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Barbary Slavedriver is Allan Aldiss’s fourth, and perhaps most popular, book in the Barbary saga about the erotic adventures of Rory Fitzgerald, a young British officer in the service of the Turkish Sultan in North Africa during the Napoleonic Wars. However it is now almost unobtainable and we are therefore now offering it to our clients for downloading.
In this well researched story, Rory is dragged away from the delights of his harem to explore the possibility of sending his Janissaries to keep order amongst some tribes in the interior whilst their Emir goes on a pilgrim- age to Mecca.
But the Emir has bought a former Mistress of Rory’s in London, who together her daughter and maid servant, had been captured by the Barbary pirates ... unknowingly he has sex with his former girl friend and her daugh- ter and then has to witness their mating. Later trying to get them for himself, Rory finds himself taking a boat load of white slaves to Egypt...
This is another of Allan Aldiss adventure stories featuring harems, black eunuchs, forced breeding, female galley slaves, the effects of female circumcision, Egyptian cotton plantations employing white women slaves and above all, white slave dealers and their breeding establishments.

THE STORY SO FAR

I t is 1809 and the Napoleonic Wars have been rag- ing for some fifteen years and will continue for
another six.
Rory Fitzgerald, late of His Britannic Majesty’s Foot Guards, is now Hussein Bey and Commander of the Turkish Janissaries in Marsa, the only port in North Africa still under direct Turkish rule. He is enjoying the delights of his harem and of his inshore galliot that is pulled by captured European female galley slaves.
Meanwhile, an old flame of Rory’s from London, the widowed Mrs Amanda Forsyth, had been captured off Gibraltar by Barbary Corsairs, financed by Hassan, the leading slave dealer in Tunis. She had been on her way to Sicily to join her betrothed, Colonel Forsyth of the 38th Foot, part of the British Army in Sicily.
Amanda was a strikingly attractive blond woman of thirty five, tall and buxom with a slender waist and dancing eyes.
Travelling with her was her pretty and vivacious daughter, Diana, scarcely more than a schoolgirl, whom Amanda was hoping to marry off soon. The family likeness between mother and daughter was strong, though Diana’s figure was not yet so well developed. However, Amanda had thought that with her huge soft eyes and her long, honey coloured hair, she would soon melt the heart of many a young British
subaltern in Sicily – and indeed of many a Sicilian aristocrat, too. But, she had been captured with her mother.
Also captured by the Corsairs was Amanda’s pretty, red-haired, Scottish maidservant, Jeannie.
Although British citizens were supposed to be exempt from being enslaved the Barbary Corsairs, the three women were such a valuable catch that such mere technicalities were swept aside. They were, therefore, all taken to Hassan’s school of love and slave breeding farm in Tunis.
The long established House of Hassan was proud of its tradition that all the white slave-girls it sold had been at least partially circumcised to increase their value – and, Amada, Diana and Jeannie were no exception.
The cruel Emir of Gondah had decided go on the Hajj in a year’s time and had sent his chief black eunuch to Tunis to buy European slavegirls for his harem whom he would also take with him to sell on the journey to keep in funds. To avoid being struck down by water- borne diseases during the crowded Hajj, he had also decided to take his own supply of milk – milk from these white slavegirls whom he would previously have had covered by his Black Guards.
Makumo bought all three British women for his Master

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Background
Mosquito Swamp Penitentiary, December 1992
Governor Dalton looked at his watch. Just after eleven ... it was late, but no one was waiting for him. Belen, his daughter, was in Conchacabana working as a tourist guide. His wife Leonor had left him some years before.
Outside Mosquito Swamp, no one was waiting for Governor Dalton...
The Governor stood up, combed his thick, lank, greasy hair, did up his flies and put on his cartridge belt.
Lidia, the brunette, the whore they’d just pulled in, would be ready by now...
She’d been in quarantine for twenty-four hours and had already received two visitors, two of his prison guards.
He pulled aside the iron manhole cover. Large jet-black eyes, wide open, looked up in terror and then closed, blinded by the sudden light...
Governor Dalton licked his lips. Lidia was chained by the neck to a ring in the floor. Her dress was ripped, her arms were tied back behind her shoulders and her wrists were tied to the collar round her neck.


Down in the cellar
Meanwhile, down in the cellar, time passed slowly for Belen among the rats. She had no feeling in her arms or shoulders and a piece of tyre over her nose was making it difficult for her to breathe.
Pure, simple torture...
Pure, simple terror...
She had lost a lot of water sweating and crying, and she was thirsty. She would have given anything for a chilly can of coke or a simple glass of water.
She was also hungry. She felt miserable. On two occasions she had to dirty her panties because she had no way of taking them down...
Would they leave her there to rot?
Would they let her die of thirst?
Two days had passed since she met the sinister couple. Almost two days stuck in a toilet in stinking excrement and urine.
Half unconscious from exhaustion and pain, she dimly heard the basement door open. Footsteps ... the bolt...
And a familiar voice.
“How are you doing, darling? Phew! You do smell a bit, if I may say so...”
Belen groaned, shouted, begged...
Lidia took her out of the toilet, pulling on the chain as if she was

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Somewhere in Germania, 95 AD
Bruna: "Oh my fellow wolf-girls, what is happening? I swear that I was told that by taking this forest trail we women could evade the oncoming Roman column while the men put up a fight. But the Romans were waiting for us! We were betrayed. Now they have taken all that I have, stripped me naked and put me in chains. There is no escape! They will take us all away! I am sorry dear friends. What have I done? I have led you and everyone else into Roman slavery. I know not exactly what that means. I fear what they will do to us?"
Tofa (girl in mid-right, manacled arms raised and spread): "Don’t let them see you’re afraid, Bruna, remember we’re of the Wolf Tribe, our brave brothers are dead, we’re the only ones left. It’ll be hard, but we’re strong, we’re tough, we’ll take anything they do to us. For now, just obey – hold your arms up, see how Ava’s been tied, they want to haul us up onto their horses!"

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African Torture


Introduction

The setting is an emergent, central African state. The country has suffered a series of internal conflicts and increasingly inept and corrupt governments since independence. Some ten years ago the military took over. Since then the regime has become increasingly corrupt and repressive. Power lies in the hands of an army junta that rules with the support of the armed forces.
The junta's secret police force is the notorious and hated ISB, the Internal Security Bureau. Immune from court or legal interference, the ISB uses a mix of informers, intimidation and physical torture to deal with anyone daring to object to the regime's excesses.
Two men, General Jonas Achebe and Internal Security Minister Oliver Tembo, control the ISB. The general has a lucrative private sideline in providing beautiful and untraceable, young women as sex slaves to a number of immensely wealthy men across Africa and the Middle East. Never one to ignore a good opportunity, he also supplies extreme video tapes of some of the more stimulating interrogation and torture sessions to a very select and influential groups of very rich customers.
The General, and his friends, are well protected and anyone setting out to expose their activities places themselves, and their friends, in extreme danger. Unfortunately for her, and those connected with her, Carol Wainwright, a Human Rights lawyer working for an international relief organisation, doesn't realise the true extent of the General's power and influence.


1 – The General

The heat and humidity of late afternoon was barely stirred by the lazily circling fans in the Interior Ministry’s small conference room. The slatted blinds only served to emphasise the brightness of the African sun. The General had made sure that his visitors wer0e facing the window. The woman was on her feet, squinting blindly into the glare when she finally lost her temper.
’Your so-called government is a fucking disgrace!’ Carol Wainwright took off her glasses and peered, red-faced with anger, at the plump, toad-like figure of General Jonas Achebe at the other end of the oval table. The twenty five year old blonde lawyer’s angry stare also raked across the neatly suited figure of Oliver Tembo, the Minister for Internal Security, who sat impassively as though carved from polished black wax next to the General.
‘Torture, murder, convenient disappearances, anyone who lifts a finger or dares to say anything will find themselves wired up to the mains in some fucking cellar having their genitals fried...’ She turned back to the General, ignoring the other two men, one to her left, and the other by the door, both standing silently with their arms loosely folded.
They were the General’s minders, both aggressively fit, dressed alike in dark trousers and white, open-necked shirts; both carried automatics in shoulder holsters. Carol Wainwright had been aware of their crude sexual interest from the time she came in, knowing that they were taking their cue from their boss’s attitude, studying every movement of her body and undressing her with their eyes with a kind of knowing insolence. Damn them, damn them all, she thought, but someone’s got to say it...
Before either the General or the Minister could react, Carol’s companion, a tired looking man in a crumpled lightweight jacket and even more crumpled white shirt lurched to his feet to interrupt her tirade.