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CHAPTER FIVE
The Divine General Agua Amin
Despite my promise to Tat that I wouldn’t be alone, I was. I was the only one in the beat up old Range Rover as I drove down the dusty narrow road toward New Kakwa, the small area held– and named– by the Divine General Agua Amin and his followers. I had contacted him with the proposal of selling him some specialized sex equipment or perhaps purchasing a new slave from his inventory. It wasn’t a great cover story, but I was known for both. I have sold a lot of specialized sex equipment, and I occasionally purchase slaves, though every slave I have ever purchased was for the purpose of freeing them or getting them to a benevolent Master or Mistress.
Maybe it was because the sun was low and slightly in my eyes, or perhaps it was because I had been driving all day, but I didn’t see the soldiers until they fired several rounds from an automatic weapon into the dirt in front of the Rover. I stopped and kept my hands firmly on the steering wheel even when someone opened the left-hand door and barked out in English, “Are you friend or enemy?”
I lifted my left hand slightly and pointed to the large CBE crest printed on the paper taped to the corner of the windshield. Like the original General, this Amin claimed to be “Conqueror of the British Empire.”
“I have been invited by General Amin,” I said calmly. At least I hoped it sounded calm.
“I will ride with you,” the soldier said as he slid into the passenger seat. He was apparently an officer of some sort because his uniform was cleaner and more embellished than the others. He barked out an order in a language I didn’t understand and the other soldiers melted back into the greenery alongside the road.
The tall foliage soon disappeared and farmland was now on both sides of the road. Every so often there were heavy posts dug into the earth on both sides of the road as if there had once been a gate or something across the road. Each post was at least six feet high and from the top of the posts, two or three human skulls were hung on lengths of fence wire. The skulls looked old and weathered as if they had been there– or somewhere– for a long time.
“Warnings to trespassers and invaders,” the officer said flatly as we drove past.
The next set of posts didn’t have skulls. Instead there were three naked women on each side of the road hanging with their backs to the posts. One of them was calling out for us to help them. “Please help us,” she cried out. “We are being eaten alive by the bugs and snakes.”
As we approached, I could see the officer watching me carefully. The six women didn’t look emaciated and they weren’t really hanging from the chains. Instead they were merely standing around the post with their arms in the air. They couldn’t have been there very long. I rolled the dice in my head and decided that this was a compassion trap. If I slowed down, or stopped to try to help them, it would mean that I did not have the proper hard heart… or at least I didn’t have the hard heart of a slave trader.
My suspicion was confirmed when after we passed the women, the officer said, “You are a tough man, Mister W. The General will be well pleased.”
I hadn’t told him my name, so I had been expected and the compassion trap had definitely been set for me.
I remained silent as we continued down the road. As we approached the enclosed compound there were a series of smaller posts alongside the road with a chainlink fence stretched between them. Against the fence on one side as we neared the gate were a dozen or so naked figures. Most were male, but there were a couple of females among them. All looked as if they had been beaten, or perhaps they were the losers in some sort of battle. Two of the men had collapsed and were hanging from their chains.
“These are invaders or enemies of the people,” the officer said roughly. Had I thought I could do any good, I would have stopped to help these unfortunates. They had obviously been there at least a day or two and didn’t look like they could last much longer. As I drove past, the naked figure closest to the gate lifted his head and stared out at me as if in shock. It was Special Agent Anthony Bricker. Agent Hugo was standing next to him. He didn’t lift his head, but his barrel-shaped body was rather distinctive.
The officer laughed as we went through the gate and said, still laughing, “This is the fate of anyone who rises up against the Divine Amin.” He then directed me to park behind a large raised platform.
As I came to a stop, a rather portly middle-aged black man in an elaborate uniform waddled up to the open window of the Land Rover. “Welcome, W, welcome!” he said enthusiastically as he stuck out his hand. “You are just in time for the celebration.”
I shook his hand and then got out of the Rover. “What are we celebrating?” I asked as I stepped alongside him.
“We are celebrating that my fellow gods have once again protected me from all my enemies,” he said with a big smile. He looked overjoyed as he pointed to the naked figures outside the gate and said, “I will sell these invaders as drudge slaves in some shithole place where no one will ever find them.” He then snickered loudly. It was a real snicker. It has been a long time since I have seen anyone snicker like a playground bully tormenting the younger children.
Someone pushed a glass of something into my hand and I lifted it in salute to the General, “Thus ever to invaders,” I said as I sipped a very small amount of the obnoxious liquid that was evidently supposed to be a wine of some sort.