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The Battle of Khartoum: “the Violation of theThis story is fantasy. The actions described herein, did not happen, However, it is based on an actual 19th Century battle that took place between soldiers of the British Empire and an army of Muslim rebels. The story includes cruel treatment of young males, castration, enslavement and humiliation. If such a fantasy story or its sexual elements offend you, please read no further.The Battle of Khartoum: the Violation of the British Empire(Being an unauthorized account of the battle of Khartoum, Egypt between British soldiers and a Muslim Rebel force http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Khartoum in 1884 . In a Parliamentary stand-off over colonization efforts, the British government did not approved the supply of necessary provisions and reinforcements. Doomed to defeat, after an 11 month siege, the city surrendered to the rebel forces. This is the story of the atrocities committed by the cruel Muslim rebel forces on the group of British soldiers who remained within the city walls.)Chapter One: The Boy, Near Death, is FoundTwo British soldiers found the lad on the banks of the Nile. This was near the British 1st Brigade’s Egyptian encampment just across the border from the Sudan. He couldn’t have been more then 18 years of age, the soldiers judged. The boy was face down on the muddy soil, completely naked and comatose and deep red stripes crisscrossed his bareback. He had a very nasty looking burn or brand on his right buttock. When the soldiers turned him over on his back, to their horror they discovered that the boy’s penis and testicles had been removed. The soldiers lifted his lithe body up and carried it to the medical tent in the camp as quickly as they could.Doctors immediately tended to the groin wound with sulfur and bandages and also treated the boy’s back, which had been severely cut with what must have been a very brutal whipping or caning. The brand on the boy’s right ass cheek was dressed, but it was a deep wound – a brand in fact – and would be a permanent mark. Upon examination, they found that the boy’s upper and lower front teeth had been removed and from the raw condition of his gums – they were healthy and pink – the extractions must have been done not as dental work but as torture. The nurses reported to those soldiers who had found the boy, that the Doctors expressed amazement that the boy had lived at all given the loss of blood, lack of food and water and exposure to the elements. Given his castration, the deep scares on his back that would likely not go away, his branded buttock and the loss of his teeth, the medical staff felt pity that the boy had survived at all. His life would no longer be normal that was for certain.The boy lay in a near c*** for several days, waking only at rare moments during which he tried to rise and shouted out “NO, NO Please! Not that! Please, God save me! Anything but that!” He was provided with fluids and nourishment intravenously and considering what must have been a horrible ordeal, was recovering surprisingly well.He was a pale, fair lad … a typical Brit … and the conclusion drawn by the officers in the camp that he apparently was a British soldier – perhaps a survivor of the recent bloody battle in Khartoum that had take place two weeks prior. If this conclusion was correct, it was possible that the lad was the lone survivor of that terrible battle. Ten days after the boy had been found, he began to wake up enough to take nourishment by mouth. He remained in a state of shock however as, while his eyes were open, he did not respond to questions or indicate any recognition of where he was. When he slept, he slept fitfully, again crying out as if he were going through terrible mental stress.The Doctors gave the boy morphine for his pain which calmed him considerably. Still it was clear that some awful ordeal had occurred that left some serious psychological scars.In a month’s time, the boy was healthy enough to get up on his own and using a wheelchair, be taken out into the open air and sunshine. He remained silent and non-responsive to the questions of the attending physicians and nurses and continued to stare at them with a blank gaze.One day, six weeks after he was originally found, the boy seemed to come out of his self-imposed amnesia … Unfortunately, that this same point, he reached down between his legs and at finding his genital area smooth, began screaming in horror …“My god, it wasn’t a nightmare! It’s true its true!”And the lad became so violent at the sudden rush of memory that the Doctor’s had to sedate him and he fell asleep.The following day, the boy awakened in the mid-afternoon and was surprisingly calm as he asked the Nurse where he was. When he was informed that he was in the field hospital of the British 1st Brigade, he asked if he could see the officer in charge.Within a couple of hours, a meeting was arranged with Sergeant Major Charles Maxwell, who pulled up a chair next to the lad and gently introduced himself. The lad was eager to talk now and started with such a passion that the Officer had to reach over and pat him on the shoulder and assure him that he was among friends. The Sergeant suggested that the boy introduce himself and ‘start from the beginning and take your time in telling us everything you want to tell us about what happened to you.’“Yes sir, thank you sir. I am sorry if I seem to be upset, but I’ve been through some awful experiences and seen things I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to witness. Had I know that people could be so terrifically cruel, Sergeant … well, I don’t know what. I may wish that I had never been born Sir.”The lad explained that his name was Michael Smith and he was an army private with British forces led by General Charles George Gordon who had been ordered in to defend the city of Khartoum from the rebels led by Mahdi Mohammed Ahmed. General Gordon, the Sergeant was well aware, had been defeated in this battle due to the British Parliament’s failure to supply the necessary re-enforcements … The Sergeant almost could anticipate the horrible story he was about to hear … The Sergeant knew that the entire Battalion, some 250 fine young British soldiers, had been massacred by the Muslim rebel forces.The lad continued to record how some 10 month ago, the rebel siege had begun and the British troops fought valiantly, but the battle was clearly going to be won by the Muslim forces unless reinforcements were sent.“Why didn’t the reinforcements come?” the lad asked plaintively, “If they only had, the outcome could have been reversed! Are we in danger now Sergeant? Are we far enough from the enemy to be safe?”The Sergeant could only pat the boy’s arm reassuring him that he was very safe now and that he should continue with his story.The boy went on to describe the last days of the siege when scores of men fell from the pa****ts, killed by enemy fire, and scores immediately replaced them only to suffer the same fate.“It was horrible sir!” the lad recalled, “All of these men were so courageous … every one of them was brutally tortured and mutilated … all of them were my comrades!” The boy began to weep profusely.Again the Sergeant comforted the boy and calmed him down and urged him to take his time and report only what he felt he could.“Sorry Sir, I will try and tell you plainly what happened.”Chapter Two – Khartoum is SurrenderedThe lad gulped and went on. The soldiers fought hard but were no match for the swarming enemy. Soon the rebels were climbing over the walls of the city and sliced viciously with their scimitars – killing scores and scores of the valiantly fighting British soldiers. Eventually, they swung over the walls and fought their way to the city gates, which, once opened, unleashed the hordes of screaming rebels into the city proper.A horrendous battle ensued. Rebel soldiers, the taste of victory providing them with the momentum to redoubled their efforts, slashed and killed what must have been over a hundred British soldiers until, there were little more then a platoon of soldiers left standing … some 60 men who were surrounded and clearly outnumbered and were looking panicky at their leader as to what they should do in order to save their lives.When the dust settled, the boy recounted, General Gordon himself stood stiffly at the central Khartoum city square, bravely squaring off against what seemed like an endless line of rebel Muslim warriors. With a sword in each hand, the General looked as if he was prepared to fight to the death. The few British soldiers, who remained alive, were ordered to toss down their arms and surrender or they would be slaughtered. As the rebel forces shouted and yelled, their leader, Mahdi Mohammed Ahmed, dismounted from his brilliant white stead and walked resolutely towards the General. With sword outthrust, Mahdi shouted something that the boy didn’t understand as it was in Arabic, and his forces raised their arms high and cheered! They began to chant something again that the boy didn’t understand, but it was clear that from what they were demanding, their leader responded to.Mahdi continued to challenge the General who, despite his stature and courage, could not overcome the overwhelming forces before him. Within moments the General’s swords were taken from him and three rebel Officers held him. The General, realizing that all was lost, looked at his remaining soldiers with pity and nodded in resignation to the sultan who stood just within striking distance from him.The Mahdi paused and addressing his warriors, said something that again the boy could not understand. But in a violent moment, with a single swing, Mahdi decapitated the General. At this point in his report, the poor boy again to shake violently and tears streamed down his cheeks. With more comfort from the Sergeant, the boy once again regained his composure and returned to his rendition of what had happened.The British soldiers who had surrendered were forced to toss down their weapons and to raise their arms into the air. They were then pushed and prodded to line up in rows before the rebel forces. Much shouting and jabbing of knives and swords achieved the desired results.The boy said that there were only 60 troops remaining alive at this point as many of the original force of 250 had fought to the death. The remaining troops had mainly been on guard at the central hall where all the women and c***dren had been gathered. Thus the troops that had remained alive were the younger less experienced of the British forces. None were over 20 years of age and most were 18 … barely old enough to shave let alone fight in the Empire’s army.These lads, the boy recounted, were brave but very scared not knowing what was in store for them but with the shouting and the waving or swords feared the worst. Had they known, the boy claimed, all would have welcomed death during the battle!The remaining British troops were also near starvation. The rebel siege had begun 10 months ago and with rationing, the city’s stores had been able to support the residents and the troops but over the last 10 days, nearly all food was reserved for the women and c***dren. So the 60 remaining troops were extraordinarily thin and weak from hunger.“It was almost a mortal sin that any British soldier had been spared” the lad said in a low voice, “The terrible deaths that they were about to suffer at the hands of the rebels were fates most certainly worse the death in the line of duty!”The lad recounted how at the taunts and the shouts of the unruly crowd of rebels, the British soldiers, himself included, were forced to strip … As they took their boots and uniforms off piece by piece, the items were grabbed up quickly by the crowd as treasured victory trophies. Within moments, all 60 were ‘naked as jaybirds’ and “all of us had our hands covering our privates and our legs nearly crossed in shy humiliation seeing that there were not only hardened soldiers before us, but their women and c***dren as well. In fact, many of the young boys and girls most no older then 12 or 14, were quick to run up and take the items of clothing that our brave boys were removing/”“I tell you sir,” we were near mad with fear, some of the boys were openly crying with shame and apprehension. Soon we were all totally exposed to this crowd of uncivilized rebels! What, we thought to ourselves, was going to happen to us next?”Chapter Three – The ordeal begins: The sorting outIt was all too soon that they learned the diabolical plans of the rebel leader Mahdi of whom it was well known displayed horrendous cruelty to vanquished foes. It was said that on his most merciful day of victory, he afforded his enemies a swift death and on his most vengeful days, inflicted such cruel pain, torture and humiliation that those who fought against him would never forget his power and force of evil.Even though all the shouts and commands and taunts of the poor British lads were thrust on them in Arabic, there was a rebel officer who knew enough English to communicate with the naked soldiers to instruct them as to what the revel leader demanded of them.As the lad described it, the 60 boys were divided into groups of kaçak iddaa 11 – the revel officer explained to the group that 11 was Islam’s lucky number since Mohammed had had 11 wives. That meant that there were 5 groups of 11 and 5 lads left over. The surviving lad … the teller of this tale … was among the final five and thus witnessed all that went before his fate.There was some other division of the soldiers taking place the boy noted. It seemed that the boys had their genitals inspected carefully and those with larger penises were eleven grouped together, while it appeared that those with particularly large scrotums were separated into another group of eleven. Yet another group that were well endowed in both categories were placed into another group. Yet another group was gathered apparently after some discussion and comparison of their buttocks and the final group contained the very fair, blond boys. The remaining five boys were the youngest among the group.The rebels gathered in a circle with a wide-open space in the center of the town where the British lads were lead and dealt their punishments. The British group was gathered on one side of the circle so that the entire company could witness what happened to each successive group. Thus they were subjected to the prolonging of the agony of their fate and the witnessing of each group’s fate. Chapter Four – The First Eleven: Well-endowedThe first group of eleven – those with the largest cocks – was led to the center of the circle and line up in a straight row. With pokes of their knives, the rebel soldiers made sure that each naked boy placed their hands over their heads and stood facing Mahdi with their legs spread wide. Loud laughter accompanied all these activities and shouts of obviously offensive taunts … the noise level was very loud, which made the naked boys that much more intimidated.Eleven of the rebels lined up one by one behind each of the British soldiers. Each rebel wielded a razor sharp short knife and as each stood directly behind each naked boy, brought their arms around and placed their knife right under each of the boy’s long fat penis. As it became clear what the intentions were, the rebels forces started to yell loudly in a chant … Tears quite quickly began to flow from the 11 boy’s eyes as they realized what was about to be done to them.Mahdi stepped forward and raised his sword straight up in the air … in a loud voice he quieted the crowd.In Arabic he made a speech that the rebel officer translated it at the same time to the British soldiers:“These infidels came to our country … they attempted to take our land, to take our homes, to steal our wealth, to kill our c***dren and **** our women … Now that we have vanquished them and shown them to be the weaklings that they truly are, we will proceed to reduce them to the pale and impotent useless beings that Allah meant them to be … with the cuts of our knives, this bunch shall be made into Eunuchs. No longer shall their white unnatural ‘swords’ be used to propagate their race!” And with the slice of his sword, Mahdi indicated that the rebel soldiers should swiftly slice off the penises of the helpless naked lads before them … with these thrusts, all the naked soldiers’ cocks fell to the ground and blood gushed from between their legs.“The screams of agony and pain were terrible sir! I shall never be able to get that sound out of my head!” Michael cried to the horrified Sergeant.As he urged the young man to continue his report, the Sergeant encouraged the young soldier to muster up his courage to recount the story without the deep emotion that he obviously felt.As the realization hit the rest of the Brits of their potential fate, there was a terrified rush to try and escape. But there were too many rebels about and their efforts were futile and although they tried to look away, they were physically forced to continue to observe their suffering comrades.A number of rebel Muslim boys rushed forward with baskets and one by one collected the penises and testicles from the sandy earth. They laughed and pranced around as they held the fat penises in their hands and pretended to wield them like small swords. The crowd whooped in laughter at the soldiers’ humiliation and mutilation.All of the eleven soldiers had involuntarily grabbed their crotches not only in the horror of losing their manhood but to try and stem the loss of blood. Several dropped to their knees and one boy fainted. Several adult rebels with metal bowls filled with burning coals leaped forward, tore the naked boys’ hands away from their groins, and, using fiery hot knifes quickly cauterized the gaping wounds stemming the flow of blood. The searing pain caused the boys’ to scream horribly in pain and again, several boys fainted onto the ground.Mahdi now loudly pronounced the ultimate fate of the British soldiers: “These Eunuchs – at least those among them who survive from their wounds, are now condemned to slavery for the rest of their miserable lives as we will put them on the auction market and sell them to the highest bidder for service in our Sultan’s harems. They will suffer the fate of having the ability to produce the fluid of reproduction and experience all the horniness that a real man experiences while having no way to penetrate a woman like a man should or achieve sexual satisfaction. A fitting punishment for so poor a race!”The eleven lads where then pulled and dragged from the center of the circle … all of them screaming or moaning in pain and horror at their fate.Chapter Five – The Next Eleven: PotentEleven more lads were pushed to the center of the circle. These were the lads selected on the basis of the size of their testicle sack. Again, rebel soldiers stood behind them and forced each to place their hands on their head and spread their legs wide so that they stood totally exposed to the cheering and taunting crowd. Several of the boys were visibly crying and begging for mercy. But none was to come.The rebel soldiers used one hand to hold their now bloodstained scimitars under the balls of the eleven naked boys while with the other hand, they grasped the naked boys’ scrotums tightly.Once again, Mahdi stepped forward and raised his sword high into the air. In a loud voice he pronounced:“This feeble set of feeble men shall be reduced made Eunuchs in another way: their testicles shall be removed with one stroke! With this act, they will be made to be unable to reproduce … the seeds of reproduction will be denied them while they will have the ‘horns’ of men that will get erect and can be used by those who wish to use and abuse them. These new Eunuchs will be placed on the auction block and sold to non-Arab nations for their use. While these weaklings tried to conquer us, they will now be put in countries where they will forever live as the conquered!”And with his final word, the rebel sultan slashed his sword upward above his head while at the same time, with screams of pain, the eleven naked British soldiers’ scrotums were sliced from their bodies.Again, the crowd went wild with the event and the naked soldier’s grasped at their genitals and some fell onto the ground with the pain and realization of their fate.The rebel boys with their baskets bolted forward and one by one gathered up the British boys’ testicles – some of the boys laughingly tossed the little round bloody bits to each other and caught them in their baskets.The older rebel soldiers spring forward as well to quickly cauterize and sear the naked boys’ wounds. The crying and screaming newly created Eunuchs were pulled and dragged off to their fate.Chapter Six – The Next Eleven: EunuchsThe next set of 11 British naked boys was led to the center of the circle. The boys’ pushed and desperately tried to leave the area but there were far too many rebel soldiers for them to fight and resist. Most of the boys were in tears, all were grabbing at their crotches trying to protect themselves.The rebel soldiers standing behind each of the naked boys were now wielding very bloody scimitars and with arms around each boy, placed the sharp scimitar below each boy’s genitals and with their other hand, grasped tightly at the boys’ penis and balls.Mahdi stepped forward on the balcony and held his sword out in the air and proclaimed:“We make these new Eunuchs in Allah’s name” and a cheer went up from the happy rebel soldiers. “This poor excuses for men came to our land intent on defeating our brave armies and taking what meager fortunes we had gathered for ourselves and our families. Now with one sweep of our blades, we will take forever these curs ability to foster their own families … to the honor of Allah!!” And the Mahdi cut the air above his head with his crescent sword and at the same time, the rebel soldiers behind each naked British lad tore their blades across the flesh of their genitals, cutting off with one slice the penis and scrotum of each boy. Horrible screams of pain erupted from the eleven boys as all of them fell to the earth writing in pain. Just as quickly as the blade, sliced the genitals from the British boys, the rebel youths ran forward and gathered up the fallen organs. Again the youthful exuberance of the boys, ignoring the uncivilized v******e of the circumstance, was expressed in the swinging of the cocks and balls of the unfortunate victims in wild jest … likewise, the crowd yelled and leaped in wild humor.The Mahdi stepped forward and silenced the crowd and the poor eleven naked Brits were dragged away from the circle. “Hush my people … it is time to show some mercy; to show the generosity of Allah to the infidels. Bring forth the banquet table and chairs … bring forth the open hearths and the fresh meat. It is time to treat our prisoners to a feast that will be a tribute to those brave lads who have just suffered so!”Chapter Seven – The Next Eleven: Become Galley SlavesAnd with a flourish, the rebel soldiers brought out two long tables and 11 wooden chairs and then the next set of eleven naked Brits were led out and made to each stand before a chair. At the same time, several brass tubs of open fires topped with metal grills were pushed forward to the circle center. Slices of meat were obviously smoking and searing on the grill tops … the sensual smell of burning meat wafted over the crowd and the eleven naked boys.“Soldiers!” the Mahdi shouted, “Let’s show out ‘guest’ how we convey our hospitality to those we vanquish! Place the spears of victory at each seat!”And with this order, rebel soldiers wielding thick short spears with stubby points ran to each chair and turning the chair over end, with a larger mallet, drove a spear through the center of each chair.“Now, our guest can be properly seated to enjoy our feast!” The Mahdi said smiling and it was clear that each naked British soldier was not going to be impaled on the short stubby metal point driven into the center of each seat. The stubs were not long – about two fists high, but were thick. Even though they struggle, each naked boy could not prevent himself to being shoved brutally down onto the speared chairs with the metal stubs deeply penetrating their assholes. All were writhing in pain while the crowed erupted in wild applause.“Quiet now! Quiet!” the Mahdi shouted, “I am sincere when I say that despite the obvious discomfort of our guests …” and the rebel soldier crowd roared with laughter many pointing at the naked boys whose shoulders had to be pushed down hard to keep them seated, “We want to treat them to a meal that is fit for a king … again in tribute to all their comrades who so recently suffered at our hands. How many brave boys have died this day in futile resistance to our predestined victory! Such bravery deserves acknowledgement.”“The precious meat being prepared now shall be consumed by our eleven guests who I am sure will eat it with relish! My dear chefs, serve the meal!”And with his command, the rebel soldiers who had been cooking the meat slices on the open grills, stuck the succulent morsels with their knives and placed them on the tables before the naked British youths who, while uncomfortable, seemed to be appreciative of this gesture. It had been weeks since the British soldiers had had a proper meal let along a good piece of roasted meat. They looked down at their ‘feast’ with some eagerness. While they wiggled uncomfortably against the cold metal stubs penetrating their anuses, they grabbed violently at the roasted meat and devoured it … tearing at it violently with their teeth and chewing it and swallowing it with visible glee.”For some reason, the more eagerly the Brits ate, the more the rebel crowd seemed to enjoy their display! The laughter and taunting was louder and louder.Before long, the first pieces of meat were consumed and the ‘chefs’ quickly replaced it with yet more succulent smoking meat that the British boys in turn grabbed and ate with obvious hunger and appreciation. It was not long – only a matter of about 15 minutes – that all the meat prepared had been consumed by the naked boys. And even though their asses were filled with metal protrusions, they clearly looked pleased and hopeful that perhaps this violation tipobet güvenilir mi of their anal passages would be the worst fate that they would suffer this day. And the longer they sat, the less discomfort they actually were feeling.The Mahdi spoke again “My fellow followers of Islam, we see how the defeated relish the meat we place before them. We see how the generosity of Allah is unending. Even those Allah frowns on are treated to the reward of victory. Eat hardy my young friends. Eat as eagerly as you can.”The remaining British soldiers, equally near starvations, looked on with some envy at their comrades. Even though their mates were impaled on stiff metal rods, having well-roasted beef to consume must more then make up for their discomfort, each was thinking.And the Mahdi paused dramatically as the crowd appreciably and with anticipation waited…”My young friends, I want to hear honestly your opinion …”The rebel Officer was rapidly translating the sultan’s words for the naked young men.“How would you describe the feast we have laid before you? It is important, as our hospitality is world-renowned. We do nothing if not aim to please and we need to hear how pleased you are?” The Mahdi said with genuine sincerity.The young men looked at the Mahdi and some looked at one another … none were brave enough to respond to the mighty warrior.“Gentlemen, I insist that you give me some response!” The Mahdi said pleadingly, “I am being honest when I say that Arabic hospitality calls for a certain and affirming sign that we have pleased our guests~”And the rebel officer translating stated in no uncertain terms that a lack of response would be considered the highest insult to the sultan. So he ferociously urged them to speak.One of the naked British boys raised his hand and said“Your highness, this tastes as much good as any meal my mother served …”With the officer’s translation, the crowd roared in laughter and the Mahdi nodded appreciably and the naked British lad looked around puzzled wondering what he had said that amused the crowd so much.Another of the eleven youths screwed up the courage to say as loudly as he could,“Dear Sir, His Majesty himself, the King of England, would find this feast praiseworthy”And again with the translation to the audience, the roar of laughter was deafening and the Mahdi started to applaud.“My good future slaves, it is clear that you truly appreciate our hospitality. Now it is time to reveal to you the source of our festive menu. I am honored to say that you have just consumed the roasted genitals of you comrades!” The Mahdi said dripping with sincerity, “Now that must make you very proud to have eaten the cocks and balls and tender scrotum meat of your fellow soldiers!”The crowd went wild with applause and laughter and all were pointing at the looks of horror on the faces of the seated naked boys … some of whom immediately started to gag and to try and vomit the meat they had just swallowed.“Your fate is not only to be humiliated by eating the manhood of your fellow comrades, but we now will provide the further generosity of Allah,” and the Mahdi clapped his hand twice. Immediately a dozen soldiers ran forth to each of the soldiers. Immediately the tables were taken away and the seated naked soldiers arms and legs were extended while thick iron cuffs were placed around wrists and ankles. Quickly molten plugs were retrieved from the cooking grills and placed in the holes of the metal cuffs and with heavy metal hammers were blunted and cooled with water so that permanent wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to each of the naked youths.Then the youths were forced to stand up quickly … quickly so that the anal stubs nearly tore the anal muscles from their rear ends and immediately heavy metal butt plugs were inserted into each boy.The boys were in shock from the abruptness of the moves and suffered from the thickness and the weight of the anal plugs.“Your fate my vanquished ones,” The Mahdi shouted loudly, “Will be to join our naval galleys, where you will be bolted into the lower holds of our sultan’s armada where for the rest of your days you will spend your energies providing the power for the motion of His majesties navy. Night and day, four hours on and four hours off, you will push and pull heavy oars providing the swift movement of our Sultans’ ships as he travels and as he engages our enemies – perhaps your own British navy in combat.The anal devices will serve to remind you of your slavery. Each has an exit hole in it so that you may defecate the meager nourishment you will be provide to maintain your strength. And should you through some magic attempt to escape, the weight of your permanent iron cuffs and anal weight will drag you quickly to the bottom of the sea! Off with them! Enjoy the last meal you shall have of real meat! Enjoy the memory of having consumed the manhood of your fellow soldiers!”And cheers went up from the rebel crowd as the eleven were slowly dragged from the scene, each encumbered heavily with their metal adornments and rear weight.Chapter Eight – The Final Eleven: Sex SlavesNow it was time for the final eleven. This group was chose for their beauty basically. Their fair hair being blond and their thin slender bodies and firm round rear ends making them stand out from their comrades. As a group they were lead into the circle and lined up in a row. The eleven chairs were still lined up as well.“Now my pretty ones. What shall fate provide for you?” The Mahdi said with some glee in his voice, “Shall we take your manhood with one flick of a blade? Shall we condemn you to be eternally unsatisfied sexually? Shall we penetrate your assholes with heavy metal or adorn your ankles and wrist with weighty iron? What Oh What shall we do with you? You are so pretty, let me see …” And the Mahdi dramatically scratched at his short beard as he feigned contemplation of their fate …The crowd grew silent in anticipation of the Sultan’s decree … some wondered what this poor group’s fate was to be. Others were just enjoying the show: the look of terror on the boys’ faces and their pale naked bodies so fully exposed and in sharp contrast to the hordes of tanned Muslims surrounding them. None however had pity on their vanquished enemy. All in fact, hoped for the worst of fates for these young men who had fought so bitterly and killed so many of the rebel’s comrades.The eleven stood silent, naked of course with their hands on their heads and their feet spread wide as ordered by their captors. Some of the rebel soldiers delighted in poking the asses of the boys and giggled as the boys jumped in pain.“A fair skinned, fair-haired English lad is highly prized among the leaders of our people,” Mahdi said, “These boys before me, while in no way superior to our fine strapping young men, hold a certain fascination for Muslim males who sometimes prefer a tight place to penetrate … “ It was clear that when the boys heard these words their eyes widened in fear …“These boys shall now be prepared for a lifetime of sexual slavery where they will be buggered at the whim of their Masters. While they retain their youthful looks and tight holes, they will be prized and treated well … as they age, and get ugly and their anal passage loosen and become of no use, they too will likely be condemned to the galleys or perhaps castrated for service as Eunuchs.” Mahdi pronounced as the boys visibly squirmed and some began to cry.“One thing we have to make sure of is that they never achieve any sexual pleasure from their use. They shall be prepared in such a way so that their entire sexual use will be for the pleasure of their Masters and not for themselves. We will fasten rings on their cocks so that they can never achieve manly erections or orgasms … their hands will be fastened behind their backs so that they can never touch themselves again. Their anal passage will be stretched to permit the easy entry of their Masters and their teeth shall be removed so that their mouths will be dedicated to the full pleasure of their users.” Mahdi ordered and quickly rebel soldiers ran and set up a table in the center of the circle. One by one, the naked boys would be lead to the table and placed on their backs with their hands over their heads.The initial process involved a long thick needle heating up in a small pot of burning coals and silver metal rings.Each boy’s cock would be pierced in the side leaving an opening about an inch below the head. A ring would then be inserted through the side of the cock and out the urethral opening providing a fixed ‘loop.’ Then another ring would be inserted just under the boy’s scrotum. The final step was fixing the two rings together so that the boy’s cock would be permanently bent downward with the head towards the rear between the boy’s legs. Thus, while the boy could certainly be aroused, he could never come to full erection. He could be forced to squat when he urinated.Then the boy was flipped over and two metal cuffs were permanently attached to his. Then the cuffs were permanently joined so that the boy would lose the use of his arms and hands.A metal plug, similar to the ones inserted in the boys that were sent to the galleys, but much smaller in thickness was inserted into the boy’s anus. This plug had a hole in the center to permit defecation.Finally, the boy was made to sit up and face his rebel tormentor. With a pair of short thick tongs used to remove spurs and nails from horse’s hoofs, the boy’s front teeth upper and lower were roughly removed.The screaming during this process was horrible, bloodcurdling. Even the crowd, who were so entertained by the proceedings prior to this, stood in stunned silence as they watched the boys be so cruelly treated.blood flowed profusely from all the boy’s wounds leaving puddles on the table and ground and when the he was made to stand, blood dripped down his body from his penis and mouth. With the plug in his asshole, the was shoved and forced to walk awkwardly back to the line. As he passed the line of rebel soldiers, they poked him with their hands and knives, pulling on his metal bound cock, laughing at the sight of him and the thought of his sad future. One by one, the other boys were led to the table for their metal bondage ordeal … “Your infidel ways have brought you to this place my pretty boys,” Mahdi shouted as the last of the boys was led from the table, “You shall be taken to the auction block where you will bring the highest prices because of your beauty and your value as sex slaves! Once you are with your new Master, your days and nights will be spent being buggered and servicing cocks … you will never see or touch the lovely flesh of females. You are condemned rather to be used as women. And you will never achieve orgasm ever again!” Cheers went up, as the boys were lead away in single file.The crowd was now at a level of excitement that impressed even the war weary Mahdi. As the final group of boys was led into the circle center, he again thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he contemplated their fate … what shall he do with these final five? What would please his troops? Suddenly a thought came to him and his eyes sparkled and his mouth grew into a wide grin.Chapter Nine – The Remaining Five: Castrated and Set Free“Silence my faithful servants!” the Mahdi called out and the crowd immediately hushed,“We have before us the last of the infidels. We must use them very carefully. I want to make sure that each of you comes away from today’s battle with as much joy as possible. I want to make you all happy!” The Mahdi shouted loudly and the troops responded with a mighty cheer and raised their swords high waving them in tribute to their beloved leader.The five naked boys were beyond fear … they stood hands on head, feet spread wide, totally exposed to their captors. Completely vulnerable and unable to escape from whatever fate was delivered to them by this vicious Muslim leader. Some were crying, others looked panic stricken and one boy – a c***d really just barely 18, was shaking his head back and forth in disbelief of his situation, and he involuntary peed on his thigh.The Mahdi called for his Officers to gather around him. In a loud whisper he gave them a series of commands, gesturing every once in a while towards the boys and towards various parts of their anatomy.In a group, the five chief Officers of the rebel troops, returned to the boys and each stood directly behind them one by one. Another set of Officers went to the boys, knelt in front of each and rested a shard scimitar just above their cocks. Then the Officers to the rear reached around and began stimulated the boy’s cocks while their other hand pressed sensuously against each boy’s anus. Incredibly, in spite of their predicament, the boy’s began to get erect … with smooth slow strokes, the Officers were not only making the boy’s hard, but they were bringing them to orgasm … with pulsing motions, the Officer’s fingers were penetrating the boy’s assholes increasing the sexual stimulation. Soon all of the naked boy’s were moaning in pleasure … some closed their eyes. The Officers took care to slow their movements tipobet giriş so that the boys were kept just on the edge of orgasm. They would stop if the boy’s moans or body movement indicated that they were about to cum. The boys’ would be left with a throbbing erection. Some were dripping precum profusely. The boys’ eyes glazed over from the pleasure.“Allah is merciful,” Mahdi, declared, “He has told me to provide you boys with some pleasure. You will be kept at the brink of sexual satisfaction so that you may know manly pleasure . . . or at least the hint of it. But Allah wants to be merciful and generous to my loyal troops as well and I want each of them to experience today the ultimate male pleasure. And I want them to experience this with your help boys. For Allah has told me that each of you shall service my troops this very day!” A cheer went up from the crowd and the excitement among the troops was palpable. “It shall be a ceremonial ‘****’ of the British people! A ritual that shows who is the most powerful force on earth! We Muslim warriors shall ‘fuck’ the British flower of youth!”The uproar and excitement caused the Muslim troops to shout and dance about. Some tore their tunics off while others hugged their fellow soldiers in anticipation of the coming pleasure. Hours before, these young British soldiers had been their dreaded enemy. Now they would serve as the lowest of the low: as common whores.“My good and loyal followers, it will be your choice as to how you want to experience your sexual pleasure with these young boys. You may use either their ass or their mouths or you may opt to use both, it is entirely up to you.” With a clap of his hands, the Mahdi signaled that the boys should be prepared for their service:A table was brought out and each boy was straddled across it so that their head was waist level and their ass raised to the same level. The boy’s hands and ankles were tied together under the table so there was no possibility of movement let alone escape. The boys’ genitals were positioned just under the table at the edge of the table and young Muslim boys were seated under the table so that they could use their small delicate hands to continue to keep the Naked British boys aroused. They were instructed by the Officers to keep the young Brits just to the point of orgasm and to stop if any pulsing of the cock were detected.To enhance the pleasure of the revel troops, the upper and lower teeth of the British boys were removed but in a gentle manner so that the pain and wound was minimized. A slick watery paste of opium was spread on the boys’ gums so that the feelings were numbed and the teeth slowly taken out so that bleeding was kept to a minimum. A paste of opium and sulfur was put on the boys’ gums so that their oral bleeding stopped and their gums were soft for their tormentors’ pleasure.The boys’ ass cheeks were spread and a thick mound of lard was applied to each anus … not to provide the boys’ with any pleasure or relieve from pain, but to ease the entry of the rebel soldiers who were lining up on either side of the table.“So let the ritual of the **** of the British Empire begin!” Mahdi shouted, “Officers first so that they will have the freshest use of our young captives.”Immediately, the Officers lined up – five to the rear of the naked lads and five to the front – the Officers opened their tunics and each revealed a large thick penis and with no hesitation began penetrating the assholes of the boys and using their toothless mouths. Within minutes, some of the Officers were moaning in pleasure and clearly spurting their love juices into the boys.As each rebel soldier finished, he made room for his replacement. The line stretched for several blocks in the city as the rebel forces numbered in excess of one thousand. And there was no counting for the number of times each boy was sexually used: some soldiers returned to the end of the after being serviced by a young boy’s butt so that he could use the boy’s mouth for a second orgasm.Buckets were placed beneath the heads and asses of the boys so that the rebel soldiers cum could be collected once the boys’ holes and mouth were filled to overflowing which only took a matter of minutes. Some of the sperm flow, the boys’ could not help but swallow, but most was dripping out the sides of their mouths and down the sides of their thighs.While the boys’ mouths and asses were being used, the young rebel boys beneath the table were massaging the British boy’s cocks and balls keeping them erect and on the edge of cumming. It was an odd feeling for the British lads as they were naturally disgusted at being used like whores, but their own sexual pleasure was such that they began to eagerly suck on the rebels’ cocks and to wiggle their asses to gain the full penetration of their victors. With eyes closed, the naked British boys serviced one after another of the Muslim warriors. After a while, the taste of the jism and the foul smell of the unwashed Muslim soldiers faded away as the boys’ lost themselves in the process of sexual service.After about an hour, the buckets were full enough so that they were lifted and poured over the naked bodies of the young soldiers. This cooled them off to some degree while literally washing them in sexual aromas. The smell of the rebel warriors cum was strong and pungent and when it dried on the naked skin, quite sticky.The ceremony started at around 5 o’clock. When the sun began to set, torches were brought to the area to provide lighting for the night. The servicing ritual ended shortly after noon the following day, with the sun high in the air, and the boys dripping in sweat; dried cum caked on their bodies and across the table they were lashed too.When all of the soldiers had cum to their satisfaction … were in fact spent … the ritual ended.Mahdi, who had spent the night resting in the mosque and praying to Allah in gratitude for his victory, was called by his head Officers to come to the balcony for the final part of the ceremony.“I hope my soldiers, that you have found pleasure in the **** of the British boy soldiers!” Mahdi shouted and a roar of affirmation arose from the troops most of whom were lying on the ground exhausted from the night’s pleasures. “Allah is pleased.”“My young prisoners,” Mahdi shouted, “Allah has been merciful once again. He has told me to let each of you have one final orgasm, one final sexual pleasure in this life.” With this pronouncement, the young Muslim boys began to concentrate on their stroking of the British boys’ cocks. At the same time, rebel Officers placed their razor sharp razor blades just above the British boys’ cocks. The naked boys’ completely depleted of energy from the night’s ordeal yet still on a sexual ‘high’ from the ministrations of the rebel youths, were barely paying attention to what was being told to them. “But Allah is also just. Where there will be one last pleasure for you, there will also be the reality that this will be your final pleasure sexually … your last before the possibility is removed from you forever.” The closer the boys apparently got to full ejaculation, the slower the Officer’s strokes became … prolonging the boys’ pleasure … the moans increased until one boy shouted, “By god I am going to cum!”and the boy spurted his sperm into the air, drenching the young rebel boy who was stroking him. As the young rebel boys stroked and stroked the cock was completely drained of sperm and thenthe Officer kneeling behind the helpless lad grabbed the boy’s balls and with one stroke, cut off his penis, scrotum and testicles … the boys’ yells were horrifying to hear! Likewise as each of the other boy’s reached orgasm, their genitals were cruelly cut off as well until all five boys lay limp, bleeding from the crotch with their genitals lying on the earth below them between their legs. one by one, each boy spurt his semen and cried out in pleasure. It was difficult to discern between the screams of pleasure and pain of the British lads. In the end, they lay completely motionless across the table while their bonds were untied and their genital wounds cauterized with molten blades on searing skin. The boy’s barely could hear what the Sultan was saying because of their screams of pain and agony. All they knew was that their manhood was gone forever and that their arms and legs were now free.The crowd was hushed both spent from the night’s activities and in awe of the finality of the ritual.“You are now all Eunuchs. You shall never achieve any manly pleasure in life nor shall you be able to conceive c***dren. But you shall not be sold into slavery. No, we are going to release you and let you return to your beloved England where you can report on what has occurred her this day. You will go and tell about how you were stripped and forced to watch as your fellow comrades were mutilated and sold into slavery or condemned to servitude. You can describe how your were ritually ****d and used like whores and forced to accept the powerful sperm of your victors, indeed, were washed with it. You can live only so that you can be a living warning to all those who would dare attack us, that they will most certainly suffer the same fate!” The boys were then led to a table and chairs where they too were fed roasted genitals only in addition to the horror of eating genitals, the boys realized that care was taken so that each boy was served his own cock and testicles! With knives at their necks, the boys were forced fed the tender meat and while some gagged when swallowing, every morsel was fully consumed.At the end of this awful meal, the boys were sitting heads bowed in total shame, their naked bodies completely devoid of energy, blood dripping down their thighs and legs, their breadth heavy with fatigue. One boy grasped on to his fellow sufferer in an expression of pain and comfort.“We have one last abuse to thrust upon you,” Mahdi said as pots of glowing hot coals were brought out and placed before the table. One boy was led around to the other side of the table and, while the other four looked on, was roughly bent over the table and his legs raised and spread as wide as possible.“We shall place our brand … the brand of the Muslim Sultan Mahdi on each of your bodies. The metal will sear my mark deep into your asses so that there can be no doubt of who’s work this was this day! You shall be branded like cattle so that, should you ever be captured again in battle at hour hands, we will know that you are the British whores of the battle of Khartoum!”And with that, a branding iron was taken from the glowing embers and thrust hard onto the boy’s ass. A sickening smell of burning flesh and a rush of smoke arose as the boy screamed out in bloody pain.One by one, each boy was branded in the same manner. Each crying out louder then the one before.Made to stand up, the boys were led to the city gates. As they walked through the city, the cruel Muslim soldiers whipped the boys’ backs with canes. While they tried to duck and veer away from the harsh canes, the boys could not avoid getting deep marks on their backs. Some blows were so hard that they opened wounds that began to ooze blood. By the time they reached the gates, the boys were buckled over in pain and barely able to walk on their two feet.They were sent out of the city naked and in tears deafened by the jeers and taunts of their jubilant victors. Chapter Ten – Only One SurvivesThe boys slowly dragged themselves away from the city. They were told to walk along the rough road for two days and two nights until they reached the Nile. There, they were told they should swim with the flow of the river and a half a day, they should reach the shores of land being held by their British leaders.Michael was the only survivor of this journey. His fellow comrades one by one, either collapsed from hunger and thirst or succumbed to their genital wounds. Michael would not admit to it, but it was suspected that to keep alive, when one of the boys died from their wounds or just plain exhaustion, the others ate of his flesh.Michael was near death himself when he reached the Nile. He fell into it in fact, nearly drowning and was only saved by a bunch of fallen branches that he happened to get caught in. The current took the branches and him to the riverbank were he was ultimately found and rescued.No records of the Massacre of Khartoum remain in existence today. All reports of the atrocity were suppressed or destroyed and no authorized or unauthorized history of the event was allowed by the British Empire.Michael survived only for a few weeks. The wounds from his castration were infected when he was found and he could not recover from them. He was buried quietly in Egypt and his family told no more then that he had been killed ‘fighting bravely’ in loyal service to his King and country.Mahdi himself was killed in a later British battle as the British Empire army retook all the land they had lost during the previous battles with relative ease. It was not recorded, but legend has it that Mahdi was stripped and ****d by every member of the victorious British forces before he was castrated, forced to eat his penis and scrotum raw and then drawn and quartered. No information exists of where his remains are, but it was said for many years, scores of British soldiers carried around with them, a small piece of bone that they claimed was chipped from the skeleton of Mahdi.Finis

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