Jean Fashta: Cash For Flesh

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.