It's not easy to resist the devil's temptations. Take away all the rules, parachute yourself into a third world nation where there is no age of consent, no child protection and no-one who understands right from wrong, and see where your morals take you. How long would it take for you to cross 'the line'? I lasted for 2 months, after which I decided to set my own rules, and experienced pleasures only the wealthiest billionaires could pay for...
You want to do some good, you say to yourself. You genuinely want to help the less well off and after a brief middle age crisis, you find yourself in a UN uniform, giving out food, water and aid to deprived black families in Congo, savaged by civil war, and all of them looking to you for protection and help. Underprivilege though is another man's privilege, and this reliance on you and your good nature in time made you powerful, and power corrupts. it didnt take long to see those exploiting the situation. Stories of torture, rape and looting covered 3000 square miles, not just by Rwandan militias but by UN soldiers too. But the mothers in particular had no choice. They would walk for days to collect packages to ensure their kids were looked after back in the villages, and rape/sexual favours went with the territory.
And there was something unusual about most of these villages. There were few males. The husbands had either been murdered or joined the militias, whilst the sons, as young as 8, were mostly taken to be trained to be militias. It left dozens of poor villages, with nothing but mothers under 30 and their daughters.
I became a saviour to all 85 women and girls in a place called Paradis, 300 miles from the Ugandan border. For 7 weeks now I had been delivering packages, medicine, water, food and anything else which would help, every Tuesday, without fail. The kids would run out at my jeep, shouting in joy, while the mothers smiled on. There were only 5 elderly men living in the 13 huts or so, and they kept themselves to themselves. One was pretty sick. Maybe only 5 or 6 boys were spared too. This left the mothers and daughters to make the decisions, pool the village well, and make communal meals. Now and then a few other UN reps would show up to help, but it was mostly me. After a few weeks, I noticed Indian, Chinese and even white girls also in the village, and was later told that they were the children of foreign UN soldiers, who had raped Congo women and fled.
On my second Tuesday, I met one of these extraordinary mothers, Tabu, 26, a dark black tribes woman, who had a broad white smile, large breasts and slender figure. I remember the first thing I noticed about her was her humour and beautifully soft skin. Her breasts, if not feeding the very young, were firm, large nippled and almost glistened in the sun when it pierced throgh the trees. She had one child of her own, Kaya, 11, who was a chip off the block, a delight, but also had adopted 3 foreign girls - Saravath, an astonishingly beautiful Indian looking 14 year old, another I called Delphine because she looked French, a blond, pig-tailed 13 year old, and Mu Li, a 10 year old Chinese looking girl. Their mothers had been taken as sex salves years ago. The daughters all looked up to Tabu, did everything she told them, and they loved my visits. Tabu had done her best to protect their innocence, but in this region, adults and kids alike had learned to accept the hardships associate with civil war and poverty. They knew what trade-offs were - the alternative of not accepting them was far worse.
What I hadnt expected was that by week 7, these hardships had already penetrated my village. Walking through one morning I noticed a few UN soldiers were already here, and amongst the sounds of play and skipping from the girls, there were also giggles from the huts, and to my astonishment, at the entrance to one of them I saw a French soldier standing with his back arched and his cock being sucked by one of the mothers. She seemed almost happily resigned to it, working hard on him in appreciation, before casually instructing her 16 year old daughter to take it from her mouth, and pop it into her own. I knew them both and was tansfixed by the sight of a young white guy in uniform being blown by two black women from the same family. I couldnt believe these two happy, smiling souls I saw every week seemed so at ease and happy to be exploited. As he cupped both their heads, I could just make out that they were now sharing it until he seemed to spasm and shoot a white gush of semen into the hut over their heads.
I walked on in a little shock, but wasnt prepared for what I saw next. A boy of 12, Wilson, a good soccer player, was standing with his pants around his ankles, and a female Belgian UN soldier called Nicole sucking down on his small black erect cock. Her red hair being held by his one hand, the other balancing him against the hut. With her hands fixed to his narrow hips, she seemed lost in delirious pleasure, pistoning her mouth on this kid, until he seemed to cum inside it, watched casually by his mother washing clothes. It wasnt long before his 2 friends appeared, and were told to pull down their shorts too. I had always fancied Nicole, but it seems she preferred young black boys.
I returned to my jeep, my mind racing, adrenaline pumping and looked at Tabu's hut. I decided to find out just how much of a saviour they viewed me.. To be continued