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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.



African Safari 4

We spent the next 40 minutes exploring each others body. Although I really 
wanted to shove my cock into his ass and he really wanted me to, I thought 
it would be inappropriate. After about an hour after leaving the sitting 
room we returned and found Paul sitting with the two boys beside him 
watching the big screen TV.

"Well did you have fun Paul?

"Yes Master, It was an interesting session."

"General do you wish to stay the night? I can have one of the spare 
bedrooms opened for you."

"No thank you Chief Inquisitor, I should go home, I have a lot to think 
about."

"Indeed you do General. What I spoke of will not go any further."

"Of course Chief Inquisitor."

The General left, with the two boys again in handcuffs and Paul and I 
retired to his room. It was not bugged by the Secret Service. Although I 
really wanted to play around with Paul I was so tired that after laying 
down with a nude Paul beside me I fell asleep.



While Paul and I were enjoying our breakfast, the General called.

"Chief Inquisitor, I am having all Capital Offence prisoners in the country 
transferred to Pretoria for execution of sentence."

It wasn't a request he was making, it was a decision he had taken. As 
Military Governor of South Africa, it was his prerogative.

"Sounds good General. Anything else?"

"The new training and education center is now open and all children of 
families that have been executed or are slated to executed will be sent 
there. But I have a small problem. Yesterday a ten year old boy was caught 
with a grenade on his way into the Court House. We don't know if he was 
carrying it in for someone else or if he was going to use it himself. I am 
at a loss to deal with this Chief Inquisitor."

SHIT, SHIT, shit!! I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I am 
damned if I do and damned if I don't. Under the Laws of the North American 
Union, persons under 13 years of age can't be prosecuted. Now that South 
Africa was effectively under the laws of the North American Union, this ten 
year old boy was going to go free.

"Let him go General."

"I beg your pardon Sir!"

"General under the laws of the North American Union he can't be 
 prosecuted."

"Very well Chief Inquisitor. That's all I have Sir. Have a good day."

Have a good day! Well I think I will have good day. There are two negro 
prisoners waiting to be interrogated. I think I will have a good day. God I 
hate Politics.

Paul and I left for the temporary interrogation center about 9 AM. We 
arrived at 9:30 and went directly to our office on the second floor.

"Well Paul ready to take on a black male. Remember I need information from 
them. I need to know why they tried to break into the Center here. What 
they were after and weather they were here to kill or assassinate anyone."

"Yes Master, I understand."

"Good Paul, enjoy yourself."

We donned clean white smocks and each headed for there prisoners.

When I entered the interrogation room the scarred negro appeared to be 
asleep. I knew that he had received no food or water. By depriving 
prisoners of food and water weakened them, lowering their resistance. I 
walked up to him and grabbed his balls. Squeezing them hard. He abruptly 
stiffened in the X Frame, but never uttered a word.

"I am the Chief Inquisitor. I am going to ask you several questions. You 
may think that you are not going to answer me, but I have been getting 
information from prisoners for over 20 years, and although I can see you 
have already endured considerable pain, you haven't endured the pain that I 
can inflict, and will inflict. You can save considerable abuse to your body 
by answering the questions now."

He just looked at me with a considerable amount of hate in his eyes.

"Very well. I guess you prefer to see who can hold out the longest."

I walked to the phone and told the proctors office I wanted the prisoner 
removed from the frame and strapped to the table. Less than 5 minutes later 
four burly guards showed up and forcibly strapped the negro to my table.

"Thank you. You may leave.

"By your command Chief Inquisitor."

"Well now I have to compliment you. You are very well endowed. A very nice 
cock and really big balls. To bad after I'm done with you they will be 
useless. But as your not interested in talking maybe I'll start with them."

I picked up the laser cutter, grabbed his cock and squeezed while pulling 
his fore skin down, exposing the head of his cock. I aimed the cutter on 
full power at his piss slit and burned a hole into his cock head. Although 
his body tensed and he wreathed in the restraints he never uttered a word. 
After the hole was burned I inserted a plastic ring into his cock head. 
Reaching up I pulled down a hook attached to a cable over the table and 
slipped the hook over the ring. I then pulled up the cable until his cock 
was stretched up over the table held by the ring. Still no reaction. Going 
to be a tough nut. I turned and lit the brazier in the room, and set 
several brands and pokers onto the fire.

"I like your scars. Do you mind if I add a few of my own?"

I walked up to his chest and turning the laser down to medium, started to 
burn a series of lines and crosses into his chest. Making sure that the 
laser burned deep into his flesh. Although he thrashed on the table, he 
still didn't say a word. I was beginning to wonder if he could even speak. 
I walked down to end of the table and attaching a cable to his ball sack 
stretched it out until his balls were totally tight in his ball sack. I 
picked up a large flat iron bar and slammed it down on his ball sack.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"Well now I know you can speak. Anything to tell me? No! Good."

"I think a ring in your nose would be really fitting."

I picked up a hole punch tool from my side table and grabbing his nose, 
pulled up exposing his nostril. I inserted the hole punch into the nostril 
and squeezed. It cut a neat hole through the center of his nose. Blood 
rushed out of the wound, I ignored it. I picked up another ring and forced 
it through the hole. I then attached another cable to the ring in his nose.

"Now I think a couple of rings in your teats would look great."

Pulling each teat away from his body I used the hole punch to put a neat 
hole through each and then inserted a couple of rings. Although sweat was 
now running profusely down of his body, he still remained quiet.

"I am now going to make it very difficult for you to run, just in case you 
actually escape from here."

I picked a glowing brand from the brazier and walked down to his feet. I 
slowly rolled the brand up the soles of his feet. As the brand started to 
burn his soles he started to scream. He continued as I burned the soles on 
both feet. I didn't do it quickly, slowly, sliding the brand up from the 
heel to his toes. I had to change brands from one foot to the other.

"I've decided that I don't care why you tried to break in here. So no 
matter what you say from now on, although it will be recorded, doesn't 
matter to me. I am just going to torture you to death. I like torturing 
people to death. It gives me a hard on."

I attached a spreader to his ankles and then to an overhead cable and 
pulled his legs up above the table. I adjusted his body on the table so his 
ass was even with the end of the table. I walked around and pulling out my 
very hard cock.

"I'm now going to fuck your black ass. But before I do I'm going to open 
you up a little."

I picked my anal penetrater and pushed it into his anal opening. He 
screamed at its entrance. I twisted it to about 3 inches in diameter and 8 
inches long. He continued to scream as I pulled it out and drove my cock 
into his ass. I drove all eight inches into his and then fucked him as hard 
and as viciously as I could. After about 10 minutes I blew my whole load 
into his anal cavity. Pulling out and wiping off my bloody and shit covered 
cock put it back in my pants.

"How was that you black whore. You liked it. I could tell by how your body 
moved with my thrusts."

"NONONONONONOOOOOOO"

"Tell me what I want to know or the next thing I am going to shove into 
your ass is that hot brand that is sitting on the brazier."

"NO!"

"Very well."

Picking the brand I had indicated to him, I knew it was not nearly hot 
enough to burn it's way in, but was hot enough to cause extreme pain inside 
his anal canal, I pushed it into his ass. As it entered he started 
screaming.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYEEEEOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW, NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

His whole body started shaking and shuddering as the brand burned the 
inside of his anal canal.

"PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLEEEAAAASSSSSSEEEEE SSSTTOOPP."

"Will you talk to me?"

"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS."

I pulled the brand from his ass, although I knew the damage was already 
done. He would never be able to shit again as long as he lived. Not that it 
really mattered. He would die on this table sooner or later no matter what 
he had to tell me.

I waited for the pain in his ass to subside and after about five minutes.

"Why did you try to break into this facility?"

"We were told that Obama was been held here."

"Who is Obama?"

"He is the leader of the South African Independence Alliance."

"What is this Alliance."

"It is a."

"What is the Alliance. Answer me or I will put another red hot poker into 
your ass."

"No please. I need time to collect my thoughts."

"No Time!!"

I picked another red hot brand and held above his eyes.

"Tell me or I will insert this brand into your anal canal and this time I 
won't remove it."

"I can't!"

I shoved the brand into his ass, I could smell the cooking flesh as it 
entered him. His screams would waken the dead. Not that his screams 
bothered me. I worked the brand around inside his canal knowing that it was 
cookng the flesh inside him. I left it there and pickec up my side cutters.

"I'm now going to cut off all your fingers and toes. One by one. If you 
tell me what I want to know I will end your pain quickly, with a simple cut 
Across you throat."

"I can't say anymore, I've said too much already."

"I can keep you alive for another day or two and I have many more things to 
use in you. And I enjoy using all my tools on any one who ends up on my 
table. Well fingers and toes first.

I grabbed his left hand and deftly cut off his first nuckle on each hand. I 
threw each severed did get into the brazier where they sizzled and burned. 
He screamed at each cut but wouldn't talk about the alliance. After about 
30 minutes every finger on his hands and toes on his feet were cut off 
except his right thumb. I placed his remaining thumb into my mini vise and 
then picked up a red hot needle. This was a steel needle. I brought up to 
his thumb and slowly started to insert it under his thumb nail. As it 
started to burn in under his nail.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OOOOKKKKK! IIIIIIII"LLLL

Tell you!!!!!"

I removed the needle from under his nail.

"The Alliance is between the Simbas' and the Canatas', Obama is the leader 
of the Simbas. He believes he is the Lion of Africa. They plan to disrupt 
the occupation of Africa by seeding doubt and attacking instalations of the 
occupiers. You said if I told you. You would end this."

"I lied."

"What do you mean you lied."

"To end your life now would deprive me of that which I enjoy most. I love 
to torture rebels to death. So now I am going to continue to torture you. 
You are an enemy of my Prophet, although I may not agree with him, I am his 
servant."

"Please no more! I'll do anything you want. Please don't do anything else."

As I was about to answer him a long drawn out scream came from across the 
hall where Paul was working on the other negro.

"Well I see my deputy is working. That scream came from your companion who 
was captured with you. Now I think I'll work on your cock and balls some 
more."

To stop his screams and prevent him from biting off his tongue I inserted a 
bar gag into his mouth. I then went and moved the electro torture machine 
closer to the table. Picking up one of the needles I hesitated, no I might 
want to suck him off. Instead I picked up a banana clip and attached it to 
his corona of his cock. I then attached one to each of his swollen balls. I 
also attached them to his teats, ears, lip, and nose. I then put a wire on 
his inside left thigh. I hooked all the clips to wires and connected them 
to the electro torture machine. Setting the amps at 600 milliamps, stood 
back and looked at the man.

"This machine puts out a charge of electricity. The voltage can be adjusted 
from 100 to 1000 volts. However I have set the amperage at just .6 of an 
amp so it won't kill you but will cause extreme pain."

Looking again at my connections, I picked a copper ring and clamped it 
around the base of his cock. After it was connected to the machine I pushed 
all the slides to 100 volts. He hardly moved and although I knew it was 
affecting him, he only looked at me with hate.

Well time to get a reaction. I pushed the slides on his balls to 500 volts. 
His hole body tensed and he started to scream through the gag. Good. I 
slowly increased the voltage in his balls, 700 then 800, then 900 and 
finally 1000 volts. His whole body was shaking and shuddering at this 
onslaught to his balls. His cock was standing straight up. I reduced the 
voltage to zero on his balls and pushed the slide for his nose and lip to 
500 volts. He started to shake his head from side to side as if to shake 
off the clips. I knew his face now felt like it was on fire. I moved the 
clips on his ears to 500 also and even gagged his screams were very loud. 
Wonderful! I thank my late Master for teaching me these things that I so 
enjoy. Most persons subjected to such punishment would have passed out by 
now from the pain. His tolerance for pain was extremely high. Pushing the 
slides attached his teats to 500 volts also, he finally slipped in to 
unconsciousness. Reducing all slides to zero I picked up an ammonium 
capsule and broke it under his nose. As he slowly became conscious he 
continued to scream. I waited a couple of minutes for his mind to adjust to 
the fact that nothing was happening to him. I pulled the now cold brand 
from his ass and that brought on another round of screaming as the brand 
also pulled some of the cooked flesh with it when I removed it. I let him 
be for several minutes while I contemplated what to do next. I noticed his 
cock had gone flaccid although great amounts of precum were streaming from 
the tip. I pushed the slides attached to his corona and base of his cock to 
100 volts. As I suspected he began to get an erection. I waited until he 
was fully hard and then unclipped his corona. Taking the clip off caused 
more pain than when I put it on and he screamed anew. Bending over I took 
his hard cock into my mouth and started to suck on him. Paul was right. His 
cock was very smooth and silky. I continued to suck as the copper ring on 
his base was still set at 100 volts. I felt a slight tingling in my mouth 
as the electricity pulsing in his cock base bled upward in his cock. He 
didn't take very long to come. As his balls unloaded it was more than I 
could swallow and a lot was forced out of my mouth and down over his cock. 
After I was done, I turned the dial on the amperage to 75 amps. As the only 
power now was in the base of his cock, it strained upward trying to get 
harder.

"In another time and place, I could have sucked you off slowly and really 
enjoyed your body. You really have a very nice body, but now I'm going to 
fry your balls, no actually I'm not going to fry your balls. I think I'm 
going to nail them to a plank and then flatten them to wafer thin. Then I'm 
going to slice your cock off and maybe make you into a women. A women with 
flat balls, after that I may fuck you where I make your new slit. Just 
think I fucked you as a man, now I'm going to fuck you as a women."

I removed all the clips, eliciting screams of pain as I pulled them off. I 
then placed a pine board under his stretched ball sack. Picking a hammer 
and two 1 inch nails, placed the first over his right ball and with a hard 
smack drove the nail into his right ball. With the second hit the nail 
penetrated through his ball and into the board. I hit the nail twice more 
squashing it down on the board. His screams though muffled were almost 
continuous. I repeated the process on his left ball. I hammered the nails 
down until they were flush with the board. I picked up a clear plastic 
square about 4 inches on a side. In each corner was a ½ inch screw. Placing 
it over his nailed balls I pushed it down and then picked an electric screw 
driver and proceeded to screw down the plastic square, taking care to screw 
it down even. Once all the screws had started into the board I tightened 
them down as far as they would go flattening his balls. I tightened them 
until his balls were about 1/8 inch thick. His whole body was convulsing 
from the pain. Soon I knew his brain might shut down so I removed the 
copper ring from his cock and picking up the laser cutter in one hand. I 
grabbed his cock and pulled it out straight and sliced his cock off as 
close to the base as I could. I held up his severed cock so he could see it 
and his head was going side to side in a no, no, no motion. I then picked 
up a scalpel from my table and cut a slit in his crotch where his cock used 
to be. The blood ran freely from the incision. I used the laser cutter on 
medium to cauterize the wound and slid the table down until his now 
cockless body hung close to the end of the table. I dropped my pants and 
pulled my engorged cock and shoved it into the slit I had cut. I pushed 
with all my strength and felt as my cock ripped into his insides. I then 
fucked him even as the blood rushed from the opening. Shortly I blew my 
load into him and stepped back. I left him there to bleed out. Shortly his 
eyes closed and after waiting about 2-3 minutes checked his pulse. He was 
dead. I removed the plastic plate and all the cables. I then walked into my 
office. I was covered in blood and other stuff, but oh yes I felt good.

Now I had some additional information. But a lot of questions too.

Who is this Obama? What is the South African Independence Alliance?

Well maybe those two special prisoners that are arriving today can tell me. 
They will tell me or they will suffer more than that negro I just killed. I 
wonder hoe Paul's making out.

I could wait, it has only been 4 hours, he'll get hungry. I ordered lunch.

I phoned the Governor.

"General Black."

"The Chief Inquisitor General Black"

"Yes Sir, how may I be of assistance."

"What do you know of the Simbas."

"Well Chief Inquisitor, I know there is a neighborhood named Simba here in 
Pretoria. I know also they are a tribe in the Congo. From history I know 
that they practice cannibalism. Eating the hearts and liver from people 
they kill. They say it gives them the spirit for want of a better word, 
from their enemies. Other than that Chief Inquisitor that would be the 
extent of my knowledge."

"Do you know the name Obama?"

"Yes Chief Inquisitor, that is the name of the rebel arrested during the 
capture of that ship bearing arms to the rebels."

"How about the South African Independence Alliance?"

"I am sorry Chief Inquisitor, I have never heard of it."

"Thank you General that's all."

Paul walked into the office about five minutes after I got off the phone 
with the General.

"Oh Master you look a mess."

"You don't look that clean yourself Paul. Is he dead?"

"Yes Master, although I have a name for you. He said they were here to 
rescue a man named Obama. I couldn't get anything else from him. I think 
that was all he knew. I tried everything you taught me, but he wouldn't say 
anymore. He only died after I forced him to take a baseball bat up his ass. 
I lowered him onto it and I guess I broke something inside because he just 
screamed once and died. I am sorry Master that all I got was a name."

"Where did you get a baseball bat from Paul"

"I asked the Proctors for it Master. I hope that was ok."

"Yes Paul, I was only curious. You can order anything you want. If the 
Proctors can't supply it they will find someone who can."

"Can we order something to eat Master, I'm hungry. Torturing someone either 
makes me hungry or horny."

"Yes Paul I ordered lunch already and your right torturing someone makes me 
either hungry or horny or both. But at least I got off a couple of times 
with that man in there."

"I think the one I was working with Master was gay, he sucked me off to try 
to get me to stop, and when I fucked him he tried to make me drive deeper 
into him."

"Well after we eat, is there anything you want to do. We still have half 
the day ahead of us."

"I know this may seem strange Master and I know that you will be angry with 
me for what I want to do, but someday along time from now I may be Chief 
Inquisitor and I must learn from you all your methods. I want to go to the 
packing plant and watch as the enemies of the Prophet, May his life be 
Long, are executed."

"Did you know Paul that all Capital Offense prisoners from all of South 
Africa are been sent here to be executed?"

"No Master, but I have to agree with the decision. It is an efficient 
method of execution."

"Do you think we might now be compared with the Nazi' of World War 2?"

"I don't know Master, I know the history, of how the Nazi regime under 
Hitler tried to exterminate the Jewish people. But this is different. We 
are only applying the laws of the North American Union. Only those 
convicted of crimes that are capital offences are been executed. Not every 
single Black Man or Woman."

"Paul what gives us the right to apply the laws of the North American Union 
on South Africa and in reality on all of Africa."

"The Prophet, My Master."

What do I answer him that with. That the Prophet broke the constitution to 
invade Africa. Do I tell him that I am going to replace the Prophet. Do I 
tell him as Chief Inquisitor I have ordered the execution of over a million 
men women and children. All under the Prophet's order. And now in Africa I'm 
probably going to condone another million or two all to satisfy one mans 
crusade to change the world in his own image. I am the Prophets Judge, 
Jury, and Executioner. NO!

"STRIP YOUR CLOTHS OFF PAUL AND GO AND LAY DOWN ON A TABLE IN AN EMPTY 
ROOM. DO IT NOW!"

Shaking all over Paul undresses and looking at me wonders what he has done 
wrong in my eyes.

"Yes Master. By your Command. I am you servant."

Instead of following him into the room, I go and get the chair I had made. 
It's on wheels and I wheel it into room where Paul is laying naked on the 
table.

"Sit in this chair Paul."

After he is in the chair, I strap him in. One strap across his chest, both 
arms and his ankles. I then pick up the U bolt and insert it under his chin 
and through the holes in the head rest. I attach the flat bracket to the U 
bolt ends sticking out of the back of the headrest. After attaching two 
nuts to the U bolt, I thread the wheel into the hole in the center of the 
flat bracket. Slowly turning it, it tightens the U bolt around Paul's neck. 
I only turn it until it is snug and then walk around and look at Paul.

"This is an almost exact duplicate of the execution devise used in 
Portugal. Their punishment for Capital offences is slow strangulation. Your 
fixation with death has brought you to this point. If you had expressed the 
desire to watch other people die in Portugal this is where you would 
probably end up. I'm not going to kill you Paul, but I am going to show you 
how it feels to almost die by strangulation, just as each of those people 
do when that wire noose is slipped over their heads and their dragged off 
the floor to hang in that slaughter house."

"Please Master, I'm sorry. I didn't understand that you hated the 
executions. Please don't do this.

"SILENCE"

I turned the wheel three full turns and watched as Paul started to gag. His 
mouth was open and he was gasping for air as his throat was constricted. 
His arms and legs were straining at the straps holding them and his cock 
was getting hard. I turned the wheel another full turn and watched as he 
now struggled to breath. His face started to redden and tears started down 
his face. I knew I could turn the wheel another two complete turns before 
all air was cut off to him and he would then strangle to death. I could see 
him fighting to draw a breath through his constricted wind pipe. I just 
stood in front of him and watched. His skin started to take on a bluish 
tinge as the oxygen in his body was been depleted slowly. I turned the 
wheel another turn and now his eyes started to push out from his face, his 
cock started to erupt a great abundance of cumm. His breathing now was 
extremely labored. He was gasping for just a little air. His face was now 
blue and his body was starting to convulse. I turned the wheel back a full 
turn and watched as he finally was able to get air into his lungs. But only 
a little. I let the wheel loosen a little more and his breathing though 
still labored was getting easier. I thought about leaving him like this for 
a while, but decided I needed to end this lesson. I walked behind him and 
turned the three turns, completely cutting off all air to his lungs. I knew 
he would still live for about 2 minutes unless I left him like this. I 
watched his face and as his head started to drupe and his swollen tongue 
protruded from his mouth, I spun the wheel all the way back until it was 
loose around his neck. He continued to gasp for air and slowly his body 
color returned to normal, though tears still streamed down his face. I 
removed the U bolt and undid all the straps and then walked back to my 
office, leaving him there. I sat down and poured myself a stiff drink. I 
knew I could have killed him then and there and I really wanted to do just 
that, but I also knew I loved that sixteen year old kid. After about 15 
minutes Paul walked into our office. He kneeled in front of me.

"I am your slave Master, I will always be your slave. If it is your wish to 
kill me then I will die knowing that it is only to please you. And I will 
do it willingly."

"It is not my wish that you die Paul, just as it is not my wish to hang 
several thousand people or order the hanging of several thousand people. 
What I do or order is because I was ordered to end the rebellion in this 
country and on this continent. If it becomes necessary to hang several 
million people, then I will order it. Not because I like it, but because as 
a servant of the Prophet, may God rot his Soul, ordered it. Don't relish 
the thought of all those men and women going to the gallows. Because 
history will remember you, just as they remember me as a butcher and mass 
murderer."



End of Chapter 10

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