Chapter 1

Chief Osagyefu grinned as he eyed the delicious array before him. One thing that stood British women out from the crowd was for him, the meal prepared for his visit. The array before him gave every evidence of a meal prepared with ingredients unavailable these days in Zimbabwe. He appreciated the effort and the sacrifice in offering such rare and precious foods.

It had been a good day, and the meal before would be pleasant start to the evening. The application of terror always aroused him, and the food before him was a fitting tribute to his wealth and power. Later he would satisfy the sexual needs that inflicting terror always generated within him.

He looked around the table with predatory eyes as the family of his new Project Manager, Roger Dunstable, had bent over backwards to make him welcome. As eyes dwelt momentarily on the over exposed bosom of his lovely wife Sarah Dunstable. It was a full and firm bosom, typical of a woman who has benefited from a good diet, plenty of exercise, and paid attention to her own well being. Those firm white breasts curved pleasantly upwards. He would enjoy their abundance, but they were only a momentary distraction from the fresh beauty of her two teenage daughters.

He eyed Natalie Dunstable with a slight frown. She had shown disrespect to him turning up for the dinner wearing shorts. Hot as it was, and lithe and shapely as her legs were, to turn up for dinner with as important guest as himself wearing shorts was a severe breach of etiquette. He wondered if this was a sign of youthful rebelliousness, or simply ignorance. So many professional white families from Europe and the USA had no conception of proper behaviour.

His eyes dropped to the full jutting breasts barely hidden underneath a tight lightweight sweater. The frown slid from his brow. He would punish her for her disrespect, but he would enjoy those upstanding mounds to the full in the meantime. His gaze crossed the table to the youngest daughter, Elizabeth. Her eyes were shining and bright as she met and held his gaze. Like so many English girls she lacked the social graces to understand she should keep her eyes lowered in his presence.

Nevertheless, her blue eyes sparkled and shone with admiration, as she gazed at him.

'Are you really a Chief?'

He held her gaze. Staring into her eyes, delighting in their youthful fervour and enthusiasm. Suddenly embarrassed she flushed and looked down fidgeting in her seat. A rosy glow slowly enthused her perfect heart shaped face, rising up from her shoulders. Oh yes, that young lady was definitely sexually aware and responsive to his masculine power.

He grinned at her before looking across at her father, who nodded with a mixture of respect, fear, embarrassment and concern. Osagyefu laughed and demanded more wine. Natalie jumped to her feet, fetched the bottle of Louis Damont champagne. Giggling slightly as the champagne fizzed and bubbled into the glass. Her lack of expertise was lost on Osagyefu as he breathed in her fresh scent. She had a bubbly personality, and the presence of those youthful bobbling breasts was a distraction. He was at a loss why such a prime example of womanhood was not already looking after several children of her own.

'Pour some for yourself and your sister.'

'Oh but we can't! I am only 17 and Elizabeth is only13 years old. We cannot drink alcohol until we are 18!'

Osagyefu laughed.

'This is Zimbabwe. We do not have such stupid laws. Pour yourself a glass and another for your sister as well.' Natalie hesitated and glanced at her father, then she poured herself a glass.

'Surely not for Lizzie?'

Elizabeth glared at her sister not wishing her youthfulness to be a source of embarrassment before this African Chief. Her eyes widened as she looked at him again, with a certain amount of wonder. Sharing their dinner table with a real African Chief! He had such a powerful aura about him. Her school friends in England would be so envious!

'Of course for Lizzie, especially for Lizzie, she of all your family must soon learn that in Africa anything is possible for those with power and influence.'

He looked across at her father, who had gone a shade whiter.

Lizzie let rip a delightful girlish giggle as her sister poured a bubbly, frothing glass of champagne. She looked up at the Chief to thank him and her eyes met his. A strange delightful shiver swept over her and she looked away confused. Osagyefu watched as another pinkish glow suffused her pretty face.

Yes, she may be young and white, but sexual urges were already developing strongly in the young teenager. His eyes flicked between Sarah, Natalie and Lizzie and his cock twitched. The Dunstable family were going to be sexual treasure, and he would not go without satisfaction tonight.

'Well we have not encouraged our daughters to drink alcohol. I'm not certain if it is good idea... ' Roger's voice trailed away as Chief Osagyefu gaze settled on him. The Chief wondered briefly if he should bugger the man in front of his family to establish his authority. The fool was probably just as ignorant of his own sexual horizons as his daughters were of theirs.

He picked up the champagne and refilled Lizzie's now empty glass. The girl had drank far too quickly, but Osagyefu did not give a damn. Having her slightly tipsy when he ravished her would make her more relaxed when he thumped his cock through her hymen. He had little doubt she would be a virgin.

His eyes turned to Natalie. She was far too sexy to be still a virgin at 17, but he had known other English girls her age with fanciful notions of honour, fidelity and marriage.

A rigorous bout of sex usually cleared up such notions!

His gaze returned to their mother, and that abundant, overexposed bosom. An African woman would never display her breasts in such a brazen way. Not that he was surprised. So few white women knew how to dress demurely in the hot African climate. She was a full, bodied tempting piece and possibly still in love with her husband. Still after twenty years of marriage and two daughters her relationship with Roger would surely be too staid and regular. She would be ready for the reconfirmation of her attractiveness that his wooing of her would provide. He met her gaze confidently and raised his glass.

'To beauty!'

He toasted and was delighted to see her flush with embarrassed pleasure. Yes, she had not lost her sexual awareness, and was conscious of his desire for her. Only Natalie seemed oblivious of the sexual tension.

'Oh... err... what time will you be leaving in the morning?'

Osagyefu's gaze returned to Roger Dunstable. He looked at Roger his gaze now cold. Roger flinched at the hard steel he saw in those eyes.

'If what I have seen this morning is any indication, I may have to stay longer than I had planned. I was not happy with our discoveries today. I may have to make further examples before I leave.'

Roger visibly paled. Though his family did not notice, as their gaze was fixed firmly on their African guest. The sternness in his tone a sharp contrast to his earlier jovialness. All three women shivered at the hardness in his voice and the fierce expression on his face.

'Would you like to explain what happened today Roger.'

Roger shook his head.

'I... don't think what happened today is appropriate for discussion at the dinner table.'

He was acutely conscious that the eyes of Sarah, Natalie, and Lizzie had swivelled in his direction with fascinated expressions.

'What happened Dad?'

Roger turned from white to pink. The last thing he wanted to do was to explain the terror that had descended on the construction camp after Chief Osagyefu had arrived.

'Tell us... ', pleaded Natalie, which only added to Roger's woe. The memory was shocking and he doubted he could describe the events without his voice breaking.

Osagyefu eyed Roger. The man was weak. His technical knowledge and expertise was beyond question, but he had a lot to learn about man management in Africa. It did not surprise him that he had been out of work for three years in the UK.

Roger's debts and the threat of losing their family home had been the prime mover in him seeking work abroad. His home was now rented out providing a regular income, which was meeting his mortgage payments, and helping to pay off his mortgage arrears. He was sending his exportable salary to an offshore account in the Caribbean to a bank Osagyefu was a principal shareholder in.

Apart from Africa Construction Limited, Osagyefu owned several business interests. A casino at Lake Victoria; A safari ranch in Zambia; Extensive farming interests around Bulawayo; An investment firm in Zurich; A major share in the bank, jointly owned with several other senior Zanu-PF figures. He owned his own transport fleet, and with the assistance of General Bo, whose troops provided protection, regularly smuggled diamonds out of the Congo.

In all over 100,000 Zimbabweans depended on him for their living. Osagyefu did not believe in giving money away. To ensure that most of the wages he paid his work force, came back to him he provided stores, bars, and brothels adjacent to most of his developments. Roger in his typically innocent English style blithely thought only of his new construction project. His imagination was blinkered in a similar manner to many of the 'trained' expatriates who came to work for him.

Osagyefu left little opportunity for his wealth to go to others.

He even owned a brothel in Amsterdam, and another in Nevada, which occasionally provided him with white female 'guests' at his villa.

All though, as Lizzie so wonderingly enquired, he was indeed a Chief, these days at official functions he was known as Comrade Osagyefu, as indeed were all the senior members of Zanu-PF. By ensuring that the county was run 'by the people, for the people' the leaders of the democratic socialist state of Zimbabwe were able to keep most of the wealth generated in their own hands.

The beloved leader frowned on ancient titles such as Chief, and many Tribal Elders felt it appropriate to quietly ignore their ancient rights. Though a few stubborn souls, usually on the remote edges of the country and far from the cities managed to maintain tribal traditions. Even then they were discreet about it.

Comrade or Chief Osagyefu had few concerns on such matters. No policeman or soldier would dare challenge his authority to do as he wished.

In 30 years of business he had not paid a penny in taxes either in Zimbabwe, or to any foreign government. According to the official records he had not made a penny in profit.

On two occasions tax inspectors had investigated his affairs. He had personally executed both of them in front of his senior lieutenants as an example. It was also useful to demonstrate in such a way his ruthlessness to those who might have ideas above their station. There had been no further investigations. When the police had enquired into their deaths he had shared a laugh, a bottle of wine and provided them with young white teenage girls like Lizzie for their sport. Their enquiries had completely exonerated him.

He looked again at Lizzie. Her fresh, faced innocence would be much in demand. He had left Roger and his family alone too long, and it was time they were broken in.

Natalie at 17 was much too old for many of the jaded African elite who enjoyed nothing more than introducing innocent young girls like Lizzie to the most depraved perversions the African mind could devise. Roman Emperors like Tiberius and Caligula would have delighted and wondered at the orgies that took place in villas of the new African rich!

Still even so at 17 she was still fresh and her full breasts, and slim shape would attract many. He would introduce her to General Bo tomorrow, who would no doubt introduce her to his dog Smith, and some of his lesbian officers...

The main attraction in Sarah would be getting her pregnant, cuckolding her husband, and making Roger sign parentship papers to the black baby produced by his wife.

Now thirteen year old Lizzie, with her wide blue eyes, and flushed lowered gaze was going to be all the sheer delight the photo of her that had accompanied her father's CV had promised.

'Tell us Daddy!' Demanded Natalie.

'Yes dear. Tell us what happened.' Sarah added her plea to that of her daughters. Roger looked across at his new African boss, who was tucking into his food. Osagyefu looked across the table at him.

'Tell them Roger.'

Then he returned to his food.

Roger sighed. He supposed this was partly a test, and after the events of the day Roger was acutely concerned not to be on the wrong side of his new employer. He just could not afford to lose this job, not at this moment.

'When Mr Osagyefu arrived this morning I escorted him around the site. We held a meeting with the representatives from the Construction Ministry, together with General Bo.'

Sarah, Natalie, and Lizzie nodded at the name. They had met General Bo who ran the army base on which Roger's project was based. Roger had tried to keep them away from him. He seemed nice enough for an African General, and went everywhere with a huge German Shepherd dog called Smith, which he enjoyed bossing about. He had a woman army driver, whose direct gaze had discomforted Natalie.

'After the meeting we had our own review of the project. Mr Osagyefu was not happy with certain accounting issues that the clerks in head office had discovered.'

Osagyefu smiled at Roger, but there was a dangerous glint in his eye.

'Certain accounting issues... you English have a quaint way of putting things. I was being robbed and you Roger, as Project Manager, had not spotted the fiddle right under your own nose!'

Osagyefu voice rose in anger. Roger flushed.

'Tell them how I resolved the issue.'

Roger swallowed. He looked at Lizzie, then Natalie, before looking apologetically at his wife.

'Well we discovered that the store clerk, has been accepting goods but not signing for them so there was no record of them on site. Then he had been selling them in the township. When we dug deeper we found he was also signing out more materials to the work gangs than he was giving them and selling them in town as well.'

'Sounds bad! Did you have him arrested? The jails look pretty bad in town!' Lizzie made a disgusted face.

'I don't believe in filling our jails with idle riff raff. Besides the clerk is one of my nephews. I could hardly send one of my own nephews to jail.'

Osagyefu's words were light but they all could feel the underlying threat.

'So what did you do?' Natalie asked. Though Sarah was looking worried.

'Tell them what we did Roger.'

Roger looked unhappy.

'We have a snake pit on the site where we dump snakes we capture. The men like to keep the cobra's we find and sell them to the local snake parks and other tourist attractions.'

He paused. The room was silent as Sarah, Natalie and Lizzie were holding their breaths in sudden dread at what Roger was about to say.

'General Bo ordered two of his soldiers to throw the store clerk in the pit!'

'Oh!' Gasps escaped from shocked faces.

'We through a rope down after an hour.'

'Was he still alive?'

'Did they bite him?'

'He was bitten several times and delirious by the time he came out of the pit.'

Roger held back his own horror.

The mix of fear and excitement in the workforce.

It had sickened him to see the clerk's work colleagues bet on how many times he would be bitten. Betting on whether he would live or die! But like the others his horror had been mixed with fascination. He had learned fear of his new boss, but also a strange respect for his no nonsense approach.

'What happened next? Did he live?' Lizzie's question was mixed with fascination and fear.

'Mr Osagyefu arranged for him to be taken to hospital. It will be a while before we hear if he has survived.'

'Weird, ' exclaimed Natalie. 'First you throw him into a snake pit, and then you send him to hospital.' A touch of sarcasm in her voice.

'Well he is family.' Comrade Osagyefu reminded her. 'You have to look after family. Not that I could ever allow even family to steal from me. It was necessary to set an example.'

'What will your brother think?'

Osagyefu shrugged.

'He is the fifth son of my seventh brother, but still family.'

'Wow, fifth son of your seventh brother! How many brothers do you have?'

'Eight brothers! No sisters.'

Osagyefu shrugged.

'Bah sisters! They are a liability. Especially in a wealthy family like ours, our sisters require a dowry of 150 cattle to marry them off. Of course, we can afford it, but they dilute our wealth!'