Introduction
"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.