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pain?
I m innocent and you know it.
That is a matter between you and me only for the rest of the world,
I need the confession.
Then you sure as hell aren t getting it!
The chief smiled down at Robbie, delighted at the spirit he was
showing. Then turning to his men, he ordered them to strip him. The boy
had co-operated in removing his clothes the day before under the threat
of a gun, but the chief guessed he might not be so obliging now. This
would be more fun anyway!
The chief retired to a comfortable leather chair and Evgeny joined
him on another from where they watched the two henchmen set about
Robbie. Their approach was hardly subtle, but that added to the
spectacle. Robbie fought them off as best he could. He punched and
kicked as the two policemen pounced on him. It would have been easier
if the policemen had fought back with violence, smacked Robbie hard
around the face and landed a few body blows to contain his resistance,
but they knew better than to damage him.
Robbie struggled, but the greater size and strength of the other men
soon proved enough to overcome him and Robbie was pinned down on
the dungeon floor with Mastrovian legs trapping his limbs as hands
grappled and tore at his clothing, with no concern for any damage to the
garments. The shirt was ripped open sprinkling buttons to the floor, and
within seconds of the assault Robbie s chest was laid bare. Then hands
attacked his trousers, the top button was unfastened and the zip pulled
down. Violently the men pulled at the waistband till Robbie s white briefs
were on show. These were quickly ripped asunder so Robbie s cock and
balls sprang out.
The chief lit a cigar as he continued to watch, and stroked his
throbbing cock as he leisurely smoked. He sat only a few feet away, so
he had an excellent view of the frenzy of action which was so at odds
with his own laid-back manner. But behind his facade of casual
indifference, his excitement was mounting as more and more of
Robbie s body was exposed. He was seriously looking forward to seeing
it naked again and fucking the lad s lovely arse.
So it would appear were his too brutish henchmen. No sooner were
Robbie s briefs torn from his body, he was bundled over onto his front
and pinned down again with his bare ass on show. One policeman
pulled up the shirt so the white rump was fully exposed. The other was
suddenly overcome by lust and plunged his face down on the heavenly
flesh, feasting on the buttocks and the crack in between.
The chief allowed this liberty for a moment or two, privately enjoying
the lack of discipline. He watched on, feeling highly aroused as the bully-
boy policeman devoured Robbie s ass, spreading the buttocks as wide
as he could and tonguing the lad s lovely pink hole. Driven by his lust,
the policeman then reached for his own flies, with the obvious intention
of getting out his cock.
It was then that the chief got out of his chair and kicked the
policeman hard on the hip.
I said strip him! Not eat him out! And certainly not fuck him! Now do
as I say or else you ll be in the same situation as him.
The policeman was quick to obey. He knew fine well that the chief
wasn t joking. Being part of Chief Vorinov s special force was a privilege
with so many incredible perks but get in his bad books then life could
be hell. No one in Mastrovia challenged the chief! No one ever defied
him!
So for the next five minutes the policeman calmed himself down and
methodically set about the remainder of his task, working with his
colleague to remove Robbie s clothes rather than just expose the
choicer parts of his body. Robbie continued to struggle and fought as
best as he could, and gave the policemen some nasty bruises for their
trouble, but eventually they succeeded and left Robbie lying naked on
the dungeon floor.
So... what shall we start with? asked the chief as he hovered over
Robbie, cigar in hand, its glowing head threatening menacingly above
him. I assume you still refuse to sign the confession, in which case a
little encouragement will be needed.
I m not going to sign. I m innocent, you bastard!
Trust me, assured the chief, prodding the poor lad again with his
foot. You will beg me to sign before this day is done... Do you see that
device over there?
The chief pointed to a corner of the dungeon with his cigar. Robbie s
eyes followed as if hypnotised. He saw in the low lighting a wooden
object about the height of man. It was composed of three sturdy legs
tapering inwards like a stool, but at the top was no comfortable flat seat.
The legs were crowned with a solid wooden three-sided pyramid.
The chief allowed Robbie to register the design and hopefully form
his own conclusions before he explained, It is called the Judas Cradle.
The triangular pointed seat is very uncomfortable, but contusive for
confessions when inserted into the asshole.
Robbie shuddered and looked away.
You still refuse to sign? The agony of sitting on the Judas Cradle is
very intense. Weights are added to the body to pull it down onto the
piercing wood. It is a slow, lingering torture where death comes as a
blessing at the end if taken to the extreme.
The chief let the threat hang in the air. He allowed Robbie a few
minutes to consider that pain, before he feigned a change of heart.
No! stated the chief. I think we ll spare you that particular agony.
What he really meant was that he would spare Robbie s ass for he had
other plans for that particular hole.
No, said the chief as if pondering this through. I think we ll use a
more traditional device... Tie him to the rack!
His two henchmen leapt to obey. They had been biding their time
leering at Robbie, stroking their cocks which throbbed hard in their
trousers, waiting for the action to begin again. They grabbed him under
the arms and dragged Robbie across to another corner of the dungeon
where the ancient rack was waiting for him.
Robbie stared at the rack with bulging eyes as he was dragged
towards it. If anything it looked more ominous that the Judas Cradle,
though its means of torture was less overtly sexual. The wooden frame
lay propped upright against a wall, with two ropes fixed to the bottom
and another two tied to a handle at the top. Robbie valiantly struggled all
the way, but in the end the policemen were always going to prove more
powerful. He was brought to the rack and he was forced upon it, resting
on his back. His wrists were bound in the ropes above his head and his
ankles to the ropes nearest the floor. His naked body was left at their
mercy.
Once he was bound in the rack the chief and his nephew came over -
the chief with his cigar burning in his hand, the nephew with hunger
burning in his eyes. They both gazed at Robbie, savouring his nudity
and the hate they saw in the young man s eyes. With his half smoked
cigar wedged between middle and index finger, the chief casually ran
that hand down the length of Robbie s body, starting at his upwardly
stretched arm. Slowly the chief s hand drifted downwards, the glowing
head of the cigar trailing in its wake warming, but not burning Robbie s
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