Cackling like a man possessed, Dirtypink opened the door to the cell, massive truncheon in hand. With one deft swing he cracked his beat baton across Darven's face and sent him to greet the swirling blackness. "SWEET NIGGARDLY JESUS THAT WAS EASY", Dirtypink screeched, and he stalked towards the defenseless Swift, cock at full mast; all veiny and pulsating. Swift screamed with fright and managed to urinate while desperately crawling backwards to the cages wall, slipping on the puddles of molten cum that Darven had spewed forth. Dirtypink was screeching with pleasure again, anticipating the first seconds of penetration into Swift's supple butthole, his massive cock spouting cum like the Yellowstone Caldera. Dirtypink lurched towards Swift's waving his penis like a scepter and screeched, "I crown thee king of my rape dungeon, and to your anus go the SPOIIIIILS".
The echoes of that night are said to be heard to this day, for the raping and humiliation Swift received were so severe even the afterlife could not stand to keep them. Dirtypink was fueled by an unholy lust for boipucci and his gigantic pike of a cock was proof of his depravity. Veiny like a gigantic bicep and barbed at the end, his penis was built as a weapon of war, not love. With the rage of his Slavic ancestors, Dirtypink plunged his pointy manhood deep into Swift, lifting him from the floor with the sheer force of impact. Swift now felt the sweet breeze in his hair and the jolts of pain arced up his spine from the penetration in his asshole. He was flying! Up, up, up and towards the ceiling of the cell, like a foul flag on Dirtypink' enormous flagpole, one that even France could be proud of.
Swift was not fortunate enough to pass out this time, however, and was carried out of his cell and up the stairs, mounted like Jesus upon the cross. Dirtypink was screeching and ejaculating the entire time, leaving a sickly trail of shit and semen as a ghastly reminder of the torture Swift had endured. Dirtypink carried Swift to the grand stadium in the center of the town, mounted the entire time upon his titanic specimen. Villagers booed and threw tomatoes, cabbages, used condoms and excrement at him the entire time, as was the custom in Cuckistan to deal with criminals. Swift was finally released with a great sucking noise as the massive moist cock-pole slid out of him, and he was placed bent over in the town stockades. Dirtypink, however, was not done yet and he brought out his favourite toy. A massive 9-tailed whip doused in bacon grease from his assburgers and hot sauce was cracked through the air, biting deep into Swift's buttocks like a hive of angry bees.
The pain was exquisite and Swift nearly shit himself on the spot, or he would have if there was anything but sticky cum left inside his anal cavity anyway. Dirtypink nearly fell to his knees with pleasure, a small rainbow of yellowing sperm bursting from his throbbing penor. This was his day and he was ecstatic to share it with the townspeople. "Let's run a train on this sad cunt weeeeoh weeeee ooohh weeeooh oh fuck yeah", he shouted nearly foaming at the mouth.
One by one the townspeople lined up behind Swift and deposited their love inside him. The crowd was quickly growing and even members of the elite empire guard were arriving. Among the newcomers were the two large guards, Whoreley and Benji, who both were feeling quite amorous after a night of pillaging. Tipping Dirtypink a single gold shekel, Benji assumed the position behind Swift while Whoreley forced open his pretty mouth. Both elicited squeals of delight as they entered his soft insides and proceeded to bash him back and forth like a pig upon a roasting stick.
Swift was unable to scream, unable to move, and could only feel the rhythmic bashing of his loins and mouth. It was like being stuck aboard a capsizing ship with the salty ocean invading every orifice he had, jeered on by an angry crowd. This savage bombardment of his mouth and asshole lasted for nearly two days, until Whoreley and Benji were too dehydrated to muster even a puff of smoke from their cocks. Satisfied, the crowd left, and Swift was finally able to sleep. In his dreams he faced nightmares of Dirtypink' dungeon, the many dildos and apparatus of pleasure that were concealed beneath the city streets consumed him. He was quickly plunging into madness ranting and raving in the stockades. "FEED ME CUMMIES, BABY SOFFTTO NEEDS CUMMIES," he cried to the heavens, his mind entirely broken, as if he was the main character from a nhentai doujin, or worse yet, an egirl from the Ardent Sluts server.