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Subject: {ASSM} Servants in Sunda area of West Java
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Old Magazine Article discovered in the Archives of a French
museum.

by Sutini Wijaya



THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT.
ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT
THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY
PROHIBITED.

The following story is entirely a work of fiction and is purely
the work of my feminine imagination! Comments may be made to me
at smiling19w@netscape.net. All email is answered.  Author's bio
also available on request.

I wrote this after a visit to West Java and was struck by the
similarity of the residents of one village area I was visiting. I
am not sure how to classify it for this area, but would suggest
'consensual sex' and "historical" maybe appropriate.
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Servants in Sunda area of West Java

Translated from Mme Yvonne Duplai's "Les Voyages Extrordinaire"
(First  edition), Pgs 76-79, Les Livres Historique, Paris 1897

My host in Bandung was  a Chinese merchant and plantation owner,
Ong Siu Lee, a gentleman of considerable wealth and chattels. I
was met at  the railway station  where I had arrived from Batavia
after a long, hot and tedious trip. The air in hilly Bandung was
cool and crisp after the steamy atmosphere of Batavia.

I immediately was aware of the wealth and opulence of the Ong
plantation. The house was architecturally similar to plantation
houses in the south of the United States. I was unable to avoid
being overwhelmed by the staffing  as servants, attractive
maidens of Sundanese descent , were in plentiful supply. Men
servants were evident also but considerably less in number.

A charming maid took me to my room and offered to bathe my face
with cooled moist cloths. She then attended to my luggage,
unpacking it deftly and efficiently into a bureau. She spoke no
French and only a little Dutch. We were able to communicate with
my few words in her native language, a variety of Malay, and with
some good natured mirth.

When I came downstairs my host suggested a tour of the plantation
and I readily agreed. A horse and buggy was made ready and
accompanied by a groomsman at the reins, we made off. The size of
the tea growing area was greater than I had anticipated with hill
after hill covered in neatly cut hedgerows of tea bushes. The
pickers were there in considerable numbers and paid by the
quantity that they picked. I learned that there is a conspicuous
difference between the servants at the house and the pickers
which I shall explain hereunder.

The tour took the best part of the rest of the afternoon and
whereby I was shown the tea processing from picking to curing. It
is packed in large boxes called tea chests and shipped to
destinations all over the world...including France.

In the evening I was privy to witness a most extraordinaryevent.

My host, being a man of some means, had four wives. All were
Chinese and all very comely, the youngest being a mere nineteen
years of age. Wife number four announced that she was pregnant
amidst great joy and celebration. Mr Ong was already the proud
father of some 5 children and beamed with delight at the joyous
news. I was made aware that concubines do not like to breast feed
their children as the risk of losing their bustline is very real
and in a house where competition for the attention of the master
is paramount, this is an important aspect.  Mr Ong  told his wife
to select a "milker" from the staff as soon as possible as she
was already about six weeks pregnant. 

The term "milker" is  for a servant that produces breast milk for
the master's children as a wet nurse and it is customary that as
soon as a Chinese wife is confirmed pregnant, a servant is chosen
and made pregnant too. I expressed my astonishment to Mr Ong who
laughingly told me that is quite usual in this part of the world.
He explained that the tea pickers I had seen that afternoon were
hired labor and were not part of the household. The servants in
the house were, he explained not just owned by him but had been
bred by him !  In most cases the servants  were descendants of
some generations back.  Under the Dutch administration an
experimental program had been launched to breed an entirely new 
race of "Indo" people.  The program had been in place  for almost
100 years and the house servants  certainly  and obviously showed
different racial features to the tea-pickers we had seen who were
'pure' Sundanese.  Mr Ong explained that the program initiated by
the Dutch, in his case, was to import tall strong young
Manadonese men from the north Celebes, and breed them with
selected Sundanese women. In other plantations different breeding
stock were used. 

The resultant offspring were extraordinarily handsome and hard
working with an unquestioning loyalty to the Ong family who
regarded the group almost as family. When a 'milker' is made
pregnant the resultant offspring, if it is a girl, will become
the servant for life of the Chinese woman's child. Throughout
life they will be as siblings although one is subservient to the
other.

My host was amused at my interest in this situation. He assured
me there was no reason I should be deterred from witnessing the
procedure during my two-week stay on the plantation. It was
considered 'women's business' he explained.

After the meal three of the wives (accompanied by myself) went to
the servants quarters to select a girl. The quarters were
barrack-like and there were perhaps 25 women of varying ages
attending their ablutions and sitting about chatting.  The senior
Mrs Ong gathered the girls around and told them that Number Four
was pregnant. There was much excitement and laughter and when she
then asked if any wished to volunteer as a "milker", imagine my
surprise when five girls volunteered.   We took them back to the
main house to the nursery area where they were interviewed. One
was excluded immediately as she was too old. Another was dropped
because she was already a nanny for another child. The last three
were all in their late teens and were all very keen to be
selected. They were then asked about their most recent
menstruation: two were  about 16 days  away and the other was
eliminated as she was just about to start. It eventually came
down to breast size and after removing their upper clothes for an
inspection one was eliminated.

It is known that conception could take place on day 15, 14 and 13
 before the next menstruation was due and this was day 16. It was
agreed that the supervised mating would take place next evening
and each evening for the next three days. 

The next morning a tall muscular boy about 17 was selected as the
sperm producer. Wife Two, with me the interested witness, took
him to the nursery area and explained what he was to do that
evening and over the next few days. The Chinese believe that to
produce a female child the sperm must be weakened by many
ejaculations and this, they believe, is why first children are
usually female. A female child resulting from this mating would
be preferred  as a nanny/consort of the new Chinese baby..
Accordingly the young man was to 'weaken' his sperm. Two girls
were shown how  to stimulate the young man who was lying on a bed
with his britches removed.  Wife number two instructed them in
detail how this was to be done and how to arouse the boy.  We
watched him spill his seed and then they bathed him. They helped
him do this every six hours.

The mating took place that evening much like mating a pair of
pedigree animals.

The girl held her sarong up above her hips and exposing her
genitals. With two of the Chinese wives present, she was told to
lean forward over the back of a chair with her legs quite apart
and support herself with her hands on the seat. Mrs Ong then
applied  copious coconut oil to the girl's exposed vulva as a
lubricant. The boy was also prepared with oil, much like milking
a cow until his penis became quite erect.  Mrs Ong held the penis
in one hand and parted the labia with the other. She then
inserted the penis and told him to push it in as far as he could.
 I had not realised that the girl was virginal and  I saw her
flinch as it was inserted.  The boy, who was being mated for the
first time I was told, was then instructed to begin his mating
motion rocking to and fro. He needed considerable encouragement
from the assembled group but after a while he achieved steady
rhythm continuing until after some five minutes he shuddered and
started  uncontrolled spasms of movement with his body. He was
told to remain inserted and to push forward until the tremors
stopped. He then stood back and the girl was immediately lain on
a bed with her feet raised.

The mating was clinical and not erotic. The couple were
encouraged to do it as often as they wished during the day but
each night there was one supervised mating which I witnessed. Mr
Ong himself attended the final one and gave a small party for all
consisting sweet biscuits and tea.


Mr Ong was very proud of his breeding program and some of his
offspring were now working in Batavia in service to important
Dutch officials. Most of the ground work had been done by his
father and his grandfather but he too had been to the Manado area
to select breeding males, two of  whom  he showed me and they
were indeed impressive specimens. They would stay for
approximately two years and then be returned to their own area.
Careful notes had always been made of each servants heredity and
this was required by law. All boy babies from this program were
free to mix with and marry the locals but all the females were
bonded for life to the Ong family and seemingly happy to accept
the fact that they would only mate with imported men selected for
them by Mr Ong.. 

When I was back in France I was told by letter that the mating
had been successful.  But imagine my delight when, a year later,
I received a letter from Batavia informing me that the child was
born a girl and had been named Yvonne...after me! I felt closely
bonded to the infant and sent a small gift.




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