THIS STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME!!! I am posting it as a favor to the author, who wishes to remain anonymous. Any e-mail received by me will be forwarded to the author. ========================================================================= SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART IV by Infidel Dog Authors' note: This story is a fantasy, involving the kidnapping of young teenagers for the pleasure of a Middle Eastern Pasha. The Pasha is not a cruel man, but his sexual appetite is not easily satisfied, and, when it comes to girls. he has a number of preferences as to their physical characteristics. He is rich enough to carry out a program of enhancement to the girls in his harem to make them meet his requirements. To Western minds, the Pasha and his tastes would be seen as perverted, kinky and sick. We prefer not to judge the man by Western standards, but offer this account as a semi-fictional documentary record of the doings of such a man. Please remind yourself constantly, in his land, his behaviour is considered normal and reasonable. If you object to scenes showing young girls being exposed to situations which Westerners would find intolerably humiliating, read no further. If you are below the age of consent in your community, delete this material at once. As this story is a semi-documentary, and much of the material comes from a Middle Eastern employee of a harem, there is a great amount of information about weights and measurements. This is unavoidable, but can easily be ignored by the reader who is more interested in the narrative. Weights and measurements in this story are presented in metric units (metres, millimetres, kilograms and litres etc) as they were presented to us by our correspondent in the Middle East. If readers wish to convert these to US or Imperial units, we advise them to have a means of conversion or a pocket calculator handy. We have not included the equivalents in inches, pounds and fluid ounces, to avoid unduly cluttering the text. 1 centimetre (cm) = 0.3937 inches 1 kilogram (kg) = 2.205 pounds 1 litre (l) = 2.113 US pints, or 1.76 UK pints 1 metre (m) = the length equal to 1,650,763.3 wavelengths in vacuum of the radiation corresponding to the transition between the levels 2p to base 10 and 5p to base 5 of the krypton 86 atom (as every French schoolboy knows) Also, as every British schoolgirl knows, one stone = 14 pounds ====================================================================== SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART IV by Infidel Dog Chapter 11:- Planning Ahead Caro and Frida stood before the door, quaking in their bare feet. Behind them, in descending order of height, were Lim, Tigger and Toots. Seeing Toots for the first time in close-up, Caro was staggered by the size of Toots's breasts. She remembered how big Candi's had been, watching her all that time ago in the tent, but little Toots's, incredibly, were bigger. Far bigger! She stood only as tall as Caro's chest, making her around four feet tall, and she was almost painfully slim in the waist and bottom, which made her mountainous breasts look even more outrageous. Little Tigger was the same height, or an inch or so taller, but all she had on *her* chest were a pair of puffy nipples. The contrast between the two tiny girls was staggering, and Caro felt arousal like a sick feeling in her stomach as she stared at Toots. The kid grinned right back at her, and made the tiniest movement of her upper body from side to side, which set her vast globes swinging like great bells. The swaying showed no sign of stopping until the child grabbed at them with her two tiny hands, clinging on for dear life until her breasts became stationary again. Big-H had gone ahead of them into the bedchamber of Zulfiqar Malik, and had been in there for ten minutes while the girls waited for her return. The three little ones were obviously used to such treatment, but Caro knew nothing. What was going to happen to them? Why the delay? Then she caught her first sight of the other five girls in Zulfiqar's little harem. They were a mixed bunch. They filed past, looking up with cheeky grins at Caro's horrified face. The smallest led the way, a little brown girl, no older than five or six, then two Middle Eastern girls of about eight, a skinny black girl with naked breasts like grapefruit, and a tall girl of no more than twelve years old whose long, thin, breasts dangled down somewhere beyond her navel. The unlikely troupe was followed immediately by Big-H, the matron, who stood to one side and ushered them in. Zulfiqar was sitting up in bed, his fat, naked chest strangely pale and blubbery. His breasts are as big as mine, thought Caro, despairingly, remembering the sulky, petulant way the Chief of Police had snatched her from the line-up that morning. They formed a semi-circle round the bed, and Zulfiqar threw back the sheet, revealing the rest of his nakedness. His legs were skinny, designed for someone half his weight and size. And most shocking of all, Caro decided, was his penis. She hadn't seen many in the flesh, so to speak. She had seen Piers's, and had glimpsed her father's, so she knew more or less what to expect. She had seen boys and men on the beach, and had furtively studied the bulges in their briefs. But this was something new! Zulfiqar Malik had an erection. His penis was throbbing in the air above his too-skinny thighs. Caro thought that if she took his penis in her hand (although she shuddered at the very thought) it would barely fill her palm, even of *her* little hand. She had no way of knowing, but Zulfiqar Malik was some way below average. He clapped his hands, and Toots sprang forward, wobbling massively, and evidently knowing exactly what to do. She crawled up on to the bed, her naked, hairless little black bottom wiggling as she crept on all fours between her master's legs, her breasts trailing heavily across the bed as she crawled. Then she reached her target, and squashed her breasts around Zulfiqar's tiny cock, engulfing it. His eyes began to bulge, and within seconds he was humping his hips against the tiny black girl's gigantic breasts. In no time at all, he uttered a strange, thick little cry, and sagged back against the pillows. Toots sat proudly back on her haunches, then gathered her breasts up in both arms, licking the globs of semen from between them, like a cat. She sat on the bed, grinning at the rest of the girls; then cheekily, and incredibly, hung one breast over her shoulder while she licked the other one clean. Then she repeated the process before crawling back off the bed and gazing up at her master with a look of total innocence. Big-H held a finger to her lips and motioned to the girls to sit down and be quiet. They sat on a rug in a circle, while Toots and Tigger pulled faces, each trying to get the other to laugh out loud. After half an hour or so, Zulfiqar was sufficiently recovered to receive his next treatment. Lim and Tigger crawled up and licked his cock and balls until he came in stringy threads into their black hair. He watched them wearily as they licked each other clean. It must have been after midnight when Zulfiqar clapped and beckoned to Caro, who had curled up on a rug, half asleep. She approached warily, and kneeled before him on the bed when he ordered her to do so. Then he positioned himself behind her, and attempted to enter her from behind. Even after several attempts, he had failed to make an impression, and Caro, fearing the worst, looked back at him over her shoulder, in time to see the Chief of Police jerk spastically and spray his juices across her buttocks. She felt the semen become almost instantly chilled as it dribbled into the crack of her bottom. It was Frida's degrading duty to lick Carolyn clean, although the Swedish youngster went at it willingly enough, perhaps sensing that this was the worst thing that would happen to her this evening, at least. It was. Zulfiqar fell into a deep, snoring slumber. Big-H covered him with the sheet, and told Caro and Frida to sleep as well as they could on the king-sized bed. The three children slept on the floor, Lim and Tigger gratefully pillowing their heads on Toots's king-sized breasts. ********** "He's all right, old Blue Suit, isn't he?" Candi finished off her dish and spooned out some more rice and lamb. Erica agreed, nodding as she piled her own plate with a huge wedge of a sweet pastry confection. "Do you think you could fancy him?" Erica shook her head, her mouth full. "He doesn't seem interested, not that way." "Yeah, funny, that. There can't be many men who can look at Kitty in the nude without getting a hard-on." Kitty looked indignant and deeply offended, then burst out laughing, spraying them with bits of chocolate cream cake. "Don't waste that cake, it's specially flown in every day from Vienna!" Lucinda shouted through a mouthful of Original Olde English Bread and Butter Pudding and custard. "Plenty more where that came from, then", giggled Kitty. "I've eaten a whole torte every day so far." "One more day to go", said Candi, "there may not be any cream cake where we're going." They're bound to feed us, anyway", murmured Kitty, lying down on her back with a satisfied belch. "Oops! Sorry!" she added, as she farted resoundingly. "Kitty!" the others yelled at her. "You disgusting fat pig!" The disgusting fat pig just laughed. "You'd better sleep out in the yard tonight", said Candi. ********** "It won't be easy, pet!" "Never mind easy, will it be possible?" "Honestly, I don't know why you should want to 'escape', as you call it. I'm not all that keen to get back to Sunderland!" Emily shook her head and bit into a hunk of pineapple. The juice sprayed all over the towel she had draped across her naked shoulders. Carolyn looked at the slim girl, whose nipples were astonishingly erect. Emily looked into her eyes. "Stay here, pet. You don't know when you're well off. Tell us, do yer really want to get back to England, full of lager-soaked groping yobs grabbing at yer tits on Saturday nights?" Caro didn't know about that. But she wanted to get home to her Mum and Dad. And especially she wanted Candi and Cinders back. Even Piers. "I've got to try it, Em!" "Well, when Zulfiqar drags you back in here after two weeks in the desert, don't say Emily didn't warn yer! You must have a special family to want to get back that bad. Okay, pet, ah'll tell yer what we'd better do ...!" Caro sat forward eagerly, her eyes bright. "Tomorrow, we'll have a word with Mansoor, Zed's driver. He's straight, 100 per cent. He has contacts all over. From the description of your friends and your sister, the chances are they'll be going to one particular harem, one that specialises in very, VERY, big breasted girls! Mansoor will be able to find out if they've been bought, and by who, and where they're going. As I say, probably to this one Pasha who fancies huge tits." "Is he the only one who likes them big?" "No, they all do", Emily laughed, "which is why the dealers got rid of me so quick! But this one, he's so filthy bloody rich, he sees a big one, really big, like this Kitty of yours, he'll have her, no problem! You know our Toots?" "Our Toots? The little black girl?" "Yeah, she's British, her parents are from Jamaica. Toots was an inmate at this particular Pasha's harem. Now I don't know what she did, but it must have been something pretty antisocial to get her slung out." "They threw her out? Then it's not for ever once you get in there?" "As I say, she must have done something really bad, but she's an absolute bloody nutter, that one, she could have got up to any tricks. Any road, they expelled her, six months since. Now, look at her. She's only nine years old!" "Nine? But she's ... I mean, look at the size of her ...!" "That's right! She was in the harem for six months. During that time she was selected for a special new treatment. She told Mansoor all about it. Apparently, they stuck needles in her nipples and squirted some stuff into her tits. Not like implants or anything. This stuff made them grow. And they gave her all the food she could eat, and she ate like a pig. When they threw her out - and it was our Mansoor who made sure he got her away safely and brought her here - she was fat all over, not just her tits. She's lost weight since." "But there's nothing of her now, apart from up top." "I know, she took it all straight off, all the excess weight; but her tits, whatever they did to her, whatever that stuff was, they've stayed the same enormous size! I could do with some of that stuff, mesel! It shows how much this Pasha likes his tits, if they're not up to scratch, he goes to great expense to grow them to whatever size he wants them. And if he can grow a pair of fifty-pounders on a little nine-year-old like our Toots, he's one serious Pasha!" Caro tried to imagine her sister Lucinda having breasts the size of little Toots's. No! She couldn't even imagine her sister with tits 'only' as big as Candi's! "So, we'll have a word with Mansoor. See, he's not best pleased that there's a flourishing slave trade in these parts, for a start. And he's not too chuffed with his boss getting paid off with under-aged sex slaves, either. There's nothing Constable Mansoor would like more than to bust the whole ring wide open. He knows it will take more than a day or two, but he's a patient man. And if he can, he'll help you. He'll be here again in the morning. We'll see him then!" ********** The following morning, Blue Suit (who seemed to possess a whole wardrobe of blue suits) awaited the girls as they filed out to the helicopter. The sun was not yet high in the sky, but already the heat struck through their sandals from the baking ground. They wobbled deliciously as they climbed into the aircraft and took their seats. "God, I feel so *huge*", complained Candi, struggling with her safety harness. "I must have eaten *tons* this weekend!" "It shows, darling", Erica sneered happily at her. "I hope they're going to feed us as well where we're going." "I wonder what it's going to be like", Lucinda said. "After this place, it's going to seem horrible, I'm sure." Kitty said nothing, but hoisted her breasts in one arm to fasten her harness by feel. She managed it, and smiled to herself in satisfaction. Then the machine roared into the air. Chapter 12:-New Girls I was awakened by a great tumult around the vicinity of the harem. A helicopter had flown close overhead and landed. Surely war hadn't broken out? A knocking on my door brought me fully to my senses "Who is it?" I shouted. "Oh, sir, it is I, Latifa. I did not wish to disturb your slumbers, but there is an occurrence of great importance!" Damn the girl. "What is it, Latifa, tell me what it is!" "New arrivals, sir, but ..." she hurried on before I could vent my spleen on her, we have new arrivals two or three times a week ... "there are the two English girls who were mentioned specially by Latif, and also two others with the long blonde hair. And one of those, sir, you *must* see!" "You would tell me what I *must* do, Latifa? I advise you to watch your tongue, woman." "Forgive me, indeed, sir, but it is not I, sir, who tells you. Word has come by advance messenger. It appears that one of the girls has truly the biggest naturally-grown breasts that Latif has ever seen on a girl of her age." It needs something of world-shattering importance to arouse me from my bed, and it seemed that Latifa had done the right thing on this occasion. I dressed and made my way to the reception suite, adjacent to the physician's quarters. Here, close to the hospital, the surgery and the maternity suite, is the area where newcomers are examined and their personal details logged. I found the place abuzz with excitement. The photographer was there, adjusting his flash equipment. Matrons and physicians' assistants hurried about, making preparations, doing the same jobs they had already performed several times already this morning. Even the old physician himself, who has examined many thousands of huge-bosomed young girls in his lifetime, seemed unnaturally excited. "Ah, Hassan, so you have heard the news, too. Big news travels fast, and from what I hear, this is the biggest news we have heard for many, many years." The physician remembers things. I would not challenge his memory. He can tell you the names of all the largest-breasted of the harem girls over the past twenty-five years, together with the weight and size of their breasts. For him to be excited over just one new girl suggested that she was something special! "Has the master been briefed about the new arrivals?" he asked Fatima, pacing up and down restlessly. "Certainly, doctor, as you asked me not five minutes ago! As soon as you have carried out your examination, the Pasha will be informed, and will make his way here at his earliest convenience. With all respect, doctor, he is as excited as you are!" The hubbub built to a climax as a great pounding came on the outside doors at the quiet back entrance to the harem grounds. We heard the rumbling and the rattling of chains as the gates opened on well-oiled hinges, then they closed again, and there came the sound of many sandalled feet on the gritty floor outside the reception suite. Then a knock, one, two, three. The door opened, and an assistant led in four small heavily-robed figures, three of them with blonde hair. That fact alone would have made this an important day in the harem. The girls were arranged in order against the wall, and were turned to face us. I studied them one by one. The last two of them to come in, the dark-haired one with the alert eyes, and the small blonde one, despite their loose robes, I could see were obviously massively developed. I was becoming excited, and my huge member rose to greet the new arrivals. "Strip them, one at a time, and let us see them", called the physician, quietly but with total authority. "Start with that one there, and work along the line." The physician had a sense of the dramatic. He had left the most-developed blonde to the last! A man after my own heart. The assistant handed a pile of documents to Fatima, who nodded her thanks. She consulted the top sheet of paper. "This is Erica", she announced, then looked at the first girl. "Erica?" she asked her, and the girl, startled at hearing her name, nodded. Latifa had moved swiftly to the girl's side and untied the robe, whisking it away in one movement to reveal Erica completely naked before us. The camera flashed, then again and again, the photographer darting in and shooting from every conceivable angle. I was slightly disappointed in the girl's breasts; they were large by any normal standard, but too small for the Pasha. She was going to need some special feeding. "How old is she, fourteen?" asked the physician. "You are correct, as usual, sir doctor", smiled the assistant with a little bow. The physician walked round behind the tall, slim Swedish girl, resting a hand on her buttocks. The assistant matron placed a hand between the girl's thighs, and waggled it about to make her spread her legs. The matron produced her bunch of keys, unlocked the little silver padlock, and skilfully unthreaded the stainless steel clips securing the plump, fleshy pussy lips. "There you are, doctor!" she said in triumph, presenting the girl's ornaments like a magician. Immediately, like a spring flower in the sunshine, the labia began to open, as if in joyous celebration of their release. The pink interior gleamed with moisture, and the girl's impressive clitoris thrust itself outward, forced into prominence by the gold ring which had been inserted behind it. The physician was ecstatic. "These labia are true prize-winners. The master will be keen to see these enlarged to the ultimate!" He moved along the line to Lucinda, who was tense, her eyes darting around her. She was standing as close as she could to Candi, behind her in the line. "What is this one's name? The physician asked. "Cinders", read Fatima, carefully, looking up at Lucinda for confirmation. "She is very young, younger than she looks, despited her splendid fullness", the physician said, walking round her and cupping a buttock gently. Lucinda jerked away with a cry. The physician kept his hand on her bottom, but pressed more gently, and smiled at the girl, who seemed to relax slightly. "Unlock this one, please!" The matron obliged. Unlike Erica's, Lucinda's pussy lips remained closed. Although the spectators watched closely and with great interest, they saw no change in the young girl's labia, even when the matron made her spread her legs. Eventually, the matron reached across and carefully separated the lips with her fingers, revealing the tight, pink flesh and the tiny love-bud. The photographer kneeled, focused carefully and the motor-wind whirred as the flash went off three times in rapid succession. "Eleven?" "Ten, doctor, although the dealer may have lied ..." "No, I believe him. But she is so well-nourished for a ten-year-old, I was unwilling to trust my own judgement." He turned away, satisfied. "Now, let's see this big one here!" And Latifa flicked away Candi's robe, bringing forth a gasp from the onlookers and a virtual firework display from the photographer. "This is Candi, she's thirteen", announced Fatima. "Wonderful, wonderful", said the physician, smiling at Candi. I imagine the Pasha will want her to be fattened up. She will be perfect for the role." He stepped forward and took Candi's left breast in both hands, lifting it so that it overflowed his hands. It appeared that he was holding a large watermelon. "These are magnificent", he murmured. "English?" "Yes, doctor." "They are well-nourished, these English girls. Next?" He came and stood at last before the small girl at the end. At a nod from the physician, Latifa slowly untied the robe and peeled it away from Kitty's shoulders, before unveiling her like a statue. A great cry rang out. Despite her fear and apprehension, Kitty was unable to suppress a smile of triumph. The crowd waited in expectation, but eventually, a matron had to nudge the photographer in the ribs as he crouched, transfixed, too stunned to take pictures. "We are in the presence of history", cried the physician, "I can retire completely fulfilled. Once I have examined this creature, that is ...! I am sure the Pasha will be overjoyed to accept these four magnificent young animals!" ********** The Pasha was summoned, and the girls were revealed to him one by one, which pleased the Pasha, for he, too, shares a sense of theatre with the physician. The dealer was then allowed to state his case directly to the Pasha. After all, it is the Pasha who pays. The dealer was a large man in a blue Western-style lightweight linen suit. He inclined his head to the Pasha. "Your excellency, these four girls represent the very pinnacle of feminine beauty and voluptuousness." The dealer changed smoothly to English to describe the girls. "Here, we have youthfulness combined with fullness of form", he indicated Cinders, blushing and looking down at the floor. "Erica has slimness and magnificent sexual ornaments; Candi is wondrously full-breasted for a thirteen-year-old girl, as well as possessing 'that certain something you can't quite put your finger on', as the English say. And of course, there is Kitty. Possibly, Kitty has the biggest breasts in the world. Possibly not. All that is certain is that Kitty belongs to your excellency by divine right. And also by divine left!" In Arabic again, he went on. "My price reflects the magnificence of the merchandise you see before you. In fact, in the case of Erica, I have another client who has expressed more than a passing interest in her for her wondrous labia, her phenomenal clitoris. He has already offered me a sum considerably in excess of the usual rate for a Scandinavian blonde female." The Pasha was walking slowly up and down the line of girls, scrutinising them minutely. He turned to the dealer. "You would threaten me with a rival bidder?" his voice was neutral, but bore an implied menace. "Not threaten, excellency, but I would only acknowledge that each Pasha has his 'specialities'. I would never dream of offering Kitty to another Pasha, but Erica ... she may be more fully appreciated elsewhere ...!" "I am aware of Pasha Hakim and his liking for the ultimate in large sex parts. But I do not wish even to think of any of these girls going elsewhere. They complement each other admirably. They are a perfect set. And if Erica is a little under-developed here and there, we have ways ..." At last, the master took his seat on the small throne reserved for him in the reception suite. "I have decided", he announced in his soft voice, and we all hung on his every word. "Erica", he pointed to her, and she physically jumped in alarm at being addressed directly by the Pasha. Perhaps she thought she was rejected and would be cast out of the harem into the streets of the town. The Pasha spoke again, in English this time, and the eyes of all the girls widened. "She certainly needs considerable breast enlargement. Well, she has come to the right place! Please use the new injections, doctor!" And of course, you will enlarge and develop these excellent sex parts to the fullest! If you will, please use mechanical enlargement as well as the full course of injections on young Erica's ornaments. You will speak with the engineer?" "Now, little Cinders! A sweet morsel, and only ten years old, Doctor? Cinders has fine breasts, but the Creator has stopped short of perfection. Perhaps He has not yet had time to finish His work! We will assist Him. Enlarge her breasts as for Erica, the new injections and the full program to follow. And her lower regions, too. Make her full in the butt as well as the breast. But let us keep her middle small. In fact, she is pleasingly fleshy in the waist right now. It is no more than puppy fat. Allow her to become smaller in the middle. Much smaller! It will give even greater emphasis to the opulence above and below!" "Now, the dark one, Candi. Feed her well, yes? If necessary, to retain her proportions, you may enlarge her breasts a little. But in two weeks I would like her to be as big as a camel. A pregnant camel!" and those of the assembled staff who understood English chuckled at the Pasha's jest. There was a buzz of voices and another laugh as the remark was translated, and the Pasha good-naturedly waited for silence. "And finally, the magnificent Kitty!" Again Kitty smiled at the approval in the master's voice. Without a pause, the Pasha changed to slightly accented Swedish. "You are a beautiful creature, Kitty!" He spoke in English again. "Kitty is only twelve, yet she has easily the biggest natural breasts I have seen in thirty years. And her sex toys are as fine as those of her other friend from Sweden. I wish to see them made even more beautiful, by whatever means is necessary." "But let us not delude ourselves. It is Kitty's vast breasts which make her almost unique! Doctor! Make her breasts the biggest in the world. The biggest in the entire Universe. Feed her a special diet. Give her injections. Double the dose, triple it. Multiply it by ten. Can you do this? I want this girl to have bigger breasts than any woman in history! Let it be done! I will see all four of them again in a week. Next Monday morning let it be, then!" And the Pasha rose, and we all bowed our heads as he swept out, his mighty erection throbbing in his baggy trousers like a python on the loose. Chapter 13:- Stern Measures Usually, I would not take the trouble to observe the early stages of the treatment of new arrivals. I always find it becomes so much more interesting later on. Yet something of the drama of the arrival of yesterday's group excited me so much that I stayed in the physician's quarters to see what happened next. The physician remarked on my presence with a wry comment. "Hassan has seen something special, I wager, for him to be here for the first day's work on our new arrivals. We would not normally see you until the second week!" We were standing in the central lobby of the physician's quarters. Doors led off in all directions from this cool, high-ceilinged room. Over there, the sick bay, where girls are treated for everyday illnesses and discomforts. With a hundred young girls, there are bound to be a few with common diseases, although the majority are extremely fit and well. Next to the sick bay, the maternity room, where the babies are born. At the moment, the room is empty, mercifully, as I cannot stand the thought of pain. Leading off from the maternity room is a sleeping room where pregnant women await their time of delivery. The physician tells me there are five girls in there at the moment. Later, I will take a look in there, as there is a young Turkish woman who is expecting triplets, so the physician tells me. By the look of her, she will not have any difficulty feeding them! But that is later. Next to the maternity room comes the main entrance doorway, leading to and from the rest of the harem buildings, with a corridor leading to the administrative and domestic sections. (Another corridor, normally locked, leads to the girls' sleeping and living quarters, and the Pasha's private suite.) But it is on the the other side of this main entrance doorway that most of the interest lies for me today. For here are the weighing and measuring rooms. As each new arrival is received, she is provided with a personal file or dossier which is kept locked in a huge cabinet until a girl goes for treatment in the physician's quarters. At the moment, we are busy transferring this data to computer, which will make the whole business of regularly updating each girl's record go so much more smoothly. We were fearful for some time of suggesting the purchase of a computer to replace our present system, which contains handwritten records going back two hundred years. In the end, the Pasha suggested it himself after watching a clerk busily updating all the records in a girl's file, only to have to delete everything that he had written five minutes later when he discovered that the girl had been sold. The dossiers of the four girls were here on the desk of the weighing and measuring room office. A clerk was filling the full names of the girls in the brand new folders. I scanned through the files. So far, the only data was the weight of each girl, along with today's date. There were dozens of vacant spaces waiting to be filled in, for height, and for the circumference of each girl's bust, chest, waist and hips. Other columns allowed for the circumference of thighs, calves and ankles, wrists, arms and neck, the breasts themselves at the point where they joined the chest, as well as at their fattest point. Then there were spaces for the length of the breasts, the diameter, colour and texture of the areolae and a host of details of the nipples. Each girl's sex organs were documented in the same detail, lengths of her slit, its distance from her anus and her navel, and the full dimensions of her clitoris. The same detail went into the weight of the girl, with various parts being weighed by displacement of water, the most important of these being the breasts. And each of these weights and measurements had to be filled in regularly, depending on the nature of the treatment being received. In the case of today's new girls, who were all to receive some form of breast enlargement, a complete set of weights and measurements would be required every day, and in the case of those having enlargement by injection, these figures were taken morning and night. Much work for the clerks, you see. Much work also for the physician and his staff, especially as the girls are new, and do not know what is required of them. Later, if they are co-operative, they can be weighed and measured in half the time. As I watched, the harem photographer came in, carrying a bundle of prints. These would have been the first photographs of the four new girls, taken from in front, from the side and from the rear, standing upright as well as bending forward from the waist. These photographs would be attached to each girl's file, and others would be taken to record every aspect of her development as it progressed. The photographer had his own darkroom, producing prints from 7,500 negatives each week. He employed five girl assistants, and a two man video team to record the more interesting events and procedures in full detail. I peered through the door of the measuring room, where the video team were recording the initial measuring of the oldest of the girls, the Swede, Erica. Each time a measurement was taken, the figure was called out to the clerk, who wrote it in the appropriate space. 'Left ankle', 20, I heard, and saw the clerk bend over the form and repeat the incantation. Then, 'left calf, 38'; 'below right knee, 30'; and so on. I wandered through an archway into the weighing room. Here, the dark-haired girl, Candi, stood with her breasts bared before a stainless-steel container. Holding the hand of an assistant, she bent forward from the waist, lowering one breast carefully into the warm water. A small flood of water spilled over the sides of the inner container into the outer one. She straightened up and someone handed her a towel to wipe her breast. The assistant took a large measuring jug and poured water from it into the inner container until it just exactly reached the top. He held the jug up to the light. '3.45 litres, the left breast' said a voice. I could convert that easily enough into kilograms, even though maths has never been my chosen subject. I had turned away, distracted by something else, at the moment the girl was standing with her right breast in the container. There was a sudden disturbance which made me jerk back to see what was going on. The girl had suddenly dunked her breast deep into the vat, displacing masses of water and drenching the assistants who were doing the measuring. "Call the Chief Matron", one of the assistants shouted, slapping Candi resoundingly across her rump. The slap echoed round the high ceilinged room, and those who hadn't yet heard the disturbance heard the slap. Candi gave a yelp, but when I looked at her, she was standing there, water dripping from her breasts down on to her shaven pubes. She had an insolent grin on her face. Once she was tamed, she would be a fine girl. The master likes a girl with spirit. Firstly, though, she needed to be tamed. Fatima came into the measuring chamber and a hush fell as everyone saw her commanding figure. She approached Candi, and the girl's expression changed slightly. The ghost of a grin was still there, but fading fast. Fatima said nothing, just glaring at Candi. They must have stood there for twenty seconds in silence, before Candi dropped her gaze, blushing. "Secure her lead!" commanded Fatima in a quiet voice full of menace. An assistant matron stepped forward with a leather thong, of the type used by Western people to exercise their dogs, but longer, about three metres in length. At its end was a small clip, which the assistant attached to the gold ring behind Candi's clitoris. "Aaah", thought Candi, "so that's what it's for!" The shock made the girl's mouth drop open in pain and humiliation as the assistant jerked the lead tight. Candi, having no wish to have her clit pulled off, had no option but to follow, her bare feet pattering with tiny steps and her breasts bouncing heavily as she strove to maintain her balance on the marble floor. She was pulled in front of Fatima, and stood, breathing heavily, her eyes instantly bright with tears. "Now, my dear", and Fatima's voice was little more than a whisper. "You can struggle and your pussy will finish up on the end of that dog-lead. Do you think you are going to enjoy that? You enjoy pain, do you? Or you can be a good girl and co-operate. It is your choice." She turned to the assistant, whose robe was splashed with water. "What happened, here?" "Madam, we had measured her left breast. Then when we tried to do her right one, she almost dived in, and splashed us." Fatima nodded, and turned to Candi, a flicker of a smile on her lips, which was not lost on Candi. "Get back on the platform, naughty Candi, while we measure your right breast", she ordered quietly. "And behave yourself, or you will be treated like the little English she-dog you seem to wish to be." Candi took a hesitant step toward the apparatus again, and the assistant slackened the lead to let her go. The measurement of the right breast proceeded normally after that, and we all sighed with relief, although many of us had felt a sort of horrified thrill at Candi's brief show of defiance. ********** I had an appointment with the Master later, but there was still time to watch the measuring of a girl's breasts. This was always my favourite part of the reception process. I had hoped to see the amazing Kitty being measured, but when I went into the measuring chamber, I found it was Cinders, the very young English girl. "Have you measured Kitty yet?" I enquired of the physician. His eyes twinkled. "What, measure Kitty's breasts and not tell you first? You think I am heartless as well as mad? No, we will measure her tomorrow morning, as soon as the new equipment is ready." "Equipment? What is this equipment?" He pointed to a table on which the girl Cinders was sitting. "It is not yet complete, the engineer will be finishing it off later today. Come and see." We watched as a matron showed Cinders the correct position to adopt, face down on the table with her breasts hanging downwards through an aperture. Cinders's breasts being young and very firm, they didn't hang down very far, but the physician crouched down and pointed to them as they hung below the table. "See, the breasts hang through the slot. We measure the length of them that way, rather than with the girl standing upright, which can give misleading results when the breasts are very pendulous. Not a problem with Cinders. Not yet, anyway!" I watched as the matron held a tape measure beside the girl's breast, measuring the length of it as it dangled. "Left, 150", she said, and the clerk wrote it down, "and 155 right". Grunting, she struggled to her feet, holding the side of the table. The matron was, well, matronly, with huge breasts and hips, and a round belly. She stood panting as the physician thanked her. "Tomorrow, Hassan, we will be able to avoid all this unpleasant bending. The table will be fully operational." "What will the table do?" I asked him. "There will be two handles on this side, here. By turning one handle, we will raise and lower one or other of this pair of small platforms beneath the table, down there. These platforms are wound upwards until they just touch the nipple as it hangs down. As soon as it is touching, a readout will appear on that screen, there, showing the length of the breast. We have one platform for each breast, so we get separate readings." "Ingenious!" I told him, which was what he wanted to hear. "But how will that save the matron from bending down, the table is still low to the ground?" "Too low for Kitty!" He smiled roguishly at me. "If young Kitty lay on that table, her breasts would reach the ground easily. No, we have another handle round here, which will raise the whole table from the ground. If ever it came to it, we would be able to measure breasts as long as 1500 millimetres! That's why we are waiting until the table is completed and working tomorrow to measure Kitty. Whatever you do, don't miss it!" "Miss it? I think I will just sit here and wait until it happens!" ********** Mansoor wheeled the Range Rover into the courtyard and switched off the engine. The hot metal pinged and clanked as it cooled in the shade of the palms. He headed toward the main entrance, then changed his mind and went into the side door leading to the staff quarters. "Mansoor! Mansoor, quickly!" Emily hissed at him. He glanced at her and nodded to the doorway ahead of him. The girls followed him inside and he closed the door after them. "We don't have long", he said urgently, "he will see the car in the yard if he comes out of his room". "We probably have ten minutes, Toots and Frida are sucking him off at the moment." The black girl hadn't wanted to service the Chief before she had her lunch, but had weakened when Emily offered her an extra slice of the bread pudding the cook had just learned to make. "Toots promised they could make it last." "They can make it last, but can *he*?" "Toots learned a lot in her time with the Pasha. She's an expert in most things already." Mansoor shuddered. "She's just a kid. She should still be playing with toys, not the Police Chief's official baton. Okay, five minutes, what's new?" Emily gripped his arm. "Caro wants to get away." Mansoor started to object but she stopped him. "No, not just get away, it's been tried before, I know. This is different. She wants to spring her friends!" Mansoor's face was puzzled. "Spring? What is this spring?" "She wants to get her friends out of the harem, and escape. Not just her. There's ..." "There's my sister, she's ten, and my brother, who's twelve, and my friend Candi from school. And the Swedish girls, friends of Frida's. I want to get them all out of there!" "Shit, how many's that?" Mansoor asked. "Five", said Caro. "Please, Mansoor!" He walked over to the window and looked out over the desert. Slowly he turned, silhouetted against the light. "Caro, you know I want to help. I would not prepared to risk everything to get one girl back to her mother. There is too much at stake. But this. It's different all right. Emily, I need to think. We will need detailed planning, resources, transport, food, shipping. I am building a network but it is not yet ready. What you say? I don' want to go off with half a cock?" "No", agreed Emily, "I can imagine you wouldn't. But you will think about this. Please?" "I'll see you tomorrow. No promises. But, yes, I will think." Chapter 14:- Fiendish Devices "They were dunking my tits in the water! A bloody liberty! What sort of perverts are they, these people?" Candi was stomping up and down, red-faced and angry. "What did you do?" whispered Erica, her eyes wide. She had heard the uproar in the adjoining room, and had seen the Chief Matron hurrying to the scene. "I waited 'til they told me to put my right one in - theyd' already done the left - then I sploshed it in as hard as it would go. He-heee! It made this fuckin' great splash! I got the two old girls, they were soaked right through!" "What did *they* do?" Candi's mood changed, she became less indignant, more subdued. "The Chief Matron came in and she said something to one of the old girls, and the old girl got this dog lead, and she hooked it on to this fuckin' ring they've stuck in my pussy, and she dragged me in front of the Matron. Like a dog! She nearly pulled my puss off. And she said something else to her, I think she was asking her what had happened. Then she talked to me in English, and said to get back and do as I was told. You know what? I think she was trying not to laugh. I reckon she could be all right, you know?" "The Chief Matron?" "Yes. Fatima, they call her. I bet she's a *real lesbian*!" "Like Miss Frodsham in the village?" said Lucinda, in a horror-struck voice. "Yeah!" "Gosh!" Cinders said. "I wonder if Fatima plays womens' cricket and hockey as well?" "I doubt if she needs to, she's got all the pretty girls she needs, right here, without going out looking for them!" ********** I find the weighing and measuring most exciting. I was in the physician's quarters in good time to see the arrival of the newcomers. I looked at the breast measuring table, now complete with its handles, and working. The engineer stood proudly beside his invention, nodding approvingly as I turned the large brass handle at one end. The whole top surface of the table rose smoothly into the air. The smaller, individual handles moved easily, silkily raising the two small platforms beneath the breast aperture, and the readouts on the computer screen flickered as the height changed. It all looked highly technical. I complimented the engineer on his machine. He swelled with pride. "Thank you, Hassan. But you should see my latest suction enlarging device for young Erica's sex parts! We had a fitting earlier. There is a great big suction cup that fits right around her crotch and her bottom. It had to be moulded in latex to fit her. Once it's in position, we pump the air out, and her ornaments become much enlarged. There are an extra pair of suction cups for her nipples! Three hours a day, combined with the doctor's injections ... Wha-hay!!" He grinned at the thought. "The girl said it feels nice, too. Fatima told me!" They were leading in the girls. In the next room, through the doorway, I saw the small English one about to have her breasts weighed. It was interesting to see how big she was for her tender age. I had spoken to the physician earlier about the new breast enlargement treatments he had devised. He likes nothing more than to explain such things to the layman. "Cinders and Erica are excellent examples. The older one is less developed than the younger. Yet when both receive the injections of this substance here" - and he showed me a thickish liquid which seemed to hang together, so that once you started to pour it, you couldn't stop - "the breasts or other parts will start growing immediately to the maximum size to which the genes of that person are programmed. We call it genetic updating. Erica, being slimmer, might not otherwise have fully developed until she reached thirty or forty years old, and her eating habits changed. Our Pasha cannot wait that long." "Then Erica would grow to whatever her maximum size would be, but how quickly?" "That depends. But not more than two days." "Two days! Then in two days, Erica will be as big as she will ever be?" "No, that's not what I said. She will be as big as she would ever be if she were allowed to develop naturally. Later, after two days, we will inject her with a *second* substance which will cause her to grow much more. There is a limit to the amount she will grow, and it may take days or weeks to discover this limit, but when you see Erica next week at this time, you will see a marked difference, I can assure you." "The Pasha will be seeing them on Monday", I reminded him. "He will notice a difference, no problem!" the physician said. He consulted his notes, trying to think of a way of explaining the new treatment. His face lit up. "You remember that little black girl we had last year? The stupid bitch who was dismissed after she bribed that scum dog of an assistant engineer to make a duplicate key to her padlock?" Did I remember? Teats, Tarts, or some such name. Little slut, only nine, maybe eight, and they'd given her such a gigantic pair of tits, she could hang them over her shoulders. A shame she'd had to leave us! She will have been killed, of course. The Pasha would make certain of that. A dreadful waste of a fine pair of tits. The physician went on, "when she was here, we hadn't quite perfected the genetic engineering we're working on now. Her tits got big, huge, even, but she was so small everywhere else that the effects spread. They wouldn't stay put just in her breasts, and she had started to get big all over. A pity we had to get rid of her, it would have been interesting to see how she would have shaped up with the new treatment, now it's been improved." He sighed, sounding tired. Erica was now about to be injected for the very first time. The physician made her sit in a chair while a matron held her breasts, one at a time. A fine needle was inserted into the end of the nipple, and the plunger pressed home fully. The process was repeated with the other breast. Then taking another syringe, he injected her in the region of the labia and the clitoris. Finally, the physician moved away, and the matron manipulated the girl's breasts thoroughly, seeming to enjoy it greatly. A second matron moved in to massage the girl's sex parts, which gave even more pleasure all round. They weren't going to get any bigger for a day or two, so I went to watch the weighing of Lucinda. Just as the dark girl had done, Cinders lowered her breasts one at a time into the water, while the amount displaced was carefully measured. Over the next few days, the amounts displaced would steadily grow. Right now, each of the young girl's breasts displaced 925 millilitres, very satisfying, for a ten-year-old! ********** "What's it like in the harem, Toots?" asked Caro. They had just left the bedroom of the Chief of Police, who was now snoring his head off, having fallen asleep while Toots had been sucking his tiny cock. "It's all right, they feed you plenty", said Toots, taking a huge bite out of a juicy pear. "And I was okay, 'cos I get plenty sex. Until they chuck me out." That wasn't very reassuring for Caro. "Is there much sex? Will my sister be doing it every night?" "Dunno! Once they gave me these big tits, I couldn't get enough. I need a lot of it now, and I play with with my t'ing all the time. But my pussy was all locked up in there. That's why I got the key made." "You did *what*?" "The inventor bloke. I got him to make me a key for my lock. I had to go suck him off twice a day for a week. Funny geezer, he'd got balls. They don't have them in there, the blokes, for some reason. Anyway, this inventor, he'd got balls, but hardly anything else. Even smaller than the Chief's!" She held up her little finger to indicate the size of the engineer's tool. It meant little to Caro, who hadn't seen many tools in her time, not even engineers' tools. "And they threw you out?" "Yeah. Mansoor said I was going to be taken away and shot, but the inventor and this other bloke in the harem, in the laundry or somewhere, made some sort of arrangement to sell me to the Chief of Police. That inventor, he soft on me, I reckon. Said I was the best suck-off he ever had. Mebbe de only one ..." she added, astutely. Emily had come in. "How's the Chief?" "Asleep. Toots was sucking him off, but he never even finished. She's been telling me about the harem, and why she was thrown out. Em, I've got an idea. When do we see Mansoor?" ********** It was now time for the highlight of my whole morning. Kitty was entering the measuring chamber, led by two black boys. They took her and stood her beside the measuring table. A vast-bosomed and heavily-built matron picked up a tape measure, and the clerk sat with pencil poised. The tape went round Kitty's hips, and the matron read out the measurement. "90 centimetres." The clerk, blank-faced, wrote it down on the form. "I will leave her legs and thighs until she is on the table", panted the matron, "now her waist. There, 62! and ... her chest, just below the breasts." This took some time, as the matron had to move the heavy breasts aside to lay the tape in position. She called for assistance, and the two boys sprang forward, lifting a breast each. At last, she was satisfied. "77", she called. The boys released Kitty's breasts. One boy lowered his carefully to her chest, but the other dropped his, and it flopped down to squash heavily against the girl's stomach, causing her to wince in discomfort. The matron scolded the boy, and he hung his head while the other one jabbed him in the ribs and grinned. She placed the tape around Kitty's back, at about the level where her breasts joined her body. She signalled for the better-behaved of the two boys to hold it there while she ran the tape down the fat, swollen side of one breast to the perky nipple, then across to the other nipple, then back up the other side to where it started. "196", she intoned, without emotion, but the clerk raised an eyebrow before writing the number down. "Now the circumference of each breast", she said, and encircled one breast as close as possible to the girl's rib-cage. Then the other one. Both were closely matched, at 45. She slid the tape down to the fattest point of the breast, which was below the girl's navel. Her left breast was 75, her right one, 77. She measured the nipples, pinching and squeezing them softly until they were fully erect, and 30mm long, then the diameter of the plump brown areolae, 160mm. Finally, the matron indicated that the girl should get up on to the measuring table, face down, and allow her breasts to hang down through the aperture. She quickly worked out what was needed from her, and lowered first one, then both massive breasts to dangle freely through the hole. The photographer moved in, and Kitty turned to give him a big smile as the camera flashed. The table was in its lowest position to allow the girl to climb on to it easily. Its top was no more than half a metre from the floor, and the two movable platforms were in their lowest positions. Kitty's breasts rested on the platforms and overflowed, squashing against the floor. "Oooh!" she complained. The marble floor was cold. The engineer stepped forward, filled with pride in his new apparatus. He spun the brass handle and the table top rose into the air, and Kitty's breasts gradually left the ground. When they were well clear, he wound the smaller handle controlling the right platform and raised it until it just touched the nipple of Kitty's right breast. He did the same with the left platform. We all studied the readouts, and shook our heads in amazement. The left breast was 67cm long. The right one was 72. Finally, the matron lowered the tape through the breast aperture and with the two boys helping her, she ran the tape around the full circumference of Kitty's bust in the hanging position. "215!" the matron read out, and there was a spontaneous burst of applause which, I noticed, made Kitty giggle delightedly. The physician was delighted, too. This girl is the biggest twelve-year old I have ever seen. In a couple of days, after the first injections, we will see what her full natural potential will be. Then we can *really* start to enlarge her. As well as the additional injections, we will try our most *special* diet. Although", he studied the measuring table, scratching his chin, the engineer may need to modify his new toy! ********** "We have the start of a plan". Mansoor eye's were bright in his lined brown face. "It is not complete, it needs much work. You will help?" "Of course!" the two girls sat by the fountain and looked up at the policeman in expectation. The other shift were keeping Zulfiqar occupied, and there was every indication that the Chief would be busy for another couple of hours at least. With any luck, he might be too tired afterwards to want them tonight, which would be an added bonus. "Right", he said. "We have an inside contact at the harem. It will take a day or two to get a message back and forth, and more time for him to arrange things on the inside. He's in the laundry. He will have to come out, too, for his own safety. First. How do you know that all your friends are at the same harem?" "We don't, of course", said Emily, "but we have to make an intelligent guess. Look, we know the Pasha's mad about very young girls with big tits. Look at Toots. We know that when Zulfiqar snatched Caro and Frida from the saleroom, there were just *our* girls left behind on the stand. Just the four of them. All of them are young, and big up top. Candi's enormous, and Kitty's apparently gigantic. Only Erica is borderline, but the guess is that they've all stayed together. We have to assume they have." "Okay. As you say, we make certain assumptions. It may take longer if we have to check up on them, but our contact could confirm they're all there. What about the boy?" "Nobody knows, but he was captured at the same time. He probably went to the same auction. He could be anywhere, but equally, he *could* be at the Pasha's place." "We'll make enquiries. Now the good news. The Pasha's got another weakness apart from young titties, apparently. He's a high-tech freak. A hundred channels of satellite TV in his boudoir. He's got a crazy engineer who designs these fantastic measuring machines just to monitor the growth of the girls. Would you believe it?" Mansoor shook his head in disgust. "Our contact has some kind of hold over the crazy engineer. He knows something and if he spills the vegetables, the engineer could be in deep trouble." "That would be the inventor Toots told us about, the one who made her the key to her pussy-lock," said Caro. "Ah, right", put in Emily, "I bet I know why the engineer owes our bloke a favour. Didn't she say he tried to blame his assistant for making the key, and got him fired?" "Fired might be the right word. They probably shot him. Him instead of the engineer", said Mansoor. "Anyway, they've installed a new computer network to keep all the records. Money no object, of course. Everything flown in from the States. It must have been interesting for the engineer who had the job of setting it all up!" "I wonder if it was worth getting his balls snipped off for, though but!" laughed Emily. "Still, where's the weak link there?" "The weak link was in getting himself connected to the outside world. They've got a modem connection to the Internet. We can now get messages in and out in a few minutes." Parts I to III were posted in alt.sex.stories at weekly intervals before this episode. They are also available from ftp.netcom.com /pub/ac/acotto/stories Alternatively, contact gspot@online.nildram.co.uk