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.
