this was not some elaborate trap that had been set for him. It seemed
too fortuitous, too heaven-sent to be really true. He searched every
inch of the bank in both directions for hidden gunmen before he smiled
his cold little smile.
"Of course they are alone. Mek would never let one of his men see Tessay
naked like this." His smile grew broader as he recognized the full
extent of his luck. "He must have gone crazy. Did he not realize that I
would follow him? Did he think he was far enough ahead to be able to
indulge tu himself like this? Is there anything in this world as pid and
as shortsighted as a standing prick?" Boris was gloating delightedly
now.
uple had stripped off their clothes and left them The coin a pile on the
beach of grey basalt gravel in the shade of AL
the tall boulder. They were splashing together in the slack water of the
river at the edge of the main current. Both Of them were stark
mother-naked. Mek Nimmur was broadshouldered, with a heavily muscled
back and hard, tight buttocks. Beside him Tessay was slim as a river
reed, her waist tiny and her hips narrow. Her skin was the colour of
wild honey. They were completely absorbed in each other, without eyes or
ears for anything else in this world.
"He must have left men guarding his back trail." Boris gave Mek the
benefit of some sense. "He never expected me to be ahead of him on the
trail. He thinks they are completely secure. Look at the fool," he
gloated, as Mek chased the girl and she let herself be caught. They fell
into the shallow water locked in each other's embrace, mouths seeking
each other as they surfaced again, laughing as the water streamed down
their darkly beautiful faces, the epitome of handsome masculinity and
lovely womanhood, the image of an African Adam and Eve captured for a
moment in their own little carefree paradise.
Boris tore his eyes from them, and looked to where their clothing had
been abandoned on the gravel bar.
Mek's AK rifle lay carelessly on top of his camouflage jacket, within a
few paces of where Boris stood. He crossed the open gravel bar with a
few quick strides, picked up the AK, unclipped the curved magazine and
dropped it into his pocket, ejected the round from the chamber and let
it fly away into the gravel, replaced the unloaded rifle on the jacket,
and rapidly returned to the tee of the boulder. Both Mek and Tessay
remained utterly oblivious to what had happened.
Boris stood there quietly in the shadow of the rock, watching them at
play in the river. They were almost childlike in their love and their
complete preoccupation with each other.
Tessay at last broke from Mek's embrace and left the water. She came up
the gravel bar, running long-legged and coltish, her wet silken breasts
swinging and jostling each other at each stride as she looked back at
him over her shoulder in open invitation. Mek followed her out, the
water glistening in the dense curls of his barrel chest, his genitals
weighty and puissant.
He caught her before she could reach her clothing and she struggled
playfully for a while in his arms, until his mouth clamped down over
hers. Then she gave herself up to him completely. While he kissed her
his hands ran down her back and over her wet glistening buttocks.
Pressing herself against him she moved her feet apart and spread her
thighs, inviting him to explore the secrets of her body. She groaned
with desire as his hand cupped her sex gently.
Boris felt his anger mingle with the perverse voyeuristic thrill of
watching his own wife being taken by another man. A devil's brew of
emotions bubbled up inside him.
He felt his loins engorging and stiffening almost painfully with
excitement, but at the same time his rage shook him like the branch of a
tree in a gale of wind.
The lovers sank down on to their knees. Still locked together, Tessay
fell backwards and pulled him over on top of herself.
Boris called out loudly, "By God, Mek Nimmur, you will never know how
ridiculous you look with your bare backside in the air like that."
Mek reacted as swiftly as a leopard surprised on his kill. With a blur
of movement he flipped over and reached for the AK-47. Although Boris
was ready for him, covering him with the 30/06, aiming at the back of
his neck when he shouted to him, Mek was so quick that he had swept up
the AK from where it lay and had it pointed at Boris's belly before he
could move. Mek pressed the trigger in the same instant as the muzzle
came to bear.
The firing-pin fell on the empty chamber with a futile click, and the
two men stared at each other across the gravel beach, both with their
weapons levelled. Tessay was curled naked where Mek had left her, her
dark eyes liquid with pain and horror as she watched her husband and
realized that Mek was about to die.
Boris chuckled softly, throatily. "Where do you want it, Mek? How about
I shoot the head off that filthy black tool of yours, while it is still
standing up in the air like that?"
Mek Nimmur's eyes darted away from his adversary's face, back towards
the mountain, and Boris realized that his guess had been correct. Mek
had some of his men up there, but they were keeping out of view of the
beach while their commander indulged himself.
"Don't worry about them. You will both be dead long before your chimps
can get down here to save you." Boris chuckled again. "I am enjoying
this. You and I had an appointment once before, but you broke it. Never
mind this is going to be even more fun." He knew that it was not wise to
delay with a man like this. Mek had made one mistake, and it was highly
unlikely that he would make another. He should blow his head off now,
and that would give him a few minutes more to deal with Tessay. But the
temptation to gloat over him was too strong.
"I have good news for you, Mek. You will live a few seconds longer. I am
going to kill the whore first, and I am going to let you watch. I hope
you enjoy it as much as I am going to." He sidled away from the shelter
of the boulder, edging towards where Tessay lay curled on the gravel
beach. She was turned half away from him, trying to cover her breasts
and her pubic area with hands too small and delicate for the job. Even
as he approached the woman, Boris was watching Mek with his full
attention. Mek was the danger, and he never took his eyes off him. It
was a mistake. He had underestimated the woman.
While pretending to turn away from him modestly, Tessay had reached down
between her thighs and found a round, water-worn stone that fitted
neatly into her small fist. Suddenly she uncoiled her lithe body and
used all the strength of it to hurl the stone at his head. Boris caught
the movement from the corner of his eye and flung up his arm to shield
his head.
The stone, flying with surprising force at close range, never struck its
target. Instead it caught the point of Boris's upraised elbow. His
sleeves were rolled up high around his biceps, and there was no padding
to cushion the impact of the stone; his arm was bent and flexed, the
thin covering of skin drawn tightly over the bone of the joint. The head