East of Sudan

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East of Sudan

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The Sudan lies at the head of the Nile where the Blue Nile joins the main stream of the river. In the days of the Pharos, it was Nubia. Then it was the land of Islam, the garden of Ala where men are tempted. Yet out of all the names that Sudan has born there has been one constant, the slave trade. It is a land where the most prized slave was from the north. Women with light fair complexions, hair like spun gold. Their youth and beauty were highly prized.

This was the land of the Mardy, Pasha General Gordon, the fall of Kartoom. Yet that was the past, Sudan was now a British protectorate. The Mardy was no more; Pasha Gordon was a dead hero. Many things had changed but try as they may the British could not break the slave trade.





Pasha Sulaman of Balashi had advertised for a European Governess to teach his young children. He had received a letter from a Miss Gwendolyn Johnson enquiring about the position. He had responded that the position paid $1,000.00 a month due to the remote location of his palace. The palace sat in the dry arid land of eastern Sudan. The Palace was offered all the comforts that a European would expect. He now awaited her response.

Pasha Sulaman wondered two things was this Miss Johnson a weathered old crown, or an attractive young beauty. He of course hoped she was the latter.

 

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Gwen’s fair complexion and spung gold hair was in mark contrast to the natives at the station as she stepped from the train. The coach attendant brought her trunk from the train. The natives watched as this young fair beauty stood on the platform. The heat of the day had her clothing sticking to her like a second skin leaving little to the imagination. Her perky young breasts strained against the bodice of her dress, Gwen’s nipples pressed to the fabric.

“Miss Johnson.” A man called out in broken English. “The Master has sent a car for you.” Amid was small man standing at only 5’ 8”, his eyes hungerly took in every sensual curve of the naïve white beauty. He had a broken tooth smile as he ushered the gorgeous young beauty to the waiting car. He spoke to the station master, who nodded his head. “They will send your trunk and bags to Pasha Sulaman’s palace.”

The drive from Balashi across the desert left little doubt of why it was called the Garden of Ala, where men were tested, and for that matter Gwen as well. After an hours suffocating drive they arrived at Pasha Sulaman’s home and palace. Amid ushered the ravishing young blonde into see her employer the Pasha. “Welcome Miss Johnson you must be tired after your long journey. I am sure you must long for a cool bath. We can speak of your duties and you can meet the children later.”

The Pasha was a man that it was hard to guess his age he could be in his forties, or his sixties. Pasha Sulaman clapped his hands and a young Nubian servant girl came at his summons. Fatima show Miss Johnson to her room and prepare a cool bath for her. “Yes Master.” The dark skinned beauty bowed. “Miss Johnson follow me.”

Gwen was shown to her quarters. They were a series of four large rooms, a setting room, a bedroom dominated by a large oriental bed, a small library, and a large bath chamber, the focal point being a sunken tub that was in reality a small pool. “I shall fill your bath Miss Johnson. The sound of flowing water seductively called to Gwen.

Fatima waited until Gwen was lazily relaxing in the bath, her soft blue eyes fluttering half closed when Fatima joined her in the bath. The Nubian beauty ran her soapy hands over Gwen’s soft creamy skin her dark hands in sharp contrast to the gorgeous young governess’s pale beauty. “Relax Miss Johnson………enjoy your bath.”

Gwen Johnson was in for a very sensual and seductive bath as the Nubian beauty caressed Gwen’s breast and gaged how responsive the young white girl’s body was. Fatima had laid out native garb for the young, naïve, European governess. The skirt and bodice were translucent, the silhouette of her stunning young body would be clearly visible.

 

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Fatima was pleased with how the ravishing young blonde European beauty’s body responded, when the dusky Nubian servant hands and fingers “accidentally” brushed Gwen Johnson’s chaste young pussy and the gorgeous young blonde’s breasts and nipples. Fatima smiled as the young white beauty’s nipples stiffened and swelled at her wicked touch.

Her seduction of Gwen continued as the devious servant toweled the young innocent dry, and of course Fatima made sure to pay particular attention to Gwen’s breasts, nipples, and chaste young pussy. Fatima smiled, was that a sensual little moan, that escaped, and bubbled from the young European’s sweet, moist, ripe, lips? There was no mistaking Gwen’s surprised gasp, or her maidenly scarlet blush, at the sight of the clothes laid out for her. When Gwen saw the translucent nature of the native garb she turned to Fatima saying, "You forgot to include my bra and panties Fatima "

Fatima casually replied, "No need, too hot here Miss Johnson. You will be covered enough in right areas" This was said to ease the young blonde's mind, but far from the truth in reality.

Fatima led young Gwen back to Pasha Sulaman who was quite pleased with the way Gwen was dressed. Her stunning young body was displayed to perfection. Gwen’s long sculptured legs delightfully displayed as were her high firm young breasts, and her pale pink rosebud nipples strained against the translucent fabric. The pasha smiled as he commented, “A wise choice Miss Johnson as European clothing is inappropriate for the climate of the Sudan. Shall we meet your students now.”

Ahmid was standing just behind his master when Fatima had ushered Gwen back in, to stand before the Pasha. The young blonde was gorgeous, blessed by Ala, a man would pay a king’s ransom to possess her. When The Pasha and Gwen left to meet his children, Fatima came to Ahmid. “Ahmid contact the brotherhood. This young blonde beauty is worth her weight in gold.”

“Yes Fatima she is it will take close to a month before the brotherhood can get enough men to raid the palace and carry the white girl away to a life her delicate young body is more suited to, then teaching children.” The pair looked at each other and smiled as they set their plans into action.

 

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Pasha Sulaman Introduced Gwen to his children. They of course were quite polite to their new European governess. The young blonde began by introducing herself and telling the children of many of the wonders of European civilization. As the young beauty spoke to her students the Pasha could hardly take his eyes off Gwen. The way the light hit her translucent native attire, had the result of making the clothing more transparent and displaying Gwen’s gorgeous young body to perfection. Her pale pink rosebud nipples were straining against the fabric and her firm young breast jiggled sensually as she moved. Gwen’s graceful and fluid movement possessed a natural sensual and seductive quality. Ala had certainly blessed the young blonde with a beauty that would tempt any man.

Ahmid came and let the Pasha know that dinner was served. “ Children it is time you went to your beds.” He then turned to Miss Johnson. “Do join me for the evening repass.”

Sulaman escorted Gwen to the dining room of the place. As we The room was very much in the oriental style of cushions on the floor and a low table for the food. “I trust you do not mind reclining as we eat as it is the custom of the desert and is cooler for the diners.” What Sulaman did not say was that it gave him a delightful view of Gwen’s girlish charms.

The meal was simple but sumcious. Ahmid had, unknow to his master, laced Gwen’s food with a little something extra that would make her more pliable, and innocently aroused. The Pasha’s food was also doctored. When the dishes were cleared and Gwen and the Pasha rested on their cushions the Pasha rolled over, his body pressed to Gwen’s and his lips claimed hers in a dark sensual kiss.