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Chapter 12 - Capture By The Khan
The roar of the crowd and the bright Sudanese sun startled Major Huntington
and the thirteen other survivors of his detachment. They had spent the last
three days in the semi-darkness of Mohammed Khan's dungeon and the bright
morning sun caused them to shade their eyes. The whips of their jailors had
driven them out into the large square where the Dervishes publicly tortured and
executed their prisoners.
When Major Huntington eyes recovered enough to focus on his surroundings, even
his normally brave personage suffered a moment of fear. There were tens of
thousands of fanatical dervish warriors along with the ordinary citizens of
Khartoum gathered to see the fate of the English
"This may be it for us, Harvey," said the Major to his second Captain Harvey
Dashwood.
"Think they'll do it quick or have their fun with us, Major" said Captain
Dashwood.
"With this size crowd, they'll make a show of it. They're here to enjoy the
performance," said the Major.
The square covered several acres. There was a raised stone platform in the
center. An amphitheatre bordered one half of the square with the end section
containing an area that the Major supposed based on the opulence of the
furnishings was for Mohammed Khan himself. A double rank of the Khan's personal
guard lined the square keeping the crowd at bay. Merchants hawked food between
the aisles. The Major noted there was something of the same holiday air that one
might find in London first Saturday of the month when criminals were hanged
outside the Old Bailey.
Thousand of Khartoum's elite were seated in the filled amphitheatre and many
more thousands stood in the other half. The crowd was screaming obscenities at
the captives and making gestures.
As the captives were marched toward the center platform that the Major took to
be their place of execution, his mind recalled the events of the last week.
The Major had been assigned to lead an extended reconnaissance of Lancers in
the general direction of Khartoum. The objective was to locate Mohammed Khan's
Dervish Army. Leaving Port Sudan with a detachment of thirty-six they had ridden
uneventfully along the banks of the Nile. They had encountered no followers of
Mohammed Khan or his Dervish Army in five days and were lulled into a false
sense of security. They were skillfully ambushed in a deep ravine. The Dervishes
had fallen on them so quickly there had been no chance to assume a defensive
position. Within seconds, Major Huntington and the others were pulled from their
mounts. The captive Lancer's arms were tied behind their back over limbs chopped
off a nearby Eucalyptus tree.
The dervishes captured unwounded sixteen of the thirty-six Lancers. They
unhesitatingly cut the throats of the five wounded. The sixteen were tied
together by a rope around their necks and forced marched for five days to
Khartoum where they were imprisoned in the dungeon of Mohammed Khan. Two of the
Lancers succumbed to thirst and exhaustion during the march. After arriving, the
fourteen survivors were left to themselves for three days. Sufficient food and
water were provided to revive their spirits and allow them to partially recover
from the ordeal of the march.
At the end of the first day in the dungeon, Major Huntington had revived
sufficiently to examine his surroundings. He was surprised to discover in the
adjoining cell a solitary fellow Englishman. At least that was what he appeared
to be from his clothes. The Major noted that while his civilian attire was dirty
and tattered, it was the product of a good English tailor. It reminded him of a
bespoke suit he had tailored in Saville Row prior to his departure for the
Sudan.
The tall fair skinned man repeatedly refused to answer when Major Wesley
inquired as to his name. After expending considerable effort, Major Wesley
ceased his attempts at communicating with the gentleman. It was toward evening
when the guards delivered water and food that Major Wesley and Captain Dashwood
witnessed something they truly considered bizarre.
After the kettle of unappetizing victuals was passed through the bars to the
gentleman, two guards exposed themselves positioning their cocks between the
bars. Without hesitation, the gentleman dropped to his knees and took one of the
cocks in his mouth. The Lancers watched and listened as the gentleman noisily
and enthusiastically used his hands and mouth to get the guards hard. The
gentleman applied himself skillfully to his task and before long; the guard's
body motion and cries signified that they had ejaculated in the gentleman's
mouth.
The Major knew enough Arabic to understand that the previously silent
gentleman was thanking the guards profusely for the opportunity to swallow their
semen.
"My God, Major, he's sucked off their bloody dervish dicks just like a
Cheapside whore," whispered Captain Dashwood.
"I heard him speak to them. But I couldn't get a word out of him," said the
Major.
"He knows their lingo," said Captain Dashwood.
"He must speak Arabic," said Major Huntington who had managed to learn a
little of the language himself.
The British officers watched in silence as the gentleman applied himself to
the task of licking clean their cocks all the while expressing his thanks for
the opportunity. The jailors smiled and laughed as the gentleman switched from
one cock to other until both jailors were licked clean.
The jailors then gave the gentleman further orders that occasioned him to tilt
his head back with his mouth open. The two jailors laughingly directed two
streams of piss toward the man's open mouth. Much landed in his face, hair and
elsewhere but a goodly amount found its mark and the bobbing of the gentleman's
Adams apple attested that he was swallowing
The two jailors allowed the gentleman to lick the yellow drops off the tips of
their penises before they left.
"He can't be English or a gentlemen. No Englishman would perform such acts
with these filthy heathen," remarked Lieutenant Kenneth Eversole disgustedly
when the jailors had departed. The gentleman was now standing wiping drops of
urine from his face with his sleeve.
"Oh, your time will come my young friend. You will beg them to piss in your
mouth, even defecate if they want," spoke the gentleman in a Midlands accent.
"Major Wesley Huntington, 12th Lancers, of whom do I have the pleasure," said
Major Huntington offering his hand through the bars, taking advantage of the
opportunity to communicate.
"Roger Chumley, actually Viscount Chumley," answered the gentleman taking the
Major's hand. The Major ignored the fact that the Viscount's hand was still damp
from jailor's urine.
"And how do you come to be in Mohammed Khan's care," asked Major Huntington.
"Doing a bit of exploring, seeking the source of the Nile, I had heard
Mohammed Khan was a learned man with an interest in natural phenomena. When we
reached Khartoum, we made the mistake of paying a call on his majesty,"
responded the Viscount.
"We," questioned Captain Dashwood.
"Yes, my wife, Estelle, her sister Eloise and her husband Randall, my late
brother-in-law," said the Viscount.
"You brought your bloody wife and sister-in-law to this place, are you daft
man," exclaimed Captain Dashwood.
"The wives insisted on accompanying Randall and myself," said the Viscount
matter of factly. "You don't say No to those two."
"Something went amiss," inquired Lieutenant Eversole.
"It seems that Mohammed Khan has a fancy for English women. He added Estelle
and Eloise to his harem. They're twins you know, quite lovely. Same as two peas
in a pod they are. He imprisoned Randall and myself."
"And what befell your brother-in-law?" asked Major Huntington.
"An awful run of bad luck, Randall suffered a heart attack while Kedif was
cutting off his balls," said the Viscount.
"Kedif" said Captain Dashwood.
"Mohammed Khan's chief torturer and executioner. You'll meet him soon enough.
He runs things here, a very religious man and quite skilled. His father had the
job before him."
"That's good to know," said Captain Dashwood.
"How long have you been here, Viscount," asked Lt. Eversole uncertain whether
the Viscount had descended into madness.
"Not sure, any idea of the date," said the Viscount.
"May 23rd," said Captain Dashwood.
"Almost two months to the day," said the Viscount.
"You said that we would be more than willing to do whatever they asked
including what we just saw you do. Can you explain that?" said Lieutenant
Eversole.
"Depends on whether you want to keep your balls old man. The Dervishes think
the worst thing that you can do to a man is to cut off his testicles. A man with
no nuts cannot go to heaven and enjoy the virgins promised by Allah or some
heathen nonsense like that. They delight in the act and make quite a show of
it."
"Yes, we've heard that but thought it was a rumor. It seems so incredibly
uncivilized and savage," said Captain Dashwood.
"Nothing's too savage or uncivilized for this bunch. Kedif is the man when it
comes to that sort of thing and he enjoys his work. He proclaims that he is
doing the will of Allah and that the more an infidel suffers the greater Kedif's
place will be in heaven."
"This Kedif castrated your brother-in-law?" said Major Huntington.
"He was only haft castrated due to circumstances beyond Kedif's control.
Kedif slowly sliced off one ball then cauterized the wound with a hot iron. Then
he disappeared for a spot of lunch and noon prayer at the mosque. When poor
Richard saw him coming back for its mate, his heart gave out, dead as a
mackerel. Kedif cut it off anyway, I suppose he likes to stay in practice," said
the Viscount.
"But you've managed to keep yours," said Major Huntington.
"Pretended to be daft, I decided early on to survive even if it meant sucking
Dervish cock. Those chaps are into buggery too, all kinds of such old school
business, you know."
"So they have sodomised you too," sad Lt. Eversole.
"Innumerable times, you had better get used to the idea that you will engage
in the crime that dare not speak its name or you can let Kedif cut your nuts
off," said the Viscount. "The truth is the old bastard much prefer to snip off
the family jewels to sticking his cock in your ass."
"No bloody dervish bastard is going to stick his unchristian prick in my bum,"
announced Lt. Eversole firmly.
"Suit yourself my boy. They seem to have their own idea on how to have fun
with us. But those of us who survive learn how to play their game," said the
Viscount.
"And your wife and sister-in-law are still live?" asked Captain Dashwood.
"Oh yes, Mohammed Khan seems to be quite taken with the pair. The last time I
saw Estelle and Eloise, they were being taken to Mohammed Khan's bed for a
little of the old in and out. Afterwards they've remained by his side according
to the jailors. In matters of the boudoir the twins are quite talented."
"And you didn't object when your wife and sister-in-law joined him in bed,"
asked Lt. Eversole with a tone of amazement.
"Nothing to do but keep a stiff upper lip, old man," said the Viscount. "I
suppose the ladies are doing what they have to in order to survive just as I
fall down on my knees when they pull out their Mohammed loving dicks."
Major Huntington had already decided that Viscount Chumley was the best
example of an upper class English twit he had ever encountered. The very idea of
bringing two British women to Khartoum and then introducing them to Mohammed
Khan was extraordinarily stupid. Mohammed Khan had the reputation of keeping an
extensive harem of European women. If the two women were young, attractive
identical twins there chances of not being added to his harem were nil. The Khan
was known throughout Arabia for his practice of depravity and perversion.
Major Huntington and the other Lancers learned little more from the Viscount
other than he had been whipped repeatedly and forced to perform various sexual
acts with the jailors. Major Huntington suspected that the events that had
befallen Viscount Chumley had rendered him mentally suspect.
This opinion was reinforced when the very next night along with supper, four
of the jailors entered the Viscount's cell. They spent over two hours leisurely
performing acts of sodomy and oral sex. While the jailors had been busily
pounding their cocks into the Viscount's rectum, they gestured toward the
Lancers indicating their time would come.
"Soon, you too," yelled one of the jailors toward the Lancers. At the moment
his cock was buried in the Viscount's ass. The Viscount was making noises like
he was enjoying himself immensely. After the jailors had satisfied themselves
and left, the naked Viscount came close to the Lancer's cell then bent over
presenting his separated buttocks.
"I'm not bleeding, am I? Karem, that's the tall one with the bad eye, has the
cock of a Jersey bull. And it's as thick as a man's arm. I thought he was going
to split my ass wide open, " said the Viscount looking through his knees at the
Lancers who in turn were staring at his much used sphincter.
"No, no blood, just a little red, none at all," said Major Huntington looking
at the Viscount's distended anus that was dripping the ejaculate of the jailors.
"Good, I've toughened up considerably since they started with me. I used to
bleed like a stuck sow every time I had to accommodate one of the larger
jailors. Of course I fagged two terms for upperclassmen at Harrow but that was
altogether different," said the Viscount with an air of satisfaction.
The jailors had left Viscount Chumley in his cell that morning when they came
to fetch the Lancers and take them to the square.
"There must be a hundred thousand of them here to watch us," said Captain
Dashwood looking around the square.
"Wonder what that's for," said Lt. Eversole gesturing toward a number of
odd-looking chairs nearby.
"Us," responded the Major guessing they were instruments of torture.
"Clothes off, English," demanded the leader of their jailors snapping his whip
for emphasis.
"Might as well, gentlemen, let's show them some English dick, " said the Major
speaking with a hubris he didn't really feel as he began unbuttoning his tunic.
The crowd roared as the Lancers shed their uniforms. When the Lancers were
completely naked they were separated into four groups. Each group was taken to a
different side of the rectangular platform and chained standing between two
posts. Their wrists and ankles were tightly shackled between the two uprights.
Major Huntington, Captain Dashwood, Lieutenant Eversole, and Lieutenant Carson
found themselves facing the portion of the amphitheatre that contained the
throne of Mohammed Khan. The Major saw what he took to be the ruler seated on
the throne. Seated at his feet were two very attractive females, obviously the
Viscount Chumley's twins. They were fair skinned, blue-eyed English blondes.
They were wearing some sort of pantaloons and their r breasts were uncovered.
That's a bit of all right thought the Major looking at Estelle and Eloise.
Under different circumstances, I'd like to have a go ay those two myself.
They were laughing and talking gaily with Mohammed Khan as they fed fruit to a
half dozen small monkeys scurrying around the throne restrained by leashes.
"Whores, English whores," shouted Lieutenant Carson bitterly.
One of the twins must have overheard because she turned toward Lieutenant
Carson then said something to her sister as she pointed him out.
"Filthy fucking English whores," screamed Lieutenant Carson even louder when
he realized he had their attention.
"Be quiet, Lieutenant," cautioned Major Huntington noting that Mohammed Khan
was staring at the Lieutenant.
"What does it matter? We're done for anyway," sobbed the Lieutenant.
Major Huntington watched as Mohammed Khan spoke to a nearby servant who then
hurried to speak to another courtier. Within moments, the word arrived at the
platform. Two burly guards seized Lieutenant Carson and pried his mouth open
with small pieces of wood. A wizened dirty man stepped forward with a pair of
tongs. He captured the Lieutenant's tongue in the tongs and stretched it
outward. The Lieutenant screamed in pain as the sharp tongs gripped the
sensitive flesh of his tongue. The man wielding the tongs turned out to be the
Kedif that Viscount Chumley had described. With a small curved knife, he slowly
and carefully severed Lieutenant Carson's tongue at its root. A fountain of
blood gushed from the Lieutenant's mouth.
The crowd roared its approval of Kedif's action. He used the tongs to hold up
and wave the bloody piece of carrion for the crowd to view. Even louder shouts
of approval followed that display. When it died down, he flung the severed
tongue into the crowd where a scuffle broke out over its ownership.
Kedif spoke to an assistant who removed a glowing red iron rod from a nearby
brazier of coals. Kedif carefully maneuvered the iron rod to place it on the
blood stump that used to hold the Lieutenant's tongue.
There was the unmistakable hiss of sizzling flesh accompanied by the guttural
screams of Lieutenant Carson. Kedif inspected the Lieutenant's mouth then spoke
once again to his assistant at the brazier of coals. For a second time, a
freshly heated iron rod was forced against the Lieutenant's open wound. This
time Kedif held it there longer.
As the sound of sizzling flesh died out, the Lieutenant lost control of his
bowels and defecated on the stone floor beneath him.
Kedif angrily gestured toward the pile of shit underneath the lieutenant. He
spoke to the guards who quickly shifted their position to behind the lieutenant.
They removed his ankle shackles then raised the lower half of the Lieutenant's
body to where he was bent double. From a nearby chest, Kedif retrieved a large
wooden stake and a mallet. The stake was pointed at one end, tapering to the
width of a man's hand at the top. While the guards held the Lieutenant in an
elevated position, Kedif inserted the pointed end of the stake in the
Lieutenant's anus then used the mallet to hammer it deep within the Lieutenant's
rectum. The Lieutenant screamed each time the mallet struck the wooden stake.
With each strike of the mallet, a cry of approval was given full throat by the
audience. Major Huntington was surprised the Lieutenant had remained conscious
through his ordeal.
"Too bad, best baritone in the regiment," said Captain Dashwood as the guards
lowered the Lieutenant and refastened his ankle shackles. Lieutenant Carson hung
in his chains making odd sounding moans. The blunt end of the stake protruded
from his asshole.
Almost immediately, the Lancers heard the loud crack of whips from behind
them. Major Huntington turned his head to see that each Lancer had a whip
wielding guard positioned behind them. The guards were limbering up their whip
arms. The Major saw they were wielding a nine-stranded flogger and that each
strand ended in a metal tip. The Major had seen that type of whip used to punish
common soldiers who had committed serious breeches of discipline. The floggers
quickly shredded the skin from the soldier's back.
"They're going to start on us," said Major Huntington trying to summon the
courage to endure his fate.
When he looked up at the throne area, he saw Mohammed Khan wave his arm.
Almost immediately his back exploded in pain. The Major twisted and screamed in
agony as the flogger landed on his shoulders. Around him, all of the Lancers
announced their descent into hellish pain by opening their mouths and giving
full voice to a loud baleful cry. Even the mutilated Lt. Carson emitted unshaped
guttural cries each time the nine metal tipped points dug deep furrows across
his backside.
Major Huntington felt his back grow moist from his own blood. At times, the
guard would direct the whip to between the Major's legs and the metal tips would
come in contact with his gonads and penis causing incredible pain. The Major
would perform a dance of agony causing the mob to express their satisfaction by
laughing as he attempted to hop from one foot to another.
The crowd shouted its approval of the proceedings. The square was a cacophony
of the Lancer's screams and the approving cries of the mob.
After the first twenty blows, the Lancers drifted in and out of consciousness.
Each time, a Lancer totally lost awareness; a bucket of cold salt brine was
dumped over his head. The salt seeped into the wounds expanding the pain.
Major Huntington had no idea how long the whipping lasted or how many blows he
suffered. At the end, several pails of heavy salt brine were tossed on his back.
These caused him to scream for several minutes even though no further blows of
the whips landed. A jailor carrying a pail of sea salt stood behind the Major
scooping out handfuls of the coarse salt and rubbing the white grains into the
open cuts crisscrossing the Major's back. As the impact of the sea salt upon his
gashes reached the pain centers of the Major's brain, he began to pray that the
Dervishes would quickly kill him.
Half unconscious and in agony, the Major was removed from his upright position
between the whipping posts. He was dragged several feet by the guards and seated
in one of those strange looking chairs they had noticed when they had first
arrived on the platform.
The Major's arms were tightly chained behind the narrow back of the chair. The
chair back was tilted slightly backward and the Major found himself staring
toward the horizon. Shackles were attached to his ankles and his feet were drawn
upward until his knees were chest high. A leather belt was placed around his
forehead immobilizing his head against the chair back. Other belts were placed
on his thighs and chains attached to draw his thighs back against his chest.
At the last, Kedif arrived to insert a metal apparatus in his mouth. Major
Huntington tried to resist but Kedif's assistant pinched his nostril's shut
until the Major was forced to take a breath. Kedif adjusted the apparatus to
where the Major's mouth was held wide open, unable to close. Kedif leaned in
close to the Major and spit into his open mouth. The Major was forced to swallow
Kedif's sputum.
"You like, English pig," said Kedif smiling.
Trussed up like a chicken realized the Major's pain clouded brain. And ready
to be plucked. Or is that fucked? My asshole is front and center and so is my
mouth. It looks like Harvey and the others are in the same fix. Out of the
corner of his eyes, the Major could just barely see that Captain Dashwood was in
the same predicament.
A naked dervish appeared in front of the Major stepped up on the seat of the
chair and placed his already hard cock in his mouth and began to stroke it. The
smell of unwashed flesh pervaded his nostrils. The Major felt more movement.
Another dervish was standing on the floor behind the dervish standing over the
Major. The Major grunted as he felt a hard cock push past his sphincter. The
dervish with his cock in the Major's mouth grabbed the Major's ears and began a
back and forth motion forcing his member in and out of the Major's throat.
Before too long, the Major's taste buds detected fresh semen. The crowd got into
the performance and cheered each time a Dervish ejaculated into an English mouth
or ass.
A fresh dervish replaced the Major's face fucker. When the Major's ass fucker
finished moments later, he too was quickly replaced. This routine repeated
itself time and again as the morning wore on. Once again, Major Huntington lost
all track of how many cocks he had entertained.
At some point toward noon, he found himself without another man's cock inside
his body. He opened his eyes to see Mohammed Khan and the twins standing
directly in front of him. Apparently, they had decided to make a closer
inspection of the captives.
"This one," asked Mohammed Khan speaking to the twins.
"Oh yes, he'll fix up nicely," said one of the twins reaching down to grasp
the Major's cock. She smiled at him as she fondled his large cock.
Major watched uncomprehendingly as a servant painted a large red X across his
chest.
"That's seven. I said you could have half," said Mohammed Khan.
"One more, seven's an unlucky number," said the other twin.
"All right, just one more. I can't disappoint my people," said Mohammed Khan
as they walked away.
"Kedif, take the chosen eight to a place where they can watch," said Mohammed
Khan as the twins left the platform. "They'll see what will happen if they don't
fully cooperate."
Major Huntington could not walk or stand when his restraints were removed. His
rectum was on fire and his back was a mass of cuts. Two burly guards grabbed him
under his armpits and drug him along with the others to a cell whose window
looked over the square. The Major saw that only seven of the Lancers had
returned with him. Captain Dashwood, Lieutenant Eversole, and five others were
present.
The Major and Captain Dashwood crawled along the floor until they reached the
cell window, drawn by the roars of the crowd. Helping one another, they used the
stonewall and cell window bars to pull himself upright all the while their
bodies screaming in pain.
Through the bars of the tiny window, they saw that the other six Lancers were
facing the amphitheater end of the square. They were again chained between two
posts. Kedif was standing in front of Lt. Carson. Major Huntington forced
himself to watch as Kedif reached between the Lieutenant's legs grabbed his
testicles in one hand pulling them tight then quickly severing them, throwing
the bloody flesh to a pack of dogs that had gathered at the base of the
platform. The dogs engaged in a spirited snarling fight for the lieutenant's
flesh.
"God have mercy on his soul," whispered Captain Dashwood.
The dervish practice of castrating prisoners had become known and feared
throughout the British Army. A Corporal Elijah Witherspoon had escaped from the
dervishes after being castrated. He had sold his story to the London Times even
allowing doctors to examine his wound. Of course, his account dramatically
reduced his fellow soldier's willingness to serve in the Sudan.
Major Huntington reached down and wrapped a protective hand around his own
testicles. Still there fellows said the Major quietly but probably not for long.
Kedif worked from Lancer to Lancer repeating the castration until all six had
been made eunuchs. One of Kedif's assistants followed behind using a heated iron
to cauterize the wound. Each Lancer lost consciousness either at the moment of
castration or when the glowing red iron was pressed against the gaping wound
where their gonads once hung.
The Lancers were revived with water. Next, Kedif slit the nostrils of the six
then cut off their ears and gouged out their eyes with an implement that
resembled a tablespoon.
At that point, Kedif and the guards packed up and left the platform. The
double rank of guards surrounding the square withdrew. As soon as the soldiers
left, the mob surged forward racing onto the platform. The Major turned his head
as the mob hacked the six Lancers to pieces.
Major Huntington and Captain Dashwood fell to the stone floor unable to stand
longer. As he lapsed into unconsciousness, the Major kept asking himself why he
and seven others had not suffered the same fate.