Adultsonly.

ATTENTION: THIS STORY DEPICTS BRUTAL TORTURE AND PUNISHMENT
AGAINST CHILDREN.

This story is intended only for adults and it is not suitable for
minors.

This story deals with boys subjected to harsh and brutal abuse.

Persons who object that should stop reading right now.

The author does not approve or condone abuse against children.
Abuse is not only immoral but illegal.

This story is only fiction.




The not-so-merry-go-round.

	The tyrant awoke from his nightly orgy with desires of violence.
After some minutes he decided to see a session of his
merry-go-round. He ordered the guards to use the boys who where
in the dungeons to force their parents to pay their taxes.

	The silenced cells did break into noise when the guards entered
in the dungeon wing. The guards chose twelve boys from the cells
and prepared to take them to the room of the merry-go-round. The
order of the tyrant was to use young kids, so the older chosen
was 12 years old and the younger 8 years. The task wasn't so
easy: the chosen kids resisted and the whips began their work.
The tearful and sobbing boys were scare to death: they remember
how many times the guards took some of their mates and how many
times nobody returned. With hard blows from the clubs of the
guards, the kids were aligned and chained: the chain grabbed by
the chief of the guards was united to an iron collar in the neck
of the first kid, then crossed between the legs and connected to
the shackles on the wrists at the back of the kid, and then to
the collar of the second boy and so on. Heavy chains and shackles
were put around the ankles of the children. Those chains were
unnecessary: besides the castle was escape-proof, the kids were
weak by inhuman conditions on the dungeons.

	The sobbing, pale, weak kids were dragged across the cells,
hearing the screams and moans of other children, begging for
mercy, for their parents, or simply for being filled with fear
and pain, some already insane.

	Some of the kids had only a rag tied at the waist, the remains
of the clothes they were wearing the day of their capture. Most
of them had loincloths provided by the guards, and at least three
of them were completely naked. Almost every one of them showed in
their bodies the marks of the whips and chains. They already knew
the treatments at the castle and were shivering, thinking what
the tyrant would want to do.

	Once in the room, the children began to moan and cry harder when
they saw the machine, until the guards ordered silence. They knew
exactly what can it do.

	The tyrant's version of the Merry-go-round, which he knew from
visits to the west, was built by an engineer who lost his mind
after finishing it.

	It was the traditional frame of the game, with space for twelve
little persons. But each one of the "horses" was replaced by two
panels of wood united by one of the ends, forming inverted V's,
screwed to the floor. The top of the horses were capped with a
piece of steel, sharpened as a knife.

	Squirming, debating and begging, one by one, the kids were naked
and took to the machine. A harness of leather not only held their
arms and hands securely at their backs, but suspended them, with
their open legs, over the sharpened horses. A leather strap of
the harness was threaded to a mechanism in the wheel. When the
Merry-go-round began to turn, the crotch of every one of the boys
was about a foot above the top of his horse. Slowly, with every
turn of the wheel, the strap was unthreaded, lowering the kid.
The frantic, desperate children tried to stop their bodies going
down pressing with their legs at the sides of the horses, but a
thick and slippery coat of grease made this next to impossible.
Besides, both ankles of every one of the boys were fitted with a
weight, hanging from a chain and shackle, to make the stop even
harder. Brownish-red stains on the horses, witnessed what
happened when the delicate skin of the crotch came in contact
with the sharpened metal.

	Once the tyrant was on his comfortable throne, he gave the
signal to make the wheel began to turn, between the sobs, screams
and moans of the children. Turn by turn, the bodies went down,
more close to the metal, with the kids frantic trying to hold on
something.

	When the sobs began turning into hard screams of pain and fear,
with children going madness, and red streams began to run, the
tyrant gave the second order: the right arms of the kids, were
freed. Then, in a grotesque parody of the innocent game, every
one of the children must try to grab a ring of a device installed
next to the wheel. The spectacle of the kids, full of pain,
stretching their arms to get a ring, made the tyrant laugh. One
fortunate boy would get a golden ring, and he would be removed
immediately from the machine. Most of the others would have
silver rings and would have to wait until the blood, their own
blood, reach the floor to be removed. But one boy, one
unfortunate kid would get a black ring. This poor boy would have
to wait until the tyrant got bored of his screams and cries to be
removed of the machine.

	The tyrant leaned back. The fun was only beginning..

The end.

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