Chapter 27 The End is Nigh
A/N Most of this chapter is spoken in Spanish. To make it easy and readable assume everything in italics is being spoken in Spanish. Thank you!
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****Violence warning in this chapter. For all those blood thirsty people that can't wait to see what Ranger will do read on…. If you are squeamish stop at the ******* and pick it up for an overview in the next chapter.
Saturday May 22 22:20
Most of the men that had come in the front of the house, already lined the hallway on either side of the door I had identified as Sergio's bedroom. We all crowded around the door certain that whomever was on the other side of it was armed. I signaled silence to all of my men, leaned my assault rifle against the door jam and crouched down in front of the door as I pulled out an unregistered .40 glock. I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open a hair's width so the doorknob was no longer engaged. There was no sound from the other side of the door as I slowly began to creak it open.
Then without warning there was gunfire blowing holes straight through the door, where my chest would have been if I had been standing. I flung the door open as I fired on two men that were waiting there with machine guns. Killing them both instantly and easily, I came to my feet and charged Sergio, knocking the gun he had in his hands to the floor and watching as he crawled backward onto his bed, grabbing the girl that was there and pulling her in front of him for protection. In that same second the room was flooded with heavily armed men.
I stepped forward, holstering my gun and carefully pried her out of his grasp. She was crying and begging for us not to hurt her. I just took her carefully in my arms and hushed her for a moment wanting her to calm down so I could tell if it had been shadows or actual bruises across her swollen face. After a moment I told her it was all going to be okay, that we were good men come to take her away to safety. She looked up at me and I gasped inside. On paper it may have said she was fifteen, but she was a slight little thing, dressed up in woman's lingerie and looked to be barely ten.
I couldn't help it, I pulled my gun and fired without thought at his crotch making a hole through his pajamas, where his dick would have been if he'd had one. He gasped and backed up but didn't bleed or grab himself letting me know either he was really really small or his dick had crawled up inside him. Being proudly well endowed, as Stephanie liked to remind me, I certainly would have felt that shot if fired upon me. There is nowhere for my dick to hide to prevent injury from a shot like that.
"What is your name?" I asked her, lifting her face to look at mine and trying to soften my expression and pretend I was talking to Julie. Trying to hold in the anger at the fresh bruises I saw there.
"Camilia"
"Camilia how old are you?"
"Eleven"She whispered crying again. Fucking bastardo had changed her paperwork so it would seem like she was older than she was.
"Camilia, we are good men. He is a bad man. We are going to take you somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from here and he will never hurt you again. Do you understand?" She nodded at me. "Go get some traveling clothes. Some jeans and a t-shirt." I specified.
She shook her head at me. "No traveling clothes. Only night clothes." So not only did he have her locked away where she couldn't escape he didn't even give her decent clothes to wear. I walked her over to the dresser.
"Which ones are yours?" She pointed at the top two drawers. Upon opening them there were all kinds of negligées and lingerie but nothing that covered more than the fuchsia, skin tight, crotchless teddy she had on.
"What do you wear during the day?" She went to her closet and pulled out a knee length pink cloth nightgown and robe.
"Do you have any shoes?" I asked her. She pointed to several pairs of slippers and there was one pair of sandals. I grabbed the nightgown, robe and sandals, a real bra and panty set even though she didn't look like she had boobs yet and shoved them into her arms. I took her over to the bathroom and told her to get dressed.
Muerte was standing right there waiting. "Give her to Afable, have him take her to the kitchen to see if she needs something to eat then to the vehicles. Don't let her see what's on the second floor and turn on the radio so she doesn't hear what is going on in the house. Tell him it's going to be several hours."
"Done"
Several of my men were making many threats to Sergio. He was only five foot eight inches tall, had started going grey since I'd last seen him and had a definite paunch around the middle. Minutes later Camilia came out, was picked up and carried away.
My men were chomping at the bit. All of us were strong men who protected the weak and all of them wanted to pay this man back for abusing that little girl. As soon as she was down the stairs I announced, "Thirty minutes. take turns, tenderize him, but don't kill him." and I walked out the door, too disgusted at such a horrible human being. Of course he could threaten beating and raping Julie, he did it in his daily life and thought nothing of it. I would have liked to get my hands on him, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted him to suffer and right now I needed to regain my control before I handled him.
I found Hector and together we searched the bottom floor and specifically his office. There we found his monogramed brown briefcase and black leather messenger bag with his laptop. I picked the lock on the briefcase and found two phones, lots of paperwork and as I was hoping two checkbooks.
"Hector do you have the folder I gave you?" He disappeared back outside and returned carrying two bags and holding a folder.
"Si" He handed me the folder that Tank had brought from Bones, it was thicker since I had added to it.
I took out several sheets of paper. The first was a list of the new personal and business accounts Bones had opened for me. The second was a concise list of all his personal accounts, the accounts for all seven companies he was CEO of and the accounts for the eleven businesses under those. Next were the sheets of the other hundreds of accounts going to his hundred plus businesses, organized by the banks that held them.
As I checked the numbers against the list of accounts I had; one was for his cargo shipping business, the second was for his main private account. I sat down at his desk and studied both checkbooks and other handwritten notes in his briefcase. Then I wrote out two checks, copying his handwriting, and emptying both accounts.
"Transfer everything from his personal accounts to this personal account for me." I pointed to the first in a list of names and accounts with passwords written just for him. "Split everything from his business accounts. I want at least twenty five million in this business account and the rest in the second business account." I handed Hector the first list of Sergio's business accounts he had created for me. "If you happen to get through that, work on this third list. The last list is if you happen to get to it tonight, but you can work on it throughout the weekend and even into Monday. If you need help feel free to send some of it to Bones. Bring his laptop upstairs, there is a small vanity and stool at the bottom of the bed. You can set up there and plug everything in. I want him to see you taking all of his money."
Hector grinned wickedly at me. "Yes boss, I will take my pleasure taking him for everything."
"And Hector, thank you for coming. I was going to have you do it all from Haywood but this is much better, doing it in front of him."
"Yes, I will enjoy watching him bleed and when they are done I will add my knife too." I nodded to him and went on my next quest.
On the bottom floor I found Snark, and together we went looking for Negro. We found him upstairs enjoying the entertainment in the bedroom. I pulled them both out in the hallway where they had dragged the bodies of the dead guards I had killed. I had two more lists, the two checks and many forms in the folder for Sergio to sign.
"I have a list of things I need from him. You determine the best order to do them in. First, I have two checks for him to sign. Second," I opened the folder, "I have twelve forms, where he is resigning and selling me his businesses, stocks and all interests for one dollar and naming me CEO. These need to stay in pristine condition. Well, at least no blood or bodily fluids on them. These are transfer of ownership papers that will have to be filed in court. Third, I need the codes to get into his phones. Here are two phones, I think he has a third in his bedroom."
"Forth," I handed Snark another sheet of paper. "I need the contact names and numbers for each of these cartels listed on the top of this sheet that he deals with. Fifth, I need the numbers to contact the bottom half of this list of names. They may just be in his phone under their name or business, these should be the easiest. He does millions of dollars a year in business with them, he should be on a first name basis. Last," I held up the final sheet of paper. "I need the names and numbers for the managers for each of these businesses. Start with these top three. I need those the most. These other eleven I have the names of the CEOs, verify that those are the correct names and go through his phone and get numbers for them. I need office numbers not cell numbers. They maybe under business names listed in his phones." I handed him the entire folder.
"Actually while you are getting the codes to unlock the phones get the name and number of the man in the US he hired to take out my family. The one who keeps hiring men to kidnap my women. If you didn't know, the men are playing with Sergio for thirty minutes of which they have," I paused to look at my watch, "twelve minutes left. Then it is your turn. While you are working Hector is going to set up in front of him and drain all his accounts. You can point it out to him and let him watch. The checks are for fun, they aren't important, Hector is going to drain him dry. You can have him sign in blood if you want. Snark you are the lead but Negro is a great torturer, use him to tag team. And please gentlemen, enjoy your work. I will be in and out but I don't want to be a distraction to him."
I left them to get set up and went back downstairs. Twelve minutes later I walked back up the stairs to muffled thuds, grunts and groans. I walked in to find Sergio on the floor. Basher and Star hoisted him up and Bullet continued tenderizing his mid-section.
"Set him on the bed." I ordered and noted with satisfaction that Snark and Negro were both there, with a bag of equipment looking ready to go. Hector had snuck in and was busy setting up all his electronics.
Sergio sat bent over on his bed holding his midsection and listing to the right as he moaned to himself. My men had worked him over well. His face was a battered mess with blood running from an obviously broken nose and from a cut on his cheek. His lips were split, bruised and swollen. He had bruises forming on his exposed arms and probably all over his midsection.
"Great job boys! Good warm up. There will be a lot more torture and trauma later I can use your help with. You are also welcome to watch this next part." I opened my Smart Recorder voice recording program and hit record; I wanted to get him telling me that he is going to kill my women and me no matter what, without the video that would show him beat up.
"Sergio, this is fun right?" I smiled at him. "This is the exact kind of fun you imagined when you put hits out on all the women in my family."
"Fuck you." He glared at me.
"Exactly what did you think was going to happen when you did that? Was I just supposed to sit around and let your men kidnap and torture my mother, my daughter, every woman in my family and then me?" He didn't give any answer. "Did you think I was just going to lay down and take it?" He still didn't answer.
"I want to have an actual conversation with you. No fists, just words, can you do that?" He looked at me and nodded.
"What will you give me to go away now that I have taken all this trouble to come see you personally?"
"Nothing"
"Will you call off the hits on the women in my family?"
"No"
"Are you going to stop trying to send men to kill me?"
He just glared at me resolutely. "I'll take that glare as a no."
"Come on Sergio you're not giving me many reasons to spare your life and the lives of your family. I think that's a fair trade. Kill your family to save mine. Since I didn't actually start or want any of this."
"Fuck you, you can't kill my family."
"Why not? You put hits out on all the women in my family. Are you willing to remove those hits? Will you call the guy right now on the phone and call the whole thing off?"
He just glared at me. "Again I will take that 'go die' look as a No."
"I'm trying to negotiate for my life and the lives of my women. They are priceless to me. I would spend ten times what I'm worth and go into debt for the rest of my life to save theirs. I would go into debt one hundred times what I'm worth to save my own. How much debt are you willing to go into to save your life and the lives of your children?"
"Go to hell." Sergio said.
"So your life and the lives of your family are not worth that much to you. How much are you willing to pay me to go away? What is your life and the lives of your children worth? You're worth billions. I would take three billion, eight hundred million dollars. That's billion with a B. I would gladly pack up my men right now and go home."
"Fuck you, I'm not giving you all my money." Sergio spat at me.
"What would it take? You're a rich man, worth billions. One of your shipping companies and your emerald mine?"
"Hell no, I'm not giving you shit."
"What about a discounted deal. Ten percent of what you are worth. I would take three hundred eighty million dollars and you remove the death threats from my family and me and you promise to leave us alone forever."
He spit blood on my boot. "Nothing, I'm giving you nothing. If you kill me your life and the lives of all your women will be forfeited. You do anything to me and this will never end for you."
"So you have cost me millions of dollars, you want my life and the lives of all the women in my family and you want me to just leave you alone and let you kill us? What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"You got in my way. You are a bug and I'm going to squash you and all your little buggy relatives. Now I am adding all the men in your family too." I'm really starting to think he has a few too many screws loose.
"So that's your great offer to me. You want me to leave you alone for free and lay down and let you kill me and all my relatives. For something I did as a soldier? For following orders that I would have been court marshalled for not following? You know if you had a problem with the American President and his orders you're out of luck, he's no longer in office."
"My problem is you! You're such a smart ass. You and your men showed up and took the land away. You killed one of my best men. It's all your fault, it cost me over twenty five million dollars to buy up the land after that!" He was yelling at me spittle flying off his lips.
"That was years ago. You got the land, you got the mine, you've made millions why are you coming after me now?"
"Boris"
"The Boris you sent after me? The one in the States trying to kill my women?" I was trying to get some answers that made sense.
"Boris Gonzalez."
"What about Boris Gonzalez?"
"We got drinking one night and he gave me twenty five million dollars to take you down. He showed me proof that you were after me and I knew I had to take you out. So I took his money and he insisted I had to torment you, make you bleed money, make you lose the things that are most important to you and then kill you."
"That's why all the video recordings for proof."
"Yes I have to have proof to show him."
"What's his number I'll have a talk with him for you, get you out of that deal."
"No there is no end. This is my life or yours and you have to die."
"Sergio how about less than half a percent of what you are worth? Fifteen million dollars. Your businesses make more than that a month. Fifteen million dollars and I take my men and go away."
"No there's nothing you can do! Your life and the lives of all your women! You have to die! No matter what so do they! No matter what you do this will never end for you!" He was screaming at me before he launched himself at me but I easily stepped back and knocked him to the ground. It was obvious that even with all my heavily armed men in the room he still thinks somehow he is too important for us to kill and that I'm just going to let him go.
I wanted to pull my gun out and blow a hole in his diseased brain. Obviously, his elevator was no longer going all the way to the top. The deck of cards he was playing with was missing a lot more than just the jokers and aces. He was no longer able to match the dots in the domino game of his life. He had seriously lost his marbles and they were scattered all over the floor.
But I didn't feel sorry for him. If he wasn't such a money hungry, narcissistic, self-important, disturbing pedophile he would remember not to fuck with people's lives and make stupid deals. But he sees himself as so far above everyone else, that we are his bugs to step on, that it didn't matter to him. It was just a game to him. He thought he could do it and get away with it. I turned my phone recorder off and went over to Snark and Negro and spoke to them in English.
"He seems to no longer be in his right mind. He's got more than just a few screws loose. You may be able to just lie to him and tell him those forms are something he needs to sign so we leave him alone. I'm not sure, I've never interrogated someone that was losing their mental faculties. Crazy, yes, all day long, but his red balloon is floating so high he's up in the atmosphere. Reality and him are no longer friends. If either of you want to back out now let me know."
"No Ranger, this only makes it more interesting. We'll get your forms signed and then we will get the rest out of him too. Maybe with less torture and more bending his beliefs." Snark said.
"Okay, one more thing to add to your list and this comes right after the information on that first page, after the cartels and business partners; I need to know everything about this Boris Gonzalez. Do your best." I told them and went over to Hector.
"All set up. Once I crack his computer any bank passwords he has saved will be really easy." Hector said as he stroked his laptop and the super-secret code breaking, password exposing, PIN identifying, mother's maiden name unearthing, first pet discovering, street you lived on recognizing mini-computer that now sat between the laptops.
The single most important piece of electronics in his arsenal, he programmed it himself to hack into anything electronic from a security pad, to an ATM, to a super computer and reveal its secrets. Like rubbing a puppy's stomach and getting him to roll over, this little device tricks and soothes until whatever electronic device it is tickling happily rolls over and exposes everything.
"Keep me informed." With Sergio gone nuts and me being a trigger I felt it was even more important for me to be out of the room. I went downstairs to pace and wait. It was now 01:15. I could only give them an hour and we had to move this party along. I walked past the many dead bodies to the peaceful calm of the flowing river. I stood staring at the quickly flowing waters of the Rio Apure glistening in the moonlight and I thought about that video and Stephanie being in it. Muktar's untimely death for saving her, this bastardo getting hold of Julie. Her being bought at age ten and being regularly raped and beaten by a man old enough to be her grandfather.
There was no question he was going to die and all his family too. I was still going to take everything, destroy everything, kill everyone, but now I couldn't deny the grain of sadness that crept through my mind. A small bit of the satisfaction I wanted to feel wouldn't be there because mentally his feet were no longer touching the ground, not just because he was a stupid vindictive asshole. Eventually, I heard regular screaming and I knew they were making progress.
At 02:15 I went back upstairs. Hangman was in the hallway and I asked if he brought his tools. He just disappeared down the hall and I knew he would return with a bag. I walked into the bedroom and surveyed the situation.
*****************Violence Warning******************
****************Sergio gets Rangerfied***************
*******Skip to the next chapter if you are squeamish*******
Sergio was sitting up naked, back to his headboard arms spread wide tied to each corner. His fingers bleeding, bruised and smashed. Cuts, bruises and burns up and down both arms. Torture devices nicely lined up along the bottom of the bed, some of them bloody, others waiting to be used. He currently had a long thin very sharp knife shoved in one cheek, through his tongue and out the other cheek trying to talk while blood pooled and pored out of his mouth and down his cut and burned chest and abdomen on top of his blooming bruises.
Negro put a modified electric stun gun to his chest and pulled the trigger, the volts high enough to send sparks and pain all through out his body but not enough amps to cause him to black out. As his face twitched all the holes in his cheeks and tongue grew bigger. If they were shredding him like this they had gotten as much useful information out of him as they were going to get. Negro pulled out the knife and shocked him again.
I walked over to Snark and he handed me the folder. I opened it to find all the papers and checks signed. On one check he wrote 'with my love' and on the other he wrote 'I'm sorry'. The cartel information was clear and there was a 4th cartel listed with contact information. All his business contacts were filled in. On the second page he had the same man listed for most of the eleven businesses but Snark made notes on the page that many of these businesses were listed in one of the three phones that were lined across the bed with the tools.
At the bottom were the phone numbers for each phone and the specific uses for each. One was only for contacting the cartels. One was used for his illegal cocaine and uranium businesses. The last held all his personal and legitimate business contacts. On the back page was a brief bio on Boris Gonzalez. He was a 54 years old, multi-millionaire worth much less than Sergio. Married with several mostly grown children. His address and phone number were listed. Underneath it was written Santiago Martinez. "The Saint" and a phone number.
I had heard of "The Saint". He was a killer for hire that sent you to meet your maker for the right price. If he was the one after the women, they would have already been dead if not for the kidnap, torture and rape scenario Sergio or Boris or whomever had determined should come first. I took the paperwork and his phones and stored them safely in my bag.
"When you are done tie him to the bed like the woman in the video."
I pulled out my phone, hit record and thought I would try again.
I got in his face. "Sergio, Sergio." It took a minute before his eyes focused on mine.
"What would you pay me now to end all this?"
He didn't answer me.
"What would it take for you to call the hits off all my women and me?"
Again no response.
"How much would it cost me for you to leave me and my family alone?"
"One hundred million dollars." He slurred at me.
"For what?" I was stunned.
"One hundred million dollars a year for the rest of your life and I'll remove the hits and leave you and your women alone." Blood pooled out of his mouth and ran down his chest. His shredded tongue barely forming some of the words. But his lips quirked up in a small smile at the thought of getting all that money out of me. He may be crazy but his greed facility was still in good working order. I clicked off my phone.
"No deal." I told him to his widening eyes. He acted surprised like in this situation he had any room to bargain.
"Sergio, remember the movie? The movie they sent you of my woman. The one they tied down and beat and raped and stabbed?" I could see recognition forming in his eyes.
"Your woman?" he slurred blood continuing to run out of his mouth as he spoke.
"Yes, my woman."
He smiled a wider smile at me. "Got her good." He said.
"Yes you did and now it's your turn. We are going to do everything to you that you had done to her. Does that sound fair?" He nodded at me still smiling before thinking it through and shaking his head.
"But we are going to add a few things." Hangman had been back with his bag and already plugged in the heater that would quickly heat up to a red hot iron. Then he handed me large cutters. They were thick steel cutters like large fingernail cutters, with long padded handles that scissored up and down, opening and closing the two inch wide super sharp edges. I pressed them against the heater and after a few moments they were starting to glow red. Then I turned around to face Sergio, still tied to the headboard of the bed.
"Hold his legs open." I ordered and Snark and Jack-Knife each grabbed an ankle and spread his legs wide. I walked forward and waved the red hot device in his face making him think I was coming towards it, quickly I angled down, as he screamed, lopped off his dick and unintentionally one ball. I quickly lopped off the other ball. The cutters were so red hot they cauterized as they cut so he didn't bleed much. He was screaming bloody murder and the smell of burnt flesh and hair filled the air. I'd had enough of his screaming. I walked back over to the wall and pressed the cutters against the red hot iron until they were glowing again.
I nodded to Hangman. "His tongue." He pulled out two tools. One that pried mouths open and tongs to catch and pull out the tongue. He followed me over to the bed and, leaning over Sergio, started trying to catch his screaming tongue. On his third try he caught it and pulled it so hard Sergio's whole head was drug forward. I waisted no time and lopped it off, only getting two-thirds across my first try and snipping again to get the rest. The burning smell of blood mixed into the already acrid air.
Now blood was really pooling down his mouth and I held out my hand and asked for duct tape. I quickly tore off a long piece, scooped up his withering dick and balls, shoved them in his mouth and duct taped it closed, quickly adding two more pieces. This was a good thing because he was now much quieter, trying not to choke to death on his own blood.
"Sergio I'm giving you the chance to suck on your own dick and balls." I told him as he shook his face side to side trying to dislodge the tape on his mouth and his privates floating inside.
"Tie him face down. Legs off the bed." As Hangman, Snark and Negro worked to follow my orders I turned and offered, "Ten thousand dollar bonus for any man who fucks him!"
Considering I was paying them half a million already, ten thousand wasn't that much but it might motivate somebody and sure enough they were lining up. Hangman was first dropping his pants, unceremoniously ramming a thick dick into Sergio and began pounding away. Just like in the video, several more men began stroking themselves.
I walked over to Hector to see how he was doing.
"Gangbusters boss. Like taking cake from a baby. Once I cracked his computer all his codes were on there, and the bitch is stupid. All the similar accounts at each bank have the same exact passwords. They must change them all every month and keep them the same so he can remember them. Like here." He pointed at one list with his finger. "All of them Cristal05. I have sent most of this list to Bones. He has faster and safer internet than I have here or on the plane. Sergio may be rich but his internet is very slow. That's what's taking so long."
"How much have you transferred so far?" He just handed me the sheet not wanting to read a bunch of financial totals out loud. In the personal account he transferred three figures. I roughly counted 3.7 billion, give or take a few million. In the first business account he had transferred right around twenty five and a half million. In the second account, I pulled out my phone to calculate the long list of numbers. There was over eight hundred million dollars so far and counting. I wasn't doing this for the money and I knew to keep my family safe I was going to have to pay a lot of this money to his business partners. But I was going to keep enough that if the women in my life had to run for the rest of their lives I would get them all new identities and relocate the entire family somewhere safe.
It is almost impossible to create a hit that lasts forever, someone has to be there to put out the hit, manage the money either as cash or in a bank account, verify the kill and then pay the money out. Unless you hire and pay a league of assassins who are just going to keep sending people until the hit is complete. That obviously wasn't the case here as The Saint is hiring whomever he can find. The random group of mercenaries before. The gang members in California. It's the man behind the hiring that could have been paid to make sure the job gets done, in which case it would stop when he is stopped and for that we would set a trap. Between this Boris person and The Saint I now knew whom to target.
Dago was busy pumping away inside Sergio now, as he thrashed back and forth trying to dislodge the offending intruder and Dago hung on enjoying the ride slamming into him as hard and as fast as he could. When he was done Ice came up right behind him and added to his fun by stabbing two short knives, one into each side, right below his ribcage and hanging on to them rather than his flesh. When he was finished Jack-knife stepped up and complained about all the blood on his sides and Ice said to hang onto his hips.
A puddle of semen was forming on the floor and I tapped Hector on his shoulder and pointed to the mess.
"Oh yes boss, I have the finishing touch when the men are through."
I started a running list of the men who were taking care of Sergio for me and as the total entered thirteen at 10,000 a pop it was going to cost me more than I was expecting but for this I was happy to pay.
"Your turn Ranger?" Negro asked as he pumped wildly.
"No, my dick is broken."
"Broken? The great Ranger can't get it up?"
"No it's pussy whipped."
"Women the only thing that turns you on, all you have to do is use that imagination. One hot hole is like another."
"No it's more particular than that. It only gets up for one woman. But once she's around it's a continual hard-on. All night long, no matter how many times we do it."
"Sure and how many times can you do it?" He smirked.
"On average six times a night but eight with her is my highest."
"What's your all time highest?"
"In one night?"
"In one twenty four hour period?"
"I used fifteen condoms one night. And that was more like ten hours."
I was laughing to myself knowing every man in the room was straining to hear what my answer was and knowing none of them could beat me. I felt somewhat obligated to explain why I wasn't fucking the guy who had so fully fucked with my women and my life. Beyond this was men's talk that you didn't do while you were fucking women because the women think you are talking to them and if you're not, you're just being rude. But I could talk to him while he was mindlessly pounding away and it was some how relaxing. Weird.
I looked at my watch again and it had been over an hour. Man some of these guys fuck so fast it's a wonder any woman is satisfied with them.
"Hector we're almost ready for clean-up here." I told him.
Hector logged off all the computers and smiled at me. "One minute" and he was out the door. Three minutes later I heard him pounding back up the stairs with enthusiasm.
He arrived in the room with a bag and a bottle of bleach. He pulled out a three foot long round tube and waited for Lover Boy to get done.
"Damn getting the feeling that this has to be a rush job." Lover Boy said as he slammed his way to a speedy finish. When he pulled out Hector immediately started shoving the thick tubing up Sergio's ass. Many inches later he stopped feeding it in. Then he handed the bottle of bleach to me and topped the tubing with a funnel. I opened the bottle of bleach and poured it in, Sergio reacting immediately bucking and making squealing noises out of his nose. I poured until the tube was full. Hector took out the funnel and applied a blue rubber ball with an opening onto the end of the tube and began squeezing it. It slowly was pumping air into the tube forcing all the bleach in the tube up into his intestines while he writhed in pain.
When all the liquid was in him Hector pulled out a massive black cock. It was about a foot and a half long and so massive it put Stephanie's Herbert Horsecock to shame. Seriously it had to be about ten inches in diameter or bigger than four inches across. I had no knowledge of asses and stuffing things into them so I asked, "Is it going to fit?"
Hector gave a wicked grin and said, "Not easily, you will need much force and good timing." He handed the massive cock my way. "As soon as the tube is out stuff it in."
I waited as he slowly pulled the tube out and I couldn't believe how much was up there. Then he said, "Now" and pulled the rest of the tubing out and I put the tip to his ass and began pressing in but there was a lot of resistance and it only went in like two inches.
"Twist" Hector directed and I got behind this thing with my arms and my legs and really started pushing and twisting and it was slowing stretching his hole ginormous as I crammed this thing up there and god I could feel his body stretching beyond pain with every inch that it entered and it felt good. I was encouraged by the straining moan and thrashing Sergio was doing trying to crawl up the bed and get away from the pain as it must feel like I was splitting him in half.
About halfway in he started flopping around like a fish then coming up onto his toes and trying mightily to push it out. Starr and Frizz were close and I asked each man to grab a leg and pull him back down. I took a step back and a wicked grin came across my face before I put my foot against the end of the dildo and pressed hard against the enormous black plastic cock. Sergio moaned out and wrenched around in pain as it slowly sank in. I stepped in closer and did it again having to press harder and having it only sink in a little ways. When I pressed against it a third time I only met with resistance. Hector put a hand on my arm.
"That's as far as it will go." He told me and pointed to Sergio's back where his spine and hip bones were sticking out, stretched to capacity. "Time for the whip." He finished as he poured the rest of the bottle of bleach out on the walnut stained hardwood floor, washing away the large pile of semen that had accumulated there.
I nodded the barest of movements and returned to my bag. This stock whip had three tails of unfinished rawhide that was exceptionally rough. It had never been made to crack, only made for the whipping of men on ships many years ago. The lack of dried blood on its ends made me think it had never before been used for its intended purpose but tonight was going to make up for all that.
I stood at the foot of the bed, Sergio being tied sideways across the bed one arm tied to the far top, one to the far bottom corner and his legs down off the side resting on the floor.
"Sergio" I called his name.
"Sergio" I called again. Then I just lifted his sweat soaked hair and turned his face towards the foot of the bed. I brought the whip down across his outstretched arms and he jumped. I did it again and he turned to look at his arms, I did it a third time and I could tell he was focusing in on the pain.
"Sergio we are going to continue replaying the video in real life for you but since all of our belts are holding up our guns; I brought a real life whip to use on you. We will start giving every man twenty strokes and there are twenty five of us so that is five hundred strokes. We'll see if you can live through that."
I stood back and took my first swing, relishing in his muffled screams and whip marks. Knowing every moment also brought more pain from the monster dildo lodged inside him. I swung again and deep red slashes formed across his back. On the sixth swing I cut through skin and blood appeared. By the fifteenth swing blood was starting to ooze on his back. I got to twenty but couldn't stop. All the pain, fear and anger at all he had put me through, put Stephanie through, put my family through drove me on.
The video that had etched itself on my heart thinking it was Stephanie. The prostitute that was tortured and killed. Mucktar's sacrifice. All of the men he sent that I and my men have had to kill. My arm kept swinging and swinging until finally it started to burn from the repetitive motion and somewhere over a hundred, I stopped. His back was ripped to shreds, blood running down his sides. Starting now it all began to resolve, my heart began to feel lighter, and I could let the pain go. I took a deep breath and held up the whip.
"I went a little overboard. So that everyone gets some, start with fifteen strokes each, pass it around." Tank was by my side removing the offending object and turning to take aim. I stood there watching. Still laughing at the giant dick shoved up his ass. That was the best surprise of the day. It was now 03:25 by 04:30 we had to be leaving.
I walked out to the vehicles that had all been brought inside the gate now and found Camilia and Afable were playing cards in the front seat of an old baby blue Cadillac that was from the 70's but looked like a beat up relative of Big Blue. I got in the backseat and leaned forward to see what they were playing.
"What are we playing?" I asked loudly over the loud radio.
"Toruro"
I had never played it but knew it was a three card game like poker, played with a forty card deck rather than the US 52 card deck. It explained the unused pile of cards sitting on the dash.
"How is she doing?" I asked in English.
"Doing well. Why don't you ask her?"
"Camilia," I turned to the young girl. "How are you doing?"
"Good, this is fun. I used to play this with my Papi. But Alfi is better at loosing. He's lost a lot of games."
"Camilia we are going to be leaving here soon. Do you want to go to a new country? Where you will have a new family and go to a new school? Or is there some place else you'd rather go?
"Where is my Mami and Papi? I thought you would take me home."
"Camilia your parents sold you to a very bad man. Are you sure that they will want you back?"
"Yes Mami didn't want to, she was crying and begging him not to take me. The men pulled guns on Papi to make him let go and took me by force. They didn't want to sell me."
My first instinct was to bring her back to the US and make her new papers. Give her a new life and an education. But maybe her parents are missing her and want her back. She probably has siblings and a whole extended family that would celebrate her return.
I got lost in the mindless peace of them playing cards and thought about what was next. I had planned to leave this house and his tortured body as a notice to my enemies but now I was thinking better of it. Best to blow it up and burn it down, get audio and video of it all and send that to my enemies.
"Keep having fun, we leave soon." I told them as I got back out of the car.
I turned my phone camera on and took stills and video of all the dead bodies in the front and backyard. Then I went back upstairs and videoed Sergio's mutilated body still getting whipped. His back down his legs to his knees and his arms, shoulders to hands were a raw bloody mess and Hairy was happily working on his calves and feet. I videoed it and took still shots of him, getting close ups of the large prosthetic stuck up his ass.
"How many of you still need a turn?" I asked the assembled group in the bedroom.
Several of them raised their hands. I looked at my watch again, we had time.
"I need video and pictures of this night's events. Can everyone send me what they have?"
"I've got it all on video." Rascal said. Showing a palm sized video camera in his hand.
"Excellent. I've decided we will make our own documentary of the night and blow this house with everyone in it to smithereens. Who has any kind of explosives?"
"I have another RPG." Basher said.
"I have some C-4. Star said.
"I have a bag full of stuff." Grenade said.
"I have a couple of hellfires." Bomber said.
"Ok, hate to break up a good time but I need every man not waiting for his turn, downstairs to carry all the bodies into the living room and pile all explosives by the front door so we can go through them and decide what we will use. Except you Rascal. Keep making that video." I told the men. Most of them went quietly out to do what was asked, but I heard a little grumbling about missing the grand finale.
It was taking each man less than a minute to dole out the fifteen strokes even when they took a moment to aim every stroke. I went down stairs with them and helped to pile up the bodies. When we were through most of the men followed me back upstairs. I asked who still needed a turn with the whip and Hector who was whipping away said he was the last one.
When he was done I motioned for Rascal to zoom in on Sergio's face. I pulled my little unregistered ankle gun from its holster and cut his left hand loose. I put the gun in his hand and wrapped his fingers around it. I lifted up his head and unceremoniously ripped the duct tape from his mouth watching his balls and shrunken dick fall out with a mouthful of blood onto the bedspread.
I shoved the gun into his mouth and whispered that I was going to torture him until he killed himself. He just sat there gun in his mouth waiting to see what was going to happen next. I went back over to Hangman's discarded bag and took the cutters out again. I sang 'this little piggy went to market' as I cut each toe off his left foot. He kept moving his foot back and forth screaming, the gun falling in front of his mouth laying limply against the bed. I pinned his calf down with my foot and finished the song.
I grabbed the duct tape and taped the gun into his mouth. Then I dug around in Hangman's bag and found a nail gun with four-inch nails in it. I reminded Sergio that all he had to do was pull the trigger for relief and nailed each of his feet to the floor. I drove three more nails into each foot and then one into each calf. I skipped his thighs and drove several into each ass cheek while he flailed around. Then I bent low and shoving it up between his legs, where his dick used to be. I fired a nail into him and BLAM! He pulled the trigger.
Brain matter sprayed up the bed to the wall, red and white chunks accumulated across the gold paisley spread. I took the knife from the sheath strapped to my side and stuck it into his back. I took pictures of it and had Rascal get video of both sides. I motioned for Rascal to wrap it up, wiped off all of Hangman's equipment, and put them back in his bag.
I quickly unwrapped the gun, carefully removing it without disturbing his bloody prints and put it into one of the pillow cases, not wanting to handle it more than necessary. Then, as an afterthought, added his tongue. balls and dick.
There were quite a few bags along the wall, where we had all dumped our stuff after capturing Sergio. I grabbed my bag, adding the pillowcase, grabbed Hangman's bag and motioned to the guys to pick up the rest. I stopped in the hall to get my LSAT that was still leaning by the doorframe and carried it down the stairs with me. I lined the bags and gun up by the front door and started going through the pile of explosives laid out on the floor.
I signaled Tank and he followed me up the stairs. We could do this so Sergio just disappeared, no body to be found, and that would serve my purposes. Tank helped me pull his feet up from the floor, some of the nails pulling through his feet leaving holes rather than giving up their perch. We pulled the body fully up onto the bed and wrapped his body in the blanket. I hoisted him onto my shoulder and carried him down and added him to the top of the pile like a cherry to finish my masterpiece.
I instructed Grenade to set the C-4 blocks up in each corner of the house on a fifteen minute timers and carefully laid the Hellfires in two strips down the pile of bodies. I instructed Basher to RPG the house once we were all loaded up and getting ready to drive away. We didn't have timers for the Hellfires and they can only be started with a special hot flame like a magnesium sparkler. I expected the explosion of the RPG would light them.
I pulled out an aerial view of the local airport, with the longitude and latitude on it. I got Bomber and Skeleton together and asked if they could take his car to the airport. Park it in his hanger there and fly his plane back to the main hanger in Colombia where Sergio kept all his planes. Meeting up with the rest of us there. It would leave in question where he was exactly since his body would never be found.
"Load up" I ordered to everyone and they grabbed their equipment and guns and headed out the door. Basher chose to sit in the back of the pickup truck Jack-knife had used to ram the blown-up gate, RPG poised proudly on his shoulder ready to take out the house. I chose to sit in the passenger seat of our beat up, 1995 red Ford Bronco letting Tank drive back to the airport. Forty five minutes later we parked the car in an apartment complex parking lot. Tank locked it up and we started jogging back to the plane. Twenty minutes later everyone was arriving back at the plane and getting loaded up. At 05:45 we were leaving for good.
The pilots had taken to sleeping in the first class leather seats while we were gone, which was good, it meant they would be fresher for the next short leg of our trip.
To be continued….
A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! Hope you enjoyed Ranger's revenge. He definitely did. Please read and review.
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