Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 11:49:41 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The History of Chaki the Moor (01/10 - historical)

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THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on June 21, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Derek

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 1 - CHAKI KIDNAPPED AND ENSLAVED BY THE WHITE DEVILS

Chaki was waiting in the bushes for his brother to signal him to come
out. His brother was a great warrior and an excellent hunter; he was the
pride of their village. Chaki admired him very much. Even though his
brother was the eldest and he the youngest and their ages were ten
years, apart  between them there always had been a special bond and they
often went hunting together. Chaki, now thirteen years of age, had had
his initiation just one year ago and so entered the adult society. As
his older brother was not yet married, they were now sleeping together
in the hut of the bachelors.

At times, during the night, his brother swapped places with a friend, so
each of them made love with the brother of the other, as it was
tradition to do before the marriage. Chaki liked Kenta, a nineteen years
old youth very much who had a long and slim member and when he
penetrated Chaki he gave him such intense pleasure, that was more than
anybody else was able to give him. Now Kenta was crouching not far from
him. Chaki could see his beautiful member softly hanging between his
muscled and slender legs and hoped that Kenta would come to him again
that night. He could possibly ask to his brother to swap places with
Kenta, in fact his brother liked very much taking Kenta's younger
brother.

A little further away he could also see Aruri who had been the first one
to make love to him. Aruri was strong, and he was the oldest in the
bachelors' hut, as he already was twenty-six years old. He had also been
the first to take his brother, and also several of the other boys in the
hut. Rumour was that he always refused all the women because he
preferred the boys. When Aruri took Chaki, did it with some roughness
and Chaki cried. But afterwards the young man consoled him for a long
time, very tenderly. Chaki also liked Aruri, but preferred Kenta.

Chaki was thinking of these things when suddenly a young warrior came
running from the village, yelling. Their prey ran away and the hunters
stood up angrily, turning towards the unwanted intruder.

But as they caught his words, their rage disappeared at once, "The white
devils, the white devils!" the young man was yelling.

Everybody ran, brandishing their spears, and raced towards the village.

The white devils. The last time they came Chaki was six years old, but
he remembered them well. They came suddenly, in a great number, riding
their horses, with their wind-swept white clothes, armed with swords and
thundering rods. They plundered the village and took away all the young
men and women they could catch, those between twelve and twenty years
old, killing all the valiant men who tried to stop them, letting only
women and children live until their next raid. The white devils were
pitiless.

When the hunters reached their village, the battle was in full spate.
The group of young warriors hurled themselves against the white devils,
but they, high on their horses and numerous, had a clear superiority on
the village people. The women screamed, the old people cried, the
children called. The white devils often struck with their shining sabres
flat on the youths' heads, so stunning them, and slashed the older men,
killing them. Chaki saw Kenta fall, saw his mother's brother die, then
lost consciousness after being struck on his temple.

When he recovered conciousness, he was lying on the ground, chained to
other youths of his village. The white devils were emptying all the huts
huts, throwing out bodily the youths who tried to hide inside, and
chained them.

"Dokko?" Chaki still dazed asked to his neighbour.

"They took him, he's alive." the other answered.

Chaki's eyes searched for his brother and saw him still lying on the
ground, but there was no trace of blood on him. He tested the iron
chains. They had chained his wrists together, and a collar with two
chains tied him to the two youths at his sides. The girls were chained
in the same way, not far away and were crying and sobbing loudly.

The white devils made them all stand up and dragged them away. Here and
there through the village, were lying several dead men. Chaki was
walking in a line with the others, his heart heavy, asking himself what
the white devils would do to them. When, in the evening around the fire,
the old people talked about the white devils, some said they would make
them work like slaves until they died, others said that they would
fatten them up, to eat them. Any way, nothing good.

Chaki turned to look one last time at his village as they were taken
away between two lines of devils riding their horses. They were imposing
men, with thick black beards and a skin so clear they looked ill. In
contrast to Chaki's people who wore nothing more than ornaments, the
devils wore white clothes from head to foot and their feet were wrapped
in a kind of black tubing. It seemed as if they were ashamed to show
their bodies Chaki thought, disgusted.

They walked for six days, and eventually they camped near a group of
rocks. There came another caravan of devils with their prisoners, taken
from another village, but their language was quite understandable. The
white devils, however spoke an incomprehensible language, apart from the
one who gave them the orders. They ate and lay down to get some rest,
watched over all night long by devils, who changed at intervals.

The following morning they resumed their march. They walked nine more
days, until they reached a town on the seashore. It was a weird town,
seven or eight times as wide as their village, but all the houses were
made of white stone, and at its centre there was a very narrow round
building, incredibly high, on top of which a man was yelling something.
That man must be very important, as all the white devils got off their
horses and prostrated themselves on the ground, something together in an
odd singsong way.

Then they were made board a boat, a very big boat, bigger than the
biggest hut in Chaki's village. The boat had wide pieces of white fabric
that curved in the wind. They sailed for eleven days, until they were
pulled to the land that was even wider than the one where they boarded
the boat. They were all brought into a huge room where there already
were other black people from tribes they had never seen before who spoke
languages which were unknown to them.

For the first time Chaki could approach his brother. "What will they do
to us?" he asked him, worried.

"I don't know. We can only pray to our ancestors to protect us." his
brother answered with a frown on his face.

"Do you think they will eat us?"

"Who knows? For the moment they don't give us enough food to fatten us.
They will possibly make us work for them. Crossing the city from the
port to here, didn't you notice black men like us, going here and there
loaded with heavy weights?" he said thoughtfully.

A man came, and started to examine the prisoners one after the other. He
then gave an order and they were divided into three groups. Chaki was
separated from his brother and from Kenta. He noticed that in his group
everybody was more or less of his age. The other two groups were divided
according to their strength, the stronger in one group and the weaker in
another.

Then the group made up of the younger prisoners was chained in a line
and lead out of the wide room. All together they were a little more than
two times five in number. They were taken into another building not far
away and into another big room. There they were freed of the chains, and
they again got something to eat. Then, at night, they lay on the straw
that was spread on one side of the room, so they didn't feel the
coldness of the stone floor, and they instinctively cuddled up one
against the other. . The following morning one of the devils came who
spoke their language, he barked some orders, telling them what they had
to do or not to do, and, cracking a whip told them that anyone who
disobeyed would be punished. He made them line up in a row and another
devil came into the room, and started to carefully examine them one
after another. He made them open their mouths checking their teeth,
groped their body, their genitals, tested the hole between the boys'
buttocks with a finger covered in oil, then said something to another
devil who, with a kind of metal spike, traced on a small wood tablet
mysterious signs, then put a white slip on the iron collar of each boy
which also had mysterious signs on it.

Later came another devil. He had a bundle of cloth strips and gave one
to each boy, and the devil who spoke their language explained to them
how they had to tie it around their waist and between their legs. On the
front of that cloth strip there was painted in black the same mysterious
sign that was attached to their collar. Chaki asked himself what all
that could mean. He was feeling funny with that cloth between his legs
and around his waist.

They were lead into another room. There a man, black like them,
explained to them that they were in a kind of school that they had to
learn to understand the devils' language and other things to please
them. Then they would be sold as slaves to other devils (lords, that man
called them), for their pleasure. In other words, Chaki clearly
understood, they would be sold to give sexual pleasure to the men who
would buy them for this purpose. They had therefore to learn the
language and the customs of their future masters.

A period of intense training started. At first they had to understand
and comply with just simple orders like come here, go there, stop, stand
up, sit down, lie down, turn around, undress, enter, go out.  Each time
they had to answer yes lord. But then they had also to learn more words,
more orders and more answers. They had to learn also how to wash
themselves, to put on scent, to wear and go out in some weird clothes,
to eat in a certain way, to bow and to prostrate themselves. It seemed
as though what they had to learn would never end. And for the slightest
mistake, they got a volley of blows.

But what hit Chaki the most, were the lessons concerning sex. They had
to learn how to touch, caress, lick, masturbate, suck and and how to
offer themselves and how to let themselves be penetrated. The teachers
were young, old, fat, thin, gentle and violent men who, after each
lesson gave the boys marks that were recorded by another man in a book.

The school leader instructed them, "You have to learn how to please your
masters, this is the one thing that will make a difference. If he is
happy with you, if you are desirable at his eyes, you will get a better
life. If not, he will ill treat you, will sell you to do filthy and
heavy work."

Chaki listened carefully.

"Therefore, you now have to learn to please your masters. You are slaves
devoted to pleasure, never forget that it is not for your pleasure, but
that of your master. Your pleasure is of no importance at all! You have
to show pleasure even when you don't like it, even if it hurts you."

In fact Chaki, didn't at all dislike what he had to do with those men.
It was not so different from what he did with Kenta and the others in
the bachelors' hut, even though Kenta was much gentler. At first he had
difficulty in using his mouth, to drink that liquid that came out, but
he soon got used to it and was now even able to recognise the taste of
the various men who trained him.

They taught him how to arouse a man, to increase his pleasure and to
prolong it. At times they also made them train amongst themselves, and
when they put together Chaki and a boy from another tribe, whose name
was N'goa, Chaki really liked it so that at times, during the night and
hiding from the others, they made love. N'goa was a sweet and passionate
boy, with a slender and strong body, and they took each other with sheer
pleasure, conscientiously applying all that they learned from their
masters. With N'goa he also liked use his mouth, as he had a very good
taste. N'goa spoke another language, so that between them they could
only communicate using the masters' language.

The day came when the cleverest of the boys, and amongst them was Chaki,
were brought to the slave market to be sold. They were dressed in new
clothes and Chaki got white puffed breeches and a small red waistcoat.
They were brought in the market square, under a tent, where they waited
for the buyers. These came and started to examine them. Almost always
they lowered their breeches down to their hips and groped them between
their legs, tried their arseholes with a finger wet with saliva, tested
their bodies firmness, felt if the skin was smooth and so on. They then
bargained unendingly with the sellers about their price.

N'goa was bought by a wiry man with a pointed black beard and with a
severe expression. Chaki watched him being taken away by his new master,
with some regret. He, Chaki, was bought by a man tending to obesity,
with piercing eyes, and an insincere smile always present on his lips.
Chaki didn't like that man at all, but he well knew that this was of no
importance at all.

While the man was taking him away, Chaki asked himself what the man
would ask him to do, how he would treat him, what kind of a master would
he be, The man lifted him onto his saddle and spurred the horse to a
gallop. Chaki could feel the man's arm round him to hold him on to the
saddle, the breath of the man on his head, and soon felt also his
erection pushing against his lower back. After riding a fair distance,
the man stopped the horse under a tree and he and Chaki got off

"Before taking you to your new master, I want to check what you're able
to do. Come here. What's your name?"

"Chaki, master."

"Good, Chaki," the man said opening his breeches and taking out a huge
erect member, ''give me pleasure. Suck it, boy!"

Chaki looked at that enormous pole with dread, and, whilst he was
kneeling in front of the man he hoped that afterwards the man wouldn't
want to penetrate him. He had never seen anything as big as that, except
between a horse's legs.

Taking it in both hands, he bent forward to lick it, but the man,
keeping his head still between his big hands, pushed it fully down his
throat. Chaki had to keep his mouth open wide to the maximum to be able
to take it all. The man started to fuck his mouth with vigour and Chaki,
remembering the lessons, caressed his heavy testicle sack and the inner
part of his thighs. The man was moaning with pleasure, and went on to
hammer his mouth with real gusto.

After some time Chaki felt that the man was about to reach his climax
and sucked more vigorously, preparing to swallow it all without losing
any of it, not even a drop, as he had been taught to do. He felt the man
tremble strongly, stiffen, then felt his seed spurting rapidly time
after time, abundant, warm, while the man let out a scream like that of
a wounded animal. He carried on licking and sucking even after the
orgasm was over until the man pushed him away quite roughly and  put his
half-hard member back into his breeches.

"Good, Chaki, they taught you properly. Let's go, now." the man said
mounting the horse and taking the boy again in front of him.

Chaki still had a rather sour taste in his mouth and his jaws and the
corners of his mouth were still aching slightly due to having had to
keep his mouth open so wide for so long. The man however seemed
satisfied with his service.

He now understood one thing - that the man was not his new master. Who
would be then? They reached a town and the man entered it at trot. This
town seemed even wider that that where he had been bought, the houses
were more beautiful. But the man crossed that town entirely without
stopping in front of any house. Just out of the inhabited part, he took
a street sloping up between trees until, on the top of a small hill they
were in front of an elegant building half hidden by the trees.

The man, driving his horse at a smart pace, entered an open gate watched
by two armed guards who greeted him with great respect. He passed
through two inner courtyards and stopped in a third one, dismounted,
handed Chaki down and entrusted his horse to a slave. He led Chaki
through a door, then a corridor, into a room. Here there was a woman.

"Azuleide, this boy is my gift for the master's birthday, care for him
well and dress him in the best clothes you have. This evening after
supper I will present him to our master. I don't want him to cut a bad
figure."

"Yes, dear husband, rely on me." the woman said.

When the man left, the woman took Chaki into another room. The boy   had
never seen anything alike it. It was entirely covered with blue and
green tiles, and the floor went down in steps but the first step, was
covered with water that spouted from a jutting stone carved in the shape
of a flower. The woman pushed him into a corner, made him take off all
his clothes, took a copper bucket, a brush and a white paste. She wet
Chaki's body and, putting some paste on the brush, started to vigorously
scrub all Chaki's body so that soon it was all covered with a white,
slightly scented foam. The woman washed him with great skill.

"Tell me, boy, did my husband taste you along the road?" she suddenly
asked.

"Taste me?" the boy asked, without understanding.

"Yes, I bet he made you suck his thing."

"Ah, yes he made me suck it." Chaki said.

She at once hit him on the head with the brush handle, "First lesson   -
never ever tell anyone what you do with other men! Is that clear?"

"Yes, madam." Chaki said, baffled.

The woman rinsed him carefully, then took a wooden comb and scissors,
and vigorously curried his hair, cutting it shorter. She rinsed him
again and ordered him to go in the water.

"Soak for a while boy and don't move from there. I will be back soon."
the woman said in an energetic tone and left the room.

Chaki stepped down into the water which was lukewarm, scented and
agreeable: it reached to his navel. Sat down and relaxed. If his life
was always going to be like this, it would be not bad at all. Soon the
woman was back carrying a big basket.

She took out of it a wide immaculate cloth that she spread on a tall
step that was near the door.

She then took out another wide piece of fabric and said, "Come here and
dry yourself carefully using this cloth, then come and lie down here.

Chaki got out of the water, took the cloth that the woman was handing
him and started to rub it all over his body.

The woman was looking at him carefully, "The master should like you if
you are also skilled in bed. Possibly Abdul this time made a good
choice. Have you done? Lie down here, now." she said.

Chaki climbed on the high step and lay on the white cloth. The woman
took out of the basket a ceramic vase, opened its cover and put her hand
into it. Then she started to spread an iridescent cream on the boy's
body, skilfully massaging him. She massaged the boy for a long time all
over his body, including his genitals, which soon hardened, making him
turn away again and again as Chaki was feeling ashamed of his hard-on,
but the woman didn't seem to care at all.

The boy started to experience a feeling of wellbeing all over his body,
he felt good. If this is being a slave, he told himself, it is not so
bad, absolutely not. The woman went on massaging him all over his body,
until the cream she spread on it was totally absorbed by his skin.

"Get down!" the woman ordered.

Chaki obeyed and nimbly got down. The woman then took from the basket a
pair of soft golden coloured voile breeches. The boy had never seen
anything as beautiful and precious. She told him to put them on and
settled the puffs at his ankles. Then she took a kind of white smock
with puffed sleeves, which she fixed at his waist with a long blue silk
belt. She then made him wear slippers of soft blue damascened leather.
She looked at him. She then took from the basket a box and rummaged in
it. She took out some ribbons with coloured glass beads and chose five
red and white. She tied two at his ankles, two at his wrists and a
longer one around his head. Not pleased with the result, she took all of
them off. She chose some others that were blue and yellow and put them
on the boy.

"Good, now it is all right. Now take the basket and follow me." She
said.

Chaki obeyed. The woman took him into another room, made him leave the
basket on the floor, took a musical instrument with strings and started
to play it.

"Are you able to dance?"

"I don't know, madam."

"Just move, in rhythm with the music."

Chaki tried but was not able to catch the rhythm of that sad music. He
was used to the rhythm of the drums at his village, and to their rhythm
they all jumped and danced joyfully all together, but this music was
different and elusive.

The woman stopped playing. "No, no. Well I certainly can't teach you
before this evening. Let's see if at least you are good at serving at
table. Come."

She took him into another room, set the table and ordered, "Pour me some
water."

Chaki thought that it was easy, but the woman interrupted him, "No, not
so! You are a real bungler! Look how you should pour a drink, and try to
learn" she said, annoyed.

They spent a long time trying and trying again several things, until the
woman seemed, at least a little, satisfied. "I have to teach you
everything! Why couldn't he have bought you a few days earlier? What's
your name, by the way?"

"Chaki, madam."

"If the master should ask you, you have to answer: the name of your most
humble slave is Chaki, my lord and master. Repeat it!" Then she asked
him, "How old are you?"

"Fourteen, my lord and master."

"No, no, no! You have to say thirteen. I am thirteen years old, is that
clear? Repeat!"

"I am thirteen years old, my lord and masterÉ" Chaki said, dazed.

This went on all afternoon until Abdul came back and he was pleased with
Chaki's progress.

"Take him in after supper is finished. That is when everybody will
present their gifts. I think that the sheik will really appreciate my
gift, this time. Put a hint of a scent on him also. We will present him
as I told you. Mussa and Selim will help you as we agreed. Now I have to
go, the party is about to start." He said rubbing his hands satisfied,
and went out.

"Let's hope that you will not make us cut a bad figure!" the woman said
to the boy. "You look nice, and our lord likes the black boys. What does
he find in them, I wonder? He has all the most beautiful women of the
region. Bah, there is no accounting for taste, it is not to be
discussed, and certainly not the tastes of the sheik. Now let's see if
you know how to bow. I am the master and when we give you to him, you
will prostrate yourself - let me see how you do it. No, beast! You have
to do it like so, look. Now try with more grace. You look like a sack of
dirty linen like that! You have to do this way, do you understand?
Again" the woman grumbled and went on to make him try to do the
different kinds of bows.

At a certain point came two slaves, one was black, brawny, big and tall,
all muscles, and the other seemed a half-breed of remarkable beauty and
with piercing eyes.

"Is the slave boy ready?" they asked the woman.

"Let's hope. What do you think of him?"

"Mmmhhh! He should meet the master's taste. Turn around he has a nice
little arse, yes. So, then, where is the fabric we have to use?"

"Here it is." the woman said handing them a blue silk brocade.

The two slaves unfolded it and wrapped it around the boy to completely
hide him from sight.

"Walk at the same pace as us." They told him.

They tried several times.

"Good. When we take you out of this fabric, you will slowly count to
five are you able?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then at the five you will prostrate yourself on the floor. Let's
try."

They walked; the slaves took away the fabric, and Chaki started, "One,
two"

"No, dumbbell! You should not count aloud, but in your head. Let's try
again."

The second time it went well. Then the two men took Chaki and went away.
They walked down a corridor, then went into rooms that left Chaki struck
dumb with astonishment. If the rooms where he had been up to then seemed
to him magnificent, these seemed to come out of a dream. They were wide,
tall, decorated with gilded stucco shining in the light of the many
lanterns that were hanging from ceilings, which were decorated with
arabesques, and with furniture more and more beautiful. And as they
passed from one room to the next, the luxury seemed to increase.

They stopped in front of a door. From the other side came music and
merry voices. Chaki was overwhelmed by so much beauty and wealth
surrounding him. That lord had to be a very powerful king, to live in
such a palace, the boy thought.

Suddenly silence fell behind the door. Then voices spoke in turn. Chaki
wasn't able to hear what they were saying, but after each voice, several
other voices rose together to say other words. This went on for some
while.

Then Chaki recognised the voice of the man who bought him, and at once
the two slaves put the fabric all around the boy and whispered, "Be
ready. We are going to enter."

Chaki stiffened. He had to be careful to do everything as he was taught.
And in a short while he would see his new master, the one whose nights
he had to gladden. In his heart he hoped he was not so hugely endowed as
Abdul. He heard the door open and the two slaves started to walk. Chaki
kept pace with them perfectly and when they stopped he too stopped in
time.

Abdul said, "Here is, then, my lord, the gift that your humble servant
dares to present you. Graciously accept it, notwithstanding its very low
value."

At those words the fabric was taken away, Chaki mentally counted to
five, and then prostrated himself.

He had just the time to see a man in his forties, sitting on a cushion
behind a low table, wearing clothes shining with gold and precious
stones, his face with a thin beard, a headdress adorned with white
feathers fixed by a big precious stone. He heard the voices of the
lord's guests uttering appreciative words and comments in a soft murmur.

"Oh, Abdul! You too know very well what I appreciate, as I can see.
Stand up, boy." He said and Chaki obeyed. "Come nearer."

Chaki stepped forwards then did another deep bow.

"No, come here near me, I want to see you better."

Chaki went round the table and stopped close to his master. The man
looked carefully at him, made him turn then asked him how old he was and
what was his name. Chaki answered as he had been told and with the
corner of his eye saw that Abdul had a satisfied expression.

"Well, what can I say, my faithful friends? This year you have excelled
yourselves. To whom shall I give my dagger as a prize for the best gift?
To you, my treasurer? Your gold and ruby pomegranate is a precious work,
worthy of the one who keeps my treasure. To you, Qadi? The Koran's
illuminated text is beautiful and twice precious, as it is the sacred
book. To you, chief of my guard? I was expecting another sword from you,
but you surprised me with that sumptuous oriental brocade, worthy of a
king. To you, master of the house? You know how much I appreciate exotic
things, and that writing desk of Florentine marquetry is delightful. Or
else to you, my wise secretary and councillor? That ivory and ebony
chess set is a fine work that will gladden my leisure times. Or last but
not least to you, my trusted master of my slaves? This boy seems a fruit
ready to be picked, but I have first to taste it to be able to compare
it with the other gifts. Therefore, my friends, I have to postpone my
decision until tomorrow. For the moment I thank you all. See you
tomorrow, then."

Everybody seemed rather disconcerted, but at that clear order they all
stood up and, bowing, drew back to the door and went out. Only the sheik
and Chaki remained in the room. When the door was closed, the sheik
clapped his hands and a servant entered.

"Take this boy to my room and prepare him. I'm taking my usual bath then
I will come. And have this room tidied before the night ends, and be
careful nobody makes the least noise." he said.

"As you order, my lord and master." The servant said bowing and, taking
Chaki by an arm, he led him out from another door.

They crossed a small room and went into a little inner yard with at its
centre a gushing fountain, they crossed it and entered another room and
from here into a luxurious room lit by elegant lanterns, with a wide low
bed in its centre, surrounded by a double layer of voil curtains.

"Undress completely, boy." the servant said, pulling aside the curtains
on a side of the bed.

Chaki obeyed. The servant had him lie on his belly, spread his legs,
with a finger took some scented ointment from a small vase and immersed
that finger into the anus of the boy, starting to massage him deeply for
some time. Chaki felt a really agreeable sensation.

"You are tight, very good. Remember that the sheik doesn't like to come
quickly, and that he likes hot and available boys, who don't whimper. If
he hurts you, don't show it. Any thing he does to you or asks you to do,
show you like it very, very much, that you are happy with it. And do it
well. When he allows you to sleep, you will lie here, at his feet, ready
to obey his orders if he desires to start again during the night. He is
seldom satisfied with just once or twice, especially if he likes you.
Our master is virility made flesh. Remember to talk only when he asks
you clear questions." the man instructed him going on to massage his
tight channel. After a while the man said, "Good, now lie here at the
bottom,of the bed on your back- so, and be careful not to let the master
find you asleep. I'm going now."

Chaki was feeling well, the wide bed was incredibly comfortable, soft
but not too soft. From behind the curtains came a soft and relaxing
light. All was silent. After a short time he heard a door open. He
didn't dare to turn and look. He held his breath, and anxiously waited.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to
read them, the URL is

http://andrejkoymasky.com

If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English
translations, so that I can put on-line more of my  stories in English
please e-mail at

andrej@andrejkoymasky.com

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