African Discovery

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The road stretched out through the wild landscape, the only sign of human civilisation in an otherwise pristine setting. A soft purr began in the distance, getting louder until at last a dusty old pick-up truck crested the rise, sunlight glinting off its edges. Behind the wheel, sunglasses on, once pale skin browning in the heat, his strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind, Matti beamed in pleasure. With the windows of the bakkie down, the scents of the land assailed him, and he revelled in his solitude.

Half-way through a six month independent tour of Africa's southernmost states, he was at this moment speeding along one of the country's few paved roads. Utterly alone in the landscape, it was just him, the scenery, and the passing wildlife. No buildings, no cars, no people to spoil the idyllic setting.

At least there hadn't been for some time, since he passed the last settlement, over an hour ago. But then out of the haze ahead he spied a small nondescript single-story building beside the road. Standing in front of the shaded porch that ran alongside the roadward side of the building, at that moment stepping out into the road ahead of him, was a figure dressed all in dark blue.

"Bollocks" Matti cursed to himself as the figure stopped feet astride the dividing line of the road, and raised its hand in the universally understood 'stop' signal. He flicked the indictor on and began to coast to a stop, pulling up just before the building as indicated by the police officer. As the figure approached his vehicle, he could see she was a woman, he guessed her at being in her 40s. A movement from the shaded interior of the building, upon which he could now see the faded painted word 'police', caught his eye, and a younger woman, also in uniform emerged and joined her colleague. They stopped beside his vehicle, as Matti killed the engine, opened his door, and stepped down onto the sunbaked earth.

For a moment they studied him, and he them. Both women had smooth, flawless skin, a rich brown in colour, with strong, proud features; simultaneously beautiful and fierce. The name tags sewn across the breast pocket of their blouses named the older of the two as Officer Mahlasela, and the younger Officer Johannes.

He stood before them, rising over them a little, at just over six feet, though not by much. He removed his sunglasses, squinting a little in the bright sunlight. His hair was tousled and a little windswept, and he wore a simple t-shirt and shorts. He smiled in what he hoped was a friendly and charming manner. The two women stared back impassively.

After a moment the elder woman spoke,

"You were driving in excess of the permitted speed limit sir. I shall have to ask you to step inside with us."

The younger officer turned, leading the way, whilst Officer Mahlasela hung back, indicating that Matti ought to go ahead of her.

Inside the air was cool, though a little stuffy. Two ancient looking desk fans made a token effort at circulating the air, and looking around him Matti saw a fairly typical example of a native administration building. Tired and worn furniture was dotted about the space, with a few battered filing cabinets. A large wooden desk dominated the room, and it was before this that he was led.

Matti expected one or both of the officers to sit, but instead they remained standing behind him, forcing him to turn around, his back to the desk. Again it was the elder woman who spoke first.

"Speeding is an issue we take very seriously sir" she said sternly. "Do not think the rules of our country do not apply to you. There will be a sizeable fine, payable immediately."

Matti sighed, and raised his hands in a placating manner.

"Look, I'm not trying to weasel my way out of this, but I've got absolutely no cash on me, and the nearest ATM must be miles back"

"Perhaps you have family or friends who could come to assist?" Officer Mahlasela replied in her stern tone.

"I know no one here, in fact no one even knows precisely where I am at this moment. Sorry, please, there must be something that can be done?" Matti answered in a slightly pleading voice.

Officer Mahlasela sniffed dismissively and turned away from him. "Wait here", she said curtly, and stepped back outside the building, leaving him alone under the studied gaze of the younger woman. Through the dusty window, Matti watched as Officer Mahlasela carried out a thorough search of his truck, wincing as she rifled through his bag. Eventually, evidently satisfied, she returned inside.

"I believe your vehicle to be clean sir, but I'm still suspicious you may be carrying contraband on or about your person", she said in a calm, even tone.

"Of course not!" Matti spluttered, still not quite believing what was happening, "I can promise you that..."

His denial went unfinished as Mahlasela cut him off brusquely.

"I'd like you to remove your clothes please sir."

"What?!"

"I'd like you to remove your clothing so that we may examine your body and clothing sir," she continued as if a teacher explaining something quite obvious to a dimwitted student.

Matti stood mouth agape, looking at the commanding policewoman before him. He turned towards the younger of the two women, as if hoping for some leniency there, but if so he was swiftly disabused. Stepping forward towards him, Johannes put her hand to the baton at her waist, drawing it an inch from her belt.

"I'm going to have to ask you to comply sir, immediately." She snapped, her gaze firm.

Involuntarily Matti stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of submission.

"Ok, ok, relax, I'll do as you say."

His mind reeling, almost in disbelief, he tugged his t-shirt up and over his head, folding it and placing it on the edge of the desk. He bent to untie his shoes, removing them and his socks, placing them beside the desk. Standing up straight again, he was confronted by both women gazing at him without expression, neither speaking a word, as if both committed to carrying out a routine procedure with the minimum of fuss or emotion. His hands trembling slightly, Matti's hand went to his belt, undoing it, followed by the button and zip of his shorts. Sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them, he folded them and added them atop the t-shirt.

"Everything, sir", Mahlasela intoned, a note of impatience creeping into her voice.

Matti sighed inwardly. 'They're just trying to assert their authority, teach you a lesson', he told himself, as he breathed deeply, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and slide them down to the floor, bending to place them with the rest of his clothes. Standing, hands clasped in front of his groin, he looked across at Officer Mahlasela, trying to hold her stare.

"Check his clothes Rosemary," the older woman said, addressing her younger colleague by her first name.

"Yes Ma'am," the younger police officer replied, stepping forwards and beginning to briskly examine his clothes, though for what Matti could not begin to imagine. His outfit was hardly bulky or covered in pockets. As she did so, Mahlasela stepped closer, pointing a finger at him, a slight sneer now on her face.

"Legs shoulder width apart, hands on your head."

He should have expected the command, and with a deep breathe he did so. The woman before him reacted with a smirk, and a throaty chuckle. "Well, well", she said as she ran her eyes freely and unashamedly over his naked body.

He was tall, with a slim athletic build, and his strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin only emphasising his alienness in this environment. He blushed, as the woman stared openly between his legs. He kept himself completely smooth there, had done so ever since an ex-girlfriend had told him she preferred it. He didn't know whether Officer Mahlasela had ever seen a male with smooth genitalia, but she certainly showed a lot of interest.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stepped forwards, leaving only a small space between them. This close he could smell her, the scent of soap, and the powder used to wash her clothes. He was intimately aware of his nakedness in contrast to her. Locking eyes with him, a knowing smile playing across her African features, she brought a hand up under his chin, tilting his head a little.

"Open your mouth" she commanded.

Matti did as he was told, opening wide, until her grunt told him she was satisfied he wasn't hiding anything. She waited until she once again held his gaze, that smile still on her face, then without breaking the stare, slowly squatted, until she was at eye level his his waist.

"Do not move, or office Johannes will punish you most severely" she warned him, with a hint of a chuckle in her throat.

Matti could only muster a nod, then a slight gasp as she brought a hand up between his parted thighs. She lifted his smooth sac in her warm palm, squeezing gently, then massaging his testes between thumb and forefinger. His cock jumped involuntarily, a movement that didn't escape either of them. Officer Mahlasela's grin broadened, as his blush deepened. With one last tug on his scrotum, not enough to cause pain, but eliciting another gasp from the boy, she moved her hand to his soft shaft, encasing it in her fingers. Lifting it up and away from his body, she moved her fingers back and forth along the delicate organ.

"You must be slightly erect" she said to him, a wicked edge now clear in her voice. Matti was blushing a deep red now, all his cool gone, but unable to look away from his tormentor. "We have seen incidences of items hidden beneath the foreskin."

He finally managed to close his eyes as he felt himself begin to harden at her touch, willing the experience to be over.

"Good boy" he heard her purr, the first time she had addressed him informally. His penis now semi-erect, she moved her fingertips lightly to the head of the shaft, slowly rolling the foreskin back over the tip. The young man before her couldn't help but utter a low groan, and she grinned at the fun she was having, and at that which lay ahead. Mahlasela was barely aware of Rosemary Johannes, who had long-since finished her cursory inspection of the clothes, her focus was all on her prisoner.

Mahlasela purred softly as the boy's foreskin rolled back over the head of his pretty young cock. She could see, had already known of course, that he was clean, but she continued to hold his cock in her hand, enjoying its warmth, feeling it continue to harden against her palm, throbbing gently as she squeezed slightly. For a moment she fantasised about leaning just a little closer, reaching out with her tongue and running it across the sensitive tip, but she had a role to play.

Moving her hand back up his shaft she rolled his foreskin back into place, before standing, her face only inches from Matti's.

"Move over to the desk please. Bend over at the waist, stretch out your arms, and grasp the other side."

She stepped back, gesturing to the desk, and glaring at him impatiently. Matti stood, still deep red, either refusing to comply or stunned by the turn of events. With a theatrical sigh, in a swift practiced motion Mahlasela drew her baton and brought it carefully up between his parted thighs, using it to lift his scrotum, pressing it firmly to his body.

"You will follow instructions boy, or there will be consequences. Resisting a police officer is a very serious offence."

Matti looked gobsmacked, but once Mahlasela withdrew the tip of her baton, and gestured once more to the desk, he followed her command and walked across the room to the edge of the desk, drawing a deep breath and bending over it, stretching out his arms as commanded. He lowered his head to the desktop, and so missed the look of understanding that passed between his captors.

Mahlasela spoke again, barely able to keep the excitement from her voice.

"Officer Johannes, please secure the suspect's wrists."

"Yes Ma'am" Rosemary eagerly responded, stepping around the desk and taking the naked boy's wrists in her hands.

"Stay still" she commanded, not unkindly, as she removed a pair of handcuffs from her belt. Snapping one bracelet around one wrist, she looped the chain through a metal bar that ran down the edge of the desk, and attached the second bracelet to his remaining wrist, securely his firmly to the heavy piece of furniture.

Matti attempted to look up at her, but from his position, and as close as she was, he could see only the crotch of the younger officer. Even in the situation, he couldn't help but notice how snugly her trousers were tailored, the soft curve of her sex quite visible between her thighs.

He was brought back to his senses as Officer Mahlasela stepped up behind him.

"Part your legs wider" she said, almost a murmur compared to her earlier authoritative tone. "Such a pretty pale bottom you have" she continued, reaching out to run her fingertips lightly along the firm flesh of his buttocks.

"Rosemary, come stand beside the desk here and part the prisoner's buttocks please, so that I may access his anus."

The seconds as the younger woman walked around the desk seemed interminable to Matti, secured as he was. He stifled a moan as he felt the soft warm hands of Rosemary Johannes on his buttocks, but was unable to keep quiet as she gently, but firmly, moved them apart, opening up the pale round flesh of his bottom, exposing that most private of places inside. Matti felt the warm air of the room against his now exposed anus, and knew that both women would be gazing at it.

"Very nice" he heard Mahlasela say, as she moved about behind him. The sound of a drawer opening, things being moved, then the unmistakable sound of a bottle cap being opened. Moments later a finger, warm and slick with lube, pressed to his opening.

"Keep him nice and open Rosemary," Mahlasela said softly to her colleague, "such a pretty pink hole."

Matti had been braced for quick and rough penetration, but the older woman instead rubbed two fingers in circles around his exposed anus, massaging and relaxing it. Then, pressing the pad of one finger she pushed firmly into him, her lubricated digit gliding easily into the tight entrance, the crinkled opening drawing her in.

Matti was unable to stifle the moan that escaped his lips, and behind him both women exchanged a knowing look.

"Oh mami," breathed Rosemary, switching from English to their native tongue.

"Have you ever seen a prettier boy cunt than this?" Mahlasela replied in kind. "Look how wonderfully tight he is, and oh, you should feel how snug and warm he is inside."

"I want to mami!" Rosemary said excitedly, gazing on eagerly as Mahlasela began to twist her fingers as she moved them in and out of the boy, opening and relaxing him with skilful, practiced movements.

Matti heard the two woman chattering, but understood not a word. He knew though they were discussing him, and in particular that part of him that the senior police officer was fingering. He moaned again as he felt her place a third finger at his opening, attempting to clench tighter, but feeling his sphincter give way to her firm pressure.

"Oh good boy," Mahlasela purred as her fingers glided up inside of him, switching back to English as she addressed the boy. "Tight, yet accommodating, the perfect bottom for smuggling contraband I would say. Tell me boy, do you have anything in your little bottom?"

"No... No." Matti grunted, breathing heavily with the attentions now.

"Are you sure? Looks to me like your bottom does have something in," Mahlasela teased as she curled her fingers, finding the young man's prostate and massaging it expertly as she continued to finger him.

Matti began another denial, then realised what she meant.

"Your fingers... your fingers are inside me." He panted.

"That's right boy. And you like it don't you? You like to bend over and offer up your beautiful tight bottom to strong African women don't you?"

Matti was shocked. He had been prepared for humiliation, to be put in his place, but this was far beyond.

"No... No, please let me go" he whimpered.

"You have to co-operate first pretty boy, and that means telling the truth to police officers. Tell us, say 'Yes Officer Mahlasela, I like having strong dominant women finger my bottom'".

"Please..." Matti was unable to finish his sentence. He had never known anything like the intense sensation that her fingers were causing within his rectum. He was painfully aware that he was now fully erect, his cock throbbing, trapped between his belly and the mahogany desktop.

"Tell me," Mahlasela said softly, her voice now kindly, encouraging him to confide in her. As she spoke, she moved her free hand to his waist, slowly tracing her fingertips around underneath him. Both woman and boy knew what she would find, and he gasped as her hand grasped his erection.

"Looks like you want something bigger," Mahlasela purred, giving him a squeeze, before releasing him. Matti was lost in a sea of sensation, utterly submissive to the whims of his captors now, unable to hide the reaction of his body to their ministrations.

Suddenly a feeling of emptiness as she Mahlasela abruptly withdrew her fingers from his bottom, her momentary gentleness gone as she kicked his feet further apart, opening up his buttocks, exposing him further. His anus was no longer the tightly closed, crinkled orifice it had been, now pink and slightly open, the dark hole seeming to beckon her in. Matti heard the sound of wood sliding against leather, and gave a low moan as he felt the blunt tip of her truncheon pressing against him, clenching but unable to prevent her actions as Rosemary spread her hands wider, crudely opening him up.

"You'd better relax that sweet pussy baby boy, get used to what mami's gonna give you" Mahlasela breathed, now slightly breathless herself from arousal.

She pressed her hand to the small of his back, keeping him flat on the table as she pressed the tip of her baton firmly against his relaxed and lubricated anus. The boy cried out beneath her as his slick muscles were unable to resist the pressure, and the shaft pressed slowly into him, until his sphincter surrendered to her desires and the the truncheon eased up into his bowels. Mahlasela began to slide the shaft in and out of him, twisting it as she did so. The almost-black wood of the weapon glistening under the lights as its now lubricated length eased in and out of the boys widely stretched anus. The delicate pink opening gripped tightly around the intruder, moving in and out with each thrust.

"Oh yes, that's it boy, let mami use that sweet pink cunt."

Mahlasela glanced up at Rosmary, who stood rapt. Time for her subordinate to have some fun too.

"I think his bottom has submitted to us now sisi, why don't you move back around the desk?" Mahlasela grinned at Johannes.

The younger woman looked disappointed as she released her hold on the boy's buttocks, now unnecessary as his anus was completely at Mahlasela's mercy. Her expression changed however as Mahlasela continued,

"You can't be taking all the pleasure boy. Officer Johannes here has stood by whilst you've had your pussy played with. Now I think it's time you showed your gratitude by worshipping hers."

Johannes pretty face lit up in a grin as Mahlasela spoke to the boy. Moving beside Matti's head, her fingers went to her trousers, fumbling with the button and zip in her eagerness. She shimmied the trousers down her legs and stood before him. He looked up in a haze, his entire world reduced to the feeling of the thick shaft gliding in and out of his body. His anus, and prostate alive with sensation. He looked ahead, at the long, slim legs of the younger woman. She was wearing a pair of simple blue cotton knickers, clinging to the shape of her, and he noticed as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband that damp patch between her thighs. He moaned wordlessly as she let her knickers fall to the floor. Like him, she was completely hairless between her legs, the soft plump swell of her sex flawless, split only by the line of the cleft between her smooth outer labia. Her inner lips were not visible at first, until she lifted one leg, placing it on the desk chair, causing her lips to part. Her inner labia, in contrast to the smooth chocolate brown tones of the rest of her body, were a light pink, small and delicate. Cupping his chin she lifted his head towards her, arching her hips to bring her sex to him. Her scent assailed him, the thick musk of female arousal. He saw how puffy her vulva was, how it glistened with evidence of her desire. Unquestioning, obediently, he extended his tongue, drawing it up between the lips of her offered sex.