“Come, come,” he said excitedly. “Join me on the platform and we will watch the slaves display themselves for a possible buyer.”
He looked at me and chuckled, “Don’t puff yourself up too much, W. This is just a rehearsal for my big sale tomorrow. Tomorrow I will have a hundred or more bidders here on the platform and by the end of the day my supply of slaves will be almost gone. But in a way, tonight is still a special performance just for you.”
He smiled broadly at me and I tried to smile back at him as I followed him up the steps to the platform. His throne was at least a foot higher than anything else on the platform, so as I sat next to him, I was barely able to look over the arm rests. That did have the advantage that he couldn’t see my right hand as I slowly poured a bit of the terrible wine onto the floor beneath his throne before raising it to my mouth and pretending to drink. The guards standing behind us were much more interested in what was going on around us… or in front of us, so I safely repeated that several times until the glass was about half-empty.
The general raised his hand and moved it in a small circle several times as if signaling for an engine to start. Almost immediately, a heavy beat of drums filled the air and naked slaves began walking out into the large open area from behind one of the buildings on the edge of the compound. There were six columns of slaves. Each column was led by a rather muscular, naked man standing between the traces of small drag sledges. Their muscles tensed as they pushed against the front bar that went across the traces. On each of the sledges was a small stack of concrete blocks.
“Drudge slaves,” the General said with a smile. “… good ones.” He paused and his voice changed slightly, “They don’t bring in much money,” he continued, “but the sight of them keeps the local men in line.”
Behind the drudges were several rows of naked women. Most of them were native Africans, but there were also several Asian-looking women and two or three whites. Their bodies were all heavily oiled and they were walking in a very stylized way. Their hands were held open and palm down as they brought their arms up in a waving motion, almost like a snake, until they were straight out from their shoulders. Then the wave was repeated as the hand came back down to waist level while the other arm snaked its way up.
They were walking– or perhaps slowly prancing would be a better description– totally on tip toe as if wearing very high heels, but they were totally naked. The overall result looked very much like some very sensuous dance. Perhaps it was a courtship or fertility dance of some sort in the local culture. Or, more likely, it was just the general’s way of making the women look more appealing to the buyers. I wondered how long it took Amin’s men to train them to walk like that… and then to do it synchronized to a drum beat and each other.
The prancing slaves stopped in front of the General’s throne. They turned and faced him. Then, in perfect synchronization, they ran their hands up and down their bodies while doing very exaggerated pelvic thrusts. With each pelvic thrust, they would do a little jump-hop that moved their feet further and further apart. After a few minutes, their feet were wide apart and their cunts were gaping widely as they thrust themselves forward. It took a great deal of skill and strength to remain on their feet as they leaned back, still thrusting, until they were looking up at the sky.
The beat of the drums changed slightly and they quickly stood up, brought their feet together, and turned to face away from the General. They then bent slightly to push their asses out and treated him to a twerking dance that was again synchronized to the beating drum. After a few moments of this, they dropped to their hands with their asses raised high in the air. They twerked in time to the drum while rotating their asses in circles in the air. After several beats, they began doing exaggerated reverse pelvic thrusts. With their asses held so high in the air while they twerked, both their cunts and their rosebuds were winking at me.
“What do you think?” the General asked almost excitedly.
“They are impressive,” I said, and he replied, “The best is yet to come.” Then he added, “Drink up. Drink up.”
Whenever anyone is urging me to drink up, I become suspicious of the drink. Maybe I should say more suspicious of the drink. Anyone who knows me knows that I am very careful about what I accept to eat or drink from potential adversaries… or even friends.
I put the drink to my mouth and pretended to sip the bitter wine. If the drums hadn’t gone into a frenzy I might have actually had to drink some of that godawful stuff. Instead the Divine Amin turned to watch the naked dancers as they bounced up and down in a frantic native step of some sort. They kept up that intense dance as they moved slowly out of the open field and once again behind some of the buildings of the compound.
While they were leaving, I carefully poured almost all of the drink onto the ground beneath the General’s throne. I didn’t totally empty the glass because I didn’t want it refilled. As long as there was a little bit in there I could pretend to sip at it. If it was empty, I would have to start all over.
After the naked dancers had left, a single column of strong-looking men carrying five cages walked into the open area in front of the platform. The cages were supported on long poles with four men carrying each cage. The men were not naked, but instead were wearing leopard skin loincloths. It may or may not have been appropriate native attire, but it looked very much to me like something out of a grade B jungle movie.
Adding to the movie-like appearance of everything, huge banks of lights came on as the cages processed past us. The five people in the cages stared up at the platform. Since the sun had not quite yet set, they could probably see us. Once the sun set, the lights above and behind us would blind them and we would be nothing more than shadows and silhouettes.
“The bearers are not for sale,” the General said brightly. Then he smiled and added, “… unless the offering price is high enough.” So much for loyalty to your troops.
The cages were narrow enough that the women had to stand upright. I did not recognize the first two women, but the third was Mistress Nora and the fourth was Tatiana. As Tat passed in front of us, she gave me– or perhaps the General– a look of extreme hatred. I watched her head turn as she passed and she was definitely glaring at me or someone directly behind me.
Standing in the fifth cage was Little D. She was standing holding on to the front bars of the cage with her face pressed out between the bars. She must have been drugged because, unlike the other four women, she didn’t look angry or afraid. If anything she looked aroused.
As her cage passed in front of the General, a look of recognition suddenly appeared on her face. Her naked body reddened slightly and she looked down as if in shame. Whatever drug they had given her, she was still able to recognize me.