The Prison Xiv


by Jamie <Woodthorne@csi.com>

The Prison XIV

Warning: This story is a work of fiction. It contains graphic descriptions of punishments, non-consensual homo_s_e_x_ual activity (including _s_e_x_ with characters who would be regarded as minors ie above the age of 16 but under the age of 21) and other matters, which are unsuitable for minors. DO NOT READ if such material is considered offensive or unpalatable or if it is illegal to do so in your jurisdiction. The original story was typed in 1984 and is extremely loosely based on German texts of the early 20th century.

Chapter XIV: Victims all

Gaston and Felix could hear Kurt's screams as they were escorted along the corridor to the room in which Franz was carrying out the brutal rape. Involuntarily, each lad reached behind himself - Gaston to feel his buttocks, swollen from the thrashing he had endured and Felix to feel the seemingly stretched hole between his cheeks. The two had been showered and Felix had been allowed to expel the semen that Gaston had planted in the uppermost parts of his bowels.

Entering the chamber in which most of the guests and prisoners were congregated, the two were separated, Gaston being led to one side of the room by Pierre. Gaston's face became quite pale, Pierre noted, as he watched Franz penetrate his victim with the same brutality as he had violated Felix. Gaston looked about the room to seek out Felix and just caught sight of him being led into another room by the guest who had selected him. Gaston shuddered slightly, realising that Felix was to endure further ill treatment.

Gaston's attention was brought back to his immediate surroundings by a low guttural cry from Franz as he reached his climax deep within the helpless Kurt.

For his part, Kurt felt the hot explosion within his bowels and then the sweaty chest of Franz as he collapsed upon Kurt's back. Kurt felt the pain in his backside start to dissipate as Franz's organ began to loose its stiffness, thus easing the forceful stretching of Kurt's nether hole.

Franz was shaking from the perverse pleasure that he had experienced at the climax of his assault on Kurt and was gasping for air as hands dragged him from Kurt's back.

Throughout Kurt's ordeal, Alex had watched through teary eyes at his partner's pain and sobbed as Kurt was untied and moved out of Alex's field of vision. The next thing Alex knew as that hands were caressing his buttocks and he tensed, sensing that he was the next to be the object of the obscene party.

In part, Alex's thoughts were correct for Dr Weiss was sliding his hands over Alex's posterior, his organ rising in anticipation of the delight that awaited him between Alex's cheeks. But before commencing his enjoyment, Weiss waited as Pierre pushed Gaston through the small crowd and supervised his being tied to the ottoman upon which Kurt had recently vacated.

Gaston knew what was about to happen and steeled himself for the ordeal. As his naked chest was pushed onto the ottoman, Gaston could feel the sweat left behind by Kurt and took some comfort in the knowledge that he was not a solitary victim.

Gaston kept his head turned towards Alex and saw Dr Weiss release his almost erect member from the confinement of his trousers. Long and thick though it was, Gaston took a perverse pleasure in noting that it was smaller than his own member.

Gaston's sense of satisfaction lasted only a moment for Pierre had disrobed and quickly inserted his throbbing organ against Gaston's virginal orifice. Gaston felt his cheeks being pushed aside from the warm rod that was about to penetrate him and strained against his bonds to avoid the pain which he knew such a large implement would inflict.

Pierre looked at Dr Weiss and smiled, as if to confirm that he was ready for the pleasure they had planned together. He leaned over Gaston's back and grabbed Gaston's shoulders and then plunged forwards.

Gaston felt the sudden pressure from his unseen assailant and clenched his hole a tight as possible to avoid the pressure but try as he might he felt his hole begin to expand and when it had reached an impossible and painful diameter screamed as the huge organ entered him.

Pierre felt the resistance of his victim waning under the relentless pressure he applied and smiled in satisfaction as he claimed Gaston's virginity. Looking across, Pierre saw the Doctor viciously penetrate Alex who let out a howl of pain at the brutality of the assault.

As Dr Weiss began to develop a regular rhythm, Pierre remained still, letting Gaston imagine that he had accommodated the worst part of his deflowering. After a moment though, Pierre eased back until the head of his member was all that remained within his victim. Pausing, he then thrust forward with all his strength, managing to insert almost half of his organ within Gaston's hot arse.

Gaston had felt the pressure easing in his bowels as his assailant eased his organ out and was not prepared for the sudden thrust, which split his arsehole further and further apart. Gaston screamed as he felt the soft tissue of his hole being torn and realised that his assailant's organ got wider and wider as inch after inch was inserted in his rectum. The assault pushed all the air from Gaston's lungs and he was left gasping as, yet again, the invader was partially withdrawn. As he filled his lungs with air, the next thrust began and what air he had captured escaped as a cry of pain and his nether hole was enlarged still further.

By the time Gaston felt his assailant's balls banging against his buttocks, Gaston had been reduced to a mass of unimaginable and hopeless pain. Tearily he could see that the Doctor was rapidly humping Alex as his orgasm approached but could feel nothing for young Alex as his own pain consumed every part of his consciousness.

Dr Weiss has exploded in Alex's rectum as Pierre just began a languid rhythm of slowly _f_u_c_k_ing Gaston.

Pierre was enjoying the pain, which Gaston was obviously feeling, as well as the delicious warmth of the hitherto virgin canal. Slowly Pierre increased the tempo of his assault trying to prolong the inevitable orgasm that was building rapidly within his organ and balls. As the moment arrived, Pierre withdrew the bulk of his manhood from the hot canal and then gave one thrust right to the hilt as his juices erupted.

Gaston was dazed by the time the explosion occurred deep within him and his mind was so overwhelmed with the pain and the shame that he did not even register the fact that this particular assault was at its conclusion.

Pierre collapsed on Gaston's back, quite exhausted from his exertions, and rubbed his hands down Gaston's flanks as if to remind himself to conserve enough energy for at least one more visit to the warmth of Gaston's arse before the night was through. He finally recovered his equilibrium and slowly withdrew his slowly subsiding organ from Gaston's canal, noting with satisfaction that Gaston's blood was streaked along its length. Pierre slapped Gaston's well-caned backside once and then directed that his victim be taken away to be cleaned and then returned.

Gaston was untied and assisted from the room and along the corridor to a large bathroom in which he found Alex huddled in a ball under a cascade of warm water. Thrust into the large tiled shower area, Gaston collapsed in a similar position near Alex as the water was turned on.

Alex looked at Gaston and saw that the water flowing down Gaston's was pinkish in colour. He reached out to Gaston and touched his shoulder lightly, conveying the sympathy that he felt for his fellow victim.

Gaston instinctively pulled away at Alex's touch and looked up, slowly recognising that the touch represented sympathy rather than a prelude to a further assault. He reached out and touched Alex, creating a bond of mutual suffering and humiliation.

While Gaston and Alex were trying to wash away the horrid feeling, which only a victim can know, the Warden's guests were indulging their own passions with those prisoners that they had selected. One of the prisoners, Damien, who had been chosen by the Judge, was experiencing all the torments imaginable.

Damien was the son of a farmer who had tried to avoid military service by fleeing across the border. His flight had been interrupted by the border patrols. Damien was seventeen years of age, stocky in build and possessed of the blue eyes and flaxen hair that was quite common in the north of the country. His skin was flawless when he entered the chamber selected by the Judge but by the time Gaston and Alex had been released following their brutal rapes, Damien was sporting a very red posterior.

The Judge had taken Damien into the chamber quite clearly aroused by the pleasure he had derived from seeing the other prisoners serving their masters and was set upon a quick assault on Damien's virginity. But once inside the room the Judge re-assessed his plans. He sat looking at the naked beauty before him and decided to savour the opportunity in much the same fashion as he would slowly enjoy a fine red wine.

Damien had been ordered to lie upon a wide, padded bench to which one of the guards secured Damien's arms and legs to each of the corners. Spreadeagled, Damien watched as the Judge disrobed and cried for pity on seeing the Judge's over-sized organ. The Judge had said nothing to his victim but rather than, as Damien assumed, getting into a position by which he might explore the delights of Damien's virginity, the Judge took up a wide leather strap.

Damien watched in fear and fascination as the Judge raised the weapon and clenched his buttocks in anticipation of the pain to come. To Damien's surprise, the stroke when it came was light and not at all painful and when the subsequent strokes arrived with such a relatively gentle caress, Damien was almost relieved.

The Judge moved about his victim, gradually applying more force while admiring the gradual change in the colour of Damien's backside. From time to time the Judge stopped the beating to run his large hands over the twin mounds of Damien's arse, savouring the pleasure, which they seemed almost to invite.

Damien lay on the bench and gradually became aware of the increasing heat in his rear. After about tem minutes, real pain began to develop and Damien began to squirm as the lashing continued. Another few minutes of lashing brought Damien to a new plateau of pain, one from which he earnestly sought relief. To the Judge's satisfaction, Damien started to cry out for relief from the cadence of the blows, but relief was not forthcoming.

By the time Damien's pleas had turned to whimpers of pain and suffering, the Judge was close to his climax. Relenting for a moment, the Judge ordered the attending guard to release Damien and to slide him into position over the end of the bench.

This action caused Damien's backside to be presented at an inconvenient height - a matter soon rectified by the placement of two cushions under Damien's stomach.

Satisfied that the adjustment was satisfactory, the Judge had the guard secure Damien's wrists and ankles again.

Damien dreaded the inevitable penetration and closed his eyes expecting the assault on his virginity to commence immediately. The 'whirr' of the cane, which the Judge had selected, registered in Damien's brain but he could not assess the sound, not the 'crack' that followed it, until the streak of fire across both of his red cheeks rushed from his backside to his brain. Damien shrieked as pain enveloped his brain and continued to emit loud cries of sheer agony as the cane continued to slash at his unprotected flesh.

The Judge enjoyed the added pain that he was inflicting and was particularly pleased with the young prisoner's cries. The sight of the red parallel lines neatly appearing across Damien's ample cheeks and the accompanying sound, soon brought the Judge back to the brink of orgasm.

Exercising the strongest of wills, the Judge paused for a short moment to let his excitement dissipate a little and then moved his _c_o_c_k_ head between Damien's scorched backside.

Damien was so overcome by the pain in his backside that he barely registered the enormous know which parted his cheeks but he did register the indescribable pain as his nether hole was violated by the Judge's organ. Damien's first instinct was that such a huge instrument, stretching his hole beyond any width for which it had been intended, must be artificial but when the Judge lunged forward and buried more and more of his massive weapon into Damien's arse, the prisoner knew that it was a human instrument which was so brutally violating him.

The Judge could not withhold his excitement, despite his will to do so, and within minuted spent himself deep within Damien's body.

Damien felt the explosion and groaned in pain as the brutal weapon was hastily withdrawn. He could feel semen starting to ooze its way towards his dilated anus and sensed that the fluid leaking from his hole was his own blood. He was correct in this assumption for a pinkish slime was slowly observing the law of gravity and heading towards the floor.

Damien assumed that having endured the assault he would soon be released. This assumption was not correct. The Judge looked at his handiwork with satisfaction as he restored his clothing and abruptly turned and left the room. Damien remained secured - an invitation to any other assailant. Throughout that night there would be many takers of the goods that the Judge had left on offer.

The Judge roamed the corridors and viewed the activities of his fellow guests as he slowly regained his ardor. He had enjoyed himself immensely during his prolonged assault of Damien and was in search of other prey. He came upon a room in which a figure lay spread-eagled upon an X-shaped cross. He entered to the room for a closer inspection.

The victim, the Judge assessed, was barely conscious although his flesh showed only the mildest signs of punishment - activity that had occurred some time past. Looking closer, the Judge concluded that the lad tied to the cross was Gaston and his state of semi-consciousness derived from exhaustion, judging from the slime, which had oozed from his nether hole.

As the Judge approached, Pierre entered the room. He greeted the Judge courteously.

"He is a particularly handsome lad, Pierre," said the Judge.

"That he is, your Honour" Pierre replied. "Would you like to savour his delights? He was left here by the good Doctor for everyone's' entertainment."

The Judge walked up to the prostrate figure and rubbed his hand across Gaston's backside. He could feel the slight ridges where the cane had visited the flesh. "I thought Weiss let this one off lightly earlier," mused the Judge. "Could you be a dear fellow, Pierre, and find me a cane so that I might deal with this lad in a proper manner?"

"Oh, there is one here already," replied Pierre, "It's just that no one has yet seen fit to punish the lad in this way."

Wearily, as if a heavy burden has just been placed upon him. The Judge removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves and then accepted the proffered instrument of chastisement.

Gaston listened to the conversation and was fully aware of the pain, which was to be visited upon him. He groaned and briefly tested the bonds that held him. He slumped against the cross in resignation.

The cane parted the air with a thin whistle and a loud 'crack' registered in Gaston's brain. For an instant, no pain followed the sound but suddenly exploded causing Gaston to cry out.

Pierre watched the Judge as he applied the weapon to Gaston's backside and admired the Judge's skill as stripes of fire appeared across the proffered arse, beginning at the most tender point where buttocks and thighs met. Pierre had had no intention of further exertions that evening but the sight of the punishment and Gaston's rising pleas for mercy caused an all too predictable reaction in Pierre's loins.

The Judge observed Pierre's rising excitement and, when he judged the moment to be right, ceased the brutal beating and indicated to Pierre that he might now satisfy his apparent needs.

Pierre needed no further invitation and penetrated Gaston with full and brutal force, noting with satisfaction Gaston's reaction as his member ravaged the raw and swollen orifice.

Watching for a few minutes, the Judge decided to renew his acquaintance with Pierre's tight, warm hole and, disrobing, proceeded to mount the rutting figure of his assistant.

Pierre felt the Judge against him and eased his pace so that the penetration might be accomplished. Although not unfamiliar with the Judge's massive tool, Pierre cried out in pain as the blunt head forced its entry. Pierre's pain soon dissipated as the large member started grazing past his prostate and quickly turned Pierre's pain to pleasure. In unison, the two of them picked up their pace as they moved towards their climax. Gaston's cries of pain provided perverted musical accompaniment to their action.


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