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Strangulation Jig

Harry Tangelo, the leader of ninety-nine mercenaries, took his orders from the Boss. The Boss's firm supplied the weapons, supplies and transport. Basic army barracks located in a Government reserve provided accommodation. Mercenaries carried out the dirty tasks with minimum publicity.

The current operation concerned the blue metal gravel mines. Production was at a standstill. Preliminary reports suggested the miners were fighting among themselves. His task was to identify trouble makers, who was fighting who, and assess the situation. He commands the mercenaries who are ready to either join in the fight or exterminate the entire mining work force. Vehicles serviced the open cut blue metal gravel mines. Yesterday a truck fully laden with blue metal gravel blocked the main exit road. The bodies of the driver and co-driver were a bloody sight. Two decapitated heads fell out when the doors were opened for inspection.

Darren Hit's nickname is Strangle Dare. He invokes men into dangerous positions such as the mining dispute without a damn about the issues. He expects his men to live and die with bravado, brutality and brawn. Today Darren Hit leads the ten mercenaries camouflaged as miners. They grease the mining overalls and the exposed parts of their chests, faces and arms. This time they leave firearms behind.

Three mercenaries lead in an open jeep. Two mercenaries sit in the front seat of a truck. Darren with five mercenaries sits outside on the open back of the truck.

Company guards guard the first entrance to the mining area. The guards signal Darren's group through. The guards joke about the threat of unexploded dynamite charges blowing off their balls. Darren's rendezvous point with a checkpoint is about three kilometres west.

Six fully armed mining guards police the checkpoint. They beckon the jeep and truck over to stop in the parking bay. A short stubby mining guard holds up a scribbled map to the jeep driver.

"Follow the arrow ^ signs until you reach the arrow > sign right. Descend into the open cut mining area."

The convoy halts at the arrow < sign. Three burly miners frisk them for weapons, opening their overalls up, and dropping the entire garment to their ankles. It was a cunning trap because miners usually wore no underpants. Seven of the mercenaries wore underpants.

Darren inwardly cursed himself for neglecting to inspect the mercenaries before they set out. The miners themselves were naked behind the black grease. A miner rang his boss on a mobile phone.

"Seven visiting miners wearing underpants. That confirms your suspicions."

The reply. "We will prepare accordingly. Cut the underpants away."

Three miners cut off the underpants with a little sniggering at the exposed penises.

"Get a good look at this miner's balls. Unexploded dynamite might blow them into a bull-sized ball graveyard."

Unexpected frisking and diversion gave penises big ideas. The conversation threatening their balls aroused them.

A miner rang back his boss.

"Boss. Can I cut off their balls? ...No. Not yet...Send them down the shaft. Sure."

The three miners escorted them along a mound of blue metal gravel. They put on powerful torches around their head. The route through the shaft was an obstacle course designed to disorientate them. At one point they reached a large pipe into which they travelled downwards. Miners stayed behind. The mercenary party plunged into a thick pool of grease, emerged looking like miners! About fifty miners cheered the mercenaries as they stumbled out of the grease. Three miners stepped forward with towels to wipe the filthy faces clean. The overalls weighed the mercenaries down with grease. The grease pool cleverly disarmed the mercenaries, embarrassed them with grease and made them captives.

They were back in the open air. Two metal bar cages higher than a tall man imprisoned naked prisoners.

"You have arrived just in time. Fancy some strangling? Strangle the scum miners who betrayed us to the owners. It's a just sentence. We recognize you as hostile soldiers of fortune. Strangle your way into the mining records. Do the Strangulation Jig "

Darren Hit assessed the situation. He and his men were guests of honor at the Strangulation Jig.

The miners blocked any shirking by forming a tight circle around the mercenaries. How many miners wanted personal revenge? The tall miner opening the first cage looked like a naked, physically fit thug. He wore two short rope nooses like an arm waistband.

Two naked scum prisoners strode out of the cage.

"Who wants a head choke? We guarantee erect penis to spurt. Let us choke you with our powerful arms. Balls crushed as an optional extra."

Spectators dared a volunteer. The two scum prisoners grabbed a young mercenary for a volunteer. The tall miner helped them drag him back into the cage.

"Let's do it." They burst into song."Let's do the Strangulation Jig."

Miners shouted "Let him pull his young penis before you strangle him."

Scum prisoners gripped his waist. A young mercenary looked down at the blackened greasy mess. The tall miner wiped away the excess grease. He squeezed. The young mercenary took over. The blackened penis turned rock solidly erect. The tall miner and the scum prisoners squeezed their own penises for everybody to see.

"Mark our deeds. We compel him to dance the Strangulation Jig. Watch as we throttle the guest of honour."

The mercenary panicked.

"Help!"

The cry echoed in ears deafened by mine drilling. A second mercenary sprung to the rescue.

The young mercenary punched one of the scum prisoners in the guts, landed his boot in the other's balls.

The tall miner gave the scum prisoners a head start. He sparred with the second mercenary. Brilliant boxing. The powerful punches knocked the wind out of the rescuer.

The volunteer followed his boot by picking up the scum prisoner staggering in the balls, threw him against the cage bars. Scum prisoners located in the cage next door pushed him back.

The two scum prisoners caught the volunteer, positioned him in a frontal grip, started the terminal pressure on the mercenary's neck.

"Throttle him!"

The mercenary in turn proceeded to choke the scum miner standing in front of him. The second scum miner tried to save his friend by first throttling the volunteer. The pressure applied by the muscular arms was acute. Result was broken, heavy breathing with lots of saliva and swollen protruding tongues. The scum prisoner's eyes bulged first. His Adam's apple jerked convulsively. The volunteer's cheeks gradually turned purple. Erect penises dribbled.

Two men danced the Strangulation Jig inside the cage.

Outside the cage the rescuer tried to fend off the fierce punches. The boxers fought back utmost pain as they punched the guts out of each other. A critical minute passed.

The second scum prisoner constricted his grip on the volunteer. The volunteer expelled valuable breath as he kicked out.

Miners cheered.

"Strangle him."

Miners saw the boxers with aroused penises. The boxers saw the concluding stage of the strangulation. The strangling men's penises spurted profusely. The second scum prisoner briefly released the neck, pulled the swollen penises to the last drop.

Miners cheered.

"Balls crushed as an optional extra."

He crushed the volunteer's balls. Crushing balls is strenuous work. Then he throttled the volunteer for the terminal climax. It was marvellous.

The volunteer prized the optional extra. He relished the intense pain as he blacked out. The arms remained locked. Two men lost consciousness. The bodies collapsed on the ground.

Next door the prisoners spoke. Capture the nooses! The victor attacked the boxer, seized the nooses and passed them through the bars.

The two boxers thought he would be an easy target after the strangling of the volunteer. When they entered the cage to finish him off, he outfoxed them. He ran them up against the cage bars where the prisoners seized them. The prisoners tied the nooses around their necks, pulled them off the ground and hung them. They kicked with their feet, failed to release their necks with their arms. The more they struggled, the more they aroused their penises. The victor manhandled the booty, crushed the balls.

A miner opened the second cage to let the mercenaries attack the prisoners.

The boxers' tongues protruded. Their Strangulation Jig was slow. They steeled themselves to watch other men strangle. They saw the opening tackle. A miner locked onto a prisoner. The boxers bet silently on the outcome of the strangling. Heads, the miner jigs. Tails, it's too late. They lose consciousness.

Two mercenaries started free-for-all by joining the just started Strangulation Jig. They locked their arms on the back of the necks. The Strangulation Jig became faster. The miner was winning for a while before the mercenaries started the choke. In turn two prisoners started to choke the mercenaries. After some vigorous kicking the six stranglers regrouped. The six stranglers formed a scrum, shoulder-to-shoulder. Crossing over their arms, they choked the two stranglers beside them-- one arm on the left neck, one arm on the right neck. It took them a minute to get the hang of it. Adam's apples became soft targets for tough hands.

The face to face strangling enabled them to watch all the stages. Eyes bulged. Faces changed colour. Erect penises dribbled. Winners stand tall, losers fall at the strangling. The six stranglers stretched their arms out to two necks. A prisoner gurgled, then a mercenary. The pressure on the hands intensified. Another mercenary gurgled. The six stranglers kept their arms stretched, the hands locking the throats. The miner wept tears. The penises gushed. The six stranglers formed a solid huddle, standing tall. Winners. The purple faces gasped as the interlocking hands crushed the necks. The six stranglers collapsed together with choking arms locked into place.

Scum prisoner and miner alike spontaneously pissed over the six stranglers, assessed one another through the stream of piss and flexed their muscles in readiness. There was a procession: a stream of prisoners and mercenaries pissing and flexing. The men dispersed.

A scum prisoner tackled the miner to the ground, jumped on his back and throttled him. A mercenary helped out by kicking the head.

Darren tackled a scum prisoner nearby, jumped on the hairy chest as he choked him over the pool. This time the choking was a slow process. The prisoner kicked his legs wildly. Darren forced the whites of the eyes to redden, watched the face changing colour. Eventually the tongue protruded. The prisoner was at the beginning of a terminal mood. Darren keeping the pressure on the neck with his left hand, used his right hand to pull the prisoner's erect cock.

Three mercenaries picked the successful ball crusher up off the ground, hung him upside down and then lowered him into the grease. In turns they jerked the penis, mercenary style, for a short while, tortured then crushed the balls. The upturned legs struggled in response, slowed. The mercenaries drowned him in the grease. Darren complimented them on the good job.

A mercenary and a scum prisoner choked themselves to death while Darren was complimenting the ball crushers.

Five scum prisoners executed five of Darren's best mercenaries. Within six minutes they danced the Strangulation Jig. The miners cheered. Five scum prisoners locked their arms around the mercenary necks. Darren couldn't believe that it happened. He felt ashamed when his penis stayed erect. His three ball crushing mercenaries stayed erect. The scum prisoners pulled the five blackened penises after they gagged the necks for the last time.

Four broad-shouldered miners carried a trunk of nooses into the Strangulation Jig area. A spokesman for the miners interrupted the fight.

"I'm giving you a present, complimentary nooses around your necks."

The four broad-shouldered miners roughly threw a noose over each fighter.

"Conserve strength. Use the nooses. Hang your friends and enemies from the cage bars. Winners get to use the latest ball crushers."

Four broad-shouldered miners tightened the nooses to maximise hanging chances.

"This is a moment to finger your penises."Everybody felt their manhood.

"The Strangulation Jig recommences!"

Four miners honed in on a scum prisoner, let him scream before tightening the noose.

These were bloodcurdling screams. All the miners enjoyed the screams.

The miners followed up with the Strangulation Jig ritual.

They strung him up on the cage bars, raised his feet off the ground, gave him the company of two hanging boxers, tightened the noose for his last time around the metal bar, swung the kicking legs and pulled the erect penis.

Latest tally. Four mercenaries attacked two scum prisoners, strung them up securely. Another two scum prisoners picked up additional nooses, attacked two broad-shouldered miners, and strung them up. A broad-shouldered miner strung up a mercenary. Darren strung up a scum prisoner. An additional noose netted a broad shouldered miner. Two mercenaries gurgled on the noose. Scum prisoners hung from the steel cage bars. The miners cheered the hangings. Darren remembered the men he choked second, then third. Darren liked to look into their eyes, watching as the pupils faded, the tongues gasped for breath, and the erect penises spurted. His mercenaries admired their leader's hands on killing. Now they were all strung up. The Strangulation Jig tally impressed Darren who courted mercenaries and death.

"Strangulation Jig ends!" Attila, the mining leader, declared.

A tribute to the power of hanging.

The mining leader stepped forward to join Darren.

"My name is Attila. We knew you were mercenaries. Let's finish the dancers off."

Attila, the two winners, a broad shouldered miner and Darren, inspected the progress of the strangling and hangings. Guards joined in the penis manhandling. Nooses were tightened where necessary. Legs swung. Once the penises discharged the balls were crushed. The latest ball crushers worked like crushing nuts.

Attila adjusted a noose. A mercenary swung from a steel cage bar. Attila fingered a ball crusher, positioned it around the balls.

"You cool bastard!" said Darren.

Frank tested the squeeze, pulped the balls.

"We learnt your nickname was Strangle Dare.You know now we are willing to fight for our just cause. Dirty where necessary."

Darren spoke. "What do you really want?"

Attila assessed Darren quickly.

"We dream of the grimacing blue metal mining owners fighting us man to man. We no longer care how many men we kill or are killed by. The mining owners ruthlessly exploited us to the point where we lost our respect. There is no future for a miner in this world."

"How many owners?"

"There are three men with private bodyguards. Maybe sixty men."

"How many miners?"

Attila smiled."Strangle Dare, I will answer that after you return to your leader. Join us. Your leader might relish the challenge. Tell him we will fight to the last man. Or he could position the owners with their bodyguards to fight us. It's personal. We want to kill them. After that we don't care if you leave us or fight us. Maybe your leader wants us to dance the Strangulation Jig. Morrow, escort the mercenary to the checkpoint. And, next time we fight for keeps with dynamite. Blasts your balls better than any ball crusher."