SLAVEBOY STORY

BY COREY HAIM

[ part 2 ]

Alex's introduction to Torture "Allright kid on your feet!" They had administered knockout antidote a few minutes before. With their sophisticated medical monitors they knew exactly when Alex would be ready for some entertainment. Slowly the boy got up. "WhaYIIEE!" One the men, Clem, had tapped him lightly on his bare shoulder with a funny looking stick; a short club with two thick wires at the end. There was nothing funny about how it felt; Alex thought someone had just set his shoulder on fire.

"Rule 1, kid," Clem brought the shock prod to within a centimeter of Alex's right nipple, "You speak only when told to. Otherwise," the prod brushed Alex's nipple. Alex screamed and fell down.

"Rule 2," Clem straddled, him, "You don't do nothing unless we say it's o.k. Did we tell him to lie down, Russ?"

"Don't believe so, Clem." "Well in that case . .." Clem zapped Alex's chest and stomach a dozen times, focusing on the screaming eight-year-old's nipples and belly button. Russ pulled the boy to his feet. "OK, Alex get that swimsuit off; we want to see you totally naked in one second flat."

Alex was too stunned from the torture and the lingering aftereffects of the drugs to move.

"Oh, shit, not another stubborn brat," Russ moaned, as Clem yanked the boy's speedo off .Instinctively Alex reached down to cover his tiny genitals. Russ grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back. He held the boy up while Clem went to work on his penis and testicles with the shock prod. After an eternity (actually two minutes), God intervened.

"Gentlemen," an iron voice crackled from the walls, "time to move on."

"Right, boss," Russ acknowledged, "The brat needs a good whipping. How many do we give him."

"No more than twenty. And I mean 20, Mr. Roveshrub," Russ gave Clem a knowing glance. Clem just shrugged. "in equal distributions."

Alex was dragged to a high bar. Russ secured his wrists to the top, leaving Alex dangling a half a meter off the ground.

"WOOSH-CRACK!" For an instant Alex felt nothing by heavy blow across his right shoulder, but then the pain rushed over him like nothing he had ever felt before. Unlike the torment from the prod which left quickly once the prod withdrew, this pain grew and grew like a fire across his bare shoulders.

"WOOSH-CRACK!" Alex screamed as the whip caught his left shoulder. "WOOSH-CRACK!" "AYEEE!" Slowly and methodically the men whipped the naked little boy, carefully targeting a different spot each time. "WOOSH-CRACK!" "AYEEE!!" WHOOSH CRACK!" Five lashes across his small back and shoulders.

"WOOSH-CRACK!" "YIEEEEEEEE!" Alex jerked forward his left buttock aflame. "WOOSH-CRACK!" The whip fell across his right buttock. "WOOSH-CRACK!" Once more on his left buttock. "WOOSH-CRACK!" "YIEEEE!" Then "WOOSH-CRACK!: "AIEEEEEUUUUEE!" They whipped his skinny buttocks five times.

Next came his thighs and lower legs. "WOOSH-CRACK!" YIEEEEE! "WOOSH-CRACK!" "WOOSH-CRACK!" Alex's throat was raw from screaming. "WOOSH-CRACK!" "WOOSH CRACK!"

The men took a moment to admire their artistry. Sixteen angry red welts crisscrossed the naked eight year old from neck to ankles.

Then they moved in front and started whipping Alex's nipples and chest. The boy hung limply, his fine thin ribs arching away from his skinny abdomen. "WOOSH-CRACK!" One of the men whipped his left nipple. "WOOSH-CRACK!" The other man whipped his right nipple. "WOOSH-CRACK!" His upper ribs. "WOOSH CRACK!" The whip curled around his lower ribs. "WOOSH-CRACK!" The final lash struck directly across the center of Alex's chest, catching both nipples."Excellent work, gentlemen," God commented. "Now be so good to get him on the electric shock table."

"For how long, sir?"

"He will need to be tortured for at least ten minutes, but not more than thirty, Russell," Simons replied.

Clem took Alex down and carried him to a metal table equipped with five leather straps, one in the middle and four at each corner. Pinning the helpless boy down Clem drew the middle strap tightly around his waist. He then pulled each small leg as far apart as possible before tying on the ankle straps. The same procedure was followed for the boy's arms and wrists. With Alex securely spread-eagled, Clem undid the center strap to force a small wooden dowel under the boy's ass. This forced Alex's small anus into view. Meanwhile Russ was getting the torture machine ready. Satisfied with the settings he attached two alligator clips to Alex's nipples and put a third on his belly button. Clem busied himself putting two electrodes on each small foot, then ran a wire up Alex's ass. Two small clips went on each tiny ball and slightly larger one was attached to the 8-year old's tiny penis.

TAKE THEM OFF PLEASSE! THEY'RE KILLING ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING, JUST TAKE THEM OFF!"

A loud buzz interrupted Alex's protests. Then every muscle in his body was suddenly ripped by white hot fists. He arched from the table then fell back gasping. A second even stronger jolt hit him "AYIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth."AYEEEEEEEEEEE! AYEEIEEEEE! AYEEEEEE!" The little boy shrieked like a thing demented as he was lashed with even more intense shocks coming ten seconds apart. After 5 minutes of this torture (which to little Alex was more like 5 centuries) the machine paused briefly and changed its aim. "AYYYYY!" Alex yelped as dozens of red hot needles shot through his nipples. A white hot knife plunged into his bellybutton. A giant spear thrusted through his anus to torment his baby prostate.

"YEEEEEEE!" Ten zillion fire ants chewed happily on his penis. An invisible giant with steel toed boots kicked the 8-year-old's testicles. The machine then switched back to full body shocks, this time at an even higher level. Pulse after pulse of agonizing surged through the nude child, each blast now coming at five second intervals. Three minutes of this was followed by another three minutes of selective shocks in a random cycle. Ten seconds to his nipples. A quarter minute to his toes. Twenty three second electrical lashed his penis. A dozen jolts to his anus and prostate. Forty-five seconds for his stomach. Two minutes simultaneously to his nipples and penis. Four minutes of body shocks came next, the shocks coming at two second intervals now. Alex's nipples and penis were tortured for with pulses every second for a full minute.

"Very good gentlemen," God spoke. "He's managed to last 12 minutes without loosing consciousness. You may increase the intensity by fifty percent."

Alex couldn't scream anymore. The bolts were hitting him every half second now. His penis, his nipples, his balls all felt as though a mad pit bull was devouring them. Elephants wearing spiked boots trampled every inch of his body. He was being dipped into molten lava. Zeus whipped him with his thunderbolts. Finally the eight-year-old's system couldn't take any more and he fainted. Russ poured a bucket of ice cold water over him. "You're not down, not by a long shot, kid," he told the sputtering choking child. Alex was tortured for another eight minutes before fainting again, then he was revived for another six minute session. At long last the men removed the electrodes and took the traumatized little boy off the table.