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"One moment!”  Andrew's voice
was shaking with emotion, halting Peter's progress. "Dad, you go with Mum,
Jennifer and this wonderful friend of Peter's. Me?  I demand that I go with
you, Peter. It's my sister this scum tried to destroy."

Seeing the look of denial on
Peter's face he shouted, "No!  No argument!  I want these people dead as
much as you do.”

Ignoring Elizabeth's
horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards, dragging the prisoners, made their
way to one of the older farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all
the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy.

With the prisoners
secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Gurkhas changed into rags from under
the shearing shed.

Kukris
were
still prominent.

Standing to one side,
Peter and the RSM quietly reaffirmed the strategy for the remainder of the
night. They had to ensure that the plans included the destruction of the truck
and all evidence of the evening's activities.

The RSM with his
Gurkhas were to obliterate the DVDs showing the crimes and the laptop from the
shearing shed. They were to leave nothing whatsoever to link the events of this
night with the disappearance of Dingo and his cronies.

The bright light of
the full moon was sufficient to guide them to the far end of the farm where the
prisoners were to meet their fate.

Chapter 18   Paying The Piper

At the specially
constructed pigpens for the wild boars, the truck halted. The prisoners were unloaded
and forced to stand with their backs to the truck facing the pens. Moaning and
cursing, Pretty Boy lay on the ground unable to stand on his two broken ankles.

"We won't ask
for any last requests.”  Cold and emotionless, Peter was most methodical in his
manner. "Pretty Boy, you sure have a big mouth and a small brain. I really
have something special for you tonight that the others will be able to watch
and enjoy."

"You boast that
Jennifer loved your penis and what it did for her. So you're telling me that
your penis is your prized possession, are you?  What about your face?  Now I'll
be as generous to you as you were to Jennifer.”  He bellowed an order.

Two guards
immediately dragged Pretty Boy inside the pigpen where others tied him to the
fence rails with a rope around his stomach leaving his hands dangling.

"Strip
him."

The two guards
unsheathed their Kukris and Pretty Boy screamed in fear. They laughed at the
pool of urine and excrement puddling around his feet.

The tips of the Kukris
sliced though his clothing drawing blood with every slash. By the time Pretty
Boy was naked, his body was covered in a myriad of little streams of dripping
blood from what he believed were thousand nicks and he was moaning with the
renewed pain.

Fear and agony
replaced the insults and curses he'd directed at Peter.

Saying nothing Peter
took the pair of fencing pliers lying on top of a fence post and walked towards
the prisoner. Silently, using the pliers, gently he took hold of Pretty Boy’s
penis and using his Kukri he quickly flayed the naked penis while completely
ignoring Pretty Boy’s screams of anguish.

"Hand me the
molasses.”  Peter's order was cold and calculating.

One of the guards
handed Peter a huge pot of the molasses used on the farm for the production of
Riverina sheep nuts - cubed, compressed biscuits made of chopped alfalfa,
chopped hay and molasses. Using the spade standing in the molasses, Peter
liberally coated Pretty Boy's face leaving his eyes, nose and mouth free.

"You're so vain
you thought women were yours because you're so pretty, eh?  We have some
ravenous females here, and very soon, they'll be very interested in enjoying
your good looks and your penis."

Peter's voice was as
cold as ice and Pretty Boy stared at him terrified at what was to come.

When Peter had
liberally coated Pretty Boy's penis and testicles, it was clear that Jennifer's
torturer had something real to fear. Casually, Peter climbed to sit with the
others on the topmost rails.

"Anything to
say, Pretty Boy?  How's your penis now. Still willing to flash it and believe
it's just the answer to a maiden's prayer?” he teased. "Remember the death
of your Arab friends?  Well their death was speedy. I warned you that anyone
who touched Jennifer was a dead man walking. You aren't walking and will never
walk again. You're as good as dead."

"Fuck off!” 
Pretty Boy spat the words from his bloodied, toothless mouth. "You and
your toy soldiers don't frighten me. Send Red here and watch how a real man
looks after his whore.”  To the bitter end, Pretty Boy showed his innate
stupidity.

Andrew had demanded
to accompany Peter but now, at the sight of this contemptuous man, still
willing to degrade his sister, he suddenly felt ill. He looked away trying to
quell the turmoil in his stomach. Then he heard Peter's words.

"You really are
stupid. You've learned nothing. Okay!  Open the gate."

Suffering from
starvation and driven mad by the smell of the molasses in the air a wild boar,
proudly holding its tusks high, skidded through the mud into the pen. It slid
to a stop in front of Pretty Boy and began to snuffle at his molasses-coated
genitals.

Ignoring the agony,
Pretty Boy tried to defend his sex organs by slapping at the boar with his
hands even though they hung uselessly from his destroyed wrists.

However the boar,
undeterred and enraged by Pretty Boy's antics, drove his tusks into the
captive's belly. Pretty Boy's entrails splattered to the ground.

There was a
high-pitched scream and with his wrists, Pretty Boy tried to gather his innards
to stuff them back through the huge gash at the same time trying to defend
himself even more energetically. His hands didn't seem to follow the commands
of his nerves and the boar just ignored his futile efforts.

Unfortunately, in
trying to defend his genitals, Pretty Boy dropped his head so the boar smelt
the molasses on his face. It began licking and chewing on his nose and cheeks. Another
scream longer and even more high pitched soon became a dreadful, bloodcurdling
screech that stretched out to a gurgle as the boar ripped Pretty Boy's tongue
from his mouth.

Andrew threw up.

Tiring of the game,
the boar returned to the genitals ripping them from Pretty Boy's body and
tearing chunks of flesh from his groin. Blood gushed from his femoral artery,
and, as they watched, Pretty Boy's heart pumped the last of his life from
between his legs.

Given the nod by
Peter, a Gurkha slashed the ropes that bound the body that was once Pretty Boy
so that it fell motionless, face down, on the muddy floor of the pen. As
another Gurkha opened the gate to allow three sows and their piglets to enter
the pen, Peter climbed down to pour molasses over the body encouraging them to
eat.

The smell of death
and the grunting of the starving pigs were too much. Again, Andrew threw up. Vomiting
continuously, he clung to the top rail until his stomach convulsed into a hard
ball with nothing left to give.

Horrified, he watched
one Gurkha gleefully collecting money from the others.

Noticing Andrew's
querying look, Peter answered his unspoken question. "Don't worry about
them, they'd bet on two flies crawling up a wall. At the moment they are
betting on how long each piece of scum takes to die and how many appeals each
makes, begging for mercy."

With hands over his
ears, his legs trembling, Andrew turned to Peter. "Christ Peter, why are
you so cruel?"

Peter remarked to the
Gurkha guards, "Keep the other prisoners quiet.”

Then, refusing to
answer Andrew's question, Peter grabbed his arm and unceremoniously dragged him
to the truck where he forced Andrew to watch a laptop screen.

Placing earphones on
Andrew's head Peter bent to the keyboard and inserted a DVD.

As Andrew watched,
mesmerized, scream after scream of piteous sobbing, begging for mercy, filled
his head.

"You were told
to stay behind but you insisted on accompanying me.”  Peter's words were cruel
and set in ice. "Now listen, watch and then ask me why. Just dare ask me
why!  What you saw in the shearing shed was a sanitized version of what you are
about to see."

"Tonight you
leave your boyhood behind or forever remain an ineffectual brother to your
sister. Either stand up as a man, or join the boys playing marbles in the
schoolyard. You can't have it both ways."

Again, Peter bent
over the keyboard.

Yet again, the sounds
of piteous screams and begging filled Andrew's ears. "My husband!  Peter
will..."

Pretty Boy answered
Jennifer's distress with insane laughter. "Dingo ordered the death of your
husband and I killed him. Yes, your soon-to-be lover killed your husband."

Andrew watched Pretty
Boy rip the clothes from his sister then release his phallus.

"Oh please, no,
no please don't!  You're tearing me.”  The sounds of Jennifer's terror and the
pitiless chortling of Pretty Boy filled Andrew's ears.

Andrew could not drag
his eyes away from the screen as he watched the video of Jennifer as Pretty Boy
mounted her. Repeatedly he ripped into her body until her mouth, vagina and
anus were bleeding and she had collapsed from the pain.

"For God's sake,
Peter!  Turn the bloody thing off!  I've seen enough."

Peter ignored
Andrew's request. That DVD clip finished and another began.

Naked, Jennifer was
kneeling on a floor and she was tearing at the collar around her neck, trying
to get her breath.

"Kneel and put
your hands on the floor. Offer you body to my little pet!"

The camera swept to
the wife of Dingo, the Katoey, who was holding a huge Bull Mastiff by the
collar.

When Jennifer did as
commanded the pressure of the collar was relaxed and the huge dog advanced,
drool dripping from his fangs at the prospect of mating with this woman.

"Enough!  Peter,
for Christ sake, that's enough.”

Andrew was distraught.
"For God's sake stop. Stop the bloody thing, now. I've seen more than
enough.”  Andrew snapped. "They're worse than animals. I'll kill them for
what they've done. What were they thinking?  That's my sister for Christ's sake.
Take me back now!  No death is painful enough for what they did!"

Pete reached out and
took Andrew by the arm. Kindly he explained, "One more clip and then we
return to our prisoners. Bear with me!”  He was determined to prove that his
vengeance was just.

The third clip
started.

The remaining
prisoners in their uniforms as security guards stood around a terrified
Jennifer, hanging by the wrists from a low beam. Dingo giggled and chortled as
he encouraged the others to strip.

Like a pride of lions
around their recent kill, they ignored Jennifer's piteous wails and her begging
for mercy as they lowered her to the concrete floor.

Then each man raped
her. At first, they took her one at a time but Dingo called a halt when three
remained. He gave an order and the men changed positions, the three guards
approaching Jennifer as a team. The rape that followed was of an entirely
different nature.

As Andrew watched the
screen, he saw one man take his sister in the anus and another in the vagina
until Dingo insisted they make her airtight. A third guard forced his penis so
deeply into her mouth that she seemed to be choking.

"Enough!” 
Andrew begged, slinging his earphones to the floor of the cab. "Jesus,
Peter!  Enough is enough. I'll kill each of them. My poor bloody sister."

Stony-faced, Peter
switched off the display and turned to his brother-in-law.

"For months I've
been through Dingo's collection of DVDs and finances seeking clues and all the
while you and your parents were attacking me for not caring about Jennifer. The
sights, you've seen tonight, are nothing compared with what I've seen and had
to live with for months. How could I share these scenes with your parents?

"I had to keep
all this information to myself yet your demands crushed me. Moreover, your
threats hurt. What was I to do?  I was between a rock and a hard place, but I
was determined to arrive where we are tonight. I've had to go through hundreds
of clips by myself and you've only seen three tiny segments. How the fuck do
you think I feel about all this?  Sure as hell I'm not laughing. The bastards
have taken me back to the horrors and humiliation of my childhood with all its
misery. I believed The Little One had disappeared. Now he's back and frankly, I
don't like the terrible feelings that have returned with him.

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