SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART IX
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 IX
by Infidel Dog



Chapter 29:- Back To Normal?

After their arrival back in East Longshott Down, the Lashmore kids
still had a month of the school holidays left. They declined their
father's suggestion of 'a few weeks away somewhere in the camper,
somewhere quiet'. Dawn hadn't thought much of the idea either, and had
been pleased when Caro said she was too overwrought by all-too-recent
events to take a quiet holiday.

Lucinda and Piers agreed with their sister. It was difficult enough in
East Longshott when they arrived home, with the press cameras
surrounding the limousine, and the television crews camped on the
lawn. The interviews were a terrible ordeal, and seemed to go on for
ever. And there was no respite whenever one of the girls or their
mother broke down in tears. The cameras zoomed in for close-ups and
recorded every stumbling word.

And having recorded it, they faithfully broadcast it. For the first
three days, the family was never off the screen, talking, weeping,
shopping. For some reason, the television news companies thought this
was what their viewers wanted to see. The public, after all, had a
Right To Know. And what one company filmed, so did all the rest. The
family decided to stick it out until they all got tired of the story
and went away.

There was one aspect of the story that none of the pictures showed.
Lucinda had come home with such enormous breasts that they affected
her every movement. They could not be ignored. Even in a maternity
smock she looked like a small girl with ridiculously oversized
knockers. Yet the cameras had to try to play it down, because of her
tender age.

And of course, there was Toots! The little black girl would have stood
out in any company. Dawn could see no way of dressing her to disguise
her figure.

The media tried to pose the kids in such a way as to hide Cinders and
Toots behind the other two. It was totally impossible, given the sheer
size of them, and the younger girls began to build up a private and
secret following on every news bulletin.

After a week, though, there was an earthquake in the Far East, and the
relieved news editors hauled off and left the Lashmores alone. Only
the tabloid reporters who were writing their 'exclusive' story were
left hanging around. There were two of them; they asked to be known
simply as Ken and Marcia. The family referred to them as Tweedledum
and Tweedledee.

As the media attention dwindled, Dawn hoped for a chance to start
living a more normal existence with her family. She took the girls
shopping in Longshott. Caro was no problem, she could still wear all
her existing clothes. But Lucinda had nothing left that fitted her,
even her jeans were three sizes too small, and shirts, blouses and
sweatshirts weren't made in her size. Toots had no clothes at all, and
she needed a complete wardrobe, in a bizarre mix of children's bottoms
and men's extra large tops.

Then there was a visit to the doctor to be arranged, for all the
children. Mercifully, he was able to pronounce them fit and well,
although he must have been dumbfounded at the various items of
adornment attached to the girls' bodies, as well as the extraordinary
development of all the children with the exception of Carolyn!

At least, they had come through their ordeal without catching any
diseases, which was naturally a tremendous relief.

The doctor had a special word with Dawn concerning Cinders and Toots.
"I've never seen anything remotely like them", he confided. "I suggest
we have a specialist carry out a fuller examination. I mean, they're
healthy enough; but in view of their age and the size of their breasts
..."

"Would you recommend a reduction, Doctor?"

"That's one reason to see a specialist. Certainly, a reduction ought
to be considered, but the difficulty is they're both still growing, so
it's not as clear-cut as it might be. We might have to wait a number
of years."

"Years!" Dawn thought about the future stretching out in front of the
girls, carrying those gigantic things around with them. First things
first, though, school was only a matter of weeks away. The girls were
going to need bras for a start. Bras! And there were all those gold
rings and things!


**********

"Toots, darling, can't you even remember your real name?" Dawn sat on
the edge of the girl's bed, one night, holding Toots's little hand.

"No, Auntie Mom! I dunno if I ever had a real name at all!"

The child remembered nothing before the time she was in the harem. Her
earliest memory, she insisted over and over, was being in bed with the
Pasha. Nothing before that. Cinders, too, had tried to jog her memory,
but so far, completely without success. The doctor had said her memory
might come back, given time, a stable home life, and a lot of love.
Meanwhile, she didn't even have a name. Arrangements were being made
for her to go to the local school in Longshott, but they couldn't call
her just Toots, not in school!

They had a family conference, and decided that Tessa Lashmore sounded
suitable, and Toots, after trying it out for a few hours around the
house, agreed. "But *you* can still call me Toots!" she insisted.

So, Tessa it was to be at school, Toots to her friends and new family.

Although Longshott School had a school uniform, it consisted of a
simple skirt and a blouse or shirt. Cinders's only problem was finding
a white shirt big enough to fit her. When she tried one that would
envelop her bust, the neck would have fitted a hippopotamus and the
sleeves completely hid her hands. It was the same for Toots, with the
difference that while she was much shorter and considerably slimmer
than Cinders, her breasts were even larger! Dawn bought half a dozen
of the biggest shirts she could find, and took them home to alter
them.

Bras were the biggest problem of all. Dawn phoned around for hours
before finding a woman to design and make bras to fit the girls. It
took a week and several fittings before they were adequately
supported. The bra-maker was aghast to find that Cinders had big gold
rings in her nipples, and showed her disapproval in the strongest
terms. It was as well she wasn't measuring the girls for custom-made
panties, as both still had their gold leading rings behind their
clits!


**********

Toots was flourishing in a stable, loving environment, but she still
needed more loving than other, more normal girls! The primitive
injections given her by the physician had given her a raging appertite
for sex. Such a thing had been no problem to her at the harem - at
least, once she had found a way of getting rid of her pussy-lock - and
she was always willing to volunteer for extra duties at Zulfiqar's
house.

But East Longshott Down was cramping her style. Lucinda found her
little friend had to play with herself almost constantly, and as the
two girls shared a bedroom, the panting and moaning quite often kept
Cinders awake into the small hours. It went on during the day, too!
Toots discovered a supply of boys in Longshott, inexperienced but
willing to learn, and the tiny black girl with the gigantic tits
became something of a local landmark.

It couldn't go on. In less than a month from her arrival, Toots had
initiated a devoted posse of something in excess of thirty boys, who
now followed her everywhere she went, their tongues dragging on the
ground. Ordinary girls were of no interest to them any more. Which was
most upsetting to the ordinary girls!

In desperation - some of them hadn't had a shag for two weeks or more
- the girls cornered Lucinda and asked what she was going to do about
that little dog that was living with her. Cinders had no idea - she
was still a virgin and had no plans to change her status for a while -
but being a good little girl, she spoke to her mother.

Dawn was aghast. To think that a girl living under her roof was
servicing half the boys in the county! She took Toots on one side as
soon as she came home for her tea at four o'clock.

"Where have you been, Toots?" she asked.

"Down de green wid de posse!" the child answered, wide-eyed and
innocent.

"What have you been doing wid de ... with the posse?"

"Nuthin', just snoggin' a bit. I give Darren a feel of my tits, an' a
blow-job to Shaun." She thought for a moment, mentally consulting a
busy appointments schedule. "Oh, I gotta shag Benny later on, if he's
aroun'..."

"Toots!" Dawn screamed. The girl looked at her, her head on one side,
smiling.

"Dat's me!" she said happily.

"TOOTS! You come in here and tell me you've been snogging, and letting
boys feel ... and ... and your'e going to ...!" Words understandably
failed her. "Go to your room, at once. Get undressed and go to bed.
Stay there until I tell you to move. NOW!"

Toots, bewildered, made her way upstairs, and Dawn heard the bedroom
door close.

She told Basil later. "She's been snogging the boys every day down on
the green. That Darren, and Shaun, and young Benny."

"Benny Watkins? His father was with us this afternoon. Four-ball. I
hit this three-iron at the long tenth, you know, the dog-leg left,
over the corner of the ploughed field?" Basil stopped, realising he
didn't have Dawn's full attention.

"Feeling her tits!" she repeated, doggedly. "She sucks them off! She
was going to shag Benny!"

"Shag?" Basil seemed to remember the word vaguely.

"The girl's an absolute slut, Bas! A dog! She's insatiable.
Apparently, Cinders says, she's got about thirty boys down there
following her around, waiting their turn."

"Turn?"

"She's upstairs in her room. I sent her there. You'll have to speak to
her!"

"Meeeee?"

"You'll have to. She just smirks at me. She needs a heavy father to
talk to her."

And so, under protest, Basil reluctantly knocked on the little girls'
bedroom door, and went in. Toots was lying on her bed, stark naked,
reading a large, coloured picture book with a playful puppy on the
cover. She lay on her right side with her knees as far apart as they
would go. To even see the book, she'd had to tuck her left breast
under her arm to hold it out of the way. Even so, she needed three
pillows under her head so that she could see over her right breast. A
stubby little finger was absently tracing the folds of her pussy lips.

Toots looked up at Basil and grinned. "Hi, Uncle Daddy", she greeted
him, moving over considerately to make room for him on the bed beside
her. She stared at her moist finger for a moment, sniffed at it like a
connoisseur, then slipped it into her mouth.

Basil thanked her and sat down before realising that he was unable to
see Toots's face, one of her tits was very much in the way. He just
stopped himself from moving it to one side, and stood up instead. To
his horror, he felt himself becoming aroused. Oh, no, he thought, not
now!

Toots didn't mind a bit. "Hey, Uncle Daddy!" she gurgled joyously,
bouncing upright on the bed and automatically grabbing for her crotch
again. "You gettin' a hard-on! An' I thought you din't like me!"

Defeated, Basil fled from the room, leaving Toots more confused than
ever.


**********

The Longshott girls had every reason to feel disgruntled at the loss
of their boys. Then one of them discovered Piers. He had been moping
around ever since his return. He still pined for Candi, and dreamed of
her constantly and wetly. One Saturday, three days before the schools
were due to go back after the Summer holiday, he found himself
wandering along the bank of a stream. A herd of cows was grazing on
the far bank, and inevitably, his thoughts returned to Candi.

Quickly glancing around, he loosened his jeans and lowered them to
below his knees. Leaning his back against a tree, he selected one of
the cows, one with a pretty face and a full udder, and allowed his
imagination free rein. Within a few strokes, he grunted, "Oh, Candi!"
and a glob of semen arced out over the bubbling water. Several more
landed somewhere between the stream and his feet. The last plopped
down into his boxer shorts. "Shit!" he muttered, and bent down to wipe
up the mess with a finger.

Madeleine Fossett couldn't believe her eyes. There was a boy bending
over in front of her. She rounded a bend in the path and there was
this boy, bending over with his trousers round his ankles! Madeleine
was on her way to see her friend. This would be something to tell
Cathy Merryweather, she thought, although the bitch would never
believe a word of it. She stopped, waiting for the boy to stand up.
What was he doing, anyway?

Piers stood up, and catching a movement behind him, spun round. His
flaccid knob swung in an impressive arc until he grabbed it to stop it
doing some damage. Madeleine gasped in amazement and delight. Piers
stared at Madeleine in horror as she eventually looked up at his face
and recognised him.

"Hi, Piers!" she said, brightly.

Piers was still staring. Madeleine was fat. There was no other word
for it. She should not have been wearing shorts. Shorts for Madeleine
were a mistake. So was the T-shirt. She had no tits to speak of, Piers
noted with disappointment, but in every other way she reminded him of
Candi. Rolls of fat wobbled massively around where her waist might
well have been. Her thighs were like pillars of lard. Yet, he thought,
her face was pretty in a way, with several lovely chins, and her eyes,
when you could find them, were china blue. Her blonde hair was cut in
a fringe. She shook the fringe out of her eyes and looked down at him.

"Whatcha doin'?" Not the most original of questions, but it would do.

"Nothing!" said Piers. Strictly speaking, as of that moment in time,
it was an accurate statement.

"Don't look like it", Madeleine smirked. "I reckon you was havin' a
wank!"

"No, just a piss. I was having a piss."

"First boy I heard of took his pants down to have a piss", she
giggled, and her belly wobbled invitingly. Piers found his loins
accepting the invitation. Madeleine's eyes almost became visible for a
moment as she goggled. "Fuck *me*!" she murmured with awe, then
realised what she'd said. She considered it for a while and decided
not to withdraw the statement.

"It's Maddy, isn't it?"

"S'right", she whispered, wobbling closer.

Now fully erect, Piers had the biggest one she'd ever seen. A pity
Cathy wasn't going to believe this, she thought, but that was Cathy's
problem, not hers. Maddy's problem was how to get this thing down her
throat before it vanished. She lowered herself into an ungainly squat,
seized the monster with both hands, and opened her mouth as wide as it
would go. It took half a dozen tries before it would go in, then she
almost gagged as it filled her mouth and throat. Mercifully, she
didn't have long to wait, as Piers pumped another load into Maddy's
grateful gullet.

It came out more easily than it went in, and Madeleine held it
lovingly in her hands before gazing up into Piers's glazed eyes.
"Thank you!" she gurgled with deep feeling. Then she urged herself
into a canter, and headed off in the direction of Cathy's house
without looking back. And also without swallowing. She still had a
little drop of the evidence in her mouth. It would take at least that
much to convince Cathy.





Chapter 30:- Impact On Society

The first day of school was memorable for all of them.

Caro was the Queen of Longshott High School. Those who hadn't seen
Caro since her return wanted the full story from her own lips. What
was it like in the harem? What were the other girls like? Were there
plenty of blokes? Caro answered truthfully. She hadn't been in the
harem, except for the rescue. The only other girls she'd seen had been
her friends.

She could not bring herself to describe the modifications the Pasha's
physician had carried out on the various girls. But her classmates
were thirsty for knowledge. Caro hesitatingly described Erica's sex
parts, to the horror and disgust of girls who had enjoyed a sheltered
upbringing. She tried to describe Kitty's breasts, but realised she
had failed. The thought of breasts hanging down to the knees was
beyond their comprehension. The more local girls had seen Toots around
the place, and hadn't really been able to believe their own eyes. They
could see for themselves the amazing effects of the treatment on
Cinders, who was undergoing the same barrage of questions in the
junior class. Nobody, teachers or pupils, had seen such a big shirt so
completely filled as young Lucinda Lashmore's. How could Kitty have
had breasts two or even three times as big as those!

And what about Candi? Was she alive? They had all devoured the story
in the Sunday papers about the girl who had been too big to escape
from the harem. Was she fat all over? What did she weigh? Were her
tits any bigger? They'd been huge before! Were they as big as
Cinders's? Bigger! Christ!

Piers, meanwhile, was enjoying some notoriety in his own classroom.
Madeleine Fossett was a generous girl, not one to keep a secret from
her friends. Besides, by spreading the word about Piers's new
dimensions, she would gain added kudos when the truth leaked out.
They'd have to believe she sucked him off, then!

But the other girls didn't care what Maddy said she'd done. One of the
boys had seen Piers in the toilet and revealed the truth to Cathy
Merryweather. That was it. The story spread like wildfire around the
school about Piers Lashmore's enormous dong. Before the day was out,
the lovely dark-haired, smouldering-eyed Cathy, climbing the walls
with frustration since Toots had lured her boyfriend away, had
eclipsed Madeleine completely. Madeleine had been the first to suck
Piers off, but Cathy, behind the bike-sheds, had introduced Piers's
aching member into her surprisingly accommodating love-tunnel (as she
herself called it). Three-times between the end of classes and the
arrival of the school bus. And twice more on the bus itself. That was
how Cathy Merryweather became a member of the Twenty-Mile-An-Hour
Club.

Meanwhile, over at the Middle School, the newly-named Tessa Lashmore
was greeted with caution by staff and pupils alike. Toots was willing
and eager to learn, and the brightest girl in her class, but her
attention tended to wander every ten minutes or so. She spent a great
deal of time in the toilets, and was frequently occupied with both
hands beneath her desk. It was quite reasonable for her to be the only
girl in her class with breasts - after all, somebody had to be first -
but was it totally necessary for her to have a seventy-seven-inch
bust, especially as she was only four feet tall, with a seventeen-inch
waist and twenty-seven inch hips?


**********

Fortunately, there was no Physical Education class on that first day.
But as the week wore on, the truth was revealed about the Lashmore
children. The whispers spread. "They've got gold rings. Lucinda's got
these enormous ones in her tits! As big around as fifty-pence pieces.
Solid gold, they are! Corr, she'll get kidnapped just for them. And
she's got a gold ring in her ...(whisper, whisper, whisper!)!"

"She ain't!"

"I seen it. It's like the ring on a dog collar, but it's solid gold."

"But what's it FOR?"

"Fuck knows!"

And even Caro had one of those.

Piers, by the end of the first week of the Autumn Term, was regularly
serving every sexually active girl in the lower five classes of
Longshott High School, which meant about sixty per cent of them, and
he had a waiting list including most of the remaining forty per cent.
It didn't take him long to work his way through the list, so none of
the girls had long to wait. They happily accepted the situation,
knowing their turn would come around in a day or two.

Who *needed* the other boys? Toots was welcome to them!

Toots wanted them, certainly! She had the clever, but hardly original,
idea of levying a small charge for her services. Not a lot. A pound a
time would have been greedy and would have put her in the top earnings
bracket in Longshott. She settled for twenty pence for a feel of her
tits, twenty-five to suck her nipples (complete with discreet gold
rings), thirty-five for a blow-job and fifty pence for a shag. Kisses
were freely thrown in as part of the deal, and were distributed with
enthusiasm.

She was raking in an average of £90 a week, tax-free**. She gave some
to her new brother and sisters, and saved the rest in a shoebox under
her bed. If she lived frugally, she would have enough for a top of the
range 3-series BMW by the time she was old enough to drive.

[** in the United Kingdom, unsolicited gifts are not taxable.]


**********

Erica, Frida and Kitty, accompanied by Frida's mother, sat on the
train from Sodertalje to Stockholm. An appointment had been arranged
with a specialist who had originated in the Middle East. Frida had
received no treatment at the hands of the harem physician, but she
came along as moral support for the other two. Erica's mother had
completely disappeared, and Kitty's aunt had to look after the shop
twelve hours a day. Erica was staying at Frida's house until her
future could be sorted out.

Meanwhile, she couldn't wear a bikini. The top would have been
difficult enough, but she could have found a bra to fit after a while.
The pants were the problem. The treatment she had undergone, with the
genetic updating, the growth injections, the mechanical stretching and
the vacuum pump had made her pudenda obscenely huge. The infibulatrice
had fitted tiny gold eyelets in a row along each of her labia, to
accept the fine gold closure chain. Her leading ring was two inches in
diameter: the infibulatrice felt it was more in scale with the rest of
her pubic area.

Even if she had been able to tuck the whole lot inside a pair of
bikini pants, and been able to keep them there, she would have looked
like a man who had somehow grown unaccountably huge tits. She had
reluctantly shown herself to Frida's mother and the woman had at once
taken Erica in her arms to hide her shock, her pain and her tears.

They had visited a doctor, and he had recommended a Stockholm
specialist. "Dr Khalid is probably the best man in the world for Erica
to see. He is uniquely experienced. His methods might be considered
eccentric, but I am sure you will find him courteous and helpful."

They took Kitty along as well. Her sexual parts had been attended to
as well as her breasts. Kitty didn't have have a bikini problem, of
course, with breasts down to her knees! In fact, her pudenda would
never be visible without lifting tackle and breathing apparatus, but
she herself would feel better for seeing Dr Khalid. One day, too, she
might have twenty kilos removed from each breast, and a bikini might
just become a possibility for her, too!


**********

They checked into a hotel upon their arrival in Stockholm. The
doctor's appointment was early the next morning and was obviously
going to be an ordeal both for the girls and for Frida's mother alike.
Dinner was a quiet meal. None of them had much of an appetite. Even
Frida, who wasn't going to be examined, was subdued.

Next day they all climbed on board a tram and set off for the
specialist. They arrived five minutes early and expected to have to
wait, but theirs was the first appointment of the day, and they were
invited in straight away. Erica was first on the doctor's list, so
Kitty was asked to wait in the waiting room with Frida.

Frida's mother followed Erica into the surgery and the doctor's
assistant asked them to take a seat. The assistant was a woman in her
late forties, well built and dressed in the traditional garment. Erica
felt an uncomfortable shiver of dread; the sight of the woman reminded
her of the slave market matrons. She clutched Frida's mother's hand.

Fortunately, the doctor, when he came in, looked nothing like the
harem physician. Although clearly of Arab origin, he wore a European
business suit. His voice was gentle and friendly.

"Good morning", he said, "now, I know a little about your case, but I
may have missed a few important facts. Perhaps you could tell me
everything, right from the beginning. Now, you are Erica's mother?"

"No, I am Mrs Carlsson, the mother of Frida, one of Erica's friends
.."

"... my mother has disappeared. I tried to phone her from the airport,
and she didn't answer. I don't know where she's gone ..." Tears
trickled down Erica's cheeks as she clutched at her friend's mother's
hand again.

Dr Khalid leaned forward across his desk, then stood up and came round
to sit beside Erica. He took her other hand in both of his. They were
cool, almost cold.

"Erica, I know this has been a terrible experience for you, but it's
over now, and we're going to make you better. It will take some time,
but you're on the way to recovery now. Suppose you tell me the whole
thing. Talking will help get rid of the nasty memories. I'll only
interrupt you if I need to make a note of anything important. Okay?"

Erica nodded, and swallowed, then started her story. "We were on
holiday in Turkey. My mother, Kitty and Frida, and two other friends.
We were all at the bazaar, it was a Tuesday morning ..."

The whole story came out. At first, it was halting and broken, with
pauses for sobbing and floods of tears, especially at the point where
her two friends had been taken away. Dr Khalid asked gentle questions
from time to time, but as the story went on, he spoke less and less.
He let Erica finish before he took up his notepad and said, "Thank you
Erica, that was a dreadful story, but it has been very helpful. Now,
I'd like you to tell me a few answers, they'll be quite detailed, but
it essential."

He asked her about the infibulation, the insertion of the leading
ring, the procedures in the physician's department, and the machines
used to enlarge her sex parts. He asked her about the injections,
whereabouts they injected her, and how often.

Erica was deeply embarrassed, and could feel herself blushing to the
roots of her hair and right down to her breasts as she revealed the
information. The questions seemed to go on and on, until Erica's
embarrassment gave way to a sort of chilly numbness.

Finally, the doctor closed his book. "Thank you, Erica, that was
perfect. Now, I would like to examine you. If you will go into that
room there, my nurse will help you get ready, and I will see you in a
couple of minutes." He waited until the door had closed, then spoke to
Mrs Carlsson.

"Have you seen Erica without her clothes?"

"She showed me, but only very quickly, only a peep. She was so
embarrassed. It was horrible, what they've done to her, I never saw
anything like it. I wouldn't have believed it was possible to ..."

"Their methods go back over hundreds of years", he interrupted her
softly, "but it seems this particular Pasha has some disturbing new
techniques as well. These injections ..." he shook his head. "Is her
mother still alive?"

"We don't know. We haven't told Erica yet, but her mother was
kidnapped at the same time as the rest of them, but was taken
somewhere else straight away. That's all the police have been able to
find out."

The doctor nodded. Yes, there would be a ... a demand for older blonde
women as well as for well-endowed girls. Was Erica's mother ... *is*
Erica's mother, excuse me for being blunt, well developed?"

"Oh, yes! She's much bigger than me." Dr Khalid looked briefly at Mrs
Carlsson's chest and smiled to himself. Erica's mother had obviously
been kidnapped by someone looking for very big-breasted women.

"I'll go and examine Erica now", he said. "You don't need to watch
.."

"I'll come in if you don't mind, doctor, she might need me to comfort
her."

"Of course!"

They went into the examination room.

Erica, completely naked, was seated in a special chair. In fact, she
was in a half-standing position, with her legs spread wide apart. Even
Dr Khalid, who had seen most things, was flabbergasted. Mrs Carlsson
gasped and exclaimed, "Oh, my God!" she looked wildly around for
escape, and the nurse led her to a chair, from where she could just
see the girl. She craned forward with a horrified expression,
fascinated.

The doctor looked down at Erica. The teenager was very well-developed,
he saw, her breasts resting heavily on her stomach. The nipples were
large and thick, and surrounded by puffy areolas as big as the palm of
his hand. But his eyes were drawn down beyond her full breasts. The
girl's pudenda were 
extended to such an extreme, that he had never in his long practice
seen anything like it. And he had seen quite a few enlarged pudendas
in his life. He coughed to hide his amazement, and turned away. 

"Chart, please, nurse", he said, and took a plastic ruler from a side
table. He began taking careful measurements, shaking his head in
amazement as he read the figures out to the nurse.

"Labia majora - thirty centimetres long, and more than twenty
millimetres thick. A number of gold closure eyelets, solid gold, by
the look of them - one, two, three ... fifteen each side." The nurse
looked up at him in surprise, then carried on writing as the doctor
proceeded. "The labia minora are close to twenty centimetres, and at
least fifteen millimetres in thickness. Flesh has a firm texture, not
leathery, fresh in appearance. Good pink colour, labia resilient and
flexible."

"Now, the clitoris. An unusual length ... fifteen centimetres ... a
very unusual length indeed! Very thick and permanenetly protruding
from the opening. Protrusion caused partly by a ring, a gold ring
placed behind the organ. That will be a leading ring, so she can have
a dog-leash attached." He turned to the nurse, who was busily writing.
"Please note, nurse, the clitoridian hood has been completely removed,
which has helped in this extraordinary development."

He rubbed his fingers together, then sniffed them experimentally. "The
whole area is highly sensitive, and reacts strongly to stimulation",
he said, then carefully pulled out the girl's clitoris a bit more,
bringing a sharp moan from Erica and a fresh seepage of juices. The
girl was clutching the sides of the chair, her eyes tightly closed.

"Thank you, Erica", he said, going to the sink and washing his hands.
"That was most helpful and informative. Get dressed, and we'll see you
back in the office. Thank you, nurse."

Back at his desk, the doctor spoke quietly to Mrs Carlsson. "I have
never in my life been privileged to see such a hugely enlarged
pudenda. Not privileged, that is the wrong word, but you know what I
mean. There can be only one course of action: circumcision!"

"How can you circumcise a girl? I thought it was only boys that can be
circumcised?"

The doctor smiled. "Well, here in the Western world, perhaps, but in
the East and in certain parts of Africa, female circumcision is quite
common. It is performed there as an everyday thing and is done to
females from five to fifty. The reasons are different, of course. Some
of the females are cut for reasons of hygiene, when they grow too long
and thick. Some of them are clipped to preserve their modesty so they
are not tempted into infidelity. Many husbands demand that their
wife-to-be is circumcised before the wedding night." Mrs Carlsson was
shaking her head, looking pale.

"In some countries, the profession of circumcisor - or circumcistrice
- is a regular and profitable one. I should mention that pruning is
also used as a punishment on disobedient and promiscuous slaves in
certain harems. And there are some harem masters who cut their girls
just for the kick they get out of it."

"But what about sex? I know she's not old enough at the moment ..."
the doctor raised an eyebrow, "... but will she be able to get
married?"

"Of course", smiled the doctor, "although it depends how much we are
going to remove. The circumcision can be partial, just labia minora
removed, or more severe, with clitoris snipped away as well. In Egypt,
they have a very popular procedure known as the Pharaonical
circumcision. There, everything is taken away. All the lips, small and
large, the whole clitoris right from the roots and all the other pink
wrinkles. It is the ultimate cleansing, the female has nothing left to
play with and she will remain pure for the rest of her life. Ah,
here's Erica." The girl came in and sat down, her eyes on the floor.
The nurse hovered by the door. Dr Khalid glanced at her, then went on.

"By the way, my assistant is from a part of the Middle East where many
girls are cut in this particular fashion. It was done to her just two
nights before her wedding on the direct orders of her fiance. Salma,
would you please show the ladies how you were fixed?"

The nurse put down her clipboard and stood beside the doctor's desk.
Without hesitation or any sign of shame, she pulled her white gown up
to just below her generous breasts. To Mrs Carlsson's horror and
Erica's fascination, she wasn't wearing any underwear at all! She
revealed a female pudenda of unusual shape and colour. It was very
dark pink, had no wrinkles at all. It was no more than a clearly
visible opening, with no feminine flesh around it. 

Dr Khalid tapped on the desktop with his fingers and Salma immediately
placed one foot on the desk. 

"Ah, that's a much better view", he said. "You see, this is a perfect
example of a Pharaonic cutting. Here", and he traced his finger around
the oval shaped pink opening, "she had, I think, a generous set of
labia minora. And here you could find a plum tickler, I believe.
Salma, before your cutting, how developed were you?"

Salma answered in a casual tone. "I had a very large and fleshy set of
ornaments between my legs since I was 14. My future husband discussed
this matter with both my parents and they decided that I should be
cleaned up. They took me to a circumcision clinic. I was told that I
was just going to see a doctor for my premarital medical exams."

"The doctor was an older woman and when I was told to strip and get on
the table, my future husband and both my parents were present. This is
the custom in our country , because I was a virgin and some of the
doctors, male or female, liked to play certain games with innocent
girls. I did not understand why they strapped me to the table. When
the doctor finished her detailed examination, breasts and belly, she
started work on my lap. As I was already clean shaven, she could start
right away."

"She pulled my clit out and massaged it until it stayed out. I had a
really big one. Then I could just feel her taking my flesh, pulling it
right out of the opening. Then, snip! It was gone! All my other lips
followed and at last, the centrum of my femininity was cut out in one
slash. My husband was very happy because he had been educated to marry
only a clean cut virgin."

"Thank you, Salma" said the doctor.

Mrs Carlsson had gone a brilliant red. Salma took her foot off the
desk and resumed her modesty as if nothing had happened.

"She was deprived of all her toys, but still, she has developed her
own special techniques to achieve certain levels of sexual climax.
Now, for young Erica here, I *could* recommend just a partial
shortening of her enlarged appendages. We can leave her about 50
millimetres of labia and a clitoris which will give her considerable
pleasure, but will not get in the way of ordinary penetration." Erica
had her hand over her eyes in embarrassment; Mrs Carlsson had
forgotten to close her mouth. Doctor Khalid went on, apparently
without noticing.

"I can't see that she could be used by any man the way she is at the
moment. If you wish, I think you should consider this option. In my
humble opinion, it is the most realistic and sensible help I can
offer. As an acknowledged expert in this field, I would, of course,
gladly perform the surgery and shorten her equipment to a more
reasonable size."

Mrs Carlsson looked at Erica, then at the doctor. "We don't have much
choice, do we? When could you possibly do the operation?" 

The doctor tapped away at his computer keyboard. "Well I am quite busy
this week. I do a lot of cutting for the Muslim community in this
country. And believe me, I also have quite a few Swedish mothers, who
bring their teenage daughters to me to be pruned. It puts a damper on
their sexual desires. It does seem rather an extreme cure for what
might otherwise be a temporary problem, but ...", he spread his hands
expressively and shook his head sadly.

He studied the screen. "How about Friday? Eleven in the morning?"

Mrs Carlsson glanced at Erica, who was nodding. "Will you need to keep
her overnight?"

The doctor smiled at her. "She'll be walking out of here by
two-thirty! Now, we will discuss the amount of flesh we will remove
before we start the operation and I will strictly respect your wishes.
If you, in loco parentis, were to decide she'd had enough fun and it
would be to her benefit for her to be completely cut, I would fulfill
your demands."

"If you asked me for my professional opinion, I would have to say half
measures are the worst. I am a real expert on the Pharaonic
circumcision. I've done it many, many times before. If you decide to
cut her, you won't have any problems with her chasing the boys and
getting into trouble. If you wish, I could even spread the word in the
Muslim community and we would certainly find a suitable young man to
marry her. A plump, full-breasted child with a complete Pharaonic
clean-up between her legs will attract many prospective grooms, some
of them quite rich."

"But there's plenty of time to think about it before Friday. Oh, yes,
and you can keep the solid gold eyelets, either as a souvenir or to
sell them. I'm not a jeweller, but I know they're usually of excellent
quality metal. Thank you, Erica!"

The girl stood up as the doctor glanced at the screen again. "Can we
see Kitty, now, Mrs Carlsson? It won't take as long, now that I know
the whole story; I will just examine her and we can decide what we
need to do for the best."

Kitty was shown in as Erica went out of the surgery. "Just step in
there, Kitty, the nurse will help you get undressed, and I'll be along
in a minute." He watched her with considerable interest as she walked
slowly into the examination room. "A big girl", he remarked. "Very big
for her age, what is she, eighteen?"

"She's twelve!" Mrs Carlsson shook her head angrily. "It's disgusting
the things this man has done to these girls. These heathens should be
stamped out. They are totally uncivilised!"

The doctor sat up straight and stared at her. "Do not some men in this
country admire large breasted women? Or young girls? Or, for that
matter, generously-sized pudenda? Or even ..." an expression of deep
distaste crossed his face, "... extremely hairy women! So it is with
this one Pasha who has carried out these modifications to the girls.
It is only a question of degree. HE likes them very big, HE likes them
very young, HE likes them very generously-sized! Believe me, this
Pasha would find some of your Western customs loathsome, too! I will
examine Kitty now. It might be better if you were to wait in the
waiting room with Erica and your daughter. I will see you before you
leave." And he stood up and walked out.

Kitty's examination was more brief, as the doctor had promised. The
girl lay back in a much more reclined position, and the nurse placed a
trolley on each side of the examination chair to accommodate the
girl's breasts. She lay with her knees apart, and grinned at the
doctor as he came in and washed his hands ...





Chapter 31:- Meanwhile, Back At The Harem...

I was not, as some Westerners say, one happy bunny. The Pasha had told
me it was fortunate that I was already half-castrated, otherwise he
would have had my balls for a necklace. Get out of here, he had told
me, get out of here and find a new Kitty.

Where would we ever find another girl like Kitty? She was unique even
before the physician stuck his needle into her. The chances of another
such female finding her way into the hands of the slave dealers were
infinitesimal. I thought I probably had six months before the axe fell
on my career prospects. Six short months to find the girl with the
biggest breasts in the world!

I confided in Fatima. She it was who initiated me into the ways of the
harem all those years ago. On her elevation to the top job - chief
matron - I had noticed she had begun to develop a particular interest
in young girls. Something to do with the sexual mutilation she had
undergone, I suppose. In fact, it was just as well she was pruned
already, she'd have lost the lot anyway if she had been caught in bed
with one of the girls.

One young girl in particular was occupying more of Fatima's attention;
young Candi. Which was a pity, as I fancied her very much myself. The
gloriously fat and big-breasted Ingleesi bint made me literally drool
every time I set eyes on her. It gave me no pleasure to imagine Candi
lying in Fatima's huge, black silken-sheeted bed while the chief
matron worshipped every steaming orifice of her bountiful body with
her long tongue and practised fingers.

So Fatima was singularly unhelpful when I approached her with the
Pasha's demand for me to bring him the biggest breasts in the world.

"We could enlarge Candi", she suggested.

Typically irrational for a woman, even for one who is no longer ruled
by the phases of the moon. I told her so.

"The Pasha already *knows* Candi. Since he took her to his bed, he has
known her even more frequently. I believe the girl is not entirely
unenamoured of the master and his love-making now", I said,
deliberately to needle the woman.

"You mean she enjoys it?"

"Yes!"

"Then why do you not say so?"

"We could not enlarge Candi's breasts and pass her off as the new
Kitty if the Pasha is already sleeping with Candi three nights a week,
could we", I pointed out. "It's the other four nights the Pasha is
thinking about. Not to mention the days."

"Well, what do you suggest, Mastermind?"

"I was hoping you, with your experience, would be able to suggest a
solution."

She thought for a while. "If we can't enlarge Candi", she said
regretfully, "why not find another young girl at the sales, bring her
here secretly and enlarge *her* before we introduce her to the Pasha.
We could find the most beautiful, and biggest-breasted girl at the
sale. A couple of days with the physician and we could have her up to
half of Kitty's size. Then we could introduce her and say, 'lo,
Master, see what we have found for you.' Then we carry on enlarging
her until she almost bursts."

"You mean, *deceive* our master?"

"Why not?"

Why not, indeed? The plan sounded workable. If we diverted the
attention of all the dealers toward finding the most beautiful and
biggest-breasted girl they could find, we could surely find someone
suitable for enlargement within five or six months. A few days of
intensive treatment and she'd be ready to show the Pasha. And Bob
would be your uncle, inasmuch as furthermore, Fanny would be your
aunt. I studied English at Oxford, you realise. Down the Cowley Road,
it was.

I sent for a messenger.


**********

Candi relaxed in the bath. Two matrons soaped her intimately, while
five small black boys stood with hot towels ready to dry her immense
body. After three hours of bathing, shaving and the removal of her
free-growing and luxuriant body hair with a number of techniques
involving wax and a sugar solution, Candi would be ready to attend the
Pasha once more. In her position of Pasha's favourite, she enjoyed the
most attention of any of the girls in the harem.

Not that they envied her unduly. True, they might have envied her the
three solid gold rings in each of her nipples. They probably envied
her the nipples that were long enough to accept three rings! They
might have envied the jewels, rubies and diamonds, set into her labia.
She could only see them with the aid of a mirror held by one of her
boy attendants, but they were certainly impressive. One day, when she
got home, she would have to get the jeweller in Longshott High Street
to have a look at them with his magnifying glass. That could be fun!
She imagined herself spreadeagled on the glass-topped counter of the
little shop, while the customers came and went, buying tacky
charm-necklaces and having new batteries put into their watches.

Envy her they might, but the harem girls - young and not so young,
large and even larger - decided it was wisest to stay on the right
side of Candi.

Already, the dark-haired English girl had a reputation for speaking
her mind. She had picked up a number of colourful and expressive
Arabic phrases, which she used to good effect, and the other girls
feared that if Candi was to set about them and punch her weight, they
would wake up in the next world, or the one after that.

At 145 kilos, what was that, she thought, nearly 23 stones, she had
never been so heavy, yet she felt fitter than ever before. Her muscles
had been built up by exercise and the treatment she was receiving in
the physician's quarters. She moved sleekly, like a huge cat, her
powerful thighs and broad calves rippling, the rolls of fat around her
body quivering and wobbling, her mountainous breasts now bouncing and
swaying massively around her upper thighs.

The physician had already observed something about her condition, and
had his matrons take extra detailed notes, temperature readings,
measurements. In a few days, he was satisfied. Candi was undeniably
pregnant. The Pasha would be pleased beyond measure. He would be able
to wallow in Candi's increasingly abundant flesh for the coming
months. He loved young girls. He loved fat young girls. And he loved
pregnant fat young girls most of all.

The physician had not been so overjoyed with the latest suggestion,
which appeared to have come from Hassan and Fatima. Their scheme to
buy a busty young girl and smuggle her in for enlargement before
introducing her to the Pasha struck the physician as enormously
dangerous and foolhardy. It would take only one of the Pasha's
unscheduled spot inspections to blow the whole plan sky-high. Sure, it
was Hassan's neck on the block, and Fatima's, but if this sort of
deception was discovered, heads would literally roll, and nobody could
feel safe from the wrath of a cheated Pasha.

All I want, he thought, is a quiet life between now and retirement.

Fat chance there was of that.


**********

Emily rolled over and climbed on top of Mansoor. He squinted up at
her, the small, plump breasts with their long, erect nipples, and
beyond, her laughing face, urging him on again for another
match-winning performance.

"C'mon, lover, first time today, then I'll get up and make you a real
English breakfast."

Mansoor felt suddenly ill. The very thought of a huge English
breakfast was enough to make him want to rush into the toilet. He was
sure Emily did it to him on purpose, the little minx. She raised
herself slightly, concentrating hard and biting her lip; then lowered
herself gently, feeling him slide endlessly inside her. She bent
forward and kissed him on the lips.

He tensed his muscles, before thrusting upwards into her, and she
squealed in delight, mashing herself down on to him. They both gasped,
and he gripped her tight little buttocks to make the moment last as
long as possible. Emily grinned down at his expression as she tensed
her internal muscles, milking him without any need for them to move
their bodies. He felt himself reaching toward the downward slope which
would soon become a precipice, and Emily gave a little twitch or two
to send him over the edge. Earlier in their relationship, Mansoor had
found himself wondering where she had learned these delicious little
tricks. Tricks of the trade?

"Oh, yessss!" Emily began to shudder, and Mansoor felt her wetness on
his groin and balls as she shifted her position to take him even
deeper. He felt her wrapping herself around the very base of his cock,
panting as his body rubbed tantalisingly against her little love-bud.
She began to pant like a hot dog, bucking and rocking to and fro as
the tempo became more urgent; until no matter what they did, the end
was inevitable for both of them, and there they were, cruising
downhill to a climax that seemed to last for ever.

Well, almost.

"I'm sure they're getting bigger", he said, cupping her breast as it
filled his hand, the still proud nipple hard against the palm.

"You think so?" She peered down at herself, gently lifting her other
breast, feeling its weight. "You could be right. Do you think I'll end
up as big as Toots?"

"I hope not", he grimaced. "And *certainly* not as big as Kitty. Don't
even think about it!"

"Would you still love me if they did get big? Really big, I mean."

"Of course!"

"Darling, I've been thinking." She traced patterns on his chest with a
finger. "You know Candi's still in there, and she asked Caro to come
back for her?"

Mansoor narrowed his eyes. He could tell something big was coming, and
dreaded to think what it was.

"You know we've got nobody on the inside at the harem now that Adnan's
not there."

Here it comes, he thought.

"Why don't I go in there?"

It was said. Mansoor's head was spinning. What reason could he produce
to scotch this ridiculous plan? The truth was simple enough. He loved
Emily to distraction, and losing her would tear him apart. He could
not bear the idea of her being in danger, and allowing her to be
introduced into the harem was highly dangerous. Anyway, it would be
one thing getting her in there, another thing entirely getting her and
Candi out.

"Em, you haven't thought about this. What would be the use of you
going in there? We would still need someone from the outside to
penetrate the harem security, and that's sure to have been doubled
since the last time."

"You'll think of something, darling! Once I'm inside, I can talk to
Candi and we'll both be prepared for whatever you do. It won't be like
last time, when the girls didn't even know we were coming for them."

"And you think they're going to let a laundry van inside again?"

"No, of course they won't. They won't need to. Look, how do the new
girls get into the harem?"

"The dealer brings them. Quite often it's the same dealer, the smooth
one who wears the blue suits. Had his own helicopter. He lands a short
distance away from the harem and takes his girls in. The Pasha looks
them over, and they stay."

"What if they don't stay - if the Pasha doesn't want them?"

"I suppose the dealer takes them out again. He'll probably have a
buyer somewhere else he can try. He might have to settle for a lower
price, but he'd still make a profit."

"Okay. Isn't there a chance we could do a swap? We could persuade the
dealer to take in some girls who weren't quite suitable. The Pasha
would reject them. But instead of those girls going out with the
dealer, Candi and I would come out instead."

"It stinks, Em. It's a lousy idea!"

"We'll do it, then?"

"Absolutely not!"


**********

There was a knock on the front door, then the bell rang.

"Who can that be?" said Lucinda, anxiously. She didn't want to answer
the door, as only the three of them were at home, Toots looked up at
Piers, and he reluctantly got up. The bell rang again.

"Don't let anyone in, okay?" Lucinda called as Piers went out to the
front door. Their father was still at work, and would be out until
nine o'clock. Mother had gone to collect Caro from her swimming class.
Her last words had been to let no-one into the house. There were still
twenty minutes before she was due home. It was a filthy wet evening.
If it hadn't been, Toots would have sneaked out and earned herself a
few more pounds, and Piers would have been occupied as well.

The girls heard voices, then the sitting room door opened and Janet
Freshwater came in, with Piers gesturing helplessly behind her.

"Oh, hello, Mrs Freshwater", said Cinders, putting down her homework
books. She was perched on the settee with her legs tucked up beneath
her. Shrouded in a generously cut maternity smock, she had almost
disguised her bust.

"Hi, Mis Freshwater", Toots said, not getting up. Janet raised an
eyebrow several inches at the sight of Toots. She was lying on her
stomach on the rug, wearing only pants and bra. The contrast between
the dazzling white underwear and her rich brown skin was startling.
Even more startling was the contrast between her tiny bottom, with the
little briefs riding up into the taut crack of her behind, and the
huge breasts, squashed against the floor beneath her skinny chest. The
bra looked unreal. The body band was four inches wide, and secured by
eight heavy duty hooks. The shoulder straps were two inches wide, and
thickly padded where they crossed her bony shoulders.

There was a faint but unmistakeable odour of sex about the girl. She
had not showered since coming home from school, and her lunchtime had
not been entirely free of business appointments.

Janet looked away in embarrassment, and Toots sniffed loudly before
returning to her book, following the words on the page with a gnawed
fingernail.

"Did you want Mum?" Cinders asked.

"Well, not really. It's a funny thing, but it was Caro, or yourselves.
In fact, I'll ask you now. The reporters who were here to get a story
about Candi. They said something that worried me, and I wondered if it
was true. Oh, maybe it would be better to ask Carolyn, she's older.
Although she wasn't actually *in* the ... the place."

"The harem, Mrs Freshwater?" Toots asked innocently, looking up at her
and absently scratching her inner thigh, just above where it
disappeared into her panties. Mrs Freshwater had to look away again.

"Yes", she muttered, "the harem."

"What was the question, Mrs Freshwater?" Cinders asked softly.

"It's about what they do to girls. I know you said Candi had been made
... bigger. And I thought you said she wasn't just ..."

"Bigger tits?" prompted Toots.

Janet nodded and ploughed on. "She's big all over, apparently. But the
reporters said they sometimes get a knife and cut girls ..." she
tailed off uncomfortably.

"Dey cut dere clits off", Toots informed her, and Janet went pale,
holding a hand to her head. "An' dey get your pussy lips an' go snip,
snip. Did that to Tigger, they did, and they was going to do it to me,
only I got myself slung out an sentenced to death ...!"

"Toots, stop it!" Toots was prepared to go on at some length, and
looked up in surprise at Piers when he shouted at her.

"I was only tellin' de troof", she pouted, tears springing to her
eyes. Cinders held out a hand to the little black girl and she got off
the floor and went to her. "She wanted the troof. I was only telling
her!"

"I know, love", and Cinders hugged her tightly. She looked up at Janet
and shook her head. Janet was chewing on her fingers and staring at
Toots in horror. 

"Do they do all these things? Do they cut little girls, and sentence
them to death?"

Cinders honestly didn't know. "They won't, not to Candi", she said.

"We're going to get her out, Mrs Freshwater", insisted Piers. "I
already told you. We're going back and we're going to get her out.
She'll be all right. We're ... we're going to be married!" Piers
ended, blushing, and Toots giggled.

"I'm gonna be a bridesmaid, Mrs Freshwater", she crowed. "Me an'
Cinders, wid our big titties, we carry Candi's dress down de aisle!"

Janet stood up, tears in her eyes. Cinders released Toots and followed
Candi's mother to the door, and out into the hallway. "I'm sorry about
Toots, Mrs Freshwater, she's had a bad time where she's been. One
minute she's happy ..."

"... oh, she's happy, all right. She's getting off with every boy in
the whole county three times a day, she's happy all right ...!"

"... and then she's not. Sometimes, in bed, I hear her crying her eyes
out in the middle of the night. She's not even ten yet, she shouldn't
have to go through anything like this." She opened the door for Janet,
who looked at her and shook her head sadly.

"I suppose so, love. Sorry, everything's been getting too much, and
now these stories about what they're doing to my little girl. Thanks!
I'll see you soon." And she turned and set off down the road to her
lonely cottage.

Lucinda returned to the sitting room. Piers had put a comforting arm
round Toots, who was leaning against his shoulder in a
not-too-sisterly way. Piers was reacting in a not-too-brotherly way,
and feeling decidedly uncomfortable around the pants.

"Come on, Toots, it's time for an early night", said Cinders, holding
her hand out. Eyes downcast, toes turned inwards, Toots reached out
and took the older girl's hand. She gave a little wave of goodnight to
Piers, and the two girls went upstairs to their room.





<End of Part IX>

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