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She sat by the window watching the African sunset. She was dressed in a long Arab kaftan. She looked out over the rows of mud huts with their reed roofs, and could smell the burning wood of the evening campfires. In the distance stood the palatial , granite and marble house of Masood. Two slaveboys entered with trays bearing her evening meal. She turned from the window and watched as the boys laid out the food on the table. They were her favourites, Juba and Massa. They were both fourteen years of age, from one of the lighter skinned tribes. The light from the evening sun glistened on their tanned skin. Both of the boys were naked. As were all of the boys of her household. Her eyes glanced over the nude bodies and lingered on the manhood between their young legs. She loved to look at them there, at the plump young penises and at the heavy dangling scrotums. "Come here " she said. The boys stood by her chair, one on each side. She put her arms around their hips, then ran her hands down caressing their firm buttocks. She slipped her hands between the thighs of both boys from behind and cupped the two scrotums . She sighed as she fondled the two boyish sacs, her fingers feeling for the contents through the soft skin. Both boys meekly spread their legs wider for her, arching their backs slightly , trusting out their bottoms. Her fingers played with the contents of each sac. As she sat there in the dusk, running the soft skin of the boys testicle sacs gently through her fingers, she began to think of the events that brought her here many years ago.
Kate had arrived in the Sudan in the year of 1885. She had come with her husband , Percival, a diplomat. They had married only two months before. She had just completed her training as a nurse before she married. She was delighted to escape from England for a while and to have the opportunity to see other lands. To keep herself busy while her husband was away in other parts of the Sudan on Diplomatic business, she decided to put her training to work in the Army Hospital , which all of the other wifes thought was ` terribly patriotic. She was well connected and soon became part of the snobbish social circle of diplomatic wifes. But the decision to nurse in the Hospital was brought about by something else also. Percival seemed to have no interest in sex, or indeed in her.She had been thirty when they married, time was running out as far as a family was concerned. Despite her growing frustration and embitterment, she continued to play the role of the good diplomatic wife. This went on for five long years. She often wondered why Percival was away so often. She was soon to find out. Percival had been away for five weeks on ` diplomatic business` as he said, when the General called. By the time he left, her life as she knew it to date , was destroyed. She had spent the next week in bed , in a state of shock. And horror. Her husband was being sent back to England. He had been found in bed , with four naked young boys. He was to be charged with sodomy. Now she knew why he was away so often on ` diplomatic business`. " He was putting his organ into young boys anuses, instead of into me, the bastard, the dirty disgusting bastard. All of those years I was deprived of my rights as a wife , that is what he was doing. Fucking little boys." Her fury grew and grew. What would she do now.? He had destroyed everything. She could not return home , the shame would be to much for her . She would have to leave her position at the Hospital. Her friends did not want to know her. She was informed by the Army Hospital that her services were no longer required. She had little money , she would have to find employment. She took a job in a civilian medical institution, run by a charity. The pay was poor, just enough to feed and cloth her . She had no choice, everybody had abandoned her . She was paying for the sins of her husband. The next five years were miserable. She hated her work, she had little money. She lived in seedy mud walled house. Was this the way she was to exist for the rest of her days?. Then Masood turned up one night. She knew him, had met him a number of times at diplomatic events. He had always fasinated her . He was charming and friendly. She was surprised to see him, what could he want?. They had chatted for a hour that night, small talk mostly. Then he told her that he knew about her husbands ` misfortunes` as he termed them. She was horrified and ashamed. But he seemed to take it all very calmly. Then he spoke of her own poor situation. "This is a bad country to be poor in" he said " very bad". " I would like put to you a proposition" he continued, which would mean that all of your monetry problems would be solved. I will not tell you now the details, but if you are prepared to come to Mbele with me tomorrow, all will be revealed. If you are prepared to do this be prepared to travel when I call for you in the morning. I will bid you goodnight for now. To this day she could not believe she went with him that morming. Desperation, she supposed. But went with him she did. Travelled by camel for five days, arrived at Mbele exhausted. She had been amazed at his palatial residence. She had slept for a day and a night , exhausted. Next morning Massoud greeted her . After she had eaten ,he took her outside the village to a stockade , with a long low mudwalled building inside. He caried a large key which he used to open the only door. They stepped inside. Her mouth opened in shock. Cages , with iron bars, lined the walls. It was not the cages that shocked her , it was their contents. Men and boys. Naked men and boys. She gasped and went back outside. Masood followed her outside. " Yes my lady", he said calmly, " I am a slave dealer, they are slaves bound for Arabia. Do not be shocked ,it is the practice here for many years. She struggled to find words. " That is your business " she cried, what has it got to do with me, why have you brought me here?. He spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on her face. As I said ,my lady, they are slaves, bound for Arabia. But before I can take them there, something needs to be done to them first, that is why I require your services". "What are you talking about, what do you want me to do, what do you mean something has to be done to them, what has to be done to them?, " she cried. She would never forget his reply. " They need to be castrated first" he said , I want you to castrate them for me. She had almost fallen with the shock of it. She was unable to speak. " You see my lady, it is the practice here to geld them, the Arabs like them like that. But I have being losing a lot of them, many do not survive the knife. It is difficult to find a skilled user of the gelding knife. My last one was a real butcher, an old crone who usually cut stallions, but a failure when it came to my slaveboys. To be continued.
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