Chapter 17

In the Solomon Sea

The reception is well attended. Despite the strong heat, all the guests, men and women, are in hunting gear. The conversation is very lively. Everyone speaks without measure of their actions and tells their favorite anecdotes. The alcohol flows freely and darkens even more spirits already numb with the heat.

“With the club, we decided to organize one hunt per month.”

The one speaking is Wolfgang, a tall, well-built guy with a strong German accent. Max listens complacently.

“It will be a pleasure to help you,” he replies with a smile.

- We will make some changes, the German continues. We will set more traps and instead of anesthetic arrows, we will use irritant cartridges...”

Wolfgang indicates one of the servants.

“We want these events to be more primitive and more stimulating...

- And the field?, asks MM.

- It is perfect. We love the swamps: there is visibility, water and mud ... We don’t want to change that. Wolfgang pauses.

A gorgeous 30-year-old woman wearing only a sarong tied low over her hips walks up with a tray. “Sir?

Wolfgang smiled at her. The woman is visibly nervous.

He asks, “Do you still keep her?”

Max grabs the maid by the elbow and forces her to come closer. She is a woman at the peak of her beauty. She is a classic beauty with distinguished features. Her very tanned face gives her an exotic look that is rare among blondes with blue eyes of Nordic type. She wears huge earrings and large silver bracelets at the wrists and ankles. The nipples of her small firm breasts are erected, and bells, also in silver, are hung on them.

“It’s my daughter Fanny’s whim...”

A grimace of disgust crosses the woman’s face.

“She is his maid. My daughter especially likes mature women like her, breeders, especially whites. I don’t think that bothers you?”

- Oh, of course not, Wolfgang replies quickly, I was only asking if...”

Max chuckles.

“My friend,” he said, lifting the woman’s sarong, “I’m sorry but Fanny wouldn’t allow it.”

A small chastity belt discreetly makes the sex of the woman inaccessible.

“She hasn’t been with a man since you brought her.”

Now it’s Wolfgang’s turn to laugh loudly. Erika was his partner and his lover until she decided to betray him in both positions. By then, Wolfgang was already a regular at the White facilities and he had decided to get rid of her ... Six years have passed since...

“When Mister Mukele’s daughter is tired of you, I would like to invite you to one of our hunts...”, said Wolfgang to the pretty young woman.

Erika unconsciously moves back, terrified of the idea. Max puts her back in place, by the waist this time.

“Anyway, my friend, I don’t think Fanny wants to get rid of Little Cock Sucker just yet,” said Max.

She’s been his maid since she was thirteen and she’s pretty fond of him... - What... “Little Cock Sucker”?, asks the amused German.

- “Little sucker”, explains Max. She called him that as soon as she arrived ... But I’m not sure why.

A cynical smile appears on the lips of the big black man. The young woman stares at the ground.

“Very well. “Little sucker,” said Wolfgang, “make me a gin and tonic with a lot of ice.

- Right away, sir,” the woman answers with a curtsy...

-It’s incredible how they become so obedient at your place, says the German.

- It’s my job, Max replies proudly, admiring the fantastic figure of the young woman and her seductive walk.

- By the way, “said Wolfgang looking at Rebecca,” you didn’t introduce me your mate.”

He’s been intrigued by her.

Max turns absently to the young girl.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot ... It’s Rebecca Johnson, my son’s fiancée. She’s here to find out what’s going on.”

He steps back and pushes the girl forward by the arm.

“Come on, my dear, say hello to Mr. Heinz.”

Rebecca shakes her head, amazed at what she sees and hear.

“Excuse her ... She arrived this morning and she is a little tired, says Max. We are grateful to her for coming to this evening.”

Wolfgang is amused. He doesn’t know exactly what Max is up to but the girl, who is unmistakably gorgeous, doesn’t seem to want to be here at all. The girl is wearing white stockings up to mid-thigh, high heels and tiny panties that are tied around her hips with laces. A tiny, tight-fitting bra barely covers her nipples and leaves her fantastic breasts exposed and unsupported of any kind. But the most surprising thing is that Max holds his son’s girlfriend by a leash hanging from her neck. Wolfgang greets her with a hand kiss: “It’s a pleasure, Miss Johnson”.

- You see, Max said apologetically, my son Ben is very inexperienced and, before getting married, he thought it was better that Rebecca knew all about this. In fact, he adds, pulling on the leash, I admit that as a good father, I wanted to be sure that my son was not doing anything stupid.

In front of the bewildered German, Max puts his arms around the young girl and kisses her passionately on the lips.

Wolfgang is about to pull out one of his jokes, but he is silent. A sort of spectacle is about to begin. When Rebecca manages to push Max away, blood runs down the man’s chin. Wolfgang couldn’t resist it...

“This girl is very passionate,” he remarks as Max wipes himself off with a towel.

- Yes, and my son is too young, answers Max. But we still have a few days before the wedding, don’t we, my dear?

- If you want my opinion, I don’t think Ben is doing anything stupid with this kitten. I’m sure you’ll teach her how to treat her the way she deserves ... adds Wolfgang in a friendly manner. By the way, I would like to see the corrals and what you have for us... - Great idea, I think it will interest Rebecca... , said Max pointing the way with his hand.

They walk along the bay until they come to one of the small docks where the boats are moored. Rebecca walks about a meter behind, at the end of her humiliating leash. They arrive at a hut with a roof of palm leaves. A man and a woman, also dressed in hunting clothes, inspect three girls, two white and one black. The girls are naked and locked in a large wooden cage. Wolfgang calls out to the woman, an impressive Amazon of one meter seventy eight and about forty years old: “So, you made up your mind?

- The black one will do the best part, she replies, mystifying Rebecca.

- Yes, but this one, said his companion, pointing to a cutie with brown hair, seems more rebellious. She is like a wild cat; It will be a pleasure to take her by the collar ... By the way, he adds, showing Rebecca, that one too?

Max shakes his head.

“No, Mr. Whiteham. Not this time ... Maybe another day.

- We are have finished, anyway, continues the woman, taking her husband by the arm.

Wolfgang walks over to the cage. Not only are the women on the island all very beautiful, they are also in great physical shape.

“One of these three beauties will be the prey of our distinguished guests. A helicopter will drop her off in the Papua swamps, in a crocodile-free spot. We don’t want an accident, he said with a smile. She’ll be an hour early, then they’ll go hunting.”

Rebecca’s eyes are gaping in disbelief.

“They are good hunters; so far not a single prey has escaped them...”

Wolfgang wears a proud smile.

“Oh come on, Max.

- That’s right, don’t be modest. How many will you be tomorrow?

- Fifteen, although only eleven have arrived so far.

- Tell our young journalist what you do to the prey when you catch her ... The German turns to Rebecca:

“It depends ... It depends on a lot of things. It is different depending on whether the capture is easy or difficult; if she is injured or if the catcher is very far from other hunters.

Wolfgang comes alive as he speaks.

“I remember a French woman. She was really beautiful, an athletic and strong chick. She managed to escape until nightfall, but in the morning Madame Kindergarten found her trapped, hanging by an ankle. She cut her tendons before taking her down, so she couldn’t run away, of course. When we arrived she was sitting on her face. She had pulled out her teeth to keep her from biting ... She had to be finished on the spot and ... It was a shame.

Rebecca is stunned. She fails to conceive that there could be people capable of committing such atrocities...

“The Scandinavian was the best ... I think her name was Ingrid. Instead of chasing her like the others, when I landed, I was sure she would hide out close to our place of arrival. My friend! It was really a great experience. You should have seen her face when I found her a few yards from the boat. It might not have been very fair, but I didn’t give the signal until the next day. It was an unforgettable night for both of us...