72. The lust of the monster

Deon and Yolandi are sitting in the morning sun on the veranda looking at the soldier walking impatiently to and fro with his R5 machine gun.

Deon is compelled to whisper because two other soldiers are in the house and could appear at any time and hear what they say. “They are only three, dear, and must take turns to guard us. Only one is on guard at any time. It is now or never! Who knows, maybe we don’t get a chance again.”

Yolandi frowns and urgently whispers: “Just let it be, darling, it’s too big a gamble. I am terrified of what that monster of a man who bullies everyone might do to us. What will he do to us if we fail? All of our workers are completely in his claws. They are licking his ass, so afraid are they of him. They can’t even finish a job quickly enough! Just look how quickly they erected the fence around our yard and those three watchtowers. You never have been able to get them as productive as this and they take turns to keep watch like small, sweet children.”

“Look here ...”

Deon opens his hand slightly and shows her the cab’s keys. Stunned her eyes widen. “No, what have you done? What if they discover the keys are gone? All the keys hang in that restroom used by the guards where they constantly look after it. And how are you going to get through the gate in any case?”

“Let me tell you, it is our chance now! The other two guards had too much to drink last night and they are sleeping like babies. I silently slipped into the room and just took the keys. We must only reach the cab and before they know what is going on, we will race through the gate and drive away. They will have to catch up with us but we are going to drive straight to the Eastwood Estate. I am sure we will reach the army camp before they can stop us. Come now, Yolandi, just consider how bad they are treating all of us. We are their slaves. Emma, Melda, and you must feed these rubbish every day and wash their stinking clothes. I am fed up with all their comments and the way in which they watch you as if you parade naked in front of them and I must keep my mouth shut. I feel like a weakling. Just like a damn gay!”

“Give me the key. Now!”

Deon frowns, “Why? What is your plan?”

“Give me that key now! If you don’t, I am going to speak out loudly. I’m warning you!”

Determined Yolandi rises and holds her hand out and daringly looks at her husband. The soldier has seen her rising and comes to a standstill and watches them. Deon feels pushed into a corner and realizes he has no other option than to comply because Yolandi still keeps her hand outstretched and the soldier is looking at them.

Eventually, he stretches his arm and she takes his hand in hers and kneels in front of him while she carefully takes the key out of his hand and keeps his other hand in hers and deftly whispers: “Pretend that you are praying with me. He is watching us.”

Deon closes his eyes to slits and moves his lips as if praying. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just wait here, my stubborn baboon! I am going to put the key back before they awake and discover it was taken.”

Yolandi jumps up before Deon can stop her and rushes through the front door. Chameleon-like she walks to the restroom. They are still asleep, Franko is snoring loudly and Rasta is breathing deeply and she tiptoes and hangs the keys in the open space. Dammit, they would have noticed the empty space in an instant. Sometimes Deon can act so stupidly.

“What are you doing there ...?”

Yolandi freezes and frightened turns around and looks straight into the cruel eyes of Rasta. This man always gives her the creeps. He has risen and comes closer. She feels the heat of his brute body. She shivers.

He pulls a pesky face and stares at her with foxy, dead eyes. “I asked you a question. What the fuck are you doing here at the keyboard?”

Her stomach turns at the smell of his stinking rum breath here in her face. Her brain feverishly hunts for answers but she can’t think of something logical. He caught her in the act! Stunned and defenseless she stands in front of the man she fears second to Joss. This man always peeps at her with his cunning eyes like a predator that only waits for the right moment to jump on her. A complacent grin forms on his cruel face and he begins to sniff her neck like a predator his prey. Yolandi realizes she is totally under his control. She peeps at Franko hoping he will awake and save her from this monster but he is still breathing heavily.

Rasta sees how she glances and whisper in her ear: “This will be our secret. I will tell no one, but from now on you are mine.” She cringes and gets goosebumps all over her body when his tongue suddenly licks her neck and he gives her love bites.

He then leaves her for a moment and nods slightly and with his cunning eyes looks at Franko. “Wake him up and I shall tell Joss that you tried to steal the cab’s keys and tried to escape. You have really not seen the bad side of Joss Baxter, girl. That monster will do the nastiest things to you in front of us all. That I promise you! It would be better for you if I kill you and your creep here right now! I personally watched how that monster broke every bone of a hunk’s body because he suspected he was a traitor. He forced him into a man to man scuffle but no one stands a chance against that man of steel. Your little husband looks so timid. What will Joss do to him? Shame, poor guy!!”

Yolandi whispers with tears in her voice: “Look all the keys are here. Someone must have lost this key outside. I picked it up and was worried that you might think we were planning to escape and came to put it back.” She is surprised by her words and wonders where it suddenly comes from.

Rasta grimaces. “Oh, your husband stole it when we were asleep! Off course! Now you came to smuggle it back and you gave me the excuse to go and fuck him up, my dear. That, or we two are going to make love every time we get the chance. And we will start now. I am going to initiate you now!”

“No, please, leave me!”

Rasta’s muscled brown arm hugs her and he pulls her close to him. She feels his giant, erect manhood pressing against her and she shivers. “You haven’t felt one like this, have you? You don’t know what you are missing, my girlie. Believe me, you are going to beg me for this thing.”

Pinning her tightly against the wall he rubs his toy against her sensitivity. She wants to yell out but she is powerless. Neither she nor Deon will be safe if she desists in giving in to this monster. His hands glide downwards and he lifts her dress and pulls her panty out of the way so that her crotch is uncovered and naked and ready for the onslaught. Fear and hopelessness cause her head to spin and she hears his breathing stinking of rum increases as he becomes more aroused. She feels tears running down her cheeks as she horrified wait for the monster to do his thing. He now fiddles with his zip to unleash that dreadful thing to penetrate her and enjoy himself.

Suddenly there is a movement behind Rasta and the next moment a hand holds a pistol against his temple. She hears relieved the hoarse urgent whisper of Franko who has awakened in the meantime. “What the fuck are you doing? Leave her alone or I’ll blast your head off, you horny piece of shit! Joss told us not to touch her or else he will kill us, have you forgotten?”

Rasta’s hands are still down and she slips out and rushes through the door. She runs to her bedroom and falls on the bed crying. She buries her head in the cushion and cries her heart out. It was touch and go! She feels dizzy from fear because she doesn’t know what to expect. Then she thinks about Deon and grabs the end of the blanket, dries her face and tries to get self-control. She must go back to Deon to see if he is safe, come what may! She rises from the bed and starts walking to the closed bedroom door. Suddenly the door opens and she gets a fright when Franko enters. No, not again! Is he going to complete what Rasta has started?

Frightened she takes a step back but he lifts his hands. “Yolandi, wait! Don’t be frightened! I just want to see if you are okay. Has he hurt you? You can tell me. Don’t be afraid.”

He doesn’t come forward standing quite still as if he is afraid of frightening her and she realizes his words are true. He is not the same caliber as Rasta.

She quickly nods and he looks at her worriedly. “Are you really okay? What did he do to you?”

“You were just in time. Thank you so much, Franko, I will never forget it. Now I want to go to my husband. I’m afraid Rasta could attack him or something. I don’t trust him. What has he told you?”

“He told me you came to find out whether we would like some coffee. He mistook your friendliness. You must be careful for that Satan, Yolandi. He is hungry for sex. Many of these guys haven’t been with women for a long time and I earnestly want to apologize. But please, don’t tell Joss about this.”

Suddenly she realizes what is at hand. They are both scared to death of Joss and Rasta sent Franko to persuade her not to say anything. Rasta had her in a situation where he could misuse her completely but luckily Franko awoke just in time. Now she enjoys the upper hand because Joss told them if they harm her he would punish them. She suddenly feels respect for the big man who she has feared the most. If it weren’t for the fear he instills in these monsters, she and Deon would not be safe!

Relief suddenly washes over her and she smiles: “Don’t worry. It will be our secret as long as you leave us alone. Can I go and make coffee for you?”