Chapter 7: A Quandary For Phillip

Scott studied it closely. The diameter of the pole was fifty percent bigger than the diameter of Garths cock.

‘Garths cock was more than twice the diameter of Keto’s bum,’ Danny told him, ‘So he will be experiencing exactly what he has been dishing out to others. Push it in hard, pause, rotate it a half turn and pull it out. Then do it twice more.’

‘Just imagine you are doing it to Clarkson.’ Danny advised him. ‘If he passes out, wait for him to come round before you do the next one.’ They hadn’t long finished talking when Garth came round and started to struggle.

‘Garth, pay attention.’ Danny called out. ‘You are lying in the field where you and your brothers have raped a number of victims. Next to you is the open grave where the body of Keto Umboto has just been recovered from.’

‘Your cock was more than twice the size of Keto’s bum and would have caused him excruciating pain. You did that to at least six other victims too.’ He showed him the pole. ‘This is twice the size of your bum. You will first experience the suffering your victims felt.’

‘Then you will be buried alive in Keto’s grave.’ Garth did some more struggling and muffled curses could be heard. Danny handed Scott the pole. Seeing he looked nervous, he asked, ‘Would you like me to hold it with you for the first push in?’

Scott nodded, so they took hold of it together. ‘On three, we push in hard.’ Danny told him as he guided the pointed end of the pole to the opening of Garths bum. As he felt it touch, Garth was struggling and shouting but it was muffled by the gag.

‘One, two, three, push.’ Danny said. As he and Scott pushed hard, they felt the resistance then saw it disappear rapidly up inside Garth. Even through the gag they could hear his scream of pain. Danny let go and told Scott to rotate it and pull it out.

As he did, there were fresh screams from Garth. As it came out there was blood on the sandpaper. ‘He will now be stinging inside like Keto and all his other victims did.’ Danny told him.

Scott remembered the feeling and shivered. Garth was still screaming with the pain so was clearly still conscious. ‘Do it again.’ Danny instructed. As Scott thrust it in, Garth passed out and went quiet. Scott looked at Danny for instructions.

‘Rotate it and pull it out.’ he instructed. This time there was even more blood on it and some blood could be seen trickling out of Garths bum. It was ten minutes before Garth came round and started screaming again.

‘Go ahead,’ Danny said. Scott thrust it in Garths bum once more. With another scream Garth passed out. Scott rotated it and pulled it out. ‘Ok, put it in the black bag over there,’ Danny told him. Blood was now coming out of Garths bum in a steady stream.

Danny gave Scott a new knock out syringe. ‘Kneel by his arm,’ Danny instructed. ‘If I shout ‘Go,’ inject like you did earlier.’ When Scott was in position, Danny undid Garths legs. Once he was lying flat, he tied his ankles and knees together.

Next, he reattached one of the ropes from the car. Moving to Garths side, Danny took out a canula, felt in Garths groin for a pulse, then inserted the needle. Once he was sure he was in the main femoral artery, he pulled the hypodermic and needle out.

That left behind a plastic tube, the canula, into Garths artery. Blood was coming out in a jet, so Danny turned off the tiny tap on its end. He attached a foot long piece of plastic tube to the canula and fastened it to Garths leg with sticky tape. Garth was still unconscious.

Danny waved over to Andy, who headed back from the gate. By the time Andy reached them, Danny had undone the rope from the car and from Garths feet. He fastened it around his knees. He tied the middle of another rope to the rope around Garths wrists.

Scott took hold of one end of the rope from Garths wrists. Andy went to the other side of the grave with the other half of the rope. Danny held the one from his knees. On Dannys command, Andy and Scott pulled together and lifted Garth off the ground and out over the grave.

Danny did the same with his legs. Then they lowered him down until he was lying flat on the bottom of the grave. The ropes were just dropped in on top of his legs. They each picked up a shovel and started shovelling soil into the grave.

They covered his chest from his chin down to his cock. Then from halfway down his thighs to his feet. Once Danny judged they had about eighteen inches of soil over most of him, he told them to stop. They had to sit and wait for twenty minutes until Garth came round.

He started screaming again. When he came to a stop, Danny jumped down into the grave, his feet each side. Kneeling down close, he told him, ‘You are now in the grave you dug for Keto. We are going to leave you here now.’

‘You can think about all the suffering you have caused to so many people. We’ll be back in an hour to bury you alive. No one knows you are here, and no one will ever find you.’ Danny moved down towards his feet.

Before standing up and climbing out, he turned the tap on the canula on full. All three of them stood and watched the blood pouring out and soaking into the ground. As they walked over to the gate, Garths screams faded, muffled by his gag and being down in the grave.

When they reached the gate, it was quarter past twelve. Danny rang the digger hire firm. He had booked the digger for the day but asked for it not to be delivered until he rang. Andy had brought a flask of coffee and some sandwiches.

They sat on the grass in the field to the side of the gate and had their picnic. When they had finished, Scott was left to open the gate and wait for the digger to be delivered. Andy and Danny went back to the grave.

Looking down they could see that the blood had stopped flowing from the canula. Garth would have died without realising it, whilst waiting terrified expecting to be buried. Danny climbed down and checked. Confirming Garth was dead, he put a piece of black plastic over his face.

Danny had done that not being sure how Scott or Andy might feel about dropping soil onto someone’s face, even a dead face. After climbing out, Danny and Andy shovelled a bit more soil in to cover the canula area and Garths head, so he was soon completely out of sight.

As Danny started taking the wind breaks down and rolling them up, the digger arrived. Scott drove it over to them, then handed it over to Andy. He used the dozer blade at the front to push the heaps of excavated soil into the hole in great quantities.

The hole was filled up in no time. Scott then took over for a bit. He just drove the digger back and fore over where the hole had been, to press it down. After half an hour of doing that, the soil they had filled it with had been squashed down three to four inches below the level of the field.

Andy took over once more and moved the remaining soil over the hole, so that its filling was two inches above the field level. As Danny rang the hire firm, Andy told them that the ground would settle level with the field over the next few months.’

They drove the digger and both cars over to the side of the gate and all sat in Andys car. ‘Are you ok?’ Danny asked Scott. ‘Yes, thanks.’ Scott said, ‘He got what he deserved, he won’t hurt anyone else ever again and I got rid of a lot of anger shoving that pole up his bum.’

Eventually the digger was collected. They drove out and closed the gate, then Scott left with Andy in his car. Danny drove to the safe house and put the black bin bag which had the pole, the gloves and the wellies he had bought for the three of them, into the wheely bin by the front gate.

The shovels he put in the garage for future use.

KETOS RETURN

A few days later the DNA had confirmed that the body was Keto’s beyond any shadow of doubt. Inspector Gately was detailed to go and break the news to his parents.

After commiserating with them, he explained that they had had a tip off from a reliable source as to where Keto had been buried. ‘I’m afraid that I can’t tell you where that was,’ he apologised, ‘Because there are further investigations going on.’