Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2009 17:32:35 +0000 From: Dave Clarke Subject: REMANDED TO THE CUSTODY PART SIXTEEN Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should be to read this. If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or illegal to read where you are, then stop reading now. All rights are reserved by the author. Please download for personal use only. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real persons or places is purely coincidental. REMANDED TO THE CUSTODY by humilus Sixteen Ignacio Kirby led Bashir out of the room, discussing the going price for transsexual American slaves in the Middle East. Hans's growl brought me back to the moment. "You're going to be some greasy Arab's little bitch as soon as Herr Kirby arranges for your surgery and your tits heal up," he leered. I wiped a tear away and saw the mascara on my fingertips. "Let's get you cleaned up." He shackled my wrists and shoved the ball gag into my mouth, no longer concerned about smearing my lipstick. He led me down the steps and then across to the stable. He pushed me into a desk in the tack room and tied the leash the chair, pinning me against the top of the desk with my high heel shoes just resting on the floor. I struggled not to pass out as the collar squeezed against my carotid arteries. I heard his zipper, and then the sound of his shorts hitting the floor. He spit in his hand and then I felt a thick finger press against my anus. I tried to relax, knowing he was going to take me; it was useless to resist. A second finger pushed into me. Then he slapped my buttocks--hard. I yelped against the ball gag. He spit again, and then I felt his throbbing cock pushing against me. I arched my back to get a better angle, tightened my anus and then relaxed it. "Ah, you are the tightest bitch I have ever fucked," he said in a throaty whisper. I heard a thud and felt him pull away. I tried to move but the leash was tied to the desk chair and I couldn't move my head. Manelisi stepped around the desk and untied it, freeing me and allowing me to stand. Hans was crumpled on the floor like a discarded doll, his shorts in a bunch around his ankles. The polo mallet Manelisi had used to knock Hans out was leaned against the desk. "Manelisi," I whispered. "What are we going to do? We have to get out of here!" He handed me a tank top and pair of short shorts. I recognized them as Deidre's, and wondered if he'd stolen them from beside the swimming pool. I slipped off the heels and into the pink flip flops he pointed to by the door. He took my hand and led me around the barn and into the rear door of the garage. He held open the door to the small pick-up truck that Otto used to run errands, and motioned me into the passenger's seat. He started the truck and then hit the remote control for the garage door. As the garage door slowly opened, a bolt of lightning hit me. I screamed and felt I might lose consciousness. Manelisi turned and I saw his eyes widen in fear. I heard someone rack the slide of a shotgun, an instant before I was shocked again. Manelisi killed the ignition, and slumped in the seat. The shocks to my neck stunned me. Being dragged from the car to my cage was a complete blur. I do remember Otto's fat lips curled in a sneer, and Hans with a bandage on his head as they took Manelisi away at gunpoint. Otto put me into the punishment cage, where I couldn't stretch out or lie down, only shift my body to a new position to try to ease the discomfort every few minutes. They left me in it, the rest of the day and the entire night, forcing me to urinate inside the cage and allow it to run into the floor drain. Early the next morning, Otto and Hans came in carrying the four foot cross bar. I started to cry as soon as I saw it, knowing what was to happen. They pinioned me and tied my forearms to the crossbar and then led me to the lawn. A second six inch by six inch upright post had been installed, ten feet from the first. Manelisi was already affixed to it with his own four foot cross piece. His ankles were tied to the post two feet off the ground. He writhed against the ropes, struggling to take the sheer weight of his body off his arms. A small chain with lead weights had been attached to a leather cock ring, stretching his scrotum and grossly distending it. Even without a tongue, he screamed--opening his mouth and emitting a noise like a wounded animal. Ignacio Kirby and Bashir were comfortably seated at a small table with a silver coffee service and china cups and saucers. "Castigo, you have again disappointed me," Herr Kirby said. "To misbehave so when I am entertaining a guest." He clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. "I have sold Manelisi to Mr. Bashir. I am giving serious consideration to selling you also, although once you have breast implants, you will fetch a much better price." He paused and smiled. "But first things first. You must be punished for your transgression." Otto and Hans attached the cross piece to a frame at shoulder height pinning me upright with my arms extended to the sides by the board. "This is for trying to kill me you little bitch," Hans said holding up a leather strap. He stepped behind me. The ball gag stifled my scream as the first blow landed across my buttocks. I continued to scream as Hans's blows rained down in a cascade. "We've much to do Hans," Herr Kirby called out. Hans stopped to get his breath. I heard Otto's plodding footsteps and then his fingers spreading my stinging buttocks. He shoved a plug into my anus and then inflated it. I felt the enema begin to fill me. He stepped around and held up the urinary catheter. "I guess you knew to expect this eh?" He pressed it into my urethra as I squirmed, and then inflated it. I looked up into Manelisi's tortured face, knowing that this was the last day I would see the only man who had shown me any kindness since my imprisonment. Tears glistened against his coal black cheeks. The cramps started ten minutes into the 2 quart enema. I sucked on the ball gag, trying to control them. An hour later, Otto opened the butt plug, and drained the enema. But he didn't remove the urinary catheter. He and Hans led me to the upright post and forced me to step up on a small stool. They bolted the cross piece to the upright and lashed my ankles to the post. Ignacio Kirby and Bashir stood as Otto pulled the stool out from under my feet. I began to writhe against my bonds. "Crucifixion is one of the most powerful images in any culture -- wouldn't you agree Bashir my friend?" The dusky skinned man nodded and followed Herr Kirby across the lawn. "My chef has prepared a special breakfast for you." I watched them turn out of sight behind the Crepe Myrtles and fought to ease the pain in my shoulders, by pushing against the ropes that bound my ankles to the upright, writhing, suffering.