Bangalore, India
Only the remains of Tippoo Sahib's Palace still exist in Bangalore, India. Yet, at one time the magnificent structure dominated the entire city like a colossus. Today in that city another vestige from India's past is still very much in existence-the sexual exploitation of teenagers. In the distant past of India sex contacts of adults and teenagers were not only sanctioned, but were in fact a religious phenomenon widely practiced among many sects. In the present day and age the temple prostitutes of that bygone era have disappeared, but a strong desire for the flesh of teenagers is still quite evident. And the desire does not go unrequited.
Many details of the sex practices prevalent there were revealed to me by a young lady to whom I gained an introduction through the generosity of the Cairo informant mentioned in the preceding
Chapter. He had become convinced that my interest in the subject of teenage sex slavery was indeed purely academic in nature and that he need have no fear of having his own sexual escapades compromised by relating the details to me. Since he was able to give the same feeling of security to Carol and her husband, I was privy to the same candor from her. I learned that her husband, Tim, had received a large inheritance which enabled the two of them to travel almost at will around the world, and they had spent a long period of time in India. Because of their youth and money they both had an intimate knowledge of sex slavery that was based on their own experience. Although the young man was not present, his wife was quite willing to let me record the comments which follow.
"Tim and I are lucky, I guess, to be here at all. His parents are bugged by the fact that we started traveling around the world as soon as he got the inheritance, but there was nothing they could do about it because the money came from Tim's grandfather. Since I'm only twenty-one and he's just two years older, they wanted us both to finish college first," Carol began.
Then her eyes twinkled mischievously and she remarked, "I don't mind admitting to you that Tim and I came to Bangalore for sex and drugs. We had both turned on to grass and acid but we were interested in getting into the Eastern drugs like hash and cocaine. What better place to do it than where the stuff comes from? As for the sex thing, that's a longer story."
"See, Tim and I are well matched sexually. We were doing everything together even before we got married and we both really grooved on it." Carol laughed with obvious relish, apparently at some remembered sexual activity, then continued very animatedly.
"It wasn't that I was exactly a pushover when I first met Tim. I didn't let him get into my panties until the second or third date. But what seemed to surprise him was how I sucked him off that very first time he laid me. I knew guys really dig that kind of action all right. I should-I'd had enough big ones in my mouth before I ever met Tim. But he was crazier about it than any guy I'd ever run across. And as for myself, I've gone for eating a guy's cock almost ever since I can remember. Even when I was a pretty young chick I was that way. I remember in junior high school when some of my friends were rapping about kissing a boy and letting him feel them when they started dating more, I always got this picture in my mind of me going down on a boy. Once at a slumber party with some of the gang I got in my two cents by mentioning it out loud. Christ, you should have seen their faces! They acted like I was some kind of creep or something for wanting to put a boy's thing in my mouth. Their reaction made me feel a little embarrassed, so I never mentioned it to any chicks again. But as soon as I started dating a lot, I started doing it instead of talking about it.
"I groove on regular fucking, of course. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and enjoyed every minute of it. But I've always considered a nice hard cock inside my mouth as best of all. I got my first come by having a boy throw the meat to me the old-fashioned way but after I knew what it felt like, I discovered that I could get my cookies by the stimulation I got from sucking a guy off. Tim about went off his nut when he first saw me come while I was sucking him. He got his nuts off and I sucked his hot wad into my mouth and swallowed every drop of it. In college we ran around with a pretty wild bunch of kids-you know, lots of grass smoking and acid dropping, and maybe even a little shooting meth once in a while. None of us ever got the habit. We just got our kicks from it.
"We had some pretty wild sex scenes, too. Four and five of us together at once, and all kinds of shit like that. I even tried the lesbian bit once so Tim could watch and get extra hot from seeing me make it with the other chick. I can't say I got much from it, but it didn't hurt me any, and Tim got a charge from watching, so I figure what the hell. But afterwards Tim confessed that my great mouth jobs on him were what he grooved on more than anything. Since I'm such a fellatio freak myself, it wasn't long before we decided to get hitched. Tim had a psychology class where they mentioned fellatio and so he kidded me about my 'specialty' and called me his little 'fellatio freak' for laughs.
"But I'm getting off the track about the slave scene here in Bangalore. Sorry. The thing is that after Tim got the inheritance, we did a lot of traveling. Sometimes we'd meet groovy people and have a sex scene with them. In Rome there was this French couple we met who dug cock sucking almost as much as we did, and I discovered I wasn't a bit jealous about letting the chick go down on Tim. In fact, it was real exciting for me. Then I saw what a fine tool her boyfriend had and I couldn't resist wanting to taste it. Tim didn't mind, so I went down on my knees and proceeded to give him a good going over while his chick and Tim watched.
"We talked it over after we split and Tim and I agreed it had been a real trip to switch off like we'd done. We tried to find other cool people who dug doing it with us, but it always turned out that either the other chick didn't want to suck Tim off after just meeting him or else the guy would be jealous and not let her-even when he got a suck job from me, mind you, I always did my little part!
"Then Tim suggested we pay for it and it's been great ever since. The first time was in Capetown, South Africa, on the way to India. We picked up a guy right off the street and propositioned him. We told him I'd suck him off in the back seat of the car if he could come up with some chick who'd do the same for Tim, that we'd pay them both. The guy called his steady girl friend and when he told her about the loot being thrown in, she said 'Great!* It worked out so well that Tim and I realized we could always have it if we'd pay and we both dug the action enough to be more than willing.
"In India we had a couple of great suck scenes in Madras on the southeast coast. We also got some high quality hash and cocaine at very low prices, so we decided we'd spend quite a while in India. As you can see, we're still here! We found out that most of the people in India were so poor that they went much further than simple prostitution. It's outright slavery, man. I mean you can actually buy a person in this country. Oh, it's not legal, of course. But it's very easy to do because the few rich Indians there do it themselves a lot. And believe me, it's not just to have somebody cook your meals or do your housework. No sir, man, when you pay money for a human here in India, it's so you can use them as your sex slave. There's not really much stigma attached to being someone's sex slave, either. A person needs money to live on and the jobs are scarce as hell, some other person has money they're willing to pay for sex, and that's that. Judging from the kids we bought as slaves, I think that secretly they dig the sex with Tim and me every bit as much as we do and that they'd probably do it free now that we've initiated them to what we like.
"I call them 'kids,' but they're not so very much younger than we are. Laksme, the girl, is seventeen. And the boy-what a nice hunk of meat he has between his legs-is sixteen! His name is too hard for Tim and me to pronounce, so we call him 'Kong' because I told Tim after my first time with him that he had a cock as big as King Kong's. Tim can afford to joke about that because he has a big nine-incher himself.
"We bought Kong first. We weren't able to find Laksme for two or three days more. We were ushered into a building that looked something like an old movie theater, and the slaves were trotted out on a low ramp. Supposedly what was going on was nothing but the 'hiring' of people but it was tacitly understood by everyone concerned that the kids were for sale. For one thing, there wasn't a person there who was older than nineteen or so. And every kid was better-looking than average. Tim and I noticed the rich old Indians licking their chops over some cute young girl or boy with a nice bod. Hell, they even had kids there that were only seven or eight! Boys and girls both. Tim and I didn't understand that kind of shit. Having a scene with a little kid who wasn't even old enough to grow hair around his cock or raise titties on her chest didn't appeal to us at all.
"After we brought Kong to the place we'd rented, Tim suggested I have a go at it with him to see if I dug him as much as I thought I would. But first we wanted to show him what his 'job' would be, so I gave head to Tim while the kid watched. He was obviously pretty embarrassed about being present while his 'mistress' went down on his 'master' and sucked him off, but he couldn't disguise the hard-on he got from seeing us. He apparently got the idea that he was supposed to repeat what I did to Tim, but the kid could speak English pretty well, so Tim explained right off that he didn't dig the gay scene. We explained that we were shopping for a young Indian girl to be Tim's personal little cocksucker and that his job would be to raise a good hard cock for me to suck. Kong could hardly believe that we were going to pay him to let me suck him. He asked, since his English was not all that good, if we didn't mean we wanted him to suck me off. To show him we meant it, I said, 'Drop your pants, Kong. I want to see if you're as big down there as that lump in your pants makes it look like you are."
"He looked at Tim to make sure it was okay, and Tim told him to go ahead and do what I said and be quick about it* Tim wanted to see me have my pleasure after having just watched me get my rocks off by sucking him. Kong sat down on the bed and pulled his pants off slowly. By the time he was ready to get his undershorts off, I was sitting on the bed beside him. I still had all my clothes on-I hadn't bothered to disrobe to go down on Tim-and I had a good idea Kong would raise a good hard-on when he saw what I have under my clothes. My figure is 37-23-36-not bad, I don't think, for a chick like me who's only 5'4". I unbuttoned my blouse and let the kid get a good look at how my tits sort of flow out over the edges of my bra. That did it-I saw a quiver under his shorts and I couldn't wait. I slid my hand down his flat stomach and reached right in for it. I felt a big bush of coarse hair and in the next second I grabbed what I was after. I started rubbing it with my fingers and gazing at its thick shaft until Tim knew from the expression on my face that I was about to cream in my panties at the sight of it. He knew I was in no mood to do a lot of talking-he knew I couldn't wait to give head. So he said 'Take your shorts off all the way and spread your legs wide, kid. You won't be sorry. Carol wants to suck yours for you like you just saw her do for me."
"Right away Kong did as he was told and I sat down on the floor in front of him and socked his glans into my mouth. I barely had to run my tongue across it before he shot off. I guess he was too excited because of it being his first time with me. But I figured a sixteen-year-old guy should be able to get another hard-on pretty easy, so I waited a few minutes and then started the old lip action again. It was a lot better that time, and I got so hot before the kid came the second time that I had to dart my hand into my panties and give myself a hand job as an extra attraction, as I sometimes do. When I felt his white come exploding into my mouth, I swallowed it and jerked my ass around something awful as I felt the ache of a wonderful orgasm building up in my cunt. A few more seconds and I got my cookies good and proper. Shit! That kid's cock was every bit as big as Tim's and maybe longer.
"Kong just lay back on the bed and panted for a while and when he sat up again, we could see that he was very pleased with his new home. Since we didn't yet, according to our plan, have a girl for Tim, we asked Kong if he knew one. Tim explained that she'd not only have to be good-looking but also would have to really enjoy sucking a man's prick. He knew he could just force her to do what he wanted-after all, she'd be a true slave in every sense of the word. But he told the kid he preferred a young girl who would actually enjoy it.
"At first we were hopeful and excited. Kong said he knew just the girl-that she was due to be put up for sale the following weekend. But in questioning him about her in detail, we found that she was only thirteen years old! Tim said he couldn't go that route. For one thing, he wanted a chick with good-sized tits and he felt sure that no thirteen-year-old would be built good enough for him. But besides that, he said he thought of a girl that age as still being a little girl. What he wanted, he said, was an older girl who was more like a grown woman. Since that's the category I fit into, it pleased me that Tim wanted such a girl.-He told Kong that he had in mind a girl from sixteen to nineteen.
"For a couple days we had no luck. I was getting my kicks in fine fashion, with Tim and Kong both to suck. But poor Tim wasn't being treated to something new like I was, so I was real anxious to locate him a good cocksucker for variety. I knew he dug having me go down on him but I also knew he'd very much enjoy a new mouth on his fat cock.
"Then we found Laksme, just the kind of girl he had in mind. She was quite a looker, I must say. She was just seventeen, but something in her eyes made her look older than her age. She had dark brown ones, with a slight tendency towards slanting like quite a few native Indians do. But her eyes were the only thing that looked in any way older than her age. Her fresh, clear skin and her nice curves made her appearance very dewy and young. Most Indian chicks are far from stacked, but Laksme had a pair on her that looked every bit as good as my thirty-seven inchers, and in India, that's fantastic. She had a slender torso and legs that Tim was really digging on. She was sort of quiet and you couldn't tell what was going on in her mind. Tim and I soon found out it was sex she was thinking about all the time. She was a member of the Beriya prostitute caste in India, which means she had been sold into slavery by her mother rather than being taken from the parents by force like some other castes are. Her mother, she told us, had trained her almost from birth to be an expert at sucking a man's cock. This meant Tier mother was able to get more money from her when she was old enough to sell.
"Tim was anxious to get started with Laksme, so he told Kong to open his fly and let me suck his prick first. Tim wanted to let me get my jollies again but there was more to it than that. He was hoping that if Laksme was really the prick-sucking princess she claimed to be she'd be turned on by watching me work Kong over and would give him her best effort.
"My mouth watered as usual at the sight of Kong's huge tool and I got on my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth fast. The kid was still amazed that I didn't even want him to touch my pussy while I did it. He couldn't understand that I get all the thrill I need from just having the cock in my mouth and that I make myself come better that way than any other.
"Laksme gave us a big smile when she saw me giving head to Kong and said to Tim, 'Please, my new master, I can see that you're lingum is swelling as you watch. Would it not please you to allow me the honor of caring for your own lingum in the same manner?"
"Tim was immensely impressed that she expressed an active interest in going down on him instead of just doing it because she was a sex slave whether she wanted to or not. He started to get out his lingum, as Laksme called it, but she went right over to him and put her hand on his arm.
" 'Oh my master,' she exclaimed, 'you must let me attend to everything for you. You shall have my mouth very soon, but I beg you to allow me the pleasure of preparing you for it in a special way."
"Her little speech really flipped Tim out. He wasn't about to disagree with her, so he lay back and propped his head on a pillow,so he could watch and let her go. But that time I had already made Kong come in my mouth and had got my own cookies, so we both just sat back and watched in fascination. First she lay her cheek on his crotch until Tim was excited enough to suit her, then she took his zipper in her teeth and slowly pulled it down, all the time gazing from between his legs directly up into his eyes with a look of pure reverence. When his cock jumped out of his pants, she didn't gobble it like I usually do. She started rubbing her entire face all over it and sort of sniffing it with her nose before she even touched it with her hands. Gradually she allowed the corners of her mouth to come into slight contact with it, and finally, she was brushing the shaft of it with her lips.
"I could tell Tim was bursting with anticipation and enjoying her strange blow job like crazy. Next, she began to bare her teeth and bite his cock in little slow nips that took her all the way up and down the length of it. Every once in a while, she'd give the head of it just the barest touch and Tim would groan in ecstasy, but she wouldn't take it all the way in her mouth. She started tracing little imaginary designs on his inner thighs and when she kept it up to the point that he was almost coming, she prolonged his pleasure by backing off and blowing air across the head of it from six or eight inches away. It was obvious she didn't want him to get his nuts off before she had given him her full treatment.
"Finally she let her fingers creep on up his inner thighs until she was touching his shaft with her fingertips and started making light, fluttering movements like a butterfly. Then she suddenly dropped one hand to her garment, undid it all the way down the front, and stuck Tim's tool tight between those firm, creamy jugs of hers. She began a slow rocking that amounted to jacking him off. She looked down at the big red head of it and spit on it to make a slick passage between her tits, increasing the pressure and speed a bit with each movement. Just seeing those nice big tits of hers would have been enough to make the average man come in his pants, and here she was jacking Tim off with them!
"Eventually she began to let the tip of Tim's cock enter her mouth on every stroke and as he got hotter and hotter, she took more and more of it into her mouth. Then I saw her drop a hand down to her own crotch, slip her panties down to her knees so she could play with her snatch. She knelt on the floor frigging her pussy and rubbing Tim's cock between her knockers for a short time, all hunched over like a crazy girl. When I saw her rise up out of her crouched position and take it all into her mouth, I knew they must be nearing magic time. At the end she licked his cock all over like a popsicle, darting her mouth down to his balls and quickly raising it again to plunge his cock deep inside. In a few seconds Tim was making a loud groaning noise and both her hands were a blur, one on his cock and the other inside her pussy. She made a low, growling sound in her throat like an animal, and I saw Tim hunch hard and drive his hot prick deep into her mouth. He got his rocks with such a mighty force that his come overflowed and dribbled from her lips as she jerked her ass on the floor in the excitement of getting her relief.
"After that Tim lay back on the bed like he'd been sucked dry forever and was ready to sleep. But Laksme, after breathing very hard until she was back to normal after her orgasm, hopped up and disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back she had soap, and water, and washcloth with which she proceeded to thoroughly wash Tim's entire pubic area. Finally she took a small oval bottle from her handbag and dabbed him with it.
"Then she turned to me and said, 'This perfume will make the master smell of sandal-wood. It will also make his lingum very hard and pleasurable for you when next you desire him to enter you.' She bowed her head low before me and asked, 'Do you think I have pleased the master with my humble mouth?' She was very serious.
"I almost laughed out loud. I knew it was a hell of a lot more than just 'pleasing' to him and that he'd be every bit as appreciative of Laksme as I was of Kong. I assured Laksme she had done fine.
"Since that day Tim and I have really wigged out over our sex slaves. We've had great sucking scenes with them and plan to have a lot more. Laksme has shown me some tricks that even I didn't know about going down on a guy. For variety, Tim and I sometimes have her and Kong fuck and suck each other while we watch until we're red hot, then make them switch over and let us in on the action. Also, Laksme and I often get on the floor and suck each other's pussies to give Tim an extra thrill. I learned a long time ago I wasn't gay, but I must admit that she tongues me out so well, I'm giving the idea a second thought! Tim and I are going to keep Laksme and Kong as long as we're in India, that's for sure. Why not? The two of them cost us less than a single weekend gardner would cost in the states-and they're a lot more fun!"
Carol's account of sex exploitation in India may be regarded as a comment on moral degradation among the modern generation of American young people since both she and her husband are U. S. citizens. Yet it is important to note that they were able to indulge in their perversions only because of the social conditions of another country. Their experience with sex slavery in India is in no way unique, however. Stephen Barlay, in his book titled Sex Slavery, reveals, "There are five castes among the Indian prostitutes. (A.S. Mathur amp; B. L. Gupta, Prostitutes and Prostitution, 1965.) In two of these, among the Beriyas and Deredars, the profession is hereditary; children are trained and then exploited by the mothers. Those who are sold to gangs ruling vast regions belong to other castes."
This would explain the sexual depravity of the slave Laksme, for Carol learned from her that she was a member of the Beriya caste. As such, the girl was no doubt trained to perform perverted acts as is customary in that sect. And customs are strictly adhered to in many societies regardless of whether the net result is considered good or evil.