(Plateau de Tchigaï, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, 1 month later, 11^th September 2001)

Robert’s survival strategy had worked so far. The boy had not been further harmed since the day of his enslavement a month previously, nor had he been sexually molested.

Robert was also grateful that he had not yet been subjected to enforced conversion to Islam and resultant circumcision. The boy’s copious foreskin was therefore still in place, although he worried as to how long this happy situation would last.

Since Robert’s enslavement, the Tuareg family group had concentrated on relocating eastwards to the Plateau de Tchigaï in the remote and desolate far north-east of Niger. The locale was close to the unmarked and largely unguarded border with Chad and was somewhere that surely no-one would search for the missing young American, if indeed anyone now actually cared to bother rather than consider him undoubtedly dead.

The long journey across largely desert terrain under the relentless hot sun in the invariably cloudless sky had been very wearying for Robert. However, after early intense discomfort, the boy’s previously tender bare feet had thankfully eventually become hardened and accustomed to walking on stony ground, whilst his pale skin had fortunately tanned evenly without much soreness.

Robert’s body was also becoming more accustomed to the matt black steel rings, which now permanently encircled his neck, wrists, ankles and genitalia. As with the boy’s feet, a hardening of the skin in the relevant bodily areas had enabled him to lose his early tendency to suffer discomfort and soreness.

Robert had been assigned to join the young black Hausa slaveboy and other similar children in escorting the sheep during the journey. As the young American did so, with anklets now unchained to allow him to run after any straying animals, he recognised that the family group of about ninety Tuaregs owned approximately thirty darker-skinned slaves, comprising a roughly equal number of men, women and children.

The males concentrated on escorting the more troublesome herds of cattle and goats, whilst the females led camels laden with the Tuareg women and children and the tribal group’s precious earthly possessions. In fact, the slaves, who now included Robert, performed virtually all of the work throughout the journey.

As well as leading the animals and the Tuareg women and children on their mounts, the slaves also erected and dismantled tents for overnight encampment, cooked, cleaned and sewed. Unlike their masters, who rode their camels, they additionally walked all the way to the Plateau de Tchigaï, where the family elder ordered the establishment of an encampment that would act as home for a while, at least until the animals had consumed all of the sparse local pasturage.

The most embarrassing part of the journey for Robert had been when the family elder instructed him to help lead the sheep whilst naked. The tribesman, who apparently did not like tan-lines, told the boy that he wanted the sun to brown his body evenly all over.

Robert, not being stupid, realised that there was only really one reason why the family elder wanted his body to tan evenly. The tribesman clearly had future aspirations to pleasure himself with the boy’s exceedingly attractive form, whilst not being put off by parts being light brown and others white.

Robert’s sole consolation when walking whilst naked comprised the fact that the sheep he was helping to shepherd were kept well away by command of the family elder from the camels carrying the Tuareg females, who were therefore unable to view his bare form. However, the young American still found his nudity extremely embarrassing, as no such restrictions were placed on the tribal males or his fellow slaves of both genders, who all seemed to relish the sight of an unclothed and intensely abashed white boy in their midst.

Robert’s discomfort was occasionally compounded by the reappearance of his erection, which he could not hide. Like the other slave children, the boy needed his hands to carry sticks to help him guide the sheep.

Robert was therefore very pleased when all of his beautiful body eventually attained a light brown tan, which then remained constant to allow him to wear his loincloth permanently, apart from when he needed to toilet or performed the daily washing of himself and the garment every evening. The latter nightly ritual thankfully took place only in the presence of the other slave children, as they gathered for the purpose in relative private round a single bucket of cold soapy water.

With the exception of the similarly young Hausa, who spent most nights in the family elder’s tent, Robert also ate and slept under the same hide canvas as the other child menials, who were not related to any of the other slaves. They had all been separated from their parents and any siblings at a young age in order to break their family ties.

The children’s food tended to be scraps left by the Tuaregs and adult slaves. Their bedding comprised old blankets once used but now rejected by their masters.

None of the black slaves ever tried to run away. In the remote and desolate environment in which they currently existed, any attempt would surely either be thwarted and severely punished by pursuing Tuaregs, who were excellent trackers and hunters and rode fast camels, or prove fatal in the virtually waterless desert. There was also nowhere to run to, as they had been born into slavery and had known no life other than that shared with their masters.

Despite now having his limbs unconnected by chains, Robert was astute enough also to realise that now was not the correct time or place at which to attempt escape. He sensibly believed that, before he ever tried, he needed to see some sign of civilisation towards which he could flee. Meanwhile, despite difficulties in communication, he became particularly friendly with the similarly aged black slaveboy, who had kindly organised the manufacture of his skimpy loincloth but spoke no French.

The highly intelligent Robert instead began quickly to pick up some of the Tuareg ‘Temajeg’ tongue. The boy was helped in his efforts to acquire the ability to speak this language by two factors apart from his own cleverness.

Firstly, there was the practice gained from Robert’s attempts to communicate with his fellow 13 year-old slave. Secondly, there was the stimulus provided by the danger of the punishment the boy now knew he might face if he ever failed to obey an order from a Tuareg, of whom only the family elder seemed able to speak French.

Although Robert did not yet appreciate the fact, this family elder was currently planning to celebrate a certain fresh and very valuable acquisition in an appropriate manner with fellow tribal elders. The Tuareg knew roughly where most of these senior tribesmen would be located at this time of year and he proposed to despatch riders to issue the relevant invitations. However, prior to that happy event, he also recognised that he first had to break his new young American slave into compliantly performing particular duties. Such tasks had considerately not been expected of the boy during the recent journey to the Plateau de Tchigaï, whilst he became adjusted to his new demeaning role.

The family elder proposed to introduce Robert to his fresh degrading duties coincidentally on the same day as the Twin Towers collapsed near to the boy’s former luxurious home in New York. Naturally, news of this tragedy never reached the Tuaregs or their slaves for many months.

Robert’s new similarly aged Hausa friend was sent at dusk to collect the young American, shortly after both had washed their bodies and loincloths. The two 13 year-olds subsequently went into the family elder’s large goatskin tent.

Robert next not only noticed the family elder’s full bearded unveiled face for the first time but also was shocked to see the tribesman’s brown-skinned and hairy naked body. The adult, who now appeared to the young American to be in his mid 50s, was lying on his side facing the boy, on bedding that was clearly arranged to accommodate two people.

The purpose of the invite into the family elder’s tent, from which the young Hausa now diplomatically departed, then became immediately apparent to Robert when the hirsute tribesman commanded the boy to remove his loincloth and join him on the bedding. The young American hesitated to obey but not for long.

Robert recalled the pair of wooden stakes that had been relocated to the Plateau de Tchigaï along with the tribal grouping, and which were now nearby, firmly embedded in the ground and awaiting the attachment of any miscreant slaves. Such remembrance encouraged the boy into complying with the family elder’s disturbing and embarrassing order. However, as the young American obliged the now eagerly anticipative Tuareg, he himself encountered intense incongruous shameful excitement at the imminent prospect of being sexually molested by his master.

Robert’s pubescent hormones had encouraged him, despite his stressful plight, to continue to masturbate regularly in private, generally in the middle of the night. The prospect of imminent sex with another person, albeit a rather old and ugly one, also strangely now stimulated the boy, as his nervous fingers reached for his bare right thigh, on which rested the bow of the slim cord holding his minuscule loincloth in place.

This humiliating phenomenon caused Robert’s uncut cock to rise immediately to full erection after he reluctantly untied the bow and allowed gravity to tempt his loincloth to fall to the ground and reveal the full glory of his completely smooth genitalia. The abashed and now blushing boy realised the futility of trying to hide his embarrassment behind his hands when he next began reluctantly to follow the second aspect of the recent command from the family elder, namely walking towards the tribesman.

Robert’s hard horizontal cock therefore pointed the direction, as he slowly advanced towards the Tuareg, who was smirking, having seen the clear evidence of the boy’s own shameful sexual excitement. The family elder’s own large manly circumcised penis, protruding from the thick dark expanse of his genital hair, which virtually hid his large scrotum, had also grown to full erection at the sight of the approaching gorgeous nude boy.

As Robert came close to the family elder, the boy could also now actually observe for the first time the previously hidden manly tongue that licked the Tuareg’s lips, in obvious keen anticipation of the imminent pleasures to come. The young American’s erection visibly quivered at the sight.

Robert soon found himself besides the bedding on which the family elder was lying but he now again hesitated to complete the Tuareg’s recent command. However, the boy’s delay was only brief because the tribesman then pulled a short leather crop from under a bedcover.

The family elder did not have to warn Robert verbally about the consequences of prolonged delay. The sight of the crop made the penalty for further hesitation patently obvious to the bright boy.

Consequently, Robert now quickly assumed the required position, lying face-up next to the family elder on the waiting bedding. Immediately after the boy’s arrival next to him, the eager Tuareg wordlessly ran one arm under the young American’s head to stroke with one set of fingers the silky straight fair hair on the other side, whilst the other began to feel the child’s smooth chest before slowly venturing downwards.

Robert then saw the family elder’s ugly bearded face appear just above his own before, after fully appreciating the beautiful vision below, approaching to kiss the boy. The young American simultaneously felt the tribesman’s hands engulf his young aroused and completely hairless genitalia.

When the lips of the family elder eventually released Robert’s much sweeter and rosier variety, the boy could not help but utter a low groan of intense pleasure as the Tuareg’s hand continued to explore and fondle him most intimately. This reaction, along with the genital evidence of the young American’s sexual excitement, caused the tribesman to make an insulting comment in French.

"You’re obviously thoroughly enjoying being an American boy whore!" the family elder remarked, whilst his fingers again gently rubbed Robert’s statuesque cock. Rather masochistically, the insult brought the 13 year-old close to orgasm.

This phenomenon was detected by the family elder from Robert’s other simultaneous bodily reactions. The boy’s sensuous blue eyes had become glazed, his breathing had noticeably quickened and his bottom had actually risen slightly off the bedding, as if desperate to thrust the cock further towards the hand delivering so much enjoyment. The Tuareg therefore ceased his manipulation of the young American’s penis and instead resumed his manual exploration of other aspects of the 13 year-old’s impeccable naked form.

Robert had strongly disliked being called ‘an American boy whore’ but the proscription against talking without permission prevented him from protesting, as did the apparent clear proof. He could not help but continue to groan and even begin to writhe in pleasure in apparent confirmation of the family elder’s description of him, as the tribesman relentlessly proceeded with his intimate fondling.

The family elder brought Robert close to climax on several more occasions, without his fingers even venturing back to the boy’s throbbing cock, but the Tuareg always expertly recognised the signs and restrained his actions to prevent orgasm. Consequently, the frustrated boy was soon desperate to secure sexual relief.

Robert’s smooth slender uncut cock was now throbbing wildly and dribbling copious precum, whilst apparently begging to be allowed to cum. However, the family elder initially continued not to oblige until he eventually relented and ordered the boy to assume a position that entailed resting on his hands and knees, with his head looking backwards between his young lithe legs.

As soon as Robert had reluctantly but compliantly adopted this debasing position, and his glazed blue eyes peered at, and gained a good close view of, his rampant penis pointing back towards him, the boy felt a greased manly forefinger gently begin to penetrate his virgin sphincter. The digit subsequently started to ride with equal care in and out of his young anus, causing initial discomfort that gradually transformed into intense pleasure.

"I’m now going to make you cum, American boy whore," the family elder announced, "without anyone touching your cock!" As Robert’s anus was subsequently being carefully pleasured by the tribesman’s finger, the acutely aroused 13 year-old managed, despite the increasing ecstasy beginning to overwhelm his body, to notice his penis. The rigid organ was so engorged that the copious foreskin had withdrawn to reveal the reddened cockhead, where a long slither of precum was drooling from the urethral slit towards the bedding underneath.

Robert next felt the family elder’s free hand gently caressing his uplifted buttocks and this latest pleasurable development finally brought the boy to climax. The young American would later forever recall this orgasm and not just for the accompanying previously unparalleled ecstasy provided.

Robert would also subsequently forever remember the sight presented to his ecstatic glazed blue eyes, as his nearby cockhead exploded with several fulsome spurts of creamy white ejaculate, of previously unsurpassed quantity and most of which splashed onto his own face. However, the boy was temporarily uncaring about such facial despoliation, as he was enjoying unprecedented pleasure.

Robert was eventually brought down from his unparalleled ecstatic high when the family elder withdrew his finger from the 13 year-old’s rear orifice and then used his freed hand to slap the uplifted young bottom. "Now, American boy whore," the Tuareg simultaneously advised, "it’s your turn to pleasure me. You may begin by sucking my cock before entertaining it with your anus!"

Robert had originally naively hoped that sex with the family elder would not progress beyond the likes of mutual masturbation. The boy’s sudden realisation that both his oral and anal orifices were instead humiliatingly to give pleasure to the tribesman’s massive hairy cut cock, undoubtedly suffering pain and possible damage in the process, shocked and disgusted him. However, he also appreciated that he had no choice but to comply with the Tuareg’s appalling wishes, given the leather crop in the tribesman’s possession and the two wooden stakes outside.

Robert, with his own semen dribbling down his face, therefore soon found himself repositioned again as instructed in order to lie face-down between the family elder’s splayed legs, ready to accept the tribesman’s large precum-covered cockhead into his trembling young mouth. The fact that the boy had just climaxed, and so was experiencing a natural post-sex low and consequent distaste for further immediate similar action, did not help the young American face his distasteful task with any enthusiasm.

(Eastern Nejd Plateau, central Saudi Arabia, same time)

The little desert oasis, in one of the most remote parts of the eastern Nejd Plateau in central Saudi Arabia, had once been inhabited by peasants, whose livelihoods mainly stemmed from the growing of dates. However, they had been bought out by an enormously rich Sheikh, whose immense wealth derived from oil and the fact that he was a member of the local royal family.

The Sheikh had then built at outrageous cost, given the remote setting, a palatial residence at the lonely oasis, ostensibly to allow him to spend some time in quiet seclusion to read the Koran and pray to Allah. He overcame the problem of poor access by having a pad constructed for his helicopter.

The Sheikh, a fanatical and extreme but also sexually hypocritical Muslim, additionally overcame the potential problem of confidentiality for his proposed real activities at the oasis by employing a small well-vetted coterie of staff, which was completely loyal. Such trustworthiness stemmed from their high salaries, shared views, including their intense anti-Americanism, and predilections and the fact that crossing their very influential and powerful boss might prove fatal.

The Sheikh was currently inspecting the new freshly equipped basement facilities of his new desert residence. These comprised a number of specially furbished rooms.

There were several small windowless cells, each furnished with a bunk with composite headrest but no covers, plus toilet, sink and curtain-less shower. There were also some bedside shelves, on which pornographic books of a particular kind rested, and a television screen and closed-circuit camera, both high up on the narrow opposite wall, above the sturdy metal entrance door, which possessed a spyhole for people outside to look in but not vice-versa.

The basement also boasted a large entertainment room. Here, several very comfortable armchairs, with low box-tables in front, surrounded a small circular wooden platform, onto which a number of other closed-circuit television cameras and spotlights focussed.

Pictures from the cameras were fed to screens embedded into each of the box tables. The selection of personal television shots to view was made by means of control panels, featured in an armrest of each of the chairs, behind one of which was a large king-size bed.

The Sheikh had already inspected these amenities and was therefore looking around the last of the freshly equipped basement rooms. This facility was another large chamber, fitted out with a comprehensive array of punishment and torture devices.

There were many metal rings firmly embedded in the floor and walls. There was also a wide selection of chains and manacles, plus some stocks, including one that forced those attached to kneel in a bent-over posture on the stone floor to allow an adjustable screw mechanism to aim a large metal dildo at their uplifted vulnerable anuses. Electric pulleys also provided various ceiling bondage points.

There was a sturdy wooden table, with bondage rings around all of the edges, and a modern electric-powered rack, upon which the stretching of victims could be controlled and gauged by use of knobs and dials. There was also a large spiked wheel upon which people could additionally be affixed, as well as revolved, and a horse, whose apex comprised sharp metal and a vertical impaling dildo.

There was a large free-standing wooden cross on which crucifixions could be re-enacted. A rod protruding firmly from the vertical beam was designed to accommodate the victims’ rectums. Also embedded in the ground nearby was a tall and broad adjustable metal impaling spike.

There was a narrow rectangular pit over two metres deep and into which taps could pour specially chilled water, to the point of drowning any occupants if necessary. A longer and shallower cavity along part of one wall was overlooked by a series of showerheads, and there were also hoses that could similarly drench and freeze victims.

Hanging from hooks and pegs on another wall was a copious collection of canes, crops, straps and whips, as well as ball-stretchers with relevant weights and both solid and vibrating dildos. There were also small piercing rings and severe serrated clamps for nipples and other parts of the human anatomy.

Various electronic branding irons and very sharp pins, knives and scalpels had been placed ready for use on a wheeled metal table. Another similar trolley accommodated the sophisticated electric-shock machinery, including more metal clamps and stainless steel cock-rings and dildos.

As the Sheikh completed his inspection of his torture chamber, he grunted in approval. ‘Now,’ he then thought to himself, ‘all I want are some nice young American slaveboys to share this basement with me!’

(Plateau de Tchigaï, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, same time)

A tearful Robert was licking and sucking the tribal elder’s hairy manly cock for the second time on this evening. The boy had earlier been required to bring the Tuareg close to climax through the attentions of his tongue and mouth before then having to return to his previous kneeling position to allow the tribesman to deprive him of his anal virginity.

The tribal elder had subsequently firmly grasped Robert’s hips and introduced his big cock to the boy’s pink virginal sphincter. Pushing forward whilst he also pulled the young American back towards him then resulted in a loud scream from his new slave.

Robert’s vociferous shriek was caused by the fact that the sudden forced bypassing of his tight sphincter by the tribal elder’s throbbing cock and the ensuing rapid invasion of the whole of his rectum by the eager long and broad penis produced immense excruciation. The boy believed that the induced suffering was even worse than when he had been branded on the chest with the Tuareg’s mark.

Robert’s torment was barely reduced when the family elder’s act of sodomy subsequently acquired a regular momentum of thrust and withdrawal. The keen harshness of such unaccustomed activity by such a large intruder meant that his acute agony was instead maintained at a high intensity, and his appalling situation was not assisted by his deep sense of helplessness and humiliation. The latter feeling was also increased by the Tuareg’s frequent and increasingly ecstatic accompanying description of him as an "American boy whore!"

Robert’s only consolation was that the family elder’s passion was so great that the Tuareg quickly succumbed to delectable orgasm, during which he impregnated the boy with plentiful manly sperm. The young American’s sense of shame was then exacerbated by feeling spurt after spurt of semen pouring deep into his insides.

Robert’s attitude was not assisted when the family elder subsequently swiftly withdrew his cock from the boy’s ravished and now very sore rectum, causing a loud pop to resound round his tent, as well as the young American more anguish. Nor was his disposition helped by the subsequent command not only to clean the soiled penis orally but also to use the method to bring the Tuareg to further orgasm.

Robert soon found himself again lying face-down on the bedding, with his head looking at the family elder’s hairy, sweaty and smelly groin. The boy then gagged when he accepted the Tuareg’s cock back into his mouth. However, the young American’s efficiency at fellatio was soon improved after the tribesman ran his leather crop gently but threateningly across the lovely tanned curves of his new slave’s bottom.

As Robert licked and sucked for a long time, whilst trying to bring the family elder to refreshed erection and another orgasm, he hoped that he would be able to swallow all of the resultant spermatic product. The boy feared what the Tuareg might do with his crop if the young American proved negligent during the literal distasteful climax of his demeaning activity.

As Robert licked and sucked, he felt the happy family elder, whose eyes were contentedly closed, as he enjoyed the oral attention to his cock, stroke his silky fair hair. The boy also heard the tribesman humiliatingly describe him in French as an excellent ‘allaitant’, which thereafter became the young American’s shameful Tuareg nickname.

‘Allaitant’ means ‘suckling’.

(To be continued in the penultimate part 4 – ‘Prostitué’)