Chapter 8

It was almost embarrassingly easy. He simply cut a couple of the strands of wire and slipped into the camp. There were no guards in sight. The one that was supposed to be patrolling had evidently gone to sleep somewhere. He kept low as he moved across the dark camp, heading for the second fence, the one around the building that was his target.

He slipped into some bushes a dozen yards from the fence and waited, scanning his watch. Two minutes later, the lights went out and he raced forward and clipped the lowest strand, then slid under. He used a small piece of wire from his pocket to tie the severed strand back together, then raced to the building and jumped, grabbing the drainpipe.

This was a gamble, but it held and he shinnied up to the top and fell over on the roof, gasping for breath. The lights came back on again. There was no loud outcry or anything. Maybe nobody had even noticed. But no, the door below opened and a fat looking guy with a machine pistol came out and looked around. Apparently satisfied, he went back inside.

Joe crept across the roof. There it was, a door leading down. He knew there'd be one. It was locked of course, but that presented no major difficulty. He took out the pry bar from his belt and slowly began to work on it. It didn't take long. The wood was rotting and the steal was rusting.

Five minutes later, with very little sound, the door popped open and he slid inside. There was a narrow stairway, which he moved down. At the foot was another door, this one unlocked. He stepped through and into a hallway.

It was quiet in the hall, though from each of the numerous doors came quiet and unidentifiable sounds. He pushed the first one open a crack and looked in. There was a naked Black man on a bed. A young girl, only barely developing, was squatting atop him, taking his thick cock into her body.

He closed the door. The next revealed much the same, except the girl was older. Across the hall, he opened the door to find a man fucking a boy in the ass. The next room revealed an oriental woman hanging from her wrists from the ceiling. Joe couldn't see the guy, and didn't care to. He closed the door and moved on.

He pushed open another door. There was a man sitting on a chair, his back to the door. Joe couldn't see any girl. This was obviously some kind of whorehouse and he couldn't imagine the guy being alone. He opened the door further, peering around it.

There was a pair of legs on the floor. They were obviously female, and just as obviously Black. He started to retreat, then curiosity got the best of him. What the heck was she doing sitting on the floor?

He pushed his head around the door. Now he could see much better. The girl was on her back and there was another girl on top of her. The two were sixty-nineing and the one on top was White... with pink hair!" He was so relieved he almost laughed.

Instead, he crept into the room and closed the door. The man looked up in surprise just to catch the butt of his Uzi in the face. A second blow took him in the head and he fell over, unconscious. Joe moved around him to the girl's who were still licking and slurping at each other's pussies.

He gripped the pink hair and pulled upward. Mandy blinked in dazed confusion.

"Time to go pinky." he said. He looked down at the Black girl, who looked back impassively. He pulled on Mandy's arm and hauled her to her feet, where she staggered and would have fallen if not for his firm hold.

He picked up the Black man's pants and slipped them onto Mandy's legs, rolling them up at the bottom. Then he grabbed the uniform jacket and got her into that, tying the belt to keep it closed around her.

"Let's go."

"Go?" she mumbled, in confusion.

"Just follow me." he sighed, pulling her along, hand in hand.

He opened the door and peaked outside. There was nothing moving. Everyone was too busy. They went down the hallway and up the stairs to the roof. Joe checked his watch and pulled Mandy over to a corner, where he'd tied a rope earlier.

"Do you think you can climb down a rope?"

She looked at him blankly and he cursed softly and tied the other end of the rope around her under her arms. He checked his watch again. Just then the lights went out.

"Over you go lovey." he said, pushing Mandy over the edge of the building. She gave a low cry, but stopped when she realized the rope was preventing her from falling.

He lowered her to the ground, where she sat down dumbly at the base of the wall. He jumped over and slid quickly down to the ground, landing beside her.

"Let's go, kid!" he hissed. He slipped the rope off and then pulled her to the fence, quickly pulling the wire loose and shoving her threw.

A minute or so later, the fat guy came out of the door again and looked around. He saw the rope coming down from the roof and gave a cry of alarm. A second man joined him and then the two raced back into the building and up the stairs.

They drove for over half an hour before Mandy finally began to talk.

"Are you going to take me back to the camp where I was kidnapped?" She asked, softly.

"No. Of course not. You're parents are in Harare anyway."

"Are we going there?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"What about tonight?"

"Tonight, we take you to what passes for a luxury hotel in this city."

"Luxury." she said. "That would be something new."

"I hope you like it."

Thirty minutes later, they entered a large, and old building. There were thick wall to wall carpets in the lobby. Apparently he already had a room for they didn't go to the desk. Instead he led her to the elevator. The man inside looked at her unusual clothes but then politely averted his eyes.

Then they were in his room on the fourth floor. It was tastelessly overdone, with big carvings and murals and atrociously ostentatious furnishings. Mandy loved it though. She loved the shower and bath even more. She spent half an hour in the shower, scrubbing herself down. When that was done, she filled up the bathtub and spent another hour in the bath.

She emerged, finally, clad in a big oversized bath towel, her hair falling behind her in a dark red wave.

"You look much better." Joe said.

"I feel much better."

She sat down beside him on the couch, looking at the big fire crackling in the fireplace. "I guess I have a lot to thank you for." she said.

"Part of the service."

"It must have been hard finding me in the jungle like that, then to break me out of that awful army base... "

"I'll charge your father a finders fee."

She smiled. "I'd like to apologise."

"For what?"

"For the way I treated you, you know, before I was kidnapped."

"Oh, that. Forget it."

"I was a bitch. Admit it."

"Ok. You were a bitch."

She smiled again.

"Still, there were moments."

"You mean in your tent?" he grinned.

"Yes, of course I mean that. That was, I'll have you know, the first orgasm I've had with a man, ever."

"You're kidding!"