                                IN THE BEY’S SERVICE

Various snuff, rape, etc

    Charles old boy, as you may have heard I now have taken service with an eastern big 
wig. His title is the Bey, which works out to something like a king and cardinal 
combined. He’s a likeable sort and is younger than I had expected. Make no mistake 
though, he is the king even if he sometimes acts like your best friend. Anyway I’m now 
his official executioner and torturer of the harem. I know it sounds odd that such a post 
even exists but it does and as I found out is quite necessary.  You see it is the custom 
hereabouts to send gifts along to the bigshots from time to time and the most popular one 
seems to be virgins. It seems that just about everyday another one or five show up on the 
doorstep. All are young and most are at least passable looking. Since most men have 
more than one wife and the bey has a whole harem what is the problem you ask. Well the 
problem is twofold. First there is the numbers. Do the math yourself, five to twenty new 
girls a week and at the very least you run out of room very quickly. Then there is the 
problem with some of the girls who try their little games. Games that could be described 
as treason without being too far off the mark. It’s odd how some women just have to try 
to run things and how far they’ll go to do so. 
    The way things work is this, the bey looks each girl over and sends her to one of three 
groups. The first is his real harem, the second is made up of girls that he keeps around as 
loaners. They get offered to visitors for their use while here. The last group is made up of 
the poor unfortunates that are not up to the local standards. All three groups live together 
but are given different clothes to wear. When the crowd get too big in any group girls are 
shuffled about, usually down a group. The ones at the bottom get sent to me and I execute 
them. Why? Well is seems that it would be a mortal insult to send any of them back or to 
set them free. No matter what was given for a reason it would appear that she was found 
unworthy and so degrade the giver. It’s better and easier to kill the poor girl. It’s an odd 
system but one that everybody seems content with. 
    The bey is a merciful man however and forbids me from torturing any girl that has not 
earned such treatment. He allows me to maintain a small group as my own harem but I 
rarely do so. I find all I can handle just in the overflow. After all I have to kill about 
fifteen girls a week just to keep up and I usually make use of the ones I execute before 
ending their lives. Add in one or two a week that have to be tortured first and I keep quite 
busy. 
    I’ve had a good time here I tell you. There was this pair from the Bey’s bunch that got 
sent to me. Turned out that they preferred each other to men. Such things are not unheard 
of but just will not work in a harem. Even if it’s the way you feel you have to play along 
and make the old boy feel good and these two just didn’t understand. The upshot of all 
this was the two of them were sent to me for termination with no restrictions on what I 
did to them.  Since I knew the bey has no interest in using a woman’s back hole I decided 
to start there and I took the one with green eyes first. She screamed and screamed as I 
ravaged her. The other one made almost as much noise even without being touched. Her 
turn would come. After I spent inside her bunghole I replaced my dick with a large 
wooden plug. True it did need to be almost hammered into the tight hole but you would 
have thought that it was tearing her in two from all the noise. A pair of nooses strangled 
her rather large tits as I hauled her into the air. The sound got even louder. She looked 
quite pretty as she hung there struggling. I was hard again. Her lover [for that’s what they 
were in truth] looked at me in fear as I came to her. Smart girl. She soon had her butthole 
filled with my dick. Now she had something of her own to scream about. Even though I 
had just spent myself in her friend she was so tight and soft that it took me no time at all 
before I filled her guts with my spunk. Her titties were small so I could not treat her to the 
pleasures of being hung by them so she found comfort on my X rack. Remembering her 
preferences I tasted her quim. For some reason she did not seem to like it as much as 
when the other girl did it. There’s just no pleasing some girls. She was then pulled 
somewhat but I just could not bring myself to abuse either of them too severely. After all 
the fact that they liked girls over men was not their fault and they had not asked to be sent 
to the harem. Still I felt it was necessary to make them scream enough to convince 
everyone that they were being horribly punished for their crimes. 
   When I thought they had suffered enough I released them and offered them a last time 
together before they died. It was quite moving to watch the two young lovers spend their 
last few minutes of life in each other’s arms. It was then that I decided to allow them to 
die in each other’s arms. I bound them facing each other with their arms around the 
other’s back. A short piece of rope with a noose on each end further connected them. I 
have a several very nice winches that have their ropes run through pulleys on the ceiling. 
Any one of which was very capable of lifting a pair of bodies but for this pair I decided to 
use a short drop instead. For some reason a drop seemed to fit better than a lift. Perhaps I 
was just being nice. Soon I had them standing on the trap with the hanging rope tied to 
the one connecting their necks. I told them to take a last kiss and while they were doing it 
I released the trigger and let them fall. At first the fall and the sudden tightness around 
their necks shocked them. Then you could see them try to kiss once more but the nooses 
prevented that last kiss. Foiled they then tried to remain quiet until death overtook them. 
Of course their desire to die taking comfort in a last embrace was soon overpowered. No 
women can hang quietly until death with a rope choking the life from her and this pain 
was no exception. The period of shock and quiet determination lasted perhaps a minute 
and a half. Green eyes lost it first. In terror she tried to climb the body of her lover in 
order to lessen the pull around her neck. Then her lover too panicked and tried the same 
thing. From then on until they died it was a fight that knew nothing of love or tender last 
kisses. They kicked and clawed and fought to the death for one breath of air. A fight that 
was hopeless and ended with the death of both of them. It was such a sight that I was 
forced to send for a new girl to relieve my excitement. Needless to say she carried the 
story of the lover’s deaths back to the harem where it served as a lesson about failing to 
please the bey.
    As I said earlier it was more usual for me to put down girls that just were not pretty 
enough of that lacked something to interest the bey. These I treat differently. Many die 
while making love to me. Some die by a knife to the heart or a slit throat. Others die 
when I strangle them with my hands or a cord just as I spasm inside their bodies. Those 
that I do not make love to may be hanged or beheaded. A few die from a blow to the head 
from a club. Now and then I drown one or two. My favorite way to kill is the garrote 
post. Mine has provisions for dildos that can be inserted into both holes. Of course there 
are different sizes. It is exquisite to watch as the collar ever so slowly closes the windpipe 
until the final whistle fades into death. I find it ever so exciting to allow complete 
freedom of the arms and legs as the process proceeds. They thrash and fight so well and 
so uselessly. But not all that find themselves seated there face such a rough death for I 
have a blade that I can install at the back of the neck to sever the spine and allow a quick 
death if I wish. 
    I’ve also become quite good with a sword. Did you know that you can see a head still 
try to scream as it rolls. There is a look of surprise in the eyes that is really nice too. I 
must admit that the curved sword favored in these parts is much better than the old 
broadsword I used to use. 
    If anyone asks please inform them that I am quite well and doing very nicely here. I am 
busy and do so enjoy myself. I will stay in touch, who knows perhaps I shall need an 
assistant to help with the workload someday.  
