The Turk had just cut through the leather around Justine’s wrists when they heard heavy boots walking up the concrete path outside. They both quickly put their backs against the wall, Justine keeping her arms behind her. Two soldiers dragged a dark haired white woman into the room with them. She was limp in their arms.
Lenny walked in behind the soldiers. “Hiya, Turk,” he said. “Look who dropped in. Your old friend Nora.”
The Turk guessed that Lenny had sent Nora the landing signal. When she landed, she had been seized. It looked like she had been worked over.
Lenny had the soldiers drop Nora on the table that dominated the room, the same table on which both Cheryl and Denise had been freed from their black boxes. The men quickly began to strip the semi-conscious girl, ripping and tearing her clothes from her. The soldiers smiled and laughed as her pale white breasts were revealed and her dark thatched cunt. Nora was stirring awake now and, at Lenny’s urgings, she was stood up next to the table and her wrists affixed to rings at the corners. Her legs were then spread and tied to the legs of the table. The soldiers laughed, pinching her tits and slapping her behind. Then, there was gunfire in the distance. The soldiers’ heads snapped to alertness and they ran from the room. That left the snarling, traitorous Lenny.
“You know that I will kill you Lenny,” the Turk told him calmly.
“Oh, I doubt it Turk, my boy. You see, as soon as this Stoner guy gets back, he’s gonna arrange a little party for you.”
“No, Lenny. I’ll be holding the party, don’t you worry,” the Turk responded calmly.
“You don’t look like you’re calling the shots now Turk,” Lenny retorted. “Before they send you off, I’m going to ask them to let me fuck your little girl friends right in front of you.”
Lenny turned to the stirring Nora. “And now I’m going to fuck this dyke in the ass,” he said menacingly. “She’ll be serving the troops in the barracks before nightfall and I want to get my piece of her now before she’s all sloppy.”
Lenny opened his pants and let them fall to the floor. His cock was rampant with lust. He slapped Nora on the buttocks.
“Hey, Nora,” he taunted her, “when’s the last time you were fucked in the ass?”
The black haired naked woman was alert now. She pulled at her bindings frustratingly. “Fuck you, Lenny!” she yelled.
“No, Nora,” he returned, “fuck you!”
Lenny spit on his dick and began to press it into the puckered entrance to Nora’s bowels. She squirmed and twisted, but could not free herself to fight him off. She grunted with pain as his cock split the ring of flesh. She gripped her hands tightly and gritted her teeth, not wanting to show Lenny any sign of weakness.
It was good that she was taking up all of Lenny’s attention, because Justine was busily trying to undo the Turk’s hands. Lenny moaned with pleasure as he finally sank to the hilt into Nora’s recesses. He closed his eyes and started pumping wildly into her. Nora groaned and struggled to no avail.
Justine finally was able to loosen the thongs around the Turk’s wrists. He freed his hands and frantically attempted to free his legs. Just as he reached down, Lenny looked over. His eyes widened with shock to see the Turk’s hands free. He pulled his cock from Nora and stepped back. The Turk, seeing his only chance, pushed himself to his feet and leaped at Lenny. Lenny tried to jump back, but tripped on his pants, which were still around his ankles.
Turk landed atop Lenny. Lenny screamed for help. Turk grabbed him around the throat, cutting off his cry. He butted him in the face with his forehead. Lenny groaned and went limp. As Turk was pressing the life out of him with his bare hands, Lenny’s legs began to shiver and dance. They kicked wildly twice and then lay still. A moment later, Lenny’s throat rattled and he died.
* * *
Stoner and a few of his men had barely made it back to the helicopter. All hell had broken loose just when he thought that he had a small band of rebels trapped. Two dozen rebels had died gallantly, serving as bait to draw Stoner in. Then two hundred attacked. Stoner had no wish to die for his little piece of Africa. It was time to call it quits. He had maybe a hundred million dollars in Swiss accounts, money that he had siphoned off every aid project that had come to Katango, plus the profits from his various enterprises. He could live off of that. He would find a small island country he could buy into. Somewhere that would allow him to continue his nefarious hobbies.
Stoner had been about twenty yards from the helicopter when his advance troops had been overrun. He dashed for the copter and jumped aboard along with four or five of his more astute men. He ordered the pilot to take off. He could see the frantic faces of his abandoned troops looking skywards as the helicopter rose and removed itself from the zone of danger.
He had not been able to contact Kurim for about twenty minutes and now he knew why. While in flight he tried to reach several of the other outposts by radio. No luck. His empire was going to Hell in a hand basket.
When the copter landed back at the mansion, he ordered the pilot to gas up. It wouldn’t do to run out of fuel in the middle of his escape. The copter was his ticket out. He hopped off and dashed inside. He needed the Swiss passbooks, the bearer bonds and some cash.
Jeremiah had brought Denise back up to Stoner’s bedroom and tied her to the post opposite Cheryl’s. He taunted the sisters with the discovery of the Turk’s plot. Being gagged, they didn’t have much to say about it, but their forlorn faces told the tale.
He was surprised when Stoner burst into the bedroom. He had obeyed his lord’s request and brought the valise containing the financial documents that Stoner needed. It was the first thing that Stoner asked for.
“Where’s the fucking briefcase?” he snarled.
“Here, Master Stoner,” Jeremiah answered, pointing to the valise in the corner of the room. Jeremiah was perplexed. Surely the master had beaten the rebels back. Or had he?
Stoner saw the look of wonder on Jeremiah’s face. “It’s all over,” he yelled at him. “Get me a can of kerosene and get whatever you need. The helicopter is taking off in ten minutes.”
Jeremiah understood at once. If he were caught by the rebels, they would roast him on a fire. He took off for his chambers. He had a suitcase too.
* * *
Right at that moment, the Turk would have given his right arm for a weapon. He could hear sustained small arms fire not more than a half mile away. He needed to get to the mansion, but he could see desperate soldiers fleeing every which way, shooting randomly. And he had two naked women to think of.
Nora and Justine crouched behind the Turk as he peered out the door of the concrete hut. Nora’s ass was sore, but she was otherwise none the worse for wear. Justine was ecstatic that delivery seemed to be at hand. Turk poked his head back in.
“We’ve got about 50 yards to cross before we get to the Mansion. We’ll have to run fast. Don’t stop for anything. I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s a very dangerous place right now.”
He turned to Justine. “Where do you think the girls are?” he asked her.
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “There’s really only two places, either upstairs in the dormitory or in Stoner’s room. That must have been him coming in on the helicopter. I think I saw him running into the house.”
“Right. Let’s hope he runs back out of the house again quick. He’s undoubtedly armed and I’m not.”
Turk took one last look around. There seemed to be a lull in the excitement. “Okay, run!” he said.
* * *
Jeremiah had grabbed a bottle of kerosene from the kitchen. He was also carrying his suitcase full of gold and cash. It was all of the money he had saved from whoring out Stoner’s wives over the years. He knew that someday it would prove providential. All he needed now was a ride out of here. He needed a place on the helicopter. He had an idea why Stoner wanted the kerosene.
Stoner had quickly disrobed and changed into civilian clothes. He reaffixed the . 45 to his belt. There were some mementos and keepsakes he wanted to save, and he was shoving them into a small gym bag when he saw Jeremiah come in with the kerosene and a suitcase. He turned to the women standing bound to the four posters of his bed.
“Well, ladies,” he said. “I guess this is goodbye. It’s been a real pleasure fucking you.” He grabbed Denise’s breast and twisted it. Denise moaned in pain. “Sorry we didn’t really get to know each other,” he said to her caustically. “I bet you’re a great whore.”
He grabbed the bottle of kerosene from his factotum.
“And I have a little surprise for all of you,” he said to the women. He started pouring the combustible liquid over the mattress and sheets. “You’re all going up in flames,” he said almost gleefully. “Consider it a parting gift.” Stoner’s eyes were wide with a furious madness. “Everything must burn,” he said. He poured kerosene around the feet of all the women. They were moaning and crying, frantically pulling at their bonds. To be burned alive! It was the ultimate torture.
When Stoner had finished emptying the kerosene bottle, he turned to Jeremiah. He had seen the suitcase Jeremiah had brought with him and he had a good idea of what was in it.
“Got your treasure with you, Jeremiah?” he asked.
Jeremiah nodded. “Yes, Master Stoner. But we must leave. The rebels….”
“Yes the rebels,” Stoner replied. “But first you and I must settle a little business.” He pulled his . 45 from his holster.
“How much do you think you earned from whoring out my wives, Jeremiah?” he asked.
Jeremiah was shocked. He had no idea that Stoner knew. His palms began to sweat. “I don’t know Master Stoner,” he said nervously.
“Well, since it was my wives all those men were fucking, don’t you think that that money really belongs to me?”
Jeremiah looked at Stoner with hatred. This man was going to steal his life savings. He opened his mouth to curse the white devil.
He never got a chance to say a word. Stoner fired the . 45 right into his chest. It blew him back about ten feet and he crashed to the floor. Stoner smiled. “That fucking black bastard,” he thought. No one stole from him!
He turned to the doomed women. He only wished that he could stay and watch them burn. He put the pistol back in its holster, smiled, and took a book of matches from his pocket. He pulled out a match. The smell of kerosene permeated he room. He stepped back a few feet from the bed.
Just then, the door came crashing open. The Turk stood in the doorway. His chest was heaving from running. He took a quick look around the room. He smelled the kerosene. He saw Stoner standing, poised. He attacked.
Stoner reached for his . 45 once he had gotten over the shock of seeing the doors to his bedroom flung open. He just got it clear of the holster when the Turk came crashing into him. It stumbled from his hand. The two giant men wrestled on the floor. Each knew that he was fighting for his life. Stoner’s big fist struck the Turk on the side of the head and he saw stars. Stoner took advantage of the Turk’s momentary distraction to push him off of his body and crawl towards the gun. The Turk recovered quickly and he grabbed Stoner’s foot and dragged him away from it.
Stoner turned his body and struck out with his other foot. He caught Turk in the groin and the man went down. Stoner tried to rise, but Turk was back on top of him. The men traded blows as they rolled about the room. Nora and Justine looked on stunned. Nora tried to make a break for the gun, but Stoner, having risen and seeing this, crashed his fist into her head, knocking her senseless. The desperate struggles of the behemoths had knocked debris all around the room. The racks of whips fell from the wall and spilled across the floor. Stoner grabbed a small stone statuette from the credenza and smashed it into the Turk’s head.
The Turk fell, stunned. Seeing his foe on the floor Stoner calmly walked over to the . 45 and picked it up. He pointed it at the Turk. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but I’m going to put out your lights.”
Just as he was about to shoot, a lash struck out at his hand. The gun flew to the floor as Stoner screamed out in pain. It was Nora. She had seen the bullwhip on the floor and had seized it just in time to place its biting tip on Stoner’s hand. But Stoner rapidly recovered. Before Nora had time to wield the whip again in the close confines of the bedroom, he rolled to the floor and scooped the weapon back up. He pointed it at Nora. “Lots of new people here today,” he said menacingly.
The Turk had recovered from the blow to his head and had struggled to his feet. He saw Stoner with the pistol aimed at Nora. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the crossed African spears that Stoner had mounted on the wall as decorations. He grabbed one and let out a mighty roar, rushing Stoner like a madman. Stoner turned to meet the challenge, swinging the . 45 into play. He was too late. The Turk pierced the evil man right through the chest. The force of his blow sent Stoner reeling back and the spear pinned him against the wall. His body convulsed twice and he was gone.
Just then a commotion was heard in the hall. Shots were fired. Four gunmen, wielding automatic weapons and dressed in native garb came rushing into the room. They saw the mighty figure of the Turk, bloodied and battered staring back at them. Turk put his hands up. The nervous men approached him, their finger’s poised on the triggers of their weapons. The Turk’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto the floor.