Katmandu, Nepal
"It's not so unusual for a thirteen-year-old girl to associate sex with blood and beatings when she's been trained to make the association since the age of nine," the adult son of a British Army officer informed me. "And if she comes in contact with a sadistic man after that, it shouldn't be a surprise if he's able to make a freaky little masochist out of her. I should know because that's exactly what I did with a young teenage girl once in Nepal. Sure, I'll admit to getting my kicks by hurting girls while I fuck them. But if the girl happens to be a masochist who needs to have a little blood flow before she can have an orgasm, whose business is it but hers?"
This extremist opinion was offered to me by a British subject who had been born during his parents' residence in the East and had spent much time in the exotic land of Nepal. The sexual slavery into which he was able to force a young Nepalese girl was possible only because of her highly unique background. Before considering his first person account of the details it will be instructive to learn more about the strange religious customs of a bizarre Nepalese sect.
In an article which appeared in the Buenos Aires newspaper Siete Dias, and was reprinted in the American edition of Atlas magazine during the fall of 1969, the nine-year-old girl, given the name and title of "Kumari," is described as follows:
"Kumari lives in a cloistered existence 355 days a year on the second floor of her temple. Then for ten days in October, she emerges into the streets of Katmandu in a golden carriage to chase demons and evil spirits out of the city… " We learn further that "she is the main inhabitant of the fabulous palace in Katmandu… " and that "The kingdom's subjects revere her as the only living goddess on earth."
The article continues: "… as soon as she spills her own blood (whether by accident or when she menstruates for the first time) she instantly ceases to be a goddess. When a goddess is expelled from the palace she is given fifty dollars, an adequate amount in a country where most people live and eat for about a dollar a day. But an expelled goddess has to pay a stiff price for her previous life, most Nepalese will treat her as a leper. For example, no one would think of marrying a Kumari, even though she may make every effort to put aside her past. Even her family sometimes turns against her, and since, by tradition, a goddess receives no education to fit her for a job, she often becomes a prostitute… "
And it is a certainty, of course, that a different Kumari will be selected every three or four years, for even if the unfortunate young girl is careful enough not to sustain the slightest blood-causing scratch all during her tenure, the article points out, "… inevitably, the hour of holocaust arrives: she menstruates, and her days of sainthood are over. Another goddess must be elected by the priests from among Nepal's highest aristocracy."
The British Army officer's son, whom I shall refer to as George, not only vouched for the authenticity of the article, but revealed that he had sex relations with a young girl who had once been the Kumari. He furnished the following information: "I knew of the Nepalese custom, of course, because I've lived most of my life in the Far East and have traveled through Nepal quite often with my family. But it wasn't until I was a grown man of twenty-eight that I actually chanced to meet a young girl who'd been a Kumari. She was thirteen at the time I met her and had been kicked out by the priests two years before. Her period had begun at the age of eleven and that had ended her days as a goddess.
"When I discovered who she was I was more than just a little interested in her because of my kink. Like I told you, I'm a somewhat of a sadist. I need to hurt a girl to get my rocks off. I had a definite hunch that this chick was the kind who really digs being beaten and slapped around before she got her cookies off. I knew if I was right I'd be getting myself a fine little piece of ass.
"I guess you could say I started early at getting to be like I am. When my mom spanked me, I always got an erection-even when I was as young as seven or eight. It got so I'd do something bad on purpose just to get the old lady to smack me. Then, one day when I was twelve, I got so sexed up from being spanked, that I suddenly got stiff and shot off on mom's lap. That did it! I really got hell then. I'll never forget the shame of it. But I never forgot the pleasure either. Hell, just think about it. Being hurt by mom's spanking resulted in me getting my very first come.
"After that I seemed to slowly drift into another phase. As a young kid I'd received pleasure from being hurt. As I got older I discovered I got kicks out of doing the hurting. I remember going out with a certain girl when I was about fifteen. She was very pretty, but when I asked her for a kiss she refused. So I grabbed her and forced her to let me do it. I remember the thrill of feeling her struggle in my arms as I pushed my mouth down on her lips and mixed my spit with hers. It was much more exciting than if I had had her permission or cooperation. And if the truth were known, I think she enjoyed it about as much as I did. You know, there are chicks like that… they have to be manhandled for them to really enjoy any kind of sex even if it's just kissing.
"Later I came upon a girl once out in the woods I didn't even know. She was by herself and her figure really turned me on so I run up and yelled, 'Hey,-honey how long has it been since you've had a nice prick up your dress? Or have you ever had one? Ha ha, I bet you're a fucking cherry. How old are you anyway?"
"She was scared at first and very insulted. She tried to run away but I caught her and held her. She saw right away that she couldn't get away from me so she said, 'Please, please… let me go! I'm fourteen if it's any of your business but you'd better let me alone! I've never done anything like the nasty thing you just asked me about, either.'
"I just kept holding her. I pinned her arms behind her back and gradually pressed her front against mine. I was sixteen at the time and big for my age so I could easily hold her. I yanked her arm up a few inches until she yelled,*Stop, stop! You're hurting me. Oh!' Her hollering made, her even more appealing to me, I remember.
"I said, 'I don't believe you, you little slut. You might be telling me the truth about how old you are, but I'll bet you're lying about being a cherry. Come on, sweety, you've let a boy fuck you before, now haven't you? You know what it's like having a big peter inside your panties, don't you? Admit it!' And I let her arms go, but grabbed a handful of ass and a handful of tit at the same time and squeezed until tears came to her eyes. I kissed her all over her wet face and felt myself getting hotter and hotter between my legs.
"Then I quit squeezing her tit and ass and said, 'Listen, you little prick teaser, I'm going to punish you for lying to me. You claim you've never fucked, but I think you've given it away to plenty of guys. I'm going to spank your ass until you wish to god I would fuck your pussy for you. Now turn over!"
"I sat down on a big rock and turned her over my knee like my mom used to do me. She was struggling and kicking and yelling. 'You better turn me loose! You better keep your hands out from under my dress! Stop! But I only got hotter, I pulled her big full skirt over her head and buried her face in the underside of it, stuffing some of it in her mouth so she wouldn't be so loud, I looked down at her firm little behind as she twisted and twitched, trying to get away. I smacked her on the cheeks of her ass with my wide open hand; the noise my hand made against her flesh was music to my ears.
"I could feel her fully packed titties pushing into my leg and knew she could feel the hardness of my leg muscle resisting their softness. At first I spanked her ass without removing anything but her dress. Her panties were still tightly covering the twin globes of her buttocks. But after slamming her several times with them on, I ran my forefinger underneath the tight rubber waistband of the panties and lifted them off her skin so I could see what damage I was doing. The smooth skin of her naked ass was red as a beet and her panties were damp from the sweat she'd raised trying to escape from me.
"When she felt my hand touch her naked-skin she really started yelling. 'Oh, what are you doing to me? You… you're a terrible, dirty boy! Ouch! That's… that's my naked-you can't put your hand there!"
"I just laughed and ripped them on down to the beautiful crook of her slender knees. Then I held her with one hand and began smacking her good. In just a minute or two she had quit yelling and started grunting and moaning. I thought to myself, 'Now it's really hurting the little bitch.' But then I felt something wet on my knee. I put my other hand there to see what it was and found it was pussy juice. The little cunt was creaming all over my pants! It "suddenly dawned on me that it was a little like when I was a kid getting spanked by my mom-it hurt, but it also excited me. I don't know if she was naturally like that or whether I had just brought it about by continually beating her, but I do know she was getting so hot she was about to have an orgasm.
"I raised her head up and turned her neck so she had to look at me in the eyes. I shouted, 'You like this, don't you? Admit it you dirty little whore, you love the spanking I'm giving you so much you're about to get your cookies, aren't you? Ha ha!"
"She just turned her head away and wouldn't look at me. I jerked her flimsy panties all the way off her legs and made her turn around and face me. I told her to take her dress off. When she didn't do it, I grabbed it right underneath her chin and ripped it off her body with all my might. Man, I had a sight to see then. She was on her knees on the ground naked as a jaybird except for a white bra. She was embarrassed as all get out, but to tell you the truth I think she was also terribly sexually aroused and wanted my cock in her without admitting it.
"She had completely quit yelling and was just cowering at my feet as I looked down at her. Her ass was bright red and her titties were plenty big for a fourteen-year-old. They jiggled sexily inside the bra. She was still making little noises like sobs in her throat, but it wasn't from crying. I had her number by then and I knew she was secretly digging what I was doing to her.
"I looked down and said, 'Well, what are you waiting for? Get that damned piece of rag off your titties so I can see what you've got. You still expect me to believe you've never had a peter inside you with tits like that on you? I'll bet' you're dying to have mine right now, aren't you?"
"She didn't answer so I grabbed one of her fat tits and started pinching it hard. 'Say it, baby! Say it or I'm going to pinch a plug out of your titty!' At first she just bit her lip and wouldn't open her mouth but when I kept putting on the pressure she opened her mouth and said, 'Oh. please, please quit. You're hurting my… my-"
" ‘Your what?' I yelled down at her. 'I'm hurting your what?' I wanted to hear her say it.
"I pinched harder still and she moaned, 'Oh… it hurts awful… my-my breast. That's what you're hurting. My breast! Now will you please quit it?"
"But that wasn't good enough for me. 'Look, bitch, you aren't in Sunday school. What is it I'm pinching? What is it?"
"She knew what I wanted to hear her say. I knew fucking well she didn't call those pretty things 'breasts' when she was talking to another chick her own age. I was hurting her so bad she could hardly stand it. Finally, she creamed, 'Ouch! You're hurting my titty. It's my titty you're hurting! Please!"
"It almost made me get my nuts off to hear her say that. I let go and rolled her over on her back. "That isn't all that's going to hurt, either. I told you you'd be begging me to fuck you before I was through. How about this little jewel, huh?' I had all her clothes off by that time, even her damned shoes. She lay strip-naked on the ground and I knelt above her. I grabbed hold of her wooly-booger and pinched it just like I'd done her titty, 'How about this fine little piece of meat?"
"She squirmed on her naked back and dug her heels into the ground. But she wouldn't answer me. She wanted me to hurt her, to pull it out of her without her cooperation. I gripped her pussy lip tighter in my fingers and repeated, 'How about this? I was tired of playing with her and wanted some action. 'What's hurting you now, huh?' I twisted her cunt lips and saw her grimace. She knew she was going to have to talk. She yelled and moaned and I thought I heard her wail something about her 'vulva."
" ‘Your what, god damn it? Your what?' I screamed at her.
" ‘Oh it hurts bad. Stop, stop. I'll say it! You're hurting my pussy, you big prick,' she moaned.
"I wasn't about to stop there. I kept right on after her. 'And what do you want me to do to your pussy, you little slut?' I yelled.
"Her face got even redder and she pleaded with me, 'Oh god no, don't make me say that. It's not true. I don't want you to-"
"I wrenched her entire crotch to one side with a violent twist of my fingers on her cunt lips. I knew she couldn't stand it. She was ready to give up and tell me what I wanted to hear. Besides, I think she really wanted to be fucked anyway, down deep.
" ‘Oh my god you're hurting me… oh oh… I want-I want you to fuck my pussy, that's what I want! Fuck it, please fuck me in the pussy!"
"I immediately got down on her and jammed my hard cock in. Just as I thought, she was no virgin. I pumped it to the little lying bitch and she threw her arms around me like she'd never let go.
" 'Oh my god, you're really doing it. You're really fucking me! Oh don't stop!' she finally screamed.
"I speeded up the action and ripped into her like a pile driver with my cock while I grabbed a big handful of ass. In less than two minutes I shot my wad and felt her spasm against my crotch as she felt my come blasting into her hot cunt. Then I jumped up without another word, threw her panties and brassiere on top of her, and ran away-fast. Even though she liked it a lot, I was afraid she might be pissed off at me and try to get me in trouble after she cooled off.
"After that little escapade I knew there were some chicks who liked to be hurt as much as I liked hurting them. During the next several years I got my rocks off plenty of times by beating on a girl. Then when I was passing through Nepal at the age of twenty-eight, I accidentally ran into this girl named Kumari. She was begging for coins on a street corner in a poor section of Katmandu. I was traveling west from Darjeeling to Srinagar in India, and my route carried me through Katmandu. I tossed a coin to the solemn-looking young girl and went on past her without giving her a second thought. She was very cute, but she was pretty young for a guy my age and I was also very tired from traveling. A man stopped me who saw me give her the coin and warned me against going near her. He said she was a former Kumari. I knew their customs and the name gave me a charge when I heard it. That meant she'd been a 'goddess,' but was now like an untouchable because she'd been thrown out. None of the Nepalese natives would have anything to do with her.
"I went back and in ten minutes time I had her alone with me in my hotel room. I made her pull her scarf over her face so she wouldn't be recognized. Her size and age didn't make any difference because in Nepal plenty of guys a lot older than me go for prostitutes her age and younger. Once I got her in the room I gave her a few more coins to make her feel a little more relaxed and then I got right to the point.
" 'If you were the Kumari once, then that means you lived in the palace with nobody around but those priests until you were old enough to bleed, right?"
"She nodded her head. Then before I could go on she surprised me by saying, 'Please wait, sir. You are an Englishman and don't understand the ways of my country. If you were a citizen of Nepal you would not come near me because of my tainted status as a former Kumari. I can tell from your eyes that-am I mistaken?-you desire me. Before you see my nakedness and do what you will with me I would have you know about my life as the Kumari. My body is young, I know. But my eyes have seen many things in the temple, things that have caused me to have strange cravings for a girl of thirteen. Will you listen to me?"
"I was bowled over by how well the kid spoke English, but I was more than willing to listen. It was just what I would have asked her to do. And her intimation that she would let me in her clothes after she finished excited me to no end. I was seized with a desire to let her know she wasn't leaving the room without getting fucked.
" 'Listen, baby, I want to hear your story all right because I have a hunch it's going to make me hot to listen to you tell it. But I want you to know I'm going to fuck your little cunt before you leave here whether you like it or not,' I grabbed her shoulder hard and shook her to emphasize what I said.
" 'Hurt me as you will sir. You cannot hurt me more than the priests of the temple did. I have known much pain at their hands.' And she breathed a deep sigh that seemed a combination of resignation to her fate and the beginning of an early stage of sexual arousal.
" 'The people do not know what goes on inside the temple,' she told me. 'But I can tell you that I was more than a goddess to the priests. I was their lover. All of them. It is their pleasure to give young girls pain in order to achieve hardness of their lingums. They used to do terrible things to me even when I first was made Kumari at the age of nine. They first made me swear that I had never let a male touch my secrets and that I had never let one look at my nakedness. It wasn't enough that I had never let a man's lingum enter my body and rip my maidenhead.
" 'They put me on a silk bed and had young boys come and take my clothes off while they watched. As soon as I was entirely naked I heard them laugh, "Oh, she will do fine. Look, she doesn't even have any hair yet around her yoni. There were priests all around the bed and suddenly I got very scared. They tied my wrists to the bedposts and put heavy iron manacles on my ankles. I started crying but it did no good. Each one came up on the bed and made me put my mouth on his horrible old wrinkled lingum. When I tried to spit it out, they would only push it in deeper. I was gagging and squirming, I felt something touch me between the legs, the place that I had always been taught no one should touch. There were so many faces above me I became dizzy, but they insisted on doing their will to me.
"The important thing was to keep from making me bleed, even a scratch. But they could do anything-any thing-else. They held my head up and made me watch while the oldest priest of all took a thick black candle and slowly neared my nine-year old virgin yoni with it. When I felt the heat from it I started crying and sobbing, but they had me entirely in their power. The flame touched me and seared my tender flesh. At that instant the old priest was able to raise a stiff lingum. He drove it into my smarting yoni, but carefully avoided, going in far enough to break my maidenhead. The other priests made me rub their lingums until finally all drenched me with their hot seed. I-"
"I had been listening to the little bitch until I couldn't stand it any more without taking her ass and fucking it to death. Her talk about being tortured was making me crazy with desire. I angrily interrupted her because of a sudden fear that she might be trying to weasel out of getting fucked by sidetracking me with her talk.
" ‘Stop, stop, you bitch!' I yelled. 'I've got your number now. You had sex a thousand ways with those old creeps but when you got old enough to bleed they tossed you out. And now you're just dying to have the blood drawn while you get it socked to you!"
"Her expression registered shocked recognition and hot sexual arousal. She knew I was right and she was afraid of me-just as I wanted her to be.
" 'Don't worry, Kumari. You're going to bleed plenty. You'll wish you were dead before I'm through!"
"She threw herself down on the floor and begged me not to fuck her, but I knew the young bitch couldn't wait to have her blood flow and have my prick up her. I put my foot on her neck and ripped every stitch of her clothes away from her shaking body. I turned her over on her back and saw just what I expected-that little cunt was so wet between the legs her pussy juice was streaming down her thighs.
" Now tell me you don't want it, you young bitch. Your god damned little snatch is creaming just from the thought of it!"
"I threw my own clothes off, then slapped her young tender face with my open hand. Her slim body lay on the floor between my legs and she pitifully attempted to cover her face and her naked titties with her arms. I jerked them off and stood directly over her head. My cock was practically in her face as I reached onto the table and got my straight razor. When she saw the instrument gleaming in my hand, she screamed a sick shriek of dread mingled with passion. She was completely at my mercy and knew it. I squatted with my ass and balls touching her hot little pussy and held her down with one hand while I made a quick, shallow stroke across her soft smooth tummy with the blade. She yelped in pain and saw the blood flow at the same time I did.
"She swooned and grabbed for my bursting cock, but I slapped her back and wouldn't let her have it. Her eyes were opened wide and crazy with desire. I slashed twice more, once across each taut nipple, then threw the razor aside and attacked her defenseless body with a vengeance. She was like a blood-thirsty leech. She wrapped her thin legs and arms around me and groaned from the intense pain and pleasure I was forcing upon her. Her red blood covered her firm titties and tummy and wetted my own front as I drove myself against her. Her crotch was frantic to receive me. At that moment I drove my cock home and pounded her young pussy until we both groaned and gasped in the whirlwind heat of a monstrous orgasm."
When my informant reached this point in his monologue, he became very agitated. It appeared that relating the experiences to me had made him undergo an almost physical reaction to the dark memories of his sadistic activities. I left him shortly afterward.
From his confessions, it is plain to see that sex slavery may have far-reaching effects not possible to predict. Who would guess that an instance of slavery would initiate a chain of events that would one day erupt in a, bloody orgy of sexual sadism between a thirteen-year-old girl and an adult foreigner? Yet such are the evils of the revolting practice of commerce that entraps human beings for sexual purposes.