Africans believed incredible things about snakes. They were spirits of demons and
malevolent ancestors, you died in agony in half a minute if they bit you, they never died
till sunset, they could catch their own tails in their mouths and roll like a hoop fast
enough to run down a galloping horse. Anyone who handled snakes was a dangerous wizard.
The hiss of the cobra had changed everything. It was suddenly a new game, with the two
Africans confronting him, the wizard white man. 
        "Get her clothes off, Jonas." 
        Cleopatra`s eyes grew bigger. Still lying on her side, she tried to wriggle away
from Jonas, but he held her and quickly cut away her tube top, her shorts and her panties,
all white. Her breasts flopped down on the rocks between the rails. She drew up her thighs
to try to cover herself. 
        Ainsley stepped back a few paces, unbuckled the ammo pouch and lifted the lid
enough for the cobra to squeeze out its head and flicking tongue. He grabbed its neck.
Jonas and Cleopatra flinched, their four eyes shining together in the moonlight. 
        "Don`t let her escape, Jonas." 
        "I got rope, sir. Maybe I tie her down and go away. Don`t like your
snake." 
       "Tie her on her back," said Ainsley, "spread out, with her head
against a rail." 
        Keeping the unhappy girl between himself and Ainsley`s hissing snake, Jonas
tugged at her hips and shoulders till her the back of her neck was tight against the
inside of one rail and her butt against the other. He jerked her arms back and tied her
forearms together behind her head, forcing her head forward so her chin dug into her
chest, almost choking her. She tried to cry out, but she could only whimper and gurgle. He
spread her thighs, wrenching her hip joints till he could bind her knees flat against the
other rail, forcing her to arch her body, raising her exposed crotch. 
        Ainsley`s hatred ate at his insides, low in his belly. Burning memories of his
sister mingled with the traitorous female nakedness lying across the tracks at his feet,
writhing, glistening with sweat in the moonlight. His head reeled. He stumbled toward the
girl, his penis painfully hard in his pants, holding the muscular Egyptian cobra firmly by
the neck and tail. Its muscular body thrashed in anger. The naked girl heard him coming,
but couldn`t turn her head. She opened her mouth to scream, but only managed a choked
whimper. 
        Jonas was sitting on a rail, watching from thirty paces away. 
        Ainsley crouched between Cleopatra`s legs, holding the cobra`s head above her
belly button, making sure the beast was aware of the girl. Its tongue flicked. Her eyes
were wide. Her breasts heaved. Holding her eye in the bright moonlight, he said,
"Talk now, Ange—" He shook his head to clear it. "Talk, mission bitch, or
you die like Cleopatra." His voice was thick. 
        "I know nothing." 
        Despite her great effort, he could barely hear her. Moonlight glimmered on the
contours of her body, on her sunken belly and the trembling tips of her breasts. He was
disgusted by her mat of coiled pubic hair, her empty female groin, the thin curve of
purple light on the edge of a damp and puckered vaginal lip. 
        He held the snake gently, letting it calm down, then, almost tenderly, he lay it
down between her thighs with its back curved over the track. Cleopatra kept her frightened
eyes on the serpent, scarcely breathing, motionless now except for her shuddering nipples.
He could only imagine the gruesomely demonic thoughts flashing through her mind as her
rational western education gave way to her horrific childhood superstitions. 
        "Will you talk now?" he hissed. "It`s your last chance." 
        She tried to spit at him, but could only manage to dribble saliva onto her
breastbone. 
        Ainsley felt the hatred again, the dizziness, the treachery of his sister.
"Have it your way, bitch."