Shantaya had ridden Agnar until his face turned red and his lips swollen. Particularly in the most violent moments near orgasms she had to hold her belly still sore by delivery. The woman stood up and then demanded the boy to carry her on his shoulders with his face in front of her genitals as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The Icelander face turned red from the effort but he obeyed meekly and instantly all her commands. In one of his favorite activities Shantaya started scratching with her fingernails -as strong as claws- the back of the boy whom she ordered to walk and face a mirror she used to monitor the results of her sadistic impulses. Agnar stood with his back to the mirror so that Shantaya could observe the action in front of the mirror. The young man's white skin was furrowed by the bleeding streaks produced by the nails, which produced a growing degree of excitement to the woman.
Satisfied with the results Shantaya stood in tiptoes on the floor and then placed her mouth on his neck biting it until it also bled and then bit his left shoulder leaving it covered by wounds. The woman felt that the excitement was at its maximum and that she was about to climax, so she ordered Agnar to sit on the cot and lie on his back. Then she sat on his face just in time for a stream of fluids to enter his mouth causing him to choke.
Released from her urgency Shantaya stood up, looked at the boy lying down, his face swollen and wet and told him.
“It's okay. You are accepted. You will work with me. You must not forget anything of what we have done today as this is what satisfies me. You have understood?”
At the nod of the Icelandic the woman turned and headed for the gym door without further comment. In her mind she was drawing conclusions with the cold realism that was common to her because she knew well her emotions. Agnar was able to satisfy her desire to have a man, but he could not fill the void in her soul produced when Federico left her. If the Icelandic did not fill it, no man would do it because the young man was perfect for her tastes.
<I must recover Federico at all costs.> Concluded bitterly.
Arriving at her office Mira looked at her quizzically.
"He's accepted," Shantaya said. "Make him fill the papers to hire him." As she opened the door to his private office she turned and said.
"Ah! Mira. We are going to share him. You can sleep with him. Go to the gym right now because I left him with a huge erection." In her own way Shantaya also took care of his secretary and was interested in her.
Mira smirked. Although she had chosen Agnar having in mind the tastes of her boss she had actually chosen him for herself. Being a maid and mistress of a powerful and ruthless woman gave her some benefits. Shantaya and she had the same tastes but gave their male lovers a different treatment. Also Mira was determined to erase Boris from her life and the young Icelandic was perfectly fit.
As she entered the gym Mira saw Agnar still lying on the cot. His appearance was deplorable and the boy was bleeding from several wounds. Mira looked sideways at the protuberance produced in the sheets by the man's erection and felt a tingle. She took out gauze and alcohol from a medicine chest and said.
“Come here. Mira is going to heal your wounds.”
Narcisse Decoudreau stopped the car in the middle of the dusty road, in fact only a path in the savannah. He unfolded a map on his knees and then pointed to a dot marked on it. He folded the map back, put it in the glove compartment, and said to his men.
"We're near the village now. We'll do the rest of the way on foot." He drove the car under the trees of a grove some fifty paces from the path and the three men stepped down. Narcisse opened the trunk of the car and took out a series of elements of it. Then he gave each of his henchmen a backpack and took another for himself. He then extracted rifles of great power which he also distributed. At that moment, one of the thugs, a middle-aged New Orleans black man who had been with Narcisse since his first run, looked around as he usually did when he was about to take action. Suddenly he jumped and whispered into his boss's ear.
"Narcisse, someone is watching us.”
The boss followed the eye of his associate and saw a hundred paces from the spot a tall, thin native boy who stood staring at them. There was no doubt that he had seen them in their display of arms.
"We cannot leave loose ends, we must eliminate him. Jerome, you go behind him.”
The three assassins ran in different directions surrounding the young man who as he noticed the intentions of the strangers ran with the incomparable speed that natives of Kenya naturally have.
The race lasted for some time after which the three foreigners were exhausted by the effort and Narcisse despaired to see that the distance with their prey increased.
Duma Obonyo walked alone on the deserted plain trying to avoid meeting some villager leading goats or returning from some other task. Inside he was excited by the appointment he had made with Shaaban, Kitwana's distant nephew. The shaman, who had barely concealed homosexual tendencies, had noticed that the two young men also had them and had presented them and protected their relationship, which should nevertheless remain in the shadows because Duma was the son of the head of the village. For that reason both lovers usually met in places far from the village. On that day they had arranged a meeting in a forest that due to the distance was protected from the eyes of eventual passersby.
Duma was anticipating in his mind the joy he would find in Shaaban's body and walked in his pleasant thoughts. Suddenly a distant sound called him to reality. He looked at the sky thinking that it might have been a distant lightning but it was completely clear. Alarmed by the fact he sped in the direction of the source of the noise. His agile legs devoured the distance as dark omens circulated in his mind. He looked up and in the sky saw birds of prey flitting about in a forest that was isolated in the savannah. He redoubled the speed of his career trying to erase any threatening idea from his brain.
Shaaban lay on grassless ground because he was sitting under a large baobab tree. His body had been dragged to that place to hide it from the sight of the eventual passersby but the birds had betrayed its position. Desperate Duma threw himself on his lover's body and found that he was dead. An ominous stain of blood was widening in the middle of his chest.