Without You I Have Nothing

by J A Scooter

  On her knees and staring silently into the fire, Jennifer waited patiently for the old man to speak again. Then slowly she became aware of the warmth of a presence beside her and looked up. Shocked, yet overjoyed, she staggered to her feet as she recognized Peter in his Major's uniform flanked by Gurkhas standing beside him.

  Screaming, "Peter!” She flung herself into his arms.

  Pretty Boy tore his arms loose from his guards then gurgled through his broken jaw, "You're so brave with your toy soldiers. Are you brave enough to face me without their assistance?"

  Peter barked an order and the guards fell back against the wall dragging Dingo with them.

  Andrew shivered as he heard Peter's words to the family. "Everyone stay still. This fool is mine.” Horrified by the vehemence of the words the family remained silent.

  Gently Peter passed Jennifer to the RSM.

  Believing that Peter would be no match for his street brawling tactics Pretty Boy, lunged. Peter didn’t seem to move. In fact, all he did was laugh as he seized Pretty Boy's fist. With a quick wrench, he bent the wrist back with one hand, then chopped at the wrist with the other.

  A shriek of pain met the sound of the sudden smack and Pretty Boy, unbelieving, looked down at his right hand dangling uselessly from the end of his arm. Peter had smashed his wrist.

  Saying nothing Peter reached for Pretty Boy's left arm and repeated the treatment.

  Pretty Boy was ashen and his eyes were rolling in torment but Peter still had more punishment for this criminal who had used Jennifer so cruelly.

  In agony, Pretty Boy sank to the floor.

  Not content with the damage he had inflicted Peter delivered a second series of chops. He crushed both ankles and Pretty Boy passed out from the pain.

  Loud whimpers from Elizabeth showed her horror at the apparent cruelty.

  Eric enfolded her in his arms. "This sadistic bastard was the main cause of Jennifer's horrendous problems. Nothing is cruel when dealing with him,” he quietly reminded her.

  Unaware of the night's forthcoming events Andrew could only wish that he was handing out the punishment. His anger at seeing Jennifer's tormentors at such close quarters was almost too much to bear.

  Still being constrained by the RSM, Jennifer struggled to assist Peter to destroy this man who had ruled her life in the past weeks.

  At a nod from Peter, one of the guards threw a bucket of cold water over Pretty Boy who lay staring into the hatred in Peter's eyes. "Not so brave now eh, stupid? I thought you wanted to fight me. On the other hand, is inflicting pain on women more your style? No matter!” Peter taunted Pretty Boy as he stood over him.

  "What did I say to you the night you drugged Jennifer at the party then danced with her at the edge of the pool? I threw you in the pool and warned you that anyone who touched Jennifer was a dead man. I told you what would happen and you didn't listen. Well, tonight I hope you and your friends are ready to enjoy your sojourn in hell."

  A loud gasp from Jennifer at these revelations reminded Peter that she was unaware of all the events of that evening in Hunters Hill.

  Peter grunted an order. The RSM returned Jennifer to Peter's arms before assuming command of the proceedings. "Dingo and Pretty Boy, you are both guilty by virtue of the crimes committed by your underlings. We have hours of DVDs, which prove your guilt. Have you anything to say?"

  Pretty Boy could only groan in agony and arrogantly Dingo spat, "Who are you to say I'm guilty?"

  "Take them away. We've heard enough!” The RSM had lost his patience.

  Ignoring the moans of Pretty Boy the Gurkhas under the command of the RSM dragged the two prisoners from the room. The last to leave was Dingo whose foul diatribe died away when he felt a naked blade touch his throat and heard a hoarse whisper of "Silence.”

  Holding Jennifer tightly against him Peter turned to her family. "I don't believe any of you should witness the rest of the night unless you have a strong stomach for slaughter. I consider your place is with Jennifer and with my dear friend here. I'll return in an hour or so, and I'm ensuring the court’s wishes are carried out."

  Carefully he transferred his special love to the arm of her father, lightly kissing her and promising to return quickly. "Perhaps when I return to the house tonight The Little One will rest in peace forever."

  "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 Pret
ty 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.

  "The woman in those clips is my dearly loved wife. Those animals had her in their power and they didn't care what they did to her. Well, tonight they pay for their sins and a horrific payment I'm going to exact.” Peter's eyes flashed with a deep-seated anger, yet at the same time, he was sad that these monsters had resurrected his demon, The Little One.

  "Tonight the 'Angel of Death' is collecting each of our prisoners,” he said. "If you've no stomach for what’s coming, you're welcome to join your parents and Jennifer.

  "Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's is tonight's theme and for this exercise I'm Caesar. ‘Vengeance is Mine sayeth The Lord’ and for what is to happen, I'm His Handmaiden. All our prisoners will be dwelling in Hell tonight and I'll be back to hold my Jennifer within the hour."

  Wheeling around, Peter stormed away from the truck.

  He was surprised when Andrew ran after him and grabbed his arm. Hauling Peter around to face him, he spoke what was on his mind.

  "Well, my brother, tonight there are two Caesars. This Caesar demands the death penalty. I’ve no compunction, no Christian charity no turning of the other cheek, nothing but the utmost desire to wreak my vengeance on them. No method of killing them could ever be payment for what they've done."

  Inside the pigsty, Dingo was furious at his imprisonment and abandoned for so long, but the other prisoners were more realistic, moaning and begging forgiveness.