It was at this point in the conversation, after having drank too much heady wine that Michele, who was already wet, told Luc about the bet she and the Countess had made the day before, at the spa. To which Luc simply replied with a raised brow and asked Michele, after he finally figured out what type of party it was going to be, "are you seriously thinking that you want to fuck an animal?"
However, instead of answering the question, Michele simply closed her eyes and smiled, letting the wine in her head take control as she tried to visual the possibility. What Michele saw, in her mind, was perverse, yet beautiful and erotic beyond belief, as she imagined the Countess and her splayed, under the African sun with their asses in the air, as Anjun and Atikur brought in the a Centaur for an ancient mating ritual. The sight of which neither woman could see, for both Michele and the Countess were suddenly blinded by the strong sun that now beat down upon them, and which illuminated their sweat glistened bodies...
Yet, before Michele could proceed with imagining what was to come next, Luc's telephone rang, as he answered the telephone and, with a knowing grin handed it to Michele, saying, "It's the Countess."
As Michele found herself blushing, knowing that Luc knew just exactly was now on her mind, Michele said, with a lusty voice, "Well hello your Royal Highness."
To which the Countess said mockingly, "Cut the Royal Highness crap you little wench! Did you say yes? Are you up for this spy business of ours?"
To which Michele responded by looking at Luc, licked her lips seductively, and said, "Well, let's just say that I hope to see what Luc has contained in the special room of his."
"I knew he would convince you, and of course that juicy cock of his I am sure helped seal the deal. Speaking of which, can you guess what special ceremony I am going to help perform tonight?"
"The Mating of the Okapi?" Michele said with an apprehensive grin.
"Droite vous êtes, mon amour. However, alas, there are is more than one male Okapi, and I don't think I can handle more than one all by myself. Would you be interested in helping me out?"
"Well, I don't know," Michele suddenly said apprehensively. "I mean, until just a few minutes ago, I hadn't seriously thought about it. Come on, fucking an animal, that's disgusting! I think. I mean, won't it hurt?"
"Well, maybe, but from what the brothers have told me, the Africans have been performing such ceremonies for centuries. However, if that doesn't convince you, then maybe you will have to see these magnificent beasts yourself. I know I have, and from my perspective there is nothing to fear, except the fact that if I don't do this tonight, I will be forced to be your slave, but then again, if you chicken out, well, let's just say that you don't want to think about the consequences you will be forced to endure soon at the Roissy. However, if the Okapi don't excite you, I am sure we can find some other creature, for the zoo is teaming with unexplored pleasures," The Countess said with a playful and sultry, yet stern voice.
"If I can't convince you though, I am going to dare you to fuck the Okapi with you!!" The Countess said, finally throwing down the challenge.
As the sultry voice began to seduce Michele over the roar of the wind blowing in her hair, she said, "I'll tell you what, I won't say yes or no, until after I get there. Since I have never even seen an Okapi, I should at least have the chance to see one for myself, before committing my body. So I won't say no just yet, but don't get your hopes up."
"Of course my love, I understand. Oh, by the way, before I forget, Kincaid will be late to the party, and, from what I gather, he may even miss it. Something came up regarding your poor jailed husband. I hate to break the news to you, but it seems like he is asking for a quick divorce. He wants to separate you and spare you any more pain from having to deal any further with the mess he has caused. I'm sorry, but unfortunately I have to go, the Congolese military attache and his men, along with about fifty of their most beautiful prostitutes are going to be attending, and I need to go and meet them. Bye! (Click)"
Suddenly the erotic and perverse thoughts of being ravaged by an animal were tempered when she realized that soon she would be not a Mrs., but a Ms. once again, the thought of which made her both happy and sad, as she took Luc's hand, looked out the window and began crying, telling Luc the news of her impending divorce. It was at this point, 50 kilometers out of Paris, that Luc knew it was best not to say anything. So instead he simply kissed Michele's hand, told her he loved her, and then tuned to a romantic jazz station, the sweet and romantic sounds of which carried them back into the city and to his house, where Maurice had delivered for Michele a the sexy sheer white dress she had worn on the fateful night she was raped in the alleyway.
Elsewhere, back in Chicago, in his cell at the federal lock up, Barry was steaming mad, for he had now realized that he had been tricked by someone, probably Kincaid, into granting Michele her freedom, after his attorney had advised him that the only way to let Michele off the hook was for him to initiate divorce proceedings. According to Barry's attorney, the government had alluded to the fact that because Michele was in Paris, in the company of a declared enemy of the state, her citizenship was likely going to be revoked soon and a warrant for her alleged involvement in his spying activity would be issued. Despite the fact that Kincaid had likely been the one who had set him up for the fall, Barry had no ill feelings for Michele, for she too had been tricked. After witnessing her rape in the locker room, which was the last he had seen of her, he could only imagine what she had been forced to do since. No, he did not want her to have to endure the pain and humiliation of being branded a traitor, so, with a heavy heart, he signed the papers, copies of which had been faxed to both the FBI, as well as to the fax number of Kincaid's attorney friend, whom then handed them to Kincaid, who, resigning himself to the fact that he was going to miss the party at the zoo, was now hoping to catch the last flight out to Paris in order to, before the sun rose, finally be with the woman he called the love of his life.
Several hours later, Luc and Michele, looking every bit like a modern couple in love, arrived at the gate of the now closed zoo, which was home to most of Africa's endangered animals. The Countess had for months and months been planning and preparing for the giant gala charity event to raise money for the museum. As a museum devoted to erotic arts, the Paris Institute of Oriental Arts was one of the more unusual in all of Europe, and as such, it was not one that received a lot of large donations from famous corporations. Most of the museum's patrons were a nich community of free love and free speech advocates from all over the world. However, despite the small numbers of Frenchmen and women, the museum was mainly supported by the expatriate community, of which, the Japanese were major contributors, especially Ambassador Mishima-san and the other European members of the legendary Tatenokai. Tonight's fund raiser expected to bring in at least a million dollars, especially since the Countess had promised the invited guest a demonstration of the Okapi mating ritual, an ancient sacrificial ritual that the Mbuti tribe of the Congo believed would bring them a bountiful hunt.
The Countess was hoping that the demonstration of the ancient ritual would help bring in the crowds, which it most definitely did, as Luc and Michele quickly found out as they were forced to wait in line for nearly 30 minutes, as the long que of patrons and likely voyeurs made their way, as darkness fell on Paris, into the suburban museum in Versaille. Most of the guests were dressed, as requested, in formal attire, for the Countess was still a member of high society, and she wanted to make sure that the news photographers had plenty of eye candy to choose from, especially with the arrival of her African patrons, many of whom were high level diplomats. Among the displays the Countess had arranged, were over a mile of informational and commercial booths on a variety of subjects, including ancient virility practices, the ongoing wars in the Congo, the saving of the African rain forest, tantric African sex potions, African herbal sex stimulants, etc...
After finally making their way through the entrance, Michele, who was by now cheered up from the devastating earlier news of her impending divorce, took Luc by the hand and set about to explore the zoo, including most importantly, the Okapi, whom Michele was still wary of letting touch her, despite the earlier assurances by the Countess. Sensing Michele's apprehension, Luc and her went to the open bar and asked for a drink, with Luc ordering his usual beer, and for the lady, a nice sweet glass of Mahala wine. The way Luc had figured, if Michele drank enough of the Mahala during their tour of the zoo, and their exploration of the many booths, where special surprises were sure to abound, then, by the time Michele saw the Okapi, she might be more open minded to helping the Countess at the end of the night.
At the entrance of the zoo, a large podium had been set up, around which were table and chairs for the guests to sit and dine on the specially prepared traditional Congolese meal of liboké de poisson (fish in banana-leaf), as well as exotic side dishes from all over the region. The meal was being specially prepared by members of the Congolese army's cooking school who, along with about 100 other men, had been flown into Paris, by the president of the Congo, to assist the Countess and provide security and domestic help for the event. Additionally, the Congolese president, because of his memorable sexual encounter with the Countess, during a royal visit to the region before the death of her husband, had also flown in over 50 of his most beautiful Eastern European and African consorts, all of whom were bare breasted and dressed in traditional native loincloths and tribal paint, to provide practical demonstration of many of the world's most unusual sexual practices.
As Michele and Luc made their way to their table, which was situated at the center, next to the podium, the couple found to their surprise that they would be sharing their evening meal with several familiar people, including the Russian ambassador, Katya Gorbachev, the Japanese ambassador, Mishima-san and his consort, who was dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono, as well as the Congolese ambassador, his consort, and the Congolese army officers whom she had been sandwiched in between at Katya's still infamous orgy. Also seated at the table were Atikur and Anjun, who had been assisting the Countess during the last several weeks in the final planning of the event. The brothers were also the ones who were supervising the actors in the Mbuti sacrificial ritual, which they truly hoped Michele would agree to take part in, for in their minds, no other woman, other than maybe Katya, would be willing to be a willing participant.
On stage behind the podium was the famous band, 'Out of Africa', a Congolese group in Paris, playing a mixture of jazz, tribal funk, and rhythm and blues. As Michele and Luc conversed with their dinner companions, Michele could feel both the wine and the music helping to relax her mind and take her worries off her husband, and instead as to the possibilities of what taboo adventures the night at the zoo might provide. Still, the thought of actually 'making it' with an animal was, in her mind, something that she could not quite yet picture. Maybe, Michele thought, by the time the ceremony began, she would be more accepting of the possibility, but first she would need to see just what an Okapi was.
Eventually, after all the guests had been seated, and another round of drinks had been served, the Countess appeared, from behind the stage, looking stunningly beautiful, sexy, and nearly 20 years younger in her glamorous see through tight black one piece gown and matching stilettos. The dress was just sheer enough to see, in the fading light of day, that the Countess was wearing a thong underneath and nothing more, just like Michele was, as well as most of the other female guests on that hot summer night. After making her appearance and going from table to table welcoming her guests, the band finally stopped playing as the Countess approached the podium, after which she spoke into the microphone and began her hand written speech,
"Bonsoir, et la bienvenue à ce que j'espère seront une partie passionnante et un temps instructif pour tous les patrons et invités du musée. As most of you may know, I am the Duchess of Yorkshire, the curator and main benefactor of our beloved museum, of which I am happy to boast, is one of the more popular ones in all of Paris. However, because of rising costs of operating a museum such as ours, I and the chairman of the board of directors, Gregoire Kincaid, whose significant other, Michele Hudson, is present in his absence, decided about over a year ago to hold a special benefit in the hopes of not only raising money, both for us as well as the terrible civil war in the Eastern Congo, but also to allow our patrons to connect to the culture of the Mbuti, whom have been the most directly affected victims of the corporate greed to exploit the regions natural resources, thus destroying the precious rainforest, as well as the ancient ways and practices of that dark and mysterious land. Thus, in a spirit of cooperation, the Congolese ambassador, General Mbeleke has graciously provided us tonight assistance in providing our patrons with a truly unique cultural experience (applause)."
"Merci général, comme le gouvernement et le peuple aimables du Congo, de fournir au musée leur appui constant. Merci (more applause)."
"For those of you unfamiliar with the Mbuti, as well as the region that formerly was called Zaire, imagine a land the size of Europe where there is a rainforest, the Ituri, that lies beyond the reaches of modern society. The people that currently live in this seemingly impenetrable forest are called the Pygmies. One tribe whose people would be considered 'pygmies,' are the Mbuti, whose culture we are celebrating her tonight. The Mbuti has a dwindling population of about 30,000 to 40,000 people. They live in bands or tribes of 15-60 people. These people have chosen to stay within the reaches of the rainforest for a long time. The first written history of the Mbuti is Egyptian. The Egyptians called the Mbuti the “pygmies” or the “people in the trees.” This was written around 2,500 B.C."
"Since the Mbuti have occupied the Ituri rainforest for so long, they know the forest very well. The Ituri rainforest is 70,000 square kilometers, or about 43,496 square miles, but, because of war and greed the size is dwindling. The rainforest is their home, food provider and at times their antagonist. Therefore the forest is an extremely large part of their lives, some might even say the forest is their life. The Mbuti refer to the forest as “mother” or “father.” I have observed, during my late husband's royal visit to the Congo many years ago, that the Mbuti, after having lived in the forest for so many centuries, have figured out how to utilize its gifts while keeping the antagonist in it as distant as possible. They and their ancestors have devised methods of gathering food. The men are the hunters and the women are food gatherers. Along with being gatherers they drive game animals into nets that the men are holding, including the magnificent Okapi, the male and female specimens of which all of you shall see later, when the clock strikes midnight, tonight in a practical and authentic demonstration of an ancient ritual."
"Since they hunt game, they have to move with the animals. Thus, the Mbuti homes are made of saplings with large leaves covering the round huts. This non-sedentary lifestyle takes less time but allows for a more balanced diet. The non-sedentary lifestyle gives more free time for stories and music. Along with stories and music, the Mbuti perform sacrificial animal rituals in order to keep the forest “spirit” happy. One of these rituals, which is the one you shall all have a chance to witness tonight, is called the Molomo, the details of which you will have to wait for when our Mbuti guests perform for us the ancient ritual that I just mentioned. However, in the meantime, I invite all of our patrons and guests to observe many of the other ancient animal rituals that are on display in nearly every corner of the zoo."
"As for the threat to the Mbuti, their native rainforest is one of filtered sunlight under a tall, dense canopy of trees, where deep quiet is punctuated by sounds of the many birds and animals who share the forest with the Mbuti, including the Okapi, the Hippo, the Elephant, to name just a few. For centuries their home had a constant, comfortably warm temperature, plentiful rainfall, moist air, and rich soil help to nourish the multitude of plants that grew there. In turn, this richness of flora sustained a broad range of animals, birds, and insects which became a food source for the Mbuti. As you see, the forest is the core element around which traditional Mbuti life flows. They sometimes refer to the forest as mother or father, acknowledging it as the source of their food, clothing, and materials for shelter. Mbuti reverence for the forest extends beyond being merely a source of supplies to viewing it as sacred, as a "deity" from which they ask for help and give thanks through their ritual ceremonies, including the molimo. They think of the forest as a place to return to for safety. However, thanks to war and corporate greed, the Mbuti's earthly mother and father are on life support."
"Although the Ituri forest may seem dense and impenetrable to outsiders, the Mbuti are at home in the rainforest and know its paths, valleys, and rivers intimately. They have great endurance and are able to orient themselves and travel long distances quickly and easily. Their skills as quiet, stealthy hunters allow great success at killing animals and birds to provide the needed protein for their diets. They also are wise gatherers of mushrooms, roots, and other vegetation, who know which items are poisonous and should be avoided. Other food sources include termites and honey, and plantains obtained through trade with Bantu villagers. They live in small groups of families, building camp sites of small, round huts from pliable saplings covered with large leaves to shed the rain. These villages are temporary, and are abandoned when the group moves on to an area with more plentiful game and vegetation. Each new Mbuti camp site is close enough to the periphery of the forest to provide relatively easy access to the particular Bantu village with whom each Mbuti group has a political and economic relationship."
"Yet, even though the Mbuti have lived in the Ituri Forest for many thousands of years, and it is even speculated that they might be the earliest inhabitants of Africa, their future as a distinct culture is now in real doubt. As I said earlier, the first recorded reference to "pygmies" was in the story of an expedition to the area by Egyptians around 2500 B.C. In that story they were referred to as the "people of the trees" and characterized by singing and dancing. By the time Homer and then Aristotle wrote about them, they were thought of more in mythical terms than as real people. In subsequent years, knowledge of the Mbuti decreased to the point of referring to them as subhuman monsters or creatures flying through the treetops. It was not until the 19th century, when explorers traveling in the Congo encountered the Mbuti, that these myths were corrected."
"Stanley's exploration of the region during this period resulted in Colonial exploitation, which created a ripple effect eventually felt by the Mbuti. Bantu villagers, who historically lived an agricultural lifestyle in adjoining regions, were forced from their land and migrated to the areas along the edge of the Ituri Forest. Over the years of contact, the Mbuti and the villagers have developed an unusual relationship where they are somewhat interdependent, yet fiercely guarded what independence they do have. Even today, the 21st Century, despite all of our bases on the moon, these competing tribes still both view the other as inferior; the villagers have assumed a position of authority and view the Mbuti as heathens from the forest, but a good source for cheap labor. And, since the villagers are afraid to enter the forest to hunt, the Mbuti are also their source for meat. In turn, the Mbuti depend on trade with the villagers for plantains and other supplies grown on village plantations.
From the Mbuti point of view, they have no obligation to the villagers. Instead, they acquiesce to their wishes only if it serves their purposes. Once that need is satisfied, they disappear back into the forest, regardless of any commitment they may have agreed to. This reciprocal relationship has punctuated by frequent highs and lows, depending on the situation. However, now, thanks to the continued desire of certain multinational companies, none of whom I will name here, the Mbuti face a new threat, corporate eviction from the Ituri forest. Even now, as we enjoy our dinner, there are airships encased with armor on their way to suck from the region all of its most precious natural resources, despite the civil war raging below where thousands of Mbuti have already been victimized by rebel forces."
"Thus, it is my sincere hope, that tonight, we can raise the awareness of the Mbuti people, by seeing and experiencing what will forever be lost, should the rebels and corporate pirates continue to rape and kill the people, as well as continue to rape and pillage the beautiful rainforest. Therefore, in a gesture of sincere friendship, I am asking that all of you find it in your hearts and pocket books to not only donate to the museum, but also make a matching contribution to the Mbuti relief fund on the way out tonight after the conclusion of our event."
"Merci beaucoup. Dieu vous bénissent tout, et Dieu bénissent l'Afrique!"
After the conclusion of her speech, the Countess was met with a thunderous applause, which brought her to tears. The Countess truly loved the beauty of Africa, both in its human form and its natural state. Most of her former lovers were dark black African's, both male and female, when she was an MI-6 station chief in Kinshasa, where she first met the current leader of the Congo, back when he was the chief of the country's intelligence service. The last the Countess saw of the man, she and her husband were being given an official state farewell, weeks before she became a widow. Since that time, she and the Congolese president had remained close friends and confidants. The civil war in the Ituri region was heartbreaking to the Countess, for many of her former African lovers had been killed in the all to frequent skirmishes and battles. Thus, after the death of one of her favorites in the recent months, the Countess decided to honor his memory and raise money for the relief effort in the area where his family reportedly still lived.
At the dinner table, as the band on stage played slow and soft African samba and reggae music, the discussion naturally turned toward what taboo delights and sights were awaiting the guests. The Countess simply smiled and said nothing as she gently turned the discussion towards Michele, who, with the exception of the very handsome Congolese ambassador and the lovely Japanese courtesan, all of those at the dinner table had made love to. The Countess regaled her dinner guests with a vivid description of her first encounter with the young lass, and how she tempting she looked in her skimpy and sexy white dress. As Michele listened, she felt herself blushing for all eyes were now on her now very hard nipples. The Countess, who sat next to Michele, squeezed her hand under the table and then, just as quickly, asked the Congolese ambassador to comment and expound on, for Michele's benefit, on just how the Africans of his tribe, the Mbuti, viewed the spiritual and physical relationship between the Mbuti women and the beast known as the Okapi. Upon hearing the question, which he had been expecting, the ambassador gave a knowing smile and began to tell regale the table with a history lesson and a folk tale that had been handed down to him a long time ago about the legendary animal...
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