"There's nothing that'll raise your blood pressure faster than a young, dark-eyed Moorish girl, mister. I don't care where you go, those little babes in Morocco have them all beat," the man informed me.
It was apparent that he based his preference on experience, not hearsay. And it was just as obvious that he was dying to fill me in on all the details. I leaned back in my chair and gave him my full attention, not speaking until he had finished the entire story of his Moroccan adventure.
"I left the old walled section of the city," he began, "and started strolling through the hilly streets on the outskirts. I'd been in Tangier only two days, but that was plenty long enough for me to find out what I needed to know. An old beggar who'd been pestering me gave me the information when I finally tossed him a coin and told him I'd give more if he'd tell me where the action was.
"At first he pointed down the dusty streets south of the mosque. But I'd already been there and seen what they had to offer. Oh, they had some good-looking women in the whore houses of that section, but I was interested in something special-something real young. When I told the old geezer what I was after, he broke out in a toothless grin, nodded his head in understanding, and directed me to the section of the city north of the great wall. Before I left him, he grabbed me by the arm and gave me one last warning. He said to be sure not to go there after dark, that Western men were tolerated there during the day but would be in big trouble if found there after dark.
"On my way there I saw some real cute little gals that whetted my appetite. They were invariably dressed completely in white, with sheetlike windings around their body that made me get hotter at the thought of letting my hands roam over the young body underneath. As I rounded a corner and started down a little lane, I could see an old woman beckoning in the distance. Although it was broad daylight, she wasn't the least bit furtive about her action. She approached me quickly and grabbed my sleeve, in the manner common to North Africans seeking your attention, and whispered something in my ear.
"I couldn't understand her words, but when she raised a hand about four feet off the ground-the height of a young Lolita-and cupped her palms to indicate the shape of a pair of little titties, I got the message fast, f nodded my head and I guess I must have been looking eager about wanting what she offered because she cackled in laughter as she led me deeper into the cluster of crowded stucco houses. I paid her a small tip-to her a rather large amount of money, I guess-then she showed me into one of the houses. I was glad to find that a woman was there who spoke English. I learned that she was the mother of the young girl I was about to meet, and the .old crone was the grandmother.
"She was direct and to the point. She named a price before I had even laid eyes on her daughter, but I was more than willing to pay it after she said, 'My Zanetha, mister, she just fourteen years old last month. You like the young girl, you will love my little Zanetha. She in bedroom now asleep. You go in, you look at her in bed, you take the covers off, play with her, she wake up and do anything you want. No one see you. No one know.'
"I paid her at once and started to enter the room indicated. Then the mother stopped me with one last request. 'You only not hurt my Zanetha, please mister. She tender. You do all you want in bed with her but not beat her, okay? What in her gown, in her panties, you see and touch, make you feel good. She speak some English. You tell her what you want, okay?'
"I gave her assurances I wouldn't hurt her daughter, which seemed to satisfy her, and then I stepped past the arabesque-design curtain and feasted my eyes on the girl. She was better than I expected. She lay on her side in a white, slightly soiled gown which was pulled up high on her dusky legs so I could see her panties. Her breathing was slow and even, and her firm little titties stood up proud and firm under the thin gown fabric. I kneeled down beside her and started running my hand over the smooth skin of her legs. This roused her out of her sleep and she stretched luxuriously* giving me a big sleepy smile. She raised her head and asked, 'You give my mother money to be with me, no? You want to play with me, do things.'
"In answer I stood up and took off all my clothes except my underpants, then sat down on the bed beside her. For some damned reason I felt a little embarrassed to have the kid see everything at first. It was the youngest little cunt I'd ever had. I guess I was thinking of what would happen to me in the states if I was caught with her. But the little devil wasn't a bit bashful. She sat up against the wall and slipped a hand underneath her gown through a fold in the front, moving it slowly to and fro.
" 'I bet you want see me here, huh? You want touch me here, feel my secrets, no? Why you keep on your short pants? I know what in there getting big right now while you look at me,' she said with a lascivious smile.
"It was obvious the kid was ready for whatever action I wanted, so I lost some of my false modesty and said, 'Go ahead and feel around in there, honey. Then you can take my "short pants" off while I see what you got under your gown.'
"From then on it was just like I'd always dreamed about. I ran my hands under her thin gown and felt her ribs and finally her little dove-soft titties. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I felt my cock reach its biggest size. She didn't miss a trick. She saw it sticking up hard against my underpants and put her hand on it. First she just played with the head of it through my underpants, but when I stripped her gown off and put my hands on her bare, taut nipples, she darted her hand under and grabbed my cock. That did it. The feeling of her hot little hand on the naked meat of my hard cock made me want to slap it into her little fourteen-year-old pussy.
"I stripped her gown off over her head and slipped my hand into her coarse, white linen panties. Her black eyes rolled and she nuzzled her head against my shoulder while she jacked me off. I could tell she must have done it before, too, believe you me! Soon she'd pulled my underpants down around my ankles and was really socking it to me with her nimble fingers. With one hand she carefully caressed my hairy balls and with the other she continued to give me a hand job on my hot cock. I squeezed her soft titties and rubbed her little nipples between my fingers with one hand while the other one was at work in her lap.
"When she felt my forefinger playing around in the hair of her cunt, she started squirming and egging me on by raising her ass up off the bed where I could get at her better. She kicked her panties off and lay down on her back in front of me. By that time I was having a hell of a time keeping myself from coming, but I wanted to get all the sex I could from the kid, so I held back and enjoyed it without shooting off. Her pussy had lots of hair for her age-about as much as a grown woman. The hot, silky folds of her little cunt were wet as hell, and the way she kept hunching against my hand made me sure she was ready to take the cock. I could hardly wait to feel the head of my big dick shoving its way into her tight pussy, but she had another idea that proved even better.
"Her head lay on the bed only a couple of feet away from my big red cock. She was naked as a jaybird and her long black hair trailed down over her shoulders and shook as she tossed her ass around. She looked up at me like the lecher she was and said, 'You like my mouth on you, yes? You like sucky-sucky, yes?' Then she twisted around and closed her soft lips around the head of my cock. God damn, man, that was pure heaven! From then on she jacked me off with her hand while she sucked me off with her hot little mouth.
"For a second I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to last long enough to fuck her in the pussy. But she proceeded to give me such a great mouth job, I soon didn't give a damn. Just before I came off, she put her own hand down where I was fingering her pussy and started forcing it faster and faster against her fat little pussy lips, half jacking herself off with my finger. That's when I shot off and filled her mouth with a gob of white come and she got hers at the same time.
"After it was all over, she got a wet rag and washed me off, then let me watch while she cleaned up. It was getting late and I didn't want to be there after dark, so I gave her a few nickels and dimes as a tip, dressed, then left. Everything I'd heard about getting young girls in Tangier had turned out to be true. It didn't cost much, and they were plenty easy to find. One of my business associates got to stay a month once in Tangier and he told me he had actually rented a young girl as a virtual slave for only a few dollars. She stayed at his rented hotel room and did everything he told her, and when he left, he sold her to a Frenchman.
"No doubt about it," he concluded, "that little Moorish girl was tops. A man'd have to go a long way before he found anything as sexy as that little babe was, take it from me."
I had listened without a word all during his tale. We were both awaiting planes at an airport bar at the time of our brief meeting, and he was more than a little intoxicated. His plane departed before mine, so I said goodbye to him without really becoming acquainted with the man. I am certain the alcohol he had consumed was largely responsible for his unusually frank and intimate confession to me. Still, I had no particular reason to doubt the facts themselves. I had been especially surprised at his intimation that actual slavery among girls of such young years is practiced widely in Tangier. My meeting with this talkative stranger proved to be the stimulus that resulted in my subsequent studies and research which have culminated in the preparation of this book of case histories.
I discovered that teenage sexual slavery was far from uncommon in Tangier-r-and that a number of other cities of the world are equally active in the participation in such phenomena. After interviewing several persons firsthand and collecting compendious notes on the subject, I then assembled the information in the present book.
In some of my earlier examinations of contemporary sexual practices, I have delved into other forbidden areas of which I felt the public should be apprised. As I have pointed out before, surely we are powerless to understand the diverse sexual aberrations being practiced unless we know about them, no matter how deplorable these acts may seem. In previous books like First-Time Sex, The Voyeur, Teenage Bestiality, and Deviate '69, I have attempted to shed light on some of today's hedonistic sex practices. In this book my purpose is the same-to provide intelligent adults with case histories which provide an intimate and unvarnished account of the important sociosexual problems which face the world as we enter the decade of the 1970s. It is my hope that the case histories which follow 'will provide the reader with an insight into the sordid details of the sexual slavery being perpetrated on teenagers around the world, and in so doing, to illuminate a dark subject that has thus far escaped thorough documentation.
Let us pause for a moment before proceeding to the case histories themselves to consider what others have-and have not-written on the subject of worldwide teenage sex slavery.
In Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Alfred C. Kinsey, Ward B. Pomeroy, Clyde E. Martin and Paul H. Gebhard, we find that "a considerable portion of the premarital coitus which males secure in most Oriental, North African, Continental European, Mediterranean and Latin American cultures is, apparently, secured from prostitutes rather than from girls who plan to marry males who have any social status." But the case histories you are about to read are concerned not with mere prostitution, but with complete sexual domination often over extended periods of time-outright slavery. The subject of slavery is one which is not treated in Sexual Behavior in the Human Female in spite of the wealth of research regarding other sexual matters.
In The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex, by John S, Yankowski, the author delineates the limits of his study as follows: "The concept of race employed here is that used by the U.S. Bureau of Census ... " and further, "Of our 500 respondents, 450 (or 90 percent) were white and 50 (or 10 percent) nonwhite." In investigating sex slavery in many different parts of the world as this book does, however, it develops that the large majority of the victims of sexual slavery are, not surprisingly, both non-American and nonwhite a& well.
And in William J. Fielding's Strange Customs of Courtship and Marriage, he reveals, "In the Andaman Islands, the women were said to have been held in common until quite recently. Every woman belonged to all men of the tribe, and resistance to any of them was a crime severely punished." This practice, indeed, is strongly related to slavery. But in this book, the emphasis is on persons who use slavery as a means, both of acquiring monetary remuneration-as did the mother of the girl mentioned at the beginning of this introduction-and also as a means of satisfying an individual sex hunger by utilizing teenagers in backward countries. We shall find many extra of this in the case histories that follow. From my experience in preparing this group of studies, it became apparent to me very early that there was little published material available on the subject and that I should be obliged to rely on actual in-person interviews and upon direct, firsthand information. In each instance I naturally gave my informants the assurance that I would change their names for obvious reasons. With that exception, the case histories which follow are completely unchanged and unaltered. In many cases I have even provided the exact dialogue which took place in order to render the event as completely authentic as possible.
CHAPTER ONE Khartoum, Sudan
The Sudan, a sprawling stretch of desert land directly south of Egypt, borders on the Red Sea for only a relatively short distance on its northeast corner. The rest of this country, a place right out of the Arabian Nights, is all inland under a burning sun. And the passions of its people are every bit as hot as its torrid climate.
According to The New Hammond World Atlas the major products of the Sudan include "cotton, senna leaves, sesame, dates, ivory, salt and gold." There is another product of the country that is equally famous among those who know it intimately even though it is not found listed in the average reference book. That product is young male and female slaves.
A young Italian student who lived there for some months as a language tutor gave me the details which follow. In Khartoum, the capital city which sits at the junction of the White Nile and Blue Nile rivers like a huge obscenely brilliant jewel, young teenagers are auctioned off like cattle. During his stay in the Sudan this Italian student, Antonio, resided in the palace of a rich sheik named Abu Ben Said. Because of his privileged status as a tutor of the sheik's immediate family, Antonio was able to learn the most intimate practices of the family-sexual, as well as social.
"I journeyed with Sheik Abu Ben Said many times to the slave auctions," Antonio told me, "and I know what I'm talking about when I say the sex life of him and other desert sheiks is fantastic. People who think the Roman orgies of my country were a big deal in their day ought to stay in the Sudan for a while. Wow!
"We'd go northwest of the main city toward Omduran. The slaves were auctioned in an old quarter of the city near the banks of the White Nile. At first I had to wait outside, but when Sheik Said knew me long enough to trust me, he allowed me to accompany him. He was a cultivated man who spoke several languages including Italian and English, and his sexual tastes were equally cultivated-well, jaded, I guess you might say. He was a big fat man, about forty-five, who had enjoyed every sex thrill you could think of at some time during his life. His favorite sex thrill was pederasty with adolescents. He claimed when a boy or girl got to be past their teen years they were past their prime. But at least he only used adolescents, never kids any younger like some sheiks do. There are plenty of Sudanese sheiks who groove on kids that are eight, nine, and ten years old or so! They don't even want the girl to have tits yet, or the boy to have hair around his cock.
"Once at the auction he pointed to a boy and girl sixteen years of age and confided, 'Mercy of Allah! Those two are brother and sister, I believe. Do you not see the familial resemblance? I must have that for my pleasures, Antonio.'
"He was right. And because they were brother and sister they came a little higher but he still bought them at a price ridiculously low by Western standards. Most of the slaves sold in Khartoum were the children of poor townspeople who could not support them and were more than ready to sell them to a rich sheik, thereby gaining money as well as the assurance that their children would never go hungry. The sexual servitude that the children would undergo was looked upon as a necessary evil.
"On the way to Sheik Said's palace we had to camp in the desert for two days since we traveled only at night to avoid the heat. During the early morning of the first day's rest the Sheik summoned the two new slaves to him to inspect them. The boy stood before Sheik Said with down cast eyes and his sixteen-year-old sister stood huddled close to him.
" 'What are you called?' he asked the boy.
" 'I am called Amel, and my sister is called Anyeta. We ... we will do whatever you order us, master. But please allow us to remain together, for we are more than brother and sister-we are twins."
" 'Ahhh, yes!' exclaimed the Sheik. He was happy to have so well-matched a pair of love slaves. 'And now let me see more of you!"
"The girl held back, but the boy took off his kaftan. The Sheik's eyes lighted up at the sight of the boy's firm torso and he eagerly told him to remove the rest of his clothing. Anyeta, whose dark eyes and ashen complexion perfectly matched her brother's, turned her head away from her brother's nakedness and the Sheik laughed. He thought neither of them could be virgins at the age of sixteen, and such modesty as Anyeta's made him chortle until his heavy black moustache drooped down over his goatee.
"Sheik Said liked nothing better than to plunge his huge old stiff prick into the ass of a smooth-cheeked young girl or boy, and I was sure he was getting ready to have his pleasure. I hardly expected him to allow me the same privilege. When I told him I didn't go for fucking assholes, he just laughed and said, 'In that case, Antonio, you must take your pleasure from the girl Anyeta while I part the ass cheeks of her brother. I believe you will find something to make your Italian prick grow hard when you lift her kaftan and peer between her legs. Go now and see whether she is a virgin! Fuck her, my son, while I do the same to her brother!"
"I'm twenty-five myself and don't feel the right age to be the Sheik's son by any means, but I was quite happy to take advantage of his offer. I'd only been a tutor at his palace for one week and I hadn't had a piece of ass* since I had left Rome. What a great surprise it was to find I was going to get to fuck the pretty sixteen-year-old!
"Sheik Said immediately had the boy begin removing his slippers and traveling robe. Finally the Sheik lay on his back in nothing but his silk underpants. He commanded the boy to play with himself while he watched, and as the boy obediently did as he was told, I saw the Sheik's big tool rise up from out of the fly of his underpants.
"Then I turned away from the Sheik and started to take the girl into my tent. I sure didn't want to waste time watching the old bastard fuck Amel when I could be feeling up Anyeta. But Sheik Said stopped me with a yell.
" 'No, no! Stay here in my tent with the girl,' he cried. 'I will enjoy this youngster's ass much more by watching you fuck his sister! Lie there before us, please, and do what you will with Anyeta while I fill Amel's asshole with my cock, if you please."
"The Sheik made it sound as though he was asking me, but I knew his request was as good as a command from him since he was my host. I did as he said in spite of the fact I'd never made it with a girl in front of anyone. And I'm not gay, so I sure as hell hadn't seen any man shove his tool up a boy's ass.
"I started to have Anyeta take off her kaftan, but she beat me to the punch. It was very strange. She was very shy about it and yet she was very seductive at the same time.
" 'The Mighty One has given me to you at this time,' she said, referring to the Sheik, (so I am ready to do your bidding. What would you have me do? Do you desire to see my breasts and the girl's treasure between my legs?"
"Her attitude floored me. It was surprising enough to be given her favors by the Sheik, but it was even more exciting to have her offer herself to me so abjectly. I could hardly wait to see the naked body concealed beneath her thin kaftan. She prostrated herself before me and said, 'Command me, o master, and I will obey.'
" 'First lift your garment high so I can see the rest of your legs,' I told her. She did as I ordered, and I was treated to the sight of a lovely, slim pair of legs more beautiful than any I had ever seen in my homeland. I could see all the way up to the tight legband of her underpants. She was too poor to have silk underwear or even cotton underwear. Her underpants were of a coarse, off-white flaxen material that was rough to the touch. In the absence of Western-style elastic there were drawstrings drawn tightly through the legbands and waist of the garment. I could spot a few stray pussy hairs peeping out near her inner thigh.
"My mouth started to go dry. I told her to raise her kaftan up over her head and to toss it into the corner. She kept her head shyly turned down toward the ground, but she did as I said. Underneath, she wore a loose-fitting undergarment over her tits something like the top half of a T-shirt. I could tell then that she had a terrific set of tits on her, and she was just the right age to have them full as could be, with no trace of sagging. As I watched her she turned her torso self-consciously in an attempt to conceal the ripe fullness that jutted out from her chest. She knew she had to do as I said, but she was still very shy about it.
"I began to feel very excited by the power I had over her. I remembered the Sheik's desire to know if she was a virgin, so I started questioning her before even allowing myself the thrill of touching her.
" 'Have you let a man inside your clothes before? Do you know what it's like to feel a man's prick inside you? The Sheik wants to know if you're a virgin,' I said to her.
"I think if she hadn't been so dark-complexioned, she would have blushed at the question. 'You ... you may see for yourself, my master,' she answered. 'I will undo the drawstrings for you and show myself to you. My ... my girl's treasure has been entered by only one person although I am sixteen, I am nearly a virgin.'
"Then she confessed, 'Only my brother has entered me. Do not be angry with me for that, please. You are not from this land. Here brother and sister often learn the secrets of each other's nakedness before any other person.' Her words shocked me less than they excited me. Somehow the idea of her letting her brother fuck her-her twin brother, no less-was very stimulating to me. My cock was growing long and hard as I looked at her naked legs and stomach.
"I reached over and started unloosening the drawstrings of her underpants. 'Take off your top piece,' I told her. 'I want to see your tits naked in front of my face while I take your underpants off over your ankles.'
"She seemed glad I wasn't angry with her for her admission of incest and was even more willing to please me than before. She placed a hand on each side of the garment covering her big tits and drew it off over her head to reveal them to me. I was really getting hot by then. She saw the outline of my cock through my pants and asked, 'Do you desire my hands to caress your manhood?"
"I was beyond talking about it. I fell forward and took one of her firm big tits into my mouth as I finished untying her underpants drawstring. She inhaled quickly at the touch of my lips on her jutting nipple and I felt her shudder as I jerked her underpants down her legs and firmly inserted my hand between her legs. She knew what I wanted and went inside my pants with both hands. She came out with my cock between her fingers and started skinning it up and down.
"I'd been so busy with Anyeta I hadn't noticed the Sheik's progress with her brother. I heard a noise in their direction and turned to see the boy sitting in the Sheik's lap sliding up and down on his big fat prick while the Sheik's arms were around him from the rear. The Sheik was giving Amel a furious hand job. He looked over to see Anyeta jacking me off while I finger-fucked her pussy and sucked her tit, and then he called out, 'Stick your cock into the girl's ass, Antonio. Ram it up her ass and you'll see it's better fucking than her cunt!"
"He was breathing hard as though he was about to come as he yelled to me. His face was all red and he was huffing and puffing with each stroke of his cock up Amel's tight asshole. 'You'll see why I like fucking assholes so much when you do it yourself. Have you never fucked anyone in the ass before, Antonio? Mark my word, the girl's asshole will be a better fuck for you than her cunt!"
"But I was not caught up in the passion for pederasty that seemed to consume my host, so I ignored his advice and kept sucking Anyeta's marvelous tit while she jacked me off. I was building up a full head of steam and needed more action, so I hugged her close and whispered into her ear as I kept up the hand job on her pussy.
" 'Give me your face on it now,' I hissed between my teeth. 'Tongue it for me, Anyeta!"
"She immediately knelt down, saying, 'Yes, master, yes! I do as you command!' and put her luscious lips around the hot head of my throbbing prick.
"Her words were slurred as she spoke so that I knew my fingers were succeeding in making her pussy plenty hot. As soon as her mouth was tightly closed on my cock, I felt a surge of passion shoot through the entire length of it.
" 'Suck it hard, baby! Suck it good! That's the way!' She was really giving me a beautiful blow job. I grabbed a double handful of tit and felt her nipples heat the palms of my hands like coals of fire. I heard a gasping sound and looked over to see the Sheik going down on Amel's swollen cock from the side as he continued his own prick up the boy's asshole. I would never have thought anyone so fat could manage the position, but the Sheik was having no trouble at all. The noise they were making told me they were both about to get their rocks off soon. I was suddenly filled with the desire to sink my cock into the tender meat of Anyeta's fine pussy. I gripped her tits hard and raised her head up from my lap, flinging her over onto her back and falling across her delicious naked front as she squirmed and twisted with increasing frenzy.
"When I socked my cock into her, she let out a low, deep sigh and strained her hot stomach and tits against me. I felt her little ass start to move faster as her wet pussy slapped hard into me every time I made a stroke. I was sweating a lot, and she was wet with it from armpits to ankles. I buried my nose deep in her black hair and smelled an exotic scent very sweet, yet totally unfamiliar to me. Mixed with the erotic aroma of her hot pussy, the smell of her was almost enough to make me come all by itself. But her fine, hard ass and her giant tits were the best part of the action. I dropped my hands from her tits to the cheeks of her ass and drove my stiff prick deeper into her sixteen-year-old cunt with every powerful shove.
"I felt her grab my ass with one hand and my shoulder with the other and I knew she was as close to coming as I was. 'Madre Mia!' I yelled as I felt it coming on.
" 'Ah! Ahhhh, Allah be praised!' she screamed and double-timed her ass until she came off like a pistol. Just then I hit my peak and emptied a thick stream of hot, white come into her pulsing pussy.
"When the Sheik heard us coming, it excited him anew even though he'd just finished getting his rocks off in the boy's ass, so he pulled Amel to him and commanded him to start sucking his limp cock. While the girl and I watched from a few yards away, her brother sucked and sucked on the Sheik's tired tool until at last it stood up hard and proud again. A few minutes later the Sheik got his rocks off for the second time and then lay resting for several minutes.
"Soon he called over to where we were lying and ordered Anyeta to fetch a wet rag and clean us off. She rose and left the tent, returning shortly with the rag. First the Sheik wanted to be washed off, and after she had done that job satisfactorily, he sent her over to do the same for me. Then he had her wash -off her brother. Sheik Said had overheard her tell me of their incest and used the knowledge to joke with them.
" 'So, you two are not only twin brother and sister, but lovers as well, eh? Well, don't worry. You need not give each other up because you have been purchased by me. Have I not purchased you for my pleasure? I believe it may please me to see you fuck and suck each other. Then you shall be satisfying yourselves and myself at the same time, no? We will see what I decide to have you do when we reach my palace. As for now, we must all sleep, for we have many miles to travel tonight after the sun goes down and the moon rises."
"For the next few days after we got back home to the palace, Sheik Said amused himself often with his new slaves. He had others, of course, but Amel and Anyeta were new. And to someone as jaded as the Sheik, newness meant a lot. He asked me how I liked fucking Anyeta and laughed benevolently when I told how much I'd enjoyed her. He remarked that she would be ten times better when fucked in the ass instead of in front, but this didn't surprise me. I knew him well enough by then to know that he was a confirmed pederast. If he'd been presented with the most beautiful girl in the world he'd have insisted on fucking her asshole instead of her cunt, no matter how she had tried to get him to do it the regular way.
"I also knew very well that the Sheik was just as fond of a boy's ass as a girl's, and probably a lot more so. Since he was a switch hitter, I half expected him to put the make on me, but he never did and I'm glad he didn't because I couldn't have gone for it. Later on I decided the only reason he never wanted my ass was because of my age. Twenty-five was too old for his tastes. If a girl or boy was out of their teens, he lost all interest. I guess my psychology teacher back in Rome would have called him not just a pederast, but definitely a pedophilic pederast because his sex partners always had to be young and tender.
"The Sheik had all kinds of pictures and paintings on the walls of his bed chamber showing guys fucking people in the ass. He even had one big painting of himself doing the fucking. It showed him mounting the young, firm ass of a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy. Whenever he was giving one of his slaves the business in his bed chamber, he liked to have the pictures around to give him extra satisfaction. And if the teenager he was slamming the meat to liked the pictures, too, so much the better. Whenever he'd allow me to have a piece of pussy, he always had me do it in his bed chamber so he could watch while he fucked someone himself. I must admit that seeing him use the 'brown hole' so often, coupled with all the pictures on the wall, made me sort of begin to be turned on to the idea.
"One day the Sheik decided to add a little spice to the proceedings by having a couple of little teenage boys bugger each other while he threw the meat to Amel. He'd fucked Anyeta several times, but he seemed to prefer her brother's ass to hers, which was lucky for me because I wouldn't have enjoyed any kind of sex scene with Amel if the Sheik had wanted the girl all the time. One of the teenagers was about fourteen and the other about thirteen but it was clear they were both very accomplished at buggering each other from the first time they went into action.
"Sheik Said let me have Anyeta to play with while he toyed with Amel. Each couple reclined on a giant cushion while the young boys put on a show for us. First they just sat masturbating each other, but before long they were hugging and kissing just like a man and woman. All the time they were at it, the Sheik had Amel playing around with his cock. As for me, I was more than happy to get my hands on young Anyeta's body again. I had her sit in front and to the side of me so I could play with her tits through her kaftan at the same time she skinned her hand up and down my cock. Since the Sheik had bought the twins, he had outfitted them both in attractive new clothes and Anyeta's colorful, tight-fitting new kaftan made her look even more sexy than she'd looked when I first got into her. Her old drawstring-type underpants had been replaced by sheer silk panties cut from the same cloth as the Sheik's underpants. She still wore no brassier, but she confined her big firm tits in a kind of tie-around, halter-like affair that made them stand out in breathtaking outline over her flat stomach.
"It only took a short while for the Sheik to get hot and ready for Amel's ass. The two boys putting on the show had gotten beyond kissing and masturbating and were engrossed in pumping away in the favorite manner of the Sheik. I saw Anyeta glance over at the spectacle of the big cock reaming out her brother's asshole, and for a moment I felt a little envious because the Sheik's tool was somewhat bigger than mine. Anyeta was jacking me off so well that I soon forgot about it and turned my attention to her fine, smooth young body. I kept kneading the solid meat of her tit with one hand and let the other one fall down into her silk panties. She smiled like she always did when I finger-fucked her and strained against my hand like she couldn't get enough.
"We were still in a sitting position, but I knew I panted to get her on her back very quick. Since I was sitting slightly behind her, I had a good view of her beautifully rounded little ass-a part of her I hadn't paid much attention to before. I guess all the buggering going on around me finally got to me, because I suddenly saw her bottom in a brand new light. I got her down on the floor all right, but not the way I'd intended to earlier. I flipped her on her tits and tummy and stuck my hard cock up her ass before she hardly knew what was happening. She might have been scared a little if it had been her first time, but having the Sheik's rod up her asshole must have gotten her to liking it more than I'd suspected. As soon as she felt me part her delicious cheeks she started jamming up against me like a bitch in heat.
"The Sheik noticed what was happening and started yelling out, 'Ah, so my Italian son is at following my example! Continue, my son, continue!"
"I could tell he was getting a big thrill out of watching us. Counting the two young boys in front of us, there were now three couples buggering. The Sheik whipped himself into a frenzy, and right after he saw the two young boys come, he gave a tremendous yell and shot his wad up Amel's ass. Amel shot off when he felt the Sheik's hot love spurting up his crack, and the sight of all the passion drove Anyeta and me to a wonderful climax. From that day on I have myself been addicted to fucking girls in the ass. I wouldn't have thought it before, but the old Sheik was right. The 'brown hole' is ten times better than the pussy."
Antonio informed me that he had remained a tutor in the Sheik's palace for almost a year and that during that time he had occasion to witness many purchases of slaves. It was Antonio's firm belief that if more Westerners had heard about the little-known slave market in Khartoum, there would have been a veritable deluge of bidders from the outside world. The prices were so low, he maintained, that most average businessmen in Italy or the United States could have easily become the owner of personal sex slaves of their own. From the results of my other investigations into the matter of teenage sex slaves, I must agree with my young Italian informant.
CHAPTER TWO: Southern Mexico
In the last case history the perversion of pederasty seemed equal to, or perhaps even of greater consequence than, the attendant sexual aberration of pedophilia. In this case history, however, the entire motivating force is pedophilia with female love objects. Pedophilia, or sex relations between adult and child, may be directed by either sex toward either sex. In the case we are about to consider, the adult was an American male, aged forty-five, and his sex partners were all females--Mexican girls ranging in age from a youthful thirteen to a scandalously immature seven years of age!
Dale Hendricks was a man who had known and loved Mexico for years. Just how well he had known the country and certain of its inhabitants was a secret from all save a very few close friends and myself. When Mr. Hendricks heard of my research, he was willing to furnish me with the entire details of his pedophilic contacts as soon as I convinced him that I would not use his real name. I recorded the interview in order to insure complete documentation of every word he spoke.
"I've always had a yen for them little 'Lolita' girls since way before that fellow wrote the book, but I never knew anyone else was like me until I read that book Lolita some years back. 'Course, I like 'em even younger than that, too," Hendricks snickered, "but I'll tell you all about it before I'm through.
"I've lived in Colorado most of my life. A man can really get in trouble in the states for monkeyin' around with a kid, so I was always real careful about it. As a matter of fact I never did get to do everything I wanted 'til later on in Mexico. Oh, twice I was able to feel a little girl up without her telling her folks. The first one was about eleven or so and the second one was thirteen. But all I got to do was get my hands in their panties for a few seconds and hug 'em a lot. And then one time when I was .working in Colorado Springs, I even made out a little I better than that. Then the little gal was only eight or nine. I managed to get her off by herself and take her panties down where nobody could see us. I gave her a good, long bit of fingerin' in her little hairless pussy and even talked her into jacking me off 'til I came right in front of .her. She thought it was great fun and wanted to do it again, but I was afraid to run the risk of meeting her a second time.
"It was in Mexico where I really made out though. I was working for a construction company in Colorado that got a contract to do some work down there. It just lasted a few weeks, but man, the trip I made down there changed my whole life. I go down there all the time now on vacation, and since I'm better off financially than I was when I made that first trip, I even stay for months at a time now.
"You go down south a long ways beyond Mexico City to the state they call Chiapas. That's the part of Mexico that sets right up against the Guatemalan border. In the area between Tuxtla Gutierrez and Tapachula there's a lot of Chiapas Indians. That's the place for some of the cutest little girls you'd ever expect to see. And the best part of it is you can do a hell of a lot more than look at 'em! See, a lot of the people that live in that part of Mexico are full-blood Indians rather than Mexicans. You know, Mexicans are a cross between the Spaniards that landed there looking for gold and the Indians they found when they got there. Today you won't find many full-blood Indians and where you do find them, they're usually very poor. The Mexicans haven't taken much better care of their Indians than we have of ours here in America, so they have a pretty rough time making ends meet. Most just do enough farming to keep them and their families alive and whenever they get a chance to get a little money-say from an American tourist-they take advantage of it. You get what I mean?
"Their women are pretty loose with pussy, but they have to live such a hard life that they look like hell by the time they're eighteen. You gotta get to 'em while they're still young. 'Course guys wouldn't even give 'em a second glance. Too young! But those of us that like 'em real young-and I know damn well there's other guys that do because I've met a few-well, man, it's just a fuckin' paradise, that's all!
"My first trip there, I was staying with a crew of ten men. Since most every Mexican town has its own whore house it didn't take the guys long to find one near us. Now me, I'll fuck a grown woman if I have to, but I like a youngster a thousand times better. The whore I got on my first trip was in her early twenties and pretty fair-looking, but she was much older than I prize. My favorite age is from about thirteen down to eight or so. Hell, man, they don't have to have titties for me to like 'em. To me there ain't anything much more exciting than a little girl who hasn't even grown pussy hair yet. On the other hand I go crazy over a girl of twelve or thirteen who's just raised the titties up on her chest and ain't sure what to do with them yet-Jesus, just the thought of it gives me a hard-on. Anyway, I asked this whore how old she was and she told me, and then after I paid her, she looked at me with a big grin and asked me if I liked girls younger than her.
"I wasn't sure how to take her question. You have to be careful about such things, you know, especially when you're in unfamiliar country. But when I told her the truth, she told me she could put me in touch with some younger girls. I was a little leery of her, but the thought of getting into the panties of some real young snatch was too much for me. She wanted only twelve pesos to do it. Hell, that's a little less than a dollar in American money, so I figured, what have I got to lose?
"I paid her and she told me to meet her the next night and she'd take me to where the chamecas were. She explained that chameca is the Mexican word for young girl and that she was a Chiapas Indian herself. She told me she'd played around with guys when she was only ten or eleven, so she knew that some guys go for kids that age. She was willing to take me to her Indian village for the pimp's fee of twelve pesos. To her it was like free money if she didn't have to fuck for it. Another good thing was that I didn't have to worry about her blabbin' about it to anyone because she would have gotten in trouble herself with the girls she worked with for taking away their business. I think she also suspected I'd be pleased enough to give her a nice tip, but she didn't say.
"I met her and she took me to the village, but she said I shouldn't go there at night without them .knowing me first. She was just showing me where it was, she told me, so I could go there the next day by myself. That didn't sound too good to me, but she claimed there'd be no trouble whatsoever. She said the mothers and even the fathers would 'look the other way' at their young daughters letting an older guy play around with them as long as he paid for it. And that's the real laugh-I later found out that I could have a young girl suck me off for only one peso! That's just five cents American money! And for ten dollars American money they'll actually sell you a little girl as a slave. You can take her wherever you want to with you. Of course it's almost impossible to get one back across the border with you because of the immigration people, but the fact remains that they'll sell you a girl outright if you want to buy her.
"The whore did as she promised, and the next day I went to a spot near the village and prepared to do as the whore had told me. She claimed I could get all the little girls I wanted at a very low price if I did as she outlined, so I listened close and the next day I did just as she'd told me to do.
"I went to a spot about a half mile from the village where the little girls usually went to play. Strangely enough, the boys and girls of the Chiapas tribe generally keep to themselves 'til well after puberty and longer, so I didn't have to worry about any little boys being around to gum up the works. Sure as shit, man, it was just like the whore had said it would be. About an hour after I got there I saw three young girls coming down a dirt trail out of the hills. As soon as I caught sight of them, I felt my heart race. All three were cute as a bug's ear. The oldest one was about twelve, I guess. I could see the titties had just started to grow on her chest enough to barely make an impression through the cheap cloth dress she wore, and her long legs made her the tallest of the three. The other two appeared to be about the same age, ten maybe. I couldn't see the slightest trace of titties on them, and they both had the same kind of dress, so I'd have been able to spy some titty development if they'd been old enough to have any.
"The trail they were coming down was pretty steep, so I got a pretty good look up their skirts as they ambled on down toward the grove of cactus where I was standing. A stray gust of wind lifted the skirt of the tallest one high for a split second, but during the short time that I was able to see up it, I felt my cock getting hard. The little darling wasn't wearing a sign of any panties. Not a damn thing covered the soft junction where her brown little legs met, so for that split second I caught sight of a fine little scraggly muff of curly black hairs. I couldn't wait to touch that young bitch's round little ass that was hiding underneath her skirt. As for the other two, their black flashing eyes and their clean limbed, thin figures made me ready and willing to tongue their pussies as soon as they'd let me get my head up their skirts.
"They still hadn't seen me because they were chattering away. I wasn't worried about the fact that I spoke no Spanish or Indian language because of what the whore had told me, even though I had no idea what they were saying. Finally, one of the little ones caught sight of me, and to my surprise, she started whooping and yelling to the other two and they all three came running just like they'd been expecting me. When they got up to me, they were all very bashful considering the show they'd put on running down the hill, but they still had enough confidence to put the bite on me. It was evident they didn't expect me to give them anything for nothing. They stood around changing from one foot to the other while I devoured their loveliness with my eyes. The tall one saw me staring at her and flashed me a big smile as she giggled and chattered a few words to the other two.
"I said in English, 'Hi.' Then, pointing to myself, I said, 'Dale.'
"Right away they seemed to catch that I was identifying myself. One of the younger ones piped up and said, 'Maria?' Then the other two identified themselves as Teresa and Lupita, by pointing their fingers at themselves. I couldn't help noticing that Lupita, the tallest one, was accidentally holding her forefinger pointed toward one of the slight mounds jutting out under the upper part of her dress. I took advantage of it and pretended to believe I thought she was referring to her titty when she told me her name.
"I said, 'Teresa?' and one nodded her head affirmatively, 'Maria?' and the other young one nodded the same way. Then I pointed my forefinger to Lupita's small titty and asked, 'Lupita?' That broke her up and made them all laugh out loud. All had perfect white teeth, I noticed, which presented a luscious appearance next to their naturally red, full lips.
"Lupita corrected my error and Maria bent over to scratch her knee, allowing me to see a long way up her young, firm-fleshed leg. When she saw me looking, she playfully leaped a step away as though she thought I was going to touch her. Since that's exactly what I had on my mind, I decided it was time to get down to business. I took a penny out of my pocket and showed it to them. Immediately they started clamoring for it by shaking their hands in the air almost in front of my face. Once or twice one of them brushed against me and sent a wave of heat shuddering into my prick. So far, so good. I went ahead and did what the whore had told me to do next.
"I pointed to Lupita and motioned for her to come nearer, still holding the coin in my hand. She came up close enough for me to touch, and I motioned the penny toward her and at the same time pointed to her titties. It worked even better than I had hoped. She broke into a naughty smile and shook her head up and down, then took my hand in hers and pointed to a big rock near some cactus. Then she jabbered a few words to her companions, and they giggled and sat down together in the shade a hundred yards or so from the rock Lupita had pointed to, but the damp heat of Lupita's hand in mine excited me so much that I wouldn't have known what the other two had said even if they'd been speaking English.
"Lupita and I sat down on the other side of the rock so the other two couldn't see us. She turned to me with a coquettish smile and placed her fingers underneath her titties outside her dress. She looked at me questioningly and held out her hand for the penny. A sharp trader, I thought to myself. I'd give fifty bucks to play with this little babe's titties in the states, and here she wants to be sure she gets her penny before she lets me have a feel.
"I handed her not one penny but three-and I thought she'd go out of her mind with joy. She was so pleased, she took my hand and placed it on her chest. At last I had my hands on her! I played around with a titty 'til I felt the nipple harden through her thin dress and called her attention to what the nipple was doing by placing my other hand on its tip. She grinned and rolled her eyes, nodding her head up and down enthusiastically. I guess my 'generous payment' really opened her up, because the next thing I knew, she had taken my hand in hers and placed the tips of my fingers in contact with the bare skin exposed by a vertical slit in the front of her dress where buttons had once been sewn. Her clothes were clean, but they were in a bad state of disrepair and her dress had various torn places in it that gave me a delicious view of the soft brown skin of her ribs and stomach.
"When my fingertips touched her naked skin, I could barely contain myself. I pushed my hand on into her dress and felt her stomach and ribs, then I opened the slit wider to admit my other hand and slowly let down the top of it. Sonofabitch, man, you should have seen those little tits! They were between the size of black olives and plums-and so firm, they looked to be made of muscle. She shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall down around her waist. She sat there looking at me with a very bold expression considering how slow I'd had to go in order to get her titties naked. But she kept a hand in her lap so that the one-piece dress couldn't slide any lower by accident, I started milking those little boobies real gentle and slow like. In just a little while I leaned over closer to her and started to see what she'd do if I put my mouth on one. She pushed her chest forward with no shame as if to show me she was plenty proud of her fine little titties.
"My cock was acting up something fierce inside my pants. She saw it moving and pointed to it and smiled. She chattered something I couldn't understand, but when she held out her hand for more coins, I got the idea mighty fast. I shoved nine or ten pennies into her hand and ripped open my fly. My big thick prick jumped out and she grabbed it in her small hands and started massaging it in an awkward way like she'd never handled one before. That hardly mattered, though, because I was so fucking hot from feeling her naked titties and nipples and having her hands in contact with my naked prick that I was already about to shoot off.
"I heard a tittering behind us and looked around to see Maria and Teresa watching us and getting a big charge out of it. I thought Lupita wouldn't want to have me play with her in front of her companions, but when she saw them, she only grinned and twisted around so they could get an even better view of my cock. I thought, Well, hell, if she don't care, I sure don't. If those little Indian ginger snaps like watching my cock get a workout, more power to them. Lupita and I both more or less ignored them then while we concentrated on each other. I couldn't stand it another minute without my hand up her dress, so I reached underneath and let her feel my fingers leap into her sparse pussy hair. It gave me a large charge to be playing in the pussy hair that I'd barely managed to catch a glimpse of on their way down the hill. I wanted to fuck her like she was a grown woman then. The discovery that her pint-size pussy was wet and runny made me hanker for the feel of my cock squishing up into it. I pulled her dress up over her head and started to slip the head of my cock in when I noticed she was having her period. No wonder she'd been so damned wet down there! It's a wonder I hadn't found out before, but I guess I just wasn't expecting a girl as young as her to be having a period.
"I was so hot from being on the verge of having my cock in her cunt that I was about to explode. I said, 'Come on, Lupita, suck it for me. Lick it for me, honey!' In my urgency I'd forgotten she could hardly understand a word of English. I got around that by jamming my hand in my pocket and coming out with a quarter. I flipped it to her and pushed the back of her neck downwards. She knew what I wanted and didn't have any qualms about giving it to me. Oh shit! I thought, when I feel her lips, I'm gonna blow sky high. And that's just what I did. She hadn't had my tool in her mouth thirty seconds before I exploded inside her little mouth like a ruptured water main. I grabbed her by the tits and humped her in the face, squeezing every last drop of come out into her mouth before I let go and fell back on the ground completely satisfied.
"Lupita got up and started shaking the sand off her dress and yelling something to Maria and Teresa while holding the quarter and pennies in her hand and shaking it. I didn't even get to make the poor little thing come off! I thought to myself. But she seemed plenty happy with the spare change I'd given her, so I didn't feel too bad about it.
"I sat up and started to zip my pants back up when I saw Maria and Teresa running toward me from where they'd been watching us. Lupita had gone and sat down where they'd been sitting and they were jabbering something to me a mile a minute and holding their hands out. It suddenly dawned on me that they wanted in on the action. They'd seen the coins I'd given Lupita-especially the quarter-and they apparently wanted to earn a few coins themselves. Any other time I'd have been hot for it, but hell, I'd just gotten through shooting my wad. Besides, it was my first time there and I was still a little wary of the situation.
"But these little Mexican jumping beans had other ideas. They'd seen me with Lupita and lost whatever fear they had of me earlier. Kiss my ass, if they both didn't stand right in front of me, raise their dresses and point their fingers at their hairless pussies! They pointed to Lupita, then back to their own little snatches, showing me that theirs wasn't bloody like hers! It was really too fucking much. These two dark-eyed little girls not even into their teens, both with unblemished complexions and slim, firm legs and torso-and offering me their pussies for pocket change!
"I'd thought my prick was done for-at least for a while. But looking at those two waving their little cunnies in my face brought it back to life faster than I thought possible. I tossed them three dimes and a nickel, and they were on the ground beside me in seconds. I showed them with gestures exactly what I wanted them to do. Teresa looked to have a slightly larger cunt than Maria, so I had her lie down on her back and draw her dress up over her head so I could get at her from above. I'd never had my prick in a child as young as her before and I was dying to feel her tight little pussy lips around the head of it. Since both girls were real short, I had Maria lie down directly behind Teresa so I'd be able to reach over the length of Teresa's body, as I fucked her, and stick my tongue into Maria's slit. I was so hot to get underway, I was trembling like a leaf.
"I made both strip off entirely for the scene. I wanted to enjoy their naked little bodies thoroughly, with no goddamn rags to cover and hide their porcelain-smooth olive flesh. Teresa caught on real fast to what I wanted them to do. She slid under me and started giving me a hand job before I even started playing with her cunt. With Maria underneath, and her feet above Teresa's head, there was plenty for her to do in front of me just as I'd planned. She wriggled her little ass and spread her crack wide so I could see everything the little thing had. I was already getting damned hot from having Teresa play with my cock and balls, so Maria's tiny hairless cunt looked mighty good to me. I put my arms up and grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass, letting her bare feet slip into my armpits, then I dove in and started tickling her inner thighs with my lips. Down below, Teresa was going wild with my newly stiffened cock. She would jack me off with her fingers, rub the head of it against her fleshy mound, then repeat the process. Don't ever let anyone tell you a ten-year-old hasn't got a lot of juice in her pussy! That little Teresa had a cunt full of love juice before you could say Caramba!
"As for Maria, I could damned well see her cunt. I should have been able to. After all, my face was right up against her crotch. I had finally worked my lips up the inside of her smooth leg until my mouth was on the verge of touching her pussy. She was beginning to move around and dig her little ass in the ground from the feeling she was getting. I stuck my tongue out slow and tender and finally let it touch the tiny, pea-sized clit at the top of her crack. You'd have thought I rammed a poker up her asshole from the way she jumped! Then I covered it completely with the full width of my tongue and heard her start moanin' and groanin'. I went ahead and ate out her cunt until she got her rocks off, then I devoted all my attention to Teresa. She was very near her peak anyway and when she heard Maria coming and felt me sink my cock into her tender young pussy deeper and faster, she came, too. I pumped a hot, white wad of cream into her without worrying a bit. I knew she was too young to get pregnant so I didn't have to hold back.
"The last I saw of the three was two weeks later when the company I was working for finished its contract in the area, but I'd managed to have plenty of sex with the little girls during my stay. The next year I went there on my vacation and stayed a month and I've been going back ever since. You may think that's a long way to go for pussy, but there ain't nothing like that in Colorado, that's for sure. It's cheap and it's safe, and you can bet your ass I'm goin' back there plenty often. Hell, I can get more young pussy there in two days than I could get during my whole lifetime in Colorado!"
Although Mr. Hendricks indulged for the most part in simple prostitution with the underage Indian girls, it is important to note that he could, if he had chosen, been able to buy a girl for use as a permanent sex slave. The problem was simply one of transporting her to the United States. But what of the many Americans who have gone to Mexico to retire? As permanent residents of the country, it would be a simple matter for any pedophiles among them to purchase a young girl for use as a full-time sex slave. And Mexico is, after all, right across the border from Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and sunny California.
CHAPTER THREE: Cairo, Egypt
Suddenly he thought of a girls' dormitory at a school: and as if invented by the very thought itself, through the open door at the end of the room trooped a crowd of small figures dressed in white soiled robes, like defeated angels. He had stumbled into a house of child prostitutes, he realized with a sudden spasm of disgust and pity. Their little faces were heavily painted, their hair scragged up in ribbons and plaits ... He felt the children's sharp arms twining round his waist like lianas in a tropical jungle, their sharp little fingers prying the buttons of his coat ...
Lawrence Durrell
This excerpt from Durrell's justly renowned novel, Mountolive, the third book in his famous Alexandria Quartet, is, of course, fictional. But the fact is that child prostitutes do exist in Egypt, the locale of the novel. And there are many men who do not react with the "disgust and pity" that characterized the protagonist in the novel. Far from it. Many men take considerable delight in sex relations with a child or teenager. And it is well known that Egypt is a true "pedophile's paradise" among those who have a personal interest in such things.
My information has its origins not in Alexandria, but in Cairo, Egypt's exotic capital. Located at the mouth of the huge Nile River, where the delta opens into the southeast coast of the Mediterranean Sea, Cairo sprawls for miles. Resplendent wealth and abject poverty exist together, the one never touching the other. The magnificent palaces that loom like crystal mountains in the more expensive parts of the city are like another world to the poor who dwell in the hovels that infest the city like some ghastly sickness. And the unfortunate people who live in the hovels have long been accustomed to eking out a living any way they can-even if it means selling their children into sexual slavery.
A man to whom I'll refer as "Kendall" has traveled for years in the Middle East and knows Cairo exceedingly well. He furnished me with the account that follows. It is no accident that Cairo is one of his "favorite cities," for Kendall is a dyed-in-the-wool pedophile if ever there was one. He is quite candid about his sex preferences and experiences, as will be apparent from his words.
"Sure," he remarked to me without the slightest recrimination, "I know the books call a guy like me a 'pedophile.' So what? Names don't mean much. I think there ought to be a special name for me different from that, though, because they'd give that name to a guy even if the girls he liked were in their middle or maybe even late teens-especially if he was old enough to make a twenty- or thirty-year difference in their ages.
"But I like them even younger. I mean a chick fifteen or sixteen is great fucking, I agree, but my limits go a lot lower than that. Man, you can get them any age you want in Cairo. I've had them as young as six. Not for fucking. A kid that young just isn't physically big enough to take a penis into her pussy. But believe you me, there's plenty that can be done with a little six-year-old. I guess you could say my favorite age would be a lot older than six, but I sure will take one that young if she's all I can get. I've done it plenty of times, too. But what you want to know about is the slave thing, right? The way a guy with a little extra money and the right connections can buy himself a little honeyfuck? Well, there are plenty of places around Cairo where you can do just that with no trouble at all. I always call them little 'honeyfucks' because I used to call them that in the states. I'm only in my twenties you know, but I've had me more young ass in my lifetime than you can shake a stick at.
'I'll tell you one thing, it's a hell of a lot easier in Cairo than back in the states. In fact I once damn near got caught at it when I was living in Chicago. I'd been playing around with this little neighbor of my aunt's who was just twelve. I could tell by the way she acted that she liked me. I was twenty-one then and I'd had chicks her age before, but I had a suspicion she was cherry. She acted real shy about it, but I had experience enough to know she was just dying for me to do something nasty to her.
"She was always hanging around, 'accidentally' showing me her little ass when she bent over, or 'accidentally' bending down where I could see inside the front of her blouse. She was so proud of those little knockers she'd just started growing that she didn't know what to do with herself. One day I could tell she'd stuffed some kind of crap in her top to make it look like her new knockers were bigger. Shit, if she'd only known it, I was crazy about them just the size they were, but I guess it's natural for most girls to think that men like it best of all when they're grapefruit size. This twelve-year-old was no exception.
"I made sure one day we were in a place where nobody could see us and I made my move. At first I was just joking around with her, tickling her and messing her up and everything. But pretty soon I had my hands brushing past her crotch and titties, and she wasn't making the slightest protest. In no time at all I had her standing between my legs getting hot as a little firecracker while I worked on her pussy through her dress, under her dress, through just her thin panties, and finally, inside-against her naked pussy. I gave her such a hand job, I had her sweating and twitching something fierce. When I put my other hand under her blouse and started rubbing her titties, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'I been hoping you'd be nasty with me like this. I think about it all the time when I'm home in bed by myself."
"Shit, man, when I heard that, I about went out of my skull. The thought of that little twelve-year-old lying under her covers at night thinking about me doing stuff to her made me hot as hell. I asked her if she ever played with herself, and she did. I asked if she'd ever made herself come, and she giggled real bashful-like and said, 'Sure, I've been able to do that for almost a year. But I'd rather have you make me do it."
"That did it. I finger fucked her right then until she started making little noises in her throat, and in a few minutes she got her cookies. After that it was easy. Two or three times a week I'd finger fuck her and get her to come. Eventually I got her to where she'd jack me off, too. She loved it when I shot off in front of her. Since she was plenty big for her age, I began wanting to fuck her-to have my cock in that sweet pussy instead of just my hand. I asked her if she had started to bleed yet, and she said no, so I knew it was going to be possible for me to get a little from her. There was something funny about the way she answered me, though. It was like she'd never even heard of a girl menstruating before. I didn't pay it much attention at the time, but I sure did later. Turned out her parents had never told her one damn thing about nothing!
"When she said she'd never bled, I figured it was safe to fuck her without a rubber because I knew she couldn't get pregnant unless she had started having her period. When I finally did it to her, it was great for a while. I took her out behind the house and had her strip off all her clothes for me. I can still remember her light blond hair and the few little blond hairs that had started growing around her pussy, and those two little titties no bigger than the end of a man's thumb. I got her real hot as usual, but when I finally pushed my cock in and broke the cherry, the shit hit the fan. The bleeding scared her real bad. She didn't know what it was and got kind of hysterical. Before it was over-to make a long story short-she ran home bleeding and her parents found out. I had to leave there fast to keep from getting in bad trouble, and my aunt doesn't know where I am to this day."
Kendall looked relieved as he finished and wiped his arm across his forehead as if remembering how close he had come to "getting into bad trouble." Then he seemed to realize that he had strayed a long way from his original conversation and he went on.
"But it's the young slave girls in Cairo you're interested in me telling you about, isn't it? Not some little girl who had hot pants back in Chicago!" he exclaimed.
"There's a world of difference here, that's for sure. Let me tell you about how I got my first honeyfuck in Cairo. It was easy as falling off a log. See, some sections of the city are known to be for queers, some for regular women whores, some for whip freaks, and so on. All I had to do after I'd learned the ropes was to go over to the part of town where the little ones are. As soon as I'd gone a few blocks I knew I had come to the right place. For one thing, there wasn't a gay guy or a woman prosty in sight and that's pretty unusual in itself around Cairo. But besides that, I began noticing that there was a much larger number of young girls on the streets. And I'd see them looking out the windows making eyes at me, even. Girls all the way from sixteen or seventeen on down to little brats not much taller than my knee! I later found out that when they got to be that age they left the area and went over on the west side of town where most of the regular whores did their thing. .
"I don't think I'd been walking the streets more than fifteen minutes when this old geezer hissed to me and motioned for me to step around the corner with him. He pulled out a handful of dirty pictures like I'd never seen before. All were girls and all were young. There wasn't a one in the bunch over seventeen and a lot of them were so young they didn't even look like they were old enough to know what to do with their own pussies, much less a man's cock. The old geezer saw I was grooving on the pictures. Then he named a price and pushed one of them in my face. The price was so low, I first thought he was just trying to sell me the pictures themselves. But that wasn't it at all-he was pimping the girls themselves! I paid him at once and took from his hand the dirty piece of newspaper that he'd written on. Instead of an address, he had drawn a rough map to make it easier for me to find the house. The route took me deeper into the Arab section of the city where I passed three Arabian musicians playing a viola, derbouka, and gimbri on a street corner. The houses reminded me of rabbit warrens because they were close together and crowded. I began to see a few figures moving in the darkness of the dank insides of the houses and soon I noticed girls peeping out at me from the windows. Some were so bold, I was sure I could have got what I wanted without the map the old man had given me.
"When I reached the house, a slender little girl about seven appeared at the door and yanked me inside. She surprised me by whispering to me in English (I found out later that so many British and American guys had been there that most of the girls could speak English fine) that I should go into a back room and wait, then she dashed away and brought an older girl, apparently her sister. She was only about twelve or so, with big dark brown eyes and two darling little mounds under her dingy upper garment. I knew I could be as nasty with them as I wanted, so I showed them the picture the old man had given me and started to ask where I could find the girl shown there. They consulted each other quickly in Arabic and the younger girl disappeared leaving me alone with the twelve-year-old who introduced herself as Natheena and begged me to let her earn some coins from me before the other girl returned.
" 'That's Fashta in your picture,' she informed me, 'but you do not wait for her, huh? You let me do you something now before she come. She only two year older than me. She no do you better than me. I know what you like!"
"Apparently there was a little competition going on within the same household, I realized, so I decided to make the best of it. I asked her if she'd do stuff with Fashta so I could have them both. She was already playing around with the fly of my pants and rubbing her hand up and down my leg. She agreed to my request at once and giggled. She saw me looking at Fashta's picture and slyly asked, 'You like the girl like us more than the big woman, no? We more fun to you than older girl, no?"
"My smile answered her question and she said, 'We do what you want for you, mister sir. You tell us and we be nasty for you, yes?' At this point I felt damned good because I wanted something I knew might sound silly. See, ever since I had such a close call with the girl in Chicago, I've had this thing about getting my rocks off strictly by masturbation. Somehow fucking normal, with my cock in a girl's pussy, left me cold after she got so scared when I fucked her and made her bleed. Because of that I have pretty special needs. I need not only young girls but I need girls who will let me masturbate their pussies without laying the meat to them. Maybe that doesn't sound too difficult to find, but you'd be surprised-plenty of little gals have had it so much they can't come unless they're fucked right, with cock in their pussies. "
"So without any hesitation I said, 'Yeah, Natheena, yeah. That's what I want. You and Fashta be nasty like I want and I'll pay you good. I remembered the little seven-year-old and said I wanted her to participate, too. I was half afraid the idea of me getting in a little seven-year-old's pants might be too much even for these wild little girls to go for, but I soon found out I didn't have to worry.
"Natheena smiled naughtily and told me it'd be okay except for one thing. 'Baby have pussy too small for big man's cock,' she told me, 'so you not be able to have fucky-fucky with her. Anything else, okay.' It was perfect! Although they didn't know it, I didn't want a regular fuck anyway-even with Natheena and Fashta. It amused me to hear Natheena refer to her seven-year-old sister as 'Baby.' I was to learn only later that all Arabian girls use that name for the youngest female in the family until she reaches the age of ten.
"Just then Baby came back with Fashta. When I first saw the older girl, I noticed the picture I had must have been taken almost two years before. The small titties that showed in the picture had grown to about the size of lemons and man, what a beautiful little piece she was! Although Natheena and Baby were only wearing short cotton underslips called booshtis, Fashta was all decked out in a complete jellabia and burnoose-a long, winding, full length robe and a sort of built-in hood that allowed me to see only her upper face, hands and feet. All three could see I was getting a hard-on from thinking about what Fashta had underneath her jellabia, and I think Fashta realized that the mystery she was presenting me with was more exciting to me than if I'd seen her stark naked. The cute booshtis worn by Natheena and Baby showed up their slim, smooth little bodies to great advantage, but Fashta's more complete cover-up lent her an air of secrecy that made me want to get on with our scene pronto.
"Natheena told Fashta I'd already paid and that I wanted all three of them to join in the action. The sexy fourteen-year-old sat down on a low rug used for sleeping and said, 'You honor us by coming to our poor house. Please tell us what you like.' She smiled and moved the jellabia up so I could see her knees as she said, 'You like the picture of me, no? Wait you see me naked now-I bigger girl, have more titty, longer leg than in picture!"
"And little Baby ran to me and hugged me around the waist, saying, 'Oh, thank you, mister sir, for wanting me, too.' She pouted prettily and said, 'Big sisters never let me have fun like them. Me want to play dirty, too, want you feel and rub me under my clothes.'
"I immediately told them to undress each other while I watched. First I had Natheena take the short booshti off Baby's small figure while Fashta merely sat and watched me take my cock out and play with myself. As the complete nakedness of the little seven-year-old was slowly revealed to me, I was delighted to find that Natheena knew just how I wanted it done. She did it in a very teasing way and had the smaller girl assume all kinds of provocative positions while she gradually let met see more and more. I started jacking myself off slow and easy at the sight of Baby's slender legs and tight, virginal ass. Fashta never took her eyes off my cock all the time that her sisters were exhibiting themselves before me.
"She even said, 'Ahh, you have nice big strong cock. You like my hand on it, huh?"
"Her comment made it get even more rigid than before, but I had a better idea. I wanted to get all the thrills I could out of the little threesome. I wanted to play with all their pussies and titties and have them frig my cock with their fingers and I wanted to see every tender little secret place on their bodies. So I told Fashta that instead of having her frig me, I wanted -her to let Baby get her naked while I played around with twelve-year-old Natheena. She got up immediately and stood in front of me on the rug beside Baby. Natheena came and sat beside me. She put her arms around my chest under my arms and whispered, 'I tell you I do you good fucky-fucky, no? Now I show you.' She pressed her thinly clad body against me and said, 'You like for me to play nasty with cock while you see Baby make Fashta naked, no? Here, let me do you!"
"And damned if the little prick teaser didn't take hold of it even before I told her to. Baby had nothing on but a pair of skin-tight western-style panties, and seeing her move her young ass around while she took off Fashta's clothes made my cock quake like a sonofabitch. I ran my hand under Natheena's booshti and felt up her legs 'til I came to her fine little butt. That's when I damned near shot off before I wanted to. She wasn't wearing a goddamn thing under there. When I saw that Baby wore panties, I'd assumed they all probably did, but all I felt in Natheena's hot little crotch was a sparse growth of silky hairs. She breathed into my ear and asked me if I didn't like it naked better than inside panties. I slipped my fingers between her legs and felt her thighs immediately clamp together on my hand like she'd caught a rabbit in a trap. I reached into her wet, slick pussy with my forefinger and started frigging her clit real slow and nice for her while she stepped up the pace of her hand on my cock.
"Then I heard Fashta call out, 'Here, mister. Look at what my little sister do to my clothes.' I realized suddenly that I'd let my mind wander from the hot strip show going on in front of me because of the attention I'd been given Natheena-and she'd been giving me!
"I kept my hand up her booshti, but slowed down the action on her wet slit. Little Baby was really earning her money for the strip job she was performing on Fashta. She already had her burnoose tossed off into the corner and had her jellabia down around her ankles. Now I could really see something about the way the cute fourteen-year-old was built. The jellabia had been concealing a pair of the finest tits I've ever seen on a girl so young. Considering the fact that they'd probably keep growing until she was sixteen or so, I couldn't help but think she was going to be blessed with one of the greatest sets of jugs in Cairo when she got her full growth. They were not only large, but they were firm as a football and as perfectly formed as a Greek sculpting. On her entire body she only wore a scanty pair of silk panties.
"My eyes were glazed. I told Baby to slip those panties off nice and slow down her legs so I could see every inch of her slender body. The little cunt did what I told her and the way she looked at her big sis made me think maybe the tyke wanted to feel up Fashta some herself. I began to wonder if they'd ever played with themselves or each other, so I asked them and they all three giggled-even Natheena, who was still hard at work to make my fat cock feel good. Fashta answered my question by saying with a breathless laugh, 'When the mare is without the stallion, she must seek her own reward.'
"Since masturbation is my big thing anyway, I was delighted the way things were turning out. It dawned on me that the three sisters must at least watch each other do it if not accommodate each other with their fingers, so I said, 'Listen to me. Baby, I-want you and Fashta to come over here where I can reach all of you.' They did, and I turned to Natheena and told her to switch off with Fashta, that I wanted Fashta's marvelous boobies in my hands and I wanted Baby and Natheena to pretend I wasn't there and just do what they were accustomed to doing at night when no one was watching. Fashta kicked off her panties, which Baby had pulled all the way down to her knees by that time, and ran over to me. I grabbed her titties with both hands and said, 'You know what to do with it, don't you, Baby? I need my meat frigged while I do the same for your pussy.'
"Fashta began at once to resume the hand job Natheena had left to go to Baby, and I swear to God, she didn't miss a stroke. I stroked her big succulent boobs and discovered they were covered with a light film of sweat which made my cock throb hard and heavy. The other two girls were at my feet now and Natheena was starting to give herself a hand job, but Baby was just looking close at Fashta and me as we rubbed each other.
" 'Please, let me play with you,' she begged me. 'I get to play with my big sisters often but never with a big man.' Her pitiful expression was made more expressive by the fact that she was rapidly frigging her young hairless pussy as she talked.
" 'Baby will do you with her mouth if you want.' Natheena interrupted to my surprise. 'She does the good tongue job all the time to Fashta and me.'
" 'Natheena is right,' added Fashta as her hand flew on my cock, 'Give up your cock to the mouth of my little sister and she will please you much.'
"I grabbed the kid and pulled her toward me, but she didn't need any, coaxing. She fixed her hungry little lips around the head of my cock with a single gulp, setting the stage for the greatest jack-off scene I've ever had in my life. Natheena scooted over and put my hand on the scantily haired mound between her perfectly formed legs and let me know in no uncertain terms that she desperately wanted some help in getting her rocks off. Baby's fantastic lip and tongue action on my swollen cock made me know I couldn't stand the almost excruciating pleasure much longer. I grabbed Fashta and swung her around so I could bury my face in her tits and still see Natheena and Baby. Then I felt a tiny finger working its way up my asshole and I knew that little bitch was a real pro at jacking a man off. I reached down and started finger-fucking the little angel as she continued to suck me off and at the same time I kept feeling up Natheena's firm titties with my other hand.
"Baby was doing double duty, I discovered, when I saw her reach into Natheena's hot crotch, where she'd been frigging herself, and take the job over from her. The added surge of passion Natheena received from her little sister's hand made her hotter still, and the next thing I knew Natheena's cheek was next to mine on Fashta's chest and she was sucking off one hard nipple while I worked on the other one. Shit, man, I was in seventh heaven! I had a big mouthful of Fashta's creamy tit, one hand in Baby's young pussy and the other busily kneading Natheena's titties while her cheek was next to mine sucking Fashta's other big one. And besides that, I could watch to my heart's content while Natheena fingered the wet clit of Fashta and had her own clit fingered in turn by Baby!
"I let myself go over on my back and felt the whole crew fall with me. They were beginning to grunt and squeal like an excited litter of pigs, and I knew it was getting damn close to the boiling point for all of us. Then Baby rammed her finger up my ass as she applied wet mouth suction to my jubilant cock and I shot my nuts off into that little girl's sweet mouth like a fucking cannon. In rapid succession I felt the kid jerk her ass fast against my finger as she came, then I heard Fashta getting her jollies from Natheena's finger job on her. Baby had gotten so wound up sucking me off that she'd neglected Natheena, so I quickly tore my lips from Fashta's big tit and went down on Natheena's pulsating pussy. She was needing it so fucking bad, she almost cried with relief when she felt my tongue on her clit. In a few seconds I popped her cork for her and felt her twelve-year twat jerk for joy as she got it for herself.
"I came back there often after having such a great scene on my very first meeting with the three little cunts. And once a year or so later I 'rented' the services of Fashta for a whole goddamn month. By that time, I'd met her mom, who peddled her ass in another part of town and only returned home to sleep and eat. At first Fashta didn't much want to go with me because she was afraid I'd tire of her after an entire month together and that I wouldn't pay her any future visits. But her mom took the money from me and forced Fashta to do what I wanted. In American money it only cost me fourteen dollars and a quarter to keep her as my personal slave for the whole month. She was fifteen by that time-with tits you wouldn't believe-and she was worth every penny of it!"
When Kendall ended his tale to me, he furnished me with an introduction to a friend of his who'd traveled a lot in India, and who might be able to furnish me with information about the slave situation there. In Sinful Cities of the Western World, by Hendrik de Leeuw, it is reported, " ... the Talmud says that nine parts of sexual passion were given to the Arabs and the remaining part was divided among all other races of the earth."
If one judges by KendalFs account of the Arab girls of Cairo, it is easy to entertain the possibility that this rather forceful statement regarding Arabian sex prowess may not be so exaggerated after all.
CHAPTER FOUR Bangalore, India
Only the remains of Tippoo Sahib's Palace still exist in Bangalore, India. Yet, at one time the magnificent structure dominated the entire city like a colossus. Today in that city another vestige from India's past is still very much in existence-the sexual exploitation of teenagers. In the distant past of India sex contacts of adults and teenagers were not only sanctioned, but were in fact a religious phenomenon widely practiced among many sects. In the present day and age the temple prostitutes of that bygone era have disappeared, but a strong desire for the flesh of teenagers is still quite evident. And the desire does not go unrequited.
Many details of the sex practices prevalent there were revealed to me by a young lady to whom I gained an introduction through the generosity of the Cairo informant mentioned in the preceding
Chapter. He had become convinced that my interest in the subject of teenage sex slavery was indeed purely academic in nature and that he need have no fear of having his own sexual escapades compromised by relating the details to me. Since he was able to give the same feeling of security to Carol and her husband, I was privy to the same candor from her. I learned that her husband, Tim, had received a large inheritance which enabled the two of them to travel almost at will around the world, and they had spent a long period of time in India. Because of their youth and money they both had an intimate knowledge of sex slavery that was based on their own experience. Although the young man was not present, his wife was quite willing to let me record the comments which follow.
"Tim and I are lucky, I guess, to be here at all. His parents are bugged by the fact that we started traveling around the world as soon as he got the inheritance, but there was nothing they could do about it because the money came from Tim's grandfather. Since I'm only twenty-one and he's just two years older, they wanted us both to finish college first," Carol began.
Then her eyes twinkled mischievously and she remarked, "I don't mind admitting to you that Tim and I came to Bangalore for sex and drugs. We had both turned on to grass and acid but we were interested in getting into the Eastern drugs like hash and cocaine. What better place to do it than where the stuff comes from? As for the sex thing, that's a longer story."
"See, Tim and I are well matched sexually. We were doing everything together even before we got married and we both really grooved on it." Carol laughed with obvious relish, apparently at some remembered sexual activity, then continued very animatedly.
"It wasn't that I was exactly a pushover when I first met Tim. I didn't let him get into my panties until the second or third date. But what seemed to surprise him was how I sucked him off that very first time he laid me. I knew guys really dig that kind of action all right. I should--I'd had enough big ones in my mouth before I ever met Tim. But he was crazier about it than any guy I'd ever run across. And as for myself, I've gone for eating a guy's cock almost ever since I can remember. Even when I was a pretty young chick I was that way. I remember in junior high school when some of my friends were rapping about kissing a boy and letting him feel them when they started dating more, I always got this picture in my mind of me going down on a boy. Once at a slumber party with some of the gang I got in my two cents by mentioning it out loud. Christ, you should have seen their faces! They acted like I was some kind of creep or something for wanting to put a boy's thing in my mouth. Their reaction made me feel a little embarrassed, so I never mentioned it to any chicks again. But as soon as I started dating a lot, I started doing it instead of talking about it.
"I groove on regular fucking, of course. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and enjoyed every minute of it. But I've always considered a nice hard cock inside my mouth as best of all. I got my first come by having a boy throw the meat to me the old-fashioned way but after I knew what it felt like, I discovered that I could get my cookies by the stimulation I got from sucking a guy off. Tim about went off his nut when he first saw me come while I was sucking him. He got his nuts off and I sucked his hot wad into my mouth and swallowed every drop of it. In college we ran around with a pretty wild bunch of kids-you know, lots of grass smoking and acid dropping, and maybe even a little shooting meth once in a while. None of us ever got the habit. We just got our kicks from it.
"We had some pretty wild sex scenes, too. Four and five of us together at once, and all kinds of shit like that. I even tried the lesbian bit once so Tim could watch and get extra hot from seeing me make it with the other chick. I can't say I got much from it, but it didn't hurt me any, and Tim got a charge from watching, so I figure what the hell. But afterwards Tim confessed that my great mouth jobs on him were what he grooved on more than anything. Since I'm such a fellatio freak myself, it wasn't long before we decided to get hitched. Tim had a psychology class where they mentioned fellatio and so he kidded me about my 'specialty' and called me his little 'fellatio freak' for laughs.
"But I'm getting off the track about the slave scene here in Bangalore. Sorry. The thing is that after Tim got the inheritance, we did a lot of traveling. Sometimes we'd meet groovy people and have a sex scene with them. In Rome there was this French couple we met who dug cock sucking almost as much as we did, and I discovered I wasn't a bit jealous about letting the chick go down on Tim. In fact, it was real exciting for me. Then I saw what a fine tool her boyfriend had and I couldn't resist wanting to taste it. Tim didn't mind, so I went down on my knees and proceeded to give him a good going over while his chick and Tim watched.
"We talked it over after we split and Tim and I agreed it had been a real trip to switch off like we'd done. We tried to find other cool people who dug doing it with us, but it always turned out that either the other chick didn't want to suck Tim off after just meeting him or else the guy would be jealous and not let her-even when he got a suck job from me, mind you, I always did my little part!
"Then Tim suggested we pay for it and it's been great ever since. The first time was in Capetown, South Africa, on the way to India. We picked up a guy right off the street and propositioned him. We told him I'd suck him off in the back seat of the car if he could come up with some chick who'd do the same for Tim, that we'd pay them both. The guy called his steady girl friend and when he told her about the loot being thrown in, she said 'Great!* It worked out so well that Tim and I realized we could always have it if we'd pay and we both dug the action enough to be more than willing.
"In India we had a couple of great suck scenes in Madras on the southeast coast. We also got some high quality hash and cocaine at very low prices, so we decided we'd spend quite a while in India. As you can see, we're still here! We found out that most of the people in India were so poor that they went much further than simple prostitution. It's outright slavery, man. I mean you can actually buy a person in this country. Oh, it's not legal, of course. But it's very easy to do because the few rich Indians there do it themselves a lot. And believe me, it's not just to have somebody cook your meals or do your housework. No sir, man, when you pay money for a human here in India, it's so you can use them as your sex slave. There's not really much stigma attached to being someone's sex slave, either. A person needs money to live on and the jobs are scarce as hell, some other person has money they're willing to pay for sex, and that's that. Judging from the kids we bought as slaves, I think that secretly they dig the sex with Tim and me every bit as much as we do and that they'd probably do it free now that we've initiated them to what we like.
"I call them 'kids,' but they're not so very much younger than we are. Laksme, the girl, is seventeen. And the boy-what a nice hunk of meat he has between his legs-is sixteen! His name is too hard for Tim and me to pronounce, so we call him 'Kong' because I told Tim after my first time with him that he had a cock as big as King Kong's. Tim can afford to joke about that because he has a big nine-incher himself.
"We bought Kong first. We weren't able to find Laksme for two or three days more. We were ushered into a building that looked something like an old movie theater, and the slaves were trotted out on a low ramp. Supposedly what was going on was nothing but the 'hiring' of people but it was tacitly understood by everyone concerned that the kids were for sale. For one thing, there wasn't a person there who was older than nineteen or so. And every kid was better-looking than average. Tim and I noticed the rich old Indians licking their chops over some cute young girl or boy with a nice bod. Hell, they even had kids there that were only seven or eight! Boys and girls both. Tim and I didn't understand that kind of shit. Having a scene with a little kid who wasn't even old enough to grow hair around his cock or raise titties on her chest didn't appeal to us at all.
"After we brought Kong to the place we'd rented, Tim suggested I have a go at it with him to see if I dug him as much as I thought I would. But first we wanted to show him what his 'job' would be, so I gave head to Tim while the kid watched. He was obviously pretty embarrassed about being present while his 'mistress' went down on his 'master' and sucked him off, but he couldn't disguise the hard-on he got from seeing us. He apparently got the idea that he was supposed to repeat what I did to Tim, but the kid could speak English pretty well, so Tim explained right off that he didn't dig the gay scene. We explained that we were shopping for a young Indian girl to be Tim's personal little cocksucker and that his job would be to raise a good hard cock for me to suck. Kong could hardly believe that we were going to pay him to let me suck him. He asked, since his English was not all that good, if we didn't mean we wanted him to suck me off. To show him we meant it, I said, 'Drop your pants, Kong. I want to see if you're as big down there as that lump in your pants makes it look like you are."
"He looked at Tim to make sure it was okay, and Tim told him to go ahead and do what I said and be quick about it* Tim wanted to see me have my pleasure after having just watched me get my rocks off by sucking him. Kong sat down on the bed and pulled his pants off slowly. By the time he was ready to get his undershorts off, I was sitting on the bed beside him. I still had all my clothes on-I hadn't bothered to disrobe to go down on Tim-and I had a good idea Kong would raise a good hard-on when he saw what I have under my clothes. My figure is 37-23-36-not bad, I don't think, for a chick like me who's only 5'4". I unbuttoned my blouse and let the kid get a good look at how my tits sort of flow out over the edges of my bra. That did it-I saw a quiver under his shorts and I couldn't wait. I slid my hand down his flat stomach and reached right in for it. I felt a big bush of coarse hair and in the next second I grabbed what I was after. I started rubbing it with my fingers and gazing at its thick shaft until Tim knew from the expression on my face that I was about to cream in my panties at the sight of it. He knew I was in no mood to do a lot of talking-he knew I couldn't wait to give head. So he said 'Take your shorts off all the way and spread your legs wide, kid. You won't be sorry. Carol wants to suck yours for you like you just saw her do for me."
"Right away Kong did as he was told and I sat down on the floor in front of him and socked his glans into my mouth. I barely had to run my tongue across it before he shot off. I guess he was too excited because of it being his first time with me. But I figured a sixteen-year-old guy should be able to get another hard-on pretty easy, so I waited a few minutes and then started the old lip action again. It was a lot better that time, and I got so hot before the kid came the second time that I had to dart my hand into my panties and give myself a hand job as an extra attraction, as I sometimes do. When I felt his white come exploding into my mouth, I swallowed it and jerked my ass around something awful as I felt the ache of a wonderful orgasm building up in my cunt. A few more seconds and I got my cookies good and proper. Shit! That kid's cock was every bit as big as Tim's and maybe longer.
"Kong just lay back on the bed and panted for a while and when he sat up again, we could see that he was very pleased with his new home. Since we didn't yet, according to our plan, have a girl for Tim, we asked Kong if he knew one. Tim explained that she'd not only have to be good-looking but also would have to really enjoy sucking a man's prick. He knew he could just force her to do what he wanted-after all, she'd be a true slave in every sense of the word. But he told the kid he preferred a young girl who would actually enjoy it.
"At first we were hopeful and excited. Kong said he knew just the girl-that she was due to be put up for sale the following weekend. But in questioning him about her in detail, we found that she was only thirteen years old! Tim said he couldn't go that route. For one thing, he wanted a chick with good-sized tits and he felt sure that no thirteen-year-old would be built good enough for him. But besides that, he said he thought of a girl that age as still being a little girl. What he wanted, he said, was an older girl who was more like a grown woman. Since that's the category I fit into, it pleased me that Tim wanted such a girl.-He told Kong that he had in mind a girl from sixteen to nineteen.
"For a couple days we had no luck. I was getting my kicks in fine fashion, with Tim and Kong both to suck. But poor Tim wasn't being treated to something new like I was, so I was real anxious to locate him a good cocksucker for variety. I knew he dug having me go down on him but I also knew he'd very much enjoy a new mouth on his fat cock.
"Then we found Laksme, just the kind of girl he had in mind. She was quite a looker, I must say. She was just seventeen, but something in her eyes made her look older than her age. She had dark brown ones, with a slight tendency towards slanting like quite a few native Indians do. But her eyes were the only thing that looked in any way older than her age. Her fresh, clear skin and her nice curves made her appearance very dewy and young. Most Indian chicks are far from stacked, but Laksme had a pair on her that looked every bit as good as my thirty-seven inchers, and in India, that's fantastic. She had a slender torso and legs that Tim was really digging on. She was sort of quiet and you couldn't tell what was going on in her mind. Tim and I soon found out it was sex she was thinking about all the time. She was a member of the Beriya prostitute caste in India, which means she had been sold into slavery by her mother rather than being taken from the parents by force like some other castes are. Her mother, she told us, had trained her almost from birth to be an expert at sucking a man's cock. This meant Tier mother was able to get more money from her when she was old enough to sell.
"Tim was anxious to get started with Laksme, so he told Kong to open his fly and let me suck his prick first. Tim wanted to let me get my jollies again but there was more to it than that. He was hoping that if Laksme was really the prick-sucking princess she claimed to be she'd be turned on by watching me work Kong over and would give him her best effort.
"My mouth watered as usual at the sight of Kong's huge tool and I got on my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth fast. The kid was still amazed that I didn't even want him to touch my pussy while I did it. He couldn't understand that I get all the thrill I need from just having the cock in my mouth and that I make myself come better that way than any other.
"Laksme gave us a big smile when she saw me giving head to Kong and said to Tim, 'Please, my new master, I can see that you're lingum is swelling as you watch. Would it not please you to allow me the honor of caring for your own lingum in the same manner?"
"Tim was immensely impressed that she expressed an active interest in going down on him instead of just doing it because she was a sex slave whether she wanted to or not. He started to get out his lingum, as Laksme called it, but she went right over to him and put her hand on his arm.
" 'Oh my master,' she exclaimed, 'you must let me attend to everything for you. You shall have my mouth very soon, but I beg you to allow me the pleasure of preparing you for it in a special way."
"Her little speech really flipped Tim out. He wasn't about to disagree with her, so he lay back and propped his head on a pillow ,so he could watch and let her go. But that time I had already made Kong come in my mouth and had got my own cookies, so we both just sat back and watched in fascination. First she lay her cheek on his crotch until Tim was excited enough to suit her, then she took his zipper in her teeth and slowly pulled it down, all the time gazing from between his legs directly up into his eyes with a look of pure reverence. When his cock jumped out of his pants, she didn't gobble it like I usually do. She started rubbing her entire face all over it and sort of sniffing it with her nose before she even touched it with her hands. Gradually she allowed the corners of her mouth to come into slight contact with it, and finally, she was brushing the shaft of it with her lips.
"I could tell Tim was bursting with anticipation and enjoying her strange blow job like crazy. Next, she began to bare her teeth and bite his cock in little slow nips that took her all the way up and down the length of it. Every once in a while, she'd give the head of it just the barest touch and Tim would groan in ecstasy, but she wouldn't take it all the way in her mouth. She started tracing little imaginary designs on his inner thighs and when she kept it up to the point that he was almost coming, she prolonged his pleasure by backing off and blowing air across the head of it from six or eight inches away. It was obvious she didn't want him to get his nuts off before she had given him her full treatment.
"Finally she let her fingers creep on up his inner thighs until she was touching his shaft with her fingertips and started making light, fluttering movements like a butterfly. Then she suddenly dropped one hand to her garment, undid it all the way down the front, and stuck Tim's tool tight between those firm, creamy jugs of hers. She began a slow rocking that amounted to jacking him off. She looked down at the big red head of it and spit on it to make a slick passage between her tits, increasing the pressure and speed a bit with each movement. Just seeing those nice big tits of hers would have been enough to make the average man come in his pants, and here she was jacking Tim off with them!
"Eventually she began to let the tip of Tim's cock enter her mouth on every stroke and as he got hotter and hotter, she took more and more of it into her mouth. Then I saw her drop a hand down to her own crotch, slip her panties down to her knees so she could play with her snatch. She knelt on the floor frigging her pussy and rubbing Tim's cock between her knockers for a short time, all hunched over like a crazy girl. When I saw her rise up out of her crouched position and take it all into her mouth, I knew they must be nearing magic time. At the end she licked his cock all over like a popsicle, darting her mouth down to his balls and quickly raising it again to plunge his cock deep inside. In a few seconds Tim was making a loud groaning noise and both her hands were a blur, one on his cock and the other inside her pussy. She made a low, growling sound in her throat like an animal, and I saw Tim hunch hard and drive his hot prick deep into her mouth. He got his rocks with such a mighty force that his come overflowed and dribbled from her lips as she jerked her ass on the floor in the excitement of getting her relief.
"After that Tim lay back on the bed like he'd been sucked dry forever and was ready to sleep. But Laksme, after breathing very hard until she was back to normal after her orgasm, hopped up and disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back she had soap, and water, and washcloth with which she proceeded to thoroughly wash Tim's entire pubic area. Finally she took a small oval bottle from her handbag and dabbed him with it.
"Then she turned to me and said, 'This perfume will make the master smell of sandal-wood. It will also make his lingum very hard and pleasurable for you when next you desire him to enter you.' She bowed her head low before me and asked, 'Do you think I have pleased the master with my humble mouth?' She was very serious.
"I almost laughed out loud. I knew it was a hell of a lot more than just 'pleasing' to him and that he'd be every bit as appreciative of Laksme as I was of Kong. I assured Laksme she had done fine.
"Since that day Tim and I have really wigged out over our sex slaves. We've had great sucking scenes with them and plan to have a lot more. Laksme has shown me some tricks that even I didn't know about going down on a guy. For variety, Tim and I sometimes have her and Kong fuck and suck each other while we watch until we're red hot, then make them switch over and let us in on the action. Also, Laksme and I often get on the floor and suck each other's pussies to give Tim an extra thrill. I learned a long time ago I wasn't gay, but I must admit that she tongues me out so well, I'm giving the idea a second thought! Tim and I are going to keep Laksme and Kong as long as we're in India, that's for sure. Why not? The two of them cost us less than a single weekend gardner would cost in the states-and they're a lot more fun!"
Carol's account of sex exploitation in India may be regarded as a comment on moral degradation among the modern generation of American young people since both she and her husband are U. S. citizens. Yet it is important to note that they were able to indulge in their perversions only because of the social conditions of another country. Their experience with sex slavery in India is in no way unique, however. Stephen Barlay, in his book titled Sex Slavery, reveals, "There are five castes among the Indian prostitutes. (A.S. Mathur & B. L. Gupta, Prostitutes and Prostitution, 1965.) In two of these, among the Beriyas and Deredars, the profession is hereditary; children are trained and then exploited by the mothers. Those who are sold to gangs ruling vast regions belong to other castes."
This would explain the sexual depravity of the slave Laksme, for Carol learned from her that she was a member of the Beriya caste. As such, the girl was no doubt trained to perform perverted acts as is customary in that sect. And customs are strictly adhered to in many societies regardless of whether the net result is considered good or evil.
CHAPTER FIVE Mombasa, Kenya
"Just because I'm a twenty-eight-year-old woman who's never been married, don't think I don't have my own particular need for sex release," emphasized the vacationing American school teacher who was my knowledgeable informant about sex slavery in modern Africa.
"I need to have orgasm just as much as a man does and I have my own personal preferences about how to get it, too. I've always been pretty independent-worked myself through college and have my own career as a school teacher- and I'm just as independent when it comes to sex. Why shouldn't I be? If I happen to like black men better than men of my own white color, it's nobody's business but mine. And if my tastes happen to run to very young men-teenagers, really-it's still nobody else's business!" she maintained.
Jean-as I shall refer to the young lady to protect her identity-was a remarkable person in many ways. Such definite opinions as she espouses might give one the impression that she is an aggressive woman, or perhaps even cloud her femininity with a suspicion of undue masculinity. Nothing could be further from the truth. Jean was in fact a slender blond with a well-developed figure, whose delicacy of feature and of movement made it quite clear that she was thoroughly female in every way. She evinced no interest in members of her own sex, and so far as appearances go, she could be the attractive wife of a rising business executive. And to believe that Jean was given to such sexual indulgences as she later confessed to was difficult. After interviewing her for several hours, however, there was no doubt in my mind that she not only harbored a strong perverse sex desire, but that she had satisfied that desire by acting it out on many occasions.
In Love, War and Fancy, by the nineteenth-century British explorer, Sir Richard Burton, we learn, "Debauched women prefer Negroes ... " And the author further states, "In my time no honest Hindi Moslem would take his womenfolk to Zanzibar on account of the huge attractions and enormous temptations there and thereby offered to them." It is no accident then that Jean included a long vacation stop in Africa, and that she picked the city of Mombasa to enjoy herself in. Mombasa is only a short distance up the eastern African coast from the fabled land of Zanzibar and is even more famous in modern times than Zanzibar was in Burton's nineteenth century. For Mombasa, in the African state of Kenya, is known among the world's roues and libertines to be one of the last remaining places in Africa where black slaves can be purchased. It is a practice by no means supported by the country's government, but that doesn't keep it from being carried on in semise-cret-and on quite a large scale. Jean had knowledge of this fact when she went to Mombasa and knew that she'd be able to use black boys for her own lecherous purposes. But for the details of these purposes, let us return to the record of Jean's actual words. She was extremely frank, as follows.
"To me the best part of sex is having a man perform cunnilingus on me. Oh hell, you'll have to excuse me for allowing my teaching background to intrude-cunnilingus or cunnilinetus, no matter how it's spelled, sounds so damned stuffy. What I'm saying is that I simply love having a guy suck my pussy. There, is that plain enough? I don't care whether you call it 'going down' or 'giving head' or 'eating it out,' it's still the same damned thing. I can achieve orgasm-there I go with the ten-dollar phrases again-I can get my cookies a lot of ways, but having a guy's mouth on my cunt is definitely my favorite method. Regular fucking's fine and masturbation's a groove, too. I've played with my pussy ever since I was a little girl. But there's nothing that gets me as hot and excited as feeling a man's tongue on my cunt.
"I should be more accurate, though. It's best for me when I can get some young guy to do it for me. I don't mean a little kid, mind you. I'm not some weirdo cradle robber. But my tastes do run awfully young. I've been sucked by men my own age of course, and by men older than me. I'm sure most modern girls have experienced it like that. But my preference is for teenagers. Boys, rather than adult men. If a boy is nicely formed and well built, I can get aroused just by looking at him and thinking about how wonderful it would feel to have his head between my legs. I figure if a boy's old enough to shoot off, he's old enough for me to have his services as a little cunt lapper. From about eleven or twelve to the age of seventeen or so is ideal. They're so fresh and innocent.
"I don't consider it a hang-up that I dig guys that young or that I enjoy having a Negro do it to me more than a white. I simply think it's strange that all women don't groove on it like I do. I will admit, though, that something once happened to me that could possibly have influenced my sex desire to be sucked off by a young black teenager. I was an only child and my father died when I was very young, leaving me to be raised by my mother. She had different boyfriends through the years, and one was a black divorcee. He had a son about fourteen he used to bring over all the time. I was just eleven then, and my mom didn't realize how highly developed her little girl was. I was sort of shy and always acted dumb about sex around adults, but I knew plenty. And I'd discovered masturbation at that age, even though I hadn't yet learned how to make myself come from it. Once the guy had to go to an important business conference out of town and asked my mother to take care of his son for a couple of days.
"That's when it happened. She must have really needed some loving to do what she did with the kid. She thought I was asleep, but when I heard her tiptoe in where he was lying on the couch and ask him to come into her bedroom, I suspected something was up, so I sneaked in where I could see them without being heard. I was already hot between the legs that night because I'd been lying in bed playing with myself before I went to sleep as I often did. And I was getting old enough to know there was more to masturbating than just giving myself a nice, pleasant feeling down there. I had a kind of instinctual feeling that told me I'd get a wonderful new thrill from playing with myself if I did it just right. I saw mom take her bra off and let him see her big breasts. Then I heard her ask him if he'd like to see more as soon as she saw how big his little fourteen-year-old prick had become. When he said he would, she told him she'd let him only if he did exactly what she wanted him to do.
"Seeing mom half naked in front of the kid and watching his cock swell as he looked at her was making me hotter and hotter. I had my hand going a mile a minute under my nightgown. The kid was dying to see what a grown woman's cunt looked like, so he quickly agreed to do whatever she said. She jerked her gown above her waist and let him eyeball her hairy cunt, then she told him to put his mouth on it. She even gave him a little added incentive by putting her hand on his hard cock and giving him a few strokes. He didn't want to, but she made him do it anyway. He rubbed his mouth on her cunt for a while and tried to get up, but mom made him stay. She yelled for him to lick her with his tongue and held his neck down to force him. Finally he began to like it, and she didn't have to hold his head down anymore. I was jerking myself off something fierce by that time and when I saw his tongue on her naked pussy, I remember suddenly wishing it was me instead of her that was getting tongued off by the kid. Right then is when I came. God, but it was good! It was so powerful a feeling that I jerked my little ass around on the floor and made so much noise, my mom heard me. Of course that ended the scene. I got into a lot of trouble for watching. She spanked me and made me promise to never tell about what I'd seen, and threatened to get the kid in big trouble with his dad if he told.
"Mom thought that ended the affair, but she didn't realize that I'd been playing with myself when she heard me, and that I'd got my little cookies for the first time in my life. After that I used to fantasize a black kid sucking my pussy when I played with myself, and it always made me come. After I got to be older, I used to date a lot of black guys and, of course, I made a reality of my dream many times. I would only let them fuck me if they'd give me a good suck job first. Some of them tried to get me to give them a mouth job, but I seldom did it. I've sucked off only two or three guys in my life, but I've been sucked off by lots of them. The scene I witnessed undoubtedly caused me to have my particular thing about having a black kid suck me off, but I'm not sorry. Far from it!
"I've had other kinds of sex with black guys and I've had white guys suck my pussy, but neither thing is nearly as satisfying for me as my specific desire of being tongued by a black teenager. This was fine while I was a teenager myself, but as I reached my twenties, it became a different story. Although I still dug them the same age it was a little awkward for anyone my age to get access to a boy in his teens. By the time I was past twenty-five, you can see that it was downright impossible. I got scared that I'd get into some kind of legal trouble because of it, or be blackmailed. And I was especially afraid of losing my teaching job if ever there was a scandal.
"Then during my summer vacations abroad I got wind of how things are in Mombasa and I knew that was the perfect place for me. Every summer now I go there and get my fill of young black mouths, then return in the fall to resume my teaching job without anyone being the wiser. I date guys during the school year, but always guys my own age. Sometimes I even give them a piece of ass and get some good sucking from them, but it's never as great as what I get in the summer from the black boys in Mombasa.
"Here's how it works there. The city has plenty of women for sale as both simple prostitutes and slaves, but there isn't much demand for teenage boys for women. So that makes it even cheaper. My first summer I just had prostitutes. You know, one-nighters like a man has with a whore. But when I saw how easy it was and how groovy it was to at last have the kind of sex I've always wanted, I made arrangements to buy my own boy for the entire summer. Then when I left, I'd sell him back to the place where I bought him. I've done that for four years in a row now and loved every minute of it. I have a standing arrangement to rent the same house and I get a fresh new boy every year.
"The first year I had a seventeen-year-old who'd been around enough to really make a woman feel good. He was great. The next year I got me a well-built fifteen-year-old and discovered it was even more stimulating when the kid didn't know very much. Teaching him just how to suck me like I wanted added even more to my pleasure. So the following year I bought a good-looking little teenager just twelve years old. His name was M'bonji and he was black as coal. His very blackness was very exciting to me. I've always been turned on by the Negroes who are blackest.
"I figured if it was so much fun with an inexperienced fifteen-year-old it'd be even better with a younger, more naive kid. And I was certainly right! I'll tell you just how it was the summer I had M'bonji for my love slave.
"I made the purchase through an intermediary after looking over all the available boys for sale. Plenty of homosexual men buy boys, so there is usually a pretty large selection to choose from. I was lucky enough to see M'bonji the morning he was offered for sale, so no one else had a chance to get him. He was delivered to my door that night by an old woman to whom I gave a generous tip for her part in the transaction.
"As soon as I had him in the house I made sure he could speak English, which he was able to do very well, then began to have fun with him by playing the little verbal games that I always like to do as a prelude to the actual act of sex.
" 'M'bonji, you must understand that I own you now and that because you are my property, you must do anything I tell you. Is that understood?' I began. He nodded his head in solemn agreement. Then I told him he must always refer to me as 'mistress' and never call me by my given name. I went on to tell him that I was sure he'd enjoy being my slave and that I would always treat him well.
"His face was serious and reflective as he said, 'Yes, my mistress, I understand that I am your slave and I will do whatever you say.'
He was such an attractive boy that I simply sat looking at him for several minutes. He was rather tall for his age but still much shorter than I. He had a firmly muscled body that allowed me to see graceful rippling under his ebony skin whenever he moved about, and he wore his hair short and closely cropped in the manner of the tribe from which he hailed. He was neither fat nor thin, but very pleasingly molded with a certain solidness about him that gave him an unusual air of strength in one so young. His large eyes were black as the ace of spades and his teeth were like a small row of the whitest ivory. He had the extremely full lips which members of his race often possess in greater size than persons of any other race, and he had a wonderful large red tongue. It was his mouth, of course, which held perhaps more interest for me than any other part of his young body. But my interest in one other part of his body was almost equal to my concern over the voluptuous appearance of his mouth. I decided to have some fun with him about that part of his body.
"I said, 'Why is it that you wear clothing that covers only one part of your body? As you can see, I'm wearing clothes that cover a lot more of my body than you.
"He said very shyly, 'It is not for that part of me to be seen in public. But you, my mistress, have other things that must not be seen by others.'
" 'Has no woman ever seen what you have under your loin cloth?' I asked him.
" 'My ... my mother has seen it when I was younger. But no one else has unless one of my sisters peeked when I wasn't looking,' he answered, with a growing awareness of the direction of my questions.
"I was aware that the tribe he was from was a very conservative and moral one as African tribes go, so I pursued the point. 'And have you ever seen your sisters naked?' I asked. 'Have you ever seen what they have underneath their clothes?"
" 'No, but they are younger than me, so they don't have anything to hide yet except what's ... what's under their loin cloths between their legs.'
"You mean they don't have anything growing on their chests yet like I have here under my blouse?' I said.
"He nodded his head affirmatively and I asked, 'M'bonji, do you know what these are called in English?' as I pointed to my blouse. When he said he didn't, I informed him. 'Well these are called 'breasts' or 'tits' or sometimes 'knockers' along with a few other things. When a man sees them naked, he often gets very hot in a certain place. Do you know where that is?"
"The boy appeared momentarily flustered, but finally replied, 'Y-y-yes,' in a low voice, 'and pointed to his crotch. 'Down here,' he said bashfully.
" 'Do you know what that's called?' I asked.
" 'That ... that's my cock,' he said slowly.
" 'And does it get warm and harder when you think about what's under a woman's clothes? How about my tits? What do you think they look like?' I demanded.
" 'Yes, my Mistress, it makes my ... cock feel real funny and nice when I think about what's under a lady's clothes. I ... I'd really like to see yours, but I know I never could because it's evil,' he answered.
" 'Listen, M'bonji,' I told him, Tin going to let you look at my naked tits. You're going to find that I want you to do a lot of things that you may have been told are evil, but you must do them just the same. Now look!"
"And I unbuttoned my blouse very quickly and unclasped my bra in the back. I told him to come up to me and take it off with his own hands, and he immediately did as he was told although his hands were shaking like leaves. When my full tits were stark naked in front of the little twelve-year-old, he inhaled sharply, and I could see a movement underneath his scanty loin cloth. I stood before him in only my short skirt and shoes and began to become aroused thinking about what it was going to feel like to have his virginal lips sucking the hungry lips of my pussy.
"Keeping my eye on his crotch, I asked, 'Tell me, M'bonji, do you ever play with yourself. Do you ever handle your little prick with your hand and make yourself feel good?"
"He winced at my use of the word prick, and I could see that it was a word he wasn't accustomed to hearing a woman use. His eyes grew larger and he said, 'No!"
" 'M'bonji, you must not lie to me. Are you sure you've never played with yourself? I think the truth of the matter is that you have and that seeing my naked tits is making you want to do it to yourself this very minute,' I told him.
"He hung his head and admitted everything I had said was true. I think he thought I was going to punish him, so he was greatly surprised when I said, 'Go ahead and do it then. As a reward for telling me the truth, I'm going to let you play with yourself while you look at my tits.'
"By this time he was getting a lot less afraid of me than he had been at first, and it was clear that he was delighted at being able to jack off while looking at my tits. He grabbed his prick with no hesitation and began working on it. The freedom I was letting him enjoy evidently made him bolder because he then said, 'I've never seen what a pretty, grown lady like you has where I have a cock. Would ... would you .., could I see it?"
"I was naturally delighted that he wanted to see my pussy because I was dying to have his mouth on it. But I was teasing myself with him by making it happen slowly in order to give myself a greater thrill. I could have just demanded that he fall down on his knees and start sucking me as soon as he walked in, but it was much more erotically stimulating for me to take it slowly.
" 'You certainly can!' I told him. 'But you're going to have to work for it. Now I'm going to lie down and I want you to quit playing with yourself for a minute and come to me and take the rest of my clothes off. I'll raise my legs up so you can undo the waistband of my skirt and then I'll lift my ass so you can wriggle my panties off my ass and down my legs. Now get up here on the bed with me. But first get out of that loin cloth. I want you completely naked so I can see all of your black little body.'
"He was quick to do as I ordered and as he stripped my skirt and panties' off I could tell that he could hardly wait to start flogging his prick again.
" 'Now you can play with yourself again,' I said, and he went at it while he sat staring dumbfounded at my newly bared nakedness. His big dark eyes were riveted on my hairy crotch as though he would never again move his head as long as he lived.
"I luxuriated in the feeling of having him watch me, animal like, as he jacked himself off. I found myself stretching my arms and moving my ass around on the bed with increasing enjoyment. I asked him if he had shot off before as a result of playing with himself, and he admitted that it happened often. I asked him if he'd like to touch me somewhere on my naked body, maybe even with his cock, and he enthusiastically replied that he would.
"I said, 'Okay, M'bonji, put your hands on my tits and see if you like touching them as much as you seem to enjoy looking at them.' He did, and although his little cock was hard as a rock he appeared to momentarily forget it as he rubbed with both hands my nipples and the upper expanse of my big tits. I do have rather large ones, you know, and I can tell you that M'bonji didn't fail to massage every square inch of them. His new position put his groin near me so that his cock was touching my skin. I knew he was wanting to touch my pussy with it, but he was sufficiently aware of his being my slave not to ask for it. I was getting plenty hot by then and wanting to have a good wet head job so I told him to start playing around in my pussy hair. He immediately dropped his hands from my tits down to my crotch and started feeling around all through the curls of my cunt hair.
"I told him verbally exactly where to put his hands so as to give me the greatest pleasure. He didn't know how a woman's cunt is built, so I had to give him precise instructions on how to find my pussy lips deep in the mat of my hair, then how to stick his fingers inside them and finally how to locate my clitoris* which was throbbing like crazy. After he'd played with me only a few seconds in his young, amateurish way, I said, 'Now listen and listen closely, M'bonji, I want you to get down on your hands and knees between my legs and put your mouth on my pussy! I'm going to have you suck it and lick it and do all sorts of things to it with your mouth and tongue, do you understand? And you must do everything I tell you. I'm going to get my rocks off, my little slave, and your little mouth is what's going to do it for me.'
"At first he hesitated. I think that was too much for him to do his very first time. He probably thought of my cunt as being dirty and didn't want to put his mouth to it. But he knew he had to do whatever I said, so he overcame any qualms he had about doing it and thrust his head into my crotch.
" 'Ah, that's the way,' I told him. I could feel his fat lips foraging through the hair of my pussy as though he were a little goat grazing in a meadow. When his lips touched my wet pussy lips he felt my body shudder from the pleasure and stuck in his fat red tongue.
" 'That's the way!' I yelled, encouraging him. 'Let me feel that tongue. Move it in and out of my cunt. Good, good! Now find my clit with it. That's the way! Frig my clit with it!' The kid was a real natural at it. He caught on quick and did a great job of heating up my cunt.
" 'Do it real slow now. Ahhh, that's the way. That's good, that's good. Oh shit, kid, do it just like you're doing it for a while.' I felt a climax building up deep in my cunt, so I said, 'Now let me have it a little faster. That's it, that's it! And let me feel your fingers on my pussy lips while you suck it. Ahhh, good, good! A little faster now, ahhh. Faster, faster! Yes, yes! Oh shit, I'm about to get it!"
"Then, with his little twelve-year-old tongue licking my hot clit with the speed of a tom-tom, I felt myself moving toward a wonderful spasm.
" 'Aiieeeee!' I groaned and got my rocks off so fucking good that I lay still for several minutes.
"Afterwards I gave him a special reward by jacking him off with my hand until his black little cock spewed gobs of white all over the bed. During the first day I had the kid lick my cunt until I came on seven different occasions and I jacked him off twice more.
"For the remainder of the summer I had all the teenage cunt lapping I wanted. And at the end of the summer when I sold M'bonji, I'd trained him into one of the best little cunt lickers you could ever expect to find."
Jean leaned back in her chair after finishing her long monologue and seemed to be reflecting on a pleasurable thought somewhere deep within her consciousness. Then she roused herself and said, 'Excuse me for daydreaming. I was just thinking what it's going to be like next summer when I return to Mombasa and buy a brand new boy.'
Knowing the details of the remarkable young lady's strong sex appetite and her previously evidenced ability to attain the goals she sets for herself, I am quite sure that the following summer found her once again at the slave market in Mombasa.
CHAPTER SIX: Hong Kong
"When you've stopped off in as many foreign seaports as I have, you get kind of jaded about sex," a merchant seaman informed me, "but if a man don't get horny from watching those young yellow girls in Hong Kong, he should start worrying about himself."
The man who offered this opinion, to whom I shall refer as Stan, is a forty-year-old American citizen who has been a civilian sailor for over twenty years. The information he was able to furnish about teenage sex slavery was invaluable, especially with regard to Hong Kong. I learned during the course of our conversations that he was partial to Hong Kong for two reasons: First, he was attracted to females of the Oriental races over their black, brown, and white sisters to an enormous degree; and second, he derived nearly all his sexual satisfaction from voyeuristic contacts with teenage girls. Apparently his comment about being sexually jaded was more than an idle statement, and he had come to the point where his total sex drive was channeled into very narrow limits. If he was not able to practice the role of voyeur, or if the females involved were anything other than teenage Orientals, then Stan evinced no interest in them.
In view of his rather stringent requirements it is not surprising that Hong Kong rates so highly in his estimation. The city-island is of course located in the Far East, and its more than three million inhabitants are almost entirely oriental. But there are other reasons.
According to the Columbia Viking Desk Encyclopedia, Hong Kong is located in "SE. China, adjoining Kwangtung province," and is "a free port and international air hub." Since the city is a British crown colony it is considerably more accessible to the Western world than most other oriental countries except Japan, a fact which has contributed greatly to its importance as an international air hub. And although the "free port" status mentioned refers to commerce and trade, we shall shortly learn from an eye witness observer just how "free" Hong Kong is in other areas.
The fact that the city-island is located "adjoining Kwangtung province" bears an important veiled significance when we consider the location of another city-Macao. Again referring to the Columbia Viking Desk Encyclopedia, we find that Macao also "adjoins Kwangtung province"-putting Macao right across the bay from Hong Kong. A further note on the city informs us that Macao "now derives much revenue from smuggling and gambling interests."
As to what is smuggled from mainland Macao across the bay to the city-island of Hong Kong, it is necessary to rely on the firsthand report of merchant seaman Stan.
"There's plenty of contraband finds its way across the bay from Macao to the free port of Hong Kong," he told me. "There's lots of stuff like spices, coffee and tobacco, cigarettes and stuff like that. But what they don't talk about much is the people smuggled across. What it amounts to is plain slavery, but there's so much of it done that a lot of money's involved, so everybody's happy. Hell, even the slaves themselves don't seem to mind. Most of them are young kids and teenagers sold as prostitutes, but they seem to think the life of a sex slave isn't too bad when compared with the poverty and hunger they'd be up against if they stayed on the mainland."
Because of his own participation with the sex slavery rampant in Hong Kong, and because of a slight feeling of embarrassment over his sex perversion, Stan was somewhat reticent to go speak further on the matter. But when I assured him absolute anonymity and explained that my role was simply that of data compiler-not of judge over his personal sex habits-he agreed to continue with complete cooperation and candor.
"In my time I've had as many whores as the next sailor," he began, "and I've had 'em all ages. But I always preferred the young ones myself. When a woman gets into her twenties, she's on her way out as far as I'm concerned. You know, her figure starts going and the wrinkles are beginning a little around her eyes. But don't get me wrong. I don't go in for fucking kids like some guys I've known in my life at sea. If a girl ain't even old enough to raise a little pair of knockers, I ain't got no interest in her. And for me to really get my jollies, I want them to be quite a bit older than that. These little twelve-and thirteen-year-old pieces of jailbait don't show me much-even if they have that yellow skin and slanted eyes I go ape over. My favorite age is say, from about fifteen to eighteen. They're old enough by that time to know what to do with their tits and cunts without being so old they've worn 'em out.
"That's the kind of girls I used to pay for in all the whore houses up and down the China Sea. Then I had that damned accident with the fuel oil three years ago that burned my groin and legs and left me with a bunch of ugly scars. You can't see them as long as I have my pants on, but who the hell wants to keep his pants on when he goes to a whore house? My cock and balls are fine, but I'm so fucking scarred up all around down there that I'm ashamed for anyone to see me. Especially some girl I'm about to lay the meat to. I finally got up nerve enough after I got well to go to a whore house when my ship pulled into .Manila once. But when I saw the look on that young whore's face when she layed eyes on me naked, I couldn't even work up a hard. After that I started getting all my kicks by watching, and now it's the only way I can get my pleasure.
"In Hong Kong, you know, they got any kind of sex a man could want at one place or another. Right downtown you can buy a regular piece of ass or a blow job. There's even a few joints for the queers downtown. But for the farther-out stuff, you go out to the sampans. There's a whole big expanse of them sampan boats right outside of town and it's almost like a separate city. There's families who live on sampans just like it was a house and they have stores on them and everything. The sampans are anchored and floating in the water but it's just like dry land when you get used to it.
"They got sex sampans for the leather freaks, for the animal show guys, for guys who want to get beat on and slapped around, for the creeps who like to get shit and pissed on-everything. They even got one where they keep real young kids to give blow jobs and jack you off. And believe me, by stateside standards, it's dirt cheap, too. If you just want a fast fuck or a one-night stand there's a hundred cunts waiting to accommodate you. And if you want a long term scene-say a couple of weeks or so-you can pay not too much more and buy yourself a goddamn slave just like they used to do in the old days!
"I used to go to a certain sampan every time I was in Hong Kong. I was a 'regular* there every time I was in port, so the kid who ran it recognized me the first time we docked there after my accident and asked me to come patronize his place. His name was Kang, and he was only about eighteen himself but he'd acquired his own group of slaves from Macao and he ruled over them like some fucking king. When I told him I wasn't interested anymore and told him why, he laughed and said to come by for a little surprise on the house. When I got there, he showed me into a secret room on the sampan where I could watch his girls turn a few tricks. Then he smiled and left right away out of regard for my privacy. I guess the little bugger suspected I'd get horny from watching and want to beat off and he was right. His girls had a bunch of quick tricks that night, so I got to see four different fuck scenes in the space of an hour and a half. All the customers were sailors like me, so it was pretty easy for me to imagine myself in their shoes while they were slamming the meat to the little sixteen- and seventeen-year-old slant-eyed babes. I got a big hard during the first scene and when the next girl went down on her man and sucked him off, I beat myself off 'till I got my nuts off. By the time I saw the third one, my old cock started to rise again and during the last girl's trick I frigged myself 'til I shot off again.
"Before I left I made a" deal with Rang to occupy the secret room whenever I wanted by paying less than I would have normally paid for a single fuck. It was extra money without using an extra girl as far as he was concerned, and for me, it was the beginning of a whole new lease on my sex life. Before long I got so wound up in watching, that I don't think I would have wanted a straight fuck even if my scars were gone again. There's something very sexy about being able to watch to your heart's content while a young snatch gets split open and fucked by a big fat cock, especially when you know that neither one has the slightest idea they're being watched.
"I got to see a lot more than just simple fucking, too. That was the best part of my deal with Kang. He gave me my own key to the secret room so I could come and go as I pleased-so I could go early in the day and see the girls in bed sleeping or waking up and doing all the stuff a girl does in the morning. Kang showed me how to operate the secret sliding panel so I could see into either room of the sampan I wanted-the 'fucking room' or the 'sleeping room."
"I think the girl named Wan Ti was my favorite. She was about the juiciest-looking cunt I've ever seen and she had just been brought over from Macao, so she was unspoiled. She was sixteen years old and built like a brick shithouse even though she didn't have a damned bit-of experience in bed. Kang told me he'd paid a little extra for her since she was guaranteed to be a virgin. I got to watch him 'break her in' one night. What a show! Kang looked just like any other chink to me, but to the girls he owned, he was lord and master. Being young himself, he tended to go for older women-'more experienced,' he used to say-but whenever he got a new cunt, he broke her in himself in order to make her know who was boss and to make sure she'd be a good fuck for his customers.
"First he had her go in the room by herself and wait for him without knowing exactly when he'd be there. His idea was to make her as anxious and scared as possible and then fuck her virgin pussy whether she was ready or not. He figured if he made the first time as rough as anything she might get from future customers, that she wouldn't react badly with them and lose money for him.
"I was there ahead of time, waiting for her to come in. When I laid my eyes on her I almost came in my pants. She was short like most of the chink girls are, hardly more than five feet even, but she was beautifully proportioned. She didn't have the slightly stubby look you find in some Orientals. Her hair was coal black and her eyes were large and widely spaced; they had that sexy-looking slant to them that always drives me out of my mind. Her skin was smooth as silk without a blemish anywhere and she moved with the graceful, quick movements of a cat. She had her clothes on, but she took them off to bathe before giving herself to Rang. So I got to see everything she had.
"First she sat down and removed her shoes and coarse peasant stockings. I got a great shot of her slender athletic legs when she did that. Then she stood up and peeled her jersey over her head. I knew from experience that Orientals often go without a bra but I sure wasn't prepared for the fine pair of jugs on Wan Ti. The girl would've needed at least a size thirty-eight if she wore Western style clothes, and yet there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her ribs were visible as she stretched her arms up and there was little trace of fat around her waist. But those tits of hers stuck out like hand grenades. They were balloon-shaped, taut-skinned, without any droop whatsoever. They looked firm enough to support a man without him ever flattening them out on her chest with his weight. The thought of me lying on top of that babe, with those luscious mounds straining against me while I kissed her mouth, was enough to set me off on a wild hand-job orgy even before I even got to see her cunt.
"I didn't have to wait long though. She obliged me by stripping off her skirt and panties and stepping under the shower. The warm water evidently calmed her a little because she started carefully soaping herself all over and exhaling deep sighs. While this was still going on, Kang knocked on the door. He couldn't see her reaction but I could. She suddenly looked up, fright in her eyes, gripping her hands together very nervous like. Then, almost subconsciously, she reached down with her hand and placed it over her cunt in a sort of protective way, like she wanted to put off being fucked for as long as possible.
"She jerked a towel over her naked, gleaming-wet body and dashed to the door. Kang came in, shoved her down on the bed, and asked her if she'd ever had a man's prick up her cunt before. She said, 'No,' but told him she knew she had to and asked what he wanted her to do. He asked her if she had ever masturbated and she shook her head like she didn't, understand. Kang suddenly stood up and hollered for Ku Lin, an eighteen-year-old who'd been his slave for over three years.
"He told Ku Lin that Wan Ti didn't even know how to fingerfuck herself and wanted Ku Lin to show her. Wan Ti looked embarrassed as hell about the whole thing, but sat down on the bed to see what would happen next.
"Kang yelled, 'Get that towel away from your body, Wan Ti. I don't care if you're dry yet or not. By the time we get through with you your cunt's going to be a lot wetter than that! I suspect you're lying to me about not knowing how to masturbate yourself, but if you are telling the truth, then look at what Ku Lin's doing and follow her example."
"I was already watching Ku Lin. She brazenly jerked up her skirt and sat down cross-legged in the floor with her silk panties down around her ankles. Her knees flopped apart like a well-used gate and she got busy on herself. It was sexy as hell the way she sat there, frigging herself in front of Kang and Wan Ti without even removing any of her clothes. I'd fucked the little bitch myself, back before my accident, and I knew how sultry and desirable her expression was close up. She had that same old bitch-in-heat look on her face as she looked at them and fingered the wet lips of her naked pussy.
"Kang went over and grabbed a handful of fat tit in his hand. He pushed Wan Ti onto her back and shouted, 'Go ahead, rub your slit and let yourself go. If I don't see some pussy juice between your legs pretty soon I'm going to make you suck Ku Lin's cunt. Maybe that'll get you hot if you can't do it yourself!"
"I'm surprised-his tone didn't scare her enough to keep her from ever getting her cookies off with his yelling, but it didn't work out that way at all. I saw Wan Ti's fat little tit flop onto the sheet as she turned over on the bed on her stomach and grabbed a pillow. She jammed that pillow underneath her pussy and started hunching away at it. I think Kang was about as surprised as I was-the teenager had been lying through her teeth about never playing with herself and even had her own little private way of doing it!
"She closed her eyes and sighed. It looked like she was trying to shut out everything around her but the hot little cunt between her pretty legs.
"I couldn't wait any longer for my own pleasure in the face of both girls about to come, so I speeded up my fingers and shot off. Before I could get my cock wiped off I saw Ku Lin smile and start jerking her ass and I knew she'd gotten hers. And Wan Ti wasn't far behind. She began to pound that pillow something fierce against her naked crotch and then whimpered like a baby and bit her lip as she hit her climax. Kang was watching the whole thing as cool as a cucumber, but after his two girls had brought themselves off, he had Ku Lin strip him, then made Wan Ti lick his cock until he shot his wad. When he did, he grabbed her head and made her take it in her mouth and swallow it.
"After a few weeks of paying Kang to watch the girls I began to lose interest. It seemed like I needed more of a thrill than just watching from the secret room of the sampan. So I started snooping around at night among the other sampans, looking for teenaged girls to spy on. Most adults worked during the day and there was nobody at home to watch the kids, so it was pretty easy to prowl among the hulls and riggings of the sampans until I found something worth watching.
"Once I spotted a couple of teenagers lying in bed in their underwear, kissing and slipping their hands into each other's underpants. But when I got closer I could see that it was a pair of boys. For Christ's sake! I never could see anything in another male's body, so I kept going 'til it was almost dark. Then I caught sight of a pretty, slant-eyed girl lying with a boy about her own age. She was letting him feel her up under her top and she was teasing him by playing around with his cock through the outside of his pants. I think they were 'boyfriend and girl friend' rather than prostitute and customer, because the only ass a young Hong Kong boy gets is what he can find for himself. None of them have enough money to pay for it.
"These kids were both about seventeen and I could tell from the way the girl was acting that she'd either had the old prick plenty of times or else she was putting on a damned .good imitation. I think the boy was a lot less experienced though. I could tell he was dying to get his hands on more flesh but he didn't seem very sure of himself. It was plain to see that she was having a ball getting him steamed up without letting him get into her pants. But finally she played around so much with the boy's stiff tool that she started getting hot in spite of herself. I think she must have been a prostitute home on her day off and wanted to make it with someone her own age instead of some old bastard.
"She giggled under her breath and pushed her tits up in his face, letting him get a better hold on them underneath her blouse. When the hot little bitch couldn't wait any longer, she shot her tongue deep into his mouth and at the same time rammed her hand down the front of his straining pants' crotch. In seconds she'd come out of there with his hard pole in her hand and had started to jack it off for him. He naturally wanted his fingers in her panties and she not only let him do it, but guided his hand while she continued to jack him off and fill his mouth with her tongue. The boy started breathing hard and screwing up his face like he was about to get his nuts off. As soon as she saw that, she took her hand off his cock and gave it a sound whack. This completely upset him until she showed him that he could still play with her pussy as much as he wanted. And mixed in with her kisses was a lot of talk that I took to be an explanation of why she'd slapped his cock.
"I think she must have known he was about to shoot off and wanted to keep him from doing it too soon. She put her arms around his back and pulled him down on top of her, all the while urging him to work faster on her pussy. Then she suddenly jerked off her skirt and let it fall onto the floor before grabbing him by the cock again. She was moving closer to her own bag of goodies and knew she'd be able to come when he did, I guess. Sure enough, she never slowed down from that point on. She started licking his face, slobbering on his neck and beating the boy off harder and harder. Then I saw her spread her yellow-skinned legs wide and grab him by the ass, bringing his tool directly over her crack. The kid took the cue and slammed his prick into her hard and fast. In no time he had her groaning in ecstasy. I already had my own cock out, of course, and when I saw them about to come, I stepped up my frigging and shot a big wad off.
"The couple hadn't so much as even suspected I was around, but I had got what I needed and was satisfied. The rest of my shore leave in Hong Kong was spent snooping around, trying to get in on some more peeking. Eventually though, before I put to sea again, I got lonesome for Wan Ti, Ku Lin, and the other girls over at Kang's sampan. I went back and for a little pocket change I got the same deal I'd had with him before. It sure was great to be able to see all those little yellow asses and tits shaking and hunching under some sailor's hard cock on my last night ashore. It's occurred to me since then that I got my kicks from the sex slaves in Hong Kong without even having to fork out money and buy one of my own. The teenagers all belonged to Kang just as much as his sampan did and they wouldn't have dreamed of trying to run away or do anything against his wishes. You can bet I'm going to head straight for his place the next time my boat docks in the Hong Kong harbor. In my position a man can't exactly pick and choose. If I'm not careful, I'm liable to get in trouble trying to peek into some teenage girl's window in some other part of the world. But I can always rely on those cute little fuckers in Hong Kong to let me watch them spread their legs and take the old cock as much as I want."
Having furnished me with the preceding information, Stan then gave me the name of a friend of his who would give me an equally good picture of teenage slavery in another part of the world. He told me how to get in touch with the man and assured me that he would be able to provide me with reliable information. In addition, he explained that he would be able to drop a personal note to him and convince him it was all right to tell me everything and to pull no punches. I was soon to learn that the seaman to whom Stan referred me was every bit as informative as I had been told.
CHAPTER SEVEN Southern Spain
Spain! To the romantics among us, the very word may bring to mind bullfights, fast-stepping flamenco dancers, rhythmic guitars, and beautiful senoritas. But to the relatively few people whose tastes are guided by sexual appetites, and whose quest for excitement has led them to transact slave dealings with certain unscrupulous Spanish gypsies, the thought of Spain brings to mind a far different picture-that of lustful orgies with olive-skinned, naked young teenagers.
"When those gypsies know what kind of action you're looking for, you don't have to do another thing. For a few bucks they handle all the details. They leave the regular pimping to the Spaniards. What they specialize in is what you can't get anywhere else in Spain. For a guy who digs fresh meat, and I mean really fresh, the gypsies will sell you a girl as young as you want. And if you happen to be a little kinky in a way that most people don't understand that doesn't bother them a bit. As soon as the money changes hands you've got yourself a slave, man, and for as long as you want her."
The above statement was spoken to me by a merchant marine named Chester who speaks the language and knows the country well. After being introduced to him by another sailor, I found him extremely knowledgeable and willing to talk about the gypsy slave dealers along the southern coast of Spain.
What Chester related to me concerned much more than the simple business of slavery itself, though surely that is enough to repulse the average citizen. Chester is a self-confessed exhibitionist, and he went into great detail about his participation in the this aberration with the young Spanish slaves. Although he admitted to me that he can not achieve sexual satisfaction without exhibiting his sex organ, his sex drive is by no means limited to that act. He displayed an avid interest in a wide diversity of sex acts. A primary urge in Chester's sex life is his desire to show his sex organ (exhibitionism)-especially to young females. This desire for pre-adult sex partners (pedophilia) is often present in the exhibitionist.
John Roeburt, in his book Sex-Life and the Criminal Law, presents a good example of the coupling of the two perversions: "There are cases, too, of pedophilia combined with exhibitionism-the male parent given to fondling the sexual organs of his child is also compelled to parade nudely and expose himself to the child."
As to the aberration of exhibitionism itself, a very objective and candid comment is made by Dr. Lars Ullerstam in his book, The Erotic Minorites: "Generally speaking, self-exposure takes place whenever a person shows his genitals to another, thereby intending to achieve sexual pleasure. The behavior can be observed in apes, and it is common among children. In many primitive cultures it has even been a social institution, and the ancient Greeks featured it extensively in their festivals. Thus there is reason to regard it as a normal biological variant-if it is absolutely necessary to make such a valuation. But the psychiatrists have mainly tended to confirm the jurists' and social moralists' devaluation: they have spoken of degeneracy (Seiffer), psychopathy (Krafft-Eb-ing), neuropathy (Havelock ElHs), psychosexual infantilism (Freud, Stekel), neurotic compulsion (Rickles), personality flaws (Plaut), pathological personality, perverted personality, neurasthenia, epilepsy, etc. All those rickety diagnoses, propped up with industrious philosophizing, serve to camouflage the fact that we do not know anything and haven't found out anything about it."
Whatever the reason for Chester's exhibition-istic-pedophiliac desires, however, it is only because of the gypsy-organized teen sex slavery that he was able to act out those desires. But let us learn of that in his own words:
"All a guy has to do to get some really choice young snatch is just travel through the area between Malaga and Cartagena along the southern coast of Spain. That's where most of the gypsies hang out. As soon as they are convinced you're not a member of the Spanish policia they'll do business with you. They already have a good idea you want something more than a plain old fuck from a common whore or you wouldn't be snooping around their part of the country. They've been plying their particular trade so long that they know people are aware that they specialize in teenagers and kids sold as sex slaves.
"When my ship put into Cadiz for two month's repairs, I immediately felt the old urge, so I went overland east to Malaga and from there on into gypsy country. I stopped at a provencial inn-a posada, they call it-to have a few drinks and a good night's sleep before moving on. After several glasses of wine I got the old feeling again and knew I couldn't wait 'til I found the gypsies to show my cock to some senorita. It was still pretty early so I walked up the stairs to my room and discovered two maids at work tidying up in the hall. One was down on her hands and knees putting the finishing touch on a wax job. I couldn't help noticing that the nearest one's head was just about on a level with my belt buckle. That did it. I spoke to her in Spanish and asked her where the bathroom was. When she looked up to point the way I unzipped my pants and said, 'Look at this, honey. Did you ever see one of these before?' My cock was hard as a rock.
"The girl looked real flustered and just stared at it for an instant. Then she got a real scared look in her eyes like she thought I was going to rape her. When I saw that expression of fear, I felt the hot blood rush through my prick and started spurting come all over her clean hall. She jumped up screaming and pushed her way past me. I ran into my room and flopped down on the bed; I really wasn't too worried about the management doing anything to me. In that part of the country they're used to stuff like that. At the very most, they might ask for a small mordida from me. The mordida, or bribe, seems to be one of Spain's greatest sources of income. Everyone, from posada managers to la policia, indulges in the practice.
"I lay back and took pleasure in recalling the expression on the maid's face when she found herself suddenly staring at my naked prick. That's how I usually like for them to act. When I see a girl get that scared look on her face, or maybe even a look of disgust, I shoot my wad without even having to do so much as touch my cock, must less jack it off. It's her reaction that turns me on. If I ever had some girl just ignore what I was showing them, or they seemed indifferent and just told me to go fuck off, then my cock would droop down and I'd get no satisfaction whatever. If they're interested and want to see more, of course, that's the greatest. I've talked to other guys who like to show their pricks and they say it's the same way with them: surprise a girl by sticking it out in front of her and she'll almost always either get scared or else become very disgusted and jerk her eyes away from it. And that's just what I need to see to make me get my rocks off in a hurry.
"While I was still lying on the bed thinking about how scared the girl had looked the other girl who'd been working farther down the hall stuck her head in and said, 'Please, senor, I must speak with you.'
"I didn't know what was going on but I figured she just wanted a little mordida money from me and she'd probably threaten to tell on me if I didn't give it to her. But the lusty, dark expression in her eyes told me she had something else on her mind.
"She closed the door behind her, grinned at me and said, 'Senor, you like to have a girl, no? What you do in hall, you need to have fucky-fucky, no? I know girls who-"
"I stopped her because I was sure she was only trying to peddle her own ass, and this broad wasn't young or pretty enough to interest me. Besides, I wanted more than just a straight fuck. I needed some girl who'd let me do my thing with her. I said, 'Hold your breath, baby. No offense, but I'm not interested.'
"But she surprised me by answering, 'Wait senor. You do not understand me. I know what you like. You like nasty things with girls, you like show them what you showed my friend in hall, no? You want have girls see you naked between legs.'
"I admitted she had my number and she told me that if I'd pay her, she'd let me go to her house and expose myself to her younger sister. Then she whipped out a picture of her sis and my sleeping cock woke up. The girl was no more than fifteen and had the sweetest face you ever saw. That's the kind I especially like; you know, the kind that are very proper-looking, very shy and uppity. If a girl's a little foul-mouthed slut to begin with, I don't get as much pleasure from showing my cock off to them. I want to force them to my level.
"I paid the maid without another word and slept like a baby that night knowing I'd be able to do my thing the next morning before I left town. I kept thinking about how much fun it was going to be to surprise her early in the morning. That's when the maid claimed her sister would still be in bed with nobody else in the house. I'd bared my prick to girls in parks and on the street before, but I'd never had the pleasure of doing it to them in their own home.
"On the way out of town I stopped at the house and knocked softly on the door. In the back of my mind I knew the maid might have just been making herself a little easy money by lying to me about the whole thing, but I was hoping for the best. I was supposed to tell the sister that the maid had sent me to deliver an important message to her. Shit, man, when that door opened I nearly crapped in my pants! There stood the young girl I'd seen in the picture. She was a real little knockout, too. A face like an angel and slim, pretty legs sticking out from under her beat-up old white nightgown. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me real funny because she couldn't imagine what an Anglo was doing at her door. It was obvious she'd just got out of bed. She had that sexy, half-asleep look on her face that I love to see on a cunt. I said, 'Pardon me, senorita, I have a message from your sister at the hotel. May I come in?"
"Normally she wouldn't have let me in the house, I imagine, but would have simply asked what the message was. But she was still waking up and wasn't too sharp. She opened the door and I walked into the living room. The place was so tiny she had to sleep in that room. Seeing the warm bed she'd just gotten out of made me hot from thinking of the warm young body that had been lying in it. I was quaking with excitement at what I was about to do.
"She took a few steps backward, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 'I'll bet what I've got to show her will wake her up!' I thought to myself.
"She looked up at me through her long eye lashes and asked, 'Yes, senor? You have a message from my sister?"
"My hands were trembling with lust as I jerked my fly open and flopped a big stiff out in her face. 'I've got a message for you okay, baby,' I whispered, 'but it ain't from your sister. Here's my message for you right here. Look!"
"Her eyes got as big as saucers and she leaped back and started sputtering in surprise. She put her hands over her eyes and started crying. The sight of that pretty young thing crying was the sexiest thing I'd seen in weeks. I shot off at once and some even got on the hem of her gown as my hot load arched toward the floor. I laughed and said, 'What do you think of that, you little bitch? I'll bet you'd like to have this rub your pussy a little, wouldn't you! Come on, look at it!"
"I guess a big part of my thing is wanting to humiliate and embarrass a girl when I expose myself. I couldn't have asked for anything better than having her cry. But I knew where to draw the line so I ran out the door and hightailed it away from the house before she called some neighbor or the policia. As I ran to my car I heard her bawling about 'that terrible man,' and heard her sob, 'Why must my sister do these things to me? Last month she take money for to let a man look through window, see me naked. Now this!"
"I'd wondered why the maid was willing to do something like that to her own sister. Since I got what I wanted out of the deal I didn't really give a damn about the reason, but it appeared to be simply money. She was past the age where she could make much by selling her own cunt so she took every opportunity to make a little easy money. And she didn't think much of her little sister's privacy.
"By noon I was miles away to the east. I came upon a gypsy man driving a brightly colored covered wagon pulled by two burros. He flagged me down and tried to sell me some kind of worthless toys he was peddling.
" 'For your children, for your children, senor!' he yelled. 'A gift for them when you return to your country!"
"When I told him I didn't have any children a gleam came to his eyes and he asked me if I was married. When I told him I wasn't, he invited me to pull over under the shade of a tree and look at 'other items' he had for sale. I understood his veiled meaning so I did as he suggested. As soon as he was satisfied that I wasn't an undercover policia he opened up.
" 'You not have a wife; you wanna have a little fun on your trip, no senor?"
"I smiled just enough to let him know I was interested if the price was right and said, 'Maybe. The only thing I've seen so far on this trip are old hags. Can you do any better?"
"He was almost beside himself when he realized I was a potential customer. 'Ah, senor, no hags here! Young girls, senor, I can give you. Come! Come here!"
"He motioned me back to the rear of his wagon and said, 'Now you look, senor. You look for nothing. You like my girls, we talk.'
"He pointed through a flap in his tent and damned if the old buzzard didn't have three girls lying back there! Two of them looked to be about sixteen and had their backs to me while a young one, maybe twelve, was sitting facing me. The two older ones were only wearing sleazy-looking blouses made from some kind of netting. I knew if they turned around I could see everything they had on top. The young one didn't have a goddamned thing on but a pair of worn out panties and a pair of red socks. I could see her little plumb-sized titties as she leaned over to whisper something to the other two, then brazen as hell, she crawled along the floor of the wagon with those baby tits dangling and said, 'Lookame, senor, lookame! Please, a few coins and you play with me here, huh?"
"She sat up in front of me on her knees and placed her fingers under the small boobies, pushing the nipples high. Her crotch was only a couple of feet from my face and I could see a few strands of black pussy hair sticking out through one of the many threadbare holes.
"When I didn't give her an immediate response she became more agitated. 'You can put your fingers in my panties and play with that, too, for only a few more coins. What you want, senor? Come, I jack you off. You do nothing, I jack you off."
"One of the other girls turned half way around so I was able to see one of the grapefruits under her blouse. She had black, snapping eyes and a soft, generous mouth.
" 'Maybe the senor want a real woman, Mag-dalena. Maybe he no like the tetas of a child, want something more,' she said to the younger girl, pointing to her small titties and jutting out her own even further for me to compare. 'Hey, senor, am I right?' she said.
"She was plenty good looking but I wanted to see everything the old gypsy had to offer so I hollered at the third girl, 'You there, blondie, let me see what you look like. Turn around.'
"I'd been surprised at the sight of a blond as soon as I laid eyes on her.. Before she could move the old gypsy grabbed my sleeve and whispered, 'A word, senor.'
"He told me that the blond came from Asturia, in the north of Spain, and that because she was blond she would cost a bit more. He unashamedly mentioned that although the two other girls were his daughters, the blond, called Caterina, had been 'found' by him after becoming 'lost' near her hometown of Oviedo. I had heard before that native Spaniards were always having their daughters kidnapped and spirited away by gypsies to be turned into money-making prostitutes. I was sure she must be one of them.
"He said, 'You want the good fucky-fucky my big girl, she fuck you good. You want the sucky-sucky, you find no better than my little girl. She not big enough yet to take you inside her but she know how to play naughty.'
"He could see I was interested but undecided so he added, 'Between me and you, senor, the blond Caterina much better than my daughters. She worth the price. Only sixteen.'
"It was hard to tell whether he was trying to make the additional money Caterina brought, or whether he was feeling a little sheepish at pimping for his own flesh and blood and wanting to save them from me. When he named the price for Caterina he automatically quoted two prices-one for a single session, and one for selling her outright. It suddenly dawned on me that I could own a slave girl of my very own. I gave him some money and told him I wanted to see all three girls make it together before I went any further. I also told him about my thing and that I'd like to see what his daughters and Caterina thought of my big stiff prick. He smiled, put the money in his pocket, and told me to climb into the wagon and see for myself.
"I leaped in and said, 'Here it is, you little sluts. Who wants a nice mouthful of this thing?' I pointed to the hard cock I'd just exposed in front of all three of the young girls. I think his older daughter must have been a little miffed that I hadn't chosen to fuck her because she climbed into the front of the wagon without any reaction at all. Magdalena, the young one, boldly came over and said, 'Oh, let me. Let me do it. Please. I'll swallow your come and everything. You won't be sorry,' She wriggled her ass so I'd be sure not to miss the holes in the front of her panties, and added, 'You can fuck me too. My father says I am too small to take a man but he is wrong. I will show you!"
"I guess some guys would have wanted to fuck the pants off the kid, but she was too eager for me in spite of her cuteness. All the time she was yammering, blondie was looking the other way, pretending she didn't see my prick. When I brushed Magdalena aside and stepped in front of the blond one, Magdalena hollered, 'Caterina thinks she is too good to let a man under her dress. She no good fucky-fucky!' Little did Magdalena realize, of course, that a cunt like Caterina was just what I wanted.
"I reached over and turned her face towards me so she'd have to look at my prick. She was red as a beet from her neck up. The surprise element was gone so I didn't shoot off right away. I decided I wanted to fuck her. I said, 'You better open up your legs, baby. I'll bet my ass you're not a virgin or that old fucker would ask more money for you. This cock of mine didn't scare you a bit, huh? Well, blondie, before I get through sliding this in and out of your tight little cunt you're going to know what it's like to have something filling up that empty hole."
"I wasn't really sure I could keep a hard, but it pissed me off that she was so damned uppity. I reached down and pried her legs apart so I could get a look at her pussy. As I yanked her panties down her long smooth legs I heard a rustling noise to my left. Glancing over without taking my direct gaze off Caterina's naked crotch, I saw that both Magdalena and her sister had sneaked under the wagon flap where they thought I couldn't see them. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I could tell they wanted my cock up their cracks so bad they could almost feel it, money or no money. Having them watch me like that, and knowing they thought they were spying on me without my knowledge, made me hot as a sonofabitch.
"I stuck my prick right under Caterina's uppity nose and shot a splatter of white cream all over her face. She got so mad and frightened I thought she was going to burst. She opened her mouth to scream something and her arousal made me do something I hadn't done in years. I shot off a second time within a time span of only a few seconds-and I did it by ramming my prick right into her open mouth. I grabbed hold of her fat tits with both hands and socked it to her until I thought she was going to gag. Then I let her go and cleaned myself off. When I left the wagon the old gypsy saw the satisfied look on my face and knew I'd had a pretty good tifne.
"He lined me up with a niece of his for the next day and told me how to surprise her so I could get my rocks off the way he knew I liked it. Next day I waited by the spring, and when his niece showed up I stepped from behind a tree with a big stiff showing, and said, 'Did you ever see a better one than this, baby? I'll bet you'd like to play with it wouldn't you?"
"She yelled and dropped her water bucket. Her skirt flew up in the air and I got a fine shot of her panties as I spurted my wad out on the ground. After she recovered from the shock it was my turn to be surprised. She ripped off her blouse and showed me two big ones as she knelt in front of me and screamed, *Oh my god. Let me suck it. Oh I can't stand it. I must have that in my mouth!' And with that she grabbed me with both hands and started milking my cock like a leech. She was a mad woman when it came to sucking cocks and her uncle knew she'd be unable to resist going down on me when I showed it to her. That's why he'd set me up with her. She gave me head for a good twenty minutes until I got up another hard and came off in her mouth.
"For the next three weeks the old gypsy supplied me with all kinds of exciting situations for me to show my cock in. When it was time for me to go back to my ship the old fucker offered me any girl I'd seen during my stay for just ten times the amount I paid him for a single fuck. And he included his daughters in the deal! But I couldn't figure any way to get one on board ship so I had to let the deal pass.
"I'll tell you one thing though. The next time my ship docks anywhere within a thousand miles of southern Spain there's going to be a few gypsy gals who look up to see my cock staring them in the face."
In later contacts with other persons familiar with sex slavery in Spain, I was repeatedly told the same thing: the gypsies were the people to find; they could always be counted on to come up with a young girl for rent or sale.
CHAPTER EIGHT Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
In our previous accounts of sex slavery, all the participants had at least one thing in common despite their varied erotic appetites. They were all human beings. But I came across an instance in South America in which even that generality was no longer valid. In Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, there is an immense interest in forcing slave girls into unnatural sex acts with animals-bestiality.
The place: teeming barrios on the outskirts of the city. The time: once a year-at Mardi Gras. The infamous barrios are dirt-poor sections of the metropolis in which thousands of people are forced to live packed together like rats. And Mardi Gras, of course, is the religious holiday celebrated in many parts of the world. It is a time not characterized by great excesses in self control, to say the least. And when it is Mardi Gras time in Rio's barrios anything can happen. According to my informant, who travels there twice yearly to transact business, this even includes perverted sexual liaisons between young Brazilian girls and pertain animals.
Before examining the statement of the observer who actually witnessed these acts against nature, let us consider information from another source which makes it clear that participation in bestiality is by no means limited to Brazil, or for that matter, to the South American continent.
Author Nigel Morland's excellent book, An Outline of Sexual Criminology, for example, not only gives evidence of bestiality practices in another part of the world, but supplies a reason for it: "An eye witness in Hungary laid information that a farm laborer was seen to attempt connection with a young goat. An investigation revealed that the man was suffering from gonorrhea and, following the advice of friends, had taken a course said to achieve certain cure."
But pseudo-medical excuses are not the only reason given for the practice. In Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Alfred C. Kinsey, Wardell B. Pomeroy, Clyde E. Martin and Paul H. Gebhard, we learn, "A few of the females-1.5 percent of the total sample-had' had some sort of sexual relation with other animals in pre-adolescence, usually as a result of some accidental physical contact with the household pet, a cat or a dog, or as a result of curiosity ... " Further, Kinsey's study states, "In 25 out of 5793 adult histories on which we have data concerning animal contacts, the human female had been brought to orgasm by her sexual contacts with the animal, chiefly as a result of the animal's manipulation of her genitalia with its mouth."
The incidence of orgasm among the females in the Kinsey Report demonstrates that bestiality is much more than a mere idle experiment. And in Rio, at least, it is much more indeed, Here are the words of the business man whom I shall refer to as Carter.
"When I leave the country on a business trip I naturally feel a little more free and easy than when I'm in the states. I think any man does. Not that I'm trying to make excuses for the things I'm about to tell or anything, but I just want to explain how different it is when you're in another country. And when it's a place like Rio!
"I discovered I could do things there I could never get away with in the states. You know, the deep, dark sexy stuff a man dreams about without any idea he'll ever be able to actually act on it. Before I get into the depraved things I saw and did in Rio, I better tell you something about what causes my way-out sex kinks.
"I'm a married man with two kids now, but when I was young I was introduced to sex in a way that makes it impossible for me to be completely happy with my marriage. I guess it began when I was twelve. I was getting real interested in sex but my parents wouldn't tell me anything. I started playing around with a girl about my age who lived across the street and I learned fast. She knew a lot more than I did because she had an older sister that she had spied on a lot when she was with her boyfriend. Once when she saw him slip his hand under her skirt while they were kissing she realized that there was more to being with a boy than just kissing and hugging.
"She admitted to me that seeing them do that made her start fooling around with her own body. And that very night she played with her cunt and got a feeling she hadn't known was possible. She didn't have an orgasm though. That came later! She was lying asleep on her bed in her undies when the family dog came in looking for someone to play with. The big boxer couldn't wake her up by whining, so he started nosing her ankles that were sticking off the bed. Before she woke up, he was rooting around the area of her crotch. She told me she was half asleep and thought she was having a dream. Soon the boxer had slipped his tongue inside the legband of her panties and was actually licking the hairless, tender area of her little naked pussy. She started squirming and feeling all hot and wet between the legs from his tongue, and before she realized what was happening she was having the very first orgasm of her life.
"This had all happened about a year before I started playing with her. She was a brazen little thing to be only twelve; she even let me come over when her parents weren't home and 'play nasty' with her. I got to see her pussy- which by that time had a straggly muff of hair around it-and feel her titties. She admitted to me that she had been having the boxer dog lick her little 'cunny,' as she called it, for the entire preceding .year, and could come every time with him. I was the first boy she'd ever 'played nasty' with and she wanted to see if she'd like it as well with a boy as she did with her dog. To make a long story short, she didn't. Even if I rubbed her little slit exactly the way she told me, she said it just didn't feel as good as having his big wet tongue on her cunny.
"I was willing to do anything she wanted because she knew how to jack a boy-off from watching her sister and I got my rocks off for the first time through her efforts. After she'd made me come the first time, she did it a lot more. But I could tell she didn't like it much when I did it to her, so I tried to fuck her. She was real excited about trying it, but at twelve we were both pretty clumsy and it didn't come off worth a damn. She was real secretive about her scenes with the dog and wouldn't let me watch although I knew she still did it. Finally she realized she'd have to have him with us if she was going to get the kind of satisfaction she was looking for. So first she let me watch, and finally it became a threesome. It was weird and scary for me at first, but eventually I really dug it.
"She'd take her panties down and let me play with her cunny until the dog smelled her pussy juice. Then he'd take over. She'd jack me off while he licked her so that we both came at the same time. It was fantastic for a while, but then she moved away. For a long time I couldn't have an orgasm unless I though about being with her and that dog. And even when I got older I always had that in the back of my mind-even when I was getting it from some girl. When I learned how bad what we'd done was, I naturally felt very embarrassed and didn't want anyone to ever know I'd done it. To this day my wife doesn't even know. She'd think I was crazy and want a divorce if she ever found out.
"And even thought was young myself when I played with my neighbor, I discovered that my desire for girls stayed at the same level. I wanted young teenagers instead of girls my own age. I overcame the desire enough that I was able to marry a woman my own age, but only because I knew I could never have what I wanted. But that was before I worked my way up high enough in the business to take foreign trips. That's where Rio comes in.
"I first went there five years ago. I've been there twice a year ever since, and now it's so I can hardly wait to get back each year. See, *he upper echelon businessmen down there think of girls and sex like we think of liquor-something to offer a business associate or prospective client. And they're very liberal in the area of sex. Anything goes! On my first trip, one of my South American friends inquired whether I wouldn't like a girl for the night. I quickly took him up on it. He fixed me up with a beautiful, darl-haired Brazilian hot tamale-about twenty-who really gave me a hot time. The next day, when I was with him on the way to a business conference, I noticed that he kept staring at a young girl who looked to be only about fourteen. When I commented on it, he smiled and was perfectly candid in telling me about it.
" 'Excuse me if I offend you by my interest in one so young, amigo,' he apologized, 'but here in Brazil many men believe that a girl of tender years provides the greatest excitement of all."
"When I explained that I did not mean to criticize his taste at all and that in fact I heartily approved of it, he was very pleased. I told him it was very difficult to get a young girl in the states, but that I'd always wanted it.
"He beamed and said, 'Oh amigo, why did you not say so? I could have easily provided you with a teenage girl last night. Wait until tomorrow.'
"The next night we had a few drinks in one of the better hotels, then headed for the barrios. On the way I felt very relaxed, and loosened up enough to tell him all about my experiences when I was twelve.
"His eyes lighted up and he said, 'Amigo, you have better taste than I dared imagine. I, also, am moved by the happy combination of teenage girls and animals. Here in Rio we do not limit it to dogs, however. You shall soon see. I was taking you to a house where there are many young girls, but now that I am familiar with what you really like, I shall take you to a special club, unknown even to most of my countrymen.'
"He wheeled the big car around and headed in .the other direction. We drove down dark streets deeper into the barrio. 'You have arrived at an excellent time, amigo,' he told me, 'for it is only two days until the beginning of our Mardi Gras. This festival brings many people in from the pueblos who are very poor. They sell their sons and daughters to raise money. Do not flinch at the truth I tell you, amigo. It is necessary for them to sell their children to live.'
"Soon we entered an old frame building and proceeded downstairs to the cellar. Once we had passed through a large oak doorway I was introduced to his friends as 'okay* and was seated and served a potent drink. A stag movie was being shown. In it, a girl of about sixteen was engaged in jacking off a burro. As I watched, she let her panties down so the camera could zoom in and show a close-up of how wet her cunt was becoming. She was jacking the burro's giant cock off with both hands when we first entered, but soon she dropped one hand to her own sex organ and began to titillate her clit for all she was worth. Finally she sat down on a barrel and had the beast touch his giant cock to the mouth of her pussy. Then she went wild and hunched her ass faster and faster until the entire head of his cock disappeared between her pussy lips and she came.
"The sight got me very excited. One thing puzzled me about the stag film. The girl had blond hair and was obviously not a Brazilian. When I asked my friend he explained, 'You are right. We have a large collection of animal films here to prepare us for our little live shows, one of which you are about to see. That film is from Sweden and the animal you saw was a regular donkey, not a burro. If you liked that film I imagine you are very desirous of being relieved, no? I will see to it, amigo.'
"I couldn't imagine what he meant, but in only a few minutes a girl about sixteen came to the couch where we were sitting and asked me if I would like to be 'amused.' She then unzipped my pants and took my swollen cock in her hand. After frigging it for a few strokes she leaned over to my ear and whispered, 'You like to see what I do with dog, senor? I think you like very much. You can do more than look if you like what I do. Come with me to a room nearby.'
"I looked at my friend and he said, 'Go ahead, amigo. Rita is a slave of our club. We bought her when she was but ten and I assure you that she is very familiar with what we men like to see and do with girls and animals."
"I was very excited about the prospect of seeing a real live girl and animal instead of the ones in the film. It revived, once again, the memories of what I had done when I was twelve with my neighbor and her dog. Rita was a very pretty young girl whom I would've greatly enjoyed fucking under normal conditions. Knowing she was going to do an animal bit in addition was almost too much. As I followed her up a staircase, I caught sight of her slender upper thighs, and once in a while even the cheeks of a beautiful, tight little ass covered by frilly underwear. The frills were all on a slip she wore, I then discovered, because I got a good enough view once to tell that her under-pants were of a different colored, thinner material than her slip. The way she walked would have driven me mad on the street if I'd seen her in regular clothes, and seeing it under these circumstances aroused me powerfully.
"I stopped her in the lonely hall and hugged her to me. I turned her around facing me and felt the crush of her tits against my chest as I put both hands behind her and massaged the delectable ass cheeks that had made me so horny. She tittered and squealed when she felt one of my hands raise her dress from behind so I could get my fingers on the naked meat of her ass.
" 'Ummm, that feels good,' she said. "If you want anything from me before we get to the room you can have it, but I think you'll like it better when you see what I do in front of you after we get there. If I didn't want to, I'd still have to let you do whatever you wanted because I'm just a slave here, you know. While I'm with you, you are my master.'
"The thought of having this lovely sixteen-year-old as my personal slave was extremely exciting. I said, 'Okay, sweetie, we'll wait until later to do all of it. But I have to know what your titties are like right now."
"The girl obediently stepped back and raised her upper garment without another word from me. She knew she had a pair of really fine ones and smiled confidently as she thrust her nipples out at me. 'Here, senor. Are these tetas pleasing to you? I do hope you like them because I want very much to feel you touching and playing with them later. Are mine as good as girls' tetas in your country?"
"Man, what a great pair they turned out to be! They were both about the size of large oranges and the skin was smooth as silk. They stood up, pert and solid, without the slightest trace of sagging. Her dark nipples seemed to be reaching toward the ceiling. She knew damned well I liked them from the expression on my face, so I didn't even bother to answer her question. I just said, 'Sweety, get the hell on down to that room you've been talking about, because I want you stripass-naked fast before I come in my pants."
"She opened the door and ushered me into a darkly lighted room, one much larger than I'd expected. We were along and I knew I could do what I wanted with her. I asked her if she liked to have men see her naked, when she first got a prick inside her, and all kinds of stuff like that. She told me her daddy fucked her when she was eight and did it to her sister that same summer. She said she loved it when a man was looking up her dress thinking about fucking her. She said she could tell by his eyes what he was thinking and that it made her pussy hot and wet to watch his face even before he touched her. She told me she'd been taking the cock from dogs and other animals since she was ten but that she'd never had a burro until she was purchased by the club. She told me it almost made her come just to see the giant cock of a burro, and that she could hardly wait to touch it every time she saw how big and hard it was.
"I took my prick out right in front of her and stood with my legs spread wide. 'Oh, senor,' she squealed, 'wait until Tozo sees what a fine cock you have. It will make him howl!"
"I soon found out that Tozo was a large, smooth-coated Doberman. Rita raised her skirt and allowed the big dog to put his head up it. She was sitting in a chair with her legs spread wide and her upper garment was completely removed, presenting her tits in fine view on her tan-colored skin. I could hear the dog's tongue making wet, slushy noises and the thought of what he was doing made my coclc quiver. She gave me a few little caresses on it with her hand, and then squeezed her legs together, forcing Tozo's head from between her legs.
" Tozo,' she yelled, 'give the senor some of your tongue. You can not have more of my pussy until you lick him.'
"When I'd been with my twelve-year-old neighbor and her dog, I'd only watched. It had been very sexy for me to watch him lick her pussy, but I'd never had his mouth on my cock. Now, when Rita told her dog to do it, the idea excited me and I was all for it. He wrapped his dog tongue around my big stiff and started working me over real good. While he was doing that, I grabbed a big double handful of titty and rubbed my hands all over the lovely mounds of flesh until I had big drops of sweat breaking out on them.
"Tozo did his part until I had to begin moving my ass back and forth to relieve the edge of the excitement growing in my cock. When Rita saw me doing that she knew I might be close to coming.
" 'What do you want me to do?' she panted. 'I'll do any thing to please you."
"I immediately thought of what my neighbor used to do with her dog and I reveled in the knowledge that I could recreate the scene with Rita and Tozo, and even add more things to it.
" 'Let him eat you out while you play with my prick. Strip off your clothes until you don't have anything left but your shoes. I'll tell you more then,' I said to her.
"I was thinking of how my neighbor used to sit on her bedroom floor letting the dog lick her cunny while she jacked me off. She always kept on her black patent leather shoes and white anklets so she could run fast in case her parents came home unexpectedly. She said if they ever surprised us, she'd run to the bathroom and pretend she'd been taking a bath while I slipped out the side door and ran home.
"Rita did just as Tasked and sat with Tozo's head fully visible. Her dress was gone and he licked the wet, red lips of her naked cunt. She had a naughty smile on her face, just like my little neighbor used to have, but watching her was more exciting because she was sixteen instead of only twelve, and had much bigger jugs for me to play with.
" 'Okay,' I instructed her, *now frig my prick and rub my balls while you're doing it. Gentle, now-I don't want you to castrate me! You let Tozo suck that pretty little cunt for you until you feel yourself about to come, then bend your head over and give me a suck job with your mouth so I'll come at the same time you do. I want to shoot off in your mouth while you play with my balls and I want you to be getting yourself licked to orgasm while you're doing it.'
"She did just as I had commanded her and within ten minutes I saw the sweat pop out on her forehead and heard her making a whining noise in her throat. She leaned over and took my prick in her mouth and carried out every instruction I'd given her. She even added something of her own. Just as we both were tottering on the brink of coming, she rammed a finger up my ass and touched my prostate. We both came like demons at that moment, with her groaning and cussing like a sailor in rapid-fire Spanish. After it was all over we noticed that even Tozo had gotten in on the act. He had spewed dog come all over the floor and all over Rita's legs. As I left, I gave her a tip even though I knew she would be paid by the club.
"When I saw my businessman friend in the outer room I told him how satisfactory everything had been. He offered me a drink and said, 'Ah, senor, but you haven't seen anything yet. You are just in time for the burro show."
"I sat down and watched a burro being led into the hall. When a pretty girl about eighteen entered right behind him, I thought of the film we had seen and hoped she'd do the same as the blond girl. I'd never seen anything with a live girl but a dog. Very quickly the girl got herself hot by standing in front of the animal and letting him lick her pussy with his giant tongue. When I saw her lie down for him to mount her I was afraid he'd kill her, but my friend assured me that although Rita's pussy wasn't quite big enough at sixteen, this girl was fully grown at eighteen, and could take the burro without injury.
"As she lay on a raised platform and guided his enormous cock toward her waiting pussy, something came over me. The liquor and sex I'd had with Rita were too much for me to handle at one time. I felt a maddening compulsion to get in on the fucking. I rose and ran to them with all the other men watching and applauding. I stripped off my clothes as I went. Then I fell down on my hands and knees and put my mouth on the girl's tits. She was surprised and delighted. She grabbed for my cock, but I had an insane idea I knew I had to carry out. I jumped around behind the burro and with one stroke drove my bursting fuck stick into his asshole. I reached around his hairy thighs and found I could easily reach the girl's tits with my hands. While the burro socked his enormous cock in and out of her pussy, I proceeded to hit his rhythm and fuck him in the ass at the same time I squeezed her big milk factories.
"Oh shit, man, I was out of my mind. And loving every minute of it! I heard her yell bloody murder and knew she was getting it, then the burro brayed as he shot his nuts off and filled her crotch with a cupful of come. I rammed him in the ass until I shot off, too, and then fell over onto the floor experiencing the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. All the guys loved it and applauded for a long time.
"After that wild scene I was accepted as one of them. Now I go there every time I'm in Rio, whether my friend's free to accompany me or not. I pay a small fee twice a year and in return am allowed to indulge myself with all the young slave girls that are brought in every Mardi Gras."
As he finished relating his experiences to me, Carter looked up at the calendar on the wall. He beamed and said, 'Look at that. It's only three more weeks until Mardi Gras! That means new blood at the club for my next trip."
And with that he picked up the phone and dialed the airlines to make reservations. It is true that he had slave girls at his disposal in Rio de Janeiro, but I couldn't help thinking that he himself was becoming a slave to the bestial impulse that had become so much a part of him.
CHAPTER NINE Katmandu, Nepal
"It's not so unusual for a thirteen-year-old girl to associate sex with blood and beatings when she's been trained to make the association since the age of nine," the adult son of a British Army officer informed me. "And if she comes in contact with a sadistic man after that, it shouldn't be a surprise if he's able to make a freaky little masochist out of her. I should know because that's exactly what I did with a young teenage girl once in Nepal. Sure, I'll admit to getting my kicks by hurting girls while I fuck them. But if the girl happens to be a masochist who needs to have a little blood flow before she can have an orgasm, whose business is it but hers?"
This extremist opinion was offered to me by a British subject who had been born during his parents' residence in the East and had spent much time in the exotic land of Nepal. The sexual slavery into which he was able to force a young Nepalese girl was possible only because of her highly unique background. Before considering his first person account of the details it will be instructive to learn more about the strange religious customs of a bizarre Nepalese sect.
In an article which appeared in the Buenos Aires newspaper Siete Dias, and was reprinted in the American edition of Atlas magazine during the fall of 1969, the nine-year-old girl, given the name and title of "Kumari," is described as follows:
"Kumari lives in a cloistered existence 355 days a year on the second floor of her temple. Then for ten days in October, she emerges into the streets of Katmandu in a golden carriage to chase demons and evil spirits out of the city ... " We learn further that "she is the main inhabitant of the fabulous palace in Katmandu ... " and that "The kingdom's subjects revere her as the only living goddess on earth."
The article continues: " ... as soon as she spills her own blood (whether by accident or when she menstruates for the first time) she instantly ceases to be a goddess. When a goddess is expelled from the palace she is given fifty dollars, an adequate amount in a country where most people live and eat for about a dollar a day. But an expelled goddess has to pay a stiff price for her previous life, most Nepalese will treat her as a leper. For example, no one would think of marrying a Kumari, even though she may make every effort to put aside her past. Even her family sometimes turns against her, and since, by tradition, a goddess receives no education to fit her for a job, she often becomes a prostitute ... "
And it is a certainty, of course, that a different Kumari will be selected every three or four years, for even if the unfortunate young girl is careful enough not to sustain the slightest blood-causing scratch all during her tenure, the article points out, " ... inevitably, the hour of holocaust arrives: she menstruates, and her days of sainthood are over. Another goddess must be elected by the priests from among Nepal's highest aristocracy."
The British Army officer's son, whom I shall refer to as George, not only vouched for the authenticity of the article, but revealed that he had sex relations with a young girl who had once been the Kumari. He furnished the following information: "I knew of the Nepalese custom, of course, because I've lived most of my life in the Far East and have traveled through Nepal quite often with my family. But it wasn't until I was a grown man of twenty-eight that I actually chanced to meet a young girl who'd been a Kumari. She was thirteen at the time I met her and had been kicked out by the priests two years before. Her period had begun at the age of eleven and that had ended her days as a goddess.
"When I discovered who she was I was more than just a little interested in her because of my kink. Like I told you, I'm a somewhat of a sadist. I need to hurt a girl to get my rocks off. I had a definite hunch that this chick was the kind who really digs being beaten and slapped around before she got her cookies off. I knew if I was right I'd be getting myself a fine little piece of ass.
"I guess you could say I started early at getting to be like I am. When my mom spanked me, I always got an erection-even when I was as young as seven or eight. It got so I'd do something bad on purpose just to get the old lady to smack me. Then, one day when I was twelve, I got so sexed up from being spanked, that I suddenly got stiff and shot off on mom's lap. That did it! I really got hell then. I'll never forget the shame of it. But I never forgot the pleasure either. Hell, just think about it. Being hurt by mom's spanking resulted in me getting my very first come.
"After that I seemed to slowly drift into another phase. As a young kid I'd received pleasure from being hurt. As I got older I discovered I got kicks out of doing the hurting. I remember going out with a certain girl when I was about fifteen. She was very pretty, but when I asked her for a kiss she refused. So I grabbed her and forced her to let me do it. I remember the thrill of feeling her struggle in my arms as I pushed my mouth down on her lips and mixed my spit with hers. It was much more exciting than if I had had her permission or cooperation. And if the truth were known, I think she enjoyed it about as much as I did. You know, there are chicks like that ... they have to be manhandled for them to really enjoy any kind of sex even if it's just kissing.
"Later I came upon a girl once out in the woods I didn't even know. She was by herself and her figure really turned me on so I run up and yelled, 'Hey,-honey how long has it been since you've had a nice prick up your dress? Or have you ever had one? Ha ha, I bet you're a fucking cherry. How old are you anyway?"
"She was scared at first and very insulted. She tried to run away but I caught her and held her. She saw right away that she couldn't get away from me so she said, 'Please, please ... let me go! I'm fourteen if it's any of your business but you'd better let me alone! I've never done anything like the nasty thing you just asked me about, either.'
"I just kept holding her. I pinned her arms behind her back and gradually pressed her front against mine. I was sixteen at the time and big for my age so I could easily hold her. I yanked her arm up a few inches until she yelled, *Stop, stop! You're hurting me. Oh!' Her hollering made, her even more appealing to me, I remember.
"I said, 'I don't believe you, you little slut. You might be telling me the truth about how old you are, but I'll bet you're lying about being a cherry. Come on, sweety, you've let a boy fuck you before, now haven't you? You know what it's like having a big peter inside your panties, don't you? Admit it!' And I let her arms go, but grabbed a handful of ass and a handful of tit at the same time and squeezed until tears came to her eyes. I kissed her all over her wet face and felt myself getting hotter and hotter between my legs.
"Then I quit squeezing her tit and ass and said, 'Listen, you little prick teaser, I'm going to punish you for lying to me. You claim you've never fucked, but I think you've given it away to plenty of guys. I'm going to spank your ass until you wish to god I would fuck your pussy for you. Now turn over!"
"I sat down on a big rock and turned her over my knee like my mom used to do me. She was struggling and kicking and yelling. 'You better turn me loose! You better keep your hands out from under my dress! Stop! But I only got hotter, I pulled her big full skirt over her head and buried her face in the underside of it, stuffing some of it in her mouth so she wouldn't be so loud, I looked down at her firm little behind as she twisted and twitched, trying to get away. I smacked her on the cheeks of her ass with my wide open hand; the noise my hand made against her flesh was music to my ears.
"I could feel her fully packed titties pushing into my leg and knew she could feel the hardness of my leg muscle resisting their softness. At first I spanked her ass without removing anything but her dress. Her panties were still tightly covering the twin globes of her buttocks. But after slamming her several times with them on, I ran my forefinger underneath the tight rubber waistband of the panties and lifted them off her skin so I could see what damage I was doing. The smooth skin of her naked ass was red as a beet and her panties were damp from the sweat she'd raised trying to escape from me.
"When she felt my hand touch her naked-skin she really started yelling. 'Oh, what are you doing to me? You ... you're a terrible, dirty boy! Ouch! That's ... that's my naked-you can't put your hand there!"
"I just laughed and ripped them on down to the beautiful crook of her slender knees. Then I held her with one hand and began smacking her good. In just a minute or two she had quit yelling and started grunting and moaning. I thought to myself, 'Now it's really hurting the little bitch.' But then I felt something wet on my knee. I put my other hand there to see what it was and found it was pussy juice. The little cunt was creaming all over my pants! It "suddenly dawned on me that it was a little like when I was a kid getting spanked by my mom-it hurt, but it also excited me. I don't know if she was naturally like that or whether I had just brought it about by continually beating her, but I do know she was getting so hot she was about to have an orgasm.
"I raised her head up and turned her neck so she had to look at me in the eyes. I shouted, 'You like this, don't you? Admit it you dirty little whore, you love the spanking I'm giving you so much you're about to get your cookies, aren't you? Ha ha!"
"She just turned her head away and wouldn't look at me. I jerked her flimsy panties all the way off her legs and made her turn around and face me. I told her to take her dress off. When she didn't do it, I grabbed it right underneath her chin and ripped it off her body with all my might. Man, I had a sight to see then. She was on her knees on the ground naked as a jaybird except for a white bra. She was embarrassed as all get out, but to tell you the truth I think she was also terribly sexually aroused and wanted my cock in her without admitting it.
"She had completely quit yelling and was just cowering at my feet as I looked down at her. Her ass was bright red and her titties were plenty big for a fourteen-year-old. They jiggled sexily inside the bra. She was still making little noises like sobs in her throat, but it wasn't from crying. I had her number by then and I knew she was secretly digging what I was doing to her.
"I looked down and said, 'Well, what are you waiting for? Get that damned piece of rag off your titties so I can see what you've got. You still expect me to believe you've never had a peter inside you with tits like that on you? I'll bet' you're dying to have mine right now, aren't you?"
"She didn't answer so I grabbed one of her fat tits and started pinching it hard. 'Say it, baby! Say it or I'm going to pinch a plug out of your titty!' At first she just bit her lip and wouldn't open her mouth but when I kept putting on the pressure she opened her mouth and said, 'Oh. please, please quit. You're hurting my ... my-"
" 'Your what?' I yelled down at her. 'I'm hurting your what?' I wanted to hear her say it.
"I pinched harder still and she moaned, 'Oh ... it hurts awful ... my-my breast. That's what you're hurting. My breast! Now will you please quit it?"
"But that wasn't good enough for me. 'Look, bitch, you aren't in Sunday school. What is it I'm pinching? What is it?"
"She knew what I wanted to hear her say. I knew fucking well she didn't call those pretty things 'breasts' when she was talking to another chick her own age. I was hurting her so bad she could hardly stand it. Finally, she creamed, 'Ouch! You're hurting my titty. It's my titty you're hurting! Please!"
"It almost made me get my nuts off to hear her say that. I let go and rolled her over on her back. "That isn't all that's going to hurt, either. I told you you'd be begging me to fuck you before I was through. How about this little jewel, huh?' I had all her clothes off by that time, even her damned shoes. She lay strip-naked on the ground and I knelt above her. I grabbed hold of her wooly-booger and pinched it just like I'd done her titty, 'How about this fine little piece of meat?"
"She squirmed on her naked back and dug her heels into the ground. But she wouldn't answer me. She wanted me to hurt her, to pull it out of her without her cooperation. I gripped her pussy lip tighter in my fingers and repeated, 'How about this? I was tired of playing with her and wanted some action. 'What's hurting you now, huh?' I twisted her cunt lips and saw her grimace. She knew she was going to have to talk. She yelled and moaned and I thought I heard her wail something about her 'vulva."
" 'Your what, god damn it? Your what?' I screamed at her.
" 'Oh it hurts bad. Stop, stop. I'll say it! You're hurting my pussy, you big prick,' she moaned.
"I wasn't about to stop there. I kept right on after her. 'And what do you want me to do to your pussy, you little slut?' I yelled.
"Her face got even redder and she pleaded with me, 'Oh god no, don't make me say that. It's not true. I don't want you to-"
"I wrenched her entire crotch to one side with a violent twist of my fingers on her cunt lips. I knew she couldn't stand it. She was ready to give up and tell me what I wanted to hear. Besides, I think she really wanted to be fucked anyway, down deep.
" 'Oh my god you're hurting me ... oh oh ... I want-I want you to fuck my pussy, that's what I want! Fuck it, please fuck me in the pussy!"
"I immediately got down on her and jammed my hard cock in. Just as I thought, she was no virgin. I pumped it to the little lying bitch and she threw her arms around me like she'd never let go.
" 'Oh my god, you're really doing it. You're really fucking me! Oh don't stop!' she finally screamed.
"I speeded up the action and ripped into her like a pile driver with my cock while I grabbed a big handful of ass. In less than two minutes I shot my wad and felt her spasm against my crotch as she felt my come blasting into her hot cunt. Then I jumped up without another word, threw her panties and brassiere on top of her, and ran away-fast. Even though she liked it a lot, I was afraid she might be pissed off at me and try to get me in trouble after she cooled off.
"After that little escapade I knew there were some chicks who liked to be hurt as much as I liked hurting them. During the next several years I got my rocks off plenty of times by beating on a girl. Then when I was passing through Nepal at the age of twenty-eight, I accidentally ran into this girl named Kumari. She was begging for coins on a street corner in a poor section of Katmandu. I was traveling west from Darjeeling to Srinagar in India, and my route carried me through Katmandu. I tossed a coin to the solemn-looking young girl and went on past her without giving her a second thought. She was very cute, but she was pretty young for a guy my age and I was also very tired from traveling. A man stopped me who saw me give her the coin and warned me against going near her. He said she was a former Kumari. I knew their customs and the name gave me a charge when I heard it. That meant she'd been a 'goddess,' but was now like an untouchable because she'd been thrown out. None of the Nepalese natives would have anything to do with her.
"I went back and in ten minutes time I had her alone with me in my hotel room. I made her pull her scarf over her face so she wouldn't be recognized. Her size and age didn't make any difference because in Nepal plenty of guys a lot older than me go for prostitutes her age and younger. Once I got her in the room I gave her a few more coins to make her feel a little more relaxed and then I got right to the point.
" 'If you were the Kumari once, then that means you lived in the palace with nobody around but those priests until you were old enough to bleed, right?"
"She nodded her head. Then before I could go on she surprised me by saying, 'Please wait, sir. You are an Englishman and don't understand the ways of my country. If you were a citizen of Nepal you would not come near me because of my tainted status as a former Kumari. I can tell from your eyes that-am I mistaken?-you desire me. Before you see my nakedness and do what you will with me I would have you know about my life as the Kumari. My body is young, I know. But my eyes have seen many things in the temple, things that have caused me to have strange cravings for a girl of thirteen. Will you listen to me?"
"I was bowled over by how well the kid spoke English, but I was more than willing to listen. It was just what I would have asked her to do. And her intimation that she would let me in her clothes after she finished excited me to no end. I was seized with a desire to let her know she wasn't leaving the room without getting fucked.
" 'Listen, baby, I want to hear your story all right because I have a hunch it's going to make me hot to listen to you tell it. But I want you to know I'm going to fuck your little cunt before you leave here whether you like it or not,' I grabbed her shoulder hard and shook her to emphasize what I said.
" 'Hurt me as you will sir. You cannot hurt me more than the priests of the temple did. I have known much pain at their hands.' And she breathed a deep sigh that seemed a combination of resignation to her fate and the beginning of an early stage of sexual arousal.
" 'The people do not know what goes on inside the temple,' she told me. 'But I can tell you that I was more than a goddess to the priests. I was their lover. All of them. It is their pleasure to give young girls pain in order to achieve hardness of their lingums. They used to do terrible things to me even when I first was made Kumari at the age of nine. They first made me swear that I had never let a male touch my secrets and that I had never let one look at my nakedness. It wasn't enough that I had never let a man's lingum enter my body and rip my maidenhead.
" 'They put me on a silk bed and had young boys come and take my clothes off while they watched. As soon as I was entirely naked I heard them laugh, "Oh, she will do fine. Look, she doesn't even have any hair yet around her yoni. There were priests all around the bed and suddenly I got very scared. They tied my wrists to the bedposts and put heavy iron manacles on my ankles. I started crying but it did no good. Each one came up on the bed and made me put my mouth on his horrible old wrinkled lingum. When I tried to spit it out, they would only push it in deeper. I was gagging and squirming, I felt something touch me between the legs, the place that I had always been taught no one should touch. There were so many faces above me I became dizzy, but they insisted on doing their will to me.
"The important thing was to keep from making me bleed, even a scratch. But they could do anything-any thing-else. They held my head up and made me watch while the oldest priest of all took a thick black candle and slowly neared my nine-year old virgin yoni with it. When I felt the heat from it I started crying and sobbing, but they had me entirely in their power. The flame touched me and seared my tender flesh. At that instant the old priest was able to raise a stiff lingum. He drove it into my smarting yoni, but carefully avoided, going in far enough to break my maidenhead. The other priests made me rub their lingums until finally all drenched me with their hot seed. I-"
"I had been listening to the little bitch until I couldn't stand it any more without taking her ass and fucking it to death. Her talk about being tortured was making me crazy with desire. I angrily interrupted her because of a sudden fear that she might be trying to weasel out of getting fucked by sidetracking me with her talk.
" 'Stop, stop, you bitch!' I yelled. 'I've got your number now. You had sex a thousand ways with those old creeps but when you got old enough to bleed they tossed you out. And now you're just dying to have the blood drawn while you get it socked to you!"
"Her expression registered shocked recognition and hot sexual arousal. She knew I was right and she was afraid of me-just as I wanted her to be.
" 'Don't worry, Kumari. You're going to bleed plenty. You'll wish you were dead before I'm through!"
"She threw herself down on the floor and begged me not to fuck her, but I knew the young bitch couldn't wait to have her blood flow and have my prick up her. I put my foot on her neck and ripped every stitch of her clothes away from her shaking body. I turned her over on her back and saw just what I expected-that little cunt was so wet between the legs her pussy juice was streaming down her thighs.
" Now tell me you don't want it, you young bitch. Your god damned little snatch is creaming just from the thought of it!"
"I threw my own clothes off, then slapped her young tender face with my open hand. Her slim body lay on the floor between my legs and she pitifully attempted to cover her face and her naked titties with her arms. I jerked them off and stood directly over her head. My cock was practically in her face as I reached onto the table and got my straight razor. When she saw the instrument gleaming in my hand, she screamed a sick shriek of dread mingled with passion. She was completely at my mercy and knew it. I squatted with my ass and balls touching her hot little pussy and held her down with one hand while I made a quick, shallow stroke across her soft smooth tummy with the blade. She yelped in pain and saw the blood flow at the same time I did.
"She swooned and grabbed for my bursting cock, but I slapped her back and wouldn't let her have it. Her eyes were opened wide and crazy with desire. I slashed twice more, once across each taut nipple, then threw the razor aside and attacked her defenseless body with a vengeance. She was like a blood-thirsty leech. She wrapped her thin legs and arms around me and groaned from the intense pain and pleasure I was forcing upon her. Her red blood covered her firm titties and tummy and wetted my own front as I drove myself against her. Her crotch was frantic to receive me. At that moment I drove my cock home and pounded her young pussy until we both groaned and gasped in the whirlwind heat of a monstrous orgasm."
When my informant reached this point in his monologue, he became very agitated. It appeared that relating the experiences to me had made him undergo an almost physical reaction to the dark memories of his sadistic activities. I left him shortly afterward.
From his confessions, it is plain to see that sex slavery may have far-reaching effects not possible to predict. Who would guess that an instance of slavery would initiate a chain of events that would one day erupt in a, bloody orgy of sexual sadism between a thirteen-year-old girl and an adult foreigner? Yet such are the evils of the revolting practice of commerce that entraps human beings for sexual purposes.
CHAPTER TEN Tokyo, Japan
"Stocking freaks, guys who like high-heeled shoes, rubber suit connoisseurs-you name it and I've done business with them. And I make it a point to keep only teenagers, too. I've found that most guys will pay good money for fucking young ones, whether they're fetishists or not, so you won't find a single kid over eighteen at my place."
This statement to me by an American businessman stationed in Tokyo, Japan, is only the beginning of his comments about sex slavery in that Far Eastern country. The man had been stationed at the location for four years when he finally got the idea to get into the slave market. He explained that he'd paid for sex ever since he had first arrived in Japan and decided he'd like to get a portion of the money back that he had spent on prostitutes. After four years he had acquired enough contacts among the Japanese to be successful. He was, in fact, quite successful, and attributes the prosperity to his rather unique approach to the sex slavery business.
The spark of inspiration which propelled Phillip S. on his way to being a dealer in sex slaves occurred at the home of a Japanese gentleman with whom he had become friendly. There are, of course, many customs in the East which strike Westerners as being not only unusual, but downright bizarre and sometimes sexually immoral. Since such a custom was instrumental in what occurred at his host's home, it will be well to examine a statement by John Roeburt which appears in his book, Sex-Life and the Criminal Law:
Adult sex with children was a social fact in ancient Egypt. Under the guise of religious practice, prepubescent girls were pressed into prostitution until their first menstruation. In ancient Rome, children of both sexes were put into brothels where they were schooled in every perversion. In early China, and until a comparatively recent date, hospitality to. guests at a dinner table was supplemented by the placement of boy and girl children under the table-the guests enjoyed masturbation along with the viands."
According to Phillip S., the practice is still very much in existence, not only in China, which he has on hearsay, but in Japan, which he knows from experience. His complete story follows:
"I'd known the old Japanese guy for a long time. He worked for my company as a translator. After seeing him around for two or three years, I was transferred into the office where he worked and got to know him real well. After a few months he invited me to have dinner at his home. I considered this to be quite an honor, because the Japanese are kind of hard to become intimate friends with. We had a few drinks before dinner and then his wife served us an excellent meal. I had been introduced to his three children when I first got there and I noticed their absence at the dinner table, but I didn't know how Japanese fed their kids so I didn't give it much attention.
"He had three little girls aged seven, nine, and eleven. Every one was cute as a bug's ear. About midway through the meal I heard a slight scuffling under the table. A little later I felt something cross my shoe top. Then I felt the unmistakable sensation of small hands playing around with my pants legs. I thought one of his young daughters must be misbehaving terribly to be fooling around the feet of a guest while dinner was going on. But I didn't want to embarrass my Japanese friend by pointing out what his kid was doing, so I kept my mouth shut and assumed the kid would eventually go away.
"Imagine my surprise when I felt the kid's hands on my crotch! I almost bolted upright. But I still felt bad about embarrassing my host, so I discreetly put a hand under the table and started to make a pushing motion toward the kid so she'd get the idea that she was being a little pest. But before I could move my hand, I felt a small mouth on the back of it and realized she was kissing it. My host and his wife weren't batting an eye, yet I had the definite feeling they knew the kid was there. Then I felt her gently rubbing my cock through my pants. It got hard quick, of course, and then the little minx pulled my fly down very slowly, almost teasingly, and I felt the warmth of her hands on my naked cock!
"Normally it'd be ridiculous for me to get turned on by a little girl, but when I felt her mouth touch my prick she immediately started giving me such a tongue job that I figured she must have done it before. Let's face it, man, a mouth is a mouth and when a man feels one on his cock he isn't going to be too quick to demand the identity-or even the age-of its owner. I just enjoyed myself and let the little bitch go to it. She skinned my foreskin up and down with her hands while she tongued me. Finally she started sucking on it and I shot off like a motherfucker. I managed to keep from saying anything but I knew I was sweating like a pig and I felt real silly sitting in front of my host and his wife. I felt the kid put a rag to my dripping cock and wash it off, zip my pants back up and crawl away. All the rest of the time I was there her parents never made the slightest mention about it so I didn't either.
"Next day at the office, I told the weird story to a friend and he wasn't surprised at all. He just said, 'Your Japanese friend is doing nothing but following an old Eastern custom. That was just his way of being hospitable.' Then my friend explained to me the custom of having kids jack off the guests at the dinner table. He sighed and said, 'You're just lucky that the old guy apparently thinks enough of you to accord you the courtesy he'd extend to one of his countrymen. In terms of what we do in the states the kid simply crawled under the table and sucked you off, but the Japanese don't consider it in the vulgar way we do.'
"You can bet I accepted the next invitation from my Japanese friend with relish. Sure enough, the same damned thing happened. Except for a very pleasant variation. This time it was "the eleven-year-old who performed the little service on my throbbing prick. When I put my hand down there she guided it to her face, down her neck to her chest so I could feel her tiny boobies under her blouse. I finally slipped it inside so I could feel them naked while she brought me to climax with a fantastic blow job.
"Again I told my friend about it, and he said, 'You know some guys would pay big money to get what you got. Some guys would rather get a * suck job than have a regular fuck, you know."
"His remark led to a discussion of some of our friends' sex habits and ended with an admission by my friend that he had a sex hang-up he'd always kept secret. But he had been unable to find an outlet for it in Japan. He dug women's high heeled shoes. He was ashamed to tell any of the whore house madams where we both went from time to time. We discussed it and decided there must be a lot of our friends who had some kind of fetish they were ashamed to admit. I decided right away to take advantage of it by trying my luck at opening up a place of my own that catered especially to guys with weird desires. Getting the girls was no problem-they were all around. It was just a matter of explaining to them the type operation I was starting so they'd be ready for whatever kinky thing the customer wanted.
"That was two years ago. Today things are going great. Because of our 'specialty' we can get away with charging a little more, and my own contacts with the company assures plenty of customers. It amazed me to discover how many guys had sex kinks they were just dying to participate in but had no place to go. By that time I took my Japanese friend into my confidence and made a deal with his brother, who also spoke good English, to be an interpreter.
"At first I just kept three attractive prosties I lured away from other houses, but after a few months I was doing well enough to buy slaves from the poor sections of town and a few Chinese girls from Macao, too.
"I had all the pussy I wanted so my tastes began to get a little jaded, I guess. I developed sort of a fetish myself, I suppose you might say. I started watching through a hidden window when my girls had tricks with them. And sometimes I'd make one of my slave girls come to me after a trick was over and tell me in great detail what happened-what she liked the best, how it felt, and so on.
"We had one guy who was a regular. He worked in a shoe repair store and it was soon apparent that he did it so he'd be able to be around women's and girls' shoes. Quite a few guys had their wives and kids with them, so there were plenty of daughters' and wives' shoes to keep him busy. But his real desire was to have the girl wear the shoe while he did all kinds of weirdo stuff. When my place opened up it was like a dream come true for him.
"He picked a little gal named Kiko to be his 'shoe model,' and she told me all about it later. She said he had her strip down to her panties and bra, and then told her to put on a certain pair of shoes he had brought with him. The shoes had such high heels that she said she could hardly walk in them, but that didn't matter to the shoe freak. He sat down and started jacking himself off. Kiko said he did have a pretty nice sized cock and seeing him do that to himself made her a little horny. She hobbled around the room a while wearing the black patent leather shoes together with the black, thigh-length stockings he'd brought for her to match the shoes. After about ten minutes of letting him watch her while he diddled himself she asked if he wouldn't be happier if she did it for him. She told me she was" hot enough from seeing his big cock that she was wanting some fucking pretty bad.
"When she told me that, I reached over and put her hand on my cock and she knew what to do. She took my cock out and started giving a nice slow hand job while she continued her story. She knew I liked the girls to jack me off sometimes while they told me about their customers.
"She went on to tell me that the shoe freak didn't accept her offer to jack him off. He told her, 'No, but I want you to do something else for me.' And then he gave himself a few more licks and had her sit down by him and take one of the shiny high-heeled shoes off. She was then instructed to masturbate herself with the shoe heel while he unsnapped the tops of her long black mesh stockings and slowly rolled them down her long, lovely legs. As soon as he reached her foot, he jerked them off and grabbed the shoe away from her, continuing to masturbate her pussy while forcing her head down on his cock for a blow job. She said he handled the shoe so delicately on the wet flesh of her pussy that it didn't hurt at all and that he even made her come by the activity, just at the time when he was shooting off in her mouth.
"The guy still comes once or twice a week and his routine never varies. He always wants Kiko to do the exact same thing to him. By the time Kiko was through telling me the story, she had a good hard worked up on me. She peeled up her skirt, showing me the legs she knew I really dug, and went on me. After giving my balls a good licking she turned her attention to the head of my cock and sucked it hard until I shot off.
"Another fellow who comes around quite often is a pure stocking freak. He has no feeling at all about shoes but he has some very particular ideas about what should be done with a woman's stocking. The girl he always picks is Fuhiko, an eighteen-year-old with a great set of jugs. I watched their bit through my hidden window. He brought a little satchel with him and after having her strip naked, except for her panties and bra, he opened the satchel and took out three pairs of stockings. He told her to put on one pair with her back to him so he could look around her shoulder and watch as though she didn't know he was there.
"When she had one of the stockings on he told her to forget the other one for a moment and get her bra off fast. I could see his cock rising fast as she did what he told her and I knew he must really be getting his kicks. Funiko reached behind her, unclasped the bra and tossed it away. Then while she was pulling the other stocking he leaned down and laid his big stiff on her shoulder. He commanded her to turn her head around and take a mouthful of it while she pulled on her other stocking. What he asked would have almost taken a female gymnast to do, so it's a good thing she had a thin, lithe body in spite of her big boobs.
"Her hands were just pulling the last stocking up to the warm girth of her thigh when he all of a sudden got interested in her big bazooms. As she continued sucking away at his prick he took the third pair of stockings in hand and wrapped them around her chest from the back so that they confined her tits so tight I thought her poor nipples would burst through the thin mesh material. He held them together at her backbone and drew them tighter still, then reached over her shoulder and started finger fucking her pussy without ever taking his eyes off her tits. He worked her over until he could tell she was about ready to come and then he shot oft into her mouth and drove her on to climax with his fingers.
"As soon as he got his release he rolled Funiko over and buried his head between her tits like he was a baby. Then he went to sleep there, after about fifteen minutes of just snuggling against her, and she left him alone. That's the way he always ends his bit every time he comes to my place-asleep. Can you beat that?
"I think about a fourth of my customers came to my place for boys, though. At first I only kept girls but it didn't take me long to notice I was getting a hell of a lot of calls for boys. One big strapping customer, built like a lumberjack, used to always come for gay love. I obliged him first with a nicely built fourteen-year-old and he had the kid give him an oil rub-down and then fuck him in the asshole. Afterwards he told me he grooved on the action he'd gotten that night, but the next time he came back he wanted a boy with a bigger tool. He wanted youth-firm muscles, unlined skin, clear eyes and all that-but he also wanted a man-sized cock. I had just the boy he was looking for in a lad named Yashimo. He was seventeen years old and had clear, unblemished skin draped over a thin shape, and a nicely rounded ass-the kind gay guys always go for. He wasn't particularly well built as far as his physique went; he had normal sized shoulders, arms and chest. But when it came to what he had swinging between his legs he had all my other boys beat a mile. This kid had an eleven inch cock by actual measurement and it was as big around as a coke bottle.
"When the customer came around and saw the kid, I had the boy sit down and haul it out. It was eight or nine inches long soft and I knew the customer was thinking about what it would be like when it was hard. He just stood there, his mouth watering. He overpaid me, but when I called his attention to it he said he wanted to pay for two boys-the big-pricked one plus the one he'd had the first time.
" 'This one here's the guy I want to cornhole me,' he said, 'but that boy I had the other night had a cock on him just right for sucking."
"The customer took both kids on, taking it in the ass from the older kid and sucking off the younger one at the same time. He jacked the young kid off with his hands and sucked his cock until he came. The customer swallowed the hot come and then turned the young boy around and put him to work on his own prick while the other boy pumped away from behind. He wriggled his ass so that he got his nuts off into the young kid's mouth just as the bigger one filled his ass with come.
"He is still a very enthusiastic customer, needless to say. And it was through him that another guy heard about my place who still comes here even though he recently got transferred to Yokosuko. This guy is a rubber freak, you know? He digs rubber underwear, rubber pants and the whole works. And he was also willing to pay for two of my sex slaves at once. He always brings a specially made rubber suit with him that fits his whole body like a glove. He likes to have one girl take his clothes off while the other one watches. Then when he's bare-ass naked he has himself a rubber orgy.
"Kiko watches him while another girl does the clothes changing for the guy. He said he wanted a real young girl for that so I sent little Misuka in, who's only twelve and is a big favorite among the customers who go for the younger girls. He has Misuka put his rubber suit on after she gets his street clothes off and he wants Kiko to take her clothes off as Misuka does it. They must do it slowly and methodically until Kiko is completely naked with her cunt and tits fully visible and he has the suit all the way on. Then he masturbates himself through the rubber crotch-don't ask me how he gets hold of himself-while Kiko undresses little Misuka. When they're both naked he gets rubber underwear out of his satchel and has Kiko put it on. She says it's so tight it hurts, but its pressure on her clit excites her pussy a lot.
After she has on the rubber panties and rubber bra, the guy makes young Misuka let him feel up her immature titties and slit while he gets a head job from Kiko. And to get at it she has to really work at it because his cock is inside the rubber suit. There's a special panel built where the fly would be and she works until she gets his cock out of there and then sucks it into her mouth. All the time she has been working on it for him, he has been playing with Misuka's little twat. When he gets the little thing so worked up that she doesn't know whether to shit or go blind, he rises up on his feet and swings the kid up on his shoulders with her cunt right in his face. He eats the kid out and makes her come off while he's shooting his wad into Kiko's hot mouth. She loves cocks so much that's enough to make her come, with the aid of a little fingerfucking on her part, so all three get their cookies out of the arrangement.
"You'd be surprised at the extra money I make off my slaves that I never counted on when I started the place. I have one guy who pays me to let him come and have the girls beat the shit out of him. I guess you might call him a masochist instead of a fetish freak except for one thing-after the girls beat on him for a while he always has them finish off by smearing mineral oil all over his body and sliding him around on the floor. That's when he gets his nuts off; he claims he can't come any other way. How the hell a guy ever develops such a weird fetish, I can't imagine, but he pays damned well for the privileges so he's welcome here anytime. The girls all think he's crazy, but they know better than to let him know it by their expressions. They know I own their asses and they have to do anything I tell them."
The businessman who supplied me with the preceding information is due to return to the States in only a year from the time of this writing. When I asked him what he would do upon leaving Japan, he said that he would simply sell his considerable number of sex slaves to the highest bidder. A number of his friends have already expressed an interest in taking over his "business" once he leaves the country.
Since it appeared that he was making a large amount of money by operating the sex slave prostitution ring, I asked him whether he expected to make anywhere near that amount upon his return to the United States. He smiled and said, "Sure. I think I'll make even more. I'm going to start the same kind of set up when I get back. I never would have thought of it before-I mean me owning a bunch of whores-but the experience I've had bossing my girls around convinces me I can do the same thing with American girls. I know I can't get Chinese and Japanese slaves like I have here-but didn't you ever hear of 'white slavery?' I'm pretty sure I can swing it if I just get in touch with the right people. After all, I have a pot full of money saved up from my stay here in Japan. And isn't money what makes the difference when you want something from somebody?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN: New York
A rasping stage whisper: "Hey man, I saw you ogling those kids on the street. You got a big hankering for 'em, don't you? Wait-don't answer me. Just come go with me and see what I have to offer you. No one will know."
This oily proposition did not occur in Tangiers, in Hong Kong, or in some teeming slum in India. It took place right in our own United States, in a tenement section of New York City, not two months prior to this writing. Although one may commonly think of the 'backward countries' of the world as the exclusive site of sex slavery, an interview with a thirty-eight-year-old Bronx accountant convinced me that the United States has its own share of teenage sex slaves-if you know where to look and how to keep your mouth shut.
It is far from unknown-that a man may purchase teenagers-and even pre-teeners-in New York and a few other American cities. Hendrik de Leeuw, in his book Sinful Cities of the Western World, does not slight New York in his coverage. " ... I discovered that Yokohama, Shangai, Singapore, Port Said and Tangier were pretty bad places, but New York may come close to earning the palm for depravity," states the author. He then goes on to explain, "There is a great difference, however, in New York. I had to delve deeply to find it. And this is true of America in general. For this is the country where individual morals are made the concern of the authorities and the state, where legislation denies the prostitute, and where the public mind has turned its back on the existence of vice, save when sensational exposes are made to stimulate the imagination, and even then it is regarded as a crime."
And as to the tender age of many of the young teenagers involved, we must keep in mind that today's young people are becoming more worldly and often more irreverent about sexual matters than ever before. Vance Packard, in his recent book The Sexual Wilderness, tells us, "The mother of a stunningly shaped fourteen-year-old girl in Ohio told us that when she tried to moderate her daughter's frenetic dating habits, the girl flung a jacket, in her face and exclaimed, 'Mother, for goodness sakes, you don't know anything about love!"
Even more germane to our consideration of the sex slavery of teenagers is a revelation made by author Stephen Barlay in his book, Sex Slavery. "According to Tracers Inc., a New York private detective bureau, one million Americans are reported missing every year. In February 1967, the firm noted a ten-fold increase in the disappearance of school children over five years of age. Child prostitution galore is reported. Drinks, drugs, the vogue, or slavers are behind it."
The fact that the age of sex slaves is very low, including not only teenagers and pre-adolescents, but even children of seven and eight, is also attested to by the Bronx accountant. I was able to contact him only through persons I had previously interviewed regarding sex slavery, and it is almost certain that I would not have been able to meet him without their assurances to him that my only interest in his sexual experiences was as source material for the present book. The following material was transferred directly into print with nothing cut:
"When the guy stopped me on the street and commented on how I'd been looking at the kids in the street my first response was shock and fear. I hadn't realized I'd been so obvious and I thought he might be one of their parents or even a plainclothes cop. But then he propositioned me to come with him and 'see what I have to offer.' Even after that I still wasn't sure about him. You know, messing with kids is a serious matter and I figure you can't be too careful. I agreed to go to a bar with him the following night and discuss things further. But before he left he whetted my interest to fever pitch by showing me a black and white Polaroid picture of two little girls getting ready for bed.
"One was only eleven or twelve with her little titties just beginning to grow and the other was only eight or nine. The smaller girl was only wearing a pair of white panties, but the older one had on some kind of gown that showed one titty sticking out in full view. The other half of her body was obscured by the gown and her legs couldn't be seen at all. But I had a private orgy that night in my imagination conjuring up what the rest of her looked like!
"I've liked real young girls ever since my early twenties. Before I tell you what happened when I met the guy the next night, I want to tell you a little about why it is I go for them. I think it's partly because I'm not very good* looking. When I was young I was very shy around girls and didn't have much fun dating them. I was kind of awkward and always felt the other guys were better than me at getting girls. I didn't fuck a girl until I was nineteen years old and I went to a whore house for it even then. It wasn't because of any lack of desire on my part that I wasn't like most of the other boys my age. I'd hear them talking about how they did it to some girl at a drive-in over in Jersey or somewhere. I'd get so horny I'd have to go home and jack myself off. All I did was daydream about fucking a girl. What she'd look like with her bra off, what her skin would feel like, how great it'd be to see inside her panties and all kinds of shit like that.
"Then as I got older I began to notice that younger girls weren't as hard to talk to as girls my own age. And they didn't seem so picky about being civil to a guy like a lot of the older girls who'd only be nice to you if you had a big car or were a football hero. And plenty of the younger girls I started noticing were very cute, too. At various times, like at basketball games or on the bus, I'd notice that when I looked at a young one she wouldn't try to snub at all. In fact, some of them would show me they liked the attention I was giving them by giving me a little free show of a few more inches of leg from under their skirt, or an 'accidental' look down the front of their blouse. Back then almost all of them wore bras instead of going around with bare tits like so many do now, but it was still exciting to get a shot down their blouse and see the white bra and a bit of titty flesh.
"Before long I'd forgotten about girls my own age entirely and was dreaming about having one of the young dolls naked with me. I was about nineteen at the time and the ones I liked most were girls twelve or thirteen and younger. They were the flirtiest and most appealing to me. But I was getting old enough so that I had to watch myself and not let anyone notice my preferences. I decided I was going to have to have a piece of ass or die, so I went to a whore house across the river in Jersey and lost my cherry. I was really disappointed, though. The girl was about twenty-five and hard as nails. She wanted to get it over with and move on to her next trick and she didn't make any bones about it. When I couldn't get a hard-on she laughed at me. That made me feel even worse but I finally managed to raise a hard by thinking of young girls and was able to fuck her. It was a totally unsatisfying experience and I never again went to a whore house.
"I was going to college then and working part time as a handy man for an apartment manager. Since I was conscientious and hard working, he and his wife-they were about thirty-five -took a great liking to me. They used to invite me to their place for dinner all the time. Their eight-year-old daughter was an only child and there weren't any other kids in the building so she loved it whenever I came to dinner. Even if I wasn't her age I was someone different for her to talk to. Eventually it became a ritual. She and I would wait in the living room while her mom got dinner. Her dad always dashed in at the last minute so that left me alone with her. Once when we were watching TV she sat down beside me and before I knew it she was tight against my side slapping my leg and laughing at the funny TV show.
"When she touched me I immediately became aware of her smooth, warm body and how nice it felt to have her hand on my leg, even for a second. That happened several nights in a row and then we both became bolder and started letting our hands rove over each other's body. We never talked about what we were doing because I think she knew as well as I did that what we were doing was naughty and bad. It got so that I'd get to run my hands all around under her loose-fitting dress and massage the smooth skin of her immature body. And she loved every minute of it. She started putting her hand on my crotch and feeling my cock, which of course was as big as it could be. When I finally got up enough nerve to start toying with her little eight-year-old pussy, she couldn't get enough of it. And she showed her affection by going inside my pants and playing around with my naked peter. One night I got so hot I shot off in her hand and she didn't know what it was. It sort of scared her and I was deathly afraid she'd tell her parents. After that I got another job and never went around anymore. But I'd had my taste of sex with a kid and I wanted more.
"For the next several years I played with little girls and young teenyboppers whenever I got the chance, but it wasn't often. By that time I didn't like them any other age. A few times I got to feel a girl up in movies and two or three times I ran across a nymphet who was old enough to want to experiment with her developing body. In Central Park I got one girl about ten to jack me off for a dollar and once I paid a girl of thirteen to let me feel her naked titties. Outside of that my only sex outlet was masturbation. I starting buying sex picture books and imagining myself with girls in the pictures. Another thing happened, too. I found that I was so horny all the time that I began to be attracted to boys as well as girls. It had to be a very specific kind of boy-ten or younger and well-formed.
"A couple of times I succeeded in getting young boys to let me masturbate them and once I even found a nine-year-old who was willing to do it to me. But in general my sex life was very unsatisfactory. I had depended on my own erotic thoughts so much for stimulation that it seemed impossible to ever be able to satisfy my desires with real youngsters. I had decided that the perfect sex situation for me would be one in which I was at liberty to do terribly naughty things to young girls and boys who were homosexual-except, of course, where I was concerned. I came to this attitude because of a touch of jealousy, I suppose. I reasoned that if a young girl or boy had sex with a member of the opposite sex the act would constitute 'disloyalty' to me. But with members of their own sex it seemed to me that a girl or boy would not be 'unfaithful' to me. Of course the whole thing was an impossible dream anyway so it really made no difference.
"Then I met the man on the street who wanted me to come and see what he had to 'offer' after he had observed me gazing at kids in the street. The next night I went to the bar and found the answer to all my dreams. I could hardly believe it when he claimed he could furnish me with young girls at all. And when he went on to say that for the right kind of money I could even keep them overnight at my own apartment or even for days at a time, it was too much for me to swallow. He proposed that I go to a certain tenement house with him that very night and enjoy myself with a little girl. I would only pay a flat fee and he'd guarantee there'd be no trouble from parents or cops. I thought he was referring to a regular whore house of some sort, but he quickly explained the details.
" 'No, man, I ain't gonna take you to no whore house. You don't understand. See, the kids I can put you in touch with are all from very poor families. Their parents are in on the deal, see, to make money. That's why there's no danger involved. It's a living for a lot of them, or at the very least a damned big chunk of their income. You'll see."
"I hadn't realized that such things went on. I agreed to go with him to the little girl's house. Fifteen minutes later we were climbing rickety wooden stairs in an unfamiliar part of the city. He had me wait a couple of minutes and then he came back and said, 'It's all yours, buster. Her mom is taking her brothers out for a snack on her part of the money you paid me. Take your time and enjoy yourself. I know you're going to like her. Her name is Rae and she's eleven.'
"I hesitantly entered the apartment, which was dark and drafty, and tried to get my eyes accustomed to the poor light. Before I could quite make out which room I was in I heard a small voice say, 'Come on in here to this room, mister.' I imagined a southern accent and later found I was right. Her family had come to New York from Appalachia mine country and had fallen on hard times. The father had deserted the wife and kids and she was left to take care of them the best way she could. Renting her eleven-year-old daughter out to men like me just happened to be one of those ways.
"I went on into the other room and could barely make out the form of a child sitting on a rumpled bed with her arms around her knees. The only light was from a street light across the street, but it was plenty bright enough after my eyes got used to it. Rae turned out to be a perfectly beautiful young adolescent with ash blond hair, a thin frame and a cute, inquisitive face. She was wearing nothing but a tattered white cotton sleeping gown over a pair of pink panties. The elastic band was broken in her panties and this let them fall low on her slender hips, in a wrinkled condition like an old handerkerchief.
"She said, 'I'm real glad you came, mister. If you like me maybe you'll come back, huh?"
"I nodded that I might indeed, but I was so struck with being able to see the kid as near naked as she was, that my jaw dropped down and I just gazed at her for a few minutes. She chewed her bubble gum and grinned at me in what she considered to be a very sexy way. To most guys maybe she would've just looked silly, but to me she looked just like she was trying to look-extremely provocative.
"She seemed very concerned with pleasing me. 'I wasn't sure what you like so I just wore these panties and gown. If you want me to I'll put all my clothes back on so you can watch me take them off.' Then she lowered her head and in a giggly voice said, 'Course if you'd druther have me get plumb naked so you can see everything I got, I can do that, too.'
"I told her I wanted her to let me take them off and she said, 'Okay, mister, here I am."
"I took my pants off and got on the bed with her, wearing only my long-tailed button-down white shirt. She asked, 'Aren't you gonna move your shirt so I can finger your foreskin while you take my clothes off? Most guys like it when I do that."
"I ripped off my shirt and let my hands caress her youthful, velvety skin while she brazenly took my prick and began delicately manipulating it. I played with her for a while by rubbing her shoulders, neck, face and bare legs. I pretended to myself that's all I was going to be able to do to her, and then rewarded myself by getting under the gown and rubbing her tummy and ribs. Finally I let myself place my sweaty fingertips on the turgid hardness of her pea-sized nipples. The lovely, soft flesh of her titties formed a resilient mound that made the nipples stick out in a very erotic way.
"She was apparently a bit concerned that she didn't have bigger titties even though they were undoubtedly somewhat larger than most eleven-year-old's.
" 'I know my titties ain't too big but I'm a big enough girl to have you fuck me. Honest! Feel in my panties and see all the hair I have around my pussy. Heck, I just had a few wild hairs down there last summer."
"She seemed so afraid I might not be pleased with her that I put her at ease by saying, *Rae, you're fine honey, just fine. Now you just let me do what I want to you.'
"She smiled and lay backwards. I slipped her gown off as she touched the bed and then wormed my fingers into her panties. She had a nice little nest between her legs and when I started playing around in it she sighed and said, 'Umm, that feels swell. You're nice, mister.'
"In a very short time I had her panties off and she had voluntarily grasped my tumescent cock in her hand. I slipped my forefinger into her small slit and discovered that she was wet there. I raised myself above her and parted her legs, allowing the big head of my cock to touch the entrance to her jewel box.
" 'Honey, you sure are awfully hot and wet down there. Wouldn't it be good for you if I gave you a little hard peter to cool you off some, and soak up some of that pussy juice?"
"She was breathing heavily already and so was I. She said, 'Mister, that's jest what I want. Oh hell, mister, if you'll just stick that pole of yours on in I promise you I'll make you feel good.'
"I needed no further encouragement. I slowly eased it into her tight pussy and knew I was going to get my rocks off very fast. I started hunching her and felt her little skinny legs wrap around my ass. 'Oh shit, mister, that feels so good. Oh please keep doing it! Oh go ahead and fuck me. Give me all of it, I can take it! Ahhhh!' The breath hissed out of her like steam from a tea kettle and she started humping her little ass off the bed to meet the thrusts of my swollen prick. I felt myself start to come off and increased the speed of my movements. The sweat was rolling off her naked body so much I knew she must be close too.
"I yelled, 'Get ready for it, honey, I've got a hot load on its way to you!'
"The sexy young bitch screamed, 'Oh god, mister, I'm ready for it right now. Oh give it to me now! Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck fuck fuck-aiiiiiieeeee!"
"I just about had my nuts off anyway and when I heard her screaming dirty words and felt her young snatch vibrate under me, I shot a hot stream of come into her that must have gone right on up toward her tonsils. After awhile she put her gown and panties back on and washed herself out, then did the same for me. I left there completely satisfied and knowing I wanted to meet my 'introduction service' again very soon.
"The next time I had a drink with him I laid it on the line. I admitted to him my entire fantasy about having young girls and boys at my disposal who would indulge in homosexual stuff while I watched and participated. I'd already paid the guy a good price for my first time with Rae and he naturally wanted more of my money, which I would be glad to give him if he could provide what I was interested in.
" 'Hmmm,' he mused, 'I just might be able to help you out, buddy.' He said that what the situation amounted to was slavery and that he had quite a few other young teen and pre-teen boys and girls under his control. It was more customary for him to retain control and rent them out by the night, but he'd consider selling me what I wanted outright if I was willing to pay his price. First, he outlined exactly what I could get for the money.
" 'Rae has a cousin fifteen named Robin whose family's in the same boat as hers. And Robin has a little sister, Peggy, who's just eight. That'd be three girls. Together with two young boys that'd be five kids. I know where I can lay my hands on a couple of little ten-year-old gay boys who should exactly fill the bill. I know for sure that the boys will go the scene for you and with you but I'm not absolutely sure the girls will please you that way. Are you willing to gamble on that one uncertainty? Little Rae really liked you a lot, her mom tells me, so she might talk Robin or Peggy, or maybe both of them into some pussy-licking and titty-sucking for your benefit even if they didn't really dig it. What do you say?"
"I didn't hesitate about accepting his offer. I'm not a rich man, but I have a pretty high-paying job, and since I've never married, I've managed to accumulate a pretty good bank roll through the years. The next day I met him in the same bar with a certified check in the amount he had named. He would handle all the other details. I would be delivered Gene and Larry, the two boys, that night. The next day I would receive the three girls. Although my apartment had always been larger than I really needed, with my two extra bedrooms empty, I was about to have them serve as 'guest' rooms for the best kind of guests I could imagine.
"That night when Gene and Larry were brought to my place I was already hot and horny just from thinking about what I was going to do with them. The situation had already been explained to them so they knew that they were my property and must do as I told them. I got in bed and told them I wanted to watch while they played with each other the way they were accustomed to doing. They were just a bit shy at first but it didn't last long. They both stripped down to their jockey shorts and Gene, the blond-headed one, reached into Larry's fly for his cock. Larry was a dark-haired kid who looked Puerto Rican, but his name didn't sound Latin so I never knew what he was. His cock was a little bigger than Gene's, but they both had very nice ones for boys only ten.
"Gene jacked Larry off at first and then Larry reciprocated by getting his little hands on Gene's tool. I'd say Larry's was maybe three-and-a-half inches long and Gene's a bit shorter. Gene had two or three black hairs growing around the base of his peter but Larry's little tool was as hairless as a banana. I asked them if they could shoot off and Gene said, 'No, we can't make peter juice like a man yet, but we love giving each other hand jobs and sucking each other off. I asked them if they'd ever seen a man shoot his wad and they both said they'd only heard about it. All the time I was talking to them they'd been working each other over, so I was damned hot.
"I said, 'Well, watch me and you're going to see what it'll be like for you when you get to be a man.' I'd been masturbating under the covers while I watched them so I just tossed back the covers so they could watch. It was somehow very exciting for me to display my cock to them and act as 'teacher.' In no time at all I shot off onto the floor and as they watched it was clear that even at their youthful age they were definitely gay.
"Gene said, 'Oh, please, can I touch it now?' and Larry right away wanted to put his mouth on it! I permitted them both to play around with it and finally got so hot as a result that I raised a new hard-on and shot off in Larry's mouth while Gene sucked his cock. I put them both to sleep in the room that would be theirs and slept well that night.
"The next night the girls were due to arrive. I'd been awaiting them with such concern that I wasn't able to keep my mind on my work all day at the office. The thought of having Rae, who I'd already fucked, plus fifteen-year-old Robin and her eight-year-old sister, Peggy, was enough to make me quiver with anticipation. I was hoping I could get them to want each other's bodies like Gene and Larry did, but I'd decided if they didn't show any real interest in each other, I'd still be perfectly happy just having the three of them around to fuck. I knew little Peggy probably wouldn't have a pussy large enough for me to get into but I had plenty of naughty things I wanted to do with her besides plain fucking. I sincerely hoped they'd both be as attractive as Rae. In addition, the fact that Peggy and Robin were sisters provided an extra thrill for me in the knowledge that any lesbian love I could get them to do would also be incest. Not to mention that the three of them were cousins.
"That night is one I'll never forget. They were delivered with a single suitcase of clothes for the three of them. I was at last alone with all five children.
"I left Larry and Gene in their room until after I'd had a little time with Rae, Robin and Peggy. The two cousins exceeded my wildest expectations. Robin was a shapely young girl who, in spite of her shabby clothes and poor background, displayed a poise that belied her fifteen years of age. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair, big brown eyes, was about five feet seven inches tall, and had the greatest set of jugs I ever saw on a girl who hadn't even quite finished growing yet. Those whoppers must have been at least size 36D's and her small waist and long legs made them appear even bigger.
"Robin smiled at me and in a sexy voice drawled, 'Rae told me and my sis that you was real nice to her, so we're glad you took us over from our mom. If you liked what Rae told us that you did with her then I think you're gonna like me and Peggy real well.' She sat down in a chair and leaned back in it, looking at me from under long eye lashes. She could plainly see that I was looking her up and down as though she was naked-and it was obvious she liked it.
"Then little Peggy piped up in her high, sweet, little girl's voice and said, 'I liked what Rae told me you did to her. It made me want to play naughty with myself thinking about it. I might not be big enough yet for all of what you did to Rae but I sure do hope you'll let me get naked and show you how pretty I am. Surely you can think of something you'd like to do to me!"
"Her little speech was so cute that even the other girls laughed along with me. I grabbed Peggy up in my arms, kissed her soft child's lips, and whispered in her ear, 'Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to leave you out of the fun.' She had black hair that grew all the way to her waist, and a delicate, pretty face that was alive with curiosity. When she felt my hands supporting her by encircling the cheeks of her ass she snuggled her face into the crook of my neck and whispered, 'Umm, it feels good when you have your hands under my dress like that. It's going to be fun doing nasty things with you."
"Rae had a surprising and delightful confession to make. She ran and hugged me after I set Peggy down and said, 'Can we go into the bedroom now? There's something we want to tell you and see if you'll be mad at us.'
"As soon as the three of us were on the bed Rae propped her pretty legs under her elbows and said, 'Since I know you best, Peggy and Robin want me to be the one to tell you this. When we heard we were coming here to live we got hot thinking about it and started ... well, we played nasty with each other a little bit. See, we do that a lot when we're together. Are you mad at us for being so bad? We ... we're sorry we did it but we'll never do it again if-"
"My heart was in my throat with anticipation and delight at her words. I interrupted her and said, 'Listen, sweety, you don't give it another thought. I was just hoping to be able to get you girls to do the lesbian bit and now you tell me you're already doing it. Great! I want you to keep it up and let me watch. I have two boys who'll act as your brothers. They're gay, too. I don't want you letting them in your panties but you can watch them all you want.'
"I called the boys into the bedroom, made brief introductions, and told the pair to amuse themselves with each other as they'd done the night before while I played with the girls. They immediately went for each other's peter, much to the girls' enjoyment. I told Rae that since I'd already fucked her I thought it was only fair that I got into Robin's panties first. Robin was very pleased with my suggestion.
" 'But there's one more little thing, Rae,' I said to the girl. 'I want you to get Robin hot for me in your own special way, so she'll provide me with the best fuck she has to offer, okay?"
"Rae's eyes lighted up and she said with a little laugh, *Oh, I think I can do some things to Robin that will make her hot.'
"Little Peggy chimed in, 'She sure can! Rae knows how to suck my cunny even better than Robin-and Robin's my sister!"
"Rae and Robin turned a little red in the face and laughed at Peggy's comment. I grabbed the little girl in my arms and, while Rae went to work removing Robin's clothes, I kissed her soft cheek and ran my hand up her dress. I slipped my fingers into her thin panties and twiddled her hairless baby slit. She responded by drawing her dress over her head and saying, 'I don't have as much as Rae or Robin yet, but I hope you'll at least frig me like you're doing now even if you can't get your peter in me. Oooh, you sure are making it feel good right now! I bet you got a real big one, huh? Would you let me see it? Let me play with it while we both watch Rae and my sis-can I?"
"The small girl's tender flesh was hot to my fingers wherever I touched her. She cordially wiggled out of her panties and let them slip to the floor as I continued frigging her tiny slit and she darted her little hand deep into my pants in search of my hard peter. By that time Rae had entirely removed all of Robin's clothes and left her naked on the bed. She was bent over the older girl's body with her sweet lips over a succulent nipple as her hands massaged a tit. It was obvious they'd played around with each other a lot. I watched the two girls lez it up while little Peggy and I frigged each other inside our clothes.
"Rae wasn't being left out, not by a long shot. Robin had both hands up Rae's dress and as Rae kept up the stimulating tongue action on her tits, Robin was rubbing the cheek of Rae's ass with one hand and masturbating her pussy with the other. I yelled for Robin to take Rae's clothes off while Rae sucked her nipples and the fifteen-year-old obliged at once, revealing the slender nakedness of her cousin for us all to see. With them both naked Peggy and I felt out of place so I quickly got her naked-hell, with her panties already off all she had on was a tattered dress-and the eager little beaver went to work on me and had all mine off in nothing flat.
"Rae and Robin were getting hot as pistols so I told Rae to get off and let me on. With a little shoving and yanking I soon had them arranged as I wanted: I was astride the lush, full-bodied fifteen-year-old and Rae was seated on the floor at our heads, facing us, with Peggy in her naked lap. In this position I could fuck Robin's pussy, suck Rae's firm titties, and give little Peggy a hand job as she sat in Rae's lap. Rae and Peggy had their own little thing going, too; they were energetically engaged in French-kissing each other while I sucked one's titty and frigged the other one's little baby slit.
"To top it all off, the girls were all looking at Larry and Gene go after each other across the room and seemed to be getting an extra charge out of seeing the little ten-year-olds' hard cocks. From time to time I would raise my head from Rae's fine titties and look down at the cascade of dark brown hair that fell from Robin's head as she excitedly put her mobile mouth to work by licking and kissing my stomach and nipples. I could feel Robin beginning to groan and knew she was going to come very soon. There were so damned many of us involved that I didn't even worry about trying to have everyone come off at the same time. The boys, in fact, had already gotten what pleasure they could from each other -and were watching the four of us with great interest.
"Little Peggy was the first one to come, which pleased me very much. My hand job on her was what gave it to her. She chirped shrilly when she came and darted her hands to Rae's cunny. In just seconds the combined titillation of my mouth on her tit and Peggy's hands on her wet cunny made her get her cookies. And then the chain reaction continued to Robin and I, with us both humping each other faster and faster until we exploded in a paroxysm of thick white come and hot pussy juice that left us breathless. As you can well imagine, *we were all ready for a nice long sleep after all that. And the boys were too.
"I've had the kids for a year now and it's been great. Once in a while I even invite friends of mine over for a little free sex. Sometimes I rent one of the kids out for a one-night stand. Why shouldn't I get a little money back from my investment in them? They're just as much mine as my car or my furniture, aren't they?"
When the accountant reached this stage of the interview I thanked him and terminated our meeting. How, indeed* did he expect me to answer such questions? The very basis of the questions were founded on tenets so reprehensible that I could do no more than simply remain silent in the face of them.
CONCLUSION
Before collapsing on its political face, the League of Nations did perform one most noteworthy act in the name of humanitarianism. In 1926 slavery was officially outlawed in the last of its two major strongholds-Africa and Asia. However, despite this attempt to forever do away with a practice based on man's cruelty to man, the illegal activity of flesh merchants still flourishes to some extent.
As to the existence of sex slavery, there are a number of questions to be asked and answered.
It is hoped that this book has raised some of them and brought a spark of enlightenment to the reader. Although there seems little that the individual himself can do to curb this activity, control of it-through public awareness-is not a physical impossibility. But until then, sex slavery will be very much a part of the continuing history of the world.
