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and then into his eyes. Birch had clearly enjoyed the rape, Flint thought and it must be obvious to the lad that he'd been, despite himself, very excited watching. Then the man put an arm around the trooper's neck and led him to the group sitting with Kotze. To add to his warring, emotions Flint felt a stab of jealousy.
Chapter 5
The setting sun was throwing long shadows across the veldt when they reached Drusdorp. More a collection of barns and farmsteads than a village, it was a forlorn sight. Most the the rooves had fallen in and the doors and window frames had gone. The departing farmers had taken everything that was transportable with them. A horse was tethered to a stunted tree beside the overgrown paddock and a figure emerged fron the nearby barn as they approached. He was a lean broad-shouldered man with longish blond hair, which, although he was barely twenty four, was already thinning .His face was long and narrow and his moustache thin and wispy. He hated the war, hated being out here on the veldt and hated above all the rough uncouth farmers. Nervously he watched the appproaching horse-
men and his anxiety turned to amazement when he saw that three of the men appeared to be naked. They reined in and he recognised the leader as he climber down from his saddle. His heart sank as Kotze swaggered up to him. "I see its Lang, you little runt," he sneered. "Couldn't they find a real man for the job?" Lang made no reply and lowered his eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," Kotze snarled, grabbing Lang's shirt and pulling him close. Lang stared into the cruel hard eyes and his face went very pale. "Have you been up the telegraph pole yet," Kotze barked and Lang smelt the reek of stale brandy on his breath. "Y..Yes sir, Lang stammered.
"And?"
"I noted down some s..stuff about their m.movements and a troop train is coming up the line tomorrow.."
"What? My God, when?
"They didn't say for sure, but some time in the afternoon."
Kotze gave a whoop of delight and shoved Lang away from him. "We can blow the bridge and send a whole train load of those fucking khaki bastards into the gorge at the same time." The other boers had dismounted and were either massaging their saddle-sore balls or pissing, when they heard Kotze's yell. They gathered around him, laughing and thumping each other on the back, their big fat cocks flopping out of their open flies. Lang cautiously eyed the mass display of manhood for a long as he dared, then averted his gaze and felt a jolt of excitement. The three naked men had also dismounted and were standing together wrists bound before them. The hubbub died down and Kotze turned to Lang, "Are you armed?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, keep an eye of these three. We are going to find somewhere to sleep in this bloody ruin."
Without waiting for a reply, Kotze strode off with his four henchmen.
They inspected the ruined buildings. then got their saddles and bedrolls. The weather remained hot and dry, and privacy, rather than shelter, was what they sought after weeks together under canvas.
Kotze was the last to return to the paddock and found fires had been lit and supper was already cooking. He was very pleased with himself, having found a barn with a couple of rafters still in place which had once been half-timbered at one end. The wooden panels had been removed, leaving a waist high stone wall some four feet wide, which would be perfect for what he had in mind. He took a portion of stew and dumplings and sat on the coarse grass with his back to a broken-off post. Nobody felt inclined to talk much and when the prisoners were untied and given their food, the boers sat wartching and smoking their cheroots in silence.
The broken-nosed man was the first to move. He got to his feet with studied nonchalance and sauntered over to the prisoners. He looked down at the red-headed corporal and jerked his head. North climbed to his feet and the man roped his wrists tightly behind his back before leading him off into the darkness. The man who'd gone back for more at the gang-rape was next on his feet. As he stepped towards the soldiers, the other two boers leapt to their feet. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" one yelled. "Ja, who the fuck do you think you are?" the other piped up, trying to block the man's way. The man shoved him roughly aside and the other boer grabbed his arm. He swung a punch that sent him staggering backwards, then turned to square up to the other. Kotze came to his feet, sjambok in hand and yelled, "That's enough. You, Myburg, take the blond prisoner. You were the only one man enough to put two up him this afternoon." With a smirk on his face, Myburg strode over to Birch as the other two men began to protest. "Shut your mouths," Kotze roared. "As you can't do anything but moan, I'll decide for you. You.. Wessels, can have Lang here and you Malan, will take the first watch." Both men looked amazed and Kotze added, "Wessels will take second watch and you Malan can then have Lang." The men burst into laughter as Lang leapt to his feet and yelled,
"No, you can't, its disgusting, I won't let you ." As Wessels, grinning broadly, came towards him, Lang shouted, "No keep away from me," his voice shrill with fear. He pushed Wessels away and threw a wild punch, which the grinning man easily dodged. Then the burly boer punched Lang on the point of the jaw and he fell to the ground senseless.
Wessels dropped to one knee, pulled off Lang's boots and socks and carefully removed his jerkin and shirt, revealing a lean wiry torso. He folded the clothes with exaggerated care and placed them beside the boots on the grass. "We don't want our city gentleman shinning up telegraph poles in shabby clothes, do we," Wessels said, undoing the belt and yanking Lang's trousers down to his
knees. Lang was wearing long baggy drawers. They all hooted with laughter and Wessels said, in the same mocking tone, "Now those gentlemen, really must go." He ripped off the offending garment and flung it away into the darkness then gaped in astonishment at the thick cut cock lying across Lang's hairy belly. I did'nt dream he was that well endowed he said getting to his feet. "Why not?" Kotze said, "He's an afrikaaner, isn't he." Wessels made no reply as he hoisted Lang onto his shoulder and carried him off onto the night.
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