SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART V 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 V by Infidel Dog Chapter 15:- The Full Treatment By next morning, the whole harem was agog to see the results of the first stage of enlargement of the newcomers. In fact, we expected little. Only twenty-four hours had elapsed since the physician had administered the injections. I confess, I was sceptical of this new treatment. Surely, I reasoned, if flesh can be added so quickly, would it not so quickly melt away? Would these girls' breasts be nothing more than a nine days' wonder? The physician assured me otherwise. "The new first injection is not a breast food. That comes later. It is genetic updating. You remember the term? It alters the nature of the patient's gene structure. Or, rather, it optimises it! But we shall see shortly. Here come the first of the girls now!" I accompanied him as he examined the first two girls. These were Erica, the older Swedish girl who had been selected for breast development and the enlargement of her sex parts. She was followed by little Lucinda. They both wore their harem clothes now, and, was it my imagination, or were there already some signs of extra development? It was certainly *not* my imagination! Even the physician was amazed and pleased beyond measure. In only one day, the Swedish girl had developed incredibly. Erica, whose bust circumference had been a mere 100cm yesterday, was this morning 112! She seemed bewildered by her new fullness, yet somehow not displeased. This was truly a remarkable new treatment! The injections had also made a difference between Erica's legs! As two matrons attended her, she leaned backwards with her bottom against a padded bench and her legs parted. One matron unlocked the girl's little padlock and deftly extracted the clips, then she held the labia apart with her fingers. Erica's clitoris was like a little boy's cock, fully 90 mm long. The folds of her pussy lips hung down between her thighs even longer than that. She had so much flesh down there, she was going to need a new padlock and clips. The physician was already having a word with the infibulatrice. She had been hastily summoned as soon as he had noticed the improvement in Erica's lower parts. "See", he showed the infibulatrice, inserting his fingers between Erica's thighs. Slipping his hand around behind her clitoris, he tossed it gently in his palm so it bounced up and down. "She's so big now, this is nearly as big as my cock! But you'll have to take my word for that", he added, and the woman giggled, her hand across her mouth. "And these lips are so huge, well, you can see what's happened. Have you a better design of closure than these clips?" The matron knelt and inspected Erica minutely. The Swedish girl was becoming aroused by all the handling. She bit her lip as she felt a trickle of moisture run down her thigh. Without thinking, the infibulatrice wiped it off with an index finger and slipped it into her mouth. "I can lace her up. It's best for these who suddenly get big. That's the trouble, you never know when they've stopped growing. Although if these don't stop growing soon, she'll be falling over them! We'll go for a silver chain, laced up through three or four eyelets either side. We can always add more holes, and fit a longer chain." She produced a piece of chain and showed it to the physician. "See, that's the stuff. Solid silver, and really fine. I have plenty of it in the stores. Her lock needn't be changed, which will save a lot of paperwork over the key numbers." "Sounds okay to me", said the physician. "We'll be sending her down to you later today, then!" Much aroused, I thought it was time to see what was happening on the breast measurement table. The younger girl, Cinders, was looking around with wide eyes, as if unable to comprehend what had happened to her body. I could see the reason for her confusion. Her bust, previously having a circumference of 96cm, now topped 125, while her breasts, which had hung down 150 and 155mm below the table, now lit up the readouts at 252 and 285mm! She was a splendid creature now, and rendered even more superb for me by the two huge new gold rings in her nipples. She didn't seem too sure about them, though! The big dark-haired girl, Candi, whose bust had originally had a circumference of 122cm, now reached 155. But it was in the weighing chamber that Cinders and Candi showed most improvement. The ten-year-old, whose breasts had displaced 925ml yesterday, now had to carry an extra half a kilo on each breast. And big Candi's total body weight, which yesterday had been 63kg, had already blossomed to 80kg! And finally, of course, there was Kitty. The Swedish youngster was attended by four young black boys. I had a feeling they had been provided as Kitty's breast carriers. At this early stage in her development, she would not need them, but later, who could tell? For now, the boys walked by her side; slowly, for Kitty was unused to her already remarkably enlarged breasts. She looked down at them as she walked, watching fascinated as they swayed massively from side to side, occasionally bumping together in the middle, sometimes losing their rhythm and swinging uncontrollably to the sides, so she and the boys had to catch them and hold them steady. She went straight to the measuring table, which had been lowered to its fullest extent. She climbed on top of it, and the engineer, who had made this part of the procedure his very own, wound the handle until the table was around waist high. Only then did Kitty, smiling shyly at the assembled crowd, turn face down and lower her breasts one at a time through the aperture. Everyone gasped as they dangled down, stretching to their full length. Quickly and accurately, the engineer wound the twin breast platforms up until they just made contact with Kitty's elongated nipples, and as the camera flashed, all eyes were raised to the readouts. We remembered yesterday's figures, and amazed gasps went up as we observed that the left breast was now 84cm, the right one, 90cm. Now, the Matron came forward with her tape measure, and confirmed Kitty's circumference as 265 cm, which compared interestingly with her bust circumference of 230cm, measured in a standing position! The rest of the girl's measurements were taken and the details filled in, then she was allowed to leave the chamber. I walked as casually as I could to the clerk's desk and inspected the book. Kitty's height was 155cm, her waist was slightly bigger than yesterday, at 68cm, her hips had increased to 99. More than satisfactory! ********** Mansoor was excited. It was unusual for him to show much emotion, but today he was almost hopping around. "We got a message from the Harem. Your girls are all there! We don't know about the boy, but the Pasha bought all the girls. They're undergoing treatment now!" "Treatment?" Caro was horrified. "What's wrong with them? They can't be ill already, they've only just arrived at the place." "Treatment, Caro, means they're having a taste of what Toots had done to her!" Mansoor's face was grave. "It's one good reason to get them out as soon as possible." "You mean they're having their boobs enlarged?" Caro blushed when she mentioned it. "Almost certainly that, and possibly something more. Now we have contact, we will find out the full details. But our laundry technician can only get to the computer at certain times, so we have to be patient. So far, we know they're all there, they're in touch with each other, and they're all well. But we also know, the doctor has a new treatment which acts very speedily. Perhaps, in a month or so, you will not recognise your friends ...", he stopped, cursing himself for saying too much. "We will need to get in within another week." He took out a notebook and pencil. "Anyway, we will start preparation. Emily, can you drive a car?" "Oh, come on, Mansoor, ah'm sixteen. You're not allowed to drive for another year." "Not in England, maybe. This afternoon, you will learn to drive the Rover! It is easy, you will soon learn." Emily opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind. You just had to go along with Mansoor when he got a head of steam on like this. "Caro, can you draw pictures?" "Mansoor, what has this got to do ...!" Emily started, but Caro was nodding. "I'm good at art. It's my best subject. But why ...?" "Can you draw your sister, your brother, your friends? Good picture, so a stranger can recognise? Just their faces, in case their bodies are made different?" "I can have a go. I mean, I can keep trying until I get it to look right." "Good girl! Frida. We will need somone to look after communications. You can learn to operate the radio. It's okay, is not technical! You just speak and listen, and remember who everyone is, and where. You will be in the car all the time. Okay?" Frida obviously didn't think so, but she nodded slowly. Mansoor's face lit up in a smile and he patted her under the chin. "It's all right, kid, we'll get them out, somehow." He looked at his watch. "Right, His Eminence will be waking up soon, and he'll need a ride to headquarters. Then I'll check the e-mail." ********** Candi was finding it difficult to get her pants on, yet again. The harem pants were supposed to be loose and baggy, but Candi was amazed at the amount of weight she had put on in only four days since they had arrived at the harem. She was sure she hadn't been eating that much more than usual. Yet the roll of fat round her waist was now too big to hold in one hand. Her thighs were just as bad, she could grab a handful of flesh at the side of each. Her face felt fat and puddingy; she had always had a bit of a double chin, but she had three now. She could get a bigger pair of pants from Fatima tomorrow, but that would be her third new pair this week. The only bright part of it all was that her breasts had simply *ballooned* in size! They kept weighing and measuring them here, and the last time they'd been measured, her bust had been 180 cm, which she worked out as 71 inches. So her bust had grown twenty-three inches in just under two weeks! The kids at school were going to love this when they saw her. When! Candi didn't cry very often, but a lump grew in her throat, and tears trickled down her plump face, dripping on to the silken tops of her monster boobs. She sat down and in a few minutes was crying her eyes out. Erica found her sitting there on the steps, and was shocked. Candi was the strong one, the one who kept them all going. If *she* lost her spirit, what hope was there for the rest of them? None of them had been allowed any contact with the other inmates yet, for some reason which had not been explained, so they were thrown very much into each other's company. She squatted beside Candi, uncomfortably aware of her padlock where it dangled between her thighs. She had felt so indescribably *horny* lately, since arriving here. She was permanently wet. Her pussy was getting these enormous dangling lips - obviously because of something they'd injected her with, as well as that infernal milking machine - and her clit was as big as a cock, for Chrissakes! Where was it going to end? Her breasts, too, while nowhere near the size of the other girls - especially now the others had grown so much - were nevertheless getting pretty huge. They hung heavily, squashing against the tops of her plump thighs as she hunkered down next to her big dark-haired friend. Candi looked up at her, her eyes puffy and swollen. She immediately buried her face in Erica's shoulder, and the Swedish girl felt herself shudder with the start of yet another spontaneous orgasm. Lucinda was coming back from the measuring room. She knew her way back on her own now, so the matron no longer accompanied her. She found her two friends hugging each other on the steps, and could hear Candi sobbing. She stood on the marble steps below them, looking up into Erica's face, tears already forming in her own eyes in sympathy. Her two friends had become much, much bigger, but her own breast development had been simply staggering. Even that doctor who had injected her had gasped this morning at the sight of them! They weighed 4kg each now, and they certainly felt it. The things had a will of their own. If she stood up too quickly, she toppled forwards. Sometimes, she felt as if she couldn't stand up at all! And these great big gold rings in the ends. Every time she brushed against anything, and she did so quite a lot, being unused to the size of the things, these rings went 'clunk', and although it didn't hurt, not really, it felt so *rude* for some reason, between her legs. She was feeling so *rude* all the time, now. It made her feel almost sick, sometimes. She went up the two steps, and sat on the opposite side of Candi, resting her head on her friend's plump shoulder. Under the eye of the video camera, Kitty climbed off the breast measuring table, with one little black boy carefully supporting each of her breasts until she was safely upright. She started to progress into the new girls' living quarters, the boys now holding her breasts in their arms. It was a strange sensation for her, as her breasts, always sensitive, now seemed to feel every tiny vibration as the boys' feet pattered on the marble floor, taking two little trotting steps to every careful one of hers. Her nipples, which had been fitted with small gold rings, were permanently erect. Those nipple rings were put to some use as well. For three hours each day, weights were hung on them, which dragged her whole breasts down to a great length, and stretched the nipples enormously. and if she held the nipples between her thumb and two fingers, they protruded beyond her fingers: they had to be at least 5 cm long, and so thick, too. The bizarre little convoy came upon the three girls crying on the steps and the boys automatically stopped, like a pair of guide dogs. They looked up at Kitty, then when she nodded, they carefully lowered her breasts until they rested against her thighs. She held her elbows against the sides of them and moved carefully forward until she had come up behind her three friends. Then she carefully got down on to her knees, her breasts cascading down on either side of her thighs to rest on the cold floor, then spread her arms wide to hold all three of them in an embrace. "Don't cry, please, I love you all! Don't cry, I can't stand it!" but her voice cracked and tears poured down her cheeks, then took the long journey down the slopes of her giant breasts to the floor. The two little black boys stood and looked at each other in wonderment. Suddenly, Candi sat up straight. "Look at us lot!" she croaked. "Look at us! Sitting here bawling our eyes out instead of cheering ourselves up. We've got to; nobody else will do it for us. We'd better stop feeling sorry for ourselves and start looking on the bright side. For a start, my tits have grown twenty-three inches, and shit, I was the biggest girl in the whole school even before I came out here!" "Erica, you've got the biggest puss I've ever seen, and the biggest clittie! Kitty, you are one in a billion! And Cinders, little Cinders. When you get home, the boys are going to go crazy for you. You'll be the only girl in your class with solid gold nipple rings! We're all *special*." Uncertainly at first, they began to laugh. Erica said what was in their minds. "It's time to count your blessings, okay?" "Okay!" ********** Behind an archway, in the shadows, a short, stocky figure watched the little group of new girls. He smiled to himself, then melted away in the direction of the harem laundry. Chapter 16:- The Inspection It was the morning of the Pasha's second inspection of the four new girls. This was to be a great occasion, as it was the first opportunity of the staff to demonstrate their new skills, their new machines and their new expertise in medical science. Over the week since their arrival, I had kept a daily eye on the progress of the girls, and I was truly staggered by the results, despite all I had seen over the years! Each day, as the injections continued, the tale told by the weighing apparatus, the measuring machine and the mountains of photographs became more and more outrageous. I must confess, I found myself wondering if the physician had not gone a little too far with the strength of the injections! "So, Doctor", he had come in just as I was thinking about him. "The big day at last!" "They're all big days for me", he said, "but I'll be happier when the morning's over. These girls are proving to be more than a handful." They were getting to be more than a truckful, I thought, but kept my thoughts to myself. The Pasha announced that he had no wish to interrupt the important program of work, so he would make his inspection at noon, after measurements had been completed for the day. After the inspection, the girls would go off for their various treatments. "How is the treatment going?" I asked him. "Very satisfactorily! In fact, they're all growing much faster than anticipated. It's not a problem, but I have carried out a precautionary analysis on the injection chemicals, in case of any errors in the mixing process. The results are due this afternoon." "Are *all* the new girls affected?" "In some way, yes. It appears to be the breast food injections which are suspect. The genetic engineering went very well indeed. Erica and Cinders turned out exactly as predicted. Young Candi was obviously going to be enormously fat later in life, and she has effectively shown that by her immense weight gain in only four or five days of treatment. And of course, Kitty was still a growing girl, despite coming here with such a gigantic pair of tits! She's one of those miraculous freaks of nature." "Well, then, where's the problem?" "We started all four of the girls on breast growth food injections as soon as their genetic updates were complete. The results have been rather excessive!" "And *this* is a problem?" "Not for the Pasha! For him there is no such thing as 'too big'! But I am worried, I must confess." It all made me more than anxious to see the girls, and to witness their weighing and measuring. Now, I know, few readers will share my interest in statistics. Fatima tells me I am obsessed with numbers. Therefore, I propose not to bore the reader with tedious details of the weights and measurements of the girls. Instead I will place them in a section of their own, where they can be ignored by those who do not share my obsessions! ********** Caro and Emily sat alone by the fountains as the sun went down. Zulfiqar was being attended to by Toots and the other two young girls. Frida was helping Big-H repairing some clothes. It was a never-ending task, keeping the girls looking respectable in flimsy harem clothing. And the Chief of Police was still intent on building up his harem by foul means or fouler. He was unhappy about the quality of girls he was allowed to steal from the dealers in return for turning a blind eye to the slave auctions. But he figured that he could make up for lack of beauty and breast size by sheer numbers. And he always had Toots, of course, who had enough titty for twenty girls. "Are you sure you still want to go ahead with this, pet?" Emily asked. "You know how dangerous it's going to be. Not just the operation, and God knows, that's going to be dangerous enough. You've still got to get out of the country, all of you!" "I've got to do it, Em. What choice is there?" "You could stay here with me. I don't know what I'll do when you're gone, and I'm stuck here with Toots and the others. And Zed's going to be even worse once you've done the dirty on him." "Come with us, Em. You'll be coming along on the rescue, anyway. You might as well join us when we run for the coast. We'll all get away together, back to England!" "And then what?" "What do you mean?" "Once we get back to England, then what? I've got nothing, nobody. I'm better off here." "Come home with us. Mum and Dad will have room for you. We'll all live together at East Longshott Down ..." "An' we'll all live happily ever after, right? Shit, Carolyn, it's not like that. You think *you'll* be the same after all this? You'll go back to school, just like that, as if you'd never been away? What're you going to write when you do your essay, 'What I Did On My Holidays'? Whatever you write, luvvie, they're not going to give you an A minus if you say you got involved in a sex slave racket, got snatched from a kinky Pasha by an even kinkier Chief of Police, and then staged a daring rescue bid to snatch your sister, your brother and your friend from the jaws of a top-security harem! What sort of a pratt's going to believe a story like that, eh?" "They'd believe me if you came home as well, Em." "Ah think yer mad, pet! But I'll say one thing, if sheer bloody nerve is going to help in this little rescue, yer've got enough to get the whole shittin' harem back to East Longshott Down. You could probably kidnap the Pasha as well!" and she hugged the younger girl round the shoulders so she wouldn't see the tears streaming down her cheeks. Mansoor found them like that ten minutes later. He coughed, standing at the doorway. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but ..." "Mansoor!" shouted Emily, "what's the news?" "It's go. We can go in there tomorrow night, arriving Wednesday morning. Our contact - we'd better call him Adnan from now on - Adnan has even sent us a map, showing where the girls are situated. It's all on there, laundry, kitchens, medical quarters, everything. And there's a copy of the treatment schedule the girls are on at the moment." Caro's face darkened. "What is this treatment, Mansoor? If you know, please tell us. It will be better coming from you, someone we can trust." Caro blushed and looked at her feet. Mansoor looked at his feet as well. "Look. The Pasha is a big breast fanatic. He injects the girls with chemical substances to increase the size of their breasts. Dramatically increase them. They'll have been on the treatment for at least a week by the time we get in there. That's time to have made quite a difference to your friends, Caro." "Only a week?" "By what I've heard, that's more than enough. Just be ready for a shock, that's all. You know little Toots? Apparently, they can produce something like her in a few days, now!" Caro thought about that sort of thing happening to Cinders, and buried her face in her hands. "At least, you'll be seeing them again, pet. We'll get them out of there", and Emily put an arm round her again. "All of them." "What about Piers?" Caro sat up and stared at Mansoor. "If they sent you a map, where are the boys' quarters?" "The map didn't mention boys. But we've got one more night to get in touch. Did you finish those drawings of your family, and Candi?" Caro nodded. "They're not very good. It's hard to draw people from memory. But I think they're as close as we'll get." "Let's have them. Especially the one of the boy. If we scan that and mail it over, Adnan can have a look around. Right, a few last details for tomorrow night, then we'll be all ready. I'll be calling to collect you at midnight, and we'll pile into the van and drive until we're ten kilometres from the harem ..." ********** NON-STATISTICALLY-INCLINED READERS MAY IGNORE THIS SECTION I stood in the measuring chamber beside the clerk's desk. The clerk had become used to my presence, and had now turned the computer monitor so we could both see it. Yes, during the past week, we had extended our computer system to include the input of weight and measurement data. Erica, always the first of the girls every morning, was being measured. The camera's flash provided vivid glimpses of the scene as the matrons fussed around the Swedish girl with the tape measure. When she had joined the harem, a week ago, I had been unimpressed with the size of Erica's breasts. The physician had been confident, however, of a considerable increase in size. As usual, he was quite correct. I should have known better than to doubt him. But I could also share his doubts about the breast food injections. The girl's original weight had been 51 kg, but it had now gone up to 63 kg. From a bust circumference of 100 cm, she had reached 134 cm, having been on breast food injections for two days now. Even more spectacular was the development of her sex parts. Her clitoris now dangled like a penis petween her plump thighs, and the amazingly exaggerated labia hung down even further. The sight of Cinders now gave me an erection every morning! The physician had taken the Pasha's instructions very seriously, and the ten-year-old English girl now had 35 kg more to carry around, and at least 20 kg of that was hanging from her chest! From her original measurements of 96-64-85 centimetres, she was now an incredible 184-56-100! Her breasts, on the measuring table, now hung down fully 520 cm. She was still painfully shy in the presence of the members of the measuring staff, hanging her head, and keeping her eyes lowered. Candi, the large, dark-haired English girl, was now magnificently plump. Originally 63 kg, she was now 126 kg! Impossible? Not at all, although the development of the big girl's breasts verged on the improbable. Those twin monsters now weighed 17 kg each, and her measurements had reached 240-145-165 cm, and counting! And Kitty, dear Kitty! The physician had taken literally the Pasha's order to inject Kitty with a massive overdose of the breast injections. The effect was devastating! The Pasha had wanted the biggest breasts in the Universe. He'd probably succeeded already. Supported wherever she went by a team of six breast handlers, Kitty's gargantuan 55 kg of breast-flesh gave her measurements of a mind-blowing 355-70-100 centimetres! All in all, I thought, the Pasha would be impressed! ********** Punctuality is the courtesy of kings. And of Pashas. He swept into the medical quarters as the clock struck noon. The girls had all been weighed and measured and Fatima had them lined up waiting for the master's arrival. Their knees were knocking. Little Cinders was holding big Candi's hand. Erica was next to Kitty, whose breast handlers stood ready close by in case she needed to be moved. They all wore brand new clothes, pants and tops, straight from the seamstresses department, and they looked magnificent. As I suppose they should do, with an average age of about thirteen and a combined bust measurement of well over nine metres! But then, I *would* think that, being a dedicated tit-man! You could feel the tension as the physician greeted the Pasha, who was deliberately not looking at the girls. He would not look at them until he was re-introduced to each one formally by the physician. It was a little game he liked to play. And now, the master was ready to start playing. Fatima received the signal from the physician, and grasping Erica by the wrist, she led the girl in front of the Pasha. He greeted her courteously, inclining the head, and she performed a little curtsey, like a girl meeting a Queen. Fatima had been teaching them this skill over the last couple of days. Then, totally dispelling any illusions of young girls being presented to royalty, Fatima snapped her fingers and Erica shrugged her top off her shoulders and dropped it on the marble floor, quickly following by stepping out of her pants and standing naked before her master. The Pasha studied her in silence for a few long moments, then stepped closer and placed a hand beneath one of her breasts, cupping it gently and feeling its weight. "Are these enlarged fully?" he asked the physician. "We are still feeding them, Master, and she is responding well." The Pasha said nothing, then moved his hands down the girl's body, barely touching her flesh. He ran his fingers down the inside of her thigh, and she parted her legs, allowing him to feel between them. His eyes widened. "These are good toys, doctor! You are still feeding them?" "Indeed, sir." "Good, keep it up. As for her breasts. I had hoped for more from you with this one. I am disappointed, but we will keep her for two more days to see if there is any improvement. Do what you can." I felt ill. The physician looked grey-faced. Fatima appeared concerned. For the Pasha to issue a public rebuke of this nature indicated that he was not in the best of moods. This could be a black day in our history. The Pasha nodded to Fatima, who gave Erica a little smack on the rump. She bent and picked up her clothes, then hurried away, as Fatima brought Cinders forward. Again, the Pasha stood before the girl, who could not meet his eyes, but stood looking at her feet, or at least, where she thought her feet had been last time she saw them. Realising the Pasha was waiting for something, Cinders gave a little gasp of horror and performed her curtsey, receiving a half-smile in return. Fatima snapped her fingers and Cinders stripped off, quickly, getting the ordeal over with, before standing with her feet apart and her head bowed in shame. The Pasha cupped her breasts in turn, using both hands to weigh them. He nodded in satisfaction, then brushed his fingers across the nipples, causing them to become slowly erect. "Has her waist become smaller as I requested?" the master asked. "Indeed sir, by eight centimetres." "Eight? *Eight*? I did not ask for eight centimetres!" The Pasha whirled round and faced the physician. "Look, her breasts are splendid. Keep them growing. Her bottom is magnificent. But I wanted an hourglass figure, and all you have done is to reduce her waist by eight centimetres! Bring the next girl." Cinders was in tears at the sound of the Pasha's angry voice. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but knew she was in trouble. She scuttled off, and had to be sent back to collect her clothes. Now where was Candi? Fatima screeched Candi's name, but she was nowhere to be seen. Kitty stood alone, shivering with fear, her bloated breasts jiggling as they hung around her knees beneath the specially made jacket. Suddenly, Fatima thrust her forward. Two boys rushed to help her. It was not her turn. Kitty was supposed to be the piece de resistance, the star turn, last of all. She did her best, bravely dropping her clothes and standing before the Pasha in all her impossibly overdeveloped glory. The Pasha seemed pleased with her progress, and nodded to himself, but made no comment despite having just been presented with a young girl with a 355 centimetre bust. "Thank you, Fatima", he said. "Next!" And Kitty was led away by four of her breast handlers, tears pouring down her face. Again, there was an outcry, but still no sign of Candi. Fatima went to the doorway, her face like thunder. She went next door, into the maternity suite, and we heard sounds of screaming. We all stood around like statues, while the Pasha impatiently prowled up and down, looking unhappier by the second. Then Fatima appeared at the doorway again, pulling on a leather leash. And round the corner into the room came Candi, stark naked, squealing piteously like a baby pig. She had a purple bruise over one eye. The dog-lead was attached to her crotch, great mounds of blubbery fat wobbling and flopping with every step she took. Her monstrous breasts swung pendulously below her stomach, the dog-lead cutting into each of them in turn as they bounced from side to side. She tried to restrain their movement with her fat arms, but it was a losing battle as she needed all her efforts just to keep her balance as she was hauled along. The Pasha had seen enough of this shambles. He turned on the physician. "See me later, when I send for you!" he roared. He spun on his heel and stalked out, pausing at the door to yell at Fatima. "Bring the fat slut pink whore-dog to my quarters! See if she still feels like running away after I've rodgered her Ingleesi backside for a couple of hours!" Chapter 17:- To The Rescue Word spreads fast in the harem. Within minutes, everyone knew that the Pasha was in a mood. He had been dissatisfied with the progress of the new girls. One of them had tried to run away and he'd had her dragged by her leading ring to his chamber. "The fat, dark-hair Ingleesi bint." "She won't feel like running away after he's finished with her." "Virgin, wasn't she? She won't even feel like sitting down for a week!" "At least, if he took it out on her, he can't be taking it out on us!" "Will he have her killed afterwards?" "He might not need to! Ramming that thing up her virgin ring-piece!" "Serves her right!" Adnan took advantage of the tumult to slip away from his post in the laundry. He arrived at the engineer's workshop and stepped inside. "Don't you believe in knocking? Oh, it's you ..." and a haunted expression flickered across the engineer's face. "Yes, Mr Engineer, it's me. It's time to start paying back some of your debt. I need a problem to arise in the laundry, tonight." "A problem, tonight? What are you on about?" "Tonight, I need all the washing machines to become ... shall we say .. unserviceable. We will have to use an outside laundry contractor." "But that's against all the rules, you can't ..." "Yes we can! 'In the event of unserviceablity, all measures will be taken immediately to establish alternative supplies to maintain the smooth operation of the facility'", Adnan quoted. "Make it simple. You can get the machines working again tomorrow night." The engineer said nothing. Adnan obviously meant business. The situation called for care, diplomacy and strict obedience. It could easily lead to the loss of his balls. The engineer would have preferred not to lose his balls. They meant a lot to him. "What do you want?" "That's more like it", said Adnan, smoothly. "It's really quite simple. At midnight tonight, the machines will stop working. First thing tomorrow, the laundry van will make a collection. You will be handcuffed for your own safety. You will render assistance to an old friend. You understand?" He gulped. "No, you've told me nothing! Who is the old friend? What assistance?" "You will recognise her when you see her. She is quite memorable, by all accounts! Okay. Midnight, I will see you in the laundry." "Midnight", muttered the engineer. Adnan turned to leave. He paused at the door. "There is one more thing ...", he produced a piece of paper and thrust it at the engineer's startled face. It was a laser-printed sketch, a pencil sketch of a boy's face. "Do you know this boy? Have you seen him?" "Seen him? Where?" "Seen him anywhere. About the harem. He may have come in recently." The engineer remembered all right. Over in the new boys' quarters, he had recently installed an exciting new piece of apparatus. A laser penis-measuring machine. Truly a breakthrough in anthropometric opto-instrumentation. "I may have seen someone a little like this one. What is it worth?" Adnan grabbed the engineer by both arms and slammed him against the wall. The man's little eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt the fingers of one of Adnan's hands close around his throat. "Worth? How about your bollocks, for a start? And your right hand? Well?" The engineer nodded his head a fraction. Adnan maintained his grip for ten seconds longer, then tightened it a fraction before letting the man go. "I show you where he is", he croaked. ********** "What's this thing?" asked Emily, aghast. "Ah'll never be able to drive this?" The van was a strange angular-looking vehicle, apparently made of corrugated cardboard, the non-corrugated bits being made up of little panels screwed on at random, pointing in all directions. Two toy headlamps were mounted on stalks at the front. It looked like something from a nightmare. "It's a Camionette-H", said Mansoor. "An 'H-Van'. It's got plenty of room in the back for all the laundry baskets and for you lot to hide as well. Never mind how it looks, it goes just great." The van had a wheel at each corner, the front doors opened backwards at a strange angle, and there were funny little steps to get into the cab. But the back was low to the ground, and the girls stepped easily inside when Mansoor opened the rear doors. "You can hide in that corner while we're on the road. There's plenty of soft stuff to make yourselves comfortable, and it gives a smooth ride. It's only three hours, but we'll stop when we're about ten kilometres from the harem, and wait. We need to arrive just after sunrise." "Is this Toots's basket, this one?" Emily raised the lid experimentally. The basket could have held three normal nine-year-olds with ease, but the extreme size of Toots's breasts was going to make it a tight fit for her on her own in there. Toots peered inside apprehensively, shaking her head. Mansoor looked at his watch. "Right, we'd better get going. Everything we need is in the other basket, that one there. Maps, radios, master keys, lock picks, women's dresses. Okay, Toots, we'll have a trial run. Into the basket!" Mansoor pulled out a small pile of silky harem clothes. The busty little nine-year-old, in her filmy harem pants and her open-fronted jacket, hoisted a little leg over the side, then perched on the rounded edge of the basket, rubbing herself on the wickerwork. "Ooh, just a minute. This feels nice!" her little face lit up as she gently undulated her narrow hips. One hand cupped an outrageous nipple, the other clung tightly on to the edge of the basket, between her legs. "Toots!" Mansoor said in exasperation. "No! Not now. Get in. Both legs." Toots reluctantly stopped enjoying herself, and climbed into the basket with a sulky expression. She squatted down, Caro draped the laundry on top of the girl, and the lid closed on top of her. A second later, the lid burst open and Toots stood up, shedding articles of clothing in all directions. "What now?" "I need to scratch", she whined, petulantly. She hoisted one of her massive tits to one side and scratched herself sensuously with her bitten fingernails. "Ooh, that's better." She scratched her entire chest, diving beneath her other breast to scratch that side, then her hand emerged and she scratched under her armpit. As if it had a will of its own, her little hand slithered down across her belly and inside her pants to fondle her hairless pussy, with its prominent gold leading ring. "It's this padlock, it makes me all horny. It make me wanna fuck!" Her other hand had entered her pants from behind, and a dreamy expression spread quickly across her face. Mansoor turned away, deeply shocked and embarrassed. Emily wagged a finger at Toots. "Toots, sit down in that basket, NOW!" Toots recognised the voice of authority, knelt down and pouted at Emily. Caro picked up the clothes and covered her up again. Down went the lid, and Mansoor quickly fastened the heavy leather strap. They could hear Toots's voice, muffled. "Oh, bloody hell! I've farted. Yuck, it's horrible. Let me out, Em! I'll die in here! You can't leave me in here all night. Lemme out!" Emily was stuffing her fingers in her mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. Caro and Frida weren't having much success, either. Mansoor looked at them unable to make sense of these crazy European girls. He slid the side door shut and clambered up the steps into the driver's seat. "Keep her in there until we've been on the road for an hour. Let's go!" he said. ********** The engineer even gave Adnan a master key. This was a real bonus. The man must have been really scared. The laundry technician looked at his watch. Ten minutes at the most. He slipped the key in the lock. The physician would be over here some time this afternoon, but the fracas earlier over the new girls would have thrown all his plans out of the window. The door opened easily, and Adnan looked around before darting inside and pulling the door closed behind him. A matron was writing something at a desk at the end of a corridor, the opposite way led round a bend. Go that way! He turned right, and immediately out of sight round the corner. There was a row of doors, as the engineer had said. The fifth door had a label on it which said 'Special Treatment No 2'. He tried it. It opened. The room was empty of staff. There were five beds, occupied by sleeping figures. Adnan cautiously approached the first bed. A black curly head lay on the pillow. He hurried on, plucking the picture from his pocket. The next boy was European, but dark haired. Next. That's him! He compared the picture to the boy on the pillow. It could be. The ears were wrong, but whoever had drawn the picture might have remembered them as being bigger than they really were. He shook the boy's shoulder, and received no response. On an impulse, Adnan darted across to the last two beds. Neither occupant was remotely like the boy in the picture. He slipped back and shook the boy again. "Piers!" he hissed. Stupid name. Stupid boy. "Piers, wake up!" He shook harder, and the boy stirred, then his eyes opened. He stared about him in panic for a few seconds, then sat up, looking at Adnan in terror. "Who the fuck are you?" "Sorry? Not fuck you. I help." He smiled to reassure the boy. "You are Piers?" "Yeah", he replied, suspiciously, "why?" "I can help you. You want to see your sister?" "She's here? Caro? Lucinda? Candi?" Adnan noticed that when the boy said the word Candi, his hands had gone under the bedcovers and he had apparently clutched at himself. "Candi?" he asked the boy. "Is she here, too? Candi, a dark-haired girl, beautiful. Huge tits. Breasts!" And Piers blushed deeply. "All the girls have huge breasts here", Adnan said, shaking his head, "but Candi is here, yes!" Piers threw back the sheet and swung his legs over the ege of the bed. He wore only a nightshirt, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, he revealed a gigantic erection. It impressed Adnan, who had seen a few in his time in a number of merchant ships. The boy stroked the thing and it got even bigger. His eyes were misty and glazed. "Oooh, Candi!" he murmured, and quickened his stroke. Five seconds later he ejaculated in great sticky stream on to the floor. This boy's got it bad, thought Adnan. "You want to see Candi?" he suggested gently. The effect was amazing. Piers grabbed his softening cock and rubbed it vigorously, looking at Adnan out of the corner of his eye. "Say it again", he panted. "Say what again? Candi?" He had obviously guessed the right word, as Piers went into spasm yet again, and shot another stream of semen after the first load. So soon! Someone was going to have to clean this lot up, thought Adnan. "You stay here, understand. Tomorrow morning. This is Monday afternoon. Tomorrow, early, we will come for you. Candi will come for you tomorrow. Be ready! Yes?" He was ready, all right. He was ready now. But Adnan thrust him back beneath the sheets, held a finger to his lips for quiet, and slipped to the door. "Be ready", he said, and closed the door behind him. ********** "It's all right, darling", said Erica. "Let me rub this ointment on you. I got it from Fatima. It will soothe your pain." Candi tried to sit up, but Erica rolled her over on to her stomach again. She slipped the torn pants down over the girl's huge rump, and down her vast, rolling thighs until they were wedged tight and would go no further. Then she dipped a finger into the jar of ointment, and smeared a liberal glob over Candi's bottom. The big girl's legs parted as she gently massaged the cool creamy gel into her intimate parts. Fatima had not even insisted on Candi having her padlock replaced after the terrible ordeal with the Pasha. Four hours of unceasing pounding in both her entrances had left her a quivering, weeping wreck. When the Pasha had finally exhausted himself, Candi had had to be carried out of his chamber. It had taken four eunochs to carry her limp body back to her sleeping quarters, where the other girls had put her to bed. Erica smoothed the ointment liberally around both the front and the rear, and gradually Candi became quiet. She kissed her behind her ear, where the dark hair joined her neck. "Sleep now, my darling. Sleep!" And she covered her with a single light sheet. She was still asleep when Fatima came to collect the girls for their breast food injections, and the chief matron left her there after stroking the side of the girl's face. "Come on, girls", she said softly. "Feeding time!" Chapter 18:- Mansoor Moves In The van creaked and wallowed as Mansoor pulled off the highway on to the hard shoulder. There was a place to park just here, where they could get clear of the road and be unseen by casual passing traffic. Not that there had been much traffic, they had seen only a couple of trucks all night, both going the other way. He looked across at Frida, in the passenger seat, snoring softly. He had covered the girl with his greatcoat, and he pulled it back over her where it had fallen down, revealing one of her puffy areolae. He climbed stiffly down, and walked round to the back of the van, then let himself in. "Okay, girls?" he asked, receiving only a mumbled reply from Emily. Caro was asleep with her head in Emily's lap. "Ah haven't slept all night, Mansoor", Emily whispered. "This kid's shattered. She fell asleep about an hour since. Toots is in her basket." "Still in there? You didn't let her out?" "We had to open the lid before she gassed herself to death. I dunno what she's been eating. But she got back in there after a bit, and she's been sound asleep for hours, the little pet." Mansoor peered into the basket, where Toots lay curled up on the pile of laundry, one fat nipple in her mouth, one hand cupped round her plump pudenda. "She seems comfortable", he observed. "Does she always sleep like that, with her nipple in her mouth?" "It's better than a security blanket, any day. Pity to wake her up, really. Frida still asleep?" "Yes. She's okay. Get the drinks, then we'll wake this lot up." Emily reached into the nearest basket for the flask. Caro stirred, and Emily bent and kissed her cheek. The girl mumbled something contentedly and lay still again. "Here, take it", Emily said, and Mansoor took the flask and a pile of plastic cups. The smell of hot coffee must have roused the sleepers. Even Toots, who wouldn't normally drink anything hot, sat up in her basket, rubbing her eyes, and accepted a cup, slugging it down in one. She gave an unusually restrained belch. "Scuse me", she said without thinking. "Christ, what's got into her", said Emily, amazed. Caro was awake, too, sipping at her cup, and blinking around her. They heard Frida yawn and mutter something in Swedish, then she stretched, turned round from the passenger seat and looked over the bulkhead into the back of the van. She took the cup Mansoor handed her, and sipped cautiously. "Right", he said. "You all awake and listening? We'll leave in two hours. We've made good time so far. Just a quick briefing, then you can have another sleep. Try and get some rest, you'll need it. When we go in, we'll be stopping at the back entrance to the harem". He showed them the map. "This street here. The gates will be opened and I will back the van inside. They will close the gates after us. Okay so far, then?" "Will they lock the gates?" Caro asked. "Probably not. They are likely to leave a guard there, but he won't lock the gates, not at such a quiet time of day. But Frida? Watch the guard, won't you, to see what he does." "Okay." "Once we're in, I'll get out and help carry Toots's basket into the laundry. This entrance, here. Adnan will be the other man helping me. He works in the harem laundry. Get a good look at him, all of you, to see what he looks like. We'll put the basket down on the floor. If it's all clear, Toots, be ready to jump out next time we come in, right?" Toots nodded seriously. If there are any people around, we'll come out again and bring Caro and Emily in separately in two more baskets. If it's quiet, we'll call you on the handy-talkie and you come running in. No need to acknowledge the call, just come." "You'll all have your radios. Frida, once we're all inside the harem, just listen. If any of us calls anyone else and doesn't get a reply, break in and pass the message. You will be able to hear everyone, and everyone will hear you. But around the harem, our handies may not receive each other. All of you, if you call someone and get no answer, just shut up and let Frida handle it. She'll pass the message both ways. Frida's callsign is 'Fox', okay? I'm 'Mike', Caro's 'Charlie', Emily's 'Echo' and Adnan will be 'Alpha'. Toots, you're 'Tango'." "Why?" Toots wanted to know. "Why what?" "Why can't I be Toots? And you can be Mansoor, and Caro ..." Mansoor looked confused. The thought had literally never occurred to him. "We just are, that's all!" he said, logically. "We have to have proper callsigns!" "I don't see why! Anyway, I'm not being a fizzy drink", said Toots firmly. "And if I was, I'd be Lilt. Wid de tortally trapical taste. But no! I wanna be ... TITS!" The others all looked at Mansoor. Why not 'Tits', they were wondering. Why not indeed? "Okay", he said grimly, "Tits it is!" Toots gave a little whoop and planted a big wet kiss on Mansoor's cheek. "I love you ever so much, Mike", she breathed, rubbing a mammoth breast against his chest and a small hand across his thigh. Emily broke in. "When you've *quite* finished, how do we get out again, when the job's over?" Mansoor disentangled himself and resumed with difficulty. "Toots will take you two girls and head for the engineer's workshop, she knows the way. You'll find the engineer handcuffed and tied to his bench. Take him, with his keys, to the girls' sleeping quarters. You will have to use your ingenuity if you're spotted. Act innocent. Just make sure you get to the girls. Then either bring them out to the van as quick as you can, or if there's a problem, call for help and sit tight. We'll be along. But the less violence, the quieter we'll be, and the better the chance of getting out in one piece." "What about my brother?" asked Caro. "Adnan knows where he is. He saw him yesterday. He's been undergoing some treatment. Apparently, he's surprisingly fit. As soon as you've found the girls, and got them into the van, I'll go with Adnan and let Piers out, and bring him back to the van. Once we're all aboard, Adnan included, we drive out and head for the hills. Any problems, Emily, *you* get into the driver's seat." "If we don't make it back with Piers in five minutes, make your getaway without us. Adnan has arranged for a car to be waiting about a kilometre away, just here, and we'll all get into that." "What, all eleven of us in one car?" "It will be an eight-seater. A tight squeeze, but you three small girls and Toots can get into the back, the four girls from the harem in the middle seats, Adnan and me in the front seat with Piers between us. How tall is he, Caro?" "About five four." Mansoor looked blankly at her. "About the same height as me", explained Emily. "It all sounds a bit too easy." "All the best plans are easy. There might be a diversion or two along the way, but we can't fail, really. In fact, we daren't fail!" ********** I wondered what had happened to the girl Candi. The other three had turned up for their evening breast food injections, I noticed, but Candi wasn't with them. Was she going to be there the next morning for measuring, I wondered. We were in enough trouble with the Pasha without one of the girls falling behind with her program. I wandered down to the medical department before bedtime, to see if I could find anything out. The place was almost deserted. A solitary clerk sat at the computer terminal, tapping away with one finger. It was the regular weights and measures clerk. He nodded to me and turned the monitor slightly as usual so I could see the figures. Three girls had been fed, I saw, but not Candi. It was worrying. Had she been seriously damaged by the Pasha? I checked the routine measurements of the girls taken that evening after feeding. They only took the bust, waist and hips measurements, the full set were only taken in the mornings. I glanced down the columns. All three girls showed a steady improvement, Cinders the most marked of all, with another ten centimetres on her bust, six on her hips, and four less on her waist. Surely the Pasha would be pleased enough with that! She was no ordinary hourglass now! There was a pile of recent photographs on the desk, and I shuffled through them, marvelling again at the sight of these amazing girls. They always seemed so much more voluptuous in the pictures than in real life. I headed back to my bedroom, making a point of passing the girls' quarters on the way. By a remarkable coincidence, Fatima was coming out as I passed the door. "Good evening, Fatima." She seemed taken by surprise, as if she hadn't seen me. "Oh, Hassan. Good evening." "How are they? How's Candi?" "The others are fine. I'm going to send Candi down to the sick bay for the night. They're bringing a wheelchair now. She says it hurts very badly. I fear she may be damaged inside. The Master is extremely big to fit inside such a young girl, even such a large one." I wished Fatima good-night, and continued on my way, hearing the matrons arriving with Candi's wheelchair as I went into my bedroom. ********** The three girls watched the efforts of the matrons to fit Candi into the wheelchair. It was the largest one they had been able to find, but Candi was far too wide to fit into it. They had backed her up to the chair and then thrust it hard against her from behind, so she flopped down into it. Now she was stuck firmly, and whimpering with the pain as the Arab women struggled to get her out. Why not take her down there like this, then get the engineer in to take the chair apart? Poor Candi's immense buttocks were wedged between the armrests of the chair, and great rolls of flesh overlapped the sides. Her legs waved helplessly in front of her: she was still wearing her tattered pants and nothing else. Her flesh quivered and she made frightened little noises as the women wheeled her out of the sleeping quarters and away down the corridor to the sick bay. ********** At ten minutes after midnight, the engineer arrived, panting, in the laundry. "Sorry, sorry I'm late, I had to unscrew a girl from a wheelchair." "You arrived in the nick of time", said Adnan, harshly. "Another minute and I would have been forced to remove your balls!" He picked up a sharp-looking knife and ran a thumb along the edge of the blade. The engineer went grey-faced and looked round for somewhere to deposit his supper. Adnan gripped his wrist. "Right. Do what you have to. Make the machines stop. All of them." The engineer went to a switch-box on the wall, opened its door, and pressed five trip-switches. One at a time, the lights on the front of the washing machines and the tumble dryers blinked out. Adnan carefully noted which circuit breakers were affected, then spun the engineer round and marched him briskly to his workshop. "You will stay here until your friend meets you in the morning", he said, taking a large plastic cable-tie and securing the engineer's hands behind his back. Another cable tie fixed him to the leg of the work bench. A strip of adhesive tape over the mouth assured the rest of the harem of undisturbed sleep. "See you tomorrow!" ********** The H-Van threaded its way through the almost deserted streets. Mansoor was alone in the cab. The girls were in the back, trying to guess at their whereabouts as the van zig-zagged toward the harem. At last, Mansoor stopped outside a featureless pair of double doors and blipped the horn three times. The doors opened, and he crunched into reverse. Then the girls, crouching and ready, heard the whine of the gears as the van rocked across the rough edges of the roadway and into the harem gates. As the double gates closed behind them, the guard, a huge eunuch, leaned his back against the gates and watched idly as Mansoor killed the engine. The guard had the morning sun in his eyes and was enjoying its warmth on his face. Good! He would see nothing in the shadows behind the van. But Mansoor's knees were still trembling as he got out, and made his way casually round to the back doors of the van. Once they were open, he saw with satisfaction, the guard could not be seen, and he could certainly not see them. Stage one completed. That was the easy part.