in Ghankay's 
fist. 

He sucked on the cock that had just filled his throat 
with sperm and hoped his master would continue to 
torture his balls for a while. He loved the feel of his 
master's body on top of him. The stink of the black 
nigger in his white nostrils was all that Damon could 
have asked for. He would have loved to have licked his 
nigger master's arm pits and clean them of all the 
sweat. Then Ghankay got off him and told his friends 
that he was well and truly fucked out. Just then Gyude 
came in and gave them all the thumbs up. 

Damon croaked out, "thank your Sirs Masters and thank 
you Sir for playing with my body and allowing me to 
give you pleasure." 

The four men released Damon from the bench. They 
ordered him to follow them. He shuffled behind them as 
every step he took sent blinding pain through his body. 
The took him into the staff toilets. To put it mildly 
they were not kept very clean. The four urinal bowls in 
particular were heavily stained with dried yellow piss 
and smelt of weeks of stale urine. 

The heat did not help but made things much worse as, 
unlike the main building, these staff units were not 
air conditioned. Baptiste ordered Damon to kneel down 
next to one of the urinal bowls. Then the white soldier 
was instructed to open his mouth wide whenever a black 
man entered. He was to swallow all their piss ant any 
that he allowed to run out of his mouth would result in 
dire consequences for him the following day. 

Damon knelt down as instructed. Ghankay noticed how his 
face went grey from pain as he knelt. Clearly with his 
toes digging into the ground the kneeling position was 
pure agony for the white slut. 

The four friends retired to their quarters and turned 
on a large television set. A picture of the urinals 
showing a close up of Damon appeared on the screen. 
Then the Africans, swigging beer and eating food, made 
themselves comfortable to watch the show. All the staff 
had been well briefed and they had been given a 
plentiful supply of free beer. Their bladders were 
bursting as they had been told not to piss until the 
white urinal was in place. 

Two guards appeared on the screen. One of them took out 
his fat but flaccid cock and pointed it at Damon's 
mouth. A stream of yellow piss shit out of his cock 
straight into Damon's mouth. The white soldier started 
to swallow and, again, he found the taste sexually 
exciting. He kept up with the flow quite easily as the 
guard emptied his nigger bladder into his mouth. The 
second guard then took out his cock. It was fully erect 
and throbbing. 

He shoved it into Damon's mouth and started to piss as 
Damon closed his lips tightly around the shaft. The hot 
strong urine flowed down his throat as Damon swallowed 
as hard as he could. After a couple of minutes the 
guard's bladder was empty and the two black men left. 
In a moment or two another man entered. He was quite 
elderly and one of the cleaners. He cackled as he 
approached Damon and then, pulling out his rather 
wizened black cock, he too pissed into Damon's mouth. 

And so it went on over the next two or three hours. 
Guards, cooks, cleaners and general dogsbody's entered 
the piss house to piss down Damon's throat. No longer 
was he enjoying it. His stomach was bloated from the 
amount of piss that he was having to drink and his 
mouth and throat were now burning from the acidic 
effect of so much strong urine on his flesh. 

Still it kept coming, some men had returned several 
times. Despite the fact that Damon was doing his best 
to cope with the piss he was being given, his hair was 
saturated with the nigger piss, it was running down his 
forehead, down his cheeks and down his nose. His neck 
shoulders and chest was covered in the piss. 

"I suggest we leave him there," Baptiste said. "I'm 
sure that there will be plenty of users of that piss 
house all through the night." 

"Yeah and the guards can take him to be cleaned up and 
then feed the slut ready for us the continue to have 
fun with him tomorrow," Ghankay said. 

So Damon spent the night on his knees as a human urinal 
for any black man that cared to make use of him whilst 
his four owners had a very good nights sleep. 


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Damon had been left kneeling in the staff piss house 
with his mouth wide open to serve as a urinal for any 
black man who wished to take a leak. He was covered in 
piss, his battered toes were pressing into the concrete 
floor and his tongue and throat were parched and 
burning from the acidic effect of so much urine. 

During the early hours of the morning three of the 
Africans, all a bit drunk from all the free beer that 
their masters had given them, entered the urinal. Damon 
looked at them with tired aching eyes expecting three 
more loads of piss. The men were all naked, cocks fully 
erect and giggling and laughing. 

They pulled Damon across the piss covered floor so that 
his head was just inside one of the urinal bowls, all 
of which were at waist height attached to the wall. 
This particular one was odious as, due to cigarette 
butts, bits of toilet tissue and other such rubbish, 
there was three inches of stale piss resting in the 
bowl. They forced Damon to clear the blockage using his 
teeth by pressing his nose and mouth down into the 
stale stinking deep yellow piss. 

Damon could feel his gorge rising as he used his teeth 
to pull the filthy piss soaked tissues and cigarette 
butts from the bowl. As the piss ran away the black men 
pushed his head down into the bowl at the same time 
making him kneel on hands and knees. Then one of them 
straddled him whilst facing his two companions. 

He sat on the back of Damon's head thus keeping the 
white soldier's face firmly in place pressed against 
the bottom of the filthy porcelain bowl. One of the 
remaining black men used his hands to spread Damon's 
buttocks and then thrust his eight inch long black 
nigger cock straight up Damon's cunt and started to 
fuck the shit out of the white man. As he fucked in and 
out the other two black men were clapping and cheering 
and giving him verbal encouragement. 

The man fucked Damon as hard and fast as he could and, 
within ten minutes, was shooting his load into the poor 
young soldier's guts. Then he withdrew and his friend 
who had been standing waiting immediately replaced him 
and thrust his own seven inch long cock up Damon's 
cunt. He too fucked as hard and fast as he could whilst 
the cum already inside Damon's cunt made slurping 
noises as the nigger cock fucked in and out. 

Damon, although in pain from his toes pressing into the 
concrete floor and his face being squashed down on the 
piss stained urinal bowl, was beginning once more to 
enjoy black cocks fucking his cunt. It was certainly 
much better than having them piss in his mouth. His 
cock stiffened and his buttocks began to work in and 
out as the nigger cock fucked him faster and faster. 
This man had more lasting power and he was fucking 
Damon for half an hour before he shot his load. 

The one sitting on Damon's head jumped off and thrust 
his cock straight up Damon's gaping cunt. Cum was 
pouring out of it where the other two Africans had 
deposited their load. The one now fucking Damon had a 
nine inch cock and it was a nice three inches thick. He 
started to fuck fast, then he would fuck slow and then 
fast again as his companions cheered him on. 

He was fucking Damon for forty minutes, forty long 
lovely minutes as far as the white soldier was 
concerned, before he started to shoot his load into the 
white man's bowels. He had a huge load to unload and as 
he withdrew his cock Damon's bowels were so full of cum 
that it was running down his legs like a small stream. 

Having finished the men made Damon return to his 
kneeling position by the urinals and they went off to 
bed. 

This episode had not gone unnoticed by some of the 
masters. Ghankay had been dozing but became fully awake 
as he saw the three black servants moving Damon. As he 
watched the white soldier cleaning the mess from the 
urinal bowl with his teeth Ghankay's cock became fully 
erect. 

"That's the way boys, that's all a filthy white bastard 
like that cunt is fit for. If I was there I'd make the 
white lump of shit clean that fucking urinal with his 
tongue" he muttered to himself. 

Koffa woke up just then as saw Ghankay stroking his 
huge cock and glanced at the television screen to see 
the first of the black servants start to fuck Damon. He 
moved to lay between Ghankay's legs and started to lick 
and then suck his friends cock. Ghankay and Koffa often 
enjoyed these sessions although Ghankay never sucked 
his friends cock. During the rest of the fuck session 
in the piss house Koffa sucked on Ghankay's cock and 
finally brought forth his eruption. He swallowed all of 
Ghankay's cum with obvious enjoyment as the three black 
men left the piss house. Then Koffa and Ghankay fell 
into a deep sleep. 

The guards came for Damon in the morning. He had not 
had any real sleep at all during the night. He was a 
sorry sight covered from head to toe in dried and wet 
piss, cum dried onto this thighs and legs, feet badly 
swollen and the whole of his body stinking to high 
heaven. He was made to stand up, blessed relief as the 
pressure on his smashed toes was relieved, and then he 
was led to the wash room. 

The usual morning rituals were performed. Whilst Damon 
was under the shower cleaning all the nights filth from 
his body he swallowed some of the water to try and 
relieve the parched burning feeling in his mouth and 
throat caused by the excessive amount of piss he had 
taken during the past few hours. The guards allowed him 
to carry out his routine without attempting to touch 
him. Then he was taken to the main room and fed. 

Shortly after the four friends came out of their 
quarters. Baptiste had a bag in his hand. They 
approached Damon and Baptiste asked him whether he had 
enjoyed a pleasant night acting as urinal for black 
men's piss. 

"Yes thank you Sir Master" Damon answered him. 

"Are you quite sure about that slut?" Baptiste enquired 
in a silkily velvet tone of voice that Damon knew boded 
no good for him. 

"Yes Sir Master I am quite sure that I had a pleasant 
night Sir Master," Damon replied in as humble a voice 
had he could make it. 

"Then why was it that you did not thank a single black 
man who pissed in your mouth for giving you such a nice 
drink?" Baptiste asked. 

Damon hesitated as he realised how remiss he had been. 

"Sir Master I did not think that I had to do that as I 
was going to serve as their piss pot all night," he 
answered. 

"I think that it is because you think your white 
fucking skin makes you so superior to black men. You've 
shown us this on more than one occasion but last night 
was the worst example of your disrespectful attitude to 
black men. You think we are all fucking niggers and not 
worthy of the respect of a white man don't you?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"Oh no Sir Master, oh no. I know that I'm a worthless 
lump of white shit and not worthy of standing up in the 
presence of any black man Sir Master. I respect all of 
you Sir Master," Damon answered anxious that Baptiste 
should believe him. 

Ghankay now spoke. 

"So why didn't you thank the three men who fucked you 
during the night? You enjoyed their black nigger cocks 
up your cunt but you did not thank them for giving you 
such a good time." 

Baptiste and Gyude looked surprised and Koffa quickly 
filled them in on what had occurred. 

"Sir Master" Damon said now addressing Ghankay, "I 
think that I must have forgotten to thank the three men 
who fucked me Sir Master" Damon replied. 

"You seem very good at forgetting to show respect when 
it comes to black men don't you?" Ghankay said. "Here 
we have men who are willing to let you enjoy something 
as personal as their own piss and you cannot thank them 
for it. You get fucked by nigger cocks, big black cocks 
that you enjoy so much up your cunt and you still 
cannot say thank you to the men. You fucking big headed 
white bastards take a long time to learn your lesson 
but I'm sure that Baptiste will come up with some 
suitable punishment that will make you wish you'd shown 
respect to those black gentlemen, every one of whom is 
so much better than you, last night." 

Baptiste who had begun to feel annoyed at Ghankay's 
interference felt mollified as he heard his henchman's 
words. 

"I will announce your punishment later," Baptiste said 
"but as of this minute you will get down on your hands 
and knees and crawl everywhere unless you are told to 
stand up. A heap of white festering manure like you is 
not worthy of standing up in front of black men." 

What Baptiste did not say was that they had noticed the 
pain Damon suffered when his smashed toes were forced 
to dig into the floor as he crawled about on his hands 
and knees or knelt in a position of prayer. 

"Thank you Sir Master for allowing me to kneel in your 
presence," Damon said as he got down on his hands and 
knees. 

Baptiste now opened the bag that he was carrying and he 
laid four metal rings on the floor in front of Damon's 
face. Three of the rings measured two inches across 
whilst the fourth one measured six inches across. 

"Do you know what these rings are for whore?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"No Sir Master," Damon replied but guessed that it 
boded no good for him. 

"The three smaller rings will be placed through your 
nostrils one of them going through the flesh that 
divides them. The fourth ring is call a 'guiche ring'. 
Admittedly it is much larger than normal but will help 
to keep your legs well apart as you crawl about. Oh 
that one is fixed through the flesh between your butt 
and your balls. Because of the thickness of the metal 
and the size of the ring it will have to be inserted 
deep through your flesh. We are going to fix those 
rings in your body now." 

"Thank you Sir Master," Damon replied in a voice that 
trembled. 

He was led across to the operating table that had been 
used when his fingers and toes were dealt with. He was 
made to climb onto it and lay face up. Then he was 
securely strapped down and his head was held in place 
by the metal plates that were used when he was branded. 
The wounds inflicted by the branding iron had healed 
very nicely and the letters BGKG stood out looking red 
and sore. A strap was placed across his forehead and 
secured tightly to the sides of the table so that he 
could not possibly move his head. 

"I find this spike really handy for these sorts of 
jobs," Baptiste remarked to nobody in particular as he 
took one from the bag. "I think we will make a hole 
through the flesh between his two nostrils to start 
with. Stand by with the soldering iron Ghankay" he 
said. 

Then he placed the point of the spike against the piece 
of flesh dividing Damon's nostrils and started to 
press. That part of the nose is very tender and as the 
spike pierced first the skin and then the flesh Damon's 
eyes started to water as he tried hard not to scream. 
Then the spike was out the other side and Baptiste 
continued to push it so that the thick part of the 
spike shaft was through that part of the soldier's 
nose. He wriggled it around to make sure the hole was 
nice and wide as Damon moaned from the pain. 

"Ready with the ring Koffa?" he asked and his friend 
held the metal ring up. 

As Baptiste pulled the spike out of Damon's nose Koffa 
forced the open end of the ring through the hole. Then 
he twisted the ring around to make sure that it was in 
place correctly and Ghankay leant over with the solder 
and soldering iron as Koffa forced the two ends of the 
ring together. The hot solder dripped onto the ring and 
Ghankay used the iron to smooth it around the two ends 
thus making a very neat join. Some of the hot solder 
dripped onto Damon's upper lip and the white soldier 
gave short yelps as it did. 

"For fuck sake stop those stupid fucking noises you 
cunt," Ghankay growled or I'll shove this fucking iron 
up your nose and really give you something to make a 
fuss over." 

Damon immediately fell silent. It was surprising how 
little blood there was, just a few drops in fact. 
Baptiste then pierced Damon's left nostril, Koffa 
inserted a ring through the hole and Ghankay soldered 
it whilst Gyude watched the action closely. 

"Here Gyude you do his other nostril," Baptiste said 
handing his friend the spike. 

Gyude took it eagerly. He pressed it against the inside 
of Damon's right nostril, pushed as hard as he could, 
and the spike came out the other side. Just as he had 
seen Baptiste do, Gyude shoved the spike through the 
hole so that the thick shaft widened it. As he pulled 
it out Koffa stuck the third ring through the freshly 
made hole and Ghankay soldered it together. 

All the while Damon's head had been unable to move as 
it was held firmly between the two metal plates. He had 
screamed rather feebly and his eyes had watered badly 
but his owners had ignored all that Now that Damon's 
nostrils had the three rings through them the Liberians 
seemed well pleased. 

"Let's get the guiche ring in place now," said 
Baptiste. "How would you like to start that off 
Ghankay?" he asked his henchman. 

"Fine," replied Ghankay, "let's get the fucker in the 
right position." 

They unstrapped Damon's legs and pulled them up into 
the air and then pushed them back down so that a foot 
was either side of his shoulder. Then Koffa and Gyude 
sat either side of him hold his feet down so that he 
could not move them. Ghankay took the metal spike and 
prepared to pierce Damon's skin between his butt hole 
and his balls. He was going to force the spike into the 
white soldier's skin at one point and the force it out 
a couple of inches further across. 

"Make sure you dig that real deep into his flesh as you 
force it through," Baptiste advised, "because of the 
size of the ring. It will need to be well below his 
skin." 

"Yeah okay brother," Ghankay replied. 

He then pushed the metal spike into Damon's flesh, 
pushing it a good half inch down before trying to level 
out and then come back up two inches away. Damon 
started to yell as the metal spike pierced his flesh 
and blood started to run. His yells were not too loud 
or too long as he had suffered far worse pain than 
this. Baptiste was holding the six inch wide thick 
metal ring ready as the spike emerged. Ghankay twisted 
the spike around and pushed it in and out a few times 
to make sure that the hole was nice and wide. 

"Ready brother," he breathed and pulled the spike out. 

Immediately Baptiste pushed one end of the ring into 
the vacant hole and then forced it through the white 
soldier's flesh so that it came out the other side. 
Ghankay had put aside the spike and was now ready with 
the soldering iron and solder. He quickly joined the 
two ends together to make a perfect ring not caring 
that drops of the hot solder landed on Damon's skin to 
form little silver solid dots. Once the two ends were 
joined Baptiste twisted the ring through the hole to 
make sure that it was running smoothly. 

"Well that's got the rings finished" he said with quiet 
satisfaction as Damon groaned quietly on the table. 
"Now let's get the slut off the table." 

They released all the straps and made Damon get down 
onto the floor. He knelt with his legs now wide apart 
because of the size of the guiche ring that hung 
between his butt hole and his balls. 

"Thank you Sirs and Masters and thank you Sirs for 
putting more rings into my body," Damon said ever 
mindful of his duty. 

"I think that we can try out these rings and at the 
same time punish this white fucking whore for all the 
disrespect that he has been showing to the staff," 
Baptiste stated. 

Then he called out and one of the guards came running 
in. He instructed him in English to muster all off duty 
staff in the room. 

"Whilst he's doing that let's have this white lump of 
useless shit crawl around the room. I want to see how 
well this guiche ring works," Baptiste suggested. 

"Great idea," replied Baptiste. 

Then he turned to Damon who was on hands and knees on 
the floor. 

"Start crawling around this room you white fucking slut 
and don't stop until ordered," Baptiste snapped. 

Slowly but painfully because of his crushed toes Damon 
began to crawl around the room. Because of the six inch 
ring hanging between his legs he was forced to crawl 
with them wide apart. As he crawled around various off 
duty members of the staff entered the room until there 
was more than a dozen guards, cleaners and cooks among 
others. They all stood together along one side of the 
room. Baptiste addressed them. 

"Throughout the night you kept that lump of white shit 
that's crawling around the room happy by using him as 
your piss bucket. But did he say thank you just once? 
No he thinks that he's so much better that fucking 
black men that he would not lower himself to say thank 
you to the kind black men who were filling him with 
nigger piss." 

At this point one or two of the listeners sniggered. 

"He could not even lower himself to say thank you to 
the three members of staff who fucked the shit out of 
him during the night. He loved having their nigger 
cocks up his cunt but he was much too high and mighty 
to thank them when they had finished. Today I am going 
to allow you to witness his punishment for such 
behaviour. If, at the end of the punishment, some or 
all of you are ready to shoot your load you may 
masturbate over the white 'I am too good for you 
blacks' bastard," Baptiste announced. 

The watching men cheered Baptiste and clapped their 
hands. Already several of them were clearly sporting 
big erections. The front of their shorts gave it away. 

Damon was now ordered to crawl over to where Baptiste 
and his pals were standing. Baptiste lowered a cable 
that had already been got ready. From the end of the 
cable hung three short thick wires each with a metal 
hook at the end. Baptiste ordered Damon to kneel. Then 
he put the hooks through the three rings in Damon's 
nostrils. 

The cable then started to retract towards the ceiling 
and Damon was forced to stand up from the pressure on 
his nose. Once upright the cable still continued to 
retract and Damon's nostrils were now pulled upwards 
forcing his head backwards. As he started to let out 
strangled shrieks of pain his feet left the ground and 
he was now dangling from the three hooks through the 
three rings in his nose. 

"Ghankay, Koffa, Gyude and myself will now each give 
you twenty lashes of a whip," Baptiste announced to the 
screaming white man dangling by his nostrils from the 
ceiling. 

Blood was pouring from his nose. 

Gyude opened the proceedings as he raised the whip that 
he was now holding and sent the lash curling around 
Damon's body. As he pulled the whip back Damon's body 
started to twist in circular movement. The white 
soldier was shrieking with pain and his cock was most 
certainly not hard. Then Gyude proceeded to administer 
the twenty lashes as hard as he could. When he had 
finished Damon's body was covered in fresh red lines 
some of which were bleeding. 

Koffa took over and gave Damon the next twenty lashes 
as the poor young white soldier screamed and kicked as 
he swung by his nostrils from the cable. Koffa was a 
strong man and used all his considerable strength to 
make sure that the lashes bit deeply into Damon's 
flesh. 

Ghankay now took over the whip. He had a thin smile on 
his face. He struck Damon the first cruel blow across 
his shoulders. 

"Well you dirty white fucking scum do you want me to 
fuck you with my nigger cock?" he asked as the watchers 
laughed and giggled. 

He lashed him again. 

"You love my nigger cock don't you cunt, you worship my 
black manhood that no fucking white bastard can match 
don't you bitch?" he asked as the watchers were doubled 
up with laughter. 

"Your ma loves black cock too," Ghankay shouted as he 
lashed the man again. 

"She wants a black baby because she's so ashamed of the 
white bastard she brought into this world," he shouted 
as the lash curled around poor Damon's buttocks. 

And so it went on throughout the twenty lashes. Ghankay 
goaded his victim whilst the watchers laughed and 
cheered and Damon just kept on screaming. Finally 
Ghankay passed the whip to Baptiste who then started 
his twenty lashes. 

Unlike Ghankay, Baptiste did not speak a word to his 
victim and neither did he smile. What he did do, 
however, was to ensure that lash after lash struck the 
same spot on Damon's body. He was lashing him across 
the shoulders and the whip eventually laid bare Damon's 
shoulder blade as blood spurted out. Then the twenty 
lashes were completed. 

"Lower the snivelling cunt," Baptiste ordered. 

Once Damon was standing, swaying and crying, and the 
cable was slack Baptiste removed the hook from the left 
and right nostril ring and then ordered the cable to be 
retracted again. As Damon renewed his screaming he was 
raised off the floor again, this time by just the ring 
through the centre part of his nostril. It was pure 
hell for the young white soldier as he hung suspended 
in that way. Then Baptiste spoke again. 

"You are going to receive another twenty lashes from 
each of us as further punishment for your behaviour 
last night. In addition you will receive an extra ten 
lashes from each of us for failing to thank us for your 
first punishment session," Baptiste informed the 
screaming white man. 

Then they started to lay into to him again with the 
whip. This time each one of them gave him thirty 
lashes. By the time the second punishment session was 
over Damon was all but unconscious. His body was one 
red mass of blood where the whip had cut into his 
flesh. Blood had been running from his nose as well and 
the hole through which the ring passed had stretched 
hideously so that the ring now moved freely. 

"Lower the insolent white man," Baptiste requested and 
once again Damon was lowered to the ground. 

This time his legs would not hold him and he fell down 
onto his knees. His whole body would have fallen 
forward but Koffa was holding the cable up as Gyude 
removed the nostril ring from the hook. Once the ring 
was free Gyude let go of it and Damon's head crashed 
down to the floor. All the spectators, every last man 
of them, were sporting enormous erections. Some had 
taken their cocks out from their khaki shorts and were 
masturbating whilst others were playing with the hard 
cocks through the fabric of their shorts. 

"Put that fucking hook through the guiche ring and 
let's have the bastard hauled up again," Baptiste 
ordered. 

Koffa slipped the hook from the cable through the ring 
whilst Damon lay virtually unconscious on the floor. 
Baptiste called to two of the spectators who had their 
cocks out of their shorts. They came running over and 
started to piss over Damon's head and body. The strong 
hot urine from the rampant black cocks quickly brought 
Damon back to his senses. 

Then Gyude pressed the button and the cable started to 
retract once again. This time as it rose back upwards 
Damon's body was twisted around until his butt started 
to lift. To renewed shrieks of pain from the white man 
he started to be pulled up by the guiche ring. His 
whole body, head, arms, torso and legs hung down 
towards the floor as his butt rose triumphantly 
upwards. At Baptiste's request the cable was stopped 
when Damon's butt was around waist high. His hands were 
dragging on the floor but his feet and head were just 
clear of it. 

Ghankay had gone and collected a bamboo cane, a thin 
swishy cane, which he brought back and stood waving it 
around in the air. 

"Stop that fucking noise you white slut and tell me if 
you can hear me," Baptiste ordered still in his quiet 
but chillingly cruel voice. 

"Yes Sir Master I can hear you," panted Damon through 
the waves of pain that was running through his body. 

"As a punishment for not thanking the black men who 
fucked you last night you will receive ten strokes of 
the cane from each of us. As you have still decided 
that it is unnecessary to thank us for punishing you 
after the forty strokes of the cane across your 
buttocks and no where else we will all of us cane 
whatever part of your body we can reach and we will do 
it all at the same time. There will be no limit on the 
number of strokes we administer but the session will 
last exactly fifteen minutes" Baptiste informed the 
groaning young white soldier. 

Then Ghankay raised the cane and brought it swishing 
through the air to strike across Damon's exposed 
buttocks as the poor soldier screamed. 

"You like this cunt, you love a black nigger beating 
you don't you?" Ghankay snarled as he lay into Damon's 
buttocks with the cane. 

"Your nigger loving bitch of a mother is the same," 
Ghankay stated as the cane bit deeply into Damon's 
flesh. 

"She loves a big buck nigger to beat her before she has 
his cock up her cunt," Ghankay said as the struck poor 
Damon with the cane for a seventh time. 

"I'll bring her here soon so you can watch the bitch 
begging the guards to fuck her white cunt with their 
big nigger cocks" Ghankay promised as he landed eight, 
nine, ten blows with the cane. 

Damon's buttocks were already bleeding as his flesh 
seemed to tear where the guiche ring was through it. 
However it had been inserted deep enough into the flesh 
for a few tears to be of little importance. Ghankay had 
passed the cane to Koffa who now started to use it as 
hard as he could. He took up the baiting of Damon where 
Ghankay had left off. 

"My friend told me how he mouth fucked your bitch of a 
mother whilst she had two nigger cocks up her cunt," 
Koffa said as he started to thrash the torn and bloody 
buttocks of the white man. 

"She kept crying for more nigger cock, she just can't 
get enough of them," Koffa said as he hit the poor 
young man as hard as he could with the thin bamboo 
cane. 

Through his pain Damon had heard all that Ghankay had 
said and now that Koffa was bearing out his friend's 
story young Damon was believing it. Poor Damon, despite 
all of his own pain and suffering, started to weep hot 
tears of pity for his mother who must have been going 
through hell. 

The cane landed again and again each stroke bringing 
forth spurts of blood where the skin of Damon's 
buttocks was splitting. 

"The fucking white bitch not only wants nigger cocks 
she's also providing plenty of amusement to onlookers 
by sucking donkeys cocks and making them cum in her 
mouth," Koffa said as he came to an end of his session. 

Gyude took over and started to lay into the white man's 
buttocks. 

"She not only sucks the donkey's cocks but she started 
to have them fuck both her cunt and her butt," Gyude 
said as the cane came crashing down again and again. 

"You'll love it when she arrives here, you will be 
given a front seat to see the fun" Gyude said still 
plying the cane as hard as he could. 

"We're going to cut the white bitch open to check 
whether or not she's fucking pregnant," he giggled as 
the cane bit into Damon's flesh. 

Damon cried out despairingly, "No, no, no, no," as the 
cane tore into his flesh. 

Then Gyude had finished and Baptiste took over. 
Baptiste did not speak; he never spoke whilst 
administering punishments only before or after. He 
examined Damon's buttocks clinically and then raised 
the cane and brought it crashing down across the white 
soldier's bleeding behind. Each stroke of the cane was 
planned beforehand by Baptiste so that it always struck 
where a previous stroke had landed. Sometimes where two 
or three previous strokes had bit into Damon's flesh. 
As a result every single stroke that Baptiste 
administered drew blood from his victim. As the tenth 
stroke landed amid Damon's screams Baptiste stood back 
for a moment. 

His three friends had now armed themselves with a cane 
each and they formed a circle around the crying white 
man. Baptiste set the timer for fifteen minutes and 
then all four started to cane Damon. 

This time the canes struck not only his buttocks but 
any other part of his body that was exposed. His back, 
his legs, his arms and even his terribly tortured feet 
all came in for a taste of the cane as Damon swung 
about from the ring in his flesh between his butt and 
his balls. The pain from the ring and from the canes 
was making young Damon shriek and scream as the 
onlookers played with their hard cocks many of them now 
openly masturbating. 

As the chimer went off blood was pouring from various 
cuts all over the white soldier's body. Ghankay gave 
him a hard shove sending his body swinging violently 
backwards and forwards. 

"Maybe that will teach you to respect black men you 
snivelling lump of useless shit. If there are many 
others like you in your army god help your country if 
you ever go to war," he said and then gave Damon a kick 
in the back causing him to swing even more violently 
than before. 

"Let's get him down now," Baptiste said. 

Then Damon started to speak despite all the pain that 
he was in. 

"That you Sir Masters and thank you Sir for punishing 
me the way that I deserve," he croaked out in a voice 
that wavered from the pain he was in. 

"I've an idea," Ghankay now said. "Let's get all these 
fuckers who have been watching to shoot their load over 
him. Make him lay on his back with his mouth wide open. 
Any bastard who scores a direct hit by cumming into his 
mouth without touching his lips gets to fuck the cunt. 
The more that score the merrier." 

"Well said brother," Baptiste called out approvingly. 

Damon was lowered to the ground and the hook taken out 
of the ring. Then he was ordered to lay flat out on the 
ground face up and with mouth wide open. The onlookers 
had been briefed by Gyude and now came to stand all 
around the groaning white soldier. Some had got their 
black cocks sticking out of their shorts whilst others 
had discarded their shorts completely. 

They all started to masturbate as hard as they could 
and soon cum was shooting all over Damon's body from 
his head right the way down to his toes. Then one lucky 
guy shot his load straight into Damon's mouth without 
touching the white soldier's lips. It was the cook with 
the very big cock. Shortly after a second man did the 
same. He was one of the off duty guards and his cock 
was around eight inches long and three inches thick. 
They were the only two to score direct hits. 

Once the last man had cum his load onto Damon's sperm 
covered body Ghankay, who seemed to have taken control 
of the proceedings, ordered the two lucky guys to get a 
rope and tie it to the guiche ring. Then they were told 
to drag Damon across the floor to the bench and make 
him lay across it ready to be fucked. Crouching over 
Damon Ghankay spat in his cum covered face and then he 
spoke. 

"You'd have been allowed to crawl to the bench you 
fucking white pig but still you have not learnt 
respect. Despite no less than fourteen black guys 
shooting their loads over you did you say thank you 
once? Did you fucker? he said as he spat again into 
Damon's face. 

The two guys who were going to fuck the white soldier 
had now got the rope tied in place. Then they dragged 
Damon crying and screaming across the room to the 
bench. They untied the ropes and Damon managed to crawl 
across the bench so that his feet were on the ground 
and his butt sticking out over the edge of the padded 
top. 

"Say Boss can we double fuck the bastard," the cook 
asked Ghankay. "I've never done that to a guy before 
and I sure would like to try it," he explained. 

"Me to," the other guy said. 

"You can fuck the white cunt however you please. He's 
no better than a fucking animal anyway. Use your cocks 
or your fists but fuck the white bitch real good. Let 
him know how real men fuck" Ghankay answered as the 
four friends and all the other onlookers settled down 
to watch. 

The off duty guard was the first to force his rampant 
cock into Damon's cunt. No lubrication was used. He 
forced about three inches of cock into Damon's cunt and 
then moved as far forward over Damon's back as he could 
manage whilst still keeping his cock in place. The cook 
came up behind the guard and started to force his big 
cock head into Damon's cunt. Soon it was fully in and 
he started to push forward as did the guard and they 
began to bury their cocks deep into Damon's bowels. 

The young solder was moaning from all the pain that he 
was in and now his cunt being stretched once more just 
added to his torment. He was not enjoying this fuck 
session at all because his whole body ached and burnt. 

The two Africans, cheered by their comrades, managed to 
get all their cocks buried deep into Damon's bowels. 
And then they started to fuck him. They pulled out 
together and pushed in together out and in, out and in. 
Their movements got faster and harder as sweat poured 
off their bodies. They had both cum their loads only a 
short while ago so this promised to be a long lasting 
fuck session. The cook in particular was groaning with 
pleasure but both black men had big smiles on their 
faces as they felt each others cocks throbbing inside 
the young white man's tightly stretched back passage. 

As the fuck session went on Damon could smell the musty 
masculine sweaty smell of the Africans and their cocks 
were playing havoc with his prostate gland. His cock 
started to harden and his buttocks started to work 
backwards and forwards as the lust and desire for the 
black men's cocks took control of his brain. The pain 
he was feeling became just a sensation in the 
background as he felt the two hard cocks pounding in 
and out of his body and he started to groan with 
pleasure. 

The guard was the first to cum. One hour and five 
minutes after he'd forced his black cock up Damon's 
cunt he started to shoot his load. As the cook felt the 
guards warm cream around his cock he too started to 
shoot his load. Soon Damon's bowels were filled to 
overflowing and the black men withdrew their cocks. 

Damon turned his head and looked at the two men. 

"Thank you Sirs for fucking my white cunt," he said. 

"Shit man that was fucking great, one of the best fucks 
I've had for a long time," the cook announced to nobody 
in particular. 

Baptiste dismissed the onlookers and the four friends 
were left alone with Damon. 

"Just look at the filthy white bastard," Ghankay said 
disdainfully as he looked at the cum and blood covered 
body of the white soldier. 

"Go to the fucking bathroom and clean your fucking self 
up cunt," Baptiste ordered. "You've ten minutes exactly 
to get in there, get spotlessly clean and then get back 
out here. Ten minutes from now" Baptiste repeated as he 
set the chimer. 

Damon got down of the bench and waddled off on his 
hands and knees as fast as he could. His legs were wide 
apart as he crawled because of the size of the guiche 
ring. In the bathroom he quickly got under the shower 
and washed the filth off himself. That took only a 
couple of minutes. Then he dried himself, two more 
minutes. It had taken his three minutes to crawl into 
the bathroom. Now he set off as fast as he could. He 
needed to do the journey back in three minutes or less. 
Panting badly he managed to reach Baptiste just as the 
ten minute chimer went off. 

The four friends were all ready to fuck Damon now. They 
decided that it would be mouth and cunt this time. 

Damon was ordered to kneel on the bench and Baptiste 
took his rear whilst Ghankay took his head. Then they 
started to fuck him from both ends. As Damon felt 
Baptiste's big black cock pushing into his cunt and 
started to suck on Ghankay's nigger tool he was in 
seventh heaven again. All his cares drained away as he 
sucked on that lovely nigger cock that was fucking in 
and out of his mouth and rode the cock up his cunt by 
thrusting his buttocks backwards and forwards on it. 

Baptiste and Ghankay had been horny all day and it was 
not long before they shot their load. Then Gyude and 
Koffa replaced them. Gyude took Damon's mouth whilst 
Koffa fucked his cunt. They drove in and out of the 
white soldier until, at last, they too shot their 
loads. Then they withdrew and jumped down off the 
bench. 

Damon turned his head to look at the four black men. 
Cum was dripping from his mouth and leaking from his 
cunt and he was sporting a huge erection. 

"Thank you Sirs Masters and thank you Sirs for fucking 
the shit out of me," he said. 

Baptiste and Ghankay in particular were really pissed 
off. 

"That white bastard enjoys being fucked," Baptiste 
observed. 

"Yeah," agreed Ghankay. 

The two sank into a deep silence. Then Baptiste called 
to the guards and ordered them to feed the white 
soldier and call them when he had finished his meal. 

Thirty five minutes the guard called and the four 
friends returned to the main room. Damon was kneeling 
on hands and knees having finished his meal and thanked 
the guards for giving him it. 

They made Damon get back onto the platform and lowered 
various cables. One they adapted so that it could hook 
into the three rings in Damon's nostrils. The usual 
cables were used to secure the white soldier's cock, 
balls and nipples. Then the cables were raised until 
Damon was suspended above the platform. He was left 
there for the night. 

"I think that we must change our tactic," Baptiste said 
thoughtfully. "We must make him suffer physically each 
time he's fucked in future." 

"In that department we've been fucking soft on the 
white cunt," Ghankay remarked. "Only his toes, thumbs 
and fucking little fingers have been really damaged so 
far." 

"Any suggestions as to what we might do, remember we 
want the cunt to remain alive and suffering for quite a 
while yet?" Baptiste asked. 

"How about removing his teeth whilst his cunts being 
fucked for starters," Ghankay suggested. 

"I'd love to fuck the white bastard whilst more of his 
fingers were being dealt with," Koffa said dreamily. 

"Why not smash a finger each time one of us is cumming 
up his cunt?" asked Gyude eager to add his own ideas. 

"Hey brothers I reckon tomorrow will be another fun 
day," Baptiste said as all four men left the main room. 

They switched the lights out and once again Damon was 
hanging from his nipples, cock and balls but this time, 
in addition his head was held up by his nostrils. 
Groaning slightly Damon kept reliving the experience of 
being fucked by the men's lovely big nigger cocks. 
Fleetingly he wondered if what they had said about his 
mother was true. Then he put that out of his mind as 
there was fuck all he could do about that. His cock was 
rock hard and dripping pre-cum as he enjoyed the 
painful feeling he was getting due to being suspended 
the way he was. 

For the rest of the night he dozed on and off waiting 
for what the next day might bring. 


CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Another morning arrived for Damon. He was beginning to 
wonder whether or not he was dead and in hell. Despite 
the pain his cock was hard and throbbing. His nostrils 
were bloodied where the wounds from the insertion of 
the rings had continued to seep. Only Baptiste and 
Ghankay put in an appearance this morning and stood 
surveying their victim. 

"Well those nostril rings have held up better than I 
expected," Baptiste observed. "That centre hole through 
the gristle has certainly stretched quite a bit I could 
almost get my small finger through that hole." 

"Yeah," agreed Ghankay as he looked at the white 
soldier's cock and balls. 

"His bollocks are stretching pretty good but see 
Baptiste, the cunt has still got a fucking hard on. I 
tell you brother he's just loving this treatment." 

"We'll see about that," grunted Baptiste, "maybe we 
will have to arrange different sleeping conditions for 
him. Shit man look at his nipples, they're bigger than 
a bitch's tits." 

"Certainly bigger that his bitch mother that's for 
sure," agreed Ghankay. "Still she ain't got them 
anymore as I heard that they were cut off whilst her 
cunt was being fucked and she had a big fist up her 
shit hole." 

Ghankay laughed coarsely as Damon heard what he was 
saying and a deep sadness fell over him. He was 
helpless to do anything to assist his mother and could 
only hope that the black bastard was lying. 

"Let's get the bastard down," Baptiste said and they 
lowered the cables and released him. 

Up till now neither black man had spoken to Damon. The 
white soldier was now lying on his back on the 
platform. 

"Go to the bathroom and attend to your daily routine 
slut then return here," Baptiste ordered. 

"Yes Sir Master," Damon croaked through his parched 
lips. 

He crawled off the platform and onto the floor and then 
crawled off to the bathroom. Clearly the black men were 
confident of their power over him now as they did not 
even bother for a guard to accompany him. Instead they 
returned to their own quarters. 

Damon carried out his normal bathroom routine like a 
robot. The black men's confidence in their power over 
him had not been misplaced. Having finished Damon 
crawled back to wait by the platform for further 
orders. A guard entered and put a plate of food down on 
the floor together with a dish of water. Then he left 
and Damon ate the food with his fingers and picked up 
the dish of water and drank from it. Shortly after all 
four black friends returned. 

"So you use your fingers to eat do you slut?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"Yes Sir Master as there is no cutlery provided," Damon 
replied. 

"Animals don't use their paws to eat and you're nothing 
better that a fucking dog. Well we will make sure you 
don't use your fingers in future. After today you will 
stick your snout into food and eat," Baptiste snapped. 

Turning to his friends he asked them a question. 

"Do any of you want to fuck the white whore whilst the 
rest attend to his fucking fingers?" 

They all agreed that they would prefer to join in a 
torture session as that would get them real hard and 
horny for a later good fucking session. Ghankay made 
the point that it was time the white fucking lump of 
shit found out that being fucked did not necessarily go 
hand in hand with sexual pleasure. At least not for the 
cunt being fucked. 

"I want to test his obedience," Baptiste said. "We will 
not restrain him in any way whilst we deal with his 
fingers." 

Damon was once again trembling as he heard the 
discussion. He knew that by the end of the session none 
of his fingers would be in working order. At the 
thought of the pain to come he started to shake 
violently at the same time moaning with fear. 

"I'd stop that noise if I was you slut," Ghankay said 
in a pleasant tone. "Koffa is itching to remove your 
fucking tongue so you'd best take care." 

Damon immediately controlled the noise he was making. 
In fact the black men did not want to remove his tongue 
yet. A big turn on for all of them was to hear the 
white whore scream and also to hear him thanking them 
for all the torments they subjected him to. 

On Baptiste's instructions Gyude pulled a chair up to 
the operating table then Damon was ordered to sit on 
it. Trembling violently the white soldier obeyed. He 
was then ordered to place his left hand flat on the 
table with his fingers spread apart as far as they 
would stretch. Baptiste had now got hold of a heavy 
hammer which he dangled from his right hand. 

"Okay slut listen carefully" Baptiste said addressing 
Damon, "I am going to smash the finger next to your 
thumb with this hammer and flatten it. You will not 
move your hand at all when I bring the hammer down for 
the first time. If you keep your hand completely still 
I will leave the rest of your fingers on this hand 
alone. Do you understand so far?" 

"Yes Sir Master," Damon replied in a voice quivering 
with fear. 

He desperately wanted to plead with Baptiste not to 
carry out this deed but he knew that his pleas would 
fall on deaf ears. He also feared that Koffa might be 
given permission to rip out his tongue. 

"Now if your hand moves before I've struck it, if even 
your finger twitches, then each of my friends will work 
on the remaining fingers on this hand," Baptiste 
explained. 

Damon's left hand was resting on the table palm down 
and it was shaking. Damon tried to control the 
movements but he was not able to. 

"Your hand is shaking whore," whispered Baptiste. "If 
it is still shaking when I lift this hammer then you 
have failed the test of obedience." 

Damon shut his eyes, clenched his teeth and willed his 
hand to stop shaking. Then, miraculously, it was 
stilled. 

"Open your eyes slut you're to watch the hammer smash 
your fucking finger," Ghankay's voice grated out. 

Damon had no choice but to open his eyes. He saw the 
hammer raised shoulder height by Baptiste. Still his 
hand and fingers were so still they might have been 
carved out of stone. He saw, as if in slow motion, the 
hammer start to descend. Then it hit the table with a 
terrible crash that made the surface shake. Damon did 
not scream, in fact he made no noise at all for a 
moment and then he started a low moaning sound. 

As the hammer struck the table Damon had pulled his 
hand away and so it had not been touched. 

"Well you brave fucking white soldier you couldn't hold 
still for just one minute. What a fucking coward you 
are," sneered Ghankay. 

"As a result of your disobedience each of us may choose 
our own method of dealing with your fingers," Baptiste 
announced. "For my part I shall hold your hand down and 
smash each of your finger joints before flattening the 
whole of your finger." 

With that Baptiste pressed his free hand on the back of 
Damon's hand which he had put back on the table. 

"Hold the cunt brothers" Baptiste requested, "the pig's 
such a fucking white coward that he might try and jump 
up when I start work on his finger." 

His three friends held Damon firmly in place as 
Baptiste raised the hammer again. This time Damon did 
scream as the hammer crushed the middle joint of his 
first finger. Then Baptiste brought the hammer down 
again and again flattening the finger and mashing it 
into a bloody pulp. By the time that he'd finished the 
bone had been split into tiny pieces many of which had 
pierced the skin. That finger would never be used 
again. 

"Whose next?" asked Baptiste holding up the hammer. 

Koffa took it with a grin. He did the same to Damon's 
middle finger as Baptiste had done to the first finger 
and left it in a bloody pulp as Damon passed out. 

The four black men ignored the unconscious white man. 

"Whoever goes next takes his third finger and the last 
man loses out somewhat as his thumb and little finger 
have already been disjointed," Baptiste said. 

Then Ghankay spoke up with a big grin on his face. 

"Gyude can take the third finger as long as I can work 
on the thumb and little finger," he said. 

"Fine," Baptiste agreed wondering to himself what 
Ghankay might have in mind. 

Then Baptiste shouted to a guard who came running in 
holding the end of a hosepipe in his hand. Baptiste 
took it from the guard who then shouted an order and 
water started to shoot out of the pipe. Baptiste played 
it over Damon and restored him to full consciousness. 
Then the guard shouted again and the water was turned 
off. He went to pick the hose pipe up but Baptiste 
clearly ordered him to leave it as the man went running 
off empty handed. 

Once again they made Damon sit down on the chair with 
his left hand flat on the table. Gyude started to pound 
the third finger with the hammer starting with the nail 
and working all the way up and down it until the skin 
was torn and bleeding, pieces of bone stuck out and the 
finger itself was flattened. All the while Damon 
shrieked from the pain. He was crying, shaking and his 
face was a dirty grey ashen colour. Several times his 
eyes seemed to turn back into his head but they quickly 
returned to normal. Then Gyude held out the hammer to 
Ghankay. 

"No I don't need that," Ghankay said. "I think that his 
thumb and small finger is getting in his way so I'm 
going to cut them off." 

He produced a knife that had a serrated blade so that 
it looked rather like a saw. This should do the trick. 
Then he looked at Damon. 

"Now fucker let's see just how brave you are. In theory 
you shouldn't feel any pain because your thumb and 
little finger have both been disjointed but I think the 
nerves are still alive and kicking. If you manage not 
to scream whilst I use this knife to cut off your thumb 
just above the knuckle joint then I'll use a sharp 
chopper to cut off your little finger. Any screaming 
and I use this knife to cut that finger off as well." 

Damon knew that he would scream. He was already in 
agonising pain from his battered fingers. Flattened as 
they had been they still seemed to be throbbing and 
felt as big as balloons. When he was suspended from his 
thumbs and small fingers he had felt agonising pain 
despite the fact that they were disjointed. He tried to 
switch off his brain but couldn't as he waited for 
Ghankay to begin. 

Ghankay placed the serrated blade just above the 
knuckle joint of the thumb. He pushed it across the 
digit and it tore into Damon's skin tearing it to 
bloody ribbons. As he pulled the knife back towards him 
it cut into the flesh of the thumb and Damon started to 
scream. Ghankay pushed it away and pulled it back just 
as if he was using a saw. Now the blade was cutting 
into Damon's bone and a red mist of pain was in front 
of the young soldier's eyes. Backwards and forwards 
that cruel blade went as Damon screamed himself hoarse. 
He was held firmly in place by Ghankay's three friends 
as the thumb was completely sawn off. Ghankay picked up 
the severed digit. 

"For fuck sake white pig I'm getting sick and tired of 
your noise" he said as he pushed the thumb into Damon's 
mouth. "Chew on that, it might keep you fucking quiet." 

Then Baptiste whispered into Ghankay's ear that the 
white fucking lump of dog shit might choke on the thumb 
if it was left in his mouth whilst Ghankay was dealing 
with his little finger. Ghankay saw the sense in that 
and pulled it from the moaning white man's mouth. Then 
he started work on the small finger. 

He carried out the same operation as he had used on the 
thumb. As Damon shrieked from the pain he severed the 
digit from the white man's hand leaving him with three 
terribly battered fingers. 

Once he had finished Baptiste called to the guard who 
came running in with a crate of cold beers. Then the 
four friends stopped for a welcome break and sat around 
the groaning weeping white man swigging on the bottles 
of ice cold beer. 

"See the fucker is still real disrespectful he hasn't 
bothered to thank us yet," Gyude observed. 

"That oversight will be dealt with Gyude you can be 
sure about that," Baptiste replied. 

Damon was in too much pain to understand what the men 
were talking about and he knew that soon they would be 
working on his other hand. He hoped desperately that he 
would pass out. 

"I feel like a good fuck now," Ghankay remarked as his 
nine inch long cock leaked pre-cum. 

"Why not fuck the white bastard whilst we deal with his 
other fingers?" Baptiste asked. "I bet the slut doesn't 
get a hard on this time." 

They all laughed and it was agreed that they would do 
just that. They made the groaning white soldier get off 
the chair and lay over the end of the table with his 
arms outstretched towards the top of it. Then he was 
ordered to spread the fingers of his right hand with 
his palm flat on the surface of the table. 

The way he was laying over the table his feet were on 
the floor and his legs spread wide apart. Ghankay got 
between his legs and held his big cock head against 
Damon's cunt whilst Koffa grabbed the hammer and 
pressed hard down on the back of Damon's hand. Baptiste 
and Gyude got onto the table and sat on Damon's 
shoulders and back so that he was unable to move. 

Then Ghankay thrust his big unlubricated cock straight 
up Damon's cunt. It had been well stretched over the 
few weeks that he'd been with the Africans and he took 
the whole length of the nine inch long cock with no 
trouble at all. Through his pain Damon could feel 
Ghankay's big balls pressing into his buttocks and the 
long cock deep in his bowels. His cock started to 
harden as Ghankay began to fuck him and by the time 
that the black man had pulled his cock out and thrust 
back in again Damon's cock was rock hard. 

Then Koffa raised the hammer and brought it smashing 
down onto the nail of his first finger. Damon screamed 
and his cock went soft as Ghankay fucked in and out of 
his arse. 

"Do that again Koffa, fucking do that again," Ghankay 
panted, "the fucker really squeezed my cock when you 
thumped his finger with the hammer." 

Koffa grinned and brought the hammer down again, this 
time onto the middle joint of the finger. Damon 
shrieked from the terrible pain and Ghankay groaned 
with pleasure as he felt the white soldier's arse 
muscles grip his cock like a vice and then relax to 
allow his cock to continue fucking in and out. Ghankay 
felt around Damon's body to find the white man's cock 
and smiled as he felt the soft penis. He was fucking in 
and out of Damon as hard as he could and Koffa brought 
the hammer down again, this time onto the knuckle joint 
of the same finger. 

Damon almost passed out from the pain as his arse 
muscle squeezed hard on Ghankay's cock. 

"I don't hear you groaning with pleasure whilst I'm 
fucking you white boy, what's wrong have you turned 
against nigger cocks up your cunt" Ghankay mocked as he 
fucked in and out. 

Koffa was now battering the finger with the hammer as 
he tried to smash the bone to smithereens. Damon was 
shrieking and screaming in agony whilst Ghankay 
continued to fuck him. Then Baptiste and Koffa changed 
places. 

Baptiste now had a small pair of wire cutters in his 
hand as he took the hammer from Koffa. He laid the 
hammer down on the table and lifted Damon's hand up. 
Holding the bloody hand in one hand Baptiste placed the 
top of Damon's finger between the blades of the wire 
cutters which he was holding in his other hand. The 
blades were just below the white soldier's finger nail. 
Ghankay was fucking the white man as hard as he could. 
All nine inches of his nigger cock was thrusting in and 
out of the white body. 

"Hold tight boys," Baptiste warned his friends and then 
slowly squeezed the handles of the wire cutters 
together. 

As the blades closed they cut through Damon's skin and 
blood started to flow freely as the young man screamed. 
Ghankay continued to fuck in and out of the white 
soldier's shit hole enjoying the sensations as Damon's 
arse muscle squeezed his cock as pain flowed through 
the poor man's body. Baptiste continued to squeeze hard 
on the handles of the wire cutters and they slowly cut 
through the bone of Damon's fingers and still the young 
soldier did not pass out. Then the deed was done and 
the top of Damon's middle finger was severed from his 
hand whilst Ghankay fucked away merrily. 

Baptiste then hammered the remaining part of the finger 
until it was a bloody pulp whist Ghankay continued to 
fuck the poor soldier who was no longer screaming 
although he was still conscious. Damon's mind had gone 
blank as the pain overcame him and he was no longer 
aware of Ghankay's cock thrusting in and out of his 
body or of the fact that Gyude had started work on his 
remaining whole finger. 

Once again Gyude simply used the hammer to flatten the 
finger and as he did so Ghankay started to shoot his 
load He filled Damon's bowels with his cum as Gyude 
hammered away at the soldier's finger. Both Africans 
finished at the same time. Ghankay pulled his cock out 
of Damon's cunt whilst Baptiste and Koffa got off the 
white man's back and shoulders and Gyude let go of 
Damon's right hand. 

Now the young soldier had no fingers left that he could 
use. His hands were already swelling up like balloons. 
Damon's eyes had a vacant far away look and his mouth 
remained wide open and spittle drooled from his mouth. 
Baptiste looked at the white soldier for a few long 
minutes. 

"Shit I think that the cunt may have lost his marbles" 
he said, "he looks as if he's left us for somewhere 
safe." 

Baptiste had seen this happen to one or two other 
victims and knew that if he was correct then they had 
certainly lost the white man. No matter what they did 
he most certainly would never recover his senses and 
would be like a zombie for the rest of his life. 

Ghankay was equally concerned as he saw all his plans 
going down the drain. He prodded Damon with his finger 
but got no response at all. He went to one of the 
cupboards and came back with the electric soldering 
iron and also one of the metal spikes. He prodded 
various parts of Damon's body with the spike but the 
young white soldier did not react. Then he switched on 
the soldering iron, waited until it was red hot, and 
then touched the tip of it against the skin on Damon's 
chest. The skin burnt and so did the flesh but Damon 
made no move at all. He just lay like a dead man the 
only signs that he was still alive was his chest moving 
up and down as he breathed. 

"You're right Baptiste we've lost this white fucking 
pig," Damon said disgustedly. 

"What do we do now then?" Koffa enquired anxiously. 

"Snuff the bastard that's what we do," Baptiste 
replied. "We can still have a bit of fun doing that 
although it will be like fucking around with a corpse." 

Just then Damon groaned and the four men spun round and 
stared at him as he lay on his back on the ground. Then 
Damon's eyes seemed to roll forward and come to life as 
he moved his arms about and started to groan in agony. 

"Shit I think the fucking white cunt is still with us," 
Ghankay exclaimed. 

Baptiste shouted to the guards and three of them came 
running in. He made one of them get a bucket of water, 
a sponge and a cloth whilst the other two carried Damon 
across to the platform and laid him on it face up. Then 
the guards started to sponge Damon's pain wracked body 
down with the cold water and used the cloth to dry him. 
When they were finished Ghankay went to the platform 
with the spike in his hand. He raised one of Damon's 
arms and jabbed the spike into the flesh of the 
soldier's armpit and Damon cried out aloud. 

"Yeah the fucker's still with us," Ghankay said. 

Then the four sat around to discuss the best way to 
proceed. 

"I think that we will have to lay off this cunt for at 
least a week," Baptiste said. 

"Well that works out fine with me because my dad will 
go bananas if I don't go home, you know how he pretends 
that he needs me to help with the business" Gyude said. 
"I'll have to stay with him for at least a week." 

"Yeah and I've got a few things to attend to at home. I 
have to remind my parents that I still exist and that 
it's their responsibility to provide me with all the 
money I need" Koffa said. "A week at least would suit 
me fine." 

"Well I've a bit of business to attend to at home," 
Baptiste remarked without enlarging on the subject. 

Ghankay had a big smile. 

"You fuckers should have followed my example and taken 
care of your parents," he said. "I've no fucking 
worries, my agent runs the business and I reap the 
rewards so I don't have to go anywhere." 

"Follow your example," Koffa scoffed, "you nearly got 
done for murdering them. It was only my dad's direct 
intervention that fucking saved you from the hangman's 
noose." 

"Yeah well I'm here and I don't have to answer to any 
fucker now," snapped Ghankay. 

Then he went on. 

"You three fuck off back to Monrovia and I'll stay and 
take care of this white skunk. He be fit and ready for 
you to play with again by the time you get back." 

Baptiste looked at Ghankay dubiously. 

"Be careful what you do with the white whore Ghankay. 
He's still a borderline case. No extreme torture or 
fuck all like that or you will send him over the top 
for good," he cautioned. 

"I'll treat him with kid gloves," laughed Ghankay. "I 
doubt whether he'll mind having my nigger cock up his 
white cunt and there's a couple of other things I've 
got in mind. I promise I won't torture him, maybe just 
slap him around a bit but not much more than that." 

"Let him have the rest of today and all night off 
then," Baptiste said. "No restraints at all for him 
tonight and get the guards to feed him. You can play 
with him tomorrow unless he looks as if he needs 
further rest. Anyway Ghankay I trust you to play it by 
ear." 

Ghankay agreed. Then the other three decided that they 
would give Damon a full seven days, starting from the 
next day, to recover. The guards were briefed and given 
very strict orders to treat Damon as if he was sick. 
Then all four men returned to their quarters. 

Baptiste, Koffa and Gyude left for Monrovia shortly 
after. Ghankay settled down with a few beers to watch 
some porno videos. He smiled contentedly. He'd got 
Damon to himself for a full week and if by that time 
the white bastard wasn't having his meals from his 
nigger shit hole then Ghankay wasn't black he was 
white! 

Damon had the rest of the day and the night to begin to 
recover from his terrible torture. His mind kept 
wandering but always returned to the present. His hands 
hurt terribly as did every part of his body but Damon 
was now mentally alert again. He was even able to cry 
which he did as he lay undisturbed on the platform. 
Then he fell into a very deep sleep. 


CHAPTER FIFTEEN


For the first time since arriving in Liberia Damon 
slept with no restraints. His hands were so painful 
that he slept very fitfully. A guard came in the 
morning and indicated that Damon should go to the 
bathroom and carry out his normal morning routines. 
Damon indicated his hands to show that he could not 
manage. The guard went with him and used the hose pipe 
to clean Damon's insides. 

Then he helped him to have a shower and dried him. Back 
in the main room Damon was given some food and, again, 
the guard helped him out by feeding the food into his 
mouth. Throughout this period Damon was having violent 
shivering fits caused by the pain that he had, and 
still was, suffering. 

Ghankay came into the room and stood staring at Damon. 
Then he spoke to the guard and then to Damon. 

"Don't think I'm getting fucking soft you white 
cowardly lump of shit," Ghankay said "but I've decided 
that you will spend today resting and recovering your 
strength." 

With that Ghankay turned on his heel and left the room. 
The guard helped Damon to get back onto the platform 
and left him. Damon rested all day and in the evening 
another guard came and helped him carry out his 
ablutions and then fed him. Damon was then left to get 
another nights sleep. The same thing happened the next 
day except that Ghankay did not put in an appearance. 

Damon was beginning to recover from his ordeals now 
although his swollen hands were still extremely 
painful. However he was no longer having the violent 
shivering fits and his fever had gone. He rested 
quietly all day and had another good nights sleep. In 
the morning he was taken to the washroom and managed 
partially to fend for himself. Where he could not 
because his fingers were now useless the guard helped 
him out. Then he was fed and left to his own devices. 

Around noon Ghankay came wandering out. 

As soon as Damon saw the black man he got down onto his 
hands and knees. Ghankay approached Damon and stared at 
him for a few minutes. 

"Well you white fucking pig how are you feeling now?" 
Ghankay enquired. 

"I am well thank your Sir Master," Damon replied in a 
humble voice. 

"I think that I will find out just how well you are. 
Follow me," Ghankay said as he walked across the room. 

Damon crawled along behind him and they came to a halt 
under one of the cables. This one was a simple affair. 
A single cable hanging from the ceiling and attached to 
the end of it was a pair of handcuffs. 

"Stand up slut," Ghankay ordered as he started to lower 
the cable. "Put your arms out in front of you" was 
Ghankay's next request. 

Damon obeyed and Ghankay snapped the handcuffs closed 
around his wrists. 

"Lucky we didn't cut your fucking hands off this time 
or these cuffs would have been fucking useless," he 
said with a short laugh. 

Damon did not reply as he stood with his arms 
outstretched in front of him and a pair of handcuffs 
around his wrists. The two full days rest had worked 
wonders for him. Although his hands were still painful 
from the treatment his fingers had received the pain 
was a slight numbing feeling in the background. Most of 
his other aches and pains had disappeared and Damon 
really did feel as if he was a new man again. He also 
knew that he was free of the attention of the other 
three Africans for a week. He hoped that Ghankay would 
not be too cruel to him. 

Ghankay pressed the control button and the cable 
started to rise pulling Damon's arms up into the air 
above his head. Ghankay stopped the cable when Damon 
was on his smashed toes. The young soldier hardly felt 
any pain from his feet now. 

Ghankay stood behind Damon and very close to the young 
soldier and started to run his black hands over the 
man's white body. He stroked Damon's smooth chest and 
his firm belly and then started to play with the young 
soldier's cock and balls. Damon's body instantly 
responded to Ghankay's attention and his cock sprang 
fully to attention. 

"I've wanted to play with my own white toy from the day 
that you arrived here," Ghankay whispered into Damon's 
ear as he started to rub the white soldier's foreskin 
up and down. 

He was standing so close to Damon that the white man 
could feel Ghankay's hard black cock pressing into him 
between his legs. He leant back slightly so that his 
back was pressed against Ghankay's muscular chest and 
belly. 

"You want my nigger cock up your white boy's cunt don't 
you?" Ghankay whispered. 

"Yes please Sir Master I want your big black cock up my 
miserable white cunt," Damon answered. 

Ghankay licked one of Damon's ear holes. 

"When my friends return I guess we'll be cutting these 
fucking things off," he whispered as he nuzzled Damon's 
ear. 

Then he started to chew the ear lob. 

"I want to feed you later white boy" Ghankay said "and 
I don't want to use a jaw breaker on you. If I fuck you 
now will you promise to keep your mouth wide open when 
I feed you?" he asked. 

Damon did not understand what Ghankay was talking about 
when he mentioned a 'jaw breaker' and talked about 
feeding him. He was surprised that this African would 
wish to carry out a task that one of the guards 
normally did. Still if his Master wanted him to agree 
to do it then he would. 

"Yes Sir Master of course I'll keep my mouth wide open 
when you feed me. May I ask one question Sir Master?" 
Damon ventured. 

"What's the question?" Ghankay asked. 

"Sir Master will I be allowed to close my mouth when I 
chew on the food you feed me?" Damon asked. 

For a moment Ghankay glowered at Damon because he 
thought that the white man was taking the piss out of 
him. Then he realised that Damon hadn't a clue what he 
was talking about. He smiled to himself. 

"Of course you may close your mouth to chew the food 
that I feed you Damon," Ghankay replied all sweetness 
and light. 

He squeezed Damon's balls in one hand as he played with 
the white soldier's cock with the other. 

"One thing Damon I must tell you. Now that you have 
promised to keep your mouth open whilst I put some food 
into it and then you will close your mouth to chew the 
food before swallowing it, I will have to punish you if 
you do not eat every last bit of the food that I feed 
you." 

"Sir Master I promise that I will eat it all," Damon 
answered. 

"Good because I don't think that you would want me to 
recommend to my friends when they return that we have a 
castration ceremony now would you?" 

"Oh no Sir Master I would not want to be castrated," 
Damon replied. 

"Well if you break your promise that will be your 
punishment and you will still have to eat all the food 
that I feed you," Ghankay said. 

Damon started to feel very uneasy now. He couldn't 
understand what Ghankay was talking about. He couldn't 
fathom out the reason why he should not be able to eat 
the food that his master gave him. 

Ghankay was feeling as horny as hell now as he thought 
about the pleasures to come. His big nine inch long 
cock was throbbing with excitement so he decided to 
fuck the white man there and then. He took hold of his 
big cock and rubbed it up and down between Damon's 
buttocks as the white soldier groaned very softly. 

Then Ghankay pressed his big purple knob against the 
lips of Damon's cunt. He pushed forward as he held 
Damon's body very tightly in his black arms. Damon's 
head was spinning as he smelt the wonderful masculine 
smell of his master and he relaxed his arse muscle. 
Ghankay entered his body with his long cock and thrust 
three quarters of it straight up the young white 
soldier's cunt. 

"Oooh god that's good Sir Master," Damon groaned as he 
felt the thick black cock pushing deep into his body. 

"You're lucky white boy that my friends are not here or 
I'd have to ask Koffa to rip your tongue out for that 
remark" Ghankay whispered as he thrust more of his cock 
into the white soldier's bowels. 

"We're alone white boy so you can say what you feel to 
me now," Ghankay went on. "I love fucking your white 
body with my big black cock, I love the feel of your 
soft body as I fuck you" he said as he started to fuck 
his cock in and out of Damon's cunt. 

"Oooh Sir Master I love it when you fuck me. I love 
your big black cock up my cunt," Damon whispered back 
as he thrust his buttocks in and out taking the full 
length of Ghankay's cock into his intestines. 

"I love to feel your strong black arms around my body 
Sir Master. I want to be your white slave Sir Master 
and I want to serve you all my life." 

Ghankay's thick red lips were sucking Damon's neck as 
the white boy spoke these words. He continued to fuck 
in and out as hard as he could as he sucked on Damon's 
neck and played with the white soldier's balls. 

"Harder Sir Master, fuck me harder Sir Master," panted 
Damon as Ghankay thrust in and out as hard as he could. 

The black man really did enjoy fucking this white boy. 
In the back of his brain was the thought that he'd love 
to keep Damon as his white slave forever. He was 
sweating like a pig as was Damon and their bodies were 
making slurping noises as they rubbed up and down 
together whilst Ghankay's cock was thrusting in and out 
and Damon's buttocks were keeping in time with his 
movements. 

He had been fucking Damon for more than thirty minutes 
and was still fucking away as hard as ever as the white 
man groaned with pleasure and kept mumbling for his 
master to fuck him ever harder. If this white slut 
would turn out to be a real good toilet then Ghankay 
might well devise a way of keeping him for his own. 
He'd have to wait and see. 

Forty five minutes had now passed and Ghankay's balls 
were tightening. Damon could feel the big cock head 
starting to swell inside him and then he felt the black 
man's cream filling his bowels. 

"Oooh god Sir Master give me your black seed. I want to 
have your black baby Sir Master" Damon groaned as 
Ghankay filled his intestines with his black seed. 

The Negro pumped in and out of Damon for another ten 
minutes before his cock started to soften. Then he 
pulled out and, still with his arms wrapped around the 
sweaty white body, gave Damon a kiss on the back of his 
neck. 

"That white whore was a real good fuck and I must say I 
enjoyed it a lot," Ghankay said. 

"Thank you Sir Master for fucking me. I'm real pleased 
Sir Master that you enjoyed fucking me. I enjoyed it a 
lot too Sir Master," Damon replied. 

"Now slut I'll get you down from the cable and then you 
can follow me. I think that it's time for you to have 
your first meal from me" Ghankay said. 

As he lowered the cable Ghankay called to the guard. 
The man who came running in was one of those that 
understood English. 

"You will go outside and lock the main door to this 
building and no one will enter until I give permission 
for the door to be unlocked. You will not disturb me 
for any reason whatsoever. Do you understand?" Ghankay 
asked. 

"Yes master but suppose there is an urgent telephone 
call from one of the other masters?" the guard asked. 

"I am not to be disturbed for any reason whatsoever. 
Find out who wants me and tell them I'll call back when 
I'm free," Ghankay instructed. 

"Yes master," the guard answered and left the room 
locking the main doors behind him. 

Ghankay did not wish any word of his intended 
activities to get back to any of his friends. They did 
not understand this part of his nature and would not be 
too happy if they knew that he had been indulging in 
his favourite sport during their absence. 

Damon was waiting on his hands and knees at his 
master's feet. Ghankay's cum was running down the 
inside of his thighs and he loved the feel of it on his 
skin knowing that it was something his master had put 
inside him. 

"Come on slut follow me," Ghankay ordered and started 
to walk towards the bathroom. 

Damon started to crawl along behind Ghankay and now 
began to have qualms as to what the black man was 
intending to feed him. He started to remember what the 
man had said to him regarding his intentions when he 
had Damon to himself. Unfortunately there was nothing 
the young white soldier could do but follow the tall 
muscular black man into the bathroom. 

"Feeling thirsty slut?" Ghankay asked. 

"Yes Sir Master I am," Damon replied knowing that this 
was the answer his master expected. 

"Lie on the floor on your back, mouth wide open, and 
I'll give you a good long drink" Ghankay said with a 
smirk all over his black face. 

Damon did as ordered. Since his last long session of 
acting as a urinal for the staff his pleasure at 
swallowing piss had somewhat diminished but he knew 
that he must swallow every last drop of his master's 
strong urine. Ghankay stood over Damon with his feet 
either side of Damon's waist. 

He held his big cock pointing towards the white 
soldier's face and started to strain. A jet of yellow 
piss shot out of his cock, described a graceful arc in 
the air, and finished up going into Damon's mouth. The 
white man started to swallow as quickly as possible in 
order to cope with the huge fountain of piss that was 
flowing from Ghankay's cock. 

It was hot piss, it was deep yellow piss, it was very 
strong and acidic piss and Damon kept swallowing hard 
intent on preventing it from overflowing his mouth. He 
knew that his master would not be pleased if he wasted 
any of the piss. 

For a full four minutes Ghankay kept up the flow and 
Damon swallowed the lot. Then the piss began to peter 
out as Ghankay moved up the young white man's body so 
that, as the last drops flowed from his cock, he was 
standing directly above Damon's mouth. He shook his 
cock to get rid of the last golden droplets of piss and 
then stepped away from Damon. 

"Thank you Sir Master for giving me such a good drink," 
Damon said. 

Ghankay noticed that Damon's cock was soft and smiled 
to himself as he realised that acting as a staff urinal 
had cured the man of his taste for piss. 

"Are you hungry now whore, are you ready for a nice hot 
meal served up to you by your master?" Ghankay asked. 

Damon, still lying on his back, looked up at Ghankay 
with frightened eyes. He was wondering if he dare risk 
saying that he was not hungry. 

"Well whore are you ready for your meal?" Ghankay asked 
impatiently. 

Damon knew that he must say that he was. 

"Yes Sir Master I'm ready for my meal," Damon replied 
in a voice barely above a whisper. 

"Remember what I said earlier you white fucking pig," 
snapped Ghankay, "you keep your mouth open whilst I put 
food into it, then you chew the food and swallow it. Of 
course if you want to be castrated when my friends 
return then you will not do as you're told." 

Ghankay now stood over Damon once again facing the 
white man's feet. This time his feet were either side 
of Damon's neck and he half squatted so that his shit 
hole was above the white soldier's mouth. 

"Open wide Damon and don't start chewing until I tell 
you to," Ghankay said as his cock throbbed with 
excitement. 

Damon stared up at the big black buttocks above his 
face. He could see Ghankay's brown hole at the bottom 
of the crease dividing the cheeks of the black man's 
arse. He opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes. 

"Open your eyes cunt I want you to see your meal 
arriving," snapped Ghankay who was bent over so that he 
could see Damon's face through his legs. 

Damon opened his eyes and heard Ghankay grunting and 
straining and felt a few dribbles of piss on his chest. 
Then he saw the lips of the black man's shit hole 
opening as a tiny pointed brown turd started to emerge. 
As it passed through the narrow hole the turd started 
to swell and Damon could smell the strong smell of 
shit. As it was pushed further out the log of shit 
started to steam. 

Ghankay strained some more and then the brown turd 
dropped neatly into Damon's mouth. It was about five 
inches long and three inches thick and lay on the poor 
white man's tongue with the end sticking out of his 
mouth. Then slowly it slid down his tongue so that one 
end was pushing against his throat. 

Damon was feeling sick as he smelt and tasted the 
nigger shit. This was nothing like the time that he had 
licked Ghankay's shit hole clean, this was the real 
stuff. 

"Start chewing Damon," whispered Ghankay as his cock 
continued to throb with excitement. 

He watched through his legs as Damon's jaws moved as he 
started to chew on the log of shit in his mouth. Within 
in seconds it was covering his teeth, the roof of his 
mouth as well as his tongue. 

"Now swallow it," Ghankay ordered. 

Damon swallowed hard and felt the shit travelling down 
his gullet and into his stomach leaving a sheen of shit 
all the way from his mouth down his throat to his guts. 

"Open up white boy," Ghankay ordered. 

Damon opened his mouth again. Now the inside was all 
covered in Ghankay's shit. He watched the nigger shit 
hole open, he watched a second log start to appear. It 
stank of raw shit and steamed in the cool air of the 
bathroom and Damon's cock started to harden. Then the 
log of shit dropped into his mouth and Damon waited to 
be ordered to chew. His cock was rock hard now as his 
mouth was full of his black master's shit and he was 
waiting instructions to chew. 

"Chew it you shit loving white fucker," Ghankay said 
having noticed that Damon's cock was rock hard. 

Damon started to chew on his master's shit as his hard 
cock throbbed with sexual excitement. 

"Swallow it," Ghankay ordered. 

Damon did and, having swallowed the second log of 
nigger shit, ran his tongue around the inside of his 
mouth to gather up any shreds left behind. 

"You like the meal I'm serving you white boy, do you 
like eating my nigger shit?" Ghankay asked. 

"Yes Sir Master I am enjoying the meal a lot," Damon 
replied. 

Ghankay now knelt down on the floor with his knees 
either side of Damon's neck. Then he moved his buttocks 
back so that he was sitting on Damon's face with his 
shit hole over the white man's open mouth. He could 
feel Damon's lips pressing into his buttocks as he 
started to strain again. This time his shit went 
straight from his hole into Damon's open mouth. He 
could feel the slight movement as the white man 
swallowed his log. Then he felt Damon's tongue pushing 
into his shit hole as the white soldier tried to lick 
more shit into his mouth. 

"Suck my nigger shit hole white boy," Ghankay hissed, 
"suck my shit hole and see if you can get any nigger 
shit out of me." 

Damon pressed his mouth hard against Ghankay's buttocks 
and started to suck as hard as he could. Then he felt 
some more shit being sucked into his mouth as Ghankay 
groaned with pleasure. 

The black man was as horny as hell now and his cock was 
leaking pre-cum. He moved so that he was lying flat on 
top of Damon with his cock against the young white 
soldier's mouth. Damon opened his mouth and sucked the 
big black cock into his shitty interior. Then Ghankay 
started to thrust in and out of Damon's throat as he 
began to face fuck the white man. 

Damon's cock was rock hard and throbbing with pleasure 
as he felt his master's cock driving in and out of his 
shit coated throat. Then he felt hot lips around his 
own cock as Ghankay, for the first time in his life, 
started to suck on a white man's cock. Damon began to 
thrust his pelvis up and down as Ghankay moved his lips 
up and down the shaft of the white cock at the same 
time playing with Damon's balls. Now the two were face 
fucking each other and both having the time of their 
lives. 

Damon was the first to cum. His cock, buried deep down 
Ghankay's gullet, started to spew his load. Ghankay 
swallowed the white man's sperm as he moved his lips up 
and down the shaft of the cock whilst driving his own 
cock in and out of Damon's throat. Then he too shot his 
load filling Damon's gullet with his thick nigger cum. 
Damon swallowed it all with great pleasure. 

Ghankay removed his mouth from Damon's cock which was 
now beginning to soften. 

"Feeling thirsty white boy, feeling thirsty?" Ghankay 
asked in a thick voice with his cock still buried down 
Damon's throat. 

"Mm, mm, mn," Damon gurgled with the thick cock filling 
his gullet at the same time moving his head up and down 
to show his master that he was thirsty. 

For the second time Ghankay started to piss. This time 
his cock was down Damon's throat and the white man 
swallowed the strong tasting nigger urine. As he 
swallowed it his cock began to stiffen. The white 
soldier wanted anything that his master would give him. 
Shit, piss or cum, it didn't matter a jot as long as it 
came from this black man whom owned not only his body 
but his soul. 

Ghankay was only able to piss for a couple of minutes 
and then his bladder was empty. He pulled his cock out 
of Damon's mouth and then performed another first. He 
turned around, still on top of Damon, and then started 
to kiss the white man on his lips. Damon's cock was 
rock hard already as he felt the thick nigger lips 
pressed to his own. Then he felt Ghankay's tongue 
inside his mouth as the black man licked all around. 

After a couple of minutes Ghankay got off Damon and 
stood up looking down at the white soldier. Damon 
looked up at him. 

"Thank you Sir Master for giving me such a good meal 
and such a good drink and thank you Sir Master for 
allowing me to suck your cock and eat your cum" Damon 
said. 

Ghankay felt real good now. The white soldier had eaten 
his shit and seemed to enjoy the meal. The black man's 
brain was racing with fevered speed as he started to 
think that he might be able to bring one of his 
constant fantasies to life. 

"Get cleaned up as best you can without the use of your 
fucking fingers and then return to the other room and 
wait for me there whore," Ghankay said. 

He then turned on his heel and left the bathroom. 

Ghankay called one of the guards into the room and told 
him to collect all the staff into their recreation room 
where he would address them. Twenty minutes later the 
guard returned to inform Ghankay that all thirty 
members of the staff were assembled as ordered. The 
black man strode over to the staff quarters and entered 
the recreation room which was now crowded. There were 
the guards in their khaki shorts and shirts, cooks in 
their blue and white outfits, cleaners and kitchen 
staff in tattered shorts of all colours and little 
else. As Ghankay entered the room silence descended. 

"What I am going to ask you and whatever else occurs 
whilst I am alone here will not under any circumstances 
be spoken about outside. When your other masters return 
you will not mention anything to them. Failure to obey 
this order will result in the offender being killed. I 
can promise that he will suffer greatly before he dies 
at my hands" Ghankay said as he stared hard at the men 
in front of him, some of whom were fidgeting about 
uneasily. 

Then Ghankay continued with his address. 

"The white man is going to be placed in one of the non 
western style toilets. He will be lying on the floor 
with his head, face up, in the shit bowl. Any member of 
the staff who wishes may make use of that toilet to 
have a shit or piss. If you are of a mind to you may 
masturbate over the white bastard. I shall be sitting 
in the shit house watching but don't you worry about 
that. 

"You may use the white soldier as your toilet as many 
times as you wish. Those members of staff not wishing 
to prevail themselves of this service may use the other 
toilets to have a shit in. For all off duty members of 
the staff using the white whore as a toilet there will 
be a free bottle of beer as they leave the cubicle. On 
duty members of staff will be given their free beer 
when they come off duty. Any questions?" 

"Yes master, do we get a free beer each time we use the 
white whore as our toilet?" asked one of the guards who 
was sporting a huge erection under his shorts. 

"Of course," replied Ghankay with a smile. 

There were no more questions so Ghankay dismissed the 
men who went about their business chattering and joking 
among themselves. Ghankay returned to the main building 
where Damon was waiting for him. 

"So you enjoyed the meal I gave you?" Ghankay asked. 

"Yes Sir Master I enjoyed it a lot," Damon replied as 
he knelt at his master's feet. 

"You like eating black man's shit then do you?" Ghankay 
asked as an amused smiled played around his thick 
nigger lips. 

"I've only eaten yours Sir Master and I enjoyed doing 
that as it made you very happy," Damon replied. 

"Would you like to eat the shit of other black men?" 
Ghankay asked. 

Damon was in a quandary. He had not enjoyed the taste 
of shit in his mouth; it was the knowledge that 
Ghankay, his master, was using him as a human toilet 
that he had enjoyed so much. It was the knowledge that 
his master was giving him something and that by his 
eating his master's shit he was pleasing his master 
that made Damon enjoy being used as a human shit house 
so much. But what was he to say to Ghankay? 

"Sir Master," Damon ventured with a slight tremble in 
his voice "I want to please you Sir Master so I will do 
whatever you want me to do." 

"Well you fucking miserable white slut I want you to 
act as a human shit house for the staff during the next 
few hours" Ghankay said jovially. "You will open your 
mouth and eat whatever the staff offer you until I 
decide that you've eaten enough." 

Damon listened with head bowed and a deep feeling of 
revulsion inside himself. He wondered how it was 
possible that he could have sunk this low as a tiny 
corner of his brain told him that it would bring him 
and Ghankay even closer together if he carried out his 
task well. He really did belong to this black man body 
and soul and would now do anything to please the black 
man who was his lord and master. Then Damon looked up 
at Ghankay his eyes full of adoration. 

"Thank you Sir Master for giving me the chance to 
please you," he said. 

Then Ghankay led Damon out of the building and across 
to the staff toilets. The rough ground did not bother 
Damon at all as he crawled along on his hands and knees 
like an obedient dog following it's master. Ghankay led 
the white soldier into the stinking staff toilets. In 
the heat they smelt strongly of piss and shit. He 
opened the door to one of the cubicles and indicated 
that Damon should enter. 

The toilet inside the cubicle was the type where the 
shit bowl was at ground level with the porcelain rim 
slightly raised above ground level and a foot print 
indentation either side. The user squatted over the 
bowl with feet in the indentations and they would shit 
into the hole in the floor. 

Damon now lay on the floor with his head in the bowl 
face up. Anybody now using that toilet would shit onto 
the white soldier's face. 

"Whenever a customer enters make sure you open your 
mouth so that you can swallow his shit," Ghankay 
ordered. 

Then the black man pulled up a chair that one of the 
guards had already provided. He sat outside the cubicle 
with the door wide open so that he had a full view of 
everything that happened inside. Outside the toilets a 
member of staff was standing by a large ice box that 
was full of bottles of beer ready to slate the thirst 
of users of the toilet containing the white soldier. 

It was not long before one of the kitchen staff entered 
the cubicle. Removing his shorts completely so that 
Ghankay had an unimpeded view of the proceedings he 
half squatted. His cock, a good eight inch black tool, 
was fully erect as he strained. Then he started to 
shit. 

His shit came out rather soft and not only fell into 
Damon's open mouth but splattered over his nose and 
cheeks. As the black man was shitting he also started 
to piss and directed his flow over Damon's body and 
aimed at the white man's soft cock and balls. After a 
few minutes the black man had finished his business and 
he left the cubicle to clean himself leaving Damon 
covered in shit. 

The unhappy young white soldier had to swallow the shit 
that was in his mouth in order to breathe properly. He 
felt very sick and miserable as he lay waiting for the 
next black man to turn up. 

For two hours Damon lay in that position as more than a 
dozen staff members used him as a toilet. A couple of 
them, after having had a good shit, remained where they 
were whilst they masturbated. Their loads of cum joined 
the shit and piss that was beginning to cover the poor 
soldier. In the heat of the day the stench was terrible 
but Damon was helpless to do anything other than remain 
where he was. Ghankay had been watching as black man 
after black man made use of the white soldier as a 
toilet. His cock was throbbing with pleasure as he 
enjoyed watching the total humiliation of the white 
man. 

Ghankay stood up and went into the cubicle where Damon 
lay covered in the piss and shit. He casually pointed 
his hard cock at Damon's face and started to piss 
sending a strong stream of yellow urine all over the 
white man's face. One good outcome of this as far as 
Damon was concerned was that it cleaned some of the 
shit from his face. 

"I'll see you later shit eater," Ghankay said as he 
turned on his heel and left Damon lying in the toilet. 

The young white man was left like that for a further 
three hours during which time numerous members of the 
staff came to take a dump on him or to have a piss. 
Some came back several times and they were the ones 
that masturbated over the white soldier as well as 
giving him their piss and shit. Damon had to keep 
swallowing the odious crap that he was receiving. Had 
he not done so he would have suffocated under the 
stuff. 

Five hours Damon was used for a toilet by any man who 
cared to prevail himself of the opportunity. Then two 
guards came in and one was dragging a hose pipe with 
him. Ghankay strolled behind them. The guards hosed 
Damon down washing all the shit, piss and cum off him 
as Ghankay watched with amusement. Once the white 
soldier was cleansed of all the filth Ghankay ordered 
him to get off the toilet and follow him back to the 
main building. The poor white soldier had lain so long 
in that place that he could hardly move due to the 
cramping pains he was feeling. Despite the fact that he 
had been thoroughly cleansed with the hose he could 
still taste the disgusting taste of the shit in his 
mouth and gullet and his stomach was full of the stuff. 

Back in the main room Ghankay started to speak to 
Damon. 

"Well white soldier how did you enjoy acting as toilet 
for those niggers to shit into?" Ghankay asked 
mockingly. 

"If it pleased you Sir Master then I am happy," Damon 
replied feeling his bile rising as the taste of shit in 
his guts almost made him vomit. 

"Don't start being fucking clever with me you white 
cunt," snarled Ghankay. "I asked you a question and I 
want a fucking answer." 

"I enjoyed it," mumbled Damon knowing that it was the 
answer he had to give. 

"Good then you can do the same tomorrow," smirked 
Ghankay. "Now what do your say to that?" the black man 
asked. 

"Thank you Sir Master for allowing me to be a toilet 
again tomorrow" Damon replied his face giving lie to 
his words. 

"It's a fucking pity that I've got to treat you with 
kid fucking gloves," muttered Ghankay more to himself 
than to Damon. "Shit I'd fucking love to have you just 
to myself, I teach you just how a fucking white slave 
should behave to his master." 

Ghankay was feeling as horny as hell again having 
enjoyed watching Damon being used as a human toilet. He 
decided that he would fuck the white bastard again. He 
made Damon lay across the bench with his legs wide 
apart. Then he thrust his big thick nine inch long cock 
straight up the white man's cunt. He started to fuck 
the shit out of Damon as the white man began to 
respond. Soon Damon's buttocks were working backwards 
and forwards as Ghankay drove his big nigger cock in 
and out of the white soldier's cunt. 

The black man fucked Damon as hard as he could for over 
one hour before he shot his load. Then he filled Damon 
with his cum. Having fucked the white man he pulled his 
cock from Damon's cunt as Damon spoke up loud and 
clear. 

"Thank you Sir Master for fucking me," he said. 

"I suppose that you want to use the toilet now do you?" 
Ghankay asked. 

"Yes please Sir Master I need to have a piss," Damon 
replied. 

"How about a shit, don't you want a fucking shit?" 
Ghankay asked. 

"No Sir Master just a piss." 

Ghankay went to a cupboard and got a glass jug which he 
placed between Damon's legs. 

"Piss in that whore and then drink it I don't want you 
wasting your piss," he said as he stood back to watch. 

Damon had no choice of course. He pissed into the two 
pint jug almost filling it. Then, using the palms of 
his hands, he picked the warm jug up and started to 
pour the contents down his throat. Slowly he swallowed 
the lot. 

"Now get on the platform and stay on it for the night," 
Ghankay ordered. "Don't play with your fucking cock and 
don't shoot your load. Any cum stains in the morning 
and I swear that Baptiste will castrate you when he 
returns here" Ghankay warned. 

The remainder of the week passed away with little 
change to the routine. Ghankay did introduce one 
change. Damon had to shit in a bowl in the bathroom 
each morning and was then given that to eat instead of 
food. Whenever he needed to piss he pissed in the glass 
jug and then drank it. On the day before his friends 
were due back Ghankay declared a fun afternoon. 

Every member of staff who desired to was given 
permission to fuck the white soldier. Most of the staff 
took up the offer and Damon was fucked continuously for 
close on four hours. As he had been given a rest from 
toilet duties whilst he was being fucked Ghankay 
decreed that he could spend the night in the cubicle. 
So, with his bowels and guts full of nigger sperm as he 
had been fucked by black cocks from both ends, Damon 
lay in the toilet bowl opening his mouth wide whenever 
he saw black feet either side of his head and a black 
arse hole squatting over his face. 

Damon was pleased when the night was over and a new day 
dawned. As he was cleaned down with the hose pipe and 
then taken to the bathroom to have a shower he looked 
forward to the return of Baptiste, Koffa and Gyude. At 
least his shit ordeal was over. After his shower he was 
given his first meal of real food since the toilet 
duties had commenced. 

Ghankay watched him eat on the closed circuit 
television. He thought how much he had enjoyed these 
last few days. Then he started to wonder whether it 
would be possible to take Damon to a secret hiding 
place and continue to humiliate him in every way 
possible. He would not damage him any further 
physically as he wanted him to be in one piece. He had 
many ideas about wonderful ways of cock and balls 
torture, making him suffer through nipple torture and, 
especially, turning him into a human waste disposal 
unit. If he could get the fucker to himself Damon would 
never eat another proper meal again or have another 
real drink. He would live on piss and shit. 

But could he manage it, could he get Damon away from 
Baptiste, Koffa and Gyude? Did he even try or did he 
resign himself to the futility of such a course? 

In a few short hours his three friends (!) would be 
returning. What should Ghankay do? 


CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Ghankay was sitting alone watching Damon over the CCTV. 
He was trying to make up his mind about his future 
course of action. If he wanted to abscond with Damon he 
would have to do it very soon, certainly before his 
friends returned from the capital, Monrovia. 

Then his mobile sounded and he answered it noting that 
the call was from Baptiste. His friend informed him 
that he was on his way by chopper and would be arriving 
in less than forty minutes. Koffa and Gyude were 
driving there and so would be a lot later. 

That call settled things as far as Ghankay was 
concerned. He shrugged his shoulders as he put out of 
his mind any thoughts of absconding with Damon. Then he 
got up and walked out to the main room where Damon was 
sitting on the floor. As the white soldier saw Ghankay 
approaching he immediately got down on his hands and 
knees. 

"Good news slut Baptiste is on his way and will be here 
very soon," Ghankay said. 

Damon was torn two ways now. He was relieved that he 
would no longer be required to act as a human shit 
house; he still had a strong taste of shit inside his 
mouth and throat. On the other hand he wondered what 
fiendish treatment would be meted out to him now. He 
knew that his few days of relaxation was now coming to 
an abrupt end. 

Ghankay had brought some pictures with him when he had 
entered the main room. 

"I've sent a selection of these pictures to your old 
army unit in Hong Kong and also to your family home," 
he announced as he started to show Damon what he was 
holding. 

The pictures had been taken from the CCTV screen and 
were not of a very good quality but, nevertheless, 
showed in minute detail some of the things that Damon 
had been doing. 

There was an excellent shot of him kneeling whilst 
Baptiste pissed in his mouth. As he was not restrained 
in any way it appeared that he was a willing 
participant. More pictures of him when he was used as a 
human urinal. Some excellent shots of him being fucked 
by the guards in the toilet. More shots of him sucking 
the big cocks of the four black men who owned him. 
There was also several shots of him being sucked off by 
Ghankay and obviously enjoying it by the lustful 
expression on his face. 

"Now I wonder what your Commanding Officer will think. 
Not just him your fellow comrades as well. I've made 
sure that these pictures will receive a wide 
circulation in your unit by sending them not only to 
your CO but to others such as the Quartermaster's 
Staff, the Postal Staff, the PTI's and the cooks among 
others. I bet that they will get passed around among 
the whole of your unit. What will they think when they 
see you clearly enjoying being fucked by niggers, 
drinking niggers piss and sucking their big black 
cocks. And your family too, I bet they'll be over the 
moon when they get these pictures of you" Ghankay said 
mockingly. 

Damon, as he saw what the pictures showed, could not 
control his feelings and tears flowed from his eyes as 
he wept silently. 

"Now surely you are going to thank your master for 
being so kind aren't you?" Ghankay asked still in the 
same mocking voice. 

Damon looked up at Ghankay, his eyes full of tears. 

"Thank you Sir Master for sending those pictures to my 
unit and to my family," he said in a voice that was on 
the verge of breaking into sobs. 

"That's okay slut I'll be sending them more as we 
progress with your treatment. Must keep them all up to 
date with your love of big nigger cocks" Ghankay said. 

Just then the sound of a helicopter could be heard and 
within minutes it was hovering overhead. Then it landed 
and the engine was switched off. A few minutes later 
Baptiste walked in through the main door. He was 
dressed in a very smart safari suit. He greeted Ghankay 
and they hugged each other and Baptiste enquired about 
the state of Damon. 

"Fully recovered and ready for more fun with us," 
Ghankay announced with a big smile. 

"Good, I'm going to get out of these clothes and then 
I'll be back," Baptiste stated. "I've got to get the 
fucking chopper back this evening and then I'll drive 
over again tomorrow morning." 

Baptiste then left for his quarters and Ghankay 
followed him. He left the pictures strewn around on the 
floor so that Damon could enjoy them knowing that soon 
his friends and family would also be drooling over 
them. 

In their private quarters Baptiste asked what had 
happened to Damon over the past week. Ghankay said that 
he'd left him to rest and recover most of the time 
although he had fucked him once or twice. He assured 
Baptiste that nothing else had taken place and that the 
white whore now seemed to be fully recovered. 

"Good," grunted Batiste. "I'm in a vicious mood right 
now because dad has insisted that I return the chopper 
this evening. I'll have to do something about that 
bastard he's getting far too demanding these days." 

Ghankay grinned. 

"You should have dealt with your parents the same way 
as I did and then you'd be fully independent now" he 
said to his friend. 

As Baptiste, now naked, got ready to return to the main 
room he looked long and hard at Ghankay. 

"Well mum's dead now but maybe when we've finished with 
this white scum I'll bring dad over here. I'd love to 
see that old bastard swinging around from his scrawny 
fucking balls," he said with a cruel laugh. 

Then the two returned to where Damon was still kneeling 
on the floor amidst the many photographs of him in all 
sorts of degrading positions. 

"Can you get the fucker hanging up by his wrists and 
then get two sets of boxing gloves from the locker 
whilst I go and make sure all the staff are still up to 
scratch?" Baptiste asked. 

"Okay," Ghankay replied and Baptiste left the building. 

Ghankay made Damon follow him to where a cable with a 
pair of handcuffs hung from the ceiling. He lowered the 
cable almost to the floor and attached the handcuffs 
around Damon's wrists. Then he raised the cable and 
Damon was pulled to his feet by his wrists. When he was 
clear of the floor by a good foot with his arms taut 
above his head Ghankay stopped the cable. He then went 
to a locker against one of the walls and came back 
holding two pairs of red boxing gloves. He waited for 
Baptiste to return. Whilst he waited he spoke to Damon. 

"Tell me how a snivelling little fucking coward like 
you decided to become a soldier?" he asked. 

"I always wanted to be a soldier Sir Master," Damon 
replied in a low voice. 

"Are all white fucking soldiers as big a cowards as 
you?" Ghankay asked. 

"No Sir Master most of them are very brave," Damon 
answered. 

"Braver than black men would you say?" Ghankay asked. 

"No Sir Master no white man can be braver than a black 
man," Damon answered obediently. 

"Huh," snorted Ghankay "no fucker on earth would ever 
turn me into such a whimpering yellow fucking bastard 
as you are. I'd kill myself before I became such a 
fucking coward as you are" he said turning away from 
Damon in disgust. 

Just then Baptiste returned. He looked at Ghankay with 
a rather odd and pensive look on his face. 

"I see that you have got the white fucker ready then," 
he remarked. Then he added "you sure you did nothing 
but fuck the white whore whilst we were away?" 

Ghankay gave Baptiste a sharp glance. 

"Of course I'm fucking sure, why, what makes you ask?" 
Ghankay replied. 

"Nothing I'm just surprised that you only fucked him 
that's all," Baptiste said. 

"Now let's get the gloves on I feel like a bit of 
exercise," he said. 

They both put on the boxing gloves. Then Ghankay stood 
on side of Damon and Baptiste the other. Baptiste threw 
a short sharp punch that hit Damon in his guts and the 
white man gasped for breath as Ghankay landed a blow to 
his ribs. Then the two black men really laid into Damon 
as his body swung about like a punch bag. They used all 
their strength to punch him, mainly in his guts and his 
ribs. Then one particularly vicious punch from Baptiste 
right into his solar plexus caused Damon to vomit. A 
stream of vomit shot out of his mouth narrowly missing 
both men. 

"You dirty fucking bastard, you white fucking shit" 
snarled Ghankay as he punched him, one, two, one, two, 
one, two, in his guts "when you come down you'll lick 
that filthy mess up." 

"Let's get the cunt down right now," Baptiste said "and 
he can lick that mess up whilst its still fresh." 

They lowered the cable and released Damon from his 
handcuffs as the poor white man managed to mumble. 

"Thank you Sirs and Masters for giving me such a good 
punching," he mumbled as he broke down into a fit of 
coughing. 

"On your knees your dirty white pig and lick that 
fucking mess up right now," snarled Ghankay kneeing 
young Damon in his balls. 

Damon bent double and started retching as he sank to 
his knees. Then he managed to place his hands on the 
ground and started to lick up his own vomit. How he 
managed to swallow it he would never know. The taste 
was terrible and it kept wanting to come back up again. 
His fear of Baptiste and Ghankay was so great that he 
forced himself to keep the vomit down. Whilst he was 
cleaning the floor with his tongue Baptiste said that 
he wanted to see the cunt swinging some more. 

"This time we haul him up by his cock and ball rings. 
Then we see just how fast and wide we can swing him," 
Baptiste announced. 

Once the floor was spotless they lowered another cable 
which had two large metal hooks attached to it. Ghankay 
placed one hook through the ring that was through 
Damon's cock and the second hook through the guiche 
ring and then they started the cable back towards the 
ceiling. 

As the rings took the strain Damon began to ascend butt 
first with his head arms and legs dangling down towards 
the floor. The way the rings were situated Damon's cock 
was being pulled upwards between his legs and the poor 
white man was screaming from the intense pain. As soon 
as his body and limbs were clear of the floor Baptiste 
stopped the cable from rising. Then the two black men 
started to push Damon's body around in a circle. 

Soon his body was spinning around like some of the 
rides at a fun fair. As the movement speeded up Damon's 
body appeared to be in flight. The white man was 
screaming his head off and piss was spraying everywhere 
as his bladder, unable to withstand the pain, let it's 
contents flow. Ghankay and Baptiste both thought this a 
huge joke as they kept the white man's body spinning. 
Damon was sure that his cock was being torn from his 
body because of the severe pain he was suffering. 

"I'm so fucking horny now that I'm ready to fuck the 
bastard," laughed Baptiste as he continued to push 
Damon's body around. 

"So am I brother, I really do need a good fuck," 
Ghankay said. "What say we give the white fucker a real 
pleasant time by fucking his cunt together." 

"Right on Ghankay that's just what we'll do," agreed 
Baptiste as he stopped shoving Damon's body around. 

Not waiting for the spinning body to stop they lowered 
the cable and Damon's body crashed into the floor. He 
was dazed for a moment as Ghankay unhooked the cable 
from the rings. Then the white soldier remembered his 
duty. 

"Thank you Sirs and Masters for spinning me around," he 
said. 

His cock was one huge area of pain and the flesh 
between his butt and balls was not much better. The 
hole through which the guiche ring had been inserted 
was now well stretched. 

"Get over to the cradle and lay in it. Put your fucking 
legs into the stirrups that are on the chains and then 
wait for us" Baptiste snapped. 

Damon scrambled in an ungainly gait across the room to 
the cradle as fast as he could. He looked rather like a 
crab as he scuttled across the floor. He heaved himself 
onto the cradle and lay back putting his feet up into 
the air and finding the stirrups on the chains. He 
placed a foot in each stirrup and waited for his 
masters to join him. 

The two black men joined Damon and Ghankay secured the 
white man's feet in the stirrups with manacles. 

"You first Ghankay and then I'll force my cock in," 
Baptiste grunted. 

Ghankay stood at the back of Damon and placed his nine 
inch long cock against the soldier's rather loose shit 
hole. He thrust forward with his pelvis and entered the 
hot hole easily as Damon groaned with pleasure and his 
cock started to stiffen. 

"This bastard needs to be castrated soon" Ghankay said 
"that will cure him of getting these fucking hard cocks 
when we fuck him." 

As he said that he thrust all nine inches of cock deep 
into Damon's bowels. Baptiste positioned himself so 
that he was able to hold his fourteen inch long cock 
against the rim of Damon's shit hole and the side of 
Ghankay's cock. Then he too started to push forward and 
slowly his beer can thick cock forced itself into 
Damon's body. Even the looseness of Damon's ring was 
now being stretched by the thickness of the two cocks 
entering his body. 

Damon was half groaning with pleasure and half with 
pain as his cock throbbed with pleasure at having these 
two massive nigger cocks forced into his cunt. Baptiste 
kept pushing forward and slowly his cock disappeared 
into the white soldier's body. 

"No only will we castrate the bastard we'll cut his 
fucking cock off at the same time" Baptiste announced 
as he thrust ever deeper into the groaning white man's 
hole. 

"Shit brother it feels real good having your cock right 
against mine in this fucker's hot cunt," Ghankay 
panted. 

"Let's start fucking the white slut now," Baptiste 
said. 

The two men started to pull their cocks out of the 
white man's bowels and then they thrust back in again, 
out again and then back in, out and in, out and in. 
Each thrust in now saw the full fourteen inches of 
Baptiste's nigger cock disappear into Damon's cunt 
together with the nine inches of Ghankay's black 
manhood. The two black men were enjoying the feel of 
each others cocks rubbing against each other as they 
fucked harder and faster in and out of the white 
soldier's hole. 

Damon was also enjoying himself immensely as he felt 
his two black masters giving him the sort of rough 
fucking that he had come to enjoy. He loved the big 
nigger cocks fucking in and out of his white body. He 
loved the feeling of helplessness as he lay being raped 
by the two big black men. Damon wished that this could 
continue for ever. 

If only it could he'd eat all the shit that they wanted 
him to, he'd drink all the piss that they offered him, 
he'd do anything at all in order to keep these nigger 
cocks fucking the shit out of him. With these erotic 
thoughts passing through his brain Damon suddenly shot 
his load. His ring tightened like a vice around the two 
black cocks as he shot his cum high in the air. It 
splattered back down all over his upper body and his 
face. 

Baptiste and Ghankay, still fucking the man as hard as 
he could, was not amused at all. 

"That's it," Baptiste snarled as he fucked in and out 
"when I come back tomorrow the slut loses his cock and 
balls." 

Ghankay hearing Baptiste say that fucked even harder in 
and out. He was filled with sexual excitement at the 
idea of the white whore losing both his cock and balls. 
The two men kept fucking Damon together, harder and 
harder, faster and faster, until Ghankay gave a loud 
gasp. 

"I'm cumming brother, I'm fucking cumming," he panted 
shooting his huge load of cum into Damon's bowels. 

The feel of his friend's hot cream on his own cock sent 
Baptiste's balls tightening. The black man fucked his 
fourteen inch long cock in and out of Damon's cunt 
dragging Ghankay's cock with him as he did so. Ghankay, 
his balls now empty, was groaning with pleasure as 
Baptiste's beer can thick cock forced his own to move 
with it. 

Then Baptiste started to pant although, true to form, 
he did not speak. He thrust in even harder and faster 
as he started to shoot his load. Ghankay almost swooned 
with delight as he felt his friend's thick cream 
enveloping his own nine inch long cock. Damon was 
groaning with sexual delight as he felt his bowels fill 
with nigger cum. 

"More, more, more, give me more," he was mouthing as 
Baptiste unloaded his full load. 

Then, his balls completely empty, Baptiste pulled his 
cock out of Damon's wide open cunt and Ghankay's came 
out with it. Not wasting a moment Ghankay strode around 
to where Damon's head lay over the edge of the cradle. 

"Lick my cock clean whore, get your mouth round my cock 
and clean it you white fucking slut" he snarled 
presenting his cum covered cock to Damon's mouth. 

The white soldier dutifully obeyed his master and 
starting to lick all the cum off the black weapon 
presented to him. To say that the white soldier was 
reluctant to do this would be stating the biggest 
fucking lie imaginable. Damon eagerly licked the nigger 
cum off Ghankay's cock enjoying every drop that he got. 
Then he opened his mouth and closed it around the black 
man's now very sensitive cock head. Ghankay groaned 
with pleasure as he felt Damon's tongue licking around 
his cock at the same time as the white soldier was 
sucking it. He could only stand the deliciously sexual 
sensation for a very short time and then pulled his 
clean cock from Damon's mouth. 

Damon now spoke as his mouth was no longer full. 

"Thank you Sir Masters for allowing me to give you so 
much pleasure," he said. 

Baptiste had been watching his friend and Damon with a 
strange look of contempt in his eyes. As Ghankay joined 
him he did not speak but sat down on a nearby chair. 

"Brother that was real good and I sure needed a good 
fuck," Ghankay said as he pulled up a chair and sat 
down next to Baptiste. 

"I'm going to have to piss off very soon and get the 
chopper back to dad," Baptiste said gloomily. "I've had 
second thoughts about removing the white sluts cock and 
balls. I think we'll have much more fun if he keeps 
them for a while longer." 

"Fuck it," Ghankay replied. "I was looking forward to 
the whore losing his fucking jewels." 

"Don't worry brother that will take place in the near 
future but not just yet I think. Let's keep that 
pleasure until we are ready to snuff the slut. I 
wouldn't mind fucking the hole where his cock should be 
when the time comes," Baptiste remarked. 

As the black man said that his cock started to harden. 
His imagination was working hard and his fuck pole was 
reacting to it. 

Damon had, in fact, really pissed Baptiste off when he 
had shot his load whilst being fucked. The idea that 
the white slut was having a good time annoyed the black 
man immensely. 

"See the slut's nipples have not had much attention. 
Let's put that right shall we?" he said to Ghankay. 

"What have you in mind brother?" Ghankay asked with a 
big grin. 

"We each tie a cord to one of his nipple rings and then 
we have a contest to see who can pull him towards them 
the fastest," Baptiste said. 

"Right on brother but let's make it that the winner is 
the best of three pulls," Ghankay said. 

They released Damon from the cradle and made him stand 
up. Then they each tied a cord to one of his nipple 
rings. Baptiste had taken the left nipple and Ghankay 
the right. They now stood either side of Damon as far 
away from him as the cord would permit when fully 
stretched. 

"On the count of three start pulling," Baptiste said to 
Ghankay. Then he looked at Damon, "count to three you 
fucking slut," he ordered. 

Damon could see what was going to happen once he 
reached 'three' but there was fuck all he could do 
about it. In a shaking and trembling voice he started 
to count. 

"One... two... three," he said drawing the count out as 
long as he could. 

Then both men started to tug on their respective cords 
and both Damon's nipples were stretched as far as they 
could possibly stretch. The holes through which the 
rings passed were no longer round but the stretching 
had forced them to become elongated. Damon was 
screeching from the pain as the two men pulled against 
each other as hard as they could. The muscles on the 
blacks arms stood out like whipcords and sweat poured 
from their faces. Then Ghankay lost his footing and 
Damon and he were pulled into Baptiste. 

"First round to me," crowed Baptiste as Ghankay stood 
up. 

"Shit the floor was slippery, next time I'll fucking 
have you," snapped Ghankay annoyed that he had lost the 
first round. 

Damon stood with the cords hanging from his nipples and 
sweat and tears covered his face. He watched trembling 
as the men picked up the ends of the cords and then 
took the strain so that no slack was left. 

"Start counting you fucking white coward and try to 
make the count fucking snappy this time," Ghankay 
snarled still smarting from having lost. 

Damon gulped as he tried to pluck up the courage to 
count. This time he knew what to expect and it was 
frightening the shit out of him. 

"One, two, three," he counted quickly as if doing that 
would ease the pain he was about to feel. 

Again the two men started to tug and they tugged as 
hard as they could. Then Baptiste, keen to see the 
contest go three rounds, pretended to lose his grip and 
let the cord slip through his hands. Damon was 
screeching with pain as he was pulled completely off 
his feet as the pressure on his left nipple was 
removed. Ghankay almost fell over as the cord and Damon 
came tumbling towards him. 

"That rounds mine," Ghankay announced his good humour 
immediately restored. 

"Final round coming up," said Baptiste, "let's see if 
we can rip the rings from his fucking nipples." 

"Start counting white pig," snapped Ghankay as the two 
Africans took the strain of the cords for the third 
time. 

"One... two... three," called out Damon his voice 
showing the pain that he was in. 

The two black men started to pull for the third time. 
Ghankay had dug his heels in and was leaning back as 
far as he could as he pulled with all his strength on 
the cord. Baptiste's arm muscles were standing out as 
he too pulled with all his strength. A muscle in his 
cheek made it appear as if his face was twitching. 

Damon was shrieking with pain as his nipples now looked 
like thin strips of string they were stretched so much 
between the two black men. Then Baptiste almost fell 
face down as his cord fell down towards the ground no 
longer being attached to Damon's nipple. Both Damon, 
screaming with pain, and Ghankay slid backwards but 
remained standing. 

"I win, I win," crowed Ghankay, "brother I've just won 
that battle of strength." 

"Well have you?" laughed Baptiste. "See my cord is 
still attached to the nipple ring. I've ripped it from 
the slut's nipple." 

Ghankay saw that his friend was correct and then they 
both went to examine Damon. The young soldier was still 
standing but making low mewing noises from the pain. 
Blood was pouring down the left side of his chest 
whilst his right nipple hung down like a piece of thin 
string and the nipple ring was still through it and 
attached to the cord. Ghankay wiped the blood away from 
Damon's left nipple and now he and Baptiste could see 
that the nipple ring had ripped the nipple to bits as 
Baptiste had pulled it from it's anchorage. 

"Stop that fucking whining noise," Baptiste snarled at 
Damon, "or I swear I'll let Koffa loose on your 
tongue." 

"Yes Sir Master," Damon said sniffing hard to stifle 
his mewing. "Thank you Sir Masters for using me as a 
tug of war." 

"Honours even I suggest," said Ghankay, "you ripped the 
ring from his nipple whilst I won the tug of war." 

"Fine," brother Baptiste agreed and they high handed 
each other. 

"Now I've got to fuck off very soon. If I have a piss 
can you fix this slut up for the night. I leave it to 
you to decide what to do but just make sure he doesn't 
sleep too well, the cunt's had much too easy a time 
recently," Baptiste said. 

"On your knees slut and come over here and take my cock 
in your mouth. No fucking sucking I'm going to have a 
piss" Baptiste ordered. 

Damon got down on his hands and knees and crawled over 
to Baptiste as blood dripped from his ripped nipple. In 
front of the black man he knelt upright as if in 
prayer. Then he opened his mouth and closed it around 
the big thick nigger cock. It was all he could do to 
get that beer can thick fuck pole into his mouth. He 
felt the piss travelling up the shaft of the cock and 
next moment it was jetting into his mouth and throat. 
He swallowed as hard as he could desperate not to allow 
any to spill. 

He knew his black master would not approve of that. He 
could taste the strong flavour of Baptiste's piss as it 
flowed in an endless stream down his throat. He liked 
the taste; it was so much better than the piss that he 
had to swallow from the black staff in the urinal. 
Baptiste sent his strong yellow flow of piss into 
Damon's mouth for a good three minutes before his 
bladder was empty. Then he pulled his cock from Damon's 
mouth. 

"Fucking shit that feels a lot better," he said to 
Ghankay. "Well I'll be off now and I'll see you in the 
morning," he said. 

Before Ghankay left Damon quickly said, "Thank you Sir 
Master for allowing me to drink your piss." 

Baptiste left the room and went to his quarters to get 
dressed leaving Ghankay and Damon alone. 

"Just watching Baptiste have a piss has made me want 
one too" Ghankay said, "come on you cowardly white slut 
and do one of the few things you are fit for." 

Damon crawled across to his master, knelt in front of 
him and took his cock into his mouth. As his lips 
closed around the nigger cock Ghankay started to piss. 
He sent his stream of hot nigger urine straight down 
the white soldier's throat and, once again, Damon was 
kept busy swallowing it as fast as he could. The yellow 
torrent seemed never ending as Damon swallowed all that 
came. Once again he was feeling happier as both masters 
had given him their piss. 

The poor crazy white soldier was beginning to idolize 
Baptiste and Ghankay. The more they hurt him, the more 
they humiliated him, the more he worshipped at their 
feet. 

Having finished pissing down Damon's throat Ghankay 
removed his cock from the white man's mouth. 

"Thank you Sir Master for allowing me to drink your 
piss" Damon said looking up at Ghankay with shining 
eyes. 

"You fucking enjoy drinking nigger piss don't you 
slut?" Ghankay asked. 

"I enjoy drinking my Sir Masters piss very much indeed 
Sir Master" Damon replied. Then he went on. "May I ask 
you a question Sir master?" 

Ghankay looked surprised as it was very rarely that the 
white soldier trash strayed from his script. 

"What's the fucking question whore?" Ghankay asked. 

"Are you going to give me a meal today Sir Master?" 
Damon asked. 

"Never fucking mention that ever again you stupid white 
cunt" hissed Ghankay "and no I'm not giving you a meal 
today." 

He heard the chopper engine start up and knew that 
Baptiste was on his way home. 

"I'd fucking love to, I really need a shit badly, but 
I'm afraid that part of our fun is over. Now shut your 
fucking mouth low life whilst I fix you up for the 
night" Ghankay said. 

Damon, on hearing that he was not going to be fed any 
more shit from his master, felt rather sad about that. 

Ghankay was now in a rather sour mood as he dwelt on 
the injustice of the world. He would dearly have loved 
to have fed the white slut but his friends would soon 
be arriving by car. He made Damon lay on the floor. 
Then he fixed a very tight metal band around the base 
of Damon's scrotum as he did not want to use the cock 
rings or guiche ring. The metal band had a metal ring 
on one side. Next he lowered a cable that had a metal 
hook attached to it. He inserted the hook into the 
metal ring and then started to raise the cable. Damon 
began to cry out in pain as his bollocks took the full 
weight of his body. Ghankay kept the cable rising until 
all Damon's limbs were well clear of the floor and then 
he stopped the motor. 

"I'll see you in the morning together with my three 
friends" Ghankay said. 

He switched out the lights, made sure that the main 
door was locked and then went to his private quarters. 
It was late in the night when Koffa and Gyude arrived 
as they had been delayed at the start of the journey. 
They went into the main room to see how well Damon was 
resting accompanied by Ghankay. As they switched on the 
lights they could hear the white soldier moaning and 
crying from the pain. Koffa gave Damon's body a shove 
with his hand which sent the white man swinging 
backwards and forwards by his bollocks. 

"Well he seems comfortable enough" Koffa said. 

"Look the dirty bastard has pissed on the floor" Gyude 
remarked. 

"If that's still wet in the morning he can lick it up" 
Ghankay said. 

Then they turned and left the room but not before Gyude 
had sent Damon swinging wildly backwards and forwards 
by his bollocks again. 

And so life returned to normal for Damon and he had all 
night to ponder on the next days events. His bollocks 
felt as if they were being torn out by their roots as 
he swung gently backwards and forwards. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Morning arrived and Damon still hung from his bollocks. 
He'd been in terrible pain throughout the night and had 
got very little sleep. Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude came 
strolling out to see how the white soldier was doing. 

"Morning slut, ready for another good days sport?" 
Ghankay asked in a friendly manner. 

"Yes Sir Master I am," quavered Damon hardly able to 
speak because of the pain that he was in. 

"Shit look at them bollocks, his balls look as big as 
fucking footballs," Koffa said with a grin as he gave 
Damon a friendly shove to get him swinging. 

This sudden movement sent fresh shards of pain through 
the poor soldier's body and he moaned aloud as he 
started to swing from his bollocks. 

"They're certainly stretching nicely," Gyude remarked 
as Damon's scrotum seemed to be twice as long as it was 
before." 

"We'll get the fucker down now and then he can get 
cleaned up and I'll have him fed," Ghankay said pushing 
Damon hard so that he continued to swing wildly from 
his balls. 

Gyude pressed the button to lower the cable and Damon 
was brought down to the floor. Koffa unhooked him and 
the cable was sent back upwards whilst the black man 
took the cock band off the moaning white man. 

"Piss off to the bathroom and get cleaned up and then 
wait here for the guard to bring you some food" Ghankay 
ordered. 

Damon was about to crawl painfully to the bathroom when 
Gyude stopped him. 

"I need a piss white slut. Do your fucking duty," he 
snapped at Damon. 

The white man knelt in front of Gyude and opened his 
mouth and closed it around the nigger cock. Then Gyude 
sent his hot strong urine streaming down the white 
soldiers throat as Damon swallowed hard to keep up with 
the flow. After two minutes Gyude's bladder was empty 
and he withdrew his cock from the man's mouth. 

"That you Sir for letting me drink your piss," Damon 
said dutifully. 

"On your way now and get fucking cleaned up" Gyude said 
self importantly as he gave the white soldier a kick in 
the chest to encourage him to get moving. 

Damon got back down on hands and knees and crawled off 
to the bathroom whilst the three friends returned to 
their quarters. Baptiste had called them earlier to say 
that he was already on his way and would be arriving 
there in the next hour or so and they should wait for 
him before starting their day's fun with Damon. 

One of the guards brought Damon his food which he ate 
as best he could by using his mouth just like some 
animal would. He was very hungry but even had he not 
been he would have ate all the food put in front of 
him. He knew that his owners would be very annoyed if 
he wasted any of the food. 

It was late morning before Baptiste returned and he 
went straight to their private quarters where he got 
undressed ready for action. 

"Before we go out there I've a bit of private business 
to deal with here," Baptiste announced as his three 
friends looked at him in surprise. 

"I am afraid that Ghankay has lied to me about the 
things that happened during our week's absence. Far 
from just occasionally fucking the white bastard he had 
prolonged sex and scat sessions with him. Not only that 
but he made the white slut available to all the staff 
as a communal shit house and also allowed them to fuck 
the prisoner and masturbate over him." 

"Well what's wrong with that Baptiste?" Koffa asked. 
"You know that Ghankay is into scat and will play with 
prisoners in that way as long as we are not around." 

"Ghankay lied to me when I asked what he'd been up to. 
I understand that his sex sessions with Damon became 
more like lovers than master and slave," Baptiste said. 

"Balls" replied Ghankay hotly, "yeah I lied to you 
because I know how much you hate scat and I didn't want 
to upset your delicate stomach" he said scathingly. "As 
for being lovers, you must be out of your fucking tiny 
mind. God knows what's got into you these days Baptiste 
but you are beginning to piss me off." 

Koffa and Gyude looked very worried as they heard this 
exchange between their two friends. They knew that both 
of them were very strong willed but had always accepted 
that Baptiste was their leader and that his word was 
law. 

"I say that you must be punished for lying to me," 
Baptiste said in an even voice. "I say that you must 
submit to my leadership of this group and accept any 
punishment that I decree." 

"Bollocks" replied Ghankay, "who the fuck says that 
you're the leader, we all have equal say. Don't fucking 
forget that we all chipped in to buy this bastard from 
the Asians. If I want to have a scat session with the 
cunt whilst you're not here I will and I won't fucking 
tell you about it either" the black man stated. 

Baptiste knew that he could not possibly let this 
matter rest now. If he did he would be literally 
resigning from his position as leader of the group. 

"Koffa, Gyude I say that Ghankay must be punished. Not 
just for lying and deceiving me but for the things that 
he's said to the white man" Baptiste stated. 

Then not waiting for a response from his two friends he 
played his trump card. 

"Ghankay told the white whore that he wanted to take 
him away from here and keep him just for himself. He 
sucked the white bastard off and swallowed the cunt's 
sperm and kissed him as if they were lovers." 

Then Baptiste pointed his finger at Ghankay. 

"Deny that if you dare, I've got the complete tape of 
what occurred including clear sound. You think I'd 
leave you here without having my own means of knowing 
what you were up to" he sneered. "Well you knew nothing 
about the back up system that I have for the CCTV." 

Ghankay looked dumbfounded as he heard what Baptiste 
was saying. He knew from the details that Baptiste had 
revealed that the man must be telling the truth. 

"Now Koffa and Gyude do you agree that we must punish 
Ghankay or not?" Baptiste asked. 

The two friends conferred and then Koffa spoke. 

"Yes Baptiste, if what you say about him wanting to 
take the white whore away with him is true then he must 
certainly be punished for that." 

Baptiste turned to Ghankay. 

"Ghankay we have been true friends for a very long 
time. I'm going to give you a choice now. You can 
decline to accept our punishment and leave us here and 
now. You will cease to be a member of a group then. On 
the other hand you can agree to accept our judgment 
and, once you've been punished, the matter will be 
forgotten. One last thing my friend, you must agree 
that I remain as leader." 

Ghankay looked at his three friends. Koffa and Gyude 
looked truly miserable but Baptiste had a triumphant 
glint in his eyes. Ghankay knew deep down that if he 
was to decide to walk out Baptiste would have him 
killed before he got very far. Either that or a fatal 
accident would occur before he got back to Monrovia. 
Baptiste could not risk Ghankay going to his father and 
revealing all the things that he'd been up to. 

"I've been a fool Baptiste" Ghankay said in a low 
voice. "Of course I accept that you are our leader, you 
always have been. I also accept whatever punishment you 
decree. All I can say is that I had no real intentions 
of spiriting the white whore away. For fuck sake 
brother I hate all fucking whites, I can't bear those 
overbearing bastards." 

"Good," Baptiste replied. "Now Koffa and Gyude will you 
agree that I decide what punishment Ghankay should 
receive?" 

The two men both agreed to that. Baptiste had spent 
several hours thinking about the best way to punish and 
humiliate Ghankay. He wanted to destroy any chances 
that the man had of ever usurping his power. 

"Well Ghankay I'm as horny as hell and I know that 
Koffa and Gyude are two. Neither of them have had a 
decent fuck for a week now" Baptiste said. 

Koffa and Gyude nodded their agreement. 

"Your punishment will be simple and it will involve the 
white slut as well to whom you seemed to form such a 
close attachment in our absence." 

As Baptiste said that he smiled a thin smile. 

"We will use the double headed dildo for this 
punishment, the thirty inch long one I mean. You and 
the white soldier will be joined together by that dildo 
and then Koffa, Gyude and myself will take turns at 
fucking the white slut whilst he's got the dildo up his 
cunt" Baptiste announced. 

"Shit Baptiste you know that I'm a top man and I don't 
want fuck all up my shit hole, can't you think of 
something else," Ghankay protested. 

"Oh I hadn't quite finished Ghankay" Baptiste said in a 
silky voice. "Not only will we double fuck the white 
slut but I for one will double fuck you and Koffa and 
Gyude can also have a go if they wish." 

With a face like thunder Ghankay clenched his not 
inconsiderable sized fists. 

"Like fuck you will I'm not going to have you doing 
that," he snapped, "I'm not going to be fucked by you 
Baptiste and I'm certainly not going to be fucked by 
the other two jerks." 

"Well it's like this Ghankay if you do not agree to the 
punishment then I'm afraid that we will have to expel 
you from the group. Don't you both agree boys?" he said 
appealing to Koffa and Gyude. 

Both of them were annoyed by the disparaging way that 
Ghankay had referred to them. 

"Yes we agree Baptiste," they said in unison. 

"And Ghankay reflect on this. If you are expelled from 
this group it is a long way back to Monrovia and all 
sorts of nasty things can happen on the way," Baptiste 
warned in his chillingly menacing voice. 

Ghankay shivered at Baptiste's words. He realised that 
he had lost. He would have to submit to Baptiste and he 
knew that his power over Koffa and Gyude had most 
certainly gone down the drain. 

"You're a real bastard Baptiste" Ghankay said in a very 
low voice, "but I accept your fucking punishment as I 
want to remain a member of this group." 

"Well once it's over and done with we will all be 
brothers and friends again" Baptiste replied 
soothingly. 

"Oh one other thing, I almost forgot to mention this, 
the punishment will take place in front of all off duty 
staff. You can't object to that as I understand that 
you laid on entertainment for them whilst we were away" 
Baptiste said with a cold smile. 

Ghankay was about to protest angrily at this additional 
humiliation but somehow he knew that it was just what 
Baptiste wanted him to do. He wasn't going to give him 
that satisfaction. 

"I accept your punishment so let's fucking get on with 
it shall we," Ghankay said. 

Baptiste instructed Koffa to round up all the off duty 
staff and assemble them in the main room so that they 
could have a grandstand view of the proceedings. He 
asked Gyude to get the thirty inch long double cock 
head dildo from the cupboard and plenty of lubrication. 

"The white whore won't need the lub but I guess our 
brother Ghankay will want plenty of it," Baptiste said 
with a harsh laugh. 

Ghankay pursed his lips and said nothing. 

They assembled in the main room. Baptiste ordered 
Damon, who had no idea of what was happening, to lay 
over the bench with his feet spread out and resting on 
the floor. He lay with his chest and belly over the 
surface of the bench and his buttocks sticking out over 
the edge. Then to Damon's amazement he heard Baptiste 
order Ghankay to lay on top of his back with his legs 
either side of the white slut's thighs. As they were 
getting into position the main room was filling with 
excited off duty staff. 

Both Damon's white butt and Ghankay's black one was now 
sticking out over the edge of the bench with Ghankay's 
on top of Damon's. Damon could feel the black man's 
cock and balls pressing into his back and noticed that 
his black master's cock was soft. He was still not sure 
what was happening and did not understand why 
spectators had been assembled. 

Then Baptiste took the thirty inch long dildo which was 
two inches thick and pressed one of the cock heads into 
Damon's loose white cunt. It went in very easily and 
within minutes Baptiste had forced twelve inches of the 
dildo up Damon's arse. The white soldier's cock was 
already throbbing with excitement although Baptiste's 
was still soft on top of him. 

Now Baptiste lubricated the cock head on the other end 
of the dildo and then he rubbed some of the lubrication 
into Ghankay's virgin hole. He then started to force 
the cock head into Ghankay's tight shit hole. 

"Come on brother relax that hole, you know what I mean, 
try to shit and don't," Baptiste mocked his friend. 

Ghankay did try to relax his hole and gave a loud grunt 
of pain as he felt the cock head entering his hole. He 
felt it being pushed up his intestines and they started 
to stretch quite painfully. But Ghankay was brave and 
nothing on earth would have made him cry out or scream 
in front of the staff and his black friends. He gritted 
his teeth and bore the discomfort as Baptiste forced 
about seven inches of the dildo up his shit hole. 

"Now I've joined the white and black lovers together," 
Baptiste announced and the staff began to clap and 
cheer. 

"I'm so fucking horny I've just got to start fucking," 
Baptiste said. "I'm going to take the white slut for a 
start as I know I can get my cock up him, which of you 
wants to try with Ghankay?" he asked. 

Amazingly it was the least likely of the trio who 
volunteered for that honour. Gyude said that he would 
love to fuck Ghankay so Baptiste told him to get 
astride his black friend first. Gyude's eight inch long 
cock was throbbing with excitement as he mounted his 
friend. He forced his cock head against the shaft of 
the dildo and Ghankay's ring and then he started to 
push. Ghankay gave a low moan as he felt his hole 
stretching to breaking point as Gyude's cock slipped 
into his body. Gyude pushed harder and harder and 
managed to get three inches of his cock into his 
friend's bowels. 

"Oh Ghankay I've dreamt of fucking you so often," Gyude 
whispered, "and your hole is so tight and so lovely and 
hot, it's just what I've always thought it would be 
like" the black man whispered to his friend. 

"Bastard," spat Ghankay as he felt Gyude pushing deeper 
but despite his single word Ghankay's cock was 
beginning to stiffen. 

Then he heard a grunting as Baptiste mounted Damon. The 
black man forced his thick black cock into Damon's 
hole. Now that it was filled with the shaft of a dildo 
together with Baptiste's monster weapon, Damon's ring 
was real tight and Baptiste sighed with pleasure as he 
drove deep into the white body. He lay with his head 
and chest over Gyude's buttocks and back as his black 
brother fucked ever deeper into Ghankay's body. 

Now Baptiste and Gyude were driving into together and 
each thrust of their cock into Damon's and Ghankay's 
bodies also drove the dildo in deeper. Ghankay's cock 
was now rock hard and thrusting into Damon's back as 
his friend Gyude fucked the shit out of him. 

Then Koffa tapped Gyude on the shoulder. 

"Come on brother let me have a bit of the action," he 
said. 

Reluctantly Gyude pulled out of Ghankay's tight hole 
and dismounted. Koffa got astride his black brother and 
pushed his big cock against the side of the dildo and 
Ghankay's ring. After a few short thrusts his cock 
entered Ghankay who let out a long low groan of 
pleasure. 

"Hey brother you like my cock up your shit hole do 
you," Koffa whispered in Ghankay's ear as he lay over 
him forcing his ten inch of nigger fuck stick ever 
deeper into Ghankay's bowels. 

"Fuck me Koffa, just fuck me as hard as you can," 
Ghankay groaned enjoying the feeling of that black cock 
up his shit hole. 

Within ten minutes Koffa had rammed all ten inches of 
his cock into Ghankay's hole. As he fucked him as hard 
as he could Ghankay was thrusting his buttocks in and 
out keeping time with the cock that was fucking him. 
Baptiste was still fucking Damon as hard as he could 
but he really wanted to get his thick cock up Ghankay's 
hole. After Koffa had been fucking his friend for 
twenty minutes Baptiste decided it was time for a 
change. 

"Let's swop round Koffa I fancy a bit of that nigger 
fucking arse," Baptiste said giving Koffa a friendly 
pat on his behind. 

Koffa was quite happy to change; he loved fucking the 
white man as it gave him a very superior feeling. Damon 
felt his master's cock leaving him and wished that 
Baptiste would have continued to fuck away at his white 
cunt. Then he felt Koffa's nigger cock travelling up 
his hole and he was happy again. Damon was truly in 
love with big black cocks. 

Baptiste's thick cock was having trouble getting into 
Ghankay's tight hole. He kept pressing down but the 
ring just would not stretch sufficiently for his cock 
to enter. Then he made one really hard push and Ghankay 
gave a little cry of pain and pleasure as, at last, his 
ring stretched enough to accept Baptiste's thick cock. 
Now the black man kept pushing down forcing inch after 
inch of his cock into his friend's guts. He pulled out 
slightly and thrust back in, pulled out again, and 
thrust in once more. Now he'd managed to get eleven 
inches of nigger man power into his friend's bowels. 

Ghankay was groaning with pleasure as he felt his 
leader's thick cock thrusting in and out of his bowels. 
He just had not realised how good it felt to have such 
a big thick cock fucking him. 

"You love being fucked don't you brother," Baptiste 
whispered. 

"Yeah man fuck me harder if you can," Ghankay replied 
in a thick lust filled voice. 

Baptiste pulled out and thrust back in, out again and 
back in, out again and back in and now his balls were 
pressing into Ghankay's buttocks. The black man had 
taken all fourteen inches of Baptiste's cock together 
with fifteen inches of dildo and he loved it. 

"You would love to be my black bitch wouldn't you 
faggot," Baptiste whispered as he fucked in and out of 
Ghankay's tight hole. 

Both men were enjoying the fuck immensely; Baptiste 
because Ghankay's virgin hole was so tight and hot and 
Ghankay because he loved the long thick cock that was 
sending such erotic thrills through his body. 

"Fuck me Baptiste, just fuck me brother," Ghankay 
replied. 

"I want to hear you say it bitch. I want to hear you 
say that you're my black bitch now," Baptiste whispered 
confident in the power of his cock. 

"Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," moaned Ghankay 
wanting more and more of Baptiste's cock. 

"If you don't say it I'll get off you right now and let 
Gyude take my place. I'll never fuck you again Ghankay 
unless you admit that you want to be my black bitch," 
Baptiste said as he started to pull his cock out of 
Ghankay's hot hole. 

Ghankay was alarmed at the thought that he was going to 
lose the big black pole. 

"I'm your black bitch Baptiste, I'm your whore, your 
slut your bitch and I want you to fuck me whenever you 
feel like it," Ghankay said. 

"Yeah that's my woman," Baptiste said contentedly as he 
thrust his cock back into Ghankay's hole. "You're mine 
now bitch, all mine. When we've finished for the day 
you will wait by my bed and beg me to fuck you before 
we go to sleep" he whispered as he fucked away at the 
black body that was now his. 

Just then Koffa started to grunt and growl as he shot 
his load into Damon's guts. He pumped away for another 
five minutes filling the white man with his black seed. 
He pulled his cock out and dismounted and Gyude 
immediately took his place. He thrust his black cock 
all the way up Damon's white hole and started to fuck 
away as hard as he could. 

Damon was groaning with pleasure as he felt Ghankay's 
hard cock pressing into his back, knew that he was 
joined to his master by the dildo and had Gyude's 
nigger cock fucking the shit out of him whilst his two 
masters were at it on top of him. 

When Koffa had shot his load the staff had all 
applauded. Some of them were openly masturbating and 
Baptiste called them over. 

"Don't shoot your loads yet men," he said, "wait until 
Gyude and myself have unloaded and dismounted and then 
cover these two lovers with all the cum you can 
produce. You might wash it off with your piss 
afterwards if you feel like pissing over them." 

"You're a bastard Baptiste," groaned Ghankay, "shit man 
fuck me harder." 

"Yeah bitch I'm a bastard all right but now you know 
just how much you love my cock. I can do anything I 
like to you bitch but you'll still come running when I 
beckon won't you bitch?" Baptiste said as he pumped 
away as hard as he could. 

"I'm your bitch Baptiste and I want you to fuck me 
every night," groaned Ghankay who appeared to be a real 
nigger faggot now. 

Gyude started to pant and grunt as he too shot his load 
into Damon's body. Then he dismounted and only Baptiste 
was left. He fucked away at Ghankay for another fifteen 
minutes and then he too shot his load. Baptiste who had 
never made a sound when he unloaded into Damon now 
started to groan. 

"I'm cumming bitch," he panted, "I'm going to fill your 
black nigger cunt with my cum" he groaned as he shot 
his load into Ghankay. 

"More, more, more, I want more of your cream Baptiste. 
I'm your bitch now and you've got to fill my black cunt 
with your seed," Ghankay groaned as he used his arse 
muscles to milk the black cock buried deep inside his 
bowels. 

Baptiste lasted another ten minutes on top of his 
friend Ghankay. He had enjoyed every minute of fucking 
his black brother and knew that, from now, he would 
rarely be sleeping alone. He'd have his black bitch in 
bed beside him that was for fucking sure. 

Then he withdrew his nigger fat cock and Ghankay felt 
empty and lonely. However he was still connected to 
Damon by the dildo which was now buried deep inside 
both of them. 

It says a lot for Baptiste's sense of justice that he 
did not attempt to ease up the punishment on his new 
bitch. He was not the sort of man who would allow 
personal relationships to get in the way of his duty. 

"Okay boys you can masturbate over these two lovers. 
Cover the bastards with your cum," he said. 

Virtually every member who was present now started to 
masturbate and were soon shooting their loads over 
Damon and Ghankay. It was noticeable that the majority 
did their best to shoot their cum onto Ghankay's body 
as he lay connected to Damon by the dildo. Then first 
one, then another, then three, four, five six a dozen 
members of the staff started to piss over the two men. 
Again Ghankay got the worst of the soaking although 
Damon got a fair amount. No sooner had one man finished 
showering the two with piss than another member of 
staff took his place. At least it washed every drop of 
the cum off Damon and Ghankay. 

Once all were finished Baptiste dismissed them back to 
their quarters and the white soldier and four black men 
were once again alone. 

"Okay Ghankay your punishment is over and all that's 
happened is now past history," Baptiste said to his 
friend. 

Koffa then pulled the dildo from Ghankay's shit hole 
and with it came quite a lot of Baptiste's cum. Koffa 
loved the taste of cum and quickly closed his mouth 
around the dildo cock head and started to suck the cum 
off it whilst the other end was buried in Damon's white 
cunt. 

Ghankay dismounted from the bench and went across to 
Baptiste. 

"Friends and brothers again," he said to Baptiste as he 
held his arms wide open. 

Baptiste then hugged Ghankay to him. 

"Yes friends and brothers again," he said holding 
Ghankay very tight. 

Koffa was busy sucking the dildo clean whilst Gyude was 
pulling the other end out of Damon's cunt. They were 
too busy to pay any attention to their two friends 
being only too pleased that their brothers seemed to be 
friends once again. 

"Don't forget Baptiste I'm now your bitch," Ghankay 
whispered in his friend's ear as he hugged him tightly. 

"I'll be using you tonight bitch when the others are 
asleep," Baptiste whispered back, "I show just what I 
expect of my bitch." 

They both glanced across to where Koffa and Gyude were 
and saw that their brothers were paying no attention to 
them. They pressed their big thick nigger lips together 
and had a very brief kiss. 

"Shit Baptiste I'm dying to have your cock up my hole I 
just can't wait for tonight," Ghankay said and then 
they parted. 

"Now brothers lets have some more fun with this white 
cunt," Baptiste said in a very brisk voice. "Gyude how 
about you suggesting what we do, it's time you gave us 
some ideas." 

"Well I'm fucked out right now," Gyude replied as he 
held the double headed dildo in his hand. "This white 
whore has been enjoying himself too much, he loves 
being fucked by us now." 

Gyude stood there thinking for a moment as Damon 
twisted his head around to look at the black men 
discussing what game they should play with him. Damon 
had remembered his duty. 

"Thank you Sirs Masters and thank you Sirs for allowing 
me to make you happy," the white soldier said. 

"Bit fucking late for that," grumbled Koffa taking the 
dildo from Gyude's hands and whacking Damon across his 
buttocks with them. 

"I think it's time the white slut lost his teeth," 
Gyude said. "How about we play at being dentists and 
save him from ever having toothache again?" 

"Well his teeth have got to go sooner or later," 
Baptiste said "so we might as well make it now." 

Then he looked across at Ghankay and winked. 

"Let's say this is the beginning of the white slut's 
demolition. Each day he loses a little more of his body 
until, in about a weeks time, we snuff him," Baptiste 
suggested. 

"I thought we were going to try and keep him much 
longer," Koffa grumbled. 

"His white fucking cunt is getting so loose now it's 
becoming quite useless" Baptiste said. "I prefer 
fucking really tight holes" he said looking at Ghankay 
and grinning. "Anyway," he went on, "the bastard is 
enjoying being fucked now and I don't want to make the 
white cunt happy." 

He paused for a moment then spoke again. 

"I know of others that I much prefer to pleasure than 
this white slut," he said. 

Ghankay grinned widely but said nothing. 

"Are we going to castrate the white bastard before we 
snuff him?" Gyude enquired. 

"He's not only going to lose his balls he's going to 
lose his fucking cock as well," Ghankay stated. 

"That will be the day before we snuff him, I want to 
try and fuck him where his cock used to be" Baptiste 
said as his big cock stiffened and started to throb 
with excitement. 

It was early evening now so the four friends decided 
that they would get on with the tooth pulling before 
retiring for the night. They made Damon lay on the 
operating table and the poor white soldier was shaking 
with fear. He had heard all the exchanges and now knew 
that his days were numbered and that those last few 
days would be terribly painful. He looked across at 
Ghankay whom had been his one hope of salvation. 

The black man looked back at him with no pity in his 
eyes at all. Baptiste and Ghankay were standing very 
close together and Damon saw Baptiste pat Ghankay's 
buttock and then run a finger along the crease of his 
arse as Ghankay smiled widely with pleasure. 

They then strapped him down securely and, once again, 
his head was kept still between the two metal plates. 
They now produced a device called a jaw breaker. When 
it was inserted into the mouth it was screwed open 
forcing the jaws to open wide. If it was opened too 
wide it would simply break the jaws of the mouth that 
it was in. 

Gyude was in charge of this operation and it was he who 
inserted the jaw breaker. He slowly twisted the screws 
each side of it and the metal jaws opened inside 
Damon's mouth. He kept turning the screws until tears 
were forced from the white soldier's eyes and it seemed 
as if his jaws would break. His mouth was so wide open 
now that the skin on the sides started to split and his 
two rows of lovely white teeth could be clearly seen 
and were readily accessible. Then Gyude stood back very 
pleased with his handiwork. 

Damon's eyes were bulging from the pain and tears were 
running down his cheeks. He was making a gurgling noise 
in his throat but could not actually speak. His tongue 
was moving up and down and Koffa looked longingly at 
it. 

"When do I get my hands on that?" he asked as he 
pointed towards Damon's mouth. 

His friends knew exactly what he meant and all of them 
started to laugh. 

"How about tomorrow?" Baptiste asked. "Shall we make it 
an ears and tongue day?" 

"Yeah let's," said Koffa eagerly as his cock now 
started to throb with excitement, "and then we can fuck 
the shit out of him and see how many cocks he can take 
down his throat as he won't have any teeth or a tongue 
to get in the way." 

The four men giggled and then Gyude went to a cupboard 
and came back carrying two pairs of dental pincers. 
They were made of stainless steel and shone brightly in 
the electric lights. Damon's whole body was shaking and 
trembling under the tight straps that held him down and 
his cock was most certainly no longer hard. 

"You take the first couple Gyude as this was your 
idea," Baptiste instructed. 

Gyude leant over Damon's head and the white soldier's 
eyes were moving backwards and forwards frantically but 
his head was held firmly between the two metal plates. 
Gyude placed the jaws of the dental pincers around one 
of Damon's bottom front teeth. Then he started to work 
it backwards and forwards and then twisted the pincers 
as he loosened the tooth. Sweat was pouring from 
Damon's body and his muscles were straining against the 
bonds. 

Gurgled noises of pain emerged from his throat but 
Gyude continued to work on the tooth. It took him a 
full two minutes to get it loose enough. Then with a 
final twist and tug he ripped the tooth out of Damon's 
mouth tearing some of the gum which came away with it 
at the same time. 

He immediately dropped the tooth on the floor and put 
the jaws of the dental pincers around the next tooth. 
Damon's gum was bleeding badly and the blood was 
flowing down his throat forcing him to swallow it. The 
second tooth came out more easily as the gum was 
weakened. A few twists and turns and then a sharp tug 
and that tooth was out together with shreds of the gum. 

Gyude dropped that tooth onto the floor and handed the 
pincers to Koffa. Baptiste however, already holding the 
second pair of dental pincers, took Gyude's place at 
the table. 

Baptiste decided to remove one of the top front teeth. 
He placed the jaws of the pincers around that large 
molar and then stared into the eyes of poor Damon. The 
black man loved to see his victim's pain filled eyes 
and he was doubly delighted as he saw poor Damon's 
muscles struggling against the straps that held him 
pinned down on the table. 

"You're better off without any teeth slut," Baptiste 
remarked as he started to twist and turn on the tooth, 
"you won't have to worry about cleaning them now, that 
is if you white bastards ever do things like that. You 
certainly haven't cleaned them since your stay here." 

Baptiste rarely spoke to his victims but today he was 
in a particularly good mood. He was now the undisputed 
leader of the group and his biggest rival for power had 
now become his obedient black bitch. As Baptiste 
twisted and turned and pulled on the tooth he licked 
his lips with pleasure as he thought of the night ahead 
that he was going to spend with his black bitch, the 
big masculine black man, his friend and brother, 
Ghankay. 

Then the tooth came out of the gum and Baptiste dropped 
it on the floor. He then took the tooth next to that 
one and started to yank on that one. This time he tried 
to rip it straight out of the gum. He tugged hard on it 
as sweat poured off his magnificent black body. His arm 
muscles were bulging with the effort and veins in 
Damon's forehead were standing out sharply under the 
strap that held his head pinned to the table. Then the 
tooth came away tearing a large chunk of gum out with 
it. Baptiste grinned as he dropped that tooth on the 
floor. 

Damon's mouth was now a bloody mess as Koffa took his 
place at the table. He quickly started work ripping a 
tooth out of the bottom and then one from the top. 
Having finished he handed over to Ghankay. 

Ghankay looked down at his white victim, the man he had 
been going to risk all for, and thought what a fool 
he'd been. How could he ever have wanted to split from 
his black brothers for white trash like this. He placed 
the pincers around one of Damon's bottom teeth and 
yanked it towards him. 

"Does that hurt scum, do you feel the pain you white 
pig?" he asked and then pushed the pincers in the 
opposite direction. 

"See that pitiful thing you call a cock is no longer 
hard," Ghankay said as he pulled the tooth viciously 
towards him. 

"What's wrong you lump of white shit, has your taste 
for pain suddenly left you," he asked working the tooth 
backwards and forwards. 

"Tomorrow we cut off your ears and Koffa rips out your 
tongue," Ghankay crowed pulling hard on the tooth which 
started to give. 

A further twist and turn as Ghankay continued to mock 
the white man. 

"I bet you love having big black niggers as your 
dentists, are you dreaming of their nigger cocks up 
your cunt?" he asked as the tooth finally came out. 

Then Ghankay started work on the next tooth to it. This 
one he soon had ripped out and Gyude took his place at 
the table. 

For close on two hours the four cruel black men tore 
every tooth from Damon's head and most of his gums as 
well. When they had finished his mouth looked like a 
black bloody hole and the table, floor, Damon's body 
and the hands of the four Africans were all covered in 
blood. Bubbles of blood formed around Damon's mouth as 
the poor young soldier breathed. He wished that the 
week was over and that he could now die. Such was his 
agony that all he wanted was death. 

"Whilst he's fixed to the table I'd like to put a ring 
through his tongue, it will make my job a lot easier 
tomorrow," Koffa said. 

"Let's put rings through the top of his ears too and 
suspend him from them for the night" Ghankay suggested. 

Baptiste gave his black brother a friendly slap across 
his shoulders. 

"Good idea Ghankay," he said loudly and then in a very 
low whisper so it could not be overheard "what a lovely 
cruel bitch you are." Then Baptiste went on in a loud 
voice "and we'll hang weights to his cock and balls so 
that they continue to be stretched." 

"What about a real heavy weight to his remaining 
nipple, that's still not long enough?" Gyude asked. 

The men all agreed. In about fifteen minutes Koffa had 
made a hole in Damon's tongue and placed a heavy metal 
ring through it. Ghankay had bored the holes in the top 
of Damon's ears and fixed heavy metal rings in them 
also. They then removed all the straps that were 
holding the soldier pinned down on the table. He was in 
no fit state to even crawl and most certainly could not 
speak. The African's did not seem to worry about that 
now as they entered on the last few days of their 
victim's life. 

Baptiste pulled the blood covered white man off the 
table whilst Ghankay lowered a couple of cables. Koffa 
and Gyude went off to get the necessary weights that 
they were going to use. 

Hooks from the cables were placed through the rings in 
Damon's ears and the cables were raised pulling him 
upwards. As his ears took the strain of his body Damon 
began to moan and groan and blood trickled from his 
mouth. When his feet were well clear of the floor the 
cables were stopped. Thirty pound weights were hung 
from Damon's cock ring, from his bollocks and from the 
guiche ring. Then Gyude hooked a twenty pound weight 
onto Damon's one remaining nipple and it seemed to 
stretch like elastic. The four men stood back to view 
their handiwork and were well pleased with what they 
saw. 

The left the main room turning off the lights and 
leaving Damon dangling by his ears with the heavy 
weights hanging from various parts of his body. The 
floor all around was covered in discarded teeth and 
pieces of gum and blood was scattered all about. 

After cleaning themselves up the four men had a good 
meal. The hour was very late now and they were all 
tired so they went off to bed. Soon heavy snores were 
coming from Koffa and Gyude. Then Baptiste reached 
across and touched Ghankay's shoulder. 

"You awake bitch?" he whispered. 

"Awake ready and waiting sir" Ghankay replied. 

The two crept out of the four man bedroom and went into 
another smaller room. This also was fitted out with a 
bed and they climbed onto it. Soon Ghankay was licking 
and sucking Baptiste's big cock and balls whilst his 
friend was busy finger fucking him using three of his 
long black fingers. 

"Come on bitch I'm ready to fuck the shit out of you 
now" Baptiste hissed. 

Ghankay lay flat on his back with his legs in the air. 
Baptiste got behind him and Ghankay rested his legs on 
his friend's shoulders. Then Baptiste started to fuck 
the shit out of Ghankay whilst his black bitch groaned 
with delight. They spent the whole night together and 
Baptiste fucked his friend three times. After the third 
time he allowed his bitch to cum but made him get into 
a position so that as Ghankay shot his load he shot it 
into his own mouth and swallowed it. Then Baptiste and 
Ghankay lay kissing in a passionate embrace before 
falling fast asleep. They slept together until the 
middle of the morning when they woke up. They could 
hear Koffa and Gyude moving about outside the room. 

"Shit" said Baptiste scrambling out of the bed, "what 
the fuck are we going to tell them." 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Baptiste and Ghankay left the small bedroom together 
and went into the dining room. Gyude and Koffa were 
already sitting at the dining table waiting for the 
cook to bring them some food. They both grinned at the 
two men entering the room. 

"Did you have a good nights sleep?" Gyude asked with a 
snigger. 

Ghankay frowned. 

"What the fuck you mean by that?" he asked. 

"Oh nothing," replied Gyude with another snigger. 

"We couldn't take your fucking snoring it was keeping 
us awake" snapped Ghankay, "so we decided to move to 
the smaller bedroom so we could get some fucking 
sleep." 

"Oh yeah that's the room with one bed isn't it?" Koffa 
asked innocently. 

"One fucking big bed which we shared," Baptiste stated 
in a flat voice. 

"Were you in pain last night Ghankay?" Koffa asked, 
"because you were doing a lot of groaning and that 
fucking bed was really creaking." 

Then Koffa and Gyude started to laugh. 

"Listen Koffa and listen very carefully" Baptiste said. 
"As of now Ghankay and I will be sleeping in the small 
bedroom and what we do their is our own fucking 
business. Have you a problem with that?" 

"Shit no of course not," Koffa said hurriedly as he 
realised that Baptiste was not at all amused. 

"Any problem with you Gyude, you seem to find the whole 
thing very funny?" Baptiste asked. 

"No of course not as long as it doesn't interfere with 
what we've got going here. We are going on after that 
white slut's finished aren't we?" Gyude asked. 

"Of course we are brother. Nothing that Ghankay and I 
do together will interfere with that. You may as well 
know now," he added, "Ghankay is now my bitch." 

Ghankay looked dismayed as he heard Baptiste announce 
that fact to his friends. Koffa and Gyude looked 
stunned at first and then they realised what that 
meant. If Ghankay was now Baptiste's bitch then his 
status with them was lower than low. He could no longer 
boss them around. He was a black bitch and Baptiste was 
his master. As friends of Baptiste a bitch had to obey 
them as well. 

Baptiste was pleased at the effect that his words had 
had. 

"Go and stir the cooks up Ghankay find out what the 
hold up is," he ordered. 

Ghankay got to his feet and left the room to carry out 
the order. Baptiste had just asserted his authority 
over his bitch. 

"Don't worry Gyude about anything changing here," he 
said. "Whilst I was in Monrovia the Commandant of the 
interrogation centre told me that they had got two 
young rebels. One is sixteen and the other eighteen. 
They didn't know fuck all so the security police have 
finished with them. I've arranged that they will hold 
them until I'm ready to collect them. The centre's 
records will show that they both committed suicide and 
were cremated on the day that we remove them." 

As he was talking Ghankay had returned to the room and 
sat down again at the table. 

"Of course Ghankay will play a full part in all our fun 
and you will treat him as a brother. That is, of 
course, except those days when he will be too fucked 
out to participate," Baptiste said with a cruel laugh. 

Koffa and Gyude joined in the laughter as Ghankay sat 
at the table with downcast eyes. He could not say 
anything to his three friends after all he was now 
Baptiste's bitch. 

Just then one of the cooks came in with their food. 

"Ghankay go out and release the white slut and tell him 
to get fucking cleaned up. Then arrange for the guard 
to bring him something to eat, it had better be soft 
and mushy after all he's got no fucking teeth to chew 
with now Baptiste ordered as the other three laughed at 
his wit."

Ghankay left the table as his friends started to eat. 
He went out to the main room where poor Damon was 
hanging by his ears. The weights were pulling down on 
his nipple, cock and balls and his face was screwed up 
in agony. 

"Morning white slut," Ghankay said sourly, "have you 
had a good night?" 

"Yes Master Sir thank you," croaked Damon in a voice 
barely recognisable as his own. 

Ghankay lowered the cables until Damon's feet were back 
on the ground but left it so that the hooks in his ears 
was still supporting his weight. Then Ghankay removed 
the weights from Damon's cock and balls and also the 
one from his nipple. His nipple in particular now hung 
down his chest like a thin piece of red string. It had 
been stretched a full two inches now and Ghankay 
couldn't resist touching it as he tried to make it fill 
with blood and become fully erect. Nothing happened 
despite his rubbing and pinching, it still remained 
like a piece of thin string. Then Ghankay lowered the 
cables a bit more and removed the hooks from Damon's 
ears. 

For a few moments the white man remained on his feet 
tottering and swaying. Then he fell to the floor. 
Ghankay gave him a kick in his ribs. 

"Fuck off to the bathroom and get fucking cleaned up 
you dirty white cunt. Better sing to yourself because 
you won't have a tongue to sing with much longer" he 
added cruelly. 

"Yes Sir Master, thank you Sir Master" the unhappy 
young soldier replied as he started to crawl painfully 
across the floor to the bathroom. 

Then Ghankay called to a guard and gave him 
instructions for feeding the white whore and after that 
returned to the private quarters. His three friends had 
finished their food but Damon's was still on his plate. 
It was cold now and looked rather unappetising. Only 
Baptiste was in the dining room the other two being in 
the common room watching a bondage video. 

"I'll get the cook to bring me some hot food," Ghankay 
said as he started towards the door. 

"Sit down and eat the food that's on your plate bitch 
and then get under the table and suck my cock," 
Baptiste ordered. 

"Fuck it master," Ghankay said, "I don't mind sucking 
your cock but you can't expect me to eat this crap." 

"In these quarters you're my bitch and you do whatever 
I order without question. Start disobeying me bitch and 
you won't have any status at all here. I'll have every 
fucking member of staff fuck you and then I'll have you 
sent to the Arab Sheikh who wants his favourite 
stallion to be kept happy. Now's the time for you to 
decide bitch, is it me you want as your master or do 
you want to be the mare for some fucking horse?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"I'm your bitch master," Ghankay replied as he sat down 
and consumed the cold congealed food. 

He then went and cleaned his teeth and after that got 
under the table and started to suck on his master's 
cock. Whilst he was doing that Koffa and Gyude returned 
to the room to enquire how long it would be before they 
started to play with Damon. 

"Just five minutes brothers," Baptiste replied. "My 
bitch is just getting my cock ready." 

Koffa and Gyude bent down and looked under the table 
and saw Ghankay sucking hard on Baptiste's cock. They 
whooped and high handed each other as they shouted 
ribald comments to Ghankay. The two men were well 
pleased as Ghankay had treated them like dirt whenever 
he felt like doing so. 

After a few minutes, his cock rock hard, Baptiste told 
Ghankay to stop sucking and come out from under the 
table. Ghankay obeyed but remained kneeling by his 
master's feet. 

Ghankay had mixed feelings about his status now. He was 
a very proud man and hated the idea that men such as 
Koffa and Gyude should look down on him. At the same 
time, ever since Baptiste had started to fuck him, 
Ghankay had realised that he wanted the strong cruel 
man to dominate him, humiliate him and treat him like 
dirt. In return he would be his bitch and do whatever 
his master wanted. Now, kneeling by his master's feet, 
he was happy and couldn't give a shit what the others 
thought. 

"Okay brothers we are going to the main room to begin 
work on the white fucking slut" Baptiste said standing 
up. 

He took hold of Ghankay's arm and pulled him to his 
feet. 

"That includes you brother" he said softly to Ghankay. 

Then he turned to the other two. 

"When we leave our private quarters you will treat 
Ghankay as a brother and equal. In the main room he is 
just one of us. It is only in these private quarters 
that Ghankay becomes my bitch, all other times he is 
still a brother and an equal" Baptiste said. 

He looked sternly at Koffa and Gyude. 

"Disobey these instructions and you will find 
yourselves featuring as stars in the play room outside" 
he said. 

Then the four men walked out into the main room where 
Damon was kneeling on hands and knees barely able to 
prevent himself from collapsing. 

Koffa and Gyude felt a little uncomfortable as they 
walked alongside Ghankay. They saw him now as a black 
faggot which made him in their eyes the lowest of low. 
Yet Baptiste had ordered that he be treated as an equal 
and they dare not disobey him. For his part Ghankay's 
eyes were on his master and he couldn't have cared less 
what the other two thought. He wanted to be ready to 
obey Baptiste as soon as he gave any instructions. 

Baptiste approached the young white soldier who was in 
a terrible state. 

"Today you are lucky because you will be receiving 
special treatment" Baptiste announced. "We will give 
you a close shave to start with, every hair of your 
body will be removed. Head, eye brows, arm pits, chest, 
pubic hair, in fact any body hair that you have. After 
that, once your body is as smooth as a baby's bottom, 
your ears will be removed." 

"Please Sir Master just simply kill me, please kill me 
now Sir Master" Damon croaked. 

Baptiste kicked him really hard in his ribs lifting 
Damon's body off the floor with the force of the blow 
and cracking a couple of the poor man's ribs. 

"You dared interrupt me you lump of white shit. You 
think that a white slut like you has the right to 
interrupt me" Baptiste snarled and gave young Damon 
another vicious kick. 

"After your ears are removed your tongue will be taken 
out so you won't be able to interrupt me again. As for 
killing you now" sneered Baptiste, "I'm going to drag 
your slow death out over days. Tomorrow we will decide 
what goes next. Maybe we will gouge your eyes out." 

Damon was crying like a baby as the pain from his 
cracked ribs joined with all the other aches and pains 
in his body. 

"Get the white slut up onto the table" Baptiste 
ordered. "You won't need any straps to hold the cunt 
down. Then one of you bring a bowl of hot water, 
shaving foam and two or three razors." 

"I'll get the water and razors and stuff" Ghankay said 
hurrying off to the bathroom. 

Koffa and Gyude lifted Damon onto the operating table 
whilst Baptiste looked on. 

"Get him into a sitting position" he said as he looked 
with pleasure at Damon's swollen ears, his swollen and 
blood smeared lips and the agonised look in his eyes. 

Koffa and Gyude pulled Damon into a sitting position. 

"Stay like that slut or it will be more than your ears 
being cut off" snapped Baptiste as Ghankay came running 
back with the shaving equipment. 

They all helped to soak Damon's head and eyebrows in 
hot water. Then Baptiste applied the shaving foam. Then 
he took a razor and started to shave the hair from 
Damon's head. Then Koffa joined in and the two of them 
shaved every hair from Damon's head until he was as 
bald as a coot. Next Baptiste told Ghankay to shave 
Damon's eyebrows and the black man eagerly followed 
orders. He quickly cleared the hair from the eyebrows. 
Then Gyude washed Damon's head and face to clear it of 
any excess shaving foam. His skull was blue white and 
devoid of so much as a single hair. 

Then all four set to work on his body. They shaved him 
under the armpits and down his arms. They shaved his 
chest and his belly. They shaved his thighs and his 
legs. They shaved his back. They made him lay down flat 
on his belly and they shaved his arse and his buttocks. 
The backs of his thighs and the backs of his legs. Then 
they made him turn over. The only hair he had remaining 
was that of his pubic hair. 

"I give Ghankay the honour of shaving the slut's pubic 
hair," Baptiste announced. 

Ghankay smiled at his master, he loved his new position 
so much. He applied the water then the shaving foam and 
then he started to shave all the pubic hair from 
Damon's cock and balls. He was careful not to miss any 
and when he washed the area clean after the shave 
Damon's balls and bollocks and surrounding area was 
devoid of any hair. 

"Stand up you whore and let's have a good look at you," 
Baptiste ordered the young soldier. 

"Oh Sir Master I don't think that I can stand up, I 
hurt too much I think that I'll collapse if I try," 
Damon said close to tears. 

"Stand fucking up you cunt or I'll get a red hot poker 
and shove it up your cunt, that will make you stand up 
you useless lump of white shit" Baptiste snorted. 

Damon pushed down with his fingerless hands onto the 
surface of the table and forced his body slowly up 
until he was in the kneeling position. Then slowly he 
got to his feet and stood above the four men swaying 
about. They laughed and joked as they saw the new 
Damon. A Damon with no hair anywhere on his body. 

"Good" said Baptiste, "you are now ready for the first 
operation. Lay back down on the table face up." 

Damon collapsed onto the surface of the table and they 
then strapped him down with the bare minimum of straps. 
They strapped just his arms and legs. Baptiste went to 
one of the cabinets and came back carrying some knives 
in a tray. 

"Pull his head up and hold it tightly Koffa" Baptiste 
instructed as he picked up one of the knives. 

It had a six inch long blade which looked as sharp as a 
razor. 

"Watch carefully Gyude and then you can do his other 
ear" Baptiste said and Gyude leant over to get a good 
view. 

"Now the idea is to slice the ear off as close to the 
head as possible. Off course you can first cut bits off 
like this" Baptiste said as he neatly cut off Damon's 
ear lobe. 

Blood spurted everywhere but none of the Africans 
seemed to mind as Damon started to scream in a thin and 
reedy voice. 

"Or this" he said as he cut the top of the white 
soldier's ear off. 

"But leave enough to get hold of like this" he said as 
he gripped the side of Damon's ear. 

"Then starting from the top slice down keeping the 
blade close to his head like this" Baptiste said as he 
pressed down with the knife. 

As he pressed down he was pulling Damon's ear out by 
holding the side of it and the knife went through the 
flesh very easily. As it progressed the ear started to 
fall away from the side of Damon's head like a tree 
slowly toppling over until Baptiste was holding the ear 
in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. All that 
was left to Damon was a neat hole in the side of his 
head. Baptiste dropped the severed ear in the shaving 
bowl that was standing on the floor near the table. 

Damon was screeching like a banshee as blood ran down 
his body. 

"That's the way slut make plenty of noise now, Soon you 
won't be able to after Koffa has removed your tongue" 
Ghankay said to the screaming young soldier. 

Damon looked at him with pitiful eyes. 

"Help me Sir Master, please help me Sir Master," he 
pleaded. 

Ghankay angrily backhanded him in his swollen mouth and 
blood spurted from his lip as it split. 

"Don't fucking speak to me you miserable white fucking 
pig," Ghankay snarled as Baptiste looked on 
approvingly. 

"Get this side now Koffa and hold his head from here so 
that Gyude can do his other ear" Baptiste said. 

Koffa changed position as Gyude picked up a new knife 
and approached Damon's head. The black man's cock was 
throbbing with excitement as he looked forward to his 
grisly task. He took hold of Damon's ear lobe and 
neatly sliced it off. Once again blood seemed to spurt 
everywhere. 

"Well done Gyude, that's a good start," Baptiste said 
as Gyude smiled proudly at him. 

Then Gyude cut the top off Damon's ear as the young 
soldier shrieked. He next sliced down the side of the 
ear and removed it leaving enough of it for him to 
grip. When he took hold of it his fingers slipped on 
the bloody surface and his knife cut into the side of 
Damon's head. 

"Careful now Gyude, a neat cut straight down" Baptiste 
said as the black man started again. 

This time he managed to get a good grip of the bloody 
ear and sliced the knife down the side of Damon's head 
severing the ear very neatly. He then dropped that into 
the shaving bowl to join the other bits of ear already 
in it. 

"Well that's the first part done brothers, I don't know 
about you but I'm feeling really horny now," Baptiste 
said. 

All three others, their cocks throbbing with 
excitement, agreed that they too were as horny as hell. 

"Let's see how many cocks he can take in his mouth now 
that he's got no fucking teeth" Ghankay suggested. 

They all agreed that it was a hot idea. It was also 
agreed that Gyude should go first with his eight inch 
long cock. Then Ghankay with his nine inch one. Next 
Koffa should see if he could get his ten inch cock into 
Damon's mouth with the others. Finally Baptiste should 
try if possible although they all agreed that it was 
very unlikely that his cock would go into Damon's 
mouth. Secretly Ghankay felt pleased about that 
especially as Baptiste said that he'd have a go fist 
fucking the white slut and that should certainly open 
his mouth and throat up so that he'd be able to take 
all three cocks. 

They removed the straps from Damon's arms and legs and 
then Koffa and Gyude carried him across to the bench. 
The white soldier was in no fit state to walk or even 
crawl. He looked an odd sight now with a totally bald 
head, no eye brows, no ears and no teeth. They draped 
him over the bench so that his head was hanging down 
one side, his legs the other and his butt just hanging 
over the edge. 

Gyude approached Damon first. 

"Mouth open slut and start sucking," he snarled at the 
poor young white man whose face and most of his body 
was covered in blood. 

Damon opened his mouth and started to suck on the big 
black cock. That was one thing he did enjoy all though 
he was really past caring now. All he wanted to do was 
die. He felt the black cock pushing down into his 
throat as he sucked but his cock remained soft as all 
sexual appreciation had left Damon now. Ghankay was the 
next and he forced his cock in next to Gyude's. He kept 
thrusting forward until his cock was also down Damon's 
throat and still the white soldier kept sucking. 
Despite all his pain and despair he still knew what his 
duty was. He had to keep sucking black cock in order to 
make his owners happy. 

Both Damon and Gyude were fucking in and out which 
allowed young Damon to breathe. Then Koffa stood 
between them his arms around his brother's shoulders. 
He forced his cock between the two that were already in 
Damon's mouth. Now the three big nigger cocks were 
becoming a real mouthful and the sides of Damon's mouth 
split under the strain. This in fact made it easier for 
the three friends as their cocks went into Damon's 
mouth easier now. They all three started to thrust in 
and out as Damon sucked as hard as he could. 

"I'm going to shove my fist up the slut's cunt now," 
Baptiste announced. 

He'd been covering his hand and his arm with thick 
grease whilst his friends were getting their cocks into 
Damon's mouth. Baptiste was no longer bothered with 
niceties. He clenched his hand into a fist and pushed 
it against Damon's arse hole real hard. The young 
soldier's cunt was pretty loose but not loose enough to 
take Baptiste's clenched fist without a real struggle. 
The black man pushed as hard as he could grunting from 
his effort. Then his fist forced it's way into Damon's 
cunt and the white man tried hard to scream. All he 
managed to do however was to swallow even more of the 
three nigger cocks that were fucking in and out of his 
mouth. 

Baptiste now started to force his arm up Damon's cunt. 
Inch by painful inch he forced his arm deeper whilst 
Damon, unable to scream and unable to move, kept 
sucking the big black cocks that were in his mouth. 
Half of Baptiste's muscular lower arm was now buried 
deep inside Damon. The black man loved the feel of the 
white soldier's intestines wrapped around his greasy 
arm as he forced it ever deeper into the heat of the 
man's bowels. 

Sweat was pouring off his black body as now his arm was 
buried almost to the elbow. He started to pull out and 
thrust back in, pull out and thrust back in. He was 
watching his three black brothers fucking Damon's mouth 
and started to match the movements of his fist against 
those of the three cocks. 

As Ghankay, Koffa and Gyude drove their cocks down 
Damon's throat Baptiste thrust his fist up the white 
man's cunt. As they pulled out of his throat so 
Baptiste pulled out of Damon's cunt and then back in 
again. 

Despite all that he was going through Damon's cock 
started to stiffen. His brain was being stimulated by 
these four black men. Damon wanted desperately to 
remain soft because he knew that his masters would be 
extremely angry if they thought he was enjoying his 
treatment. 

Gyude, Ghankay and Koffa were groaning now. Their cocks 
were throbbing with passion. Gyude was the first to 
give way and started to shoot his load into Damon's 
throat. The white soldier had to swallow the cum in 
order to breathe; he would have swallowed the sperm 
anyway as he was now addicted to nigger love juice. As 
he was swallowing Gyude's delightful baby seed Koffa 
started to shoot his. He was still jetting blasts of 
his cum into Damon's throat when Ghankay also started 
to cum. Now it was like a torrential downpour as Damon 
tried to keep up with the thick cream that was filling 
his gullet. He managed to swallow the lot. 

Then the three black men withdrew their cocks from 
Damon's mouth. They were well pleased with their 
fucking session. They moved around to admire Baptiste 
who was still fist fucking Damon's cunt. The sweating 
black man looked at his friends and grinned a very 
nasty grin. 

"Ever seen someone fisted this way?" he asked. 

Then he pulled his fist almost out of Damon's hole. He 
punched back in with a short sharp jab and Damon's 
whole body jumped and jerked as the white man gave a 
howl of pain. Then Baptiste, his fist now inside 
Damon's hole, gave another short sharp jab that would 
even have pleased someone like Mike Tyson. Again Damon 
howled from the pain as Baptiste grinned. A third jab 
and his fist was now deep inside Damon's bowels. Then a 
fourth and a fifth hard punching jab saw Baptiste's arm 
buried to the elbow. 

Damon's cunt was stretched hideously around Baptiste's 
thick arm but amazingly had not yet split. Baptiste 
pulled his fist all the way out and then thrust it all 
the way back again. He pulled out once more and this 
time did not thrust back. The four men looked with 
interest at Damon's cunt that was gaping wide open and 
showing very clearly his pink intestines pulsating 
away. 
"Before this fucker snuffs it I'm going to get my fist 
right into his stomach and then I'm going to start 
punching the shit out of him" Baptiste said. 

"Are we going to finish our work on the slut now, am I 
going to take his tongue out?" Koffa asked anxiously. 

"Let's have a break now and get something to eat. After 
that we hand the white whore over to you Koffa," 
Baptiste said. 

Leaving Damon draped over the bench the four men walked 
back to their quarters where they had a good meal and a 
two hour rest before returning to the main room. 

It was now late afternoon and Damon had fallen off the 
bench and was lying curled up on the floor in agony. 
This did not bother his owners one bit; after all he 
had only a few more days left to live. 

They had decided that Damon must be placed in such a 
position that the blood ran out of his mouth when his 
tongue was cut off rather than down his throat. Not 
that they were worried about the white slut swallowing 
blood but they were concerned that the amount of blood 
that would flow might choke him. That was not the way 
they intended him to die. 

Koffa also wanted to attach a cord to the ring that he 
had inserted through Damon's tongue. Then he wanted the 
other end of the cord to be fixed to an unmovable 
object, the cord to be stretched as tightly as possible 
thus also stretching Damon's tongue. 

They pulled a wooden structure in the shape of an X out 
from the wall. It was on a platform that allowed the X 
part to be tilted backwards or forwards so that it was 
angled rather than vertically upright. Ghankay started 
to kick Damon. 

"Move you white lazy lump of useless flesh," Ghankay 
snarled as Damon managed to get onto his hands and 
knees. 

The blood where his ears had been had now dried up but 
his cunt was still wide open from the severe stretching 
it had received when Ghankay had fist fucked him 
earlier. Then, encouraged by Ghankay's foot kicking 
him, Damon made his painful way on hands and knees to 
where the X was now standing. Baptiste could see that 
the white soldier was in no fit state to stand upright. 

He told Koffa and Gyude to haul the white whore to his 
feet and then he and Ghankay manacled Damon's wrists 
and ankles to the four planks of the X. Next Ghankay 
strapped a belt around Damon's waist doing it up so 
tightly that Damon could not move away from the centre 
of the X to which the belt was secured. Damon was now 
securely fastened to the cross and he was facing the 
wall and six feet away from it. 

Koffa used the jaw breaker to open Damon's mouth as 
wide as his jaws would stretch then he got a cord that 
had a metal clip on the end. He pressed open the clip 
and hooked it around the ring in Damon's tongue. When 
he let go the clip closed and was now securely fixed to 
the ring. 

"Tilt the cross forward about ten degrees," Baptiste 
ordered. 

Gyude and Ghankay did that and then secured the cross 
to the base of the platform so that it was firmly held 
in that angled position. Damon's face was now looking 
slightly downwards so that any blood would flow away 
from him. Koffa walked across to the wall holding the 
other end of the cord. He put it round a bracket and 
started to pull hard on it. 

Damon's tongue began to stretch as the poor white 
soldier started to retch and make choking noises. 
Damon's head moved forward but all that happened was 
that Koffa took up the slack in the cord. After a few 
moments Damon's neck was stretched as far as he could 
get it to go and still the cord was taut between his 
tongue and the wall. Koffa now tied the cord securely 
to the wall bracket. 

Damon was in a terrible state now. He could not move 
his head backwards or that would rip his tongue out by 
the roots. He could not move his head forwards because 
it was already stretched out as far as it would go. He 
was, in fact quite helpless, as his eyes flickered 
wildly about and he gurgled and retched due to the 
uncomfortable position that his tongue was in. 

Koffa now picked up a very sharp knife. The blade was 
only two inches long. His three friends crowded round 
him to see what he was doing and all their cocks were 
throbbing with excitement. 

"You see that piece of flesh under the slut's tongue 
that joins it to the bottom of his mouth," Koffa said 
pointing at it with the sharp knife. "I'm going to cut 
through that so that more of the whore's tongue is 
available to be removed" he said rather like a teacher 
giving a demonstration to a class of eager students. 

Poor Damon was gagging as Koffa was showing his friends 
what he was about to do. Then the black man placed the 
blade of the short knife against the piece of gristly 
flesh that he had been indicating. At the same time he 
lifted the cord raising Damon's tongue which forced it 
to stretch even more. Then he cut through that piece of 
flesh but very little blood flowed from it. However 
Damon's tongue could now be lifted a little higher 
which meant that more of it could be removed. 

"You taking it in one piece or in pieces?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"Up to you" Koffa said offhandedly, "how about you 
three deciding for me." 

"In pieces Koffa, in pieces" they chorused together as 
their big hard pricks throbbed with pleasure. 

"I'll need scissors for this then," Koffa said. 

"I'll get them," Ghankay volunteered bounding away to 
the cabinet. 

In seconds he was back with a pair of scissors the 
blades of which were razor sharp. 

"What I'll do is cut down either side of the slut's 
tongue just outside the hole through which the ring 
passes. He'll then be left with three strips. I'll use 
the knife to cut across the base of each strip leaving 
the centre bit until last" Koffa explained. 

Then holding Damon's now dry and parched tongue between 
his finger and thumb Koffa took the scissors in his 
other hand and started to cut from the top to the 
bottom along the left side of Damon's tongue. 

Blood now started to spurt everywhere as the sharp 
scissors made swift work of the task. Damon was 
struggling to withdraw his tongue but it was held 
firmly in place by the cord. 

The poor young soldier could not scream because of the 
way his tongue was held. To add to his pain and misery 
he kept trying to pull his head backwards putting even 
more strain on his tongue. 

Having cut a straight line down the left side so that 
the strip of tongue was hanging down in Damon's mouth 
Koffa started work on the right side. Another neat 
line, huge spurts of blood and the strip of flesh that 
side was now hanging loose. Damon's tongue was now in 
three parts with the centre part being held straight 
out of his mouth by the cord whilst the other two 
strips hung down inside. 

Throughout this operation Damon had remained conscious 
and felt every painful moment of it. 

"Only take the two outer strips off for the moment 
Koffa," Baptiste said thoughtfully as his big cock 
throbbed painfully crying out for relief. 

"Okay Baptiste but what do you have in mind?" Koffa 
asked cheerfully. 

"You'll see," Baptiste replied. 

Koffa discarded the scissors and picked up the knife. 
He held the strip of bloody flesh on the left side of 
Damon's tongue between his finger and thumb. Then 
starting from the outside he placed the blade of the 
knife against the base of Damon's tongue and cut 
inwards until the blade reached the cut he had made 
using the scissors. 

The strip of flesh came away dangling between his 
finger and thumb. He tossed it into the shaving bowl 
which had been brought across with them so that it 
joined the pieces of ear already in it. Then he took 
hold of the right side strip of tongue and repeated the 
operation on that part. Again he tossed the bloody 
strip of tongue into the shaving bowl. Now Damon was 
left with a narrow centre strip of tongue, still 
attached to his body, which was held straight out from 
his mouth by the cord. 

"This white slut loves to be fucked by nigger cock. 
Let's see how much fun it is for the white whore to be 
fucked whilst his tongue is still fixed to the cord. 
Let's take turns at fucking the bastard." 

"Shit Baptiste his cunt is so slack after the fist 
fucking that my cock will hardly feel anything" Gyude 
grumbled. 

"That's okay Gyude I'll fuck the slut together with you 
and then Baptiste and his... oops sorry, and Ghankay 
can fuck the cunt together," Koffa said. 

"Careful Koffa," Baptiste said in his menacing voice 
"or you may find yourself in the same position as that 
white slut. I don't like slips of the tongue." 

"Sorry Baptiste, sorry Ghankay my brother, I'll not do 
that again," Koffa quickly said as he realised that he 
may well have overstepped the line. 

"Nevertheless your suggestion is fine. We'll fuck the 
white whore like that and then you can remove the rest 
of his tongue. After that it will be time to tuck him 
up for the night" Baptiste said. 

Koffa and Gyude went to the rear of the cross and Gyude 
quickly thrust his hard tool into Damon's cunt. He was 
quite right about the white soldier's cunt being loose. 
His cock went in very easily. 

"It's like fucking a horse's cunt it's so loose," 
grumbled Gyude. 

"You should have a real man's cock, one that can fuck 
anything," Baptiste replied laughingly. 

"Hang on brother this will help fill the whore's hole," 
Koffa said as he thrust his cock up Damon's cunt to 
join Gyude's. 

Then the two men started to fuck Damon's hole and they 
fucked away as hard as they could. Their vigorous 
thrusting in and out of Damon's white cunt forced his 
body, including his head, to bounce back and forth. The 
strain on his tongue was terrible and he prayed that it 
would be pulled out of his head very quickly so that 
the agony would soon cease. Needless to say Damon's 
cock remained soft under this terrible brutal 
treatment. But worse was still to come. 

Gyude and Koffa had got so excited whilst Damon was 
having his tongue operated on that they very quickly 
shot their loads. They filled Damon with their black 
man's sperm and then pulled out of his cunt. 

"Did you enjoy that fucking, whore?" Ghankay asked 
nastily placing his face close to the bloody face of 
the white man. "Did you enjoy those two nigger cocks 
fucking your white cunt, nigger lover?" he asked as 
poor Damon just gagged and gurgled. 

"Well if you did enjoy that you've better to come now. 
Baptiste and myself are going to fuck you now," Ghankay 
said. 

Then the two of them went to the rear of Damon and 
Ghankay thrust his three inch thick cock straight up 
Damon's cunt. Baptiste got behind his black bitch and 
placed his big cock head against the shaft that was 
already inside Damon. 

"I wish it was my cunt you were shafting master" 
Ghankay whispered as Baptiste forced his beer can thick 
cock inside the white man's hole. 

The two cocks together were about seven inches thick 
and Damon's cunt was stretched cruelly to accommodate 
them. Then the two men started to fuck the poor sod and 
were soon fucking him as hard and fast as possible. 

Damon's body, despite being fixed to the cross with his 
head pulled forward as far as it would go by the cord 
fixed to his tongue, was bouncing back and forth under 
the combined strength of the two big black men as their 
cocks drove in and out of his body. 

"I'll be fucking you like this tonight bitch," Baptiste 
whispered in Ghankay's ear as his big muscular arms 
were wrapped around Ghankay's sweaty body to allow him 
to get as much of his fourteen inch cock up Damon's 
cunt as was possible. 

If Damon had thought that the pain from his tongue 
whilst Gyude and Koffa had been fucking him had been 
bad, it was nothing to the pain he was now feeling. He 
wanted to die, he prayed for unconsciousness and death, 
but that was not to be. As the two black men's cocks 
pounded in and out of his body Damon remained fully 
conscious and his brain remained alert. 

Baptiste and Ghankay lasted much longer than their two 
brothers before they started to shoot their load. When 
the time came for them both to cum together Damon's 
tongue was stretched really thin. The hole that had 
been made in it to take the metal ring had been torn 
and ripped badly but still remained in one piece. 
Damon's whole mouth and face was bloody but, 
unfortunately for him, the way he was fixed the blood 
ran onto the floor instead of down his throat. It would 
have been blessed relief for Damon if he had been able 
to choke to death. 

Forty three minutes Baptiste and Ghankay pounded away 
at Damon's cunt and then they started to shoot their 
loads. They started to cum together and Ghankay was in 
heaven as he felt his master's warm cum spreading 
around his cock and making it all slick as they slid in 
and out of Damon's cunt together. Having emptied their 
balls they pulled out of Damon. 

Koffa again took over the show. He picked up the knife, 
put his hand into Damon's bloody mouth and sliced 
across the base of the poor soldier's tongue. As the 
knife cut through the flesh it started to tear away 
under the pressure from the cord attached to the wall. 
In a few moments it was hanging by a shred inside the 
white soldier's mouth. Then Koffa sliced through the 
last shred and Damon's head snapped back towards the 
cross as all the pressure was removed as the piece of 
tongue zipped across towards the wall. Then Koffa took 
that piece of tongue off the cord and dropped it into 
the shaving bowl. 

The men were now feeling tired after all of their 
exertions. They decided that Damon would be fixed up 
for the night so they released the poor man from the 
cross. 

Baptiste lowered two cables with manacles on them. 
Ghankay snapped the manacles shut around Damon's ankles 
and then started to raise the cables up again and Damon 
began to be hoisted towards the ceiling upside down. 
They stopped the cables whilst Koffa and Gyude attached 
the same heavy weights as the previous night to his 
cock, balls and nipples. They twisted Damon's arms 
around his back and handcuffed his wrists together. 
Then using a very short cord they tied one end to the 
chain of the handcuffs and pushed the other end through 
the tight metal band around his bollocks. 

They pulled hard on the cord until, despite all the 
weights hanging from them, Damon's bollocks were almost 
pulled through his legs to meet his manacled wrists. 
Once the cord was taut and Damon's bollocks and arms 
were stretched as tightly together as possible, 
Baptiste tied the free end of the cord securely to the 
metal band. Then they allowed the cables to hoist Damon 
higher so that he was well clear of the floor. 

He looked grotesque as he hung upside down by his 
ankles. His cock and balls and nipple had heavy weights 
hanging down the front of his body. His arms were 
twisted up his back and his wrists were tied to the 
metal band around his bollocks forcing them backwards 
through his legs. His shaven skull gleamed under the 
electric lights and blood dribbled from his mouth. He 
was making groaning sounds, almost unearthly sounds, as 
his whole body was racked with pain. 

"Have a good night white slut," Baptiste said, 
"tomorrow you start the day with a healthy meal." 

Then turning to Ghankay he said, "Make sure that the 
bowl with his body parts are passed over to the cook." 

Then the men left the main room switching off the 
lights as they did so. Damon could be heard gagging in 
the background. 

All four black men, very pleased with the day's events.


CHAPTER NINETEEN


Back in the private quarters Ghankay reverted to his 
role as Baptiste's bitch. Gyude and Koffa took full 
advantage of his low status. 

"Bring me a beer faggot," Gyude ordered and Ghankay 
trotted off to the fridge in the kitchen and returned 
with a beer for the man. 

"What about mine cunt go and get me one as well and 
bring me a packet of peanuts as well," Koffa requested. 

Again Ghankay trotted off to carry out his errand. 

Baptiste looked on benevolently because that was the 
way black faggot bitches should be treated by real men. 
And so it went on throughout the evening. He had to 
take their plates out to the kitchen staff after the 
meal. He had to get the video that they wanted to watch 
and then put it on the machine. Then Baptiste who was 
enjoying all this made the announcement that seared 
Ghankay to his soul. 

"Hey brothers if you want the bitch to suck your cocks 
go ahead and use the faggot. No fucking the black 
bitch's cunt though, that is reserved for my cock 
alone," Baptiste said. 

Koffa and Gyude were over the moon when they heard 
this. They had Ghankay kneeling between their legs as 
they sat side by side on a sofa watching one of their 
real life torture videos. He took turns at sucking 
their cocks moving backwards and forwards between them 
whilst Baptiste watched his bitch's humiliation and his 
big fourteen inch cock throbbed with excitement. 

Ghankay made Koffa cum first and swallowed all the 
black man's cum and then it brought Gyude to a climax 
and he swallowed his sperm too. The video was now 
drawing to a close with a black rebel having his body 
cut open from the neck down to the bottom of his belly 
whilst he was still alive. Then two large dogs were 
brought in and started to chew on his entrails as the 
poor man, still conscious, writhed about in agony. 

Once the video was finished Baptiste announced that he 
was ready for bed and ordered his bitch to accompany 
him. Ghankay did so eagerly. Baptiste was as horny as 
hell having watched Ghankay sucking the big black cocks 
of his brothers and he was soon fucking the shit out of 
his bitch. Ghankay was as happy as a pig in shit as he 
lay being fucked by his master. As far as he was 
concerned all the humiliation that he suffered was well 
worth it if it meant that Baptiste would fuck him like 
this once they were alone together. Later in the night 
Baptiste woke up needing a piss badly. He woke Ghankay 
who was sleeping like a baby next to him. 

"I want a piss bitch but I don't want to get out of 
bed," Baptiste said. 

Ghankay smiled at his master. 

"I'm thirsty master," he said as he leant over Baptiste 
and took the man's thick cock into his mouth. 

Baptiste started to piss and filled Ghankay full of his 
strong yellow urine as the bitch swallowed it all with 
obvious enjoyment. When his bladder was empty Baptiste 
pulled his cock from his bitch's mouth, turned over and 
went back to sleep. Ghankay fell asleep soon after 
wondering whether or not he could persuade his master 
to allow him to lick Baptiste's shit hole clean after 
his master had had a crap. 

Next morning they all got up and had some food to eat. 
Then they went out to look at Damon. The poor young 
soldier had not really slept at all during the night. 
He was hanging upside down and his cock and balls were 
swollen and aching whilst his nipple seemed to have 
stretched even further. 

"Ghankay did you tell the cook about the meal to be 
prepared for this slut?" Baptiste asked. 

"Yes I did that last night and I gave him the shaving 
bowl," Ghankay replied. 

"Okay let's get this fucker down. If he can crawl to 
the bathroom he can clean himself up, if not he can lay 
on the floor in his own filth," Baptiste said. 

"Being nothing but a white fucking slut I expect that 
he'll be quite happy to wallow in his own filth. Most 
fucking whites don't know what the word 'clean' means," 
sneered Ghankay. 

Damon said nothing but just made terrible groaning 
noises. They lowered him to the floor and removed the 
weights from his nipple, cock and balls. They released 
the cord that was stretching his bollocks through his 
legs to his wrists. These they also freed from the 
handcuffs and Damon lay in considerable pain on the 
floor. 

"Go on slut crawl to the fucking bathroom," Gyude said 
giving the white man a kick. 

"And don't be too long in there either," snapped 
Baptiste, your meal will soon be ready for you." 

Despite all the pain that he was suffering Damon had 
heard what his black masters had said about him 
wallowing in his own filth. Gathering all his strength 
and using a new found will power Damon managed to get 
onto his hands and knees and started to crawl off to 
the bathroom. As he went the four friends pulled up 
chairs and started to discuss the forthcoming events of 
the day. 

"Can we use the stretcher on him I'm dying to see that 
in action?" Koffa asked. "We've not had a chance to use 
that yet." 

Baptiste thought for a moment. 

"If we put him onto the stretcher he won't come off it 
until we castrate him," Baptiste pointed out. 

"Yeah but think of the fun we can have fucking the 
white slut whilst all the time he's being gradually 
stretched," Ghankay said. 

"Can't the stretcher be set so that it will stretch him 
so slowly that he'll still be intact till the day after 
tomorrow? We could castrate him then and the following 
day snuff the bastard" Gyude asked. 

"Well it looks as if it will be the stretcher then," 
Baptiste said as the other three started to whoop and 
high hand each other. 

They were looking forward to a good day of sport. 

It was almost an hour before Damon managed to crawl 
back to the men. He had made a valiant effort to clean 
himself up. He crawled to the feet of Baptiste and 
remained on hands and knees in front of his master. 

Baptiste stared down at the bald pate, the face with no 
eyebrows, no ears, no teeth and no tongue. His one 
remaining nipple was hanging down like a thin string. 
His balls were large and swollen and his cock was red 
raw. No fingers and all his toes broken. 

"Feeling hungry slut are you ready to eat?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"No Sir Master I'm not hungry," Damon said his words 
sounding really funny as they came from his throat 
without the aid of his tongue. 

The four Africans laughed at him. 

"The cook is bringing your food and you will fucking 
eat it. If you don't I will gouge your eyes out for you 
and stuff them down your throat" Baptiste stated in a 
cold flat voice. 

Ghankay called out and a guard came running in. His 
eyes opened wide with horror as he saw the state that 
Damon had been reduced to. 

"Tell the cook to bring this slut's meal in right 
away," Ghankay ordered and the guard went running out 
to obey. 

A few minutes later the cook came in with a large bowl 
of steaming broth. Pieces of soft flesh floated about 
in the broth. He put it on the floor in front of Damon 
and he looked distinctly ashen as he saw, close up, the 
state of the young white soldier. He hurriedly left the 
main room. 

"This is a special broth, whore and it will be the last 
meal you have" Baptiste stated. "The ingredients are 
simple, it's your ears and tongue cut up in pieces and 
boiled until they are nice and soft. Now get eating 
whore" Baptiste ordered. 

Poor Damon felt like vomiting as he heard that he was 
to eat his own flesh. However, despite the fact that he 
knew his days were numbered, Damon could not bear the 
thought of losing his eyes. He bent his head over the 
dish of broth and started to suck it up with his mouth. 

As he sucked the hot liquid down his throat it burned 
painfully where his tongue had been cut off but he 
managed to swallow the stuff together with small soft 
pieces of meat that was his own body parts. He sucked 
all the contents down and, although he knew what it was 
he was swallowing, it relieved some of his hunger. 
Having emptied his plate he remained on his hands and 
knees waiting to hear what cruel treatment his masters 
had in store for him today. 

Baptiste and his friends strolled across to another 
part of the room that they had not been using up till 
now. Baptiste ordered Damon to join them. 

This part of the room was taken up by two metal frames 
fixed to the floor. The metal frames were twelve feet 
apart and looked rather like two book ends. They were 
both about three and a half feet high. One end was two 
feet wide whilst the other end was double that. They 
were both three feet long in depth. Facing inwards to 
each other and protruding from either top end was what 
looked like huge ratchets. On the end of each ratchet 
and welded to it was a metal manacle. 

The four men had a short conference and then Ghankay 
and Koffa walked across to one of the lockers. They 
returned carrying four large metal rings one portion of 
which was hinged. When the hinged portion was closed it 
slotted onto the other part of the metal ring and was 
secured in place by a small padlock. Ghankay was 
carrying an electric drill which he plugged into a 
nearby point on the wall. 

They made Damon lay flat on his back on the floor. Then 
Koffa put a thick flat plank under the back of his open 
hand. Ghankay and Gyude sat on top of Damon's body 
whilst Koffa sat on his arm and held his wrist tightly. 
Baptiste pressed the point of the drill into the centre 
of Damon's hand. Then he switched the motor on. Within 
seconds a half inch hole had been drilled through the 
centre of Damon's hand. 

The poor young soldier was screaming, the sound was 
quite peculiar as the man had no tongue, so peculiar in 
fact that the four friends started to laugh at him. 
However that did not prevent them from continuing their 
task. 

The placed the smooth part of the metal ring through 
the large hole in Damon's bleeding hand and then closed 
the hinge thus completing the circle. Then they locked 
it using the small padlock. They repeated the exercise 
on Damon's other hand as the young white man screamed 
and sweated. 

Having finished with his hands they dragged Damon 
between the two metal frames. Damon's feet were 
pointing down towards the wider one whilst his head was 
closer to the narrower of the two. Koffa now produced 
two large metal swivels both ends of which were hooked. 
He put the hook through the manacle on the left ratchet 
and then put the hook of the other swivel through the 
right manacle. 

Ghankay and Gyude turned Damon over onto his belly and 
then dragged him along the floor towards the two 
swivels. Baptiste took Damon's right arm whilst Koffa 
took his left and they pulled his hands up to where the 
free hooks of the swivels hung. Whilst Ghankay and 
Gyude held his body up they attached the free hooks to 
the rings through his hands. 

Damon was now laying face down on the floor with his 
wrists fixed to the swivels which in turn were fixed to 
the manacles on the two ratchets. His shoulders and 
head were raised off the ground as his wrists were now 
three and a half feet above him. 

Ghankay moved Damon's feet so that they were apart. 
Then he grasped the white man's left leg just above the 
ankle pressing down on it so that Damon's broken toes 
were being pressed into the floor. Koffa and Gyude sat 
on Damon's buttocks and back to ensure that he remained 
still. Baptiste picked up the electric drill. He had 
changed the bit for a longer one and he now pressed the 
point into the centre of the sole of Damon's foot. The 
poor soldier tried to move his foot but his leg was 
being held too securely by Ghankay who was forcing the 
toes down hard into the concrete floor. 

Baptiste switched on the drill and the bit started to 
bite through skin flesh and bone as it bored through 
the sole of Damon's left foot to come out the other 
side. Baptiste let the drill whirl around in the hole 
for a few moments as he moved it up and down ensuring 
that the hole was nice and clean. Then he pulled the 
drill out and switched it off. He picked up the third 
ring, exactly the same in design as the two through 
Damon's hands but larger and thicker. He put the smooth 
side of the ring through the hole in Damon's foot, 
closed the hinge and padlocked it. Then he repeated the 
process on Damon's other foot. 

Throughout this operation Damon was screaming in his 
strange new voice. His whole body was shaking from the 
pain and he was covered in a heavy sweat. Bits of flesh 
and bone were scattered around like sawdust and the 
holes were seeping blood. 

Koffa now picked up two very large swivels, again they 
had hooks through either end. He hooked the swivels 
onto the manacles attached to the ratchets close to 
where Damon's feet were. Then Ghankay pulled hard on 
Damon's leg whilst Baptiste and Gyude lifted the white 
man's body from the floor. 

"It won't quite reach" Koffa panted as he tried to 
connect the left swivel to the ring in Damon's left 
foot, "we'll have to let the ratchets out a little 
further. 

His three black friends let go of Damon's body and he 
fell back to the ground still attached to the other two 
ratchets by his hands. 

Baptiste went to the large metal frame which had a 
control panel on the side. He adjusted one control and 
then pressed a button. Then both ratchets on the frame 
started to extend towards Damon's feet until they were 
almost over him. Then Baptiste stopped the machine. 

Again Baptiste and Gyude lifted Damon, who was moaning 
pitifully, from the floor. Ghankay grabbed his leg and 
held it firmly whilst Koffa attached the free swivel 
hook to the ring through his foot. Then Damon let go of 
that leg and moved around and grabbed Damon's other 
one. He held it whilst Koffa attached that one to the 
swivel as well. Then the three let go of Damon's body. 

He was now held off the ground between the two metal 
frames by the rings through his hands and his feet. His 
body sagged down in the middle and his cock was almost 
touching the floor. His arms were two feet apart whilst 
his feet were four feet apart. 

"Let's get the slack taken up I want his body nice and 
taut," Baptiste said. 

He went to the control box on the metal frame to which 
Damon's hands were attached whilst Koffa went to the 
one where the white soldier's feet were. 

"Start it slow," Baptiste said to Koffa as he set his 
to a slow speed. 

They pressed the start buttons together and the 
ratchets began to withdraw through the metal frames. 
They moved very slowly indeed but as they withdrew 
Damon's arms and legs began to stretch and his body 
began to straighten out and lose the sag. It took 
fifteen minutes for his body to be stretched fully so 
that he was horizontal with no sagging at all. Then the 
machines were stopped. 

Damon was groaning in agony as the rings pulled hard 
against the freshly made holes in his hands and feet. 
His head hung down between his arms, his long string 
nipple hung down as did his sore cock. 

"We will set each machine to withdraw the ratchets at 
quarter of an inch and hour. That means he will stretch 
at half an inch an hour," Baptiste said. 

Then Koffa and he set the machines and then pressed the 
start buttons again whilst Ghankay and Gyude watched 
with interest. The only thing that told them the 
machines were working was a very slight hum from the 
motors. On the wall hung a very large digital counter. 
It showed zero at the moment in the top display. 
Beneath that display was another one, a strip of white 
that was displayed but at the very beginning of the 
strip was a tiny red line. 

"As the ratchets withdraw the red strip will start to 
cover the white. When the whole of the white strip is 
covered the ratchets will have fully retracted and the 
white whore will have grown to twelve feet from his 
hands to his feet" Baptiste explained. "Of course by 
that time his legs and arms will have been pulled out 
of their sockets" he remarked. 

The four friends stood around watching for a while but, 
apart from the moaning of Damon, very little was 
happening. 

"The good thing about this stretcher" Baptiste said, 
"is that whilst it's working we can still play with the 
cunt. If we want him to suck cock we stand between his 
arms and lift his head up. When we want to play with 
his cunt then his legs are well spread and his body is 
at just the right height." 

"You remember how we skinned that Chinese guy we had?" 
Ghankay asked. "Shit but he sure screamed as we peeled 
all the skin off his body and then whipped him to 
death." 

"Fuck me I sure remember that," Baptiste said licking 
his lips, "what about it Ghankay?" 

"What say we peel this fucker's shoulders today and 
then fuck the shit out of him. If things are a bit 
slack tomorrow we could peel all of his back," Ghankay 
replied. 

"Not just his shoulders," Gyude said excitedly, "let's 
peel the skin off his arms." 

"You two are real sick bastards," Baptiste replied with 
a laugh, "come on let's get the knives." 

All four now returned with scalpels and tweezers. They 
were betting on who could clear the neatest square on 
his shoulders or the most perfect circle around his 
arms. Ghankay and Baptiste took a shoulder each whilst 
the other two had an arm each. They decided that the 
squares would have sides of six inches whilst the 
circles would be four inches broad and taken from the 
upper arms. 

Just then Damon gave a loud groan and they saw that his 
body was very taut as the stretcher continued to draw 
in the ratchets very slowly. Almost an hour had passed 
since the motors had been started and the red band was 
slightly thicker whilst the digital counter which only 
recorded the distance covered at the end of each hour 
continued to show 0. 

Ghankay who was standing close to Damon's head bent 
down so that the poor white man could hear. 

"This stretcher will be working on you twenty four 
hours a day. It's not got a mind and doesn't worry 
about how much you groan it just keeps pulling your 
hands and your feet further apart. I wonder what will 
happen in a few hours time?" he said to the poor white 
soldier. 

Just then the digital counter showed half an inch on 
the counter. 

"Two hours from now and we stop," Baptiste announced, 
"then we judge who has won the square and who has won 
the circles. When the counter shows one and a half 
inches that is when we stop." 

Baptiste and Ghankay stood either side of Damon. Gyude 
got between his arms and knelt down on the ground 
whilst Koffa stood on the outside of his left upper 
arm. 

"Let's go," Baptiste said. 

All four men started to use their scalpels. Damon 
started to squeal as the knives cut through his skin. 
Baptiste drew a straight line across his shoulder about 
six inches across. A bead of blood showed where the 
skin was cut. Then he cut a line at right angles on the 
end of that line and downwards six inches. He moved his 
scalpel to the other end of the first line and cut 
downwards at right angles for six inches. Then he cut 
another line across joining the bottom of the second 
and third lines and finished up with a neat square. 

Ghankay had also started in the same fashion although 
his second and third lines rather went astray so that 
the line joining those at the two bottom corners was an 
inch longer than the line across at the top. 

Baptiste now with considerable skill sliced very thinly 
under the skin of one corner of the square. He cut 
beneath it sufficiently to be able to grip the cut skin 
with his tweezers. Then he started to pull the skin 
down slicing it neatly way from the flesh. Damon was 
now screaming from the pain as his skin was being cut 
from his flesh. 

Ghankay was not nearly as skilled as Baptiste. The skin 
was thick as it had a layer of flesh adhering to it. 
Nevertheless he continued with the operation rolling 
the skin downwards as he cut it free of Damon's flesh. 

Koffa and Gyude had a more difficult task as they cut 
circles around Damon's upper arm. The lines of Koffa's 
first circle met neatly as Koffa finished cutting but 
Gyude's was out by at least quarter of an inch. He had 
to go back and start cutting again about half around in 
order to make his circle join up. 

"Fuck it I've pissed that one up," Gyude cursed as he 
corrected his error. 

They drew the second circle four inches lower than the 
first. This time, although Gyude's line was a little 
wriggly at least the two ends met together. Koffa's 
second circle was as neat as his first. Gyude now 
watched to see what Koffa would do next. He cut a neat 
line down from the top circle to the bottom. Then he 
cut just under the skin at the corner where the line 
down met the top circle.

Using the tweezers he pulled that corner up and slowly 
and delicately cut the flesh away from the skin pulling 
hard on the tweezers all the time. Doing this he worked 
carefully down to the bottom corner so that a quarter 
of an inch of skin all the way down the line was now 
loose from the flesh. Then he started to roll the whole 
length of skin up slicing the flesh away as he did so. 
In this manner he started to work around Damon's arm 
clearing a four inch wide band of skin from the flesh. 

Damon had been shrieking and screaming throughout and 
his new sounding voice kept making the black men giggle 
and laugh as they got on with their task. 

Gyude had watched Koffa carefully but his hands were 
sweaty. 

"Fuck it," he said as he gouged a lump of skin and 
flesh out of Damon's arm as his scalpel slipped. 

Baptiste glanced over at the counter. 

"One hour's passed," he said as the counter showed 'one 
inch'. 

Baptiste had peeled more than half the skin down the 
square he was making and Koffa was not far behind him. 
Whilst Baptiste's operation had not shed much blood 
Koffa's square was covered with Damon's blood where the 
black man had hacked off flesh as well as skin. 

Gyude had given up on his circle so to speak. He had 
gripped the skin and flesh that he had cut loose with 
the tweezers and was now trying to tear it from Damon's 
arm. 

"Hey brother" said Koffa gently, "just use the knife to 
cut it away. Don't worry about how thick or thin you 
slice it, just slice the fucking skin off." 

Gyude snorted. 

"I've made a right fuck up of this he said," but he 
took Koffa's advice and started to make progress as he 
sliced away at the skin and flesh. 

Damon's voice was becoming very hoarse as his vocal 
chords were giving out under the strain of his 
screaming. The poor young soldier was fully conscious 
and could feel every tiny cut of the knives. Now his 
body was also aching stretched as he was between the 
two metal frames. And still the ratchets were wound 
back by the machines in a mindless but relentless 
manner. 

Baptiste was the first to finish and was able to hold 
up a six inch square piece of skin that had almost no 
flesh at all attached to it. Then Ghankay finished his 
task. His piece of skin was certainly not a square and 
it had lumps of flesh sticking to it in big patches. 

Gyude was next. The skin and flesh he held up was torn 
in places. The ring around Damon's arm was very uneven. 
Finally Koffa completed his task. The skin he held up 
did have a few little bits of flesh attached to it, but 
not many. The ring was very neat and almost perfect. 

Just then the counter clicked over to show 'one and a 
half inches' and the red band below was a tiny bit 
thicker. 

All four agreed that Baptiste was the overall winner. 
Koffa had won the circles battle. They had wagered one 
thousand Liberian dollars each on the outcome and 
another one thousand each on the overall winner so 
Baptiste and Koffa came out on top. 

Having settled all that they decided that it was time 
for a good fuck. 

Gyude and Koffa said that they wanted to fuck Damon's 
cunt this time. Baptiste laughingly said that they 
might need to use a dildo as well so that their cocks 
would not slip about in Damon's cunt as it was so 
loose. 

"Good idea," enthused Koffa. "I'll get the fifteen inch 
long one that's three inches thick. Together with our 
cocks that should fill his cunt up." 

He went off to the cupboard and came back bearing the 
long thick dildo. Then Gyude and Koffa got between 
Damon's legs. His cunt was at just the right height for 
them to fuck him and Koffa lost no time. He shoved his 
hard ten inch long cock straight up Damon's cunt. 

Damon was still moaning from the pains he was feeling 
where his skin had so recently been peeled off. To add 
to that his whole weight was being taken by his hands 
and feet and his body was feeling terribly taut as the 
machines continued carrying out their relentless 
program. He gave a hoarse grunt as he felt Koffa's cock 
thrust straight up his cunt. 

Gyude now forced his eight inch black pole into the 
young soldier's cunt alongside that of his friends. The 
two started to fuck in and out as Baptiste and Ghankay 
stood watching very amused. They wanted to see Koffa 
force the dildo up Damon's cunt now that their friend's 
cocks were both buried inside the white slut. 

Koffa was sensible. He pushed the head of the thick 
dildo between his and Gyude's cocks and then started to 
push it in. Slowly but surely it worked it's way down 
between the two thick black shafts already in. Damon's 
hole was really stretching now and the strain was very 
painful. The pain now outshone that which Damon was 
feeling from his shoulders and arms. 

The white soldier moaned hoarsely and tried to scream. 
The pitiful sounds that he made would have moved most 
men's hearts but not those of the four cruel brutes who 
held his life in their hands. 

Koffa kept pushing on the dildo until that too was 
buried to the hilt, all fifteen inches of it was now 
inside Damon's body. Then Gyude and Koffa started to 
fuck Damon again and this time their two cocks pulled 
the dildo in and out as they fucked in and out of the 
white soldier's body. 

"Okay brother let's get the bastard to take our cocks 
down his throat. I'm going to drown the white slut in 
my nigger cum," Ghankay said to Baptiste. 

Baptiste grinned at him and then he whispered in his 
ear. 

"Have you asked my permission to shoot your load today 
bitch?" squeezing Ghankay's arm to show that he was not 
serious. 

Ghankay turned his head to look at his master and leant 
towards his ear. 

"May I have your permission to fill the white slut with 
my cum master?" he asked with a grin that showed off 
his lovely big white teeth. 

"Permission granted bitch," Baptiste whispered back. 

The two men got between Damon's outstretched arms. 
Baptiste reached down and put his hand under Damon's 
chin and lifted his head towards them. 

"We're sick of the weird noises that you're making slut 
so get sucking on our cocks, that should keep you 
happy," Baptiste said. 

Damon's mouth was already hanging open, it hurt him too 
much to keep it closed. Baptiste shoved his thick cock 
into the cavity and the cock head rubbed against the 
cut edge where Damon's tongue had been severed. Yet 
another jolt of pain passed through Damon's body but it 
was only one of the many that he had. As Baptiste's 
cock entered his throat Ghankay's cock was forced into 
the white soldier's mouth and joined the nigger cock 
already down his throat. 

Poor Damon started to suck on those cocks as Baptiste 
and Ghankay began to thrust in and out of his throat. 
All the white soldier knew these days was that he was 
in great pain but, above all, he must obey his black 
masters to the letter. 

"Hey brother the white pig is really happy now," 
Ghankay chuckled, "he's got nigger cocks down his 
throat and nigger cocks up his cunt. That's all this 
miserable fucking white pig wants, nigger cocks fucking 
him all day." 

As he was speaking Ghankay was joining Baptiste in 
thrusting the full lengths of their cocks in and out of 
Damon's tight throat whilst Koffa and Gyude together 
with the dildo was fucking the poor soldier's cunt as 
hard as they could. 

All four were fucking Damon in this fashion for more 
than one hour. Then, one by one, they began to unload 
in their victim. 

Gyude was the first to shoot his load joined very 
shortly by Koffa. They shot such heavy loads that it 
was seeping out of Damon's cunt and dripping onto the 
floor. As they pulled out of the white soldier's cunt 
they left the dildo buried to the hilt inside him. A 
few minutes later Ghankay started to cum. He filled 
Damon's gullet with his sperm. He then pulled his cock 
out of the white soldier's mouth leaving Baptiste to 
continue fucking the man's face. 

Baptiste fucked on as hard as he could whilst Damon 
kept sucking like the obedient white dog that he had 
become. 

Despite all his pain and suffering Damon still loved 
having nigger cocks inside him. He loved just as much 
being able to swallow their strong nigger sperm and was 
still wallowing in the pleasant taste of Ghankay's baby 
seed. 

Then Baptiste started to cum. He shot an enormous 
amount of cum down Damon's throat all of which the 
white soldier swallowed eagerly. Then he too pulled his 
cock out. 

Gyude and Koffa had now pulled up chairs and Ghankay 
had shouted to one of the guards to bring them a crate 
of cold beer. As Baptiste sat on his chair next to 
Ghankay the guard came running in with the crate of 
iced beer. 

Damon, no longer diverted by having big nigger cocks 
fucking him from both ends, could feel the increasing 
strain on his body as slowly his arms and legs were 
being pulled closer to the two metal frames either end 
of him. 

As they were making themselves comfortable the counter 
clicked over. Two and a half inches were now showing on 
the dial and below it the red band was a little 
thicker. 

They were all swigging on their beers as they recovered 
from their fucking. 

"I think that we should stop the stretcher overnight or 
he won't last the day out tomorrow," Ghankay observed. 

"Hm, he's been stretched two and a half inches since we 
started five hours ago. Say we play with him for 
another two hours that will be three and a half inches. 
Ten hours then before we see him tomorrow, another five 
inches, eight and a half in all. Yeah you're right 
Ghankay he won't be able to take much more than that I 
don't think," Baptiste said. 

Koffa, who probably knew most about the stretcher as he 
was the one who had ordered it, now made a suggestion. 

"We can set the machines to cut out and then switch 
themselves on automatically. We could let them work one 
hour on and two hours off, that way he still gets a 
little stretching during the night but we can watch it 
tomorrow when it will really start to hurt the white 
faggot." 

"Shit I didn't know you could do that," Baptiste said, 
"lets set it that way just before we leave him tonight. 
I want the weights on his balls again but that fucking 
nipple is useless now. Gyude why don't you cut it off?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"Sure thing brother" Gyude said jumping to his feet. 

He picked up one of the knives and crouched underneath 
Damon's chest. Then he took hold of the length of thin 
stretched flesh which had once been Damon's nipple. It 
was more than three inches long. Gyude decided he'd see 
if Damon felt anything from that strip of flesh. He 
used the knife to cut about an inch of it off. There 
was no blood and Damon hardly made a murmur, clearly 
cutting bits of the nipple off was not hurting the 
slut. 

Gyude then moved the blade of the knife to the base of 
the nipple where it joined Damon's chest. He pulled 
hard on the remaining piece that was hanging down and 
then sliced it off at the base. The nipple came away 
leaving a red raw circle of flesh where once it had 
joined Damon's body. As Gyude sliced the base of the 
nipple off Damon gave a groan showing that he had 
certainly felt something. Then Gyude rejoined his 
companions as he tossed the useless bit of skin away. 

"How about sealing those two squares on his shoulders 
with candle wax?" Koffa suggested pointing to the bare 
areas of flesh. 

"That should certainly make the slut scream," Ghankay 
agreed. 

"Be interesting to see if he can move his shoulders 
stretched out the way he is" Baptiste said. 

"Ghankay go and bring a few candles and matches," he 
ordered and Ghankay quickly obeyed. 

They lit a candle each and then took turns at dropping 
hot wax onto the bare raw flesh. 

Baptiste, of course, went first. He tipped his candle 
slightly and some hot wax spilled out and dropped onto 
the soldier's raw flesh. Damon let out a shrill hoarse 
shriek of pain and his shoulder flexed slightly. Koffa, 
the man who had suggested this torture, went next. He 
spilt his hot candle wax onto the other patch of raw 
flesh and, again, Damon let out a shrill screech of 
pain as the hot wax burnt his red raw flesh. He had now 
two white patches of wax on his shoulders. 

The African's cocks were rock hard once again as 
Ghankay took his turn. As Damon shrieked out when the 
hot wax burnt his raw flesh Gyude replaced Ghankay and 
had his turn. The men took their time about burning the 
raw patches of flesh with the hot wax, swigging beer in 
between as Damon shrieked in a shrill but hoarse voice. 
And still the machines were retracting the ratchets 
stretching Damon' body tighter and tighter. 

Having covered both shoulder patches with hot candle 
wax the time was fast approaching for the days events 
to end. Koffa set both machines to run one hour on and 
two hours off throughout the rest of the night. 

Ghankay got the heavy weights and attached them to poor 
Damon's cock and balls so that they were being 
stretched down towards the floor. The dildo that was in 
his cunt had almost dropped out over the period of time 
so Gyude went to one of the cupboards and brought back 
a vicious looking butt plug together with a dildo gag. 

The butt plug was only six inches long but it was also 
that in width. It had a one inch wide flange all around 
the base and beyond the flange collar was a thick 
rubber ring. Gyude shoved the thick butt plug into 
Damon's cunt making the white soldier grunt as he did 
so. The flange was forced to close around the rubber 
ring as Gyude shoved it as far up Damon's hole as he 
could get it without losing grip of the ring. Then he 
twisted it and pulled it back out. The flange had 
opened up inside of Damon's cunt and now required 
considerable force to close it down the shaft of the 
dildo so that it would come out of Damon's hole. 

"I bet he won't get that out in a hurry," Gyude said. 

Ghankay had picked up the other dildo which was three 
inches thick and six inches long. It was attached to a 
leather strap. 

"Brothers I know you don't like scat but what say I 
shove this up my shit hole and get it well coated so 
that the poor white fucker has something tasty to suck 
on whilst he spends the night with it in his mouth?" 
Ghankay asked. 

Koffa and Gyude looked dubious about that but waited to 
hear what Baptiste had to say. Baptiste looked at 
Ghankay for a few moments then spoke. 

"You can stick that in his mouth after the rest of us 
have left. Do it then and you can cover it the way you 
say" he stated. 

Ghankay grinned delightedly, at last his master had 
agreed to a little scat play. He hoped over time that 
Baptiste would allow that sort of thing in their sex 
play together. 

Just then the counter showed three and a half inches 
and the red band was broader. A beeping sound came from 
both machines for one minute and then stopped. 

"They will be off for the next two hours and then 
switch on for an hour automatically," Koffa explained. 

Then Baptiste, Gyude and Koffa left for their quarters. 
Ghankay went to the bathroom where he was going to 
prepare the dildo gag. First he had a good crap and 
then instead of cleaning his shit hole he stuck the 
dildo up it. He twisted it around a lot and then pulled 
it out. The whole length of the six inch dildo was now 
covered in his shit. He smiled as he put it to one side 
whilst he cleaned himself thoroughly inside and out 
using the hosepipe for his internal clean up. 

He knew how fastidious Baptiste could be when it came 
to such things so he made sure that the water ran clear 
from his bowels before he finished the task. Then 
arming himself with the shit covered dildo gag he 
returned to young Damon who was lying groaning in pain 
suspended between the two metal frames. 

"Open you mouth cunt I've a treat here for you," 
Ghankay said, "I know what shit lovers you fucking 
whites are." 

Damon opened his mouth obediently, he could smell the 
stinking dildo but Ghankay was his master, the one who 
had to be obeyed. Ghankay shoved the shit covered dildo 
gag into Damon's mouth and then fastened the leather 
strap tightly behind the white man's head. Damon was 
forced to suck on that odious dildo whilst breathing 
through his nose. The poor young soldier's misery was 
now complete as Ghankay left the room switching the 
lights off behind him. 

Damon was now fixed to machines that every two hours 
throughout the night would switch themselves on for an 
hour in order to stretch Damon's body a further half 
inch before switching off an hour later. 

Ghankay returned to the private quarters to be treated 
with contempt by Koffa and Gyude which, as a black 
bitch, was all that he deserved. Koffa took him to the 
bathroom before retiring to bed. He pissed all over 
Ghankay and then finished up pissing down his throat. 
Ghankay loved it, that was how a bitch should be 
treated by his black master. Once Damon was snuffed his 
master might even start to torture him a bit. Ghankay's 
cock throbbed with excitement at the thought as 
Baptiste took him to bed. The master noticed the state 
of his bitch's throbbing cock before he started to fuck 
him. 

"Remember bitch, never shoot your load without my 
permission," he growled and this time he meant it. 

After a good fuck session Baptiste and Ghankay fell 
asleep but Ghankay was now sleeping on the floor, a 
place to which his master had relegated him. Koffa and 
Gyude were already sleeping soundly. 

Damon was not sleeping too well. His whole body ached 
with pain and the strain on his hands and his feet was 
intolerable whilst his cock and balls felt as if they 
were being ripped from his body by the roots. The dildo 
up his cunt was uncomfortable whilst the one in his 
mouth still tasted of shit. When he did drop off he was 
woken by the machines starting up as they stretched him 
a little more. 


CHAPTER TWENTY


Twelve hours later, that is to say at ten in the 
morning, the four black men returned to the main room. 
The dial on the counter was now showing five and a half 
inches and the red band was quite broad. They stood 
around Damon whose eyes were pleading for mercy and 
grinned as they saw the state that he was in. 

The machines had just switched off to begin yet another 
two hour rest. 

Damon's body was as taut as a bow string. The rings in 
his hands and feet were horizontal as the ratchets 
pulled hard on them. The muscles and veins in Damon's 
arms and legs were like cords running under his skin as 
the strain on them gradually increased. The skin in his 
armpits and around his hips was as tight as it possible 
could be. Slowly but surely his limbs were being pulled 
out of their sockets by the inexorable movement of the 
ratchets. 

The dildo was still firmly imbedded in the white 
soldier's cunt only the ring handle showing. His mouth 
was full of the dildo gag and the weights hung heavy 
from his cock and balls. So taut was Damon's body now 
that it did not even sag under the weights attached to 
his private parts. Underneath the poor young soldier 
was a wet patch where he had pissed on the floor. 

His bald skull gleamed in the electric lighting looking 
very strange with no ears. Two vivid red patches on his 
shoulders, partly covered by white wax, showed clearly 
whilst around his biceps were four inch wide bands of 
raw flesh. 

"Turn on the machines and reset them for continuous 
movement," Baptiste ordered Koffa. "I'll deal with the 
top one and you can reset the other one." 

They quickly reset the machines and once again, very 
slowly at half an inch per hour, the ratchets were 
being drawn back. Damon's body was covered in a fine 
film of sweat as the pain was becoming intolerable. 
However it was not the sort of pain that caused one to 
lose consciousness, the Liberians were too clever for 
that. They had, of course, had plenty of experience in 
torturing their victims and keeping them conscious and 
alert most of the time. 

"I wonder what would happen if we cut the skin under 
his pits where it is stretched so tightly?" Ghankay 
mused. 

"Let's leave that for a while," Baptiste said, "I'm 
more interested in seeing whether the skin and flesh 
rips when his limbs are pulled out of their sockets." 

"We could be left with a body having no arms or legs," 
Gyude giggled, "wow what a sight that would be" he 
said. 

They all laughed at the thought as they pulled up 
chairs and sat down watching the agony of the white 
soldier. 

"I'm going to remove his gag, I want to hear how he 
feels," Ghankay said. "If he's still alive at the end 
of the day he can have it back with a fresh coating of 
shit." 

When he said that Gyude and Koffa looked very 
uncomfortable and Koffa screwed his face up in disgust. 

"Fucking hell Ghankay I just don't know what your 
fascination with fucking shit is," Koffa said as 
Ghankay started to unstrap the dildo gag. 

"Leave him Koffa," Baptiste said sharply, "it takes all 
sorts to make the world go round. Just because playing 
with shit turns him on doesn't mean you have to like it 
and he's not trying to foist it onto you." 

"I think it's fucking disgusting," remarked Gyude, 
"fucking hell, playing with shit, ugh" he said screwing 
his own face up in disgust. 

"If you two continue Ghankay and myself will fucking 
make you eat our shit," Baptiste warned in a voice that 
made his friends pay attention to his words. "Now let's 
play with this white slut whilst we're still able to," 
he said bringing the subject to a close. 

Ghankay had removed the dildo gag from Damon's mouth 
and listened with increasing excitement to the exchange 
between Baptiste and the other two. It was the first 
time that Baptiste had defended Ghankay's peculiar 
obsession with shit. 

He now looked down at poor Damon who was moaning and 
mumbling incomprehensibly. 

"Had a good night have you slut, how do you like the 
growth treatment we're giving you?" Ghankay asked the 
poor man mockingly as he put his hand under Damon's 
chin and forced the soldier's head up so that he could 
stare into the pain filled eyes. 

"Not answering today slut, have you lost your tongue?" 
he asked and started to laugh uproariously at his own 
poor joke. 

"Well I think you'll find it's another fun filled day," 
he said letting Damon's head fall back down between his 
stretched arms. 

"Let's all have some beers," Baptiste said "and then 
see how full we can get the whore's body with our piss. 
That butt plug should keep it in him whenever our 
bladders are empty." 

"I'll call the guard and get us some beer," Ghankay 
said eagerly. 

"Better still you go and fetch it Ghankay" Baptiste 
replied his cruel nature requiring that he demonstrate 
that, though they are all supposedly friends and 
equals, Ghankay is his bitch twenty four hours a day. 

Ghankay bit his lower lip as he stood up and started to 
walk out to the main door. These little acts of 
humiliation that Baptiste made him suffer did hit home 
despite the fact that he loved being the man's bitch. 

"Fucking move yourself Ghankay," Baptiste called after 
his bitch and Ghankay started to trot instead of walk. 

Koffa and Gyude sniggered as they watched but quickly 
stopped when Baptiste's cold unblinking eyes rested on 
them. 

Ghankay returned after a short time accompanied by two 
guards each carrying a crate of beer. The guards stared 
in amazement at Damon. This was the first time that 
they had seen the stretcher working and both of them 
immediately sported erections. Baptiste noticed that as 
they put the crates down. 

"You two can get relieved when you leave here. Then 
have plenty of drink as I may let you have a bit of fun 
later" he said approving of their erections. 

"Is Samuel on duty?" he asked referring to the cook 
with the very large cock who was keeping one of his 
fellow cooks sexually happy. 

"Yes master he is," one of the guards, both of whom had 
big smiles on their black faces, replied. 

"Tell him to get relieved, let his bitch take his 
place," Baptiste said making sure that the staff 
realised that their master knew everything that went on 
in the camp. "Tell him that he can drink plenty and 
then put his cock to good use on this white slut when 
we call him." 

"Yes master," the guard answered as the both quickly 
left the building laughing and talking. 

Baptiste knew that by giving members of his staff 
little treats like this it kept them happy and loyal. 
It was staff members of course who had told him of the 
antics of Ghankay during the week he was alone with 
Damon. Equally they knew that if they let him down he 
could be quite ruthless as was shown when he castrated 
a guard and had him shot. 

The four friends now opened bottles of beer (it was a 
local brew) and started to knock it back. As they drank 
they heard Damon's moans of pain get louder as 
imperceptibly his arms and legs continued to be 
stretched between the two metal frames. As the four men 
were laughing and joking the counter clicked over to 
show six inches. 

Now six inches may not seem much to have stretched the 
human body but it must be remembered that Damon's body 
was already held very taut between the two frames 
before the measuring began. In such an instance six 
inches more was quite a lot of stretching and this was 
to continue all day. 

The four friends had consumed a couple of bottles of 
beer each and started on their third. Koffa had been 
sitting back deep in thought and now he put voice to 
his thoughts. 

"Let's each of us sign our names on the cunt's body 
choosing which ever part we want," he suggested. 

Baptiste took a long swig of beer. 

"I'm going to sign his forehead," he announced. 

"I'll get you a knife," Ghankay volunteered jumping to 
his feet, "which one would you like?" 

"I think the very thin bladed one would be best for 
this," Baptiste replied. 

So Ghankay went to one of the cupboards and came back 
bearing a small knife that had a very thin blade which 
ended in a sharp point. 

"Any wagers as to whose signature will be best?" 
Baptiste asked. 

"No point" grumbled Gyude you'll always beat us at that 
sort of thing. 

"Okay just for the fun of it to pass time," Baptiste 
said. 

Then he turned to Ghankay. 

"Hey Ghankay will you come and hold the white whore's 
head up whilst I sign his forehead?" he asked his 
friend and bitch. 

Ghankay nodded his agreement and then went across to 
Damon. He straddled the white soldier's body just below 
his shoulders and his legs were long enough for his 
feet to rest on the ground. He bent forward as Baptiste 
stood in front of Damon and placed his hands under the 
white soldier's chin. Then he pulled his hands 
backwards and upwards so that Damon's head was forced 
back towards him. He kept a very firm grip of the sides 
of Damon's face just below the chin. 

Baptiste grinned at his friend and then, holding the 
knife as if it were a pen, he stuck the sharp point 
into Damon's forehead. A bead of blood appeared as 
Damon tried to move his head but Ghankay was holding it 
too firmly for that. Then Baptiste traced a large B on 
Damon's forehead the outline showing up clearly by the 
red blood that marked the passage of the knife. 

Next came a small 'a', then a 'p' as Baptiste slowly 
inscribed his name across the white soldier's forehead. 
He took his time as he wanted to make a neat job of it 
but at last it was done. He then went back to his chair 
and swigged down more beer as his friends congratulated 
him on his handiwork. 

Koffa was the next. He decided that he would inscribe 
Damon's left buttock and took up his position. Damon's 
moans of pain were much louder, whether because of the 
stretching or the carving it was very hard to tell. 
Koffa inscribed his name in large capital letters on 
the buttock, K O F F A. 

By order of seniority Gyude went next, after all a 
bitch must always come last. He was going to sign with 
a swagger he announced to his friends who started to 
laugh. They knew how poor Gyude was with the knife. 

Just then the counter clicked over to show 'six and a 
half' as the machines continued to blindly obey orders. 

Damon's head was hanging down towards the floor and 
spittle was running from his mouth as the pain in his 
body got worse and worse each cruel minute that passed. 

Gyude decided that he would sign down one side of 
Damon's back. He stuck the point of the knife in, a bit 
too deeply really. Then he started to try and used 
joined up writing to inscribe 'Gyude'. Unfortunately he 
was only half way round the 'g' when the knife slipped 
and cut a jagged line across Damon's back. The cut was 
deep and started to bleed copiously. 

"Shit," cursed Gyude very annoyed. 

"Use capital letters Gyude," Koffa advised, "it's much 
easier than trying to write the way you are." 

"Okay, I'll start again, this time on his other side," 
Gyude said moving to Damon's right side. 

This time the African was more successful as he carved 
the first letter of his name 'G'. Then slowly and 
laboriously he carved the remaining letters. At times 
the knife cut deeply into Damon's flesh and the young 
soldier's back was now covered in blood. 

"Shit man," grumbled Ghankay as he took the knife from 
Gyude "you've made a right fucking mess of that." 

"Shut up bitch," snarled Gyude, "if I want your opinion 
I'll ask for it." 

"Last warning Gyude" Baptiste said menacingly, "one 
more remark like that and I will deal with you in a way 
you won't like. How'd you like the staff to use you as 
a shithouse for an afternoon?" 

Gyude was visibly shaken by that. To him nothing, but 
nothing, was as revolting and demeaning as playing with 
shit. The thought of the staff using him as a shithouse 
made him want to vomit. 

"Sorry Baptiste, I'm real sorry Ghankay I should never 
have said that," he said apologetically. "I guess I was 
angry at myself for making such a cock up of it." 

"Okay Gyude, forget it," Ghankay said with a grin, "I 
guess I should have kept my thoughts to myself." 

In fact Ghankay was singing inside as he heard Baptiste 
threaten punishment using shit as a weapon for the 
first time since he'd known him. He was sure that 
Baptiste would use him for more than pissing into 
before much more time had passed. 

Ghankay decided to sign the back of Damon's left thigh. 
Carefully he inscribed his name in large capital 
letters 'G H A N K A Y'. He made a very neat job of it 
and each letter had only a very thing bead of red blood 
around it. 

Damon was still mumbling and moaning as he felt the 
knife cutting through his flesh. 

They were now on their fourth bottle of beer as the 
counter clicked over again. It now showed 'seven'. 

"Shit look at his armpits they're fucking trembling," 
Ghankay said. 

His three friends joined him to see what was happening. 
Clearly the ratchets were beginning to pull something 
away under the young man's skin. Damon was managing 
short screams and yelps now as his tendons were being 
stretched intolerably. His thighs were also pulsating 
from the strain and the black men were delighted that 
things were progressing so well. 

"Noughts and crosses," Koffa said. "Let's play noughts 
and crosses on him." 

"Shit yeah," Baptiste agreed instantly, "there's plenty 
of room on his back." 

"Don't mess my signature up," Gyude warned as the other 
three laughed at that. 

Then Gyude turned to Ghankay. 

"Go and get us three more knives Ghankay," he ordered. 

For a moment Ghankay almost told Gyude to go and get 
stuffed. Prior to becoming a bitch no fucker would have 
spoken to him like that, apart from maybe Baptiste. But 
Ghankay bit on his tongue and trotted away to get the 
knives. He was after all Baptiste's bitch now and had 
to obey the orders of REAL men. 

He returned with the knives and then Koffa and Baptiste 
started off. They made the usual noughts and crosses 
board by carving it between the two squares on Damon's 
shoulder. Baptiste carved the first cross in the centre 
Koffa chose the top right hand corner for his circle. A 
few deft moves and Baptiste triumphantly drew a neat 
line down the centre three square with the knife. 

"Mine I think," he said. 

Then they agreed that the winner would always carve the 
first initial of his name over the board he had just 
won. So Baptiste carved a large B over the board. The 
knife was biting deeper now and a lot of blood was 
seeping from the wounds in Damon's shoulders. The black 
men were not at all worried about that as Baptiste and 
Gyude now played a game. They carved the new board a 
little lower than the first and once again it finished 
with a triumphant B being carved over the board. Then 
it was Ghankay and Baptiste to have a go and Ghankay 
managed to win that one so he carved a G over the 
board. 

Damon's back was now a mass of red bloody lines as the 
four men carved away at his flesh. They were drinking 
beer, whooping and laughing and generally having a good 
time whilst the poor young soldier that they were 
working on continued to get stretched. 

"I'm needing a fucking piss," Koffa announced, "my 
fucking bladder is ready to burst." 

"Okay brother's let's start filling this whore's 
belly," Baptiste said. 

Koffa was now standing between Damon's stretched legs. 
The tension on them was almost visible as the skin 
seemed to be trembling. Damon's groans were now 
intermingled with loud cries of pain as he could feel 
his arms and legs being pulled out of their sockets. 
Now his words could be clearly hear, albeit in the 
funny way of speaking he had since losing his tongue. 

"Help me, oh please god help me, let me die god, 
please, please let me die," young Damon was praying as 
the pain was reaching a terrible peak. 

"The heathen white bitch is praying to a fucking god" 
Ghankay crowed. "Listen white scum the only fucking 
gods around here are us and there's not much point in 
you praying to us" he said mockingly to the white man 
who had now found more tears to shed. 

His whole body seemed to be trembling under the tension 
that he was under as the counter moved to seven and a 
half. 

"Do you think he'll last out until tomorrow" Gyude 
asked anxiously whilst Koffa pulled the thick dildo out 
of the white man's cunt. 

"Sure he will, his arms and legs are not yet out of the 
sockets," Baptiste answered. "I wonder how far his skin 
will stretch once they've been ripped out?" he said in 
a thoughtful voice. 

Koffa was not worried about Damon's predicament, he 
needed a piss too badly. He shoved his cock up Damon's 
cunt and started to fill the soldier's bowels with his 
hot piss. Whilst he was doing that Ghankay and Gyude 
were playing a game of noughts and crosses on the small 
of Damon's back. Once again Ghankay won and inscribed a 
large G. 

"How the fuck will you know when I win because I'll use 
G as well?" Gyude asked. 

"Well if you win carve GY," Ghankay suggested just as 
Koffa finished pissing. 

"Whose next," the black man asked and Gyude immediately 
scrambled between Damon's spread legs to stand next to 
his friend. 

He held his cock close to the entrance to Damon's cunt 
and as soon as Koffa's cock was removed he shoved his 
own in thus preventing the piss from spilling. Then he 
too started too piss and his hot urine joined Koffa's 
in Damon's bowels. There was so much that it was 
surging back into the white man's belly which now began 
to swell. Damon was moaning and groaning and calling on 
god to deliver him from these men. 

Baptiste followed Gyude and the handover was just as 
slick. He shoved his thick cock deep into Damon's body 
and then started to piss. Both men before him had 
pissed for three or four minutes and Baptiste was no 
different. His hot urine flowed out of his cock in one 
steady yellow stream and now Damon was beginning to 
look as if he was pregnant as he cried aloud in agony. 

Then Ghankay emptied his bladder into young Damon. He 
had a really good long piss, more than five minutes, 
and the small veins in Damon's belly were showing as 
his tummy swelled even more. When Ghankay pulled his 
cock out of Damon's cunt he shoved the thick butt plug 
back in effectively stopping any piss from escaping. 

As soon as each man had finished pissing they picked up 
a beer and started to drink again. 

"What's on the cards for tomorrow?" Ghankay asked as he 
swigged down a beer. 

"I think castration is the order of the day," grinned 
Baptiste. 

"Will we have some cock play to start with," Gyude 
asked anxiously, "I want to see how many times I can 
make the whore cum by using things to excite him down 
his piss tube." 

"Don't you worry Gyude there will be all the time you 
can possible want to play with him that way. In fact I 
think that after we've had the guards and the cook in 
this afternoon we will turn the slut over so that he's 
face up between the stretchers" Baptiste said. 

"That will stop us using weights on his bollocks 
tonight won't it?" Koffa asked taking a big swig of his 
beer. 

"No not at all," Baptiste replied, "the weights will 
hang between his legs. In fact it will probably be a 
lot more painful that way. Ghankay make sure that you 
use the fifty pound weights on the cunt tonight," he 
ordered. 

They sat for a while watching Damon's strained body 
twitching and listening to his mumbled cries of 
distress and prayers to some white god for merciful 
relief. 

Then the counter flicked over again. Eight inches was 
the figure now showing. 

Baptiste called out and a guard came running in. He 
told him to tell the three men he had already chosen 
that they could now come in and fill the white whore 
with their piss. A few minutes later the chosen three 
entered with big grins and even bigger erections. 
Baptiste explained to them that he wanted them to empty 
their bladders inside the white man's cunt and the last 
one to do so must replace the butt plug. All three men 
quickly dropped their tattered shorts to reveal that 
they were wearing fuck all underneath. The cooks cock 
was huge and dripping pre-cum as it throbbed with 
excitement as the man looked at the state Damon was in. 

"You're a horny bastard Samuel," Baptiste said. "You 
piss in the fucker last and then you can wank yourself 
off over the white slut. I'm sure you'll still be able 
to fuck your black bitch tonight." 

Samuel, the cook, flashed a big smile at Baptiste and 
his white teeth gleamed in the light. One of the guards 
got between Damon's legs, pulled out the butt plug and 
shoved his big black cock up the white man's cunt. He 
leant backwards slightly with his eyes closed as he 
started to relieve himself. He'd been drinking vast 
quantities of beer and his bladder had been near to 
bursting. His hot yellow piss burst from his cock into 
Damon's bowels like a raging river. 

As the piss entered Damon's belly he started to cry out 
even louder for mercy but the guard just carried on 
pissing. After a few minutes his bladder was empty and 
he called to his friend to get ready for the change 
over. The second guard stood next to him between 
Damon's legs and, as his comrade withdrew his cock from 
the white slut's cunt, he thrust his straight in. Then 
he too started to piss. 

Damon's belly was now hanging down below him like a 
huge balloon. It seemed a miracle that the skin did not 
split as it was stretched so thinly. His arms also 
seemed as if they were almost pulled from their sockets 
as the skin around his armpits and shoulders seemed to 
be stretching like elastic. Damon was bathed in sweat 
and making short hoarse screams as every inch of his 
body was giving him pain, the sort of pain it is hard 
to imagine. 

The guard had finished pissing and now the cook took 
over. He shoved his long thick cock as far up Damon's 
cunt as he could get it and then he too started to 
piss. 

As the cook's strong flow of hot urine forced his belly 
to swell even more Damon kept mumbling "stop, stop, oh 
god please make it stop." 

The cook was happy as he saw the terrible state Damon 
was in. He was one of those who loved the evil nature 
of Baptiste ad loved to watch him torture his victims 
whenever he was allowed. He had been drinking 
continuously since being told that he could piss in the 
white slut. His bladder was full to overflowing and he 
pissed every drop into the white soldier's body. 

Once his bladder was empty he called to one of the 
guards to pass him the butt plug. As he removed his 
thick long cock from Damon's cunt he shoved the thick 
butt plug back in. Despite this and because Damon's 
bowels were so full of piss some of it did spill out 
but once the pug was in place the flow stopped. 

Samuel, the cook, now looked across at Baptiste as he 
stood between Damon's legs with his fully erect cock 
throbbing. 

"You want to wank over the white slut you do it," 
Baptiste said with a grin, "go around to his head and 
shoot your load over his face and maybe in his mouth 
whilst one of the guards holds it up." 

Samuel immediately scrambled out from Damon's legs and 
went to his head whilst one of the two guards straddled 
the white man and pulled his head up and backwards so 
that Damon's face was looking at Samuel's big black 
cock as the man began to masturbate. Whilst he was 
masturbating Ghankay made a suggestion. 

"Why not get the guards to shoot their loads into the 
holes in the sides of his head where his ears used to 
be?" he asked. 

"They're certainly as horny as Samuel," Baptiste 
agreed. 

Then he called to the guards and asked them if they 
would like to do just that when Samuel had finished. 
Both of them, grinning widely, said that they sure 
would. Then Samuel started to shoot his load. 

His thick off white cream came shooting out of his cock 
and into Damon's eyes, over his nose and cheeks and 
mouth. Then the guard forced his mouth open by holding 
Damon's nose and Samuel shot a load of his cum in there 
too. As the guard released Damon's nose the white slut 
swallowed the thick cum and then opened his mouth wide 
in case there was more. 

The unhappy and badly tortured white soldier did not 
want to swallow more cum, in fact he wanted fuck all to 
do now but to die. It was just a reflex action on his 
part as his brain told him that it was his duty to keep 
these black masters happy. Samuel managed to shoot just 
a little more cum and all of this he shot into Damon's 
open mouth. 

Having emptied his balls he took over from the guard at 
holding Damon's head up. The randy guards stood either 
side of the white man's head and started to masturbate 
their throbbing cocks. After a few minutes of hard 
rough rubbing they started to shoot their loads. Their 
aims were good and most of the thick nigger cream went 
into the holes in the sides of Damon's head and 
trickled down into his inner ear drum. Damon's 
attention was elsewhere as now his hips were pulled out 
of their sockets by the never ending and always 
increasing pressure from the machines. 

The counter clicked over to eight and a half inches as 
the guards and the cook left the room very happy and 
satisfied black men. 

" Koffa any problems with our turning him over?" 
Baptiste asked the expert on the stretching machines. 

"No we will have to let the ratchets out slightly so 
that we can fix him back to them once he's turned," 
Koffa said, "but if we tell the machines to save the 
current settings once he is properly secured they will 
return to those settings to continue from where they 
were stopped." 

"Let's do that brothers," Baptiste said. 

Koffa saved the settings on both machines and then told 
Baptiste what to do to let the ratchets out. Then he 
and Baptiste pressed the necessary controls and the 
ratchets quickly moved out a quarter of inch from each 
end and Damon's body sagged almost to the floor. It was 
now clear that his shoulders and hips had been pulled 
from their sockets as they moved and made big bulges 
under his skin. Damon was not screaming, mumbling or 
praying. He was just sobbing bitterly. 

The four men quickly turned him over and fastened the 
swivels back into the rings on his hands and feet. Then 
Baptiste and Koffa pressed the start button on the 
stretching control panels and very quickly the ratchets 
were withdrawn to the point they had reached when they 
were stopped. Damon's body was stretched out and the 
sag disappeared as if by magic as the ratchets resumed 
from the eight and a half inches point. 

The bulges from the shoulder joints and hip joints 
disappeared as Damon's limbs were pulled straight out. 
However Damon's belly was swelled so much that it 
looked like a small mountain. The hole of his belly 
button had all but disappeared as the skin of his belly 
was stretched out tightly. Blue and red veins covered 
his belly as the skin was stretched so thin that it was 
almost translucent. 

"I bet you feel like a good shit now don't you slut" 
Ghankay crowed as he patted Damon's bulging tummy. 

All the white man could do was groan pitifully as the 
black man stood mockingly over him. Damon's head was 
now thrown backwards and hung down towards the floor. 
The skin covering his shoulder and hip joints was now 
stretching like elastic. 

"The white slut looks far too comfortable and happy" 
Baptiste remarked "I think he needs to be woken up. 
Fetch a couple of canes Ghankay." 

Like the obedient black bitch that he was, Ghankay 
trotted away to get the canes from one of the 
cupboards. 

"Okay brothers," Baptiste said taking one of the canes, 
"let's see how the fucker enjoys being caned across his 
belly. Twenty five strokes each, two of us at a time 
either side of him and concentrate on his piss filled 
guts." 

"Gyude you can partner Ghankay whilst Koffa and me will 
start," Baptiste said. 

Gyude looked rather uncomfortable because he'd not 
really come to terms with the fact that Ghankay was a 
black bitch. 

Baptiste and Koffa stood either side of Damon and 
raised their canes shoulder high. Poor Damon was 
mumbling, "no, no, oh god please don't let this 
happen," as Baptiste brought his cane swishing down 
through the air. 

It cut into poor Damon's tightly stretched skin cutting 
straight through the very thin covering and biting into 
the white man's flesh. Damon managed a scream of sheer 
pain as this new agony started. Koffa brought his cane 
down with the same result. Now Damon had two deep red 
lines across his swollen belly, both lines were 
bleeding. Each man took about thirty seconds to deliver 
their stroke of the cane and so, for the next twenty 
five minutes, Damon was beaten mercilessly with the two 
canes.

Baptiste and Koffa were covered in sweat by the time 
that they had completed their task. Damon's belly was a 
mass of deep red lines and his body was covered in 
blood as he lay being stretched between the two metal 
frames. Then Ghankay and Gyude took their place either 
side of Damon and they too beat him mercilessly with 
the two canes. Despite his severe treatment Damon had 
still not lost consciousness and was fully aware, 
unfortunately for him, of all that was happening. If 
there was a hell on earth then Damon was certainly in 
it now. 

Just over fifty minutes had passed since the caning had 
started and a minute or two later the counter showed 
nine inches. It was now five in the afternoon. 

"I think our white friend is thirsty" Baptiste said as 
he looked closely at the groaning white man. Every now 
and then Damon uttered a sharp cry as an extra shard of 
pain passed through his tortured body. 

Baptiste called to one of the guards and instructed him 
to bring a bucket and a funnel. The guard quickly 
obeyed and returned with a metal bucket and a small 
plastic funnel that he had got from the kitchen. 

"I've an idea but I don't know if it will work," 
Ghankay said. 

"Let's hear it then," Baptiste replied. 

"Could we attach the white whore's cock by a cord to 
one of the ratchets and his balls to the other so they 
also get stretched along with the rest of his body?" 
Ghankay asked. 

"Fucking shit why didn't we think of that earlier" 
Koffa said excitedly. "Course we can do that, let's do 
it Baptiste shall we?" he asked. 

Baptiste agreed of course and they fixed a cord to 
Damon's bollocks and another to the ring through his 
cock. Then they put the cords through the left and 
right swivels to which his feet were attached. They 
pulled the cords as tightly as they could so that 
Damon's bollocks were stretched horizontally and his 
cock was the same. 

Young Damon was again screaming as even more pain 
flooded through his body. Once the cords were secured 
to the swivels Damon's cock and balls were being 
stretched all the time, his balls to the left and his 
cock to the right. Damon was crying uncontrollably from 
the pain. 

"Ghankay stick this bucket under the bastard and remove 
the butt plug" Baptiste ordered, "make sure you catch 
all the piss in the bucket we don't want any going to 
waste." 

Ghankay grinned as he got between Damon's legs. He held 
the bucket close to the white man's shit hole and then 
removed the butt plug. For a moment nothing happened 
and then, with a loud farting noise, the piss started 
to shoot out of Damon's cunt and into the bucket. 

Because the white man had not eaten for a while the 
contents that emerged was almost all liquid. A dirty 
yellow brown in colour and stinking to high heaven. It 
was amazing the way that Damon's bloody belly subsided 
as the piss poured out of his hole. When his guts were 
empty Ghankay got out from between his legs and stood 
the piss filled bucket on the floor. 

"Okay we start giving the cunt a drink" Baptiste 
announced. "Once of us holds his head up whilst another 
pours some of the piss from the bucket into the funnel 
that we will put in his mouth. We'll take turns at 
pouring because we don't want to overdo it and let the 
piss spill onto the floor." 

And that is what they did. They stuck the funnel into 
Damon's mouth so that the long thin pipe end was down 
his throat. One man held his head up, another held the 
funnel steady whilst a third poured some of the 
stinking piss from the bucket. It flowed down the 
funnel and into poor Damon's throat. If he were not too 
choke he had to swallow and, despite his strong and 
real desire to die, his brain made him swallow. 

The taste of the odious mixture that he had expelled 
from his guts was nothing like the strong taste of piss 
straight from a nigger cock which he had so enjoyed in 
the past. This was terrible but he had to swallow it 
little by little and once again his guts were being 
filled up. It took all of forty five minutes for the 
bucket of piss to be emptied. The men had been careful 
not to spill a drop, they wanted their guest to drink 
it all because they were sure he was very thirsty. 

Once that task was over the four black men sat down 
again looking at the tortured body of their victim. 
They were laughing and joking about the way his whole 
body looked. Damon's ribs were standing out starkly 
from the terrible strain that he was undergoing. 

Then Gyude noticed a slight dribble of blood from the 
corner of Damon's mouth and drew his friend's attention 
to it. Baptiste looked very carefully and then he 
grinned. 

"Looks as if his lip got cut when we were quenching his 
thirst, nothing to be concerned about. This cunt will 
last well into tomorrow." 

They started to poke and prod parts of his body. They 
could now feel the white soldier's shoulder joints 
where they had been pulled from the sockets and also 
his hip joints were now well clear of their sockets 
too. The skin that covered them was stretched like thin 
elastic and all his sinews and muscles were also thinly 
stretched. His cock had turned blue from the terrific 
strain it was under and his balls were large and 
swollen already. The holes in his hands and feet were 
no longer circular but were now oblong due to the 
constant pressure of the metal rings being pulled 
against his flesh. 

Whilst the men were admiring their handiwork the 
counter clicked over once again. Nine and a half inches 
was now showing. 

They decided that as they had not eaten all day they 
would now go and have a good meal. They also agreed 
that they would leave Damon as he was but would switch 
the machine at his head off. The one at his feet would 
be left working as they wanted his cock and balls to be 
well and truly stretched by the time they returned in 
the morning. So for the rest of the night Damon was 
being stretched at one quarter of an inch an hour. 

The four black friends left for their quarters and a 
pleasant evening watching real life torture videos. One 
they selected was particularly gruesome as it featured 
the torture and rape of two very young teen boys. One 
of the boys was white and the other appeared to be a 
young Arab. Two white men, a black man and a Chinese 
man were the torturers and rapists. The scenes were too 
horrible to describe here but got all four black men 
thoroughly aroused. Ghankay in his duties as a black 
bitch had to suck Gyude and Koffa and make them cum. 
Then he retired to bed with Baptiste who fucked him for 
more than an hour. Later when Ghankay was laying on the 
floor by his master's bed Baptiste leant over him and 
spoke. 

"You're a real good bitch Ghankay," he said, "when 
we've finished with this white slut and before we get 
the guys from the interrogation centre I'll spend a 
couple of days alone with you. I may even allow you to 
be my toilet during that time." 

Then he rolled over and went to sleep. Ghankay had a 
big smile on his face and a warm feeling in his body as 
he heard his master's words. Then he too fell asleep. 

Damon was in terrible agony as his lower body continued 
to be stretched slowly but surely all night. His cock 
and balls in particular were painful as it felt as if 
they were being pulled out by the roots. 

He did not sleep all night. 


CHAPTER TWENTY ONE


The four friends returned to the main room at ten in 
the morning. The counter showed thirteen and a half 
inches now, so Damon's body had been stretched a 
further four inches during the night. His face was 
chalk white, gaunt and haggard. His eyes were bright as 
if from a fever. His mouth was opening and closing like 
a fish out of water and his lips were cracked and 
parched. His body, at first glance, appeared perfectly 
normal. 

A closer look revealed that the muscle, sinews and skin 
which normally surrounded his shoulder and hip joints 
was now stretched like a thin cord and there was a 
clear space between his limbs and their sockets 
disguised by that thin cord. His balls were stretched 
out painfully and any normal person would have winced 
as they looked because of the state they were in. 

His nuts were swollen inside the terribly stretched 
scrotum. His cock was still attached to his body, god 
knows how it had managed to be so. It was stretched to 
its limit and there was a large pool of piss beneath 
the young white soldier as he had got rid of the urine 
that he had been forced to drink from the bucket. 

All in all Damon was in a terribly state and his throat 
was so dry and parched so that he couldn't even groan 
properly now. Baptiste looked at the white man and 
called out and one of the guards came running. In a 
short time he returned carrying a large jug of water. 
Baptiste gave the guard an order and he used a cloth 
dipped in the water to bathe Damon's lips. 

Then he poured a little of the water into Damon's mouth 
and the white man swallowed it gratefully. He poured 
more in and Damon swallowed that too. Before long the 
jug was empty. Then Baptiste ordered the guard to come 
back in four hours and give Damon more water. He was to 
do that every four hours until further orders. With 
that the guard left. 

"It's okay brothers I've not gone soft," Baptiste 
laughed. "Without water the cunt would have gone into a 
coma and would not have come round again. I want the 
white slut alive and kicking right up to the last 
moment. He doesn't need food but he must have water and 
that's what the slut will get." 

"We could have pissed in him," Gyude grumbled. 

"Gyude one day you will learn" Baptiste replied, "if 
you want the fucker alive it's pure water he must have 
and fuck all else. Piss in him in the state he's in now 
and you will just help him to die quickly. That's what 
the whore wants but it is not want I want so it's water 
and not piss from now on. Understand?" 

"Yeah brother I guess I wasn't thinking," Gyude 
answered. 

Baptiste grunted. 

"Now I'm giving you a couple of hours to show us how 
you think this whore can be milked. After that a brief 
rest and then I'm going to castrate him and cut off his 
cock," Baptiste announced. 

Young Damon heard this, understood exactly what 
Baptiste had said, but did not react in any way. He was 
too full of pain to worry about any more that might be 
heaped on him. With luck he would die whilst Baptiste 
was castrating him. That would bring him blessed relief 
he thought. 

"Ok Baptiste," Gyude said, "although you may let it go 
a bit longer if it works. I heard somewhere that if you 
push a thick stick, say half an inch across, down 
someone's cock and start fucking him with it you can 
make him cum time after time without him even getting 
hard. That's what I want to try." 

Ghankay now produced a glass. 

"I've brought this with me so that we can collect any 
cum the slut produces and then, at the end, he can 
drink it all back down" Ghankay said with a grin. 

Gyude looked annoyed, mainly because he had not thought 
of that himself but also because it was the black bitch 
who had suggested it. 

"Well I suppose we can do that," he said sourly. 

"It's a fucking good idea Ghankay," said Baptiste, "we 
milk the fucker and then make him drink it. Yeah that 
sounds real good to me." 

"I'd like his cock taken off the stretcher Koffa," 
Gyude requested. "Better take his balls off as well 
otherwise his nuts might not produce the milk." 

Koffa halted the machine, let the ratchets out just 
enough to unhook Damon's cock and balls, and then 
started it up again. It immediately returned the 
ratchets to the position they were in when the machine 
stopped. At the same time Baptiste started to top 
machine which now started to stretched Damon by his 
hands. Once again the poor white soldier was being 
stretched at the rate of half and inch an hour. 

Gyude now produced a box in which there were several 
small metal poles varying in length from six inches to 
twelve inches and in thickness from a quarter of an 
inch to a full four inches across. One or two had a 
pimpled affect down there entire length and the top of 
the 'pimples' were sharp. 

The black man selected a pole that was tapered. One end 
was less than one eighth of an inch across but the 
thick end was two inches across. It was nine inches 
long. Gyude took hole of Damon's limp cock and pushed 
the thin end into his piss slit. He wriggled it around 
slightly until he found the opening to the piss tube 
and then he pushed the pole down the urethra. Damon was 
groaning with pain but not pain from this operation as 
it did not hurt him at all. 

Gyude kept pushing on the pole until about six inches 
of it was down Damon's cock. The shaft was about an 
inch across at this point and the lips of Damon's piss 
slit looked as if they were sucking on the metal tube. 

Damon's cock started to stiffen as Gyude began to move 
the metal pole up and down the urethra. 

"I thought he was supposed to remain soft," Koffa 
remarked. 

"I think that happens after he's shot his first load," 
Gyude replied as he worked the metal post up and down 
Damon's piss tube. 

Damon's cock was fully erect now and was hurting Damon 
a lot. The young man managed now to start a low 
screaming noise as his terribly stretched cock sent 
agonising pains through his body. The white soldier's 
cock was throbbing as Gyude worked the metal pole up 
and down and his three friends were closing around to 
get a good view of the action. 

"Hold the glass ready," Gyude said to Ghankay and the 
man held it just below Damon's cock head. 

Then a white creamy load of spurt started to run out of 
Damon's cock as Gyude removed the metal pole. It did 
not shoot out as happened when the cock was masturbated 
but just seemed to ooze out like oil from a broken 
pipe. Ghankay was holding the glass close to Damon's 
cock head and the sperm ran into it. The amount that 
oozed out was surprising, it just seemed to keep on 
coming. When Damon's cock stopped leaking the cum there 
was an eighth of an inch in the bottom of the glass. 

Gyude now selected a different metal pole. This one, 
still about nine inches long, was one inch wide for 
it's entire length. Damon's cock was now soft once 
again. Gyude took hold of it and started to try and 
force the metal pole between the lips. They were 
reluctant to open wide enough to take the pole so Gyude 
pressed down either side of them with his fingers 
forcing the lips further apart. Damon screamed more 
loudly in his peculiar sounding voice as the metal pole 
was forced into his urethra. Then Gyude pushed it hard 
down so that more than seven inches of the pole was 
down his piss tube. 

He started to work it up and down but Damon's cock did 
not stiffen, in fact it seemed to shrink. This did not 
deter Gyude who kept working the pole up and down. 
Then, as Damon groaned and moaned, cum started to ooze 
from his cock. Gyude removed the pole as Ghankay held 
the glass against the white soldier's cock head and 
started to collect the sperm. 

"Well I'll be fucked" exclaimed Baptiste truly 
surprised. "The slut's cock has not even stiffened and 
look at the bastard cum" he said as oodles of cum oozed 
out of Damon's cock which was laying limply on his 
belly with the lip of the glass just beneath the 
leaking cock head. 

"Try that again Gyude, see if the fucker comes again" 
Koffa said just as amazed as the rest of them. 

"I'll use a thicker pole this time," Gyude said as he 
picked up a fifteen inch long pole which started at one 
end being an eighth of an inch across and ended up at 
the other end three inches across. 

"Let's see how much of this the white whore takes 
before he cums again," chuckled Gyude who was wallowing 
in the limelight. 

He pushed the thin end of the pole into the lips of 
Damon's cock and it entered very easily. Then he 
started to push it down the urethra until more than 
eight inches was inserted. At eight inches the pole was 
almost two inches thick and Damon's piss slit looked as 
if it would split to take the thick post. Then Gyude 
started to work it up and down again as Damon's cock 
remained soft. 

Five minutes after starting Damon's cock again started 
to ooze more cum although it remained in its limp 
state. Ghankay collected the cum in the glass as Damon, 
sweating and groaning from sheer pain, discharged his 
third load of cum in half an hour. 

"Shit I don't believe this," Baptiste said. 

"I don't know what happens but I think the pole must 
touch his prostate gland which makes him then produce 
the stuff which enters his bollocks and makes the 
sperm" Gyude replied like a learned professor. 

"You seem to know a fucking lot about it Gyude," Koffa 
remarked. 

"Yeah I've read all about it somewhere," Gyude 
answered. 

"Let's try again," Baptiste said as the counter now 
showed fourteen inches. 

Koffa was looking at Damon rather anxiously as a 
dribble of blood was running from his mouth. He drew 
Baptiste's attention to it saying that he thought they 
should stop the stretcher until they were ready to kill 
Damon. Baptiste had a good look and could see that his 
white victim appeared to be bleeding internally. 

He wanted the cunt alive for at least another twenty 
four hours so he agreed that the stretchers be stopped 
but instructed that Damon should remain attached to the 
ratchets which could be started for the final time next 
day. Once they had sorted that out and the machines had 
been temporarily halted, Gyude resumed his experiment 
on milking. 

Each pole that he had selected had been thicker than 
the previous one but the most Damon's piss slit had 
been stretched was almost, but not quite, two inches. 
The one he picked up this time was only seven inches 
long. At the thin end it was an inch across whilst the 
thick end was three inches wide. He pushed the thin end 
into Damon's piss slit as the young man continued to 
groan. The trickle of blood around his mouth had now 
ceased which suggested that he was no longer bleeding 
inside. 

Gyude pushed hard down on the metal pole and slowly it 
was forced down Damon's urethra and the piss slit 
really did start to stretch now. When five inches of 
the pole was down his cock and the thickness was two 
and a half inches Gyude could not force it in any 
further, the piss slit just would not open any wider. 
Ghankay saw the problem and suggested that they try to 
cut the slit with a knife to make it wider. 

Koffa went a got a knife from the cupboard and Baptiste 
gave him the nod to go ahead. He placed the tip of the 
sharp blade between the metal post and Damon's cock 
head inserting it into the slit as Gyude pulled the 
pole out slightly so the blade would slip in. Then 
Koffa pressed down on the knife handle and the blade 
cut the corner of the slit and into Damon's purple cock 
head as the poor white man gave out a reedy sounding 
scream. 

Blood spurted but none of the Africans minded that; in 
fact it added to their pleasure. Koffa withdrew the 
blade of the knife and Gyude pressed down on the metal 
pole and managed to force another inch of it into 
Damon's urethra. His bleeding piss slit was now 
accepting a pole that was three inches across. 

Once again Gyude started to fuck Damon's cock with that 
pole pushing it up and down inside the young man's limp 
cock. Damon was, once again, reduced to sobbing as the 
pain became too much for him to bear. 

It took ten minutes of fucking the white man's cock 
with the pole before more sperm was produced. Again it 
was not a huge spurt but rather a weak liquid stream 
that oozed from his bleeding cock head. Ghankay let it 
run into the glass and now the soldier's sperm had 
drops of red blood mixed in it. The four friends 
watched with interest as slowly the oozing cum stopped 
flowing. 

"Shit I wonder how many times we can make the fucker 
cum?" Baptiste asked. "We must try this on the rebels 
when we get them here and see if they produce more than 
this white slut can manage" he went on clearly very 
enthusiastic about this new discovery. 

"I'll try again," Gyude said as he inserted the same 
metal pole into Damon's piss slit. 

Then he started to move it up and down. Ten minutes 
passed, fifteen and then twenty and nothing happened. 

"I think that is about the lot," Ghankay said, "it 
looks as if you've milked the white fucker dry Gyude." 

"Yeah I guess so," Gyude answered as, reluctantly, he 
pulled the metal pole out of Damon's limp cock and 
tossed it into the box. 

"Give him the cum to drink now," Koffa said, "give him 
a little treat as a reward for the show he's about to 
put on for us." 

"Open mouth like a good little white soldier," cooed 
Ghankay as he pressed a finger either side of Damon's 
jaw. 

The white man's mouth opened and Ghankay tilted the 
glass that was a quarter full with a sort of off white 
thick fluid with traces of blood running through it. 
The cum dribbled from the glass into Damon's mouth. It 
ran down his tongue and then down his throat into his 
stomach whilst Ghankay kept the pressure on the white 
soldier's jaws to make sure his mouth remained open. 
When the glass was empty Ghankay removed his fingers 
from Damon's jaws allowing the white man's mouth to 
close. 

Damon was in a terrible state and never even realised 
what was happening as the cum ran down into his 
stomach. He lay with bright feverish eyes, arms and 
legs no longer in their sockets, skin stretched so 
tight it was like elastic bands, big swollen bollocks 
and a cock that hurt like hell. His hairless skull 
gleamed in the light whilst he looked quite grotesque 
without any ears or teeth. His chest had no nipples and 
his skin was quite hairless. 

The four friends wanted a short break so they ordered a 
guard to bring them a few beers and something to eat 
which he did. They spent the next half hour chatting, 
drinking and eating whilst Damon lay groaning stretched 
between the two metal frames. 

Then Baptiste discussed the things he wanted to do. He 
wanted to castrate Damon and after that he wanted to 
cut off the man's cock. Before starting anything though 
he was going to masturbate Damon's cock to try and get 
it hard. Maybe make him shoot his load for the very 
last time in his life. Then Baptiste smiled 
mysteriously at his three friends. 

"You may find my preparations before masturbating the 
slut's cock very interesting," he said but did not 
elaborate on that. 

Just then a guard entered with a jug of cold water and 
asked Baptiste's permission to give Damon a drink. 

"Yeah, wet his lips and mouth with a cloth first and 
then slowly feed him the water. Make sure he drinks the 
lot. Bring another jug to him in four hours time" 
Baptiste ordered. 

The guard carried out his orders to the letter and, 
when he left, the jug was empty. Unfortunately for 
Damon it went a long way to reviving him so that, once 
more he was fully alert and aware of all that was 
happening. His body hurt so much now that he just did 
not think that he could hurt any worse than now. Little 
did he know how wrong he was going to be proved to be. 

"This is great," Baptiste said as the four friends 
gathered around Damon. "He's so taut in the stretcher 
that we don't need to put him on the operating table." 

As Baptiste prepared all his knives on a small table 
that had been brought up he told Koffa to remove the 
ring through Damon's cock. Using a small hacksaw Koffa 
cut through the metal, pulled the ring free of the 
white soldier's cock and let it drop onto the floor. 
Then Baptiste took over. 

He picked up a pair of surgical scissors from the 
table. Then he took hold of the foreskin of Damon's 
limp cock. He pulled it up so that it was well clear of 
Damon's cock head and held the lump of skin squashed 
flat between two of his fingers. 

"Ghankay hold the end of that foreskin and stretch it 
as far as you can," he ordered and Ghankay obeyed. 

Then Baptiste put the blades of the scissors around the 
foreskin close to the top of Damon's cock head. Then he 
closed the blades and cut straight through the skin and 
it came away in Ghankay's hands as Damon let out a 
shriek of pain. 

"Fucking hell Baptiste, the Jews and Arabs would be 
proud of you, you've just circumcised the white slut" 
Ghankay joked as he waved the circle of foreskin in the 
air. 

The other three laughed at the joke. 

Then they watched surprised as Baptiste cut a circle 
around the base of Damon's cock. He did not cut deeply, 
just enough to cut through the skin. Next he rolled the 
tiny bit of foreskin remaining back down the shaft of 
Damon's limp cock and cut a circle through the skin 
where it joined the base of the white soldier's knob. 
Damon was groaning and making occasional louder noises 
as the knife cut through his skin. 

Then Baptiste picked up a pair of tweezers and, with 
the knife in his other hand, he cut a bit of the skin 
free of the flesh around the top circle. Using the 
tweezers he pulled the skin away from the flesh and 
started to slowly cut down and around so that the skin 
was being peeled downwards around the soldier's cock. 
Damon was screaming non stop now as the pain was even 
worse that he thought possible. Baptiste was sweating 
like a pig. 

"Hold the tweezers Koffa and keep pulling the skin away 
and down as I cut," Baptiste ordered and Koffa took 
them over. 

This helped Baptiste to work faster and soon he had 
peeled the skin all the way down to the bottom circle 
which he had cut. Once there the skin came away from 
the flesh but was still around the white man's cock. 
Baptiste now rolled it back up over the raw red flesh 
as Damon screamed in agony. He rolled it right up and 
off the man's knob and tossed it over to Ghankay who 
deftly caught it. 

"A souvenir of the white slut," Baptiste said smiling 
at Ghankay. 

"Now brothers I'm going to masturbate our young white 
friend. I'm sure he'll enjoy my hand rubbing up and 
down his cock," Baptiste said as he wrapped his hand 
around the red raw flesh of the poor young Englishman. 

Then he started to move his hand up and down that raw 
flesh as Damon shrieked and screamed. The soldier was 
now in pure hell as his red raw flesh was worked over 
by the black hand. 

"Seems as if the white fucker has found his tongue," 
Gyude said laughingly as Damon's shrieks of pain, 
albeit in his new funny sounding voice, rang out. 

Baptiste rubbed his hand up and down the soldier's cock 
for almost fifteen minutes. 

"I guess he's just not feeling horny today," Baptiste 
said as he finally let go of the cock. 

"Hey Baptiste I guess he's not got any use for his 
balls any more then," Ghankay called out with a laugh. 

"Right on Ghankay," Baptiste replied, "I think I'll get 
rid of them for him. But first I need another beer." 

Ghankay passed him one, then he gave on to Koffa and 
Gyude before taking one for himself. As the drank down 
the beer Damon was groaning and sobbing as he lay 
stretched out before them. 

"I think Samuel would appreciate this," Baptiste said 
referring to the cook with the exceptionally big cock. 

Then he called to the guard and told him to send Samuel 
to him. The black cook came running in and, as he took 
in the bloody scene, his cock sprang to attention. 

"Would you like to watch whilst I castrate this white 
slut and then cut off his cock?" Baptiste asked. 

"Yes please master I sure would like to do that," 
Samuel replied. 

"Help yourself to a beer and make yourself comfortable. 
You can take off your uniform if you wish," Baptiste 
said referring to the cooks clothing that Samuel was 
wearing. 

The man quickly shed his clothing so that he was as 
naked as his four masters and all of them were sporting 
huge erections. Ghankay was eyeing Samuel's cock with a 
certain amount of relish which Baptiste noticed because 
he had been looking for that. 

"I'm going to deal with the slut's nuts in two 
different ways" Baptiste stated. "The first nut I'm 
going to crush whilst it's still in his bag and the 
second one I'm going to open his scrotum and then cut 
it out." 

The other four men, all drinking beer, whooped to show 
their appreciation as their cocks throbbed with 
excitement. 

Baptiste picked up a metal tool, rather like a large 
nut cracker, and felt around Damon's scrotum to isolate 
one of his nuts. When he had done that he placed the 
jaws of the nut cracker around the scrotum and also the 
isolated bollock. Ghankay, standing by Damon's head, 
leant over the moaning white soldier. 

"Say goodbye to ever making babies, say good bye to 
your ever being a man, not that a faggot like you ever 
was a man," Ghankay said to Damon with a big smile on 
his face. 

Damon looked up into the eyes of the black man whom, 
not so long ago, he thought was going to be his 
rescuer. All he saw in those black depths was hate and 
revulsion and he knew that it would be useless to beg 
for mercy from the nigger. 

Then Baptiste started to apply pressure to the handles 
of the tool slowly tightening the metal jaws around 
Damon's nut. As the pressure increased Damon started to 
howl and shriek. 

The pressure built up and Damon's face was wracked with 
pain as he shrieked and screamed in agony. Then the 
jaws of the nut cracker closed squashing poor Damon's 
nut to a pulp. The white man's eyes were almost popping 
out of his head from the pain and the veins in his 
forehead stood out like thick cords. Yet the tortured 
white soldier did not lose consciousness as Baptiste's 
four onlookers clapped and cheered. 

Having crushed one of Damon's nuts Baptiste put the 
tool back down on the table. Then he picked up a knife. 
He waited a few minutes for Damon's shrieks of pain to 
die down. Then he pushed the point of the knife into 
the white soldier's bollock bag. He cut right through 
the skin describing a half circle with his knife. Then 
he pushed open the two flaps of the scrotum. 

He felt around inside until he found the crushed nut 
and cut the pulpy mass of bloody flesh out. He handed 
it to Samuel who tossed the crushed nut into a basin on 
the table. 

Baptiste now felt around some more until he located 
Damon's remaining good nut. Once he had hold of it he 
squeezed it between his fingers and Damon groaned and 
screamed. 

"Take that one out too Baptiste," Ghankay urged 
gleefully, "we don't want this white whore breeding any 
more white trash. Cut the fucking testicle out." 

Baptiste smiled at his bitch but did not reply. Holding 
the testicle in one hand and the knife in the other he 
slashed the nut in half. Damon shrieked from the sharp 
pain. He tossed the severed half nut into the basin and 
then cut the rest of the testicle out and tossed that 
in the basin as well. 

"I think I'll trim him up a bit before cutting his cock 
off," Baptiste said. 

He then picked up a pair of scissors from the table and 
carefully and very neatly cut Damon's now empty scrotum 
from beneath his cock. Blood was flowing freely and 
Damon, beyond screaming now, was lying stretched taut 
and groaning in agony. 

"I want to try and cut his cock off as close to his 
body as I can. I want to make a neat job of it so that 
I can try and use the hole left behind to fuck him," 
Baptiste stated. 

He asked Samuel to hold the white soldier's cock head 
up and to pull on it to keep it taut. Samuel, the first 
time he'd been an equal participant with his master, 
eagerly did as requested. Ghankay watched trying hard 
not to concentrate on Samuel's big throbbing cock. 

Baptiste now took a larger knife. He placed the cold 
blade of steel flat down on Damon's belly with the 
sharp edge against the base of Damon's raw cock. Damon 
was crying and groaning from the pain but fully aware 
of what was happening. He felt the sharp steel bite 
into his flesh as Baptiste with a very sharp tug 
brought the knife across the white man's cock. With 
that one stroke he cut a quarter of the way through the 
shaft as blood began to pour out. 

"Hold his cock tighter Samuel," Baptiste grunted as he 
prepared to make another cut. 

Again he drew the knife across the base of Damon's cock 
and this time the blade almost severed it. Samuel was 
now holding it up and only a thin sliver of raw flesh 
held it to Damon's belly. Baptiste, with a third quick 
slash of the knife, cut the last strands and Damon lost 
his cock which Samuel dropped into the basin. Now poor 
Damon who had, at last, thankfully passed out was left 
without a cock or balls. There was in his belly where 
his cock had been a small blood filled hole. 

All four Africans who had been watching now cheered 
Baptiste for his expertly carried out operation. Then 
the five men had a well deserved beer. 

They ignored Damon whilst he lay unconscious. After a 
short while the white soldier came round and back into 
a world that consisted of nothing but agonising pain. 
He knew at last that he was truly in hell now and that 
all his past sins had caught up with him. He senses 
registered pain but he could no longer understand what 
was being said or done by the devils who were torturing 
his body. Baptiste had a good look at the young white 
soldier. 

"It will soon be time for the guard to bring him some 
more water," he said. "When he's done that I'm going to 
try to fuck him using the hole where his cock has 
been." 

Whilst the men waited for the guard to bring the water 
they sat around drinking beer. Ghankay was sitting 
close to Samuel and kept shooting sly glances at his 
big weapon. Koffa and Gyude were busy talking together 
about the events of the day and paying no attention to 
the others. Baptiste was watching his bitch and a cruel 
smile was playing around his lips. 

"Shit master I'd really like a piss, I guess it's all 
this beer I've been drinking" Samuel said. 

"That's okay Samuel use the bathroom in this building 
Ghankay will show you where it is," Baptiste replied. 

"I need a piss myself anyway," Ghankay said as he stood 
up, "come on Samuel it's over here" he said leading the 
cook to the bathroom. 

Baptiste watched them go still with that cruel smile 
playing around his lips. They were gone for almost 
twenty minutes. When they returned Samuel was looking a 
little flustered whilst Ghankay had a big grin on his 
face. Just then the guard entered with the water for 
Damon. 

After he had made sure that Damon had taken all the 
water down his throat the guard left the room. 

"I'm going to fuck the white slut now," Baptiste 
announced as his cock throbbed with excitement. 

I should really now skate over this part of the story 
because it is so sordid and depraved. However I am 
merely recording the events as they occurred so I guess 
I must describe them in full. 

Baptiste stood between Damon's legs and his big fat 
fourteen inch long cock was touching the blood filled 
hole where Damon's cock had been. He leant over the 
taut body of his white victim with his hands clutching 
either side of him. Then he thrust forward with his 
thick cock forcing it into the hole at the base of 
Damon's belly. The white man gave a groan as Baptiste's 
cock entered him and then he closed his eyes. 

As Baptiste's thick cock was forced into Damon's 
bladder the white man knew exactly what was happening. 
This was hell and the devil himself was making him his 
own by fucking him from the front. He could hear Satan 
grunting and groaning as he thrust his long cock in and 
out of his belly and he knew that when the devil shot 
his load he would have become Satan's bride. 

Hot tears of shame ran from his eyes as he wondered 
what he had done so bad in his life as to bring him to 
this terrible fate. He started to groan as Satan fucked 
the shit out of him. Damon knew that this was to last 
for eternity. 

Baptiste in the meantime was fucking away at Damon's 
body. It was not nearly so good as he had thought it 
would be. Nothing like fucking the white soldier's 
cunt. However he was as horny as hell from having 
castrated the white soldier and cut off his cock. He 
fucked away at the man for a good thirty minutes and 
then he shot his load. He deposited all of his cum down 
Damon's bladder until his big black balls were empty. 
Then he pulled his blood and cum covered cock out of 
Damon's belly and moved away from his victim. 

"Shit I'd like to try that," Koffa said. 

"Go on brother, fuck the white bastard whilst he's 
still alive," Baptiste said as he sat on a chair. 

Koffa immediately went over to Damon and shoved his 
cock straight into the blood and cum filled hole in 
Damon's belly. Gyude and Samuel stood up, bottles of 
beer in hand, to get a closer look. Ghankay too went to 
join them. 

"Hold on brother," Baptiste said very quietly halting 
Ghankay in his tracks. "Have a good time with Samuel in 
the bathroom?" he asked just as quietly. 

"We only had a piss that's all," Ghankay replied. 

"You sure of that Ghankay, you quite sure?" Baptiste 
asked. 

"Yes of course I'm fucking sure," Ghankay answered. 

"Have another beer Ghankay" Baptiste said taking a 
fresh bottle from the crate and passing it to Ghankay. 

Then they too stood up to join Samuel and Gyude in 
watching Koffa fuck Damon's belly. Fifteen minutes 
later Koffa shot his load into the white man and pulled 
out his blood and cum covered cock. 

"Shit that wasn't much of a fuck," he grumbled. "I wish 
I'd fucked his cunt instead." 

"Anymore want to try?" Baptiste asked but the other 
three all said no. 

"I know it's a bit early to finish but tomorrow we 
snuff the fucker so I want him to get a reasonable rest 
tonight. He remains where he is but the machines will 
not be turned on until we join him in the morning," 
Baptiste stated. 

He called the guard and made sure that the man 
understood that Damon was to be given water every four 
hours throughout the night and that his mouth was to be 
moistened with a damp cloth at the same time. Then the 
four masters started to walk towards their private 
quarters as Samuel picked up his cooks clothing and 
started to walk out through the main door. 

"Samuel come back to our quarters with us please," 
Baptiste requested and the cook started to retrace his 
steps. 

In their quarters Baptiste went to the CCTV control and 
reversed some of the tape until he found what he 
wanted. Then they all sat down, apart from Ghankay who 
reverted to his role as Baptiste's bitch. Samuel 
watched amazed as the three Africans ordered Ghankay 
around and made him perform the most menial duties 
although from what Ghankay had already said he'd knew 
that the man was Baptiste's bitch. 

"He's my bitch just like that black boy you've got in 
the kitchen," Baptiste informed Samuel. 

Samuel gave an embarrassed giggle on learning that his 
master knew about the cock who was his black bitch. 

After they had finished their meal they sat down to 
watch a video. Ghankay was squatting by Baptiste's feet 
ready to obey his every order. Samuel, self 
consciously, was sitting on the sofa next to Baptiste. 
Gyude and Koffa were sitting in two armchairs. The tape 
started to play and Ghankay's mouth dropped open as it 
showed him entering the bathroom with Samuel. 

"What the fuck's this?" asked Koffa, "we've got the 
wrong tape in the machine." 

"No this is the right one brother," Baptiste replied as 
it showed Samuel crossing to the urinal. 

Then Ghankay followed the cook and stood close behind 
him. He put his arms around the startled man's waist 
and took hold of Samuel's cock. 

"Hey man that's some weapon you've got there," Ghankay 
whispered and the cook gave a frightened little laugh. 

"What you doing master, you shouldn't be playing with 
my cock?" he whispered back. 

"If there was time I'd love to suck you off Samuel, but 
there's no time for that. However I must taste your 
cock. Come on man let me have it in my mouth," Ghankay 
whispered to the cook as he rubbed his hand up and down 
the throbbing shaft. 

Samuel was horny twenty four hours a day and feeling 
one of his masters playing with his cock made him crazy 
with lust. He turned around as Ghankay knelt down and 
thrust his cock into his master's mouth. Ghankay 
started to suck and swallow the huge tool as he began 
to twist and play with Samuel's big balls. 

"Make me cum man, make me cum," Samuel groaned as 
Ghankay sucked his mouth up and down that stiff shaft. 

Then Ghankay removed his mouth from Samuel's throbbing 
cock. 

"There's no time for that now Samuel but I'll find time 
soon. Then I'll suck you as much as you like but you 
cannot ever fuck me as I belong to Baptiste. For now 
just fill me with your piss" he said as he closed his 
mouth once again around the thick black cock. 

Samuel, his mouth wide open and a big smile on his 
face, started to piss down Ghankay's throat. His master 
swallowed the cook's piss as fast as he could but still 
some dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin. The 
cook had really needed a piss badly and took a good 
five minutes to empty his bladder. Ghankay swallowed 
the strong yellow urine of his cook with obvious 
pleasure and delight. When his bladder was empty Samuel 
withdrew his cock from Ghankay's mouth. 

"Shit man I wish we had time for you to suck me off," 
Samuel said. 

Then Ghankay stood up and they left the bathroom 
together to return to where Damon and the three 
Africans were. That was the end of the tape. 

There was complete silence in the room. 

"Nothing happened bitch, you just went for a piss" 
Baptiste said very softly. 

"Well nothing did really happen did it master and I 
would never have allowed him to fuck me," Ghankay 
replied alarm sounding in his voice. 

"Remember bitch, nothing ever happens without my 
knowing and you'll never have Samuel's cock. He's got 
his own bitch who takes care of him and he doesn't need 
you sniffing around," Baptiste said. 

Then he turned to Samuel. 

"After tomorrow I'm going to need a replacement brother 
for this fucking bitch," he said giving Ghankay a kick. 
"He'll be a brother until we kill the white whore but 
after that he'll simply be my bitch" Baptiste explained 
to the cook. 

"How would you like to become a brother and a master in 
the bitch's place?" Baptiste asked the bemused looking 
cook. 

"But master I'm not rich, I couldn't afford to be a 
master," Samuel replied. 

"Yes you can Samuel my bitch will make you a very 
generous settlement won't you, you black fucking cow?" 
Baptiste said. 

Ghankay looked at his master with adoring eyes. 

"Yes master whatever you say," he replied. 

"Well Samuel will you become a master?" Baptiste asked. 

"Shit yes master of course I will but how will it 
affect the cook who's my black bitch?" Samuel asked. 

"Promote the bitch to head cook and keep her" replied 
Baptiste. "Join us after the white bastard has been 
killed and take your place as a master. Now Samuel piss 
off to your bit of stuff and fuck the shit out of her 
black arse" he said by way of dismissal. 

When Samuel had left Baptiste sat looking at Ghankay 
whilst Koffa and Gyude watched the two of them in a 
state of expectancy. They were both eager to hear what 
Baptiste would do with his bitch. 

"You've got to be punished for lying to me and also for 
trying it on with the cook without my permission" 
Baptiste said at length. 

"Yes master I know that I must be punished severely," 
Ghankay replied as his cock throbbed with pleasure at 
the thought. 

"Before we begin work on the white whore tomorrow your 
status will remain that of a bitch. You will not become 
a brother until your punishment has been carried out," 
Baptiste announced. 

"I'm your bitch twenty four hours a day master and I 
deserve to be punished whenever you order it." 

"I'll announce it first thing tomorrow when we go to 
the main room" Baptiste stated. "Now bitch I'm so 
fucking horny I need you to service me. Off to the 
bedroom and wait for me there" he ordered. 

Then Gyude spoke. 

"I'm not happy about making Samuel a brother after all 
he's only a fucking cook and has no standing. On top of 
that it means that we now have two of the masters with 
black fucking bitches and I don't like that either." 

Koffa said nothing. 

Baptiste looked coolly at Gyude. 

"You don't like it you say. Well brother you have a 
fucking choice. You're not a prisoner here you know and 
you can leave whenever you like. I have told Samuel 
that he will be a brother as soon as the white whore is 
killed. That is my decision. As for there being two 
black bitches when he becomes a brother and his faggot 
takes up quarters with him here, be careful that you do 
not make it three bitches. That's all I have to say on 
the subject. Okay?" Baptiste said as he stared with his 
cold evil eyes at Gyude. 

Gyude knew that to leave the group would mean certain 
death and he did not put it past Baptiste to order 
Koffa to make him his bitch. Even worse his brother 
might make him the staff whore. He shivered at the 
thought. 

"Okay Baptiste you're the boss," he said, "now I'm 
fucking off to bed. See you in the morning." 

That night Baptiste fucked Ghankay no less that four 
times. Each time he fucked him as hard as he could. 

"God bitch you make me so fucking horny," Baptiste said 
as he fucked the shit out of the black man's cunt. 
"Seeing you playing with Samuel's cock made me as horny 
as hell" he said. 

Then, just before falling asleep having fucked Ghankay 
for the fourth time, Baptiste murmured to his bitch who 
was lying on the floor by his bed. 

"I may take Samuel and his bitch away with us for our 
two day break. I'd love to see that man fucking the 
shit out of you bitch." 

Then he fell asleep followed shortly by Ghankay. 

Damon spent his last night awake. He wondered why Satan 
had left him alone, surely the devil and his angels 
should be torturing him day and night. Every four hours 
one of Satan's black demons came in to moisten his 
mouth with a damp cloth and pour cold water down his 
throat. Damon began to sing in his head as his throat 
could not produce any words. He was in hell where he 
belonged and he was happy to serve the devil and his 
agents. 


CHAPTER TWENTY TWO


Morning arrived and the Baptiste, Koffa and Gyude ate 
their meal whilst Ghankay as befitted his rank waited 
on them hand and foot. When they had finished he too 
was allowed to eat. Then Baptiste sent for Samuel who 
arrived wearing his cooks clothing and he was ordered 
to strip. 

"You will attend today and join in despite the fact 
that you are still a servant. At the end of the day you 
will become a full brother and join us in our quarters" 
Baptiste explained. 

Gyude looked very disgruntled over the whole thing and 
even more so when he heard Baptiste's next question. 

"Have you informed your bitch of his promotion to head 
cook and also that he will join you in our private 
quarters as your bitch?" Baptiste asked. 

"No master," Samuel replied, "I wasn't sure if I 
should." 

"See to it now and then go to the main room where we 
will be. Make clear to your bitch that he still 
performs the duties of head cook and he's not to take 
any shit from the black studs who also work in the 
kitchen" Baptiste said. 

Then looking hard at Gyude but still speaking to 
Samuel, Baptiste went on "your bitch can warn any 
mouthy black studs that they will be answerable to me 
personally for their behaviour. He can remind them that 
black studs with no balls suddenly find that they are 
faggots and even lower than black bitches" he said 
ominously. 

Gyude looked away as a cold shiver ran down his spine. 
He knew full well that Baptiste was giving him a direct 
message and it scared the shit out of him. 

"Now Ghankay I have to decide on your punishment before 
we start playing with the white whore," Baptiste said 
as Samuel left the room. 

"I've decided that a bitch who lies to her master 
deserves a good whipping and caning. You will receive 
fifty lashes of the whip from me, thirty strokes of the 
cane from Koffa, fifty lashes of the whip from Samuel 
and a further thirty strokes of the cane from Gyude," 
Baptiste stated. 

Ghankay was kneeling at his master's feet as he heard 
his punishment spelt out. 

"Thank you master I thoroughly deserve this punishment 
for lying to you," Ghankay said as he looked at 
Baptiste with adoring eyes. 

"You won't be in a fit state to take part in our play 
with Damon although you will be able to watch. After 
your punishment you will once again be a brother until 
the end of the day," Baptiste said. 

He paused and looked around at Koffa and Gyude. Koffa 
looked uneasy but Gyude had a big smile on his face 
having heard that he was to be allowed to cane the 
black bitch. 

"Gyude after Ghankay has received his punishment you 
will get some of the soothing balm from the medicine 
cabinet and cover his wounds with it. Make sure that 
you treat your brother gently as it will be the last 
time you'll be able to perform such a kind service for 
him" Baptiste said. 

"Okay Baptiste I'll do it for your bitch," Gyude spat 
out his face looking like thunder. 

"Remember Gyude, his punishment will be over then. 
He'll be a brother and not a bitch" Baptiste said very 
gently but with eyes that looked like pieces of black 
ice. 

Gyude shivered again, he knew how ruthless and cruel 
Baptiste could be. 

"Good let's get on with the punishment then," Baptiste 
said as he led the men at a brisk walk into the main 
room. 

Samuel joined them there and was informed of the 
punishment that Ghankay was to undergo. 

"Now Samuel you will see how a brave black bitch 
behaves when being punished. I'm quite sure that my 
bitch will not cry out at all despite the pain that 
will be inflicted" Baptiste said. 

Ghankay looked rather anxious as he heard his master 
say that. He wanted to please his master in all things 
but was not sure that he could take one hundred lashes 
from a whip and sixty strokes of a cane without 
breaking down at some point. 

Baptiste walked across to where Damon had lain all 
night between the stretchers. He was mumbling away to 
himself and a smile crossed his face as he saw Baptiste 
looking down at him. Satan was there, he had not 
deserted him and then Damon saw Satan's demons around 
him. He was in hell and must expect more torture and 
that thought pleased the young white soldier and he 
started to laugh. 

"The bastard is actually laughing," Gyude said, "he 
seems to find this funny." 

"Now don't take on Gyude it's just that his mind is 
wandering," Baptiste explained. "Once we start work on 
him he will come back to earth with a bump. Koffa we 
won't turn the machines on until after we've punished 
Ghankay" Baptiste ordered. 

They then turned their attention back to the black 
bitch. His wrists were manacled and hooked to a cable 
from the ceiling. His feet were placed in spreader bars 
that were fixed to the floor and the manacles locked 
around his ankles. Then the cable was raised until his 
arms were taut above his head. They were raised some 
more so that his whole body was taut and his muscles 
stood out like whip cords. 

"Now that is how a real black bitch should look" 
Baptiste said approvingly as he looked at Ghankay's 
taut muscles and his fully erect cock with a large pair 
of balls hanging under them. 

"Go and get us a whip and also a cane please Gyude," 
Baptiste requested. 

He then went up very close to his bitch and, speaking 
very softly asked Ghankay if he could hear him. The 
black bitch nodded his head to signify that he could. 
Koffa and Samuel had wandered back to look at Damon and 
were joking to each other about the white soldier's 
condition. Gyude was the other end of the large room 
getting the whip and the cane. 

"Listen bitch if you don't make a sound throughout your 
punishment I will make you a solemn promise. During the 
two days break we have together I will allow you to be 
my toilet. Should you wish, and only should you wish 
it, you can act as toilet for Samuel as well. But you 
must not make a sound during your punishment if you 
want that reward" Baptiste said in a very low voice. 

Ghankay heard every word and his heart sung with joy. 
His master could not have thought up a better reward 
for him. If necessary he would bite off his own tongue 
rather than make a sound during the forthcoming 
punishment. 

Baptiste moved away from his bitch as Gyude came 
running up with the whip and the cane. Koffa and Samuel 
now joined them. 

"Any bets that the bitch does not make a sound during 
his punishment?" Baptiste asked. "I'll wager five 
thousand dollars that he keeps silent throughout." 

The three other men looked at Baptiste unbelievingly. 

Then Gyude spoke. 

"If your bitch makes a sound you would pay me five 
thousand dollars?" he asked. 

"Other than a grunt or groan. Any mumbling, yelling or 
other vocal sound and I pay out. If he remains silent 
then you pay me that amount" Baptiste stated. 

"I'll take that, if he remains silent I pay you five 
grand otherwise you pay me," Gyude said. 

"That is for the whole punishment and not just the 
fifty lashes you give him?" Koffa enquired. 

"The lot, he remains silent from the time I start until 
the last stroke of the cane administered by Gyude," 
Baptiste stated. 

"I'll have five thou on that myself," Koffa said with a 
grin. 

"Count me out I've not got money like that," Samuel 
said disappointedly. 

"Enough fucking around," Baptiste said taking the whip 
from Gyude. 

He moved to one side of Ghankay and a short distance 
from him. Then he raised the whip and brought it 
whistling down through the air. The lash bit into the 
black skin of Ghankay's broad muscular shoulders 
leaving a dark red line behind. Ghankay did not make a 
sound. The lash came down a second time, this time 
across Ghankay's broad back. Another dark red line was 
left as Ghankay remained silent. A third blow landed 
just above the second and still Ghankay remained 
silent. In fact there was not a sound in the building 
apart from the low groaning from Damon, the hissing 
whistle of the lash through the air and the cracking 
sound as it struck Ghankay's black velvet like skin. 

As the punishment proceeded Ghankay's muscles rippled 
under his badly marked skin. On the twenty fourth lash 
his skin broke and from the pink flesh now showing in a 
very thin line across his back drops of blood began to 
seep to the surface. On the fortieth lash and with 
Ghankay's back and shoulders now covered in many pink 
lines across his black skin and much blood running down 
his body Ghankay gave a slight grunt. 

"The bitch is breaking, the fucking bitch is breaking," 
crowed Gyude eager to get one over on Baptiste and his 
bitch. 

Damon was still hanging between the two metal frames 
some distance from where Ghankay was being punished. 
Through the mists of pain that flowed through him and 
over him the white soldier could hear the lash cutting 
into Ghankay's flesh. He could not understand what was 
happening, he could not understand why Satan and his 
demons were not torturing him. He wondered what he had 
done so terrible that Satan and his followers were no 
longer interested in him. They should be making him 
scream in agony, after all he was now in hell. 

Baptiste was raising the whip for the fiftieth time. He 
brought it down as hard as he could. It again struck 
Ghankay across his shoulders and the black bitch 
screwed his face up in agony as the leather lash bit 
into his flesh. However he still remained silent 
determined to be loyal to his master and ensure that 
Baptiste won the ten grand. Having finished Baptiste, 
his muscular black body gleaming with sweat that was 
running in broad furrows down his chest and back due to 
the effort he had put in whilst whipping his bitch, 
handed the whip over to Samuel. 

"Okay Koffa give the bitch thirty strokes of the cane 
across his buttocks and thighs" Baptiste said as he sat 
down on a nearby chair. 

Koffa licked his lips as he swished the cane up and 
down whilst approaching Ghankay. 

"Sorry about this brother," he said softly to the man 
he was about to cane. 

Unlike Gyude, Koffa had no hang ups over Ghankay's 
status. In fact Koffa would have quite liked to have 
had Ghankay as his bitch. He raised the cane and 
brought it hard down squarely across Ghankay's large 
black buttocks. The man's flesh twitched and then 
quivered as the cane bit into it. A deep dark red line 
was now left behind as Koffa raised the cane again. 
Once more he brought it down as hard as he could. This 
time it landed a little lower and, again, left a red 
line behind. Ghankay was biting his lips now as the 
cane bit into his flesh. 

Relentlessly the cane continued to punish Ghankay's 
buttocks. Stroke after stroke landed across them. Soon 
the red lines turned to raw bloody flesh as the cane 
repeatedly struck the same place time and time again. 
Ghankay's big black eyes were rolling about in their 
clear startling white pools and spittle was dribbling 
from his mouth but he still remained silent determined 
to bring honour to his master. 

Koffa did not spare himself. His big cock was throbbing 
with excited pleasure as he brought the cane down again 
and again. The black man loved the sound the bamboo 
made as it smacked into the victim's tender flesh. All 
too soon as far as Koffa was concerned his stint of 
punishment duty came to an end as he struck Ghankay 
with the cane for the thirtieth time. 

Ghankay had still not uttered a sound much to the 
annoyance of Gyude. 

Now Samuel took over with the whip. Baptiste told him 
not to stint on the punishment but to use all his force 
in wielding the whip. Samuel's big cock was throbbing 
with pleasure as he started to whip the shoulders and 
back of the black man who was still his master. He had 
never whipped a man before and found the sounds to be 
erotically exciting as the leather lash bit into 
Ghankay's flesh drawing forth more blood as it did so. 
Samuel, like the others, was a big strong muscular man. 
His black skin was soon streaked with sweat as he 
whipped Ghankay as hard as he could. It took him almost 
thirty minutes to administer the fifty lashes. 

Still Ghankay had remained silent although blood was 
running from his mouth where he had bit his lips trying 
so hard not to scream. 

"Side bet Baptiste, another five grand says that the 
bitch breaks under my caning" Gyude snarled really 
angry at the strength of character Ghankay was showing. 

"Make it ten," Baptiste said softly, "and I will be 
interested." 

"Fucking ten thousand then," Gyude snarled swishing the 
cane up and down. "If your black fucking bitch breaks 
now I get fifteen grand from you" he said as he took up 
his position close to Ghankay. 

"I hope you've got enough to pay me," Baptiste replied 
quietly, "my bitch will not break now" he said 
confidently. 

Ghankay through his red mists of pain had heard this 
exchange. He knew that Gyude hated and despised him and 
would do his best to break him. Ghankay was determined 
to resist. He'd rather die than give way to this 
pompous black bastard. Now it was more than resisting 
for his master's sake, it was a matter of pride for 
Ghankay's own sake. He wanted to best the black nigger 
who was about to cane him, he wanted to see the bastard 
eat humble pie. 

Gyude raised the cane high and brought it down as hard 
as he could. He aimed for a spot where Koffa had 
earlier struck and the cane bit into Ghankay's raw 
flesh. Ghankay gave a gasp of pain but it was not a cry 
so did not count. Gyude, a cruel smile twisting his 
handsome face, brought the cane down on the same spot 
again. Blood was spurting as the cane bit into 
Ghankay's flesh but still the brave black man remained 
silent. 

Gyude tried every means of breaking Ghankay. He caned 
the backs of the man's upper legs as well as his 
buttocks. At one point he managed to strike Ghankay's 
legs six times in the same place so that the cane was 
biting into his victim's bone so deep had it penetrated 
Ghankay's flesh. But still Ghankay did not cry out. 

Sweat and blood mingled together on the black man's 
badly beaten body as Gyude, himself covered in a lather 
of sweat, wielded the cane with all the force that he 
could muster. As the thirtieth and last stroke bit into 
Ghankay's bloody buttocks the black man remained 
silent. Gyude threw the cane away in angry disgust as 
he turned away from the silent Ghankay. Koffa, Samuel 
and Baptiste moved close to Ghankay's beaten and bloody 
body and started to clap and cheer him and congratulate 
him on his bravery. Gyude stood apart angry and bitter 
and fifteen thousand dollars worse off. 

Baptiste, Koffa and Samuel gently lowered Ghankay and 
released him. He was in a terrible state and was now 
moaning and groaning from the pain. He was in no fit 
state to stand up so they carried him carefully across 
to the padded bench where they laid him on it face 
down. Baptiste looked across at the scowling and angry 
looking Gyude. 

"You will now come and use the balm on your brother," 
he ordered. "Treat him gently and with loving care 
Gyude or you will answer to me," Baptiste said. 

"But I won't be able to join in the fun you'll be 
having with the white whore," complained Gyude. 

"Do a good job on your brother and friend Ghankay and 
I'm sure you will be able to join us later" Baptiste 
said trying to offer the hand of friendship to Gyude. 

As Samuel, Koffa and Baptiste now moved to where Damon 
was Gyude went to a medicine cabinet to get the 
soothing balm. He returned to the side of Ghankay 
having ordered a guard to bring in some clean warm 
water, a sponge and a dry clean cloth. He started to 
sponge the blood off Ghankay's body and then dried him 
as gently as possibly with the cloth. He then started 
to apply the soothing balm to the groaning body of his 
erstwhile friend. 

The other three Africans gathered around Damon whose 
eyes were rolling wildly about. He looked in a terrible 
state, his body covered in blood and sweat, limbs 
disjointed, no ears, tongue or teeth and all his body 
hair shaved off. His cock and balls were missing, where 
they once were was a bloody hole with dried cum stains 
around it. 

"We'll start the machines again and this time they 
won't stop until the fuckers dead" Baptiste announced. 
"Once they're going again I want to fuck the shit out 
of this cunt." 

Samuel was looking at the white man. 

"I'd like to face fuck the bastard," he said. 

"Do that whilst I'm fucking his cunt," Baptiste said. 
"Later we will see just how far we can get our fists 
into him. Maybe we'll even manage to double fist fuck 
the white shit." 

Having more or less decided on a plan of action the 
ratchets started their relentless work once again. The 
counter showed fourteen inches and the red block was 
now halfway across. 

"One good thing," Baptiste said as he took up position 
between Damon's legs, "I don't need to lubricate my 
cock his cunts so fucking slack." 

With that he shoved his fourteen inch long cock 
straight up young Damon's shit hole. Damon smiled as he 
saw Satan between his legs and felt the devil's cock 
enter his body. He was where he belonged, he was in 
hell and once again serving Satan his master. 

"Shit the white slut's smiling," Koffa said as he 
looked down at Damon's face. 

"He's probably been driven crazy with pain," grunted 
Baptiste as he started to fuck Damon's loose cunt. 

"Crazy or not I want my cock down the slut's throat," 
Samuel said as he got astride Damon's neck. 

Samuel was tall enough for his feet to reach the ground 
as he stood with a leg either side of the white 
soldier's neck. He reached around Damon's shaven skull 
and pulled the white man's head up. 

"Open your mouth white man and take this big nigger 
cock down your throat," Samuel ordered. 

Damon knew what was required of him. He had to service 
the nigger cock of one of Satan's disciples. He opened 
his toothless mouth wide and Samuel thrust his 
throbbing cock inside. He did not waste time but thrust 
it straight down Damon's throat and started to face 
fuck the white slut as hard as he could. Damon kept 
sucking and swallowing on the nigger cock in his mouth 
as he felt the other thick nigger cock fucking his 
white cunt. He was happy; he was in hell and doing his 
duty by Satan and his followers and this was how he 
would spend eternity. 

As the two Africans fucked away at Damon the ratchets 
were still stretching him. The poor mad white man 
started to become aware of a terrible pain inside him 
as sinews and muscles were being stretched to breaking 
point. He had a big cock in his mouth and breathing was 
very difficult and he now began to choke. Fortunately 
Samuel saw what was happening and quickly pulled his 
cock out of the white man's throat. 

Damon was gasping for air but every breath that he took 
was now a difficult and painful job. His whole body was 
under such a terrible strain that his lungs were no 
longer working properly. It was clear that if the 
stretching continued Damon would not last out much 
longer. 

Baptiste was still fucking the white man as hard as he 
could. 

"Stop the machines Koffa, stop the cunt from stretching 
I don't want the white bastard to die that easily" he 
panted still thrusting in and out of Damon's body. 

Koffa quickly stopped the machines but the pressure was 
still being applied to Damon's body and his breathing 
was rasping and heavy. Baptiste continued to fuck in 
and out of the white soldier. 

Maybe it was the sound of Damon's breathing that did 
it, maybe it was the pitiful state he was in. Whatever 
it was Baptiste felt his balls tightening and then he 
started to shoot his load. He filled the poor soldier 
with torrents of cum, it seemed to be a never ending 
flow from his cock as he drove in and out of Damon's 
white cunt shooting his load all the time. Once his 
balls were empty Baptiste pulled his cock out of 
Damon's hole and moved away from the white soldier. He 
shouted out loud and a guard came running in only to be 
ordered to bring plenty of cold beer. Then Baptiste 
turned back to Damon. 

"I want to fist fuck him, first my fist alone, then one 
of you join me and then we'll try and force a third 
fist up his white cunt. We may have to cut his 
sphincter muscle to achieve that so make sure we've a 
sharp knife handy" Baptiste said as he took a beer from 
the guard who had just brought a crate in and started 
to swig it down. 

"How far up the cunt you going to get your fist?" 
Samuel asked. 

"No further than the elbow because I still don't want 
the cunt dead. After we've fist fucked him, maybe tried 
to fuck him with out feet as well then I'll try and see 
if I can get my arm right up to my shoulder into the 
white bastard's cunt" Baptiste replied. 

"That will surely kill him," Koffa observed. 

"Yeah but it will be interesting," Baptiste said. 

Then he looked over to where Gyude and Ghankay were and 
he saw that Gyude was engrossed in his task of caring 
for Ghankay. 

"Don't say anything boys," Baptiste said, "but I've got 
a special task for Gyude. I think he's got a weak 
fucking stomach and I intend to find out. When my fist 
is deep in the white slut's stomach, maybe even 
puncturing into his chest, Gyude will cut him open from 
his neck down to the base of his stomach and then delve 
inside him with his hand trying to find my fist. I'll 
bet the twenty thousand dollars I won earlier that the 
fucker will be puking and fainting before he gets 
halfway through the task. Any takers?" he asked. 

Koffa looked very interested in the wager. 

"He's got to vomit and pass out for you to win, is that 
right?" he asked. 

"Yeah both or I lose," Baptiste replied. 

"I'll take the bet because I think he might well start 
vomiting but I don't think he'll pass out," Koffa said. 

"If he does can I take over and try to find your fist 
in the white whore's guts" Samuel asked eagerly. 

"Samuel you're a man after my own heart and you are 
going to a real asset to our brotherhood. I wouldn't 
have wagered against you being able to do it. Of course 
you can take over when and not if Gyude passes out," 
Baptiste said. 

By this time all three men had finished two bottles of 
beer each and were now ready to proceed. 

The near choking death and now his struggle to breath 
seemed to have brought Damon back from his madness. He 
was once again aware of where he was, what was 
happening and the terrible pain that he was in. 

"Please master," he croaked in a weak and barely 
recognisable voice, "have mercy and kill me please." 

"Don't worry cunt you're going to die alright," Koffa 
chortled without a vestige of pity in his voice. 

"No lubrication," Baptiste ordained, "I want the white 
cunt to feel everything we do and I sure don't want to 
make the end easy for him." 

Baptiste now knelt between Damon's legs, clenched his 
hand into a fist, and pushed it against the young 
soldier's terribly abused shit hole. For a moment 
Damon's ring resisted the six inch width of Baptiste's 
fist and then it reluctantly started to stretch in 
order to accommodate the fist. Baptiste forced it into 
Damon's body. 

His fist disappeared inside the white soldier and then 
his wrist could no longer be seen. Slowly his forearm 
started to disappear into the poor soldier's body as 
Baptiste kept forcing his fist deeper in Damon's 
bowels. Now Damon's ring was cruelly stretched again, 
the lips appearing glued to the black muscular arm 
pressing through them. They seemed to be kissing 
Baptiste's black skin as slowly more and more of his 
arm went into Damon's body. 

Once again poor Damon was managing to scream. Thin 
pitiful sounds nothing like his early robust shrieks of 
agony. Damon was back in the real world once again and 
wished that his mind had never returned to reality. 

Baptiste's arm was now buried inside Damon up to the 
elbow as Koffa and Samuel crouched near him watching 
and giving Baptiste encouragement. 

"Start fucking the cunt with your fist," Koffa urged. 

"Make the white whore scream as you fist him," Samuel 
said. 

Baptiste did start to fuck poor Damon now. He pulled 
his fist down the white soldier's intestinal tube until 
only his fist was inside Damon's body. Then he thrust 
it all the way back up again until his elbow was 
pressing against Damon's ring, back down just as far 
and then in again, out once more and back in. He 
started to fist fuck Damon even harder as the young man 
kept uttering reedy and pitiful cries of pain. 

Then Baptiste pulled his fist right out and Damon's 
cunt gaped like a huge open door of a hanger. Damon's 
intestines could be seen pulsating deep inside him as 
the lips of his cunt remained open. 

"Who wants to fist him now?" Baptiste asked. 

Both Koffa and Samuel were eager to have a go. Koffa as 
a joint owner and brother was the one to replace 
Baptiste. He clenched his big fist, about the same size 
as that of Baptiste's, as he knelt behind the white 
soldier. Then he thrust his black fist through the 
white portals of Damon's cunt and forced his arm well 
past the wrist into the white soldier's bowels. 

Like Baptiste, he forced his fist deep into Damon's 
body until it was buried up to the elbow. Then he too 
started to fuck his fist in and out of Damon's white 
body. The contrast between the black arm fist fucking 
the white body was truly erotic and would have given 
any real man a huge hard on. Koffa fist fucked poor 
Damon for thirty minutes non stop whilst Damon 
continued to make his pitiful noises. 

Once Koffa had finished Samuel took his place. This was 
the first time the black cook had ever fist fucked 
anybody let alone a white soldier. He knelt down behind 
Damon and clenched his big black fist. It was all of 
seven inches across the knuckles. 

"The white slut's certainly going to feel that," 
chuckled Koffa as he saw the big black fist pressing 
against Damon's open hole. 

One real hard thrust and Samuel's fist was inside the 
white man. Then he kept pushing and his fist slid deep 
into Damon's bowels. Samuel now felt for the first time 
the warm bowels around his arm, the pulsating 
intestines around his plunging limb. 

Deeper and deeper he forced his fist until it was now 
buried up to the elbow. Then he too started to fuck in 
and out of poor Damon's body. Like the other two before 
him, Samuel used the whole length of his lower arm to 
fuck up and down Damon's shit channel. Sweating, 
puffing and panting, Samuel fucked poor Damon like that 
for more than forty minutes as Damon screamed as best 
as he could the pain seeming to get worse as the 
minutes ticked past. 

When Samuel withdrew his fist he joined Koffa and 
Baptiste in drinking some more beer. 

"How's Ghankay now?" Baptiste called across to Gyude. 

"He'll fucking live," grunted Gyude sourly as he 
continued to apply the soothing balm to Ghankay's 
shoulders, back and buttocks. 

The three men finished their beers. 

"How about trying to double fist fuck the bastard?" 
Baptiste suggested. 

"We'll never get two fists in his hole even if we cut 
the ring muscle," Koffa replied. 

"This is what we will do. I will clench my fist and 
then you put your hand over it and hold it tightly so 
that out arms are close together. Then we will force 
our fists in that way," Baptiste said. 

Koffa was all for it of course and Samuel was equally 
as enthusiastic as he was keen to see just how wide 
Damon's cunt would stretch. Baptiste and Koffa knelt 
behind Damon side by side. Baptiste clenched his fist 
and Koffa covered it with his own hand as they pressed 
their arms closely together. Then they placed the fists 
against Damon's hole which had still not properly 
closed. They started to push and slowly but surely 
Damon's ring continued to stretch as the double fist 
entered his body. 

His pitifully feeble cries of pain had no effect on the 
black men. Baptiste and Koffa continued to force their 
double fist into Damon's body. Slowly but surely their 
wrists disappeared inside the body of their white 
victim and soon the lower half of their forearms were 
buried inside Damon's bowels. 

Then, laughing and joking, Baptiste and Koffa started 
to double fuck the white soldier. They pulled their 
arms out as far as their wrists and then slammed them 
back up again. Each time they thrust back in a little 
more of their arms disappeared inside poor Damon's 
body. Both black men had thick muscular arms and it 
must have been worse for Damon to have been fucked by 
these two black arms than if they had made him service 
a stallion. They fucked him this way for more than 
twenty minutes during which time Gyude sauntered over 
to watch the fun. 

Ghankay was still resting face down on the bench. 

As Baptiste and Koffa pulled their fists out of Damon's 
terribly abused body his arse looked a complete wreck. 
Nobody could have believed that a man's hole could gape 
so wide unless they had seen it with their own eyes. 
You could have driven a tank into Damon's bowels and 
there would still have been room for a saloon car to 
enter as well - or so it seemed. 

"Hey I'd like some of that action," Gyude said, "how 
about Samuel and me having a go?" he asked. 

"How's Ghankay now Gyude?" Baptiste asked looking hard 
at his friend. 

"He's fine now Baptiste and I expect he'll be coming 
over here very soon," Gyude replied with a grin. 

"Good, well you and Samuel double fist the white 
bastard whilst Koffa and myself have another beer," 
Baptiste said. 

So Gyude and Samuel now knelt behind Damon. Gyude 
clenched his fist and Samuel covered it easily with his 
own big hand. Then, just as Baptiste and Koffa had 
done, they started to double fist fuck the doomed white 
soldier. 

Amazingly, despite all this abuse, Damon was still 
conscious and fully aware of everything that was 
happening; not only aware of it but feeling it too as 
the fists drove in and out of his body. 

Samuel and Gyude spent half an hour fist fucking the 
poor white soldier and then they pulled their fists out 
of his battered body and joined the friends in having a 
bottle of beer. 

Ghankay now came over as he was feeling a lot better 
after the treatment that Gyude had given him to soothe 
the wounds of his punishment whipping and caning. He 
looked at the state that Damon was in and smiled well 
pleased with what he saw. 

"The white slut's still conscious then Baptiste?" 
Ghankay remarked questioningly. 

"Yeah, still conscious and feeling pain. He sure has 
lasted well, much better than most of our victims I 
must admit," Baptiste replied. 

"What next?" Ghankay enquired. 

"Well as we are coming to an end with the whore I 
thought we would see how many holes we could fill. 
First we cut off his nose, he won't be needing that 
where he's going. Then cut some of the muscles in his 
ear holes so that cocks can be forced into them. Once 
that is done we will fuck him as follows. Koffa and 
Gyude take an ear hole each. 

Ghankay fucked his mouth and the hole where his nose 
was. Make sure the whore keeps breathing Ghankay. 
Samuel and myself will fuck his cunt, it's so fucking 
slack it needs both of us to do that. Just before 
Samuel or myself cum, one of us will stick our cock 
into the hole in his belly so we fill that. We will try 
to work it so we all cum together. Any comments?" 
Baptiste asked. 

The others started to clap and cheer Baptiste and 
Ghankay went to one of the cupboards and came back 
bearing a box of knives and other implements. 

"Okay," Baptiste said, "let's get rid of the cunt's 
nose." 

Damon had heard all this through his fog of rolling 
pain. He tried to scream out for mercy, he tried to 
scream for them to kill him right away, but all he 
could do was make gargled sounds of objection in his 
throat. 

"Hold his head tightly Samuel," Baptiste said as he 
stood astride Damon's neck with his legs either side of 
the white man. 

His black body against the white blood splattered body 
of Damon was startling in it's contrast. Baptiste's 
strong black muscular body was gleaming in the electric 
lights. His big black cock was throbbing with 
excitement and he looked the picture of health. Between 
his huge black muscular thighs the pitiful face of the 
white soldier stared up at him held firmly between 
Samuel's black hands. His hairless skull, his eyes with 
no brows, his toothless mouth with no tongue all looked 
grotesque. His thin stretched body with no nipples cock 
or balls and not a single hair looked like a long large 
white maggot that had been splattered with red paint. 

Baptiste now picked up one of the very sharp scalpels 
that Ghankay had brought over. Without wasting a second 
he ran the scalpel down the left side of Damon's nose, 
flush to his skin. The knife cut easily through the 
skin and flesh as Baptiste drew it down from the bridge 
of the nose to the bottom of the nostril. Blood was 
starting to flow from the wound as he did the same with 
the right side of the nose. Then he cut the through the 
flesh and gristle that divided Damon's two nostrils. 

Next he cut across the bridge of Damon's nose and 
finally he pulled the white soldier's nose away from 
his face and sliced beneath it to cut any remaining 
bits of skin, flesh and gristle and he was left holding 
the man's nose in his hand. Blood was flowing freely 
now so Samuel twisted Damon's head to on side and 
pushed it down towards the floor so that the blood 
flowed out of the hole rather than down his throat. 
Baptiste tossed the severed nose casually away. 

"The staff can clean this mess up after we've gone," he 
remarked. 

Then he turned to Koffa and Gyude. 

"Okay you two cut the muscles of his ear holes, make 
the holes big enough to take your cocks," he 
instructed. 

The two Africans picked up a scalpel each and started 
work on Damon's ear holes. The white soldier was far 
too weak to resist as the sharp knives cut into his 
muscles. Both men cut away part of the muscles and 
Damon could no longer hear. The only sound left to him 
now was a terrible buzzing noise in his head as the 
Africans, not very skillfully cut away part of the 
inside of his ear. Despite their lack of skill the 
holes were now large enough to take their cocks. 

They all had another bottle of beer each to get them 
ready for the task ahead. 

"Remember we cum together," Baptiste said to them as he 
and Samuel took their places behind Damon and thrust 
their fully erect black cocks up the soldier's loose 
cunt. 

Ghankay now stood astride Damon in the position that 
Baptiste had been when he'd cut off the white soldier's 
nose. Damon's face looked hideous now that there was a 
gaping hole where his nose had been. His whole face was 
covered in dried blood so that he looked red rather 
than white now. Ghankay thrust his big cock straight 
down into the nostril hole and his cock entered Damon's 
throat. Damon was past sucking cocks now, all he could 
do was try to get air into his lungs. 

Koffa and Gyude stood either side of Damon's head and 
now thrust their erect cocks into his very much 
enlarged ear holes. 

"Let's start," Baptiste said as he saw that the other 
four Africans were ready. 

Then they all thrust in to Damon's body together. They 
pulled out together and then back in, out and in, out 
and in, fucking every hole that they could as hard as 
they could. Ghankay now pulled his blood covered cock 
from Damon's nose hole and thrust it into the white 
soldier's mouth instead. Then he started to fuck that 
for a few hard thrusts before changing back to Damon's 
nose hole. Koffa and Gyude were fucking Damon's ear 
holes managing to get their hard cocks well into 
Damon's head. 

"Shit man this is great," Koffa panted as he fucked as 
hard as he could. 

"Yeah man I won't last long," Gyude replied "this has 
really got me turned on." 

"You'd better last Gyude," Baptiste gasped as he and 
Samuel fucked away at Damon's cunt. "We fucking cum 
together brother, make sure you last out." 

Gyude took Baptiste's words to heart and every time 
that he felt he was going to shoot his load he stopped 
fucking and had a rest. 

"I'm near to cumming Baptiste," Ghankay panted, "we'll 
all have to cum soon." 

"Yeah man, me too" Koffa said as Samuel suddenly pulled 
his cock from Damon's cunt, moved around so that he 
stood astride his body, and then shoved his massive 
cock into the hole in Damon's belly. 

"Let's fucking cum boys, let's fucking cum," Baptiste 
called out as he slammed in and out of Damon's cunt. 

Then all five Africans started to fill Damon's body 
with their cum. Ghankay, after shooting his first load 
into Damon's mouth and down his throat, put his cock 
into the nose hole in Damon's face, and filled that 
with his second and third load of cum. Samuel shot load 
after load of cum into Damon's belly as Koffa and Gyude 
tried the fill the white soldier's head with their 
sperm. 

All five men came time after time as they emptied their 
big balls of their black sperm. At last they were 
finished and slowly withdrew from the various holes in 
the white man's body. They stood around Damon looking 
down at the pitiful sight. The young soldier was still 
breathing, in fact he was gasping and groaning as he 
lay fully stretched no longer looking like a human 
being. 

Baptiste called a guard who came running. As the black 
guard looked at Damon he started to vomit. 

"You fucking stupid black pig," Baptiste snarled, 
"you'll clean that mess up later with your tongue and 
then I'll give you a whipping you won't forget. Now go 
and get a hose and wash this white whore down." 

Shamefaced and very frightened the guard ran outside 
and returned dragging a hosepipe behind him. When he 
was close to Damon he turned the water on and began to 
wash all the filth off Damon's body. Damon, now stone 
deaf because of the treatment his ears had received, 
was barely able to comprehend what was going on. As the 
cold water sluiced over his shaven skull and trickled 
into his various holes such as his nose hole, his mouth 
and the hole in his belly it began to revive him a 
little. He would have been far better off being allowed 
to sink into a coma but that was not Baptiste's way of 
operating. 

Once the guard had finished he was dismissed but warned 
that he would be dealt with later. Once he had gone the 
five Africans looked down at the now reasonably clean 
white man. 

Damon was groaning which indicated to the men watching 
that he was still capable of feeling pain. 

"Time to bring this to a conclusion," Baptiste stated 
in his cruel voice. "I want the stretchers started 
again and then I'm going to see just how far I can get 
my fist into the white whore." 


CHAPTER TWENTY THREE


"Time to bring this to a conclusion," Baptiste stated 
in his cruel voice. "I want the stretchers started 
again and then I'm going to see just how far I can get 
my fist into the white whore." 

He looked around at the men who were watching 
approvingly. Then he went on. 

"Whilst I'm doing that you can amuse yourselves fucking 
the holes in his head, maybe try pissing into them and 
see what happens," he suggested with a chuckle. 

"Not you Gyude," he went on, "I've a special task for 
you. When my fist is buried as deep into the white 
slut's body as I can get it you will cut open him open 
from his neck to the bottom of his belly and try to 
find my fist with your hand. Then we will shake hands 
to show what friends we are." 

Gyude looked at Baptiste for a moment as a big smile 
slowly spread across his face. 

"Shit Baptiste that fucking sounds real hot to me," he 
replied. 

"Well we will find out just how hot very soon," 
Baptiste said dryly. 

They started the machines up as the counter registered 
that the stretch was fourteen inches. 

"This time it stops on until something gives" Baptiste 
stated. 

"Shit I just can't wait to see what happens" Ghankay 
remarked with a grin. 

Baptiste now knelt behind Damon once again. He could 
hear the feeble groans that the white soldier was 
making and knew that the stretchers had now taken up 
any slack in the white man's body that might have 
developed whilst they were switched off. He clenched 
his fist and shoved it straight up Damon's enormously 
wide cunt. Three quarters of his lower arm disappeared 
into the white man's body as Damon let out a slightly 
louder groan of pain. Baptiste pushed forward harder 
and his arm was buried to the elbow and he started to 
fuck up and down. 

In the meantime Samuel had got astride Damon's neck and 
cut off the white soldier's groans by thrusting his 
cock down the white soldier's throat and started to 
fuck in and out. Ghankay now manoeuvred himself so that 
he was able to get his big cock pointing down at the 
hole where Damon's nose used to be. 

As Samuel pulled his cock up from Damon's throat 
Ghankay sent a jet of hot nigger piss into the hole in 
his face. It filled the hole and ran down Damon's 
throat. Then Samuel thrust his cock back down the white 
soldier's throat as Ghankay stopped pissing. Again, as 
Samuel pulled his cock up, Ghankay started to piss and 
when he thrust back down Ghankay stopped and they soon 
had a rhythm going. 

Gyude and Koffa had not been idle. They were taking 
turns at pissing into the holes that had been Damon's 
ears. Most of the piss ran out of the holes but some of 
it ran into the poor soldier's head. 

Damon could not hear anything, could not make a noise 
because of the piss and cock filling his mouth and 
throat. His eyes were bulging and filled with pain 
which indicated that he was still alive and in touch. 

It took about twenty minutes for Koffa, Gyude and 
Ghankay to empty their bladders as they were not 
pissing continuously but kept starting and stopping. 
All the while Baptiste was fucking in and out of 
Damon's shit hole using the whole length of his 
forearm. Samuel was fucking in and out of Damon's 
throat and continued that way for another ten minutes 
after Ghankay had emptied his bladder. Then he started 
to pant and grunt and shot his load of cum into Damon's 
gullet. 

He thrust in and out a few more times until his balls 
were empty. Then he pulled his cock out of Damon's 
mouth and moved away from the white soldier to join the 
other three who were now watching Baptiste. 

Damon was groaning aloud once again as his limbs were 
gradually being pulled from his body. The skin, muscle 
and tendons that were still intact looked like long 
strips of elastic. Had Baptiste wished he could have 
cut through those strips and Damon would have been 
lying on the floor with no arms or legs which would 
still have been attached to the ratchets. 

However that was not what the black man wanted. He 
wanted to see just how much those strips would stretch 
before they split under the intense pressure exerted on 
them. The beauty of this as far as Baptiste was 
concerned was that it was not life threatening; Damon 
would still be alive and breathing when his arms and 
legs had been torn from his body. Not only that but, 
hopefully, he would still be conscious to enjoy to the 
full his final moments on earth. 

Hence Baptiste decided on a change of plans. 

He removed his arm from the groaning white soldier's 
cunt and moved to join his black brothers. As he pulled 
up a chair he shouted to a guard and a man came running 
in. It was not the one who had vomited on seeing the 
sight of Damon, but even this black man seemed to turn 
pale as he looked at the tortured body of the white 
man. Baptiste ordered the guard to bring them a crate 
of beer and some snacks. 

As the guard hurried away the counter clicked over to 
register fifteen inches. It seemed impossible for 
Damon's skin and muscles to stretch much further 
between those two machines as they wound the ratchets 
back in. 

Whilst they waited for the beer and snacks to arrive 
Baptiste outlined his final plans for Damon. 

"We will wait until one or more of his limbs are torn 
literally from his body. If only one arm or leg is 
ripped away then we will wait to see if the other one 
goes. Once either both his arms or both his legs are 
gone then we will cut the skin and muscle holding the 
remainder so that the white whore will be left 
limbless. Then he goes on the table and I'll finish the 
fist fucking and him" Baptiste said. 

The guard had brought the beers and snacks and now 
hurriedly left the scene. 

"Will I still cut him open?" Gyude asked eagerly. 

"Of course you will Gyude, that will be the final act," 
Baptiste answered as he gave a sly wink to Koffa. 

They now sat around drinking the beer and eating the 
snacks as nothing much seemed to be happening. Damon's 
groans, however, were getting louder indicating that 
the stretching was becoming quite intolerable. One hour 
passed and the counter clicked to sixteen inches. 
Ghankay got up, wandered across to the groaning white 
soldier whose eyes were wide open as was his mouth. 
Damon was gasping for breath as breathing became more 
difficult. Then the reason for Ghankay getting up 
became obvious. 

"A treat for you slut," Ghankay growled, "this is what 
I'd love to do to every white fucker who walked on this 
earth" he said not knowing or caring whether Damon 
understood. 

Of course the white soldier did not hear a word the 
black man said as his hearing had been ruined by the 
treatment he'd received. 

Ghankay pointed his cock at Damon and started to piss. 
His bladder was full from the beer and he pissed for a 
full four minutes covering the white soldier's body 
with his hot nigger urine. Then he returned to the 
group. 

A few minutes later Koffa got up, went over to Damon 
and pissed all over his head and face. It was not long 
before Samuel needed release and he too covered Damon 
with his piss. 

They drank more beer as the counter clicked over to 
seventeen inches. 

"Shit I just would not have thought that he would have 
stretched that much," Baptiste said as poor Damon 
continued to groan. 

Then the inevitable happened and with an audible snap 
part of the skin connecting Damon's left arm to his 
shoulder gave way. Now all that was holding it was some 
thin twisted muscle and tendon. Five minutes passed, 
then ten and then fifteen before another loud snap as 
the skin connecting Damon's right thigh to his body 
gave way. Now he was held there by thin twisted muscle 
and tendon. The skin of his right shoulder split and 
tore five minutes after his right thigh. Now the men 
started to lay side bets on what would go first, 
Damon's right or left arm or his legs. 

Damon was groaning and trying to scream but his body 
would not give him the air necessary for that. Amid his 
groans of pain his rasping breathing could now be 
heard. Then, as the counter clicked to eighteen inches 
there was a loud zinging sound rather like that of 
elastic breaking. The shoulder end of Damon's left arm 
fell to the floor whilst his hand remained firmly 
fastened to the ratchet. 

The young soldier's upper body now took a definite 
lurch to the left which put additional strain on his 
right arm. The Africans could now see the connecting 
thread of muscle and sinew between Damon's right arm 
and his body looking like a very thin thread of red and 
white. Then, as they cheered and held their bottles of 
beer aloft, the thread snapped. Two things happened at 
the same time. 

The top of Damon's right arm hit the floor as did the 
back of Damon's head as his upper body was released 
from the ratchets. As his skull hit the floor it made a 
sickening crunching noise. 

Ghankay hurried across to Damon. 

"Shit I hope he's not hurt himself," Ghankay said as he 
knelt down by Damon's head not appreciating the irony 
of what he was saying. 

Damon was now still suspended to the ratchets by his 
feet but his head and shoulders were now on the ground 
whilst his arms, separated from his body, were still 
attached to the ratchets by the hands. Ghankay lifted 
Damon's skull as the white soldier groaned. 

"Shit he's still conscious," Ghankay said as he placed 
Damon's head back onto the floor. 

Baptiste and the others had now walked across and 
Baptise was holding a scalpel in his hand. He went to 
the rear of Damon where the soldier's body was still 
held to his legs by the very thin thread of tissue and 
muscle. He told Samuel and Koffa to hold on to Damon's 
body and then cut through the thread on the left side. 
The top of Damon's leg fell to the ground whilst the 
bottom was still secured to the ratchet by the ring 
through the foot. Then Baptiste moved to Damon's right 
side and cut through that thread as well. Samuel and 
Koffa were now holding the legless body off the floor. 

Amazingly Damon was still groaning, his eyes flickering 
backwards and forwards. Still he was not to be granted 
the pleasant relief of unconsciousness. 

Baptiste told Ghankay and Gyude to lift Damon off the 
floor and then the four Africans carried the armless 
and legless young soldier across to the operating 
table. There was very little blood flowing from the arm 
and leg sockets as they had been empty for a couple of 
days. They laid Damon down on the table on his back and 
the poor young man's eyes were still flickering about 
as he groaned in terrible agony. 

Once he was safely on the table they positioned him so 
that his wide loose cunt was just on the edge of one 
end. They fastened a strap that ran across his neck in 
order to hold him down. Once again Baptiste clenched 
his fist and then thrust it straight up the limbless 
white soldier's cunt. He did not stop until he was 
buried to the elbow. 

"Hold down on his body brothers," Baptiste panted as he 
tried to force his arm deeper. 

The four men, two either side of Damon, pressed hard 
down on the groaning soldier's body. 

Baptiste pushed harder and slowly his elbow disappeared 
into Damon's body. Now the African's bulging bicep was 
trying to force it's way through the white man's hole. 
Sweat was pouring of Baptiste's body as the ring split 
completely under the strain. Damon could still be heard 
groaning so they knew that he was feeling every moment 
of his torture. Baptiste's thick bicep now disappeared 
into Damon's body and the African felt his fist 
breaking through the wall of the white soldier's 
stomach. Blood began to run from Damon's mouth as he 
started to bleed internally. 

"Now Gyude, now get that fucking body cut open," 
Baptiste panted eager that Damon should still be alive 
when it happened. 

Gyude picked up the scalpel and pressed it into Damon's 
body just below the throat. Then he started to slice 
through the skin and flesh as he ran the scalpel down 
the centre of Damon's body towards the bottom of his 
stomach. Blood began to flow and the scalpel bit deeper 
as he got lower. Baptiste saw the danger and retracted 
his fist as the knife bit through the stomach cavity. 
Gyude cut right through Damon's skin and flesh opening 
the stomach right down to the pit of Damon's belly. As 
he finished Baptiste thrust his fist back in all the 
way in up to the shoulder. 

Damon's groaning had stopped now and blood was running 
freely from both ends of him as Gyude put the scalpel 
down. Through the opening in his stomach Damon's 
entrails could be seen like huge off white coiled 
snakes. 

"Now feel around and try and find my fist," Baptiste 
ordered Gyude. 

The black man put his hand into Damon's stomach and 
felt his entrails slithering around. He suddenly turned 
very pale and started to throw up. As he did so he 
caught hold of part of Damon's colon which slithered 
about under his grasp. Gyude swayed a little and then 
slumped to the floor unconscious. 

"Fucking shit," snarled Koffa, "what a weak fucking 
pussy that bastard is" he said annoyed at having lost 
the wager. 

Samuel had stepped over Gyude's unconscious body and 
thrust his hand wrist deep into Damon's stomach. He 
felt around and then found Baptiste's fist. Baptiste 
unclenched it and the two slapped hands amid Damon's 
blood and guts. As they did so a death rattle started 
to sound in Damon's throat. His eyes rolled back into 
his head so that only the whites were showing and then 
he expired. 

Samuel withdrew his bloody hand from Damon's stomach 
whilst Baptiste pulled his out from the white soldier's 
cunt. 

Gyude now got unsteadily to his feet as Baptiste eyed 
him with contempt. 

"That fucking white whore had more guts than you 
Gyude," he said, "he's lasted months without passing 
out and you could only last five fucking minutes." 

Gyude said nothing but felt deeply humiliated and 
ashamed. He knew that he had lost face in front of his 
friends and, what was worse, in front of a servant, 
Samuel, and also in front of Baptiste's bitch. 

"Let's have a beer," Ghankay suggested. 

"Shut up bitch," snapped Baptiste, "you are no longer a 
fucking brother." 

But they all had a beer anyway. Baptiste summoned the 
guards and told them he wanted Damon's body fed to the 
wild animals so that not a trace of him would be left. 
They were also to scrub the main room out until it was 
spotless and then clean every item of equipment. 

Then all five returned to their private quarters. 
Samuel was officially welcomed into the brotherhood and 
Baptiste announced that he and his bitch would be going 
to one of their country retreats for a few days. He 
asked Samuel if he would like to accompany them also 
together with his bitch. Samuel eagerly agreed. 

He told Koffa and Gyude that he would be contacting 
them in three days time to let them know when the two 
rebels would be collected from the interrogation 
centre. 

Once all that was sorted out Ghankay asked permission 
of his master to speak. Baptiste agreed. 

He suggested that they sent more pictures from the CCTV 
to Damon's family, friends and also his old military 
unit in Hong Kong. He felt that a few shots showing the 
demise of the white slut would do the rest of the white 
fuckers a power of good. 

"They'd be throwing up all over the fucking place when 
they saw those shots," he said. 

Baptiste looked at Ghankay with a frown. 

"There is no way any pictures will be sent anywhere," 
he said. Then he added, "I wish the first lot had not 
been sent by you bitch, I know that if I was a brother 
soldier, comrade and friend of his I would go to the 
ends of the earth to seek revenge. Let's hope that 
doesn't happen in this fucking case." 

Then he looked at his new friend Samuel. 

"In the meantime we've a few days break to enjoy with 
our bitches and after that two rebels to play with," he 
said. 

Later that evening Baptiste, Samuel and the two bitches 
left together. Gyude and Koffa left the following 
morning. The guards fed Damon's body to the wild 
animals so that not a trace was left and, over the next 
few days, cleaned the main room and all the equipment 
until it all looked like new. 

And thus Damon rested peacefully at last after 
undergoing real hell on earth for the last few months 
of his life. 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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