SLAVEBOYS FROM MOSCOW & NEW YORK Part 1 Chapters 1-6
By Pueros
pueros@hotmail.com

copyright 2006 by Pueros, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY


Part One - Noël

'Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?'

- William Shakespeare (Sonnet 57)


Chapter 1 - Moscow

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian
countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, Christmas 1999)

After his excruciating experience on the wheel, 14 year-old
Sergei had been too distressed and damaged to return
immediately with his Master to the dacha near St.
Petersburg. The boy had instead been afforded a spare cell
in the basement of the similar country residence near his
home city of Moscow at which the most recent auction of new
young slaves had just been held.

Sergei's back, buttocks and the rear of his legs had been
agonisingly indented with a morass of bloody spike marks.
Fortunately, all of these injuries would eventually
completely heal and not leave any permanent scars. The young
Muscovite had, despite his acute anguish, been sensible
enough not to wriggle too much as the wheel was slowly
mechanically revolved over several hours, under the initial
cruel supervision of the host, and so he had not made his
wounds more serious by radical movement.

Nevertheless, the pain induced when Sergei had revolved
upwards, causing the full weight of his body to press
against the spikes on the rim of the wheel, to which his
wrists and ankles were chained so that he was stretched taut
in an uncomfortable curve, had been immense. The relief
accrued when the boy subsequently moved downwards had also
initially been lessened by the fact that he at first
believed in horror that the gap between the lower edge of
the wicked device and the black concrete floor of the
torture chamber was insufficient to allow him passage.

The petrified Sergei only accepted that the gap was just
sufficient for most of his slim body after he had been
revolved several times through 360°. However, the boy also
discovered that his flaccid cock did brush the polished
floor on each revolution. This phenomenon became more
noticeable, both physically and visibly, with time, as the
unruly penis reacted by gradually becoming hard.

The host of the auction and the many guests, who had
accompanied him to watch him hurt Sergei, and who included
the boy's own Master, noticed this penile reaction, which
was common because the wheel had been set up partly to
induce such a phenomenon when torturing young males. The
spectators naturally stayed to see the equally customary
denouement.

Despite Sergei's excruciation and his earlier ejaculation
when the butler had sodomised him, his raging young teenage
hormones, boosted by previous enforced celibacy and
unknowing consumption of strong aphrodisiacs, needed only
two dozen revolutions of the wheel to make him cum again.
The boy's ecstatic erection was still shamefully spurting
semen when he was once more temporarily uplifted to face the
ceiling instead of the floor, causing some of the ejaculate
to fall back onto his genitals and belly.

When Sergei was subsequently again moving downwards and he
was in the relevant inverted position, some of the residual
cum even dripped onto his chest and face, thereby completing
his humiliation, to the utter delight of the many spectators
crowded into the torture chamber. Having watched this
pleasant spectacle, the latter throng subsequently departed
to leave the boy to enjoy his torture on his own, as the
wheel was allowed automatically to turn slowly for a few
more hours.

During this generally agonising period, Sergei somehow
managed to enjoy two more brief ecstatic intervals, as he
orgasmed twice more. 

Chapter 2 - New York

(New York, USA, same time)

The Twin Towers were still standing when the exceptionally
attractive, fair-haired blue-eyed boy, who lived in a
luxurious apartment near to New York's World Trade Center,
began to fill a small suitcase for his trip to Africa with
his widower father. The man had advised his only child,
whose personality everyone considered to be extremely
charming, that they should both travel light and so the 13
year-old was only packing what he thought were essentials.
 
The son had been Christened 'Robert' after both of his
grandfathers, who coincidentally shared the same forename.
However, the appellation was pronounced somewhat differently
in the respective countries of which the elderly men were
nationals.

In contrast to the French element of the boy's family, his
American relations and friends made use of the English sound
of the letter 't' when pronouncing his full name. However,
on the western side of the Atlantic Ocean, he was most
commonly addressed as 'Rob', whilst on the other he was
often alternatively and affectionately called 'Petite
Pomme', or 'Little Apple', which was a wordplay connected to
his home city's nickname.
 
Despite the fact that the word 'pomme' was feminine in
gender, Robert did not mind being called such a nickname
because he was proud of his home city of New York, or the
'Big Apple'. However, the boy was subsequently to be acutely
ashamed when he eventually earned another far less pleasant
French title. The derogative was 'Allaitant', a translation
of and explanation for which will be provided later.

Robert was the product of a marriage between a father who
was a native New Yorker and a mother who was from Nîmes in
France. The boy's parents had met when they were both rather
impecunious young post-graduate students at the Sorbonne in
Paris.

Robert's father, quietly but significantly helped and
supported by his new spouse, had gone on from the Sorbonne
to become an immensely successful multi-millionaire
businessman in the high-technology sector back in New York,
where he and his wife had established their main home and
where their only child was born. The boy therefore happily
considered himself to be an American and New Yorker like his
male parent. This attitude existed despite being fluent in
French and having both dual nationality and a great
affection for his mother's homeland and relatives, whom he
often visited and who adored their 'Petite Pomme'.

Robert attended one of New York's most prestigious and
expensive private schools, where he was very popular with
both staff and fellow pupils. The boy also proved to be
gifted academically and in sports, being as able with an
American football in his hands as with a soccer ball at his
feet. He could also out-run and out-swim anyone of his own
age.

Robert had needed the comfort of his extended family and
large number of close friends after his mother died of
breast cancer tragically young when he was only a 10 year-
old. The boy's father had subsequently immediately sold all
of his lucrative business interests to concentrate on his
only son's upbringing, as well as on charitable works, which
had previously been his wife's biggest pastime.
 
Robert's father, rather naturally in the circumstances, gave
significant help to breast cancer research. However, the man
also fatefully spent a lot of time and money on African
charities, which had been the main causes supported by his
late wife.

The history of Robert's maternal family indicated that
certain forebears had once been involved in the
establishment and administration of French colonies in
northwest Africa. They were especially associated with what
are now the vast but impoverished Islamic Republics of
Mauritania, Mali, Niger and Chad, on the southern fringes of
the Sahara Desert. 

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience about France's past
colonial exploitation of the region, and familial
involvement in such deeds, Robert's mother had directed most
of her charitable efforts towards these countries,
particularly at the eradication there of a certain still
extant social evil. She had even set up her own organisation
for the purpose, with the acronym of 'Amasiaf' for short and
for which she had used her artistic talents to design a
distinctive logo.
 
The social evil concerned was actually at the forefront of
Robert's bright mind, as he excitedly packed his suitcase
during his school's Christmas and New Year holidays. The
boy's father was travelling to Africa on a brief fact-
finding trip and his son had fatefully successfully begged
to go with him.

Chapter 3 - St. Petersburg

(A large luxurious dacha in a quiet part of the Russian
countryside, conveniently close to Moscow, several days
later)

After spending several days lying on his front on the bed of
a tiny basement cell in a dacha near Moscow, whilst the rear
of his body healed with the aid of a corrupt doctor's expert
attention, Sergei was returned to the similar country
residence of his own Master near St. Petersburg. Two
limousines and a private jet aircraft provided the boy's
transport and, during the journey, he had been able to judge
from the snowy and seasonally decorated scenes through the
windows that Christmas was imminent.

Sergei was now continuing his recuperation in a more
familiar tiny basement cell. As the boy did so, he was
excused the generally unpleasant daily exercise sessions.

Such pardon from the daily exercise sessions, however, made
the common monotony of Sergei's current existence even more
acute. The boy was therefore unsure whether he should be
displeased or happy about the situation.

Sergei had discovered that lengthy periods of suffering at
his Master's cruel hands in the basement of the dacha, such
as that endured on the day of his induction, were actually
quite rare, as were the man's perverse parties.  Despite his
clear cruel lust for his four slaveboys, the multi-
millionaire simply did not appear to be present at his
country residence with them very often.

Sergei would have known if he was being left alone whilst
one of the other three slaveboys suffered nearby because the
walls in the basement did not seem to be too thick. The
sound of music coming from the entertainment room or of
screams from the torture chamber could readily be heard.

Sergei judged correctly that his Master remained a working
multi-millionaire, who committed himself to a very hectic
business schedule, as well as social life. The boy therefore
rightly presumed that the allures of making more money and
of enjoying events elsewhere were somehow often greater for
the man than the attractions offered by his four
exceptionally beautiful young slaves in the basement of his
country dacha.

Sergei by now knew that his Master compensated for his
absence from his dacha by frequently being accompanied by
one of his young slaves on his business and other
excursions. The selected boy would act in public places as a
valet, just as Yuri had done during the man's recent trip to
New York.

Sergei himself had so far not yet been chosen for the
privilege, apart from his recent horrible and injurious trip
to Moscow for a fraternity event. However, the boy's failure
to be selected for another trip would soon end and again he
would not enjoy the experience.

Given his Master's frequent absences, much of Sergei's first
three months of service for the sadist had therefore
actually largely been filled with immense monotony. Such
boredom was interspersed with only occasional bouts of
humiliation and suffering of varying length and cruelty at
the hands of the man or his staff. 

The staff tended not to overplay their employer's generosity
in being willing to share his young slaves' sexual services.
They were keen not to damage the boys in some way through
overuse, which might engender their boss' anger and so
endanger their lucrative jobs. 

Consequently, Sergei found that most of his time was spent
alone in his tiny cell, naked apart from the cruel
transparent chastity cage encasing his genitals. At such
times, the daily routine was always monotonously the same.

The boring schedule did, though, provide Sergei with the
only way in which he could guess the approximate time. The
boy would not otherwise have been able to make a decent
judgement because his tiny accommodation was windowless and
the cell's fluorescent light was never switched off to
indicate day or night   

The usual routine would begin with an order, which normally
woke Sergei and was conveyed over the intercom, for the boy
to cleanse and groom himself in readiness for the doctor's
daily visit. The physician would be calling to perform the
customary health and welfare checks and supervise the usual
enemas. He also now caused the young slave a lot of pain as
well as shame by applying the stinging depilatory solution
to appropriate areas on the 14 year-old's perfect body.

The doctor would invariably temporarily remove Sergei's
transparent perspex genital chastity cage for the purpose of
applying the stinging solution to the boy's smooth sexual
organs. The young slave's frustrated cock inevitably
celebrated the brief freedom from tight restriction in
spiked plastic by immediately rising to full erection, aided
by his generally recently unsatisfied raging teenage
hormones, which were further stimulated by the aphrodisiacs
that continued to be furtively included in his diet.

Such penile hardness, however, never lasted for long, even
when the doctor next began gently rubbing Sergei's genitals,
using hands protected by rubber gloves. Normally such
attention would be humiliating but nevertheless stimulating
but not when the action signalled the smearing onto the
boy's sexual organs of the stinging depilatory solution.

Despite attempting to brace himself as best he could for the
resultant genital anguish, Sergei invariably uttered a low
pained groan as the shiny viscous fluid, which resembled
baby lotion in appearance but not effect, was applied and
his sexual organs felt like they were on fire. The boy's
cock would also immediately shrink to agonised flaccidity,
thereby enabling the doctor subsequently to refit the
chastity cage with speedy efficiency.

Afterwards, Sergei could usually not resist looking down at
his freshly smeared and re-caged genitals. The boy would be
rewarded by the sight of his sexual organs encased in tight-
fitting plastic and now shining back at him. The fluid
rubbed onto them would be reflecting the light of his cell's
two main constantly switched-on sources of illumination,
namely the fluorescent tube on the ceiling above and the
television screen on a high corner shelf by the door. 
 
From experience, because he had not been informed of the
fact, Sergei appreciated that he would not be given any
solid sustenance after the doctor finally departed if he was
required for sexual service, whilst water from the tap in
his cell would be his only drink. The efficiency of the
enemas to which the boy had just been embarrassingly
subjected was not to be marred by other consumption until
his duties had been fulfilled.

Sergei could therefore now always tell whether his Master
was resident or expected in the dacha. Food would quickly
arrive after the doctor's daily visit if the multi-
millionaire was not present or coming. Otherwise, the boy
would have to wait to be fed and the delay was invariably
prolonged until the man had satisfied his perverted sadistic
lusts for the day. 

The Master was often inconsistent and erratic in his sexual
activity. The man frequently changed his mind about which
slaveboys to use, in singles or multiples, and how in order
to sate his lusts, and he might also require several deviant
sessions before he was fully satisfied. 

Consequently, confirmation that the Master had finally sated
his perverted appetites for the day could arrive late and
only then would an unused boy be stood down from waiting to
be summoned. Whether any appetites, for food rather than
sex, possessed by the young slaves, used or not, would then
be met depended on two factors. 

One was the lateness of the hour, as the domestic staff
usually could not be bothered to feed the boys beyond the
early evening. The other related to the physical condition
of those young slaves upon whom the Master had vented his
generally cruel sexual desires, as they were often now too
pained to be worried about food.

Boys, even those not summoned for sexual service by the
Master, could therefore often pass the day without any
sustenance whatsoever, apart from the water provided by the
taps in their cells. However, the resultant feeling of
starvation would be psychological rather than real. The
doctor was accurately kept informed about what the young
slaves did consume because he controlled their diets
carefully in order to ensure their health and welfare,
albeit not out of kind concern for them. His consideration
was for his employer, who did not want sickly sex toys but
rather pristinely lively ones.

The first indication that the Master was not resident or
expected was the arrival, shortly after the departure of the
doctor, of cereal in milk contained in a light plastic dish,
accompanied by a spoon and a cup of the same material, with
the latter filled with orange juice. Sergei correctly
presumed that such fare, which would be pushed on a tray
through the narrow flap at the bottom of his cell door,
represented breakfast and meant that another morning had
come to the outside world.

After consuming the breakfast, and returning on top of the
tray a now empty plastic dish and cup and used spoon back
through the narrow flap, Sergei would then have little to do
other than contemplate his own thoughts whilst lying on his
bed. Viewing or reading pornography by either watching the
television or perusing the illustrated literature stored on
the little bookshelf next to him tended to be unattractive,
although not because the consistent theme was pederasty. The
boy was instead reluctant to do anything that might
stimulate his caged cock to want to grow and, despite still
considering himself to be basically heterosexual, he now
knew that the relevant scenes and words did indeed somehow
induce such a reaction. 

The deeply bored Sergei would wait like this for hours until
the daily summons came to frequent the dacha's large well-
equipped gymnasium. In addition to the boys' food and for
the same reasons, the doctor also monitored the young
slaves' exercise regime, as spending whole days lazily lying
on beds was not good for their bodies. 

On days when the young slaves were required by their Master,
the boys would, of course, have no need for physical
exertions other than those imposed on them by the multi-
millionaire. However, when the man was away, rigorous daily
exercise sessions in the dacha's gymnasium were prescribed
for all expect those needing rest to help them recover from
recently inflicted injuries, as Sergei was now requiring. 

The large well-equipped windowless gymnasium was actually
inside one of the metal doors in the sinister corridor
outside the boys' cells. There, the young slaves, naked
apart from their genital chastity cages, would exercise in a
group under the supervision of one of the domestic staff, a
big muscular brutal-looking man in his mid-50s who had once
been a Red Army physical education instructor.

The exercise routine was always the same. The boys would
initially have to sprint several circuits of the gymnasium,
with the one coming last literally earning a black mark.
Their instructor used a rubber stamp coated with indelible
ink to impress a little ebony circle onto the young
miscreant's right arm.

The boys subsequently practised some gymnastics. They
attempted to use a horizontal bar and then rings to pull
themselves up from the floor, which was covered in cushioned
matting, and also indulged in rope-climbing, walking along a
narrow beam, which required good balance, and vaulting over
a wooden horse. The associated energetic floor exercises,
conducted to the instructor's accompanying shouted orders,
included handstands and summersaults. 

Fortunately, most healthy Russian boys are accustomed to
performing such gymnastics at school and so the four young
slaves all proved at least competent at these exercises,
thereby earning few further black marks for errors. However,
when they first practised in their current states, they also
felt rather peculiar doing so wearing their leather slave
collars, wristlets and anklets, plus their genital chastity
cages, silver nipple and cock rings and little frenum
barbells of the same precious metal on the underside of
their penises. 

This impression of peculiarity was exacerbated when, due to
their energetic movements, particularly whilst inverting
themselves for a handstand or summersault, the boys' nipple-
rings also flipped around, sometimes uncomfortably so.
However, they eventually became accustomed to exercising
whilst so adorned with the regalia that their Master had
deemed appropriate for his young slaves.

After the gymnastics, further sprinting was required, this
time on the moving platforms of running machines, which was
followed by ones simulating cycling and rowing. In each new
session, the instructor would establish slightly higher
targets for the boys to accomplish on this equipment, in
terms of distance achieved in a fixed time. He also set
similarly increasing goals for the subsequent lifting of
weights. 

Further sprinting of circuits around the gymnasium was
immediately followed by four now sweaty and tired bodies,
all usually displaying at least one black mark on their
right arms, literally making a splash. An adjacent basement
chamber, directly accessed through a broad door-less arched
entrance, contained a swimming pool, about 15 yards long by
10 wide, which was full of very cold water, whose
temperature was deliberately kept low by special
refrigeration equipment. The Master did not want to spoil
his slaveboys by providing fun amenities.

All of the boys loved swimming but not in this freezing
water, into which they, however, did not dare to hesitate to
dive and which was perfumed to make unnecessary any
subsequent need for a shower to restore their bodies to
sweat-less sweet-smelling perfection after their rigorous
exercises. The performance of the chilling breaststroke over
several lengths of the pool concluded the session's formal
components and so the young slaves were naturally happy for
two reasons to finish their race as quickly as possible.

First, the boys could then haul themselves out of the cold
water. Second, the young slaves could begin to recover from
their inevitable exhaustion without having to face other
tiring physical challenges. 

Unfortunately, one of the boys tended to be less happy than
the others at the conclusion of the session. He was, of
course, the one displaying the most black marks on his right
arm.

The instructor liked to vary the suffering now to be endured
by the worst performer during the day's exercise session,
whose identity would be determined by another tie-breaking
length swum in the freezing pool if there had been a draw.
The cruel man also proved to be quite inventive in using the
gymnasium equipment for the purpose.

One example of such cruel ingenuity was demonstrated on the
sole occasion so far that the naturally very fit and
athletic Sergei had earned most black marks. The boy had
done so mainly because he had hurt an ankle during one of
the vigorous exercises. The injury was only slight and did
not linger too long in the wake of the session, especially
after the doctor had treated it with liniment and massage,
but it had hindered his capabilities at the time.

Whilst the other boys watched, the instructor removed
Sergei's genital chastity cage and padlocked his leather
wristlets to the gymnastics rings, adjusted so that the 14
year-old was uncomfortably suspended above the floor. The
man then fixed a little but strong metal clip, located at
the end of a length of sturdy cord, to his young victim's
cockring.

This cord was usually utilised to tie the thicker climbing
ropes out of the way to the walls when they were not in use.
However, on this occasion, the instructor found another use
and began to pull.

Sergei's naked body, on which his released penis had as
usual become erect to celebrate its temporary freedom, was
consequently drawn by his genitals in the direction in which
the cord was being pulled. In response, acute agony
immediately overwhelmed the groin of the boy, who began to
believe that either his sexual organs would be ripped off
him or the cockring would be. He did not think that the
latter option would be much better, as the circumference was
so narrow that surely his balls would in the process be
crushed or torn away too.

In the event, none of these threats actually materialised.
By the time that the sadistic instructor had pulled Sergei's
naked form by the boy's genitals to an angle of about 45°
to the floor, and tied the cord to the study horizontal bar
apparatus to keep the young slave there, the 14 year-old's
sexual organs were still in place, albeit excruciatingly so.

Before removing the black marks on the boys' arms with
special solvent, the instructor normally concluded the
exercise sessions by requiring the young slave who had
earned the most to offer his orifices either for sodomy or
fellatio. However, Sergei's anus and mouth had at the time
still been his Master's exclusive preserve and so the man
had required the second worst athlete on the day to fulfil
the function.

Whilst a tearful Sergei, who somehow avoided begging for
mercy because of the proscriptions against talking without
permission and exhibiting cowardice, breaking either of
which would only incur further punishment, remained
agonising stretched in the air by his genitals, Sasha was
therefore being sodomised. The instructor again found use
for a piece of gymnastics equipment for the purpose. The sex
act proceeded whilst the boy was resting facedown over the
vaulting horse.

After eventually returning to their cells very tired and
possibly also still very hurt after the daily exercise
session, a midday luncheon of cold sandwiches would be
delivered to the boys. However, a hot evening dinner was
later supplied, after a long afternoon boringly spent lying
on the bed, unless a salad had been deemed more appropriate
according to the careful dietary calculations of the doctor.
This final meal of the day would be provided on a plastic
tray, with multiple compartments to house the various
ingredients, and be eaten with cutlery and be washed down
with juice in a cup made of the same cheap material. 

Sergei did not believe that his multi-millionaire Master was
being parsimonious by providing only plastic utensils. The
boy instead thought that safety was a more likely reason,
including ensuring that the young slaves did not attempt any
self-harm, given the miserable nature of their existences. 
 
Sleep, frequently fitful and often induced not only by
tiredness but also by the utter monotony of such a life,
would subsequently eventually overwhelm the boys until the
whole daily cycle restarted. Given this routine, there
should be little surprise that the young slaves were often
unsure whether they were displeased or happy at being
excused the exercise sessions in order to assist their
recuperation from injuries.

Sergei was now in such a dilemma, not knowing whether
recuperating from injuries in such a boring manner was
better than being subjected to the daily gymnastics sessions
or even his Master's perversions, either of which at least
broke the monotony. The boy's associated melancholy about
his present circumstances was made worse by the fact that he
knew that many people in the outside world were celebrating
and enjoying Christmas.   
 
Chapter 4 - Niger

(Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, same time)

Robert, who had been comprehensively inoculated in New York
against African diseases, and his father spent several pre-
Christmas days in Niger's capital, Niamey. This city was in
the relatively fertile and agricultural southwest of the
country, which was watered by the river after which the
nation had been named and its tributaries.

Currently being winter in the Northern Hemisphere and close
to Christmas did not really affect the prevailing climate in
Niger. The country being situated on the southern fringes of
the Sahara Desert ensured that the weather was extremely
hot.

In Niamey, Robert's father had vociferously and publicly
criticised local politicians for being ineffective about a
certain social evil still extant in their country. The man's
views were later reported in the 'New York Times' and other
distinguished media throughout the world.
 
Robert and his father had then relocated, via a locally
hired four-seat private light aircraft, to the dusty
ramshackle town of Agadez in the eponymous desert-like
northern region, or 'départment', of Niger. In doing so,
they had flown over the vast country's central zone of
pasturage.
 
Robert and his father subsequently flew from Agadez's
rundown airstrip, heading for the far northeast of Niger and
the remote town of Madama, which was located on a plateau
fringing the southern Sahara. They proposed to use the place
as a base from which to locate nomadic Tuareg tribesmen and
check firsthand on the continued existence of a certain
social evil. Unfortunately, their light aircraft never
completed the journey.

The first time that the shocked pilot realised that he was
out of fuel was when the aircraft's single engine began to
splutter, whilst they flew over the Ténéré du Tafassasset
Desert. The relevant storage tank had been deliberately
under-filled and the associated gauge sabotaged to provide a
false reading. Some of Niger's politicians had not liked
criticism from such an important man as Robert's father,
which threatened their international aid, much of which
actually corruptly went into their own pockets.

"I'm going to have to make a crash landing," the pilot had
then announced, whilst desperately searching the arid rocky
terrain below for a suitable spot on which to do so. He had
already found that the radio was also no longer working and
so no distress call could be made.
 
Unfortunately, nowhere below appeared ideal for the crash
landing. Consequently, the pilot was eventually forced to
glide towards an area that he knew meant trouble, although
hopefully less than if he made an alternative choice.
As the aircraft descended, Robert's father climbed from the
front double-seat to his son's similar sitting position
behind and covered the boy with his own body, completing his
action just as the aircraft hit the ground.

Chapter 5 - Ténéré du Tafassasset 

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger,
Africa, 1 hour later)

When Robert finally regained consciousness, about an hour
after the crash, he instantly knew from the chill on his
father's face and hands that his parent was dead. Sight of
the man's still-open but lifeless eyes had then confirmed
the boy's deeply distressing diagnosis.

The greatly grieving and copiously tearful Robert had, apart
from receiving a knock on the head that had rendered him
temporarily unconscious, miraculously survived the crash
unharmed, thanks to the selfless protection of his father's
body. However, the boy realised that he was still in grave
danger when he next discovered that the pilot too was dead
and that the now roofless aircraft was a complete wreck in
the middle of a virtually uninhabited desert.

Despite this realisation, Robert was for a while in the
immediate aftermath of the crash incapable of doing anything
other than cry whilst hugging his dead father. However, the
boy's bright mind eventually recovered sufficiently from his
acute anguish to enable him to decide that he could not
remain where he was presently located.

The usual extremely cold desert night would soon descend and
Robert therefore reckoned that he had to seek better shelter
and preferably help before he froze to death. The immensely
sad boy actually would not have minded to exit life at that
moment, having now just lost his beloved father to become an
orphan. However, he knew that his late parents would not
want him to die so young in such circumstances and so he
motivated himself at least to attempt to save himself for
their sake. He was helped by the thought that they would
want him eventually to carry on with their charitable
causes, which he now pledged to do in their honour and
memory.
 
Collecting the aircraft's rather small, light and
inadequately equipped emergency supply case, Robert
therefore set off to walk across the surrounding rocky
desert plain, guessing the best direction to take and
reluctantly leaving the dead bodies of his father and the
pilot behind. The boy, copious tears falling onto the sandy
surface at his feet, had previously done his best to cover
the corpses with loosened panelling in order to try to
protect them from the various scavengers that undoubtedly
roamed this arid environment. However, the young American
was unsure how effective his efforts would prove to be when
challenged by voracious carrion-eaters.

At the time of the crash, Robert had been wearing only a
thin red t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, with black
briefs underneath, plus brown sandals without socks.
However, the boy wisely supplemented this attire by carrying
some items retrieved from his suitcase before he began to
traverse the surrounding desert. He thought that he would
need to wear the extra garments to protect him from the
overnight cold if he could find no quick assistance.

Robert's most immediate worry, however, was the fact that
the aircraft's emergency water container had split during
the crash, wastefully spilling the contents. Apart from that
contained in a little bottle in the small supply case the
boy was also carrying, he therefore had no supply of the
precious liquid to save him from rapidly dying of thirst.
 
Consequently, the need for Robert to find speedy help was
urgent.

Chapter 6 - Tuaregs

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger,
Africa, 2 days later, Christmas Day 1999)

Robert had needed his spare clothing, as he had just spent
his second freezing night, which happened to be Christmas
Eve, under the cloudless starry African sky, with only a
shallow rock crevice sheltering him from the chilling sandy
wind. However, the boy, as he fitfully attempted to sleep in
such circumstances, considered the howls and other sounds of
sinister animals to be the most disturbing elements of his
current distressful plight, especially as he appeared to be
the only human to share their habitat.

Nevertheless, as a rather bedraggled Robert awoke at dawn on
Christmas Day, not to the prospect of opening presents but
to resume his northerly walk through a desert, he did
appreciate that his main worry for the daytime was his now
complete lack of water. The staggering struggling boy, who
was plagued by flies and was accompanied by vultures
circling him overhead and the likes of hyenas tracking him
at a respectful distance, correctly doubted that he would
survive long without a taste of the precious liquid.

The best Christmas Day presents that Robert could now obtain
for himself were water and safety. Unfortunately, the boy
was only to secure one of these desires.

The relentless sun was later high in the cloudless sky when
the now very slow and comprehensively sweat-covered Robert
experienced his first mirage. After the hopeful boy
eventually staggered to the scene where he expected to
discover tents located near to a little green oasis, he
instead disappointingly found nothing but dry rock and sand.
 
Robert's confusion and distress then caused him to begin
unthinkingly to drop the items he was carrying. The
delusional boy also eventually encountered three more
mirages during the course of the long hot afternoon.
 
Robert had therefore decided to ignore the latest tents that
appeared before his tormented eyes, believing them to be a
mirage too, until a brown-skinned man, attired in a blue
indigo-dyed Arab-like robe with veiled head-dress, and
mounted on an ornate saddle on a camel, came riding out to
meet him. As the adult did so, the white boy was just
beginning to collapse to his knees.

After apparently asking some unanswered queries in an
indecipherable language, which Robert was later to discover
was called 'Temajeg', the mounted man, armed with a sheathed
sword in a scabbard, eventually gave up his questions in
favour of dragging Robert onto his camel. He then rode with
his young prize back to the local assembly of goatskin
tents. 

Some subsequent shouts resulted in the appearance from
inside a tent of an older similarly dressed and armed man.
Robert was later to discover that this adult was the leader
of the inter-related ninety-strong Tuareg tribal group,
which was currently encamped close to a waterhole and some
oasis animal pasturage.

The older man, whose sole visible feature on his veiled face
was his eyes, was accompanied by a rather pretty black boy
of Robert's own age, who was attired only in a skimpy brown
one-piece camel-hide loincloth. However, the 13 year-old
also strangely displayed around his neck a broad silver-
coloured steel collar, with four affixed rings at the front,
back and sides, and similar smaller adornments on his wrists
and ankles. 

The boy's collar, wristlets and anklets were all clearly
engraved with the outline of a scorpion. He also exhibited
what looked like a portrayal of the same arachnid in dark
paint on the middle of his chest, although the precise
nature of the mark was difficult to discern because of his
black skin.
 
The dishevelled and parched Robert was dismounted from the
camel to be presented to the family elder, who began to
address the white boy in disjointed French, which was the
official language of Niger and which the young bilingual
American could understand. In reply, the 13 year-old tried
to explain his background and current distressing
circumstances to the man, who rather incongruously then
started to smile.

Meanwhile, the rest of the tribal family group, comprising
other veiled men and unveiled women, some with headscarves,
plus their offspring, gathered to surround their elder. They
wanted to see the dirty white boy in a grubby t-shirt and
soiled pairs of jeans and sandals, who had suddenly appeared
in the midst of their encampment. As this crowd gathered,
Robert noticed that other much less well-dressed adult women
with blacker skin, also sporting brass wristlets and
anklets, plus some similarly adorned young children
continued nearby to attend to menial chores.

After hearing Robert's tale without comment, the family
elder asked the boy, in his apparently very poor French,
whether he would like some water. The young American
naturally accepted the offer with intense enthusiasm.

The black boy in the loincloth and with the strange body
ornamentation was subsequently seemingly commanded in the
local tongue to run to collect a large pottery beaker full
of water, with which he quickly returned. However, he did
not then give the cup to Robert but instead handed it to the
family elder.

The family elder proffered the beaker to the desperate
Robert but only after initially addressing the white boy in
the man's own Temajeg language and finally strangely
concluding his brief discourse with a question in French.
The latter enquired "Do you agree?"

Robert was, of course, confused by the latest exchange of
words but was too desperate for the water to query the
situation. The boy therefore simply replied "Oui" to
whatever the man was asking, which he believed could not be
of great significance. His young throat was soon rewarded
for his positive answer with the delightful pleasure of
receiving the much-needed refreshing contents of the cup.

Meanwhile, the black boy collected a chair for the family
elder to sit on. The tribesman did so just as Robert
finished his drink.

"So, American," the now sitting family elder subsequently
advised Robert, in accented but suddenly surprisingly
articulate French, which indicated that he had once received
an excellent education somewhere, "by your own agreement and
later symbolic acceptance of my life-saving water, you have
pledged yourself to be my slave for life." "You may serve
alongside this young Hausa," the man went on to inform,
whilst referring to the black boy and simultaneously licking
his lips under his veil at the thought of also being
attended by the young white beauty, "as my intimate personal
servant."

"Remove your clothes," the tribal elder next proceeded to
command of the tricked and aghast Robert, "as you'll no
longer need such garments. In future, you'll only wear, if
anything, a loincloth like the young Hausa here, as well as
an identical but ebony slave neck collar and similar
wristlets and anklets, which will be without linking chains
only when you can be trusted not to attempt to run away."

"Also like the young Hausa and my other male slaves," the
tribal elder continued, "your genitals will additionally be
tightly ringed and your chest will be branded with my mark,
as permanent reminders of your servile status!"

The tribal elder finally concluded his shocking
announcement, whilst simultaneously indicating his awareness
of what day it was in the Christian calendar, by wishing the
appalled Robert "Joyeux Noël!"


(To be continued in part 2 - 'Esclaves')


  
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