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Subject: The Inquistor Chapter 5
Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 14:44:14 -0600
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The Inquisitor






This Story is Fiction. Any person, event, or location is strictly 
coincidental. This Story contains Extreme BDSM, CBT, male to male sex, male 
to boy sex, and Torture. Any person who is offended by any of the above 
should leave this site at once. This Story is about the life of the Chief 
Inquisitor of the Prophet.



The Beginning 5



As I prepared to push my cock into Paul's ass, I heard a scream of pain 
from Edwards.

"Please stop. I'll talk, just stop the pain please.

I told Paul as much as I wanted to fuck his ass it would have to wait. I 
released him from the table and told him to go get my recorder from the 
office. Paul jumped off the table pulled his pants on and rushed into my 
office. When he returned he looked composed, but when he got close to me 
reached up and kissed me.

"I can wait Master, But I really want you to put me on the table and tie me 
down before you fuck me."

"Ok Paul if that's what you want."

We went back into room C and I walked over to Samuel Edwards.

"Are you ready to answer all my questions?"

"Yes, yes. Just take the heat away."

I slid the brazier away from under Edwards balls. Turned on my recorder.

"Who is your supplier?"

"Carlos Escabar from Brazil. He comes to visit with a diplomatic passport. 
The drugs come in, in the diplomatic pouch."

"How long have you been dealing with him?

"Three years."

"How many street dealers do you have?"

When he hesitated to answer my question, I raised the brazier 6 inches and 
started to move it back under his ball sack.

"No Please, We have about 500 pushers. About 50 in the DC area and the rest 
spread across the country."

"Do you have a list of these pushers."

Again he hesitated and I pushed the brazier under his ball sack. The effect 
was immediate. He let out a blood curdling scream.

"EEEEEEEYOWWWWWWWWW. Yes, Yes!!! It is on my computer in my office."

"You have an password for the files. What is it?"

"Parren, parren in lower case."

"Good that's all I need."

"Then your going to let my family go?"

"No!"

"But why I told you what you wanted to know. You have all the information 
you need. You don't need to hurt my family anymore."

"True. But I can't disappoint my apprentice. He would just never forgive 
me."

I pushed the X frame holding Samuel Edwards into room A.

"You can listen to their screams of pain from here. And you can think on 
what the Prophet is going to do you. I don't know what he has in mind, but 
it is going to be very public."

I left him there and returned to Room C. Paul had stopped the table control 
that was forcing Gary's cock into Parren's ass. I approached Paul and told 
him that before he started on Parren, we needed to conclude our 
relationship with States Prisoner.

"What do you plan to do with him Master."

"He has been condemned to death by hanging. I plan to hang him, but not 
with rope, but with wire. Wheel him into the chamber off room B. I'll be 
there shortly. You can remove all the restraints on his balls and cock."

I went to my office and called the State Prosecutors' office. I told them I 
was finished with there prisoner and that I planned to carry out his 
execution.

"Return his body please."

"Agreed."

I went to what I called my execution room. It was really simple. Just a 6 
by 10 foot room with a nine foot ceiling with three hooks set in the 
ceiling. Paul had wheeled the prisoner into this bleak room. I turned to 
the prisoner.

"Cardinal Washington, you have been sentenced to die by hanging by the 
State of Virginia for possession of a narcotic. I am now going to carry out 
that sentence. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried 
out."

"FUCK YOU, FUCK THE PROPHET!"

"Paul lower the X frame down."

After Paul had lowered the X frame, I slipped a noose made from piano wire 
with a slip knot over the Prisoners head and around his neck. I tightened 
it and places the other end behind his head.

"Ok raise the frame to its highest point."

After the frame is raised to its highest point I slip another loop over one 
of the hooks in the ceiling.

"Unstrap his legs Paul, but watch it he may try to kick out."

After his legs were free the only thing holding him up was the strap around 
his waist and the ones holding his arms. I helped Paul unstrap his arms and 
tie them with a plastic tie behind his back. As I undid the waist strap his 
body dropped onto to wire noose and started to strangle him. Paul pushed 
the X frame away so the Prisoner was hanging free.

As the wire around his neck started to tighten it also cut into his throat 
and blood stated to run down his neck and chest. As he struggled the noose 
tightened slowly strangling him. It is an extremely painful way to die. But 
he deserved it. Paul and I left him to die. Alone.

We returned to Room C and the boys and girl of Samuel Edwards. Parren was 
moaning on the table. I noticed that Paul had attached banana clips to his 
teats, ears, nose and corona of his young cock.

"Do you want to suck him off before you start Paul?"

"No Master, I jacked him as his brother was fucking him and he didn't come 
very much. I'd like to do Gary before you start on him though."

"Agreed you can suck Gary off before I start to put him to the Question."

Paul put a strap over Parren's waist and two more over his thighs high up 
close to his crotch. He then picked up one of the electro needles, and 
grabbing Parren's ball sack and pulling it up tight forced the needle into 
Parren's right testicle. Parren let out a shriek of pain and tears were 
running down his face. He was mumbling why, why, why. Paul then pushed the 
other needle into Parren's other testicle. With this further abuse of his 
young balls Parren screamed louder and still asked why. Paul grabbed Parren's 
young and very soft cock and viciously pushed the cock probe into his piss 
slit. Paul hadn't used any lubricant and as it rasped into his young cock, 
blood started to ooze out of the kids piss slit. This acted as a lubricant 
and Paul pushed it all the way in. Paul then attached leads to both teats, 
both ears and his nose. He picked up the largest anal probe electrode from 
the table and forced it into Parren's ass. He then Attached a return lead 
to Parren's right thigh.

"How is that Master? Did I do everything right Master?"

'Perfect Paul. You have learned very well. You will indeed be a good 
Inquisitor."

"You can continue to hook the leads up to the electro torture machine, but 
don't start until I return."

"Yes Master."

I walked back through room A and slapped Edwards balls on my way to my 
office. Oh how I wish the Prophet had allow me to torture him. I really 
wanted to fry his cock and balls right off his body. But it was not to be. 
I went into my office and called the clinical interrogation Center. Asking 
about Edward Steven's wife I found that she had known every thing that had 
been going on and had also listed the names and addresses of 6 of her 
lovers. I then phoned the Prophet.

"What have you found out Master Inquisitor?"

"Samuel Edwards, by his own admission has been dealing drugs for three 
years. I have the name and occupation of his supplier and his present wear 
a bouts. I can also obtain a complete list of all his street pushers. His 
wife, under chemical interrogation has confirmed Edwards as the middle man 
in the drug organization. She has also admitted to having Six extramarital 
lovers. I have all there addresses as well. What is your wish My Prophet?"

"Samuel Edwards is to be transported to the Congressional Cells. In Chains. 
You can make the rest of his family disappear."

"Yes My Prophet, Who Sits by God's Side. As you command, so it shall be 
done.

The line went dead. I dialed the chief Proctors office and told him to pick 
up Samuel Edwards, put him in chains and transport him to the cellblock at 
the Congress.

"Yes Master Inquisitor."

I then dialed the clinic and ordered Samuel Edwards wife to be given a 
lethal injection and then have her body cremated and the ashes washed down 
the drain. I now had carte blank to torture and kill his children. 
Wonderful. Looking at the clock I noticed that it was almost 3 pm and my 
stomach told me I was hungry. I ordered a large lunch for two and then 
headed back to the interrogation room.

"Well Paul are ready to begin?"

"Yes Master, but I am getting hungry, can we order something."

"Way ahead of you Paul. I have ordered a large lunch for two, but we have 
about an hour before it will be here. So you can begin if you wish."

I noticed Paul had turned up the Amperage to 75. He didn't plan on any 
preliminary mild shocks.

Paul pushed the two slide switches attached to the young Parren's balls all 
the way to 1000 volts. The young boys body spasmed on the table and even 
though he looked like he wanted to scream the pain was so intense that the 
scream was stifled by his muscles locking his throat shut. Paul dropped the 
slides to Zero and then slid the slide for his anal entrance to 500 volts. 
This time Parren let of a Banshee shriek or pure unadulterated pain. If my 
chambers had not been sound proofed, it would have been heard outside. 
Sliding the anal switch down to 100 volts, he then slid the one attached to 
his cock to 1000 volts. I could see the young kids cock quivering at this 
onslaught to his young member.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PLEASE STOP!!!!!" Parren screamed.

Paul then pushed all the slides attached to his balls and ass to 1000 
volts. At this onslaught of pure pain, Parren passed out. Paul then 
returned all the slides to zero.

He grabbed a ammonia capsule and broke it under Parren's nose. Parren came 
out of his forced slumber and immediately started to scream. Spittle was 
running out of his mouth as the pain in his genital region slowly subsided. 
As Paul looked down at the kids cock and balls he noticed Parren had a semi 
erect cock. As I have told him repeatedly, punishing the balls and cock 
with electrical energy can turn a person on.

Paul looked at me with a look of disgust.

"Can we go for lunch Master?"

"Yes Paul, lets go."

We left Parren as he was and left the room and went to my office.

"Well Paul it didn't take you long to get the kid horny."

"Sorry Master, but I like to here him scream in pain. I forgot that you 
told me that applying electrical energy to a persons cock and balls can 
become erotic after a time."

"Especially if you are using high amps. It causes the blood to rush to the 
painful area."

Our lunch arrived and as we ate we discussed the days events.

"Is it true Master that a person been hanged ejaculates before he dies."

"In most cases yes, I am not sure why but the next time we hang someone we 
can wait and see. Or maybe you can suck him off as he expires."

"Really Master. You would let me do that?"

"Paul you can do anything you want with any subjects who are unlucky enough 
to be sent here."

"Oh My Master. I really love you. When can you strap me down on one of your 
tables and fuck me."

"Are you sure Paul that all you want me to do is fuck you?"

"No Master. I think I want you to torture me too. I want to feel some of 
the things that my subjects feel. Not all, but some."

"Ok my love. I will torture you before I fuck your 15 year old ass."

"Thank you Master."

Looking at Paul I could see that he was totally in love with me. I also 
knew now that although he loved to inflict pain, he also wanted to 
experience pain to his body. But not just anywhere, but specifically to his 
balls, cock and ass. This was going to an interesting relationship. I loved 
to inflict pain, specifically to the lower region of the body. Although he 
had asked me what prairie oysters tasted like and I had not told him, I had 
in the past actually cooked a prisoners balls and after castrating him had 
let him watch while I ate them. They were actually quite tasty. Maybe I'll 
try a cooked cock next.

When we returned to the interrogation room, Parren was crying silently. 
Gary was slumped in the X frame he was attached to while Wanda was looking 
warily around. I walked over to Wanda and gently inserted my finger in to 
her vagina. Well, well, well. She was still a virgin. She looked at me with 
hate filled eyes but never spoke a word. I walked over to Gary and grabbed 
his balls. He became instantly alert.

"Please Sir. I need to get off. My cock is hurting so much and my balls are 
burning."

"Not as much as they will be burning later." I replied.

"Sir can you tell me why you are doing this to us."

"Yes, I suppose I should. Your father admitted to pushing drugs onto the 
streets of this country. He was a public servant in the Inner Circle. He 
had everything and could have raped and killed anyone and nothing would 
have happened to him, as he had immunity from prosecution. But bringing 
drugs into a society that is drug free is the worst crime he could have 
committed. The Prophet, May God Watch over Him, had decreed that drugs were 
the work of the devil and had stamped out drug usage in America. Now your 
father brought more back in. The Prophet is going to execute your father. 
He told me to make you and your brother and sister disappear. Your mother 
has already been executed by lethal injection on my order. So it just 
leaves you three. Paul is going to torture your brother Parren to death. I'm 
going to torture you to death. And then the both of us will play with Wanda's 
body."

With this pronouncement Wanda started screaming. Gary just looked at me 
with tears running down his face. Parren was really not here, as I think 
the session with the electrical torture may have effected his brain.

As I watched Paul, I saw him apply a white hot needle to Parren's right 
teat and he hardly even whimpered.

"What the matter with him Master? He hardly felt that needle in his teat."

"I'm sorry Paul. But I think he has gone into catatonic state. I don't 
think you can do anything to bring him around. The previous session was so 
painful to his mind that it just shut off. But Paul you must kill him. How 
you do it is up to you, but he must die."

Paul picked up a large knife from the sidebar and looked at me. For the 
first time I saw real pain in Paul's eyes. He had never before killed 
anyone. Not deliberately or otherwise.

"PAUL!"

'Yes Master."

"You Have to do it. The Prophet has ordered it and as my apprentice, you 
choose to torture that boy. Place the knife over his throat at an angle. 
Push down hard and just pull it toward you. It's simple.

Paul placed the knife as I told him, but then just stood there, not moving.

"PAUL DO IT NOW!"

As I shouted at Paul, his reflect action pulled the knife across Parren's 
throat, cutting deeply into his artery leading to the boys brain and also 
across his throat cutting it wide open. The blood rushed from the severed 
artery down over Parren's chest and onto the table. A brief rasping sound 
came from Parren then he laid still. It was over. Parren was dead and Paul 
was devastated. Gary let out a scream of anguish as he watched his brother 
die. Wanda never uttered a word. Paul turned and looked at me. I swung my 
arm up and slapped him hard across the face. So hard that he flew back and 
down onto the floor.

"GET UP!"

Paul stood up and walked over to me and went down on one knee.

"I am sorry Master."

"Not Good enough. Stand up.

As he stood I hit him again. This time with a balled fist. Again he went 
down onto the floor.

"STAND BEFORE ME!"

As he stood up, I could tears welling from his eyes and blood running from 
a split lip where I had hit him. He came and stood, with his head up 
waiting for the next blow to fall. He saw the pure fury in my eyes. He knew 
that he had failed me. But he didn't know his fate.

"Paul I want you to take that knife you used to cut Parren's throat and cut 
his head from his body. After you have done that you will cut his balls and 
cock off and put them into his mouth. Do it now."

Paul turned to the body of Parren and picking up the knife started cutting 
at his throat. After a lot of pushing and cutting, getting blood all over 
his hands and arms severed the head from Parren's body. Not sure what to do 
with it he set it on his chest. He then in one swipe cut Parren's balls and 
cock off. Taking the bloody balls and cock in one hand he forced them into 
Parren's severed heads mouth.

"Good Paul."

I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him from the chamber. I pushed him 
into a chair in my office. He was almost limp. I picked up the phone and 
ordered that the two prisoners in room C be moved to Room A and that the 
body in room C be removed and cremated and the ashes be discarded.

I looked up at Paul. He was sitting with his head bowed.

"Go clean yourself Paul."

He got up and staggered into the bathroom attached to my office. I got up 
and poured myself a stiff drink. After a sip set it down as Paul came out 
of the washroom. He walked over to where I was standing and went down on 
one knee, with his head bowed.

"I am sorry Master. I failed you, I failed you miserably. Please forgive 
me. It will not ever happen again. I know why as a Jew, I didn't end up on 
the table. I know what I like to do. I like to torture people, I love to be 
able to do all you have taught me. And I know now in my heart that all who 
end up on our tables die. One way or the other. If it is your wish now to 
put me to the question I understand and will willingly accept my fate. You 
the Master. I am your slave. I will always be your slave."

"Strip!"

Paul undressed slowly pondering his fate. After he was totally nude 
standing before me, I reached down and fingered the gold ring in his cock. 
As I played with the ring he started to get hard. When he was fully erect, 
I grabbed him by his cock and dragged him out of my office and down a long 
semi dark hallway until I came to an old wooden door. I took a key from 
pocket and opened the door and pulled him inside.

"Stand here and don't move."

I picked up an old fashioned torch from the wall and lit it with my 
lighter. As it burst into flame it cast an orange glow in the immediate 
area. I walked around the room slowly lighting other torches fastened to 
the wall until the entire room glowed in an orange light. I walked over to 
a large hearth sitting on side of the room and lit it with the torch. As 
the flames burst forth from the hearth I could see several old fashioned 
instruments of torture laying in the flames. In the center of the room was 
a large rough hewn table. Pulleys could be seen hanging from hooks on the 
ceiling. I pulled Paul over to one of the pulleys and tied his hands to one 
end. Bending down I attached to iron manacles to his ankles. I then pulled 
him into the air. He was now suspended 6 inches above the floor. With his 
legs spread. I wrapped a short length of fine rope around his ball sack and 
attached a 5 lb ball to it and let it drop. As it reached the end of the 
rope it pulled his ball sack tight. Paul clamped his mouth shut, to stifle 
the scream in his throat at this onslaught on his balls. I then attached 
another weight to the ring in his cock and let it drop.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Pleeeaaaaaaase Master. I am sorryyyyyy."

I reached up and slapped him hard across his face.

"SHUT UP! You speak only when spoken to. You will not scream. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, yes Master."

I walked over a rack on the wall and pulled a whip from it and walked back 
to Paul. The whip had a short handle with 10 leather straps hanging from 
the handle.

"I am going to give you ten lashes Paul and then you will decide how many 
more you deserve. Do you understand."

"Yes Master."

I swung back and started to lash his young body. The lashes were made from 
smooth soft leather and didn't break the skin, but everywhere they touched 
his skin the left a deep red welt. I lashed his entire body, both front and 
back. Some of the lashed even hit his cock and ball sack. He never uttered 
a word but I could see tears streaming down his face. When I had given all 
ten I stopped an stood before him.

"How many more do you deserve Paul."

"Another ten please Master."

I gave him another ten and again hitting him on the back and front of his 
body. His entire body was now totally covered in deep red welts. After I 
had finished I again stood before him.

"Do you wish more Paul."

With his eyes wide open and looking at me with total defiance.

"Ten more please Master."

Again I lashed his body as hard as I could, wanting to break his spirit. I 
then again stood before him.

With out even asking he whispered "Ten more please Master."

After the 34th lash I saw his body slump into unconsciousness. I gently 
lowered him to the floor and removed the weights from his cock and balls. 
Picking him up carefully I carried him to my office. I picked up the phone 
and ordered a stretcher to brought to my office. When it arrived I gently 
laid him on it and covering him with a light sheet ordered it be taken to 
my hotel quarters. I ordered a Doctor to come to my quarters to tend to his 
lashed body. No one questioned my reasons or my motives. To ask questions 
was inviting a visit to the Inquisition Center and my special attention.

After the Doctor had left and Paul was sleeping comfortably. I poured 
myself a stiff drink and sat down to ponder my reasons for whipping Paul so 
severely. It was in reality very simple. I required absolute obedience. 
When I give an order, I expect and demand that it be carried out 
immediately and without hesitation. Paul had needed to learn that. I could 
forgive him partially because it was the first time he had actually killed 
with his own hand someone, but he knew that ultimately that anyone 
condemned to the Inquisition Center was also condemned to die. He had 
wanted me to whip him into submission or had he wanted me to whip to death. 
Only time would tell the real truth.



End of Chapter 5

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