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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 5



WORLD NEWS NET:

Geneva:

The United Nations voted today on a resolution to censure the North 
American Union for it's conduct in it's war on Africa. The resolution 
passed 233 for 103 against. Although the resolution passed on the floor of 
the Assembly, it was defeated in the Security Council when Russia and China 
fearing a backlash from their largest trading partner vetoed the 
resolution.

Pretoria:

Unconfirmed reports from Pretoria say that the Governor has been using a 
packing plant to execute more than 3000 prisoners a day in what is been 
called Genocide of the African people. With a total news blackout in most 
of Africa under the North American Union's Army of the Lord, no 
confirmation is possible.

New Washington:

The Prophet today authorized the dispatch of three more divisions to 
Africa. They include two Armored Divisions and one Mechanized Infantry 
Division, bring the total strength of the Army of the Lord in Africa to 
just under 350,000 men. It was also reported that the Naval Battle Group, 
with the nuclear carriers Fox and Pearson have been dispatched to the 
Mediterranean.

I undressed and grabbing Paul went into the bathroom and turned on the 
shower and pulled him in with me. As the hot water was pouring down over us 
both I gently massaged Paul's neck where the U bolt had bruised his neck. 
After we were both clean and more relaxed I took him out and gently dried 
him. Then I went down and sucked his flaccid cock into my mouth. He didn't 
take long to harden and after continuously sucking him for ten to fifteen 
minutes was rewarded when he blew his load into my mouth. As he started to 
go down on my hard cock I stopped him and told him he could do it later 
when were in bed. After getting dressed we headed for home.

Thankfully there were no surprises waiting when we got there. We retired to 
our sitting room and whiled the afternoon away cuddling and necking, with 
very little conversation. After a really good dinner we retired to the hot 
tub room and after getting naked I allowed Paul to suck me off. I then 
rolled over and told him to fuck me. When he hesitated I told him I really 
loved him and wanted him inside me.

"Don't be gentle Paul. Take out your frustrations and inner pain on me. I 
deserve it after what I did to you today.

Although I told him not to be gentle, he didn't heed my advice and slowly 
pushed his hard cock into ass. His thrusts were slow and measured as he 
slowly built to a climax and I felt his cumm filling my anal canal. After 
he was expended he laid on top of me and nuzzled my neck.

"Thank you Master that was wonderful, no its your turn. I want you inside 
me so badly. I wanted that black boy to fuck me today but I couldn't ask 
him after I had tortured him. Please fuck me Master."

After Paul pulled out of my ass I rolled him over face up and lifted his 
legs up and then slowly entered him.

"Fuck me hard Master, Please."

Instead I did as Paul had done. Slow measured thrusts. Pushing all the way 
in and pulling almost out before slowly going in again.

"Faster, faster, oh please Master harder and faster."

As I was very close to climaxing, I continued the slow thrusts until at 
last I just held myself deep inside him and unloaded my hot cumm deep in 
his ass. As I came inside him, his own cock erupted onto his belly and 
chest. He grabbed me and held onto me as tight as he could, not wanting it 
to end. After several minutes I slowly pulled out of him and then pulled 
him into the hot tub, where we slowly cuddled and kissed. Because both of 
were now totally drained we retired to Paul's room and fell into deep 
restful sleep.



We spent the weekend traveling around the country, under a very heavy 
military escort, visiting the gold and diamond mining operations as well as 
several farms and villages.

Upon our return to Pretoria, we found a very distinguished guest waiting. 
It was the ancestral Chief of the Zulu's. It was Mulumba Sosa Chaka, great, 
great grandson of the Chief that took on the British troops at Rourckes 
Drift and on the Salisbury Plains.

"What do I owe for the honor of your visit Chief Chaka."

"We wish to make peace with the North American Union and it's religion. We 
will honor all laws and statutes. To guarantee my compliance and that of my 
people, I give to you Chief Inquisitor of the North American Union two of 
my sons. You may use them as you wish as long as you are in Africa. One is 
sixteen and other is seventeen. They both speak perfect English and also 
several dialects of Africa."

He indicated two young men standing behind him.

"Thank you Chief Chaka. I will accept your pledge on behalf of the new 
Government of South Africa. If at anytime you wish to visit you are most 
welcome."

"By you leave Chief Inquisitor."

He just turned and walked back to the gate of the manor house, leaving his 
two sons standing by us. I told Paul to take them to the Doctor and have 
them checked and then bring them to the study. As Paul walked away with 
them I noted both were very good looking and wondered if they would be 
interested in sharing Paul's and my bed.

I went into the manor house and into my study. I accessed the computer web, 
connected to the Unified Command Situation Room. I queried the name Chaka 
and received a abbreviated report about the Zulu's and Chaka. One thing I 
noted was that once his word was given he never broke it. A good ally to 
have on ones side. I picked up the phone and called Government House.

"The Chief Inquisitor for General Black."

"At once Chief Inquisitor."

"This is General Black Chief Inquisitor. How may I be of service?"

"General I had a visit today from Chaka, Chieftain of the Zulu tribe. He 
has pledged to me allegiance to the North American Union and the church of 
the Prophet. I think it would be a good idea to recruit members of the Zulu's 
to supplement the Security Forces of South Africa."

"Can we be sure of his allegiance Chief Inquisitor?"

"He left two of his sons in my care to ensure his and his peoples 
allegiance to the Union and the Prophet."

" In that case Chief Inquisitor, I will open recruitment to the Zulu tribe, 
they are considered to be the best warriors in all of Africa. It would be a 
real, very real addition to the Armies of the Lord."

"General you must know that your decision to execute all prisoners under 
sentence of death at the packing plant is now common knowledge. The News 
Services are reporting that you are executing 3000 thousand a day."

"Actually Chief Inquisitor it is closer to 15000 a day. We have begun to 
receive Capital offence prisoners from all over Africa. Your idea of using 
the packing plant has saved countless millions of dollars and helped to 
keep the lights burning all over South Africa."

"Very good General. Any regrets?"

"Yes Chief Inquisitor, but I know my faith in the Prophet and his servants 
will see me through."

"May you Go With God General. I stand with You, my friend."

After hanging up I poured my third stiff drink of the day and sat down to 
wait for Paul and the two sons of Chaka. As I sat waiting I felt a chill 
and stood up and then started a fire in the great fireplace. After the fire 
was roaring I sat back down to wait.

About a hour later Paul walked in with the two young men in tow. When they 
entered they walked directly to where I was sitting and went down on their 
knees.

"We will serve you Chief Inquisitor in manner you wish. We are now your 
slaves as our father Chaka has decreed that you now own us body and soul. 
If you become displeased with our father you may end our lives, as we would 
no longer serve a man who has pledged his obedience, and broken his word."

I looked at Paul and could see he had a very hard cock in his uniform 
pants.

"What are you called?"

"My name is Peter and my younger brothers name is Saul. Father named us for 
Saints in the bible."

"Well Peter and Saul, from this time forward, except where you are required 
to be in public, you will both be nude. No clothes will cover your bodies. 
Do you understand?

"Yes Master."

With that statement he stood and removed all the garments covering his 
body. His brother followed suit and quickly both young men stood before me 
nude.

"Peter you will be my personnel servant, to do as I wish. Saul you will be 
my Deputies servant. If either of you fail to please either of us I will 
punish both. Do you understand?

"Yes Master, we will be your slaves and you will always be our Masters."

"That's good. Do you know what it is that I do for my Prophet?"

"No Master, but we will assist you in any way that we can.

"I am going to explain exactly what it is that I and my deputy as 
Inquisitors for the Prophet of the North American Union do."

"Yes my Master"

"Do you know what the Inquisition was?"

"No Master." Peter Answered

"During the 15th and 16th Century the Catholic Church in Spain, France, 
Italy, and Germany was very strong and the only religion accepted. Any 
person who was caught practicing any other religion was put to the question 
by the Torturers of the Inquisition. In most cases the victims were 
innocent of any wrong doing. But all were tortured until they admitted to 
crimes either against the church and the Pope or admitted to worship 
another religion. All eventually were tortured to death.

"I am the Chief Inquisitor of the North American Union. If you or anyone 
else commit's a crime against my church or my Prophet or even against the 
Union you will end up facing me as you are strapped to a table in the 
Inquisition Center. Once you are sent to the Inquisition Center you never 
leave. All who end up on my or my deputies table die. Slowly and very 
painfully. Tomorrow you Peter will assist me in torturing one of your 
countrymen."

"Yes My MASTER! An enemy of the North American Union is also my enemy."

I knew Paul wasn't yet experienced yet to have an assistant, but maybe if 
Peter and Saul accepted and helped with the torture and death of one of his 
countrymen they could be trained as a Inquisitors. The Prophet knew full 
well I needed all the help I could get, but he wouldn't authorize transfer 
of any more Inquisitors to Africa. So maybe I could train Chaka's sons as 
Inquisitors. Interesting idea.

"Paul, Saul will sleep in your quarters tonight. I will have Peter in 
 mine."

"Yes Master, As you command."

"Lets retire, we have a busy day tomorrow."

"Come with me." I indicated to Peter.

I took Peter to my bedroom.

"You will sleep there, on the floor."

Although I indicated the left side of my bed.

"The bathroom is through that door, shower and then come back here."

"Yes My Master."

After his shower he reentered my bedroom and indicatated to him to lay down 
on my bed although I said.

"You will always sleep here on the floor beside my bed. You will not speak 
or say anything. I need my rest."

"Yes Master, I understand."

As he laid on my bed I reached over and slowly caressed his body. It was 
well muscled and he was very well endowed with a 8 inch uncut cock. The 
curly hair around his cock and balls was very sparse but only outlined the 
nice cock and large and unfettered ball sack. As I ran hands down over his 
smooth body his cock started to harden. I leaned over and started to run my 
tongue over his upper torso, licking and sucking on his teats. I could feel 
them harden under my tongue. I then ran my tongue down into the bush 
engulfing his cock and balls. He Moaned and I clamped a hand over his mouth 
and silently told him to be silent. He nodded his head and then reached for 
my engorged cock as I continued to lick his ball sack and cock. Turning 
around so I could better access his cock I felt him suck my hard cock into 
his mouth. Not to be outdone I took his 12 inch cock into my mouth and 
tried to swallow it all. No chance. The best I could do was suck about 8 
inches of him into my mouth and throat. He was very thick about 8 inch 
girth which meant about 3 ½ inches in diameter. Sucking in and out on his 
cock, I felt his body tense and then with his cock fully buried in my 
throat he erupted in a gush of cumm, inundating my throat with his sweet 
and sour cumm. I swallowed as fast as it came and just as he stopped I blew 
into his mouth and he took all my cock down his throat and swallowed all of 
me and all my essence. After we had both expended our loads I pulled him up 
to the end of the bed and wrapped my arms around him and went to sleep. I 
awoke in the morning when my cock was ejaculating into his mouth as he 
sucked me off.

"Wow! What a way to wake up. Trying to get on my good side Peter?"

"No Master, it is after 8 am, I thought that you would want to be wakened. 
If I have erred Master you may punish me. I will not wake you in future."

"Relax Peter, I'm not mad you awakened me, just surprised at the method."

"Did you not enjoy it Master"

:"Yes Peter it was ok, now I must shower before breakfast. Go make sure 
Paul is awake, we have a busy day today and you will assist me."

"Yes Master."

Before he left the suite, he donned a sarong of weaved linen and sandals. 
Leaving his upper body bare. I knew the SS would be outside my door and 
apparently he did too.

I staggered into the shower and turned on the cold water. The cold water 
brought me fully awake and then I slowly increased the heat until almost 
scalding. Fully awake and refreshed I dressed in a clean uniform with all 
my ribbons on it. Knowing I was going to confront the Military Attaché' of 
the FDR in my Inquisition Center, I wanted to be at my best.

Heading down to breakfast, I got the usual good mornings from my SS detail. 
Upon entering the dinning room I was greeted by the two boys and Paul. 
After a good breakfast we piled into the SS Suburban and were driven to the 
new Inquisition Center. As we walked in there was still a lot of 
construction going on but everyone gave us a wide berth. We entered the 
elevator and went down to sub level 3, the holding area. When we exited the 
elevator we were met by the Chief Proctor.

"Good Morning Chief Inquisitor, Inquisitor."

"Morning Chief Proctor. Have the clinical technicians I requested arrived?"

"Yes Sir, we have set up a clean room here on this level. The prisoner has 
been cleansed and strapped to the interrogation table in the clean room. 
The technicians should arrive momentarily. Do you have any special 
instructions for them?"

"Yes tell them that he is be kept alive when their done. I will want to 
interrogate him myself in my own way after they have got all the 
information he knows. I now want to have a look at him. Lead the way. Paul 
take the two boys to the lower level and wait for me."

"Yes Master."

As the Chief Proctor lead down a very clean and bright hallway I looked in 
the rooms as I walked by them. On the left were the holding cells. There 
weren't any bars on them just clear plastic panels. I noticed only one 
prisoner in all the cell area.

"Where are the other rebel prisoners from Cape town?"

"They are been transferred over today from the Detention Center. These 
cells were only just completed late last night. The two who are here now 
were been held at the temporary Inquisition Center since Saturday."

I stopped and looked into a room that had nothing but lights all around the 
room.

"What is this room?"

"Ah, Chief inquisitor, this is the new hair removal room. The prisoner is 
stripped and then hooded and brought here. His underarms are covered and 
then he is strung up spread eagle on those two hooks. The lights give off a 
very intense heat, but only for a micro second. All the hair on their body 
is burned off instantly. He is then taken and cleansed. It is a lot more 
efficient and quicker than the old method of shaving."

"What would happen if the lights were left on when a prisoner is in the 
room?"

"He would be burned to the bone in less than 30 seconds. The flesh would be 
almost vaporized leaving a hanging skeleton."

"Interesting."

The Proctor opened a door at the end of the hall and walked in. In the 
center of the room a single bed was positioned. Strapped firmly to it was a 
white male about 35 years old with cropped hair. He was well tanned from 
duty in South Africa. He was covered by a single white sheet. He was wide 
awake and looking at me.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes. You're the Chief Inquisitor for the North American Union. You are 
holding me illegally. I have diplomatic immunity. I am a member of the 
Consular Staff for the German Consulate."

"You were a member of that Embassy, but they have denied your existence. 
There fore you have no immunity and not only that as far as anyone is 
concerned you don't even exist."

"That is not possible."

"You are first going to be chemically interrogated. After you have told my 
technicians everything you know and even some things you may only think you 
don't know. You will be brought down to one of my tables where I will also 
interrogate you. My methods are quite different than those employed here in 
this room."

"I will tell you nothing."

"We'll see. We'll see."

After we left the room I told the chief Proctor to have the black prisoner 
cleansed and brought to the interrogation level. I then left him and took 
the elevator down to the new Inquisition Center. When I walked in to the 
office, Paul with the two boys were sitting on one of the leather couches 
in the office. When I entered all three dropped to one knee before me. 
Almost in unison they said.

"Welcome Master."

I almost laughed, but I thought they might take it the wrong way.

"Paul it is not necessary for you and the two boys to bow every time I 
enter a room."

"But Master. We all love you and you are our Master."

"Sit back on the couch."

As the two boys stood they removed their sarongs before sitting back on the 
couch. I sat down at my new desk.

"Have you explored the Center yet."

"Oh yes Master. They are very clean and fully equipped. There even is 
several things that I have not seen before. Also there is a deep fryer in 
each room and that strangulation chair in each room. They also built chairs 
like the one I brought from New Washington. Now each room has one."

"That construction foreman has outshone himself. I must make sure he gets a 
good large bonus."

Saul stood up and said.

"Would you like some coffee Master."

"Yes that would be great."

When he brought it to me I reached down and caressed his uncut cock and 
balls.

"Did you and Paul get along ok last night."

"YESSSS Master."

"It's ok Saul. I want you two to be happy with each other. If you want to 
play around its ok with me."

"Master there may be a problem with the Zulu's."

"How's that Paul."

"The Edict of the North American Union against homosexuality will be very 
hard on the Zulu's. It is forbidden for Zulu males or females to have sex 
together before marriage. And they can only marry after they have reached 
their eighteenth year. So all the boys enjoy each other as a release for 
their sexual frustrations. Now that they have embraced the Union and it's 
laws it will be illegal for them to have sex with each other on pain of 
death."

"Don't worry about that Paul. I will make sure the Zulu's are exempt from 
that particular law."

At that point the elevator opened and four proctors dragged the black rebel 
leader off the elevator. He was struggling continuously.

"Put him in room A. And strap him to the table. Then you may leave."

"By your command Chief Inquisitor."

I stood up and handed Paul and the two boys clean white lab coats. The boys 
looked at them sort of strangely.

"There to keep you from getting any blood or other stuff on your body's."

I then led all three into room A. The lights were shinning down on the 
table in the middle of the room where the rebel was strapped.

"Light the brazier Paul and put what ever brands and needles on it you 
think we might need."

As Paul was doing that I moved the electric torture device over close to 
the table. I then went and turned on the deep fryer and filled it with 
liquid vegetable oil. The two boys just watched as I prepared things. I 
handed Peter a leather strap and told him to tie it around the prisoners 
ball sack as tight as he could. I watched as he went over to the table and 
grabbing the rebels balls pulled them taut and then put the leather strap 
around his ball sack and then pulled it tight and tied it.

"Very good Peter. Well done."

"Thank you Master."

I walked over to the prisoner.

"So you're the Lion of Africa. I'm going to see how loud you can roar. You 
may think that you are strong but I am going to show you that you are just 
a kitten."



I looked at him as he laid on the table. He wasn't very tall and not as 
well hung as most African males. He did however ever have a considerable 
amount of ritualistic scars covering his upper torso.

"I wish to know how many men you have under your command. Where the bulk of 
them are located, what type of weapons they have and anything else you 
would like to tell me."

"I will tell you nothing you white imperialist lackey."

I picked a pair of new side cutters and handed them to Saul.

"Cut off his toes, as he will not be required to walk anymore."

Saul walked slowly down to the prisoners feet. He looked at Peter and then 
at me. He really hesitated.

"DO IT SAUL!"

He slipped the cutters over the smallest toe and closing his eyes squeezed. 
The toe just popped off as the cutter closed. The prisoner just grunted. 
Saul opened his eyes and looked at the little toe lying on the table. He 
then went on and quickly snipped the rest off. His hands and the cutter 
were covered in blood when he finished.

"Are you ok Saul?"

"Yes Master. I am sorry I hesitated. It will not happen again."

"Rinse off your hands and the cutter and then put on a pair of latex 
gloves."

As Saul was cleaning himself and the cutters, I picked up a scalpel and 
handed it to Peter.

"Put on a pair of gloves and then slice off his foreskin."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

After Peter put on a pair of gloves he reached over the table and grabbing 
the loose foreskin of the rebel pulled it taut and then just cut it 
carefully off. The prisoner moaned painfully as Peter cut off the loose 
skin. Peter dropped the piece of skin in his hand in a waste bucket. Then 
he turned and looked at me with a grin on his face.

I turned to the prisoner.

"As you can now see, I can and will do anything I wish to your body. If you 
tell me what I wish to know I will end your pain. Otherwise I will 
continue."

The prisoner just spat at me.

Paul walked over to the table and with his gloved hand grabbed and ran his 
fingers over the open wound where Peter had just cut off the foreskin. As 
he rubbed and pressed his fingers into the wound the prisoner squirmed on 
the table.

"What should we do next Master."

Paul handed me a long thick tube.

"What does this do Master? I haven't seen it before."

I told Paul to look in the end of the tube and then press the button on the 
end. As he pressed the button about a hundred needles shot out criss 
crossing the inside of the tube. When he touched the button again they 
retracted.

"Slide it over his cock and pull the tip out one end. Tighten the nut on 
the end to hold his cock inside the tube. Then just push the button."

Paul did as I told him but instead of tightening the end he slowly slid the 
tube up and down over the rebels cock. It caused the cock to start to 
harden and as it hardened more and more blood oozed from the wound where 
his foreskin had been removed. The blood made the tube slipperier. And 
caused the cock to harden more until it was protruding from the end of the 
tube. Paul then tightened the screw imprisoning the cock in the tube. He 
then pushed the button.

"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW." 
screamed the rebel.

Paul pushed the button again and then rotated the tube on the cock about a 
quarter turn. He then pushed the button again.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Paul again hit the button.

"Again Master."

I turned to the prisoner.

"Do you have anything to say to me."

When he didn't answer I turned to Saul.

"Well Saul should we do it again?"

"Yes Master."

I indicated to Paul to continue. He again turned the tube a quarter turn 
and again hit the button.

"NONONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE SSSTTTOOOPPP. 
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Paul instead of hitting the button to retract the needles grabbed the tube 
and twisted it on the cock with the needles still penetrating the cock.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Paul hit the button to retract the needles.

I again turned to the prisoner.

"DO YOU WISH TO TELL ME ANYTHING OR SHOULD I CONTINUE?"

"I will die before I tell you anything."

"You will certainly die. But before you do I will reduce you to a bumbling 
crying idiot. I hope you didn't confide any information of your rebel 
forces to Von Shingler. I have him been chemically interrogated at this 
moment. If you won't tell me he certainly will."

"I don't believe you, he had diplomatic immunity."

"Had is the operative word. His embassy disavowed any knowledge of him or 
his activities. So now I have him and you."

"Paul in the left cupboard you should find a box of disposable syringes and 
next to them a bottle marked with 2 X's. Bring three syringes and bottle 
over here.

Paul brought the syringes and bottle over to me.

":Peter you can do this. Take one of the syringes and remove the protective 
cap from the needle. Be very careful the needles are very sharp."

After Peter had done what I told him.

"Now push the needle through the cap on the bottle. Then carefully with 
your other hand upend the bottle. Now slowly pull the plunger on the needle 
drawing the liquid in the bottle into the syringe. When it full remove the 
needle from the bottle and put the cap back on the needle."

Peter followed my instructions to the letter. Both Paul and Saul watched 
intently.

"What is in the bottle Master." Saul asked.

"In a minute Saul, now you do the same thing Peter did, and Paul you can 
fill the third needle."

After all the needles were filled and set down on the table.

"Paul attach a cable the Obama's ball sack and pull it tight."

After that was done I explained to the three boys.

"The bottle and now the syringes contain a very mild acid. It won't even 
burn your skin if you got it on you. However when it is inserted under the 
skin it burns like your on fire. I doesn't do any permanent damage 
depending on where it is injected. Peter pick up one of the syringes and 
remove the cap. Then invert the needle and squirt a small amount of liquid 
out of the needle. This is to ensure you are not injecting any air. Air in 
the blood stream can travel to the heart and cause an embolism and heart 
attack. Now push it into the prisoners left testicle and push the plunger 
all the way down."

As soon as Peter had injected the liquid Obama stated screaming, loudly and 
continuously. A long undulating scream as the acid burned the inside of his 
testicle. He continued to scream for about ten minutes, until the acid was 
diluted by the fluids in his testicle.

"That was fantastic Master." Paul said

I turned to the prisoner.

"Anything you want to say?"

He just shook his head.

"Saul do you want to do his other testicle?"

"Oh yes Master."

Saul picked up the needle and after expelling any air plunged it into the 
rebels other testicle and pushed the plunger all the way in.

As the rebel started to scream again I pushed a ball gag into his mouth to 
stifle them some what. Again he continued for almost ten minutes. I told 
the boys that even if he lived Obama would never father any more rebels as 
the acid had sterilized him. After he had calmed down I told Paul to lift 
his balls above the table and pick up the third syringe. I brought him 
close to the prisoners crotch and told him to feel down between his cock 
and his ass entrance. I told the both Peter and Saul to come around to 
other side of the table so they could see as well.

"Now run your finger down until you fell a lump between the base of his 
cock and anal entrance."

I had my finger down there as well.

"You feel it Paul."

"Yes Master."


"Do you boys feel it?"

"Yes Master" they both answered.

"That's where you will put the third needle Paul."

"What is the bulge Master? Paul asked.

"His prostrate gland."

As soon as Paul started to insert the needle, Obama started thrashing on 
the table and screaming. I knew there were a lot more nerve ending down 
there than in his testicles. Paul pushed the needle all the way in and then 
pushed the plunger. Obama bucked on the table as the acid spread in his 
prostrate. It was almost 20 minutes before he slowly quieted down.

"Do you have anything to say. Just nod yes and after you have told me what 
I want to know I will end your pain."

He shook his head no.

I looked over at the brazier. Several of the brands were glowing red with 
heat.

"Paul what do you think we should do next?"

"Burn the soles of his feet Master."

"Peter what do you think we should do next?"

"Burn holes into his teats Master."

"How about you Saul?"

"Beat his balls Master."

"Now that's a good idea, why don't you attach the cable at the end of the 
table to his ball sack and pull it tight. Paul where's you baseball bat?"

"I'm not sure Master, but I will look."

He turned and walked to a rack on the wall and I heard him say WOW, but he 
returned with two bats. One aluminum and the other wood.

"There are about 6 on the rack Master, all different."

"These will do Paul. Give the wooden one to Saul."

"Go ahead Saul, you can beat on Obama's balls as you were the one that 
suggested it."

Saul walked down to the end of the table and positioned himself between the 
prisoners spread legs. He lifted the bat over his head and then with, I'm 
sure all his strength smashed it down on the prisoners ball sack. The smack 
as it hit was accompanied by a loud undulating scream from Obama. Saul 
lifted it over his head again and smashed it back down again. Obama's whole 
body arched up from the table as his screams turned to babbling as the 
intense pain stabbed through his ball sack and body. Saul turned and looked 
at me with a look of pure pleasure.

"Again Master." he asked

"Hold on a minute or two. Let him recover a little."

Peter whispered to me'

"Master he is talking and mumbling about the Orange River and Takatsuki. I 
have never heard of Takatsuki. It is in Swahili."

"You can understand his mumbling?"

"Oh yes Master, Both Saul and myself speak several African Languages."

"You can hit him again Saul, and we'll see if he mumbles anything more."

Saul brought the bat down on Obama's punished ball sack a third time.

Although it brought on another scream of pure pain, it also brought on 
unconsciousness. Obama passed out.

"Do you want to wake him Master?" Paul Asked

"No! Leave him be. We will begin again tomorrow. By that time he will have 
regained some semblance of composure, but his ball will be three or four 
times bigger and a lot more sensitive."

We turned down the heat under the deep fryer, but left the brazier on. Then 
retired to the office, where I gave the boys a coke and I had a drink.

"Well boys that was a good morning. We have two Names. Orange River and 
Takatsuki. Could Takatsuki be the name of a town? You say Peter you have 
never heard of it."

"Yes Master. I have never heard the name before."

"Do you boys like swimming."

"Oh yes they answered together."

"Good."

I picked up the phone and called the General. I told him I would be using 
his pool for the afternoon. Did he have a problem.

"No Chief Inquisitor, my home is your home."

Good see you when you get there. There will be 4 extra for dinner."

We left the Inquisition Center and went to the Governors' Estate for the 
afternoon.



End of Chapter 11

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