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I heard ribs on the other side crack when my second blow landed and the man screamed in agony.

“You get off on torturing young girls? You force yourself on them even when they are begging you to leave them alone. I’m guessing you’re proud of what you can do with your prick. Let’s see how it likes to be abused.”

Using every ounce of force I could muster; I gripped the pipe in both hands and thrust it upward from the floor until it met resistance between his legs. The skin of his balls burst; his dick ruptured, and blood flowed as he screamed and writhed. He attempted to lift his legs to gain some relief but I pulled the gun from my waistband and shot out his kneecaps, effectively ending any chance of him using his legs. The screaming continued from both him and the doctor until Waigi decided he’d heard enough and added another gag to the pair.

“I suggest you double gag the other arse hole before we start.”

Waigi followed my instructions. I stayed standing in front of Mindare but addressed Tchokai.

“I’m guessing you both had a steel hard cock when you had those little girls at your mercy. It’s only fair you experience what they did as you stuffed them with your pricks.” I turned to my men. “Asagowi, Mala.”

Both men had been with me long enough to know what was required when we had rapists in our midst. They each secured the man’s legs so he was unable to move. As I slowly walked around his side, the prick’s eyes widened. He knew what was on my mind. His head shook violently, and through the gag he attempted to plead with me. His begging fell on deaf ears.

When I reached the back of him, I ran my hands over his arse and dragged the pipe up and down his crease. He was shaking out of control. After a few caresses, I indicated to Daly who joined me, pushed the man forward and spread his cheeks wide.

“What a dark and revolting arsehole, you really do need a new one.”

With one hard thrust, I rammed the fifteen inch pipe into his arsehole until it almost disappeared. The screams, even around the gags were deafening. Pulling the pipe out, noting with satisfaction the blood and flesh on the implement, I rammed it in hard again. Over and over I thrust it inside, tearing his hole until it was an opening with the diameter of a tennis ball. Blood and other tissue spewed forth.

“He’s passed out,” Mala informed.

“Wake him. Get rid of his dick and balls and flog him until he’s unconscious but make sure he’s still alive when you throw him in the furnace. I’ve played with him long enough.”

I moved back to where the doctor hung, bloodied, ripped open, and barely conscious.

“Get rid of her,” I instructed the men.

Like Mindare, she would be cut down and thrown into the furnace while still alive. Now for Tchokai who I wanted to suffer the most.

When I stood before him, fear showed at the back of his eyes but it wasn’t terror. By the time I finished with him, terror was what I would see.

“Wire him.”

Connor and Jake wheeled a generator over that had several yards of wire attached. I stood back while they wrapped the wires the full length of both arms and legs, around his limp dick, up his body and around his neck.

“I hope you enjoy a good barbeque but I have a few things I want you to experience before you become part of the menu.”

Ah, now the fear was becoming stronger. I started by pummelling his ribs and then treated him to the pipe smashing between his legs until his dick oozed blood.

I studied his face. The fear was intensifying.

I held the pipe in front of him but he was distracted when the other two were dragged past. I let him watch as the men opened the door to the furnace, tossed them inside, and closed the door. The ear-piercing, terror-filled screams from the pair didn’t last long, but if we’d had windows installed in the building, they would have probably cracked.

There it was…now we had terror.

I drew his attention to the pipe. “You saw what I did with this?”

He shook his head violently. “No, please...No.”

I threw the pipe to the ground and he showed visible signs of relief. It was somewhat of a shame it wouldn’t last. A shame for him that was.

Jake wheeled the generator closer and handed me another metal pipe. This one had a wooden handle and was thicker and longer than the one I’d used on Mindare. A cable attached it to the generator. My brother flipped a switch and the device began to glow as it heated.

And…the terror was back.

The words were muffled but I understood. “Please don’t.”

Hmm, so begging wasn’t beneath him after all. It really wasn’t surprising that a man filled with fear would beg for his life. Not that I was listening.