He stepped closer to me, looking me up and down. I shifted unconsciously, waiting for him touch me. I knew it was coming. These petty criminals are all the same. Suddenly, a broad grin split his face that confused me.
"With a handshake, of course!" he said, taking my hand shaking it, and patting my shoulder hard before he walked to the door. "Now then, to establish your story." I didn't know what to say. I must have looked silly watching him walk down the stairs. I heard the guards come back up with him. I had no idea what he had in mind.
The three of them walked over to me. "Jabar, you have something to tell me?" the warlord asked, lighting a cigarette and turning to face him. He grinned with the butt clamped between his teeth. The man looked confused and shook his head. The other guard, the thickly muscled one, was confused as well.
"This is no reporter. This is a KGB spy. She told me that her agency saw YOU talking to Machete Mog." The man's eyes went wide and he started rapidly speaking in Swahili. I didn't know what was about to happen, but the other one's jaw tightened, and he brought the AK47 around from his back and cradled it across his body. Whoever this "Machete Mog" guy was certainly wasn't well liked in this room. He pointed to me and kept rattling off in his native tongue.
Khalfani gestured, and the big one slammed the rifle butt across the back of the guard's head, sending him to his knees. The warlord spoke slowly, darkly. I didn't understand what he was saying, but the man was resigning himself to his fate. My heart was beating so fast I could barely contain the scream as I saw the warlord unsnap his pistol holster and bring a huge automatic handgun out.
If I was supposed to be KGB, I couldn't look away. He raised the gun, and fired three times into the floor, stunning everyone. Then, he pulled the man's head back and pressed the still smoking barrel against his cheek. The hiss of burning flesh followed by a grunt of pain. He was marked for life as a traitor. No one would take him in, which was as good as a death sentence. The muscular guard hauled him to his feet. He glared at me, and yelled something as he was dragged to the stairs.
I watched as Khalfani walked calmly toward me, holstering the pistol. He pushed me against the desk, and I spread my legs so he could step between them. The guard glanced back over his shoulder and grinned while I leaned backwards as he forced the other man out and closed the door. "There. Now you are undercover." he said.
"Um..thank you. I..." I got out before he leaned over me, forcing me to lay down on a desk made entirely of AK 47s. I held my breath as I looked up at him. I knew he wasn't going to stop, and after what I'd just seen I didn't dare try to stop him. He leaned back, and reached under my skirt. I felt him hook my panties and start to slide them down my thighs. I bit my lip and turned my head, looking at the still smoking cigarette laying in the spent mortar round ashtray. As he pulled them up to my knees and then all the way off, he stopped, pressed my legs forward, and looked at my exposed sex as if he were buying a slab of meat at a butcher.
"Nice." he said, unzipping himself as he let my legs come to rest on one of his shoulders. I held my breath as I felt it. I couldn't see it, but if the rumors were true... It slid along my shaven lips, the massive cockhead gently nudging into my embarrassingly soaked hole. I felt it the head spread my tight ring, and then pop inside of me.
Gunfire made him jump, and he speared forward in surprise. My eyes went wide as his full 9 inches hammered into me all at once. My mouth fell open as he tore it out just as quickly and whirled, dropped to a knee, and leveled the gun at the door. The guard opened the door, a fresh bullet wound on his left shoulder. "Boss, he had a revolver. Shot me and took off." The guard looked at me, legs splayed open with my gaping, dripping, pussy slowing closing. I closed my legs and sat up, pulling my black skirt down and back into place.
Khalfani looked back at me. "Anya. I have to take care of this." he said. "Go find out more about Machete Mog." Then he winked. He didn't even put his still erect, wet cock up as he grabbed an M 16 and followed the guard. I stood up shakily, and realized he'd taken my panties. I sighed, and made my way back to the road. |