The slow moving wagon train made an odd
sight as it traveled along country roads. Four ox drawn cages on wheels,
filled with young virile men, surrounded by giants on white horses. The
procession stopped along the roadside and the leader grunted an order.
Immediately the men dismounted and took one of the trussed up prisoners from the cart. Tying the quivering youth, who could not have been more than eighteen, to the fence, one of the men produced a long crescent sword. At a motion he quickly drew it across the chest of the bound youth, whose squeal was cut short as the shock of his severed artery struck home.
The large man immediately put his mouth to the chest wound and began to suck the blood as it flowed while the others stood in line behind him. Those at the end of the line were helped by those who had gone first when the dead or dying youth was held by his legs to allow the blood to flow from the chest wound -- as if they were upending a bottle of wine.
Thus satiated with their afternoon nosh, the procession began again toward the small town. As the cages and their guards proceeded into town an awestruck crowd gathered. It was approaching the time of the annual justice festival, and this was simply a preludeum.
The large hairy giants surrounding the cages were known to all. Called Berserkers, they were renowned mercenaries, famous for their blood lust. It was rumored that a tribe of Amazon women had been raped by a troop of gorillas -- or was it the other way round? -- and the Berserkers were their offspring.
Each of the Berserkers was extremely tall, muscle-bound, and covered with thick dark hair. They had been hired by the king to fight against a neighboring state whose citizens had been raiding the border towns. The Berserkers, turned loose, had completely annihilated the neighboring country, and then settled back to collect their pay.
As the local citizenry began to repopulate the country, the Berserkers became restless, demanding action, lest they turn on their employers. The King and Queen had come up with a solution to satisfy the blood lust of the Berserkers while maintaining order in the kingdom. Laws were made strict and punishment even more severe. Those found guilty of any crime would be incarcerated and twice a year, the Berserkers would pass through every town in the country, collecting the young men for the Justice Festival, to be held in the capitol city twice a year.
As they made their rounds, occasionally, if the
size of the town warranted, the Berserkers would put on a small demonstration
of the entertainment to be had at the festival. The victims of these entertainment's
were always the youngest men, the most virile, or well formed.
As they stopped in the center of the town, the local constable had the city's offerings for the festival dragged out of the local jail. Hands bound behind them, the four young men were handed over to the hirsute gathering party, who each stood a head taller than the victims.
Grinning, the Berserker captain decided
the town was large enough for a quick display, but it was getting late
and he wanted to continue on the road. Choosing a fair haired lad of about
twenty, with the smooth lithe muscles of a swimmer, he had the man bound
to a pole. Calling out to one of his men, in a language that none but the
Berserkers understood, he stepped back and crossed his arms, grinning.
The swordsman made a small cut and then pulled a baton from a rawhide loop at his side. Moving deftly with his fingers he quickly jerked the navel forward from his pale quivering victim, who began to moan as he watched in horror as one part of his entrails was looped around the baton and tied off.
The swordsman then began to turn the baton skillfully, winding the bloody entrails of the man in front of him around the baton as if he were reeling in a kite string. The man began to thrash and shriek and choke as he watched his intestines being pulled from his stomach and spun around the piece of wood.
After about fifteen minutes the man fainted
and was cut down. Placed in the back of one of the cages, he was left moaning
on the floor, with the sure knowledge that he would soon be dead. He would
be butchered and roasted at the camp dinner that night, as the Berserkers
continued on their journey into the capitol city.
When, finally, three days later, they reached the capitol of the kingdom, the carts rolled through a large gate into a stone enclosure and deep into the ground.
Stopping in a dark and dank cavernous room the young men were unceremoniously unloaded and herded into close cells. They would not be fed nor tended as the festival was scheduled to begin the following day.
To prepare, the Berserkers chose four of the young men to take the edge off of their lust so that the entertainment would not proceed too quickly the following day.
One young man, a redhead, with a well muscled figure and a layer of fat that said he'd eaten well, was quickly strung up by his feet and his head cut off.
He was one of the lucky ones. His flesh was cut from the bones and placed in a pot of boiling water to become stew for the evening.
Two others were simply spitted smeared with a sauce and hung over slow fires, writhing and roasting their screams were ignored by the men turning the spits and basting their bodies.
The fourth man, luckier than those reserved
for the morrow but not as lucky as those before him, was passed from one
Berserker to another, and raped repeatedly.
There was no need to bind him as his escape was impossible and the Berserkers themselves simply gripped him about the waist and sat him, one at a time, on their huge cocks, impaling his bleeding ass and fucking the young man senseless, each crying out in an animal like roar as he came deep within the mans bowels.
When finally he was given over to the captain, raw and bleeding, he screamed as his ass was again impaled. But his scream were choked off when the captain gripped him around his throat and held him while he strangled, the captain reveling in the muscle spasms of the young man's ass, all the while the dying man gripped and clawed at his rapist's shoulders as he shot his load deep into the body.
When they were done this one too was cut up and prepared, the meat salted and roasted slowly to provide both nutritional and emotional sustenance for the Berserkers during the long show tomorrow.
When the morning dawned the Berserkers began cracking whips to awaken their charges. Each man was hauled out, bound and hobbled and washed and tied into a line. They were then marched through the streets of the capitol to the fair grounds where the justice festival would take place. The city's population usually tripled during the Justice Festival and this Festival was no exception.
The crowd screamed and jeered but no one threw anything, lest they hit and enrage a Berserker by accident. That would mean he would be grabbed and added to the festival with no benefit of trial.
Once at the fairgrounds the victims were dispersed to many different tents and exhibitions. The people would have to pick and choose -- from the old favorites such as impalement, to some of the new devices that would be tried out that year. Each to his own taste.
The Berserkers went about their business mechanically, but obviously enjoyed their work. The populace, for their part, were just as happy to have them under control, and most actually enjoyed the spectacle.
One of the favored standards of the festival
was the impalement section. Because of their size the Berserkers could
usually simply impale the man on an upright pole, without having to lay
it on the ground first. The victim chosen for this exhibit had light brown
hair and a stocky muscular body. His hands and feet had been bound and
two of the Berserkers were holding the squirming pleading man over the
As he cried out in horror they lowered him over the sharpened stake.
It appeared he began to pray as the Berserkers lowered his anus over the pole but he began to beg and plead in horror when they began to bounce him up and down in a fucking motion on the pole, the hirsute monsters grinning at their joke.
Each time they dropped the man a little lower until finally the siren like wail emitting from his mouth was continual and deafening.
There were two more empty stakes in this exhibit with two more victims watching as the first was toyed with. Finally, as he was guided expertly down the pole, the man began to choke and cough and blood spewed from his mouth, as the stake came out of his throat and the Berserkers left their charge to struggle and choke in horror as he realized he was impaled but not yet dead as he had expected -- the pole had missed his vital organs and he would live to moan and jerk for some time with it running from his anus to his mouth.
The second victim began to scream in horror as the Berserkers came for him.
The next exhibit was a new device designed
by the kings torturers. They found it helpful both to test and exhibit
these devises as warning to those who would try assassination or revolution.
The exhibit consisted of a table, broad enough to hold two men. And two
very lean handsome men with beautiful features were tied side by side,
and the table was slanted slightly up to give the crowd a better view.
|No charges were leveled against the young men -- they were innocents named by their mothers for substitution, so it was simply announced this was the fate awaiting any who dared speak ill of the king or his queen, or his ministers ... down the list.|
At a signal from the Berserker in charge a cover was slid from beneath the bowl and the crowd gasped and applauded as small drops of very caustic acid drizzled lightly on the men beneath. Smoking as it hit the forehead of one and the feet of the other, the pendulum was set in motion in a back and forth arc.
As it made it's way across the table it
dribbled the caustic burning fluid onto the head of one man and the feet
and ankles of the next, they both began to scream immediately, sucking
in a breath as the pendulum continued it's arc away from the table but
renewing their screams as it passed over them again.
The unfortunate who's head was in the path of the pendulum began a high pitched keening as his eyes were burned in the passing swath and the true horror of the machine became clear. With each pass of the pendulum, it moved further and further down the table, leaving a trail of acid on fresh skin each time it passed.
As the pendulum continued it's destructive path the hyperventilating screaming victims beneath it were being destroyed slowly. Their skin was charred and smoking. As a particular nod to showmanship, the men had been bound such that the destructive sweep would reach both sets of genitals at the same time.
The screams were almost continuous now and quite beautifully deep. As the first arc hit the first young man's balls, leaving a smoking trail, his deep yells turned to high pitched shrieks of renewed pain. The second follow quickly after and their screams continued in volume and pitch while their cock and balls were coated with burning smoking liquid.
The crowd applauded wildly at this show, grinning and nodding to each other like children being given their first communion.
The prisoners under the pendulum were now covered from feet to head with burned scarred smoking flesh. They no longer screamed but made choking animal noises in their duet of pain. They would now be left to twist and roil the best they could, their burned skin cracking and oozing like they were suckling pigs fresh roasted, waiting to be served. But piglets were dead when cooked -- these young men would live for hours if not days in agony beyond the imagining of anyone present.
In the next area, the prisoners were being broken on the wheel. Each man of varying size and musculature had been tied outstretched on a wheel. With an iron bar, one of the Berserkers slowly and deliberately turned the shrieking victims limbs to mush, pulping the bone and stopping to weave the limb through the spokes of the wheel.
When one victim would faint the Berserker in charge would move to another, and then back to the first when he had been revived, setting up a rousing symphony of clanging metal and shrieking men. When each of these once virile young men had had all four limbs reduced to twisted masses of flesh, slaves were set to rubbing pitch into the limbs, carefully avoiding the torso and face.
The wheels were then lifted on spokes set vertically in the ground and set spinning. As they spun the Berserker in charge touched a torch to each and the limbs of the tortured men exploded into a howling spinning mass of flames.
One of the most popular displays of the day was a cage filled with huge gorillas. To the amusement of the crowd, the men chosen to be thrown into this cage were each hugely muscled and looked as if, given weapons, they might be able to hold their own against the monsters.
The first man was moved into a small cage which was then set against the door of the larger cage holding the five gorillas. Their backs bristled as their hackles went up and they began to show their teeth and beat their chests, making a deep rumbling sound.
The young man in the cage went pale as he was shoved through the door with a stick. Cowering against the bars he tried to remain dignified the best he could, but when the gorillas charged he panicked and tried to squeeze through the bars of the cage.
The crowd laughed uproariously as one of the larger gorillas grabbed the muscle-boy youth by the arm and dragged him from the bars as if he was a rag doll, throwing him across the cage. The young man fell with a thud in between two of the other animals. Each grabbed and arm and yanked, twisting at the same time, ripping the arms away like pulling a drumstick off a roast chicken.
For a few seconds, the armless torso on legs stood screaming as the crowd guffawed. But he was soon grabbed again and, using the arms they'd torn from him, the gorillas began to beat what was left of the young man senseless, continuing to beat his quivering body till the keepers pushed the gorillas away and rammed hooks through the legs, between bone and Achilles' tendon like hooking a hog for butchering. They then pulled the still living, quivering body to the side of the cage then dragged it out the door and prepared to throw another muscle boy into the cage.
This one, a blonde beauty, did not go as gracefully as his predecessor. He was struggling and pleading as he was pushed through the doors. The gorillas seemed a bit confused as they looked as the man tried to climb the bars of the cage.
One of the larger animals grabbed him by the foot and pulled and as he fell another grabbed the screaming head, and pulled in the other direction. The panicked cries for mercy and help were cut short as the young man's handsome head separated from the torso and the gorillas backed away, seemingly in confusion, as the body began to throe and convulse.
Again, the body was hooked and dragged from the cage while the gorillas played with the severed head. The third victim, another large, handsome young man, this time dark haired and complected, was thrust into the cage.
His strategy was different from the other two. Evidently hoping for a quick death, he charged the gorillas who, confused by the unexpected aggression, moved to the back of the cage and thumped the ground and snarled. Reacting to the threat and robbed of their previous kills, the five gorillas in the cage moved as one unit and overpowered the man. Holding him firmly in their grip they began to bite and tear pieces off of the living, shrieking meal, sating their hunger and their own bloodlust as the man died slowly under their tender mercies.
The exhibit near the final extravaganza was simple in it's form but very popular. Given the length of time it would take, only one victim had been chosen -- a beautiful young muscular Adonis, accused and convicted of cheating in an athletic contest -- throwing a wrestling match the king had bet on.
He was held between two of the hairy Berserkers. His tanned muscular body contrasted wildly with theirs, covered with coarse dark fur. As the crowd watched, one of the Berserkers grabbed the young athlete and held him tight as the other pulled pincers from a red hot brazier.
Smiling cruelly, he caressed the young man's hard-chiseled chest then then began to methodically destroy his body, burning and tearing at the flesh with the pinchers as the victim struggled wildly in the grip of the other torturer. It was a wildly erotic sight. This man was not bound but held in the grip of the larger torturer, who drooled and had a straining erection throughout this part of the show.
When the young athlete's chest and thighs had been reduced to hamburger, he fainted. He was revived, and to renew his energy the torturer started to methodically and expertly strip skin from his admirably sized and formed cock and balls. The young man screamed and shrieked and thrashed and contorted, held almost lovingly in the arms of the large Berserker.
As night began to fall the crowd moved toward the larger arena in the fairgrounds. A large statue of wicker had been erected and tied to the arms and legs and torso were the bodies of several living young men, as well as those who had already died that day. After a very long winded speech thanking the Berserkers for their "admirable service to the crown", and extolling the laws of the land and the justice of the king, the wicker man was lighted and the crowd settled down to picnic dinners as they watched and listened to the screams of the young men slowly consumed in the blaze, wondering what new and different displays would be prepared for the next Justice Festival.