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„Wh-What are you doing?" Elder Price slowly backs off from the General, his hands raised in front of him. The much bigger man simply stares at him menacingly and abruptly grabs the front of his pants. The man looks at Kevin's face for a few moments and then smiles. "A pretty white boy, isn't he? Almost looks like a girl." His two guards laugh. Kevin doesn't understand what's happening. Wasn't he going to kill him? Then he hears the familiar click of his belt. "Wha-?" He gasps in confusion, but stops as the man actually starts to unzip his pants. "N-No…" Kevin croaks. What the hell was that man doing? The General then leans in closer, until Elder Price can feel warm breath on his face. Instinctively he takes a step backwards, but the bigger man immediately grabs his jaw. "Don't you dare try to walk away from me." He growls in a menacing voice. "Now get your ass over to that table and bend over." The general points towards a run-down table in the middle of the room. Kevin's eyes widen and the first bolt of panic shoots through his body. He still doesn't really know what is happening, doesn't want to know, but in the very back of his head there is a small voice telling him what the man was going to do, why his pants had been opened, why he needed to bend over. Was this lunatic really going to… to… Kevin refuses to finish the thought. It was ridiculous, even impossible, right? He was male after all.

Elder Price feels his face flush and the panic inside his guts rising. He turns his head to the side in shame. "Please… I'm sorry! Just let me go. I won't ever come back…" He realizes that appealing to the mercy of a crazy warlord wasn't really the best idea and very unlikely to actually get him out of this situation, as the other man only laughs. "Now, why would I do that? That wouldn't be any fun, would it?" He grins at Kevin. A shiver runs down Price's spine. In his head the young Mormon begins to pray. "Please Heavenly Father, if you care about me at all… Whatever this man is planning… DON'T let that happen to me! PLEASE! Anything but that!"

His thoughts are interrupted by the general, who is now shouting at him angrily. "I told you to get over there! Move!"

But Kevin doesn't move a muscle. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to. His body was simply paralyzed with fear. Price then feels strong hands grabbing both of his arms. The two guards are slowly dragging him towards the middle of the room, where the table was located. "NO! PLEASE!" Instinctively he begins to struggle, trying to free himself as the table gets closer and closer. But the guards are much stronger than him. There was no chance he could get out of their grip. When he tries to get away from them once more, the man on his left quickly raises his arm and without ny hesitation punches Kevin in the face. Elder Price watches as few drops of his own blood fly through the air. "Stop being such a bitch." The guard growls at him.

Kevin then feels his upper body being violently slammed onto the table. The impact knocks all the air from his lungs and he struggles to breathe as he is panicking more and more. His heart is beating way too fast, sweat is running down his face and the first tears are collecting in his eyes. "Heavenly father, PLEASE!" he prays. "I have worked for you my whole life! HELP ME!" Elder Price tries to get back up, out of this humiliating position, but the two guards have him in an iron grip. They both look at him with a perverted grin.

Kevin realizes that not only was he going to get raped, but he was also going to be watched getting raped. And no one here was going to help him. Price lets his head sink onto the table. Tears start to run down his face. This couldn't be happening. Not to him. This was just another hell dream. A particularly bad one this time. He would wake up any second now, greeted by Arnold's stupid face. Arnold… What he would give right now to see him, to listen to him talking about Star Wars or Lord of the Rings, instead of being here, about to have the worst experience of his entire life.

Price's train of thought is interrupted when the General positions himself behind him. Kevin feels his pants and underwear being yanked down violently. His face goes red. No one had ever seen him like this. He was completely exposed, about to be violated in the most disgusting way imaginable. Then two large hands are touching him, grabbing his flesh. The General grunts. "What a nice ass." Elder Price can't help but let a small whimper escape his throat. He hates this. He hates that this man can just do this to him, humiliating him like that, without anyone to stop him. He feels utterly helpless.

Kevin couldn't believe that this was actually going to be his first sexual encounter. He would be tainted afterwards. Sodomy was a sin. God was probably going to hate him for letting this happen. After all, this was his own fault, running into a heavily guarded camp like an idiot, wanting to prove what a great Mormon he was. This was probably the punishment Heavenly Father had chosen for him.

Then Kevin hears the man behind him undo his zipper. His blood runs cold immediately. "NO!" He screams again. "Please, PLEASE! I'll do anything! DON'T!" He doesn't even know why he is still begging. It's not like that disgusting man was going to change his mind because of it. In fact, his screams only seem to agitate the warlord even more. Kevin is in complete panic, unable to move a muscle. His heart feels like it's going to jump out of his chest any minute now, his limbs have already gone numb and his shirt has to be see-through by now from all the sweat. The guard, who had hit him earlier, laughs. "Isn't he adorable?" Kevin just wants him to die.

Elder Price then feels something press against him, something warm and fleshy. A shudder shakes his whole body and his mind is on fire. "Please… oh my God, please!" The General grabs his hips hard enough to leave bruises. Kevin whimpers. His entire face is already wet from crying. He tries to mentally brace himself for what is going to come, but nothing could have prepared him for what he is forced to endure next. The pain is terrible and weird. He had never felt something like this before. His skin and muscle stretch, feeling like they're on the brink of ripping apart. Kevin lets out a few tortured sounds and sobs. It's hot. It burns. It's wrong, just so, so utterly wrong. He can feel something tearing inside of him.

"PLEASE!" He whines. "Stop!"

The General laughs and then yells at his guards. "Damn, this white boy is fuckin' tight!" Then the man starts to move his hips, slowly at first, but getting faster as he goes on. Soon he has set a relentless pace. Kevin only whimpers and whines in response. He couldn't think straight anymore. His mind had left his body. There was nothing left but shame and pain. He can barely see through the veil of tears in his eyes, but it looked like one of the guards had begun to stroke himself through his pants. How could someone be getting off on this? This was sick and wrong. He just wants it to stop. Or to die. Either would be fine. But he just couldn't live through this any longer.

Elder Price then feels a warm liquid running down his upper thigh. Could it be? No the General wasn't "finished" yet. It had to be… blood. Oh god. He was actually bleeding… there…

The pain was only getting worse with every thrust. Kevin is now struggling to hold back his screams. He wouldn't give those bastards that satisfaction. He tries to focus his attention on a big moth sitting on the wall, he is forced to stare at. The large insect is slowly crawling across the surface, seemingly unaware of the things happening right next to it. If he could, he'd switch places with that thing and then simply fly away.

Suddenly there's a hand violently grabbing his hair and next an explosion of pain on his forehead. The general had smashed his head unto the table. For a few moments his vision is gone. When it returns his Kevin feels incredibly dizzy and the General is yelling something at him. "- such a great little whore. I swear to God, he made you for this!" He then starts to move even faster, every thrust bringing more and more pain.

Kevin lets out a broken and tortured sound in a desperate attempt to not scream. "Pleeease…!" He whines. But his attacker has no mercy. He and his goddamned guards only laugh at him.

"Damn. Isn't he adorable?" The guard on his right says, still grinning.

Kevin lets his head fall onto the table and stays that way for the rest of the time. The guards aren't even holding him down anymore. He's just standing there, bent over and taking it. Pathetic.

After a while the General grabs his hair again, speeds up once more and then lets out a loud and satisfied grunt, rocking his hips forward one last time. Kevin can feel something warm inside of him. His stomach turns and he can't help but gag. The shame is burning even worse than the stinging pain he feels in his backside. The General lets go of him and then positions himself next to the young man. Kevin can't bear to look at him and turns away his head. His face was probably covered in his own tears, snot and spit.

Elder Price's head is slammed onto the table once more. "I hope this served as a lesson for you." The bigger man growls. "But don't think for a second that we're done here.

Kevin's eyes widen in horror. What had that lunatic planned for him now? Were the other two going to have their way with him too? Or… was he going to be kept as a… slave? No. He couldn't take anymore. He would rather die.

The General speaks up again. "I'm thinking, if you love God sooo much, you should give him a shot too. It's only fair."

Kevin doesn't understand. What was that man going to do to him now? He feels something new being pressed against him… something weird… rolled up paper maybe? What did that have to do with Go- And then it dawns on him. It was his copy of The Book of Mormon. That madman couldn't be serious. There was no way this would ever fit.

"NO!" He yells, raising his body from the table with newly found energy. It had to be the new wave of fear that was gripping him. Immediately he is slammed back down by the guards.

"No, no, please!" Elder Price doesn't even know why he is still screaming. It wasn't going to accomplish anything.

And then the General begins to push. And it is even worse than before. There was more blood, more pain and much more shame. The sharp edges of the book are further damaging the tears inside of him and slowly giving him new ones. Kevin screams in agony. He doesn't care whether it gives those bastards even more satisfaction. He just has to let the pain out. The General shoves the book in agonizingly slow, somehow hitting every particularly bad spot inside of him.

In his mind, Elder Price screams. "Please God, just let me die RIGHT NOW!"

The two guards watch his face and its contortions with ugly smiles. Kevin can feel his consciousness slowly fading. He wants to give in to the darkness, be freed from the pain, but he needed to stay awake. He couldn't just let them do what they wanted without him knowing. He screams once more- Well, scream wasn't really the right word. His throat was too sore to produce much more than weak croaking. Kevin squeezes his eyes shut. He isn't crying anymore. There are no tears left.

And then, it is done. The General slowly moves back to admire his work. There was now a book inside of him. Elder Price feels incredibly sick. He slowly raises his shaking body. His head is spinning. There are black dots obscuring his vision. Bile rises up. He retches. The contents of his stomach hit the ground.

The man who had just tortured him laughs. "You know, I didn't actually think that would really fit. Your ass is truly something special. He pats Kevin on the back, as if to congratulate him and then turns to his guards. "Now get him out of here." He says in a voice that almost sounds bored. And with that, the General finally leaves.

Kevin can feel something running down his legs. His back and lower half are on fire. The book is sitting inside of him at a weird angle, causing even more pain and making almost every movement impossible. He collapses to the ground. His body is being lifted by someone before he is engulfed by darkness.