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The Ottoman Turk


By Jason Sterling
sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com


The Eastern Empire, centered around Constantinople,
existed for over a thousand years and grew large
and powerful primarily because it developed a loyal,
bureaucratic government.  One of the agencies of
this operation was the internal security forces
that constantly monitored its citizens; always on
the lookout for signs of disloyality or sedition
either by regular, free individuals or in the ranks
of slaves that made up an estimated twenty percent
of the general population.

There was never a shortage of slaves in the Empire
because constant warfare produced vast numbers of
prisoners from defeated armies to fill the ranks of
vacancies created due to disease or ill-treatment.
Even when temporary shortages occurred, raiding
parties were sent out to all corners of the known
world that would capture men, women and children of
every race or origin.  Many times the men would be
castrated and forced to serve, under the constant
threat of severe whippings.  The women would be used
as sexual concubines or servants and the children
would be educated, trained and eventually be brought
into the ranks of the bureaucracy to serve in all of
the outlying posts the Empire had conquered.

This practice of using captured children was very
useful in maintaining overall control in the
far-flung reaches of the Empire.  Primary loyality
remained with the benefactor who assigned the boy
to his post.  Regional or ethnic differences that
occurred within a province were not the cause for
having to take sides in any issue.  The relocated
official was under no obligation to grant special
favors to any faction and had only the welfare of
the State to consider.  So it was that this child
born of northern European parents, captured off the
coast of France, was eventually assigned to duty in
the north African district that would become known
as the Barbary Coast.

The old, ineffectual chief of security for this
territory had no more interest in doing a good job
at his station.  All he wanted to do was to eat,
drink and play with his human toys as much as
possible.  The boys and girls he gathered around him
in the final days of his life were mere distractions
from the inevitable.  When Omar arrived to take up
his duties, the first thing that needed minding was
the sorry state of affairs at the local prison.
Through lack of oversight this once proud fortress
had fallen into chaos and discipline had vanished.
It was common knowledge that for a small bribe any
possibly dangerous inmate could easily be 'allowed'
to escape.  Although just out of his teens, Omar at
once grasped that to make a name for himself in the
vast arena of internal politics within the Empire,
a task needed doing that would prove his value to
the State and go on to greater and more important
posts.  The prison would be his first challenge.

Omar learned that first impressions usually set the
tone for any actions taken later.  A symbol of his
authority would be a bull's prizzle that he would
carry whenever he was around the guards or the
prisoners.  A freshly severed bull penis would be
hung with weights until it was the proper length and
allowed to dry naturally.  To speed up the curing
process it would be packed in rock salt until it
formed a tough exterior and a flexible interior and
usually had a leather band riveted at the wide end
to make it easier to hold while using it on the
miscreant receiving the lashing.  Whenever Omar
appeared before any new individuals the first thing
they saw was the prizzle.  His relative youth was
by far a secondary consideration.  So it was that on
the first day of his inspection tour of the prison
the escorting guards deferred humbly to their guest
and kept a respectable distance between themselves
and the symbol the white skinned new boss carried
boldly in his right hand.

"Where do you keep the torture instruments and the
records of punishment meted out to the criminals
that are in your custody?"  The chief warder and his
assistant both looked at Omar as if he was speaking
a foreign language.  "We rarely perform executions
here, but when we do it is in the courtyard and
usually one blow of the sword disconnects the man's
head from his body.  He hardly feels a thing."
Omar tells one of the guards to bring prisoner
number ten to this room immediately.  "While we are
waiting for this man, tell me why he is here and
what is being done to see that he never returns to
your custody again."  A mad scramble ensues finding
prisoner number ten's records.  Omar is reading the
paperwork when a frightened young man appears.  "I
see that you are a thief.  Is that correct number
ten?"  "I was hungry and only stole because I had no
other choice."

"Strip him of his rags and tie him to this table."
The guards jump at Omar's instructions not even
looking at the warder or his assistant for advice.
Even before the prone prisoner gets to react to his
new position on the table the prizzle slices through
the air and strikes the fellow across the meatiest
part of his skinny buttocks and before the reaction
to scream can force a sound from his lips the next
blow is whistling on its way.  A total of twenty
lashes leave trails of blood oozing from twenty
different cuts between his shoulder blades and the
top of his knees.  A violent howling coming from the
victim of the punishment is broken by long inward
gasps of air he needs to fill his lungs between
sobs and curses.  "By the way gentlemen, from now on
the prisoners will be kept naked at all times.  When
the cold weather arrives they will shiver.  When the
heat warms the earth they will be given every
opportunity to store that warmth by standing in the
courtyard and wishing they were somewhere cool.  Our
desire for this prison is to make it as
uncomfortable as possible while they are in our
care."

While the lad on the table was receiving his ration
of lashings, Omar carefully observed the expressions
on the faces of the nominal officers in charge of
this compound.  He saw fear, disgust and sympathy;
not exactly what he thought would be the proper
attributes for anyone in command of a place that
should be considered with dread by anyone consigned
to be held within its walls.  These two bribe taking
and weak willed officials had to be replaced.  Omar
was now on the search for men who had a specific
flair for inflicting pain either for punishment
purposes or just to loosen the tongue of prisoners
who had information that could be of value to the
conduction of internal security.  It would take too
long to get proper men schooled in the arts of
extracting deeply hidden information that learned
their trade in the dungeons of the Sultan's palace.
So local talent was needed.  The search was on.

Omar devised a plan.  A fresh batch of captured
American sailors had recently been sent to his care
to await either their ransom or sale into slavery.
Since these men had only recently been taken, their
spirit and physical health were still unbroken.
Prospective candidates to become leaders in the task
of causing pain and extracting useful information
were given one of these sailors and several days to
soften them up.  Omar would whisper a phrase into
the ear of each of the sailors with a promise that
if he didn't reveal this phrase to his torturer, the
sailor would be freed and placed on the next ship
bound for his country.  If the phrase was passed to
the questioner a slow, agonizing death was all the
sailor had to look forward to.

Several days later Omar held what amounted to an
audition, and brutalized ranks of American sailors
filed into this large room to be displayed.  One by
one the sailors were asked by their interrogators to
freely admit the correct phrase.  Only two of these
men held back and refused to talk.  The others were
escorted out into the courtyard where greased
impalement posts had already been placed.  One at a
time each sailor was hoisted up and located with his
asshole over the tip of each tapered shaft and
allowed to settle down slowly until the pole was so
far up his ass that he was immobilized except for
frantic efforts to find a purchase for his feet to
lift him off this excruciating pinnacle.  Within
only a few minutes even that action ceased because
the pain of movement of any type merely added to the
agony within his bowels and the further stretching
of the anal sphincter which was even worse.

The two 'losers' of this contest were dismissed and
a new batch of sailors was paraded before the men on
the posts on their way to Omar who made them the
same deal.  The two sailors who survived the actions
of the guards were given clothes to wear and helped
along their way in a slow and painful passage to a
friendly ship bound for a Caribbean port.  This new
ship's owners had already paid their tribute for
safe passage so it was unlikely that these two
brave seamen would fall victim to being returned to
the chances of either death or perpetual slavery.
In any event, once these men had recovered from
their ordeal at the hands of potential interrogators
to learn the whispered phrase, paying for their
passage on board this ship would probably mean they
had to earn their way by working a standard crew
function.

The same task was given to several more applicants
and dozens of American seamen ended up skewered to
the upright posts in the courtyard.  One of the jobs
given to the successful candidates for the position
of head jailor was to watch the facial expressions
and the body language of the men given the task of
disembowling the surviving impaled sailors once they
had spent long enough suffering on their spikes.
Omar was looking for clear signs of total disregard
to the pleas of mercy when the knife opened the
belly of each still alive survivor and saw his
internal organs splay forth in front of him.  Omar
wanted natural, born sadists at this job and this
was one way of finding them.  While serving in the
dungeons of the Sultan during his training, Omar
observed this feature to be common among the workers
who conducted the best intelligence extractions.
He may have been personally horrified by some of the
things done to those unfortunate enough to be
picked up for questioning, but one can't question
results...no matter how much pressure was used to
obtain valuable information.

Soon Omar found his replacements.  The two demoted
men were found jobs in the agency that kept track of
ship movements within their borders.  Not much
opportunity for being open to bribe taking there.
The old chief of security really didn't care about
the changes this new young man was making, so the
paperwork was signed as a matter of course.  Omar
even gave the old man the gift of a new plaything to
add to the delights of his bed.  A young boy who had
been schooled in erotic practices since he was
captured as a slave was given a promise by Omar that
if kept informed of everything going on in the old
chief's quarters, freedom from bondage was his when
he reached the age of twenty.  Now a secret link to
the old way of doing business had been forged.  A
new broom had come to sweep out the dust of years of
mismanagement.
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