SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART VI 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. Those readers who have been following the story so far will forgive us if we indulge at this stage in a little straightforward narrative, free of those splurges of one-handed reading which have so marred earlier episodes. SEX SLAVES OF EAST LONGSHOTT DOWN - PART VI by Infidel Dog Chapter 19:- In The Lion's Den "As soon as you all get inside, remember, call in for a radio check as I told you. We don't want anyone wandering around with their radio switched off." Mansoor handed each of them a radio, about the size of a large slab of chocolate. A strap went around the neck and the radios dangled down the open front of the girls' jackets. Toots had trouble finding hers as it instantly disappeared into her bottomless cleavage. She fumbled around for it, pushing her breasts apart, but they squeezed back together again every time she tried to make a grab for the radio. "Just pull on the strap, it'll come out eventually", advised Emily, and gave Toots's shoulder an affectionate squeeze before the girl clambered into the basket. She waved bye-bye cheerily, then gave a yelp as the lid came down on a stray nipple. They got the lid down at the second attempt, and heard her singing to herself inside. "That one's got no imagination at all", said Emily, shaking her head. She hugged Frida, then Caro, then the two of them crouched by the back doors waiting for Adnan to appear. Short and slightly overweight, he came out puffing as if he had been running, shook hands briefly with Mansoor, then the two of them hoisted the laundry basket between them. "Shit, what's in here?" grunted Adnan. "Toots", she's only little, but her tits weigh more than the rest of her. "Toots? Not that little kid we threw out? She's taking a risk, coming back here!" "She wouldn't let us come without her." They dumped the basket down on the laundry floor, bringing a little squeak of protest from inside. The men looked around. Mansoor tossed a spare radio to Adnan. "Hang that round your neck." He keyed his own transceiver. "Fox, this is Mike, radio check, over?" he whispered. The answer came back immediately. "Mike, Fox, loud and clear, out!" "Echo, Charlie, this is Mike, all clear, girls, go, go, go!" The girls, breathless, joined them within seconds. Mansoor flung open the lid of the basket and Toots clambered out, bringing a gasp of recognition from Adnan, who had remembered her as a rather more overweight little girl, not this skinny creature with two outsized blimps on her chest. Toots hit the ground running, and set off in the direction of the engineer's workshop, the other girls panting along behind her. The two men heard their breathless voices call in on the radio, ending with a squeaky little voice, "Fox, dis is Tits, radio check?" Toots's accent was more marked through the tiny louspeaker. Now all Mansoor and Adnan could do was wait, wait until the girls reached their destination. Wait and pray. ********** Toots flung herself into the engineer's workshop, the others piling in behind her. Emily turned and stood in the doorway, as look-out. Panting, she keyed the radio. "Mike, Echo, at the engineer's. No problems." The engineer had a problem. His jaw almost hit the workbench when he saw Toots, although he had the same problem believing the sight of her as Adnan had, for the same reason. Or both the same reasons. "Hi, Mister Inventor", she sang, playfully. "You wanna suck-off, baby?" He shook his head vigorously, muttering through his tape gag. Meanwhile, Caro found a pair of shears and cut him loose from the bench. "Keys. Where are de keys?" Toots rapped at him in a fierce whisper, and he nodded to a row of hooks behind the door. "Which ones?" "I'll bring them all", said Caro, "what about these little silver ones?" "Yes", said Emily, "they'll be the masters for the girls' pussy-locks." "Got them! Let's go, girls! Mike, Charlie, on our way ..." and they scampered off down the passage, dragging the bewildered engineer with them. "Which door, inventor?" asked Toots, and the engineer reluctantly nodded to the next but one. Caro fumbled with the keys, trying several. They were all neatly labelled in Arabic. At last, she found one that turned, and the door opened. They pushed inside, where it was totally dark, and closed the door behind them. "Where's the light switch?" Emily hissed. "Who's that?" came a whispered girl's voice in accented English. Caro's heart leapt. "Erica, is that you?" "No, it's me, Kitty! Is that you, Candi?" "No, it's Caro." "Caro?" came another whisper from across the room. "It's Erica, I'm over here. Where did you come from? Did they capture you as well?" "No time to explain. Where's the light switch." "No lights, they went off about midnight, and they haven't come back on." "Who else is in here? Is Lucinda here?" "Asleep, I think. I'll wake her. And Candi's in sick bay ..." "What's the matter ...?" "Pasha raped her. Front and back. She was in a lot of pain ..." Caro stifled a sob. "Caro?" it was Cinders's sleepy voice. "You here?" "Cinders, baby, we've come for you. We've come to take you home, darling. We've come to take all of you home!" There was a screech of noise from the radios. "Stand by, say again", said Emily. Another screech. Nothing they could recognise. Suddenly, with a clarity that made them all jump, "Echo, this is Fox." "Was that Frida?" exclaimed Erica. "Fox, Echo, go ahead." "Message from Mike, stay where you are. Problems. Stay where you are, you copy?" "Roger", gulped Emily. "Oh fuckin' hell, that's stuffed it! Jeez, I wish we could get a light on in here." The engineer was making mooing noises inside his gag. "Oh, shut up, you", Toots told him. He moaned again, and Toots, locating him by the sound, gave him a short-arm jab. There was a choking noise. "I guess he still got him balls, den!" she giggled, cheerfully. The engineer moaned again, making urgent noises. Toots hissed at him, "you want another of them, inventor? Shut up, can't you?" "Wait, Toots. He's the engineer. Maybe he can help us get a light on in here." Emily nudged him. "Can we. Lights on?" the moaning became more insistent. "Get his gag off, quick! If he shouts for help, hit him with yer radio, okay?" Caro felt for the engineer's face, found the end of the tape, and yanked it off with a ripping sound. "Yaaagh!" he yelled, "Ooof!" he continued, as Toots's radio thumped down on his head. The engineer sank to the floor. "Too hard, Toots!" Caro felt for the man's body and shook his shoulder. "Any water in here, anybody?" "Here", said Erica, "don't move, I'll bring it over." Erica arrived with a mug of water. Feeling her way across the floor with a hand outstretched in front of her, she found Caro; but in the same instant tripped over the engineer, emptying the mug. Fortunately, she emptied it on him, and he came back to consciousness, spluttering, and trying to get out from underneath Erica. At any other time, he might have enjoyed the experience. "Light", he blurted at last. In laundry, next door, through that wall." It wasn't making a great deal of sense. Emily tried again. "Where is the light switch?" "Switch in laundry. Is through that wall, there." "We can't go through the fuckin' wall, sunshine, can we?" "Hang on, Em. Mike, this is Charlie, you in the laundry?" Silence. "Mike, this is Echo, you there?" Frida came through again. "Echo and Charlie stand by. Mike, can you hear me, over?" Silence. "Mike, this is Fox, come in?" Silence. "Mike, this is Fox, nothing heard", and Frida's voice choked off in a sob. ********** I had been unable to sleep, for worry. Not just about the Pasha's inspection and his outburst of wrath, but about young Candi, lying in the sick bay. It was very early, but sleep would not come. I got up and went to the window. The sun was up, I could just see - looking away to my left - a eunuch, one of the security guards, leaning on the gates with the sun on his face. I could also just see the front end of a vehicle. It seemed to be one of those ugly French H-Vans, dull grey and rusting. From its position, it seemed to be backed up to the door of the laundry. Strange! At this time of the day, it was surely a little too early for deliveries. I picked up the phone, meaning to ring the laundry, then put it down. I'll walk down that way, I thought, and then I can call in at the sick-bay as well. I dressed quickly, and stepped out of the bedroom door, being quiet so as not to awaken the rest of the inmates. But as I was about to step out of the door, I heard footsteps going past, ans as I looked out cautiously, there were two men walking away from me, down the corridor in the opposite direction, away from the laundry. One of them looked like the laundry technician. The other one, seen from behind, was a stranger. They were walking quietly, creeping, almost. Suspicious. I followed, and as the first man rounded a corner and disappeared out of sight, I crept closer to the laundry man and said, conversational, like,"Good Morning, Adnan, you're up and about early!" He spun round and made a grab at my throat. But I had been ready for him to make an attack, and stepped backwards, grabbing at his shirt and dragging him off balance, then hit him on the back of the neck on the way down. Quickly, I heaved him back into my bedroom, and dumped him on the floor. I peered back out into the passage. No sign of the other one. There was a little radio on a strap round Adnan's neck. I took it off, and keyed the microphone briefly. A red light flashed on for a half second or so. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the radio spoke to me. "This is Mike, say again?" I juggled with it and caught it by its strap, then hung the radio round my neck. It spoke again. "Say again, Mike?" it was a woman's voice. Or a girl. Sort of a sing-song voice. I don't know why I did it. I keyed the microphone and spoke. "This is Adnan, hello?" Instantly the girl rebuked me. "Use your proper callsign, Adnan!" How dare a *girl* talk to *me* like that! Shit! The radio squawked at me again, and whistled. There were voices there, but nothing I could recognise. Too damned technical for me. I switched the radio off, and the little illuminated display went out. Useless thing, I threw it on the bed. Once more, I went out into the passageway, and this time, turned towards the laundry. I would have a quick look around in there for anything suspicious, then I would call the security guards. ********** Frida sat for several minutes in the back of the van. Mansoor must be in trouble. He wasn't answering the radio. She had told the girls to keep quiet, and still she had heard nothing from Mansoor. She made her mind up. Rummaging in the large basket, she found the spare handy-talkie, switched it on, and hung it round her neck. Then she jumped lightly down from the back of the van and slipped through the double doors into the laundry. No sooner was she inside, than she heard footsteps coming down a passageway, flapping sandals. The laundry basket was where it had been dumped, the lid still open. She leapt in and pulled the lid down on top of her. Crouched on the layer of clothes, she imagined she could still feel the warm scent of Toots's body clinging to the material. Please, she thought; please, whoever you are, go away. ********** Mansoor had heard the strange voice call out on the radio. Adnan's name, but not his voice, so he was probably in difficulties. No point in going back that way and walking into trouble. Had to get to the girls. He ducked into an archway and pulled the map from his pocket. He studied it for a few moments, then struck off down a corridor at right angles to his own. In a few seconds, he came to a sort of crossroads. This time, more sure of his direction, he turned right, and found himself facing a door clearly labelled in Arabic. 'Engineer's Workshop'. ********** I came into the laundry. No one about. The machines were all silent, which was unusual, they were normally purring away all night. Strangely, they were switched off. There were no lights on the machines. I checked the cables and everything seemed as it should be. Tried the switches, no difference. I was about to leave and go back to my room, the way I had come, when there was a funny noise. It sounded like the screechy noise the little radio had made. Only it came from the other side of the laundry, over there. I went across the room. Nobody about. The place was like a tomb. There was a big laundry basket on the floor; I had to squeeze past the damned thing to see down the corridor which led towards the engineer's workshop, then on in the direction of the sick bay. The new girls were in a room down that corridor, locked in by now. Fatima would have made certain the door was locked once the girl Candi had been taken down to the physician's little empire. No, there was nobody down there, either. There were only three ways in and out of the laundry. The third way was the door leading to the outside. The van was still out there, I could see the back of it through the outer doors. No sign of life out there, either, and the eunuch at the gate would see if anyone got up to any tricks out there. ********** It was still totally dark in the sleeping quarters. The girls had found their way about the room, and now sat in what they thought was probably a circle on the floor. The engineer stood to one side. He had given up trying to explain how to switch the light on, and was trying to make sense of the girls' short, rapid bursts of nervous, whispered conversation. Emily spoke into the radio again. "Fox, this is Echo, come in, please", she pleaded, but there was now not even a reply from the van. They were in deep shit, she thought. Suddenly, the radio blurted sound, then spoke clearly. "Echo, this is Mike, where are you?" "Mike, this is Echo! We're still in the girls' room, where are you?" "Dunno, can't be far away. Engineer's workshop. How do I get to you from here?" Emily had no idea. She had got here by following Toots's little bottom down the corridor. "Mike, this is Tits", there was the sound of a snigger from one of the girls. "Turn left out of the door, then take the second left. We're right in front of you". "Roger!" But the silence lengthened. Nothing. The radio squawked briefly once, but that was all. Back in the shit again. ********** I stood in the laundry, wondering where the radio noise could have come from. I didn't really know what to do. I could go down this corridor and have a look for the intruder that way. I could go back to my room and get Adnan to talk. Or I could call the guards. Something caught my eye, up in the corner of the room, distracting me. There was a piece of equipment there, up on the wall, that looked somehow unfamiliar. Something electrical. Ah, yes, a switch-box, and normally its door would have been shut. I went over to it, and saw a number of red buttons, all marked 'reset'. The rest of the buttons in the switchbox were all pressed in, but not these five. I pressed one. It went click and stayed pushed in, and behind me, a machine whirred into life. Hello! I pressed another, and the same thing happened. So I pressed the other three. ********** The lights were almost blinding. The girls saw each other for the first time. Lucinda struggled to her feet and rushed to throw herself into Caro's arms. They hugged each other for several seconds before Caro seemed to become aware of something unusual about her sister. She stepped back and held her at arms' length. "Oh, my God, Cinders, what have they done to you?" She spun round and stared in turn at Erica, and Kitty, her eyes becoming wider and wider. Kitty, meanwhile, had done a double-take on Toots, until the little black girl grinned all over her face and bounced over to hug Kitty. "Sistah!" she gurgled happily, as something in excess of seventeen feet of breast flesh merged in a great collision like four giant marshmallows. Emily, now standing by the door, and keeping a wary eye on the engineer, said, "sorry to break up the party, girls, but we came to take you all out of here. We've got a van outside, and a couple of blokes, but God knows what's happened to them. Any road, there's us lot in here, and Piers, and Candi ..." Lucinda broke in. "Caro, what are we going to do about Candi?" ********** Had he gone? Frida heard the man's sandals pattering about in the laundry. Then the machines all started up. Now she couldn't hear anything but the machines. Was he still there, waiting for her to open the lid like a jack-in-the-box? Dare she use the radio? The last time she had tried, it had made a noise and frightened her half to death. She had turned the volume down. Could she whisper into it now, and call for help. The noise of the machines might work in her favour for once. She found the radio, and turned the volume up slightly, so she would hear any reply. Then she keyed the microphone, closed her eyes and whispered, "Hello, anyone, this is Fox, can anybody hear me?" There was silence, then she turned the volume knob a fraction more, in time to hear, "Fox, this is Mike, you're very weak, where are you?" "I'm in the laundry", she sobbed, "in the basket". There was silence while Mansoor tried to make sense of that. Then: "Stand by, Fox, I'll come and get you." "Please be careful", she whispered. ********** The girls stood, transfixed, staring at each other. Suddenly, two transmissions had come through on Emily's radio as clear as crystal. So, Frida was in a basket in the laundry, and Mansoor was going to get her! Did they dare risk a dash through the corridors to the van? Emily said, "if we heard both of them, surely they can hear us", and quickly called, hello, Mike, this is Echo, can you hear us?" "Echo, where have you been?" panted Mansoor, obviously running through the corridors in search of the laundry. "We're still here, in the girls' room. What shall we do?" "Don't move. Whatever you do, stay there. Lock yourselves in and leave the key in the lock. Do *not* go anywhere! I'll call you shortly." "Sounds as if we've got to stay here", said Emily. "He sounded quite firm on that." "Well, we might as well be comfortable while we're waiting", said Caro, and they all sat down on the floor again. Chapter 20:- Rabbit Warren I stood for a couple of minutes, after starting the machines again. The radio noise I thought I'd heard hadn't happened again. Had I been mistaken? Or had the intruder come down the other corridor, then realising he had found his way back to the laundry, retraced his steps? Call the guards. No. First things first. Check the girls' door. See that Candi was still in the sick bay, and still alive. The Pasha would be most upset if he had killed her, just when she was fattening up so nicely. After that, time for a word with Adnan. It would save time, instead of having everybody rushing around the harem looking for one man. The place was a rabbit warren of corridors and nooks and crannies. There was another thing, even more important. The Pasha was going to go mad when he discovered there'd been an intruder, an intruder with balls! If I could catch him, without needing to call the guards, I personally would go up in the Pasha's estimation at the same time as reassuring him about our security arrangements. I hurried back to my room. ********** Mansoor heard the machines start up in the laundry, without realising what they were. He was in the engineer's workshop, looking round. There were fiendish half-finished machines all around him. He picked up something like a small milking machine and put it back down with a shudder. One wall was completely covered with photographs of women and girls. Some were undergoing what appeared to be strange rituals involving complicated machinery. Gleaming stainless-steel components were connected to snaking plastic pipes and oddly-shaped containers. In amongst all this bizarre equipment, female flesh bulged and glistened. Frightened faces of every colour peered at the camera. Many of the women in the photographs were heavily pregnant. In several of the pictures, harem matrons were seen taking measurements of these women, draping tape measures around their huge bellies. The photographs must have been carefully selected from the thousands produced every month. Most featured pregnant women or young girls, obviously the engineer's particular weakness. Without exception, the females all had huge breasts. Some of these freakish creatures were beyond Mansoor's belief. He shook his head as he stared at the glossy colour prints, row upon row of them. Despite his revulsion, he was fascinated by the collection. It must have represented the dedicated work of many years. He turned away, looking for keys. Who knew what evidence he might find if he could have a quick look round. First, though, he had to get to the girls. He knew he was close to their room. With any luck, he could gather them up and take them out to the van, collecting Frida from her laundry basket on the way. Toots's instructions on the radio had been hopelessly wrong, and had led him along an endless succession of corridors which all seemed to slope downwards. At last, he had retraced his steps, and found himself back at the engineer's workshop. What had Toots told him? Turn left, then take the second left? This time, he went right, then took the second turning on the right. There was a door immediately in front of him. He tried the door handle, then knocked. He could hear flapping sandals approaching. Mansoor looked around desperately, saw an alcove in the wall, and squeezed himself into it. It was a tight fit, but it would have to do. ********** A black man came round the corner and went straight up to the door. He tried the handle, turned it, pushed a couple of times, then seemed satisfied, and carried on down the corridor, and out of sight. ********** Adnan came round slowly. There were birds twittering in his head and his neck felt as if he'd been hit with a sledge hammer. He sat up, a little too quickly, and lowered his head again. This wasn't his room. It was a similar room to his, but more lavishly furnished. The bed was bigger. He raised his head cautiously and looked around the room. Somebody had hit him, knocked him out, laid him on the bed in a strange room. The memory came back in fits and starts. That African no-ball, it was. And this was probably his room. Where had we been going, he thought. Ah, it comes back. Fetching the boy, Piers. Well, it doesn't take two of us to do that. Still got the key to the room? Let's go. Radio. The radio was no longer round his neck, but it was lying here on the bed. Adnan switched it on. It seemed to work. Cautiously he keyed the microphone and spoke softly, "Hello? Hello ..." What was that animal's name? Dog? Wolf? Fox! And I'm Alfie. Alpha. "Hello, Fox, this is Alpha, can you hear me?" There was no answer. He tried again, talking louder this time, but there was still nothing. Adnan switched off the radio, dropped it on the bed and opened the door cautiously. The coast was clear, so he slipped out and turned left, away from the laundry, toward the boy's bedroom. ********** Mansoor stepped forward out of the shadows, crossed the corridor in half a dozen strides, and knocked softly on the door. "Hello? Hello, can you hear me in there? Caro? Emily?" he rattled the door handle. Then there was the sound of someone coming along the corridor. Was it the black man coming back? There was no time to get back into the shadow of the alcove. He turned and legged it down to the laundry. At least, he thought, he would be able to get Frida out of the basket and back into the van. Then he could reassure her, and get the radios working again. There was the basket, with the lid shut. He darted into the laundry and pulled the lid open. A startled yelp came from Frida, cowering helplessly, face down in the bottom of the basket. "Frida, quickly, get up and come with me!" She looked up at him for the first time, and almost fainted from shock and relief. She could hardly climb out of the basket, her knees were so weak. Mansoor gripped her either side of the chest and lifted her clear, then set her down on the floor. He was uncomfortably aware of her thrusting breasts, warm and resilient against his hands. She had also pissed herself in her terror, he realised. She was embarrassed, and blushed for shame. What craziness, bringing a child along on a cock-up like this. "Come on, no time", he hissed, grabbing the girl's arm and hustling her out of the double doors to the van. "Inside, then I'll hide you with these empty baskets. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." And he hugged the little blonde girl briefly before dragging the two large laundry baskets across the floor of the van. Frida was now safely hidden from the view of anyone at the back doors. She couldn't be seen from outside the van at all. ********** In the tense atmosphere inside the girls' room, they heard somebody grab at the door handle, then a knock. It was followed by a moment's silence, then a more determined rattling of the handle, several times. Another silence, then a another knock, followed by Mansoor's voice calling them. They looked at each other uncertainly, and Caro got up to answer the door, but when she bent to the keyhole and whispered into it, "who's there?" she received no reply. The others had stood up. They approached, watching the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment, offering them freedom. It didn't. What a let-down. An anti-climax. Emily made her decision. "Look, we've sat here long enough. I vote we make a run for it back to the van, all of us. Then even if Mansoor isn't about, we'll get the fuck out and escape. It's what he told us to do if there was any trouble. It's Plan B." Caro wasn't so sure. "We haven't given Plan A much of a chance yet. What if Mansoor's out there, and they've captured him? We'll walk out of here straight into a trap." "You want to sit here until they come in and grab us, then?" There was a certain logic to that. "Shall we vote on it?" Caro quavered. When it came to it, none of the girls was too keen on the idea of democracy, but it seemed the only way to come to a decision. "All those who want to make a dash for it, put your hands up", said Caro watching the others and keeping her hand firmly down. Emily, Erica and Toots put their hands up straight away. Lucinda wanted to but got it half way up then put it down again. "Looks like we make a dash, then", Caro said in a small voice. "Anyone want to change their mind?" Emily asked. "Right, here's what we'll do. Toots, you know the way better than the rest of us. You go first. Then the rest of you. Keep a good distance apart, then you won't bump into one another. Count five, then run, right?" "Wrong!" It was Kitty. "What's the matter?" Emily asked aggressively. "Don't you want to get out of here?" "Course I do. But I can't run, not with these. I haven't got my boys!" "Your BOYS? You want boys? We're trying to get out of this joint, not have a fuckin' party." Erica shook her head. "She means her boys. The ones that carry her boobies. She's got four little black boys, and they carry them for her. She can't run with those things!" Emily looked at Kitty. She could see Erica's point. The girl's mammoth breasts hung to below her knees. "We'll carry them. Caro can carry one, Erica the other. Toots can still go first, then Cinders, then you three. I'll come along last of all with the engineer." "What do we need him for?" asked Caro. "He might come in useful. We'll take him. He'll be no trouble!" The engineer had heard them talking about him and looked suddenly apprehensive, but Emily smiled sweetly at him and he relaxed. "Are we ready, then?" "As ready as we'll ever be", Caro muttered. "Just a minute!" Emily said. "You got the silver keys? The pussy-lock masters?" Caro held them up and nodded. "Okay, bring them along, we'll unlock you all when we get in the van!" Emily turned the key in the lock, eased the door open, and peered out into the corridor. ********** Wherever Hassan had gone, he didn't seem to have roused the guard. Strange, thought Adnan. Surely that ought to have been the first thing to do after spotting something suspicious. He had reached the door of the room where Piers was being kept. On the way, he had seen nothing, heard nothing. It could have been a perfectly ordinary early morning in the harem. He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. Adnan, with a feeling of deja vu, looked around before darting inside and pulling the door closed behind him. The matron was still writing something at her desk at the end of the corridor. He turned the other way and rounded the bend. There was the row of doors. The fifth door was 'Special Treatment No 2'. He tried it. It opened. He tiptoed straight to the fifth bed, and pulled back a corner of the covers. Piers opened one eye and looked at him. "You brought Candi? Where's Candi?" he asked petulantly. "Get up. Time is short!" Adnan hissed, and the boy lowered his feet to the floor. "Your sister is here. We find Candi now!" The effect was immediate. At the mere mention of the girl's name, the boy became intantly erect. It fascinated Adnan. "Candi?" he said, experimentally, and Piers started panting, clutching at his huge tool and frenziedly working it like a pump-action shotgun. He stood back as it fired off an impressive salvo which splattered across the shiny marble floor. Adnan raised an eyebrow. An great party trick, he thought. "Come on then, let's get out of here!" he whispered, and led the boy out through the open doors. He left the doors open after them. If the other four boys got loose when they awoke, and discovered the harem girls, there would be all hell let loose. It might create a useful diversion. "This way", said Adnan, and took a side passageway which would lead them past the sick bay. It would be just as quiet, and it would avoid passing Hassan's room. ********** Meanwhile, I was in the physician's department, talking to Fatima. The girl Candi had been asleep, and looked quite peaceful. I had looked down on her vastly-bloated shape lying on the bed covered only by a sheet. They had found her a thin cotton night-dress. Satisfied that the girl was still alive, I had been about to go and interview Adnan when Fatima appeared at my side. "She seems much better", she whispered, and signalled for me to follow her into the next room. There were a couple of orderlies and matrons pottering about, and obviously she wanted to speak to me privately about the girl. I followed her. "Is she badly hurt?" I asked her. If she died, coming on top of all this business with the the inspection cock-up and the intruder, heads would certainly roll. "No. In fact, she seemed quite cheerful once they took the wheelchair to pieces and put her to bed. Maybe it was just the sudden shock. The master is rather large for such an inexperienced young girl." "She doesn't always appear inexperienced. At times she is quite womanly!" "Hassan, if I didn't know you better, I would almost imagine you had a soft spot for our young Candi!" Fatima enjoys embarrassing me. "Or even a hard spot!" Fatima can be so *lewd* sometimes. It comes of spending so much time with those matrons. They take female flesh too much for granted. To my horror and delight, Fatima edged closer to me, and pressed her generous breasts against my chest. She is an attractive woman, even after all these years. "We haven't *done* anything for quite some time, Hassan", she murmured, playfully. She's at her most dangerous when she's playful. "Why don't we go to your room and fuck for an hour or so!" "Fatima, it's only five in the morning!" "Oh, all right, then. Make it three hours, but not a minute more!" I remembered a good reason why I couldn't go to my room. "We can't!" "Why not?" "I have to see someone. An interview. An important interview, in my room, this morning. Now, in fact!" "Well! You sneaky dog. Hassan has a woman in his room! The matrons will enjoy this scandal!" "It's not a woman!" and I turned and tried to escape, out into the main room. The orderlies and the matrons looked up as I passed, closely followed by the lewdly leering Fatima. "You've got a MAN in your room. This gets better and better, tell me .." She'd stopped taunting me. I looked round, and Fatima was standing there, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish, no noise coming out. She was pointing. Pointing at Candi's bed. The sheet was draped across the floor, but Candi wasn't in it. I mean, the size of her, you could hardly miss her if she was! "Maybe she went to the loo?" I said, "Where is it?" Fatima shook her head. "It's through the room where were standing. She'd have had to walk straight past us to get there. No! Your fat little girlfriend has run away!" Chapter 21:- Diversions Mansoor made a final check that Frida was safely hidden in the van, then ran into the laundry. He listened, deciding which of the corridors to take. No good trying to find Piers, not without Adnan. Better avoid the right-hand corridor, the one leading to the engineer's and the girls. The black man was down there somewhere. 'I'll turn left', he thought, 'I know the way round the back way from there, so I'll be able to find the girls' room again'. That was when he heard somebody coming up the right-hand corridor, someone in a tearing hurry. He was never going to be able to make it to the other doorway in time. He vaulted lightly into the laundry basket and pulled the lid down on top of him. ********** Toots left the girls' room, closely followed by Cinders, who wasn't letting the unbelievable little black girl out of her sight. They shot along the corridor in close formation, skidded around the corner into the laundry and caromed off the laundry basket, sending it lurching across the smooth marble floor. Toots stopped to get her bearings, hopping round in a little circle in the middle of the floor, her vast breasts bouncing around out of control as she did so. Lucinda, not knowing what else to do, jigged around as well. Fortunately, no-one was present to witness the memorable sight. Toots completed her circuit, then continued at breakneck speed out of the double doors that led to the van. She leapt inside without pausing, and both little girls slithered in a great rebounding heap of black and white tit-flesh on the floor of the van. They lay still, hearts thumping, panting. Frida sneaked a look round the side of her barricade of baskets. "Toots!" she whispered, and the nine-year-old almost hit the roof of the van in her shock. "Frida! Oh! Shit!" She wriggled over to the Swedish girl and kissed her all over her face like a friendly puppy. Then she remembered her manners. "Dis is Cinders", she said, "Caro's sister!" "Pleased to meet you", said the well-brought-up Frida. "You'd better come behind here and hide. I'll make some room", she added, eyeing Cinders's exuberant bosom in some disbelief. Meanwhile, some way behind, Caro and Erica were each struggling under the huge weight of one of Kitty's breasts. The awkward threesome made their way down the corridor in a lumbering parody of a waltz, rotating about their axis as they went, blundering into walls and uttering grunts and little yelps of pain. They had almost reached the laundry when they heard a movement ahead of them. Burdened as they were, they could never have turned back, so they froze where they were, peering through the laundry door, and saw Mansoor leap up like a demon king from a laundry basket and scuttle away out of sight. Too surprised to call out to him, they resumed their progress into the laundry. Twenty yards to go to safety and freedom! No sign of Toots and Cinders, so *they'd* made it all right! Shit! Somebody was coming up behind them. Someone in a tearing hurry. Without stopping to think, Caro pushed Kitty in front of her into the laundry basket and slammed the lid shut on top of her. That was the theory. In fact, there was only room in the basket for Kitty and one of her breasts. Even that was a tight squeeze. The other breast, the right one, as it happened, dangled over the side like an abandoned bean-bag. "Get out of here, quick", Caro whispered urgently to Erica, and grabbing an armful of sheets off the table, she threw them over the basket, more or less covering Kitty. Sobbing with terror, they stood in the middle of the laundry, searching hopelessly for a hiding place; then fled the only way they could, out of the doorway which led, among other places, toward Hassan's room. ********** Adnan, with Piers trotting along behind, somewhat hampered by his intermittent erection, ran as hard as he could round the maze of corridors. He was heading for the laundry by a circuitous route; he had to avoid the direct route in case they ran slap bang into Hassan, who was presumably out there somewhere on the prowl. He snatched a glance over his shoulder as he came to a sort of crossroads, and turned right. Piers was blundering along behind. Okay, they were now going in the right direction. A couple of minutes and they'd be there. ********** Candi waddled heavily up the corridor, her fleshy hips and thighs occasionally bouncing off one or other of the walls. Her breasts were even wider than her bottom, and she had to be careful not to let them get out of control. She clutched them tightly together with her arms as she hurried on. She knew her way back to the girl's room, but she was determined, while she was at least temporarily free, to have a look around, and see if she could find out anything interesting to tell the others. If anyone sees me, I'll pretend I'm sleep-walking, she thought. But when she arrived outside the room, the door, surprisingly, stood open, and looking in, she found the room empty. This was weird. The girls hadn't gone down to the physician's for measuring, she would have passed them on the way. And they never went *anywhere* else. Could the Pasha have taken them all away to rape them? Her hand crawled down to her aching pussy and bottom when she thought about it. But somebody was coming. There were footsteps. She would be discovered. Quickly, she slipped into the room, closed the door, and stood close to it where she could hear. Faintly, she heard a pair of feet hurry past the door. She was about to look out, when someone else came by. This time, she waited a few seconds before looking out. A somehow familiar figure in a nightgown was receding down the corridor. She gasped in amazement. "Psst! Piers!" she hissed. The figure stopped like a cartoon character, freezing in his tracks. Slowly, he turned his head, saw her, and blinked a few times. "Candi? Is that you?" Candi nodded, several of her chins wobbling randomly as she did so. Piers was coming towards her, a strange expression on his face. His mouth was slightly open as he looked her up and down, but his face began to break into a happy smile. His arms were spread to encircle her. And he had a gigantic dick sticking out! Christ! She thought, it's bigger than the fuckin' Pasha's. Whatever else happened in the next ten minutes, she had to get her pudgy hands on that monster poking out from Piers's thighs! She backed into the room again and Piers followed her. She closed the door behind him, took his hand and led him to her specially reinforced bed. "You look fantastic, Candi!" he whispered. "You look okay, yourself, Piers!" She wanted to ask him where he'd been, what had happened to him, where he'd got that pony-sized erection, but there were more pressing matters. Unfinished business. He had pulled the nightgown over his head and dropped it on the floor. Candi struggled out of hers, revealing several overlapping mountain ranges of flesh. Piers shook his head incredulously, and stepped closer. Candi sat on her bed, and rocked back, parting her thighs, holding out her pudgy arms, the vast pillows of her immense breasts forming a cleavage deep enough to lose his head, if he wasn't careful. "Candice Freshwater, I'm going to screw you until your tits drop off!" he breathed. "Oooh! Yes, please!" gasped Candi, feeling his enormous prong nosing its way into her moist cooze. In he went, slipping into her until Candi's eyes crossed and Piers's narrow hips wedged themselves between the young girl's yawning thighs. Seconds later, he gasped and became rigid all over, then pumped what felt like several gallons into her pussy, which somehow wasn't aching any more. "Piers, darling", she purred, happily, licking him all over his face and neck like an enormous cat. "Say it again!" "Say what again, my little pudding?" 'Little?' she thought, but let it pass. "You called me Candice!" "Well, it's your name isn't it?" said Piers defensively. "It never sounded quite the same before! Piers?" "Yes, my sweetness?" "I love you!" "And I love you, Candice!" And to her amazement and delight, she felt him already becoming huge again inside her, not two minutes after he had come the first time. What had she been missing? If they ever got out of this place alive, she wasn't going to share *this* boy with the other girls in her class at East Longshott High School. ********** Emily peered out of the engineer's workshop. She could hear faint shouts, which might have been the normal sounds of the harem waking up, or might have been pursuit. She had been following the slow-moving trio of Caro, Erica and Kitty's breasts, and pushing the engineer in front of her down the corridor toward the laundry when she'd heard footsteps pounding up behind. The only hiding place that presented itself was the open doorway of the engineer's workshop, and they had flung themselves inside, just in time to hear someone run past, panting heavily. Emily pushed the engineer in the chest, backing him up against the workbench. "Now then", she started, but her attention was caught by the picture gallery on the wall behind him. Row upon brightly coloured row of huge-breasted females, many pregnant, trying to escape from the clutches of items of incredible machinery. "Fuck me!" she announced, confusing the engineer somewhat. "You are a twisted, perverted little shit!" she told him, pointing at the pictures, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Now listen. We are going back out to that laundry room. We are going to get into that van. All of us girls." And the boy. She looked at her watch. To her amazement, only fifteen minutes had passed since the lights had come on in the girls' room. There was time to collect the boy, Piers as well. That would be a nice surprise for Caro. She shook the engineer by his shoulders to get his full attention. "Listen. There's a boy. Brother. Boy!" Oh, shit, he's useless, this one. She racked her brains for useful Arab phrases. She knew nothing that would serve her on this occasion. Try again. "Boy! BOY! Having treatment. Treatment to his willie? Hey! A boy!" She stood with her legs and knees apart, and mimed the act of playing with a big cock between her legs. Then she grabbed a large and vicous-looking saw from the bench and waved it around in a threatening manner. "See? Boy! Zubrick! Snip, snip!" The engineer made a hoarse noise of terror and backed away from her, clutching his vitals. Emily advanced on him, seized his wrist and pulled him toward the door. "You take me to boy, now!" ********** I finally got away from the sick-bay where the near-hysterical Fatima was yelling for the guards. She'd have the Pasha down here at this rate. I had to find the intruder, that was the most important thing. The girl Candi was important, but she was inside the harem, she wouldn't get away. We would find her later, and deal with her according to the rules. Meanwhile, there was work to be done, and glory to be gained. I set off up the corridor in the direction of the girls' room, the engineer's workshop and the laundry. ********** Candi lay on her back panting. She had just been gloriously fucked for the tenth consecutive time by her friend's incredible brother. The tenth time had lasted longer than the others, in the region of twenty seconds. From all she'd heard, it wasn't supposed to be quite as quick as that, but from what she'd heard, you didn't normally get it more than once in half an hour. She was brimming with bodily fluids. I'll have thousands of his babies, she thought dreamily, as Piers, apparently satiated, snored gently with his head on her pillowing breasts. She ran a hand through the soft hair at the back of his neck. I could lie here all night, she thought, feeling the soft length of Piers's boyhood still gently soaking inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment. "Who the fuck are *you*?" Candi opened her eyes in panic. Having been a virgin until last night, she'd never been caught on the job before. But she felt the full horror of it now. There was a skinny girl by the bed, an English girl, and that slimy little engineer bloke who did all the machines in the measuring rooms. "Who are *you*?" Candi retorted. "This is my bedroom!" "And who's *he*?" Emily wanted to know. Piers woke up, and tried to sit up straight, forgetting where he was. He slipped out of Candi with a painful-sounding 'plopp', and all four of them winced. Emily went on to goggle at Piers's tool, impressive even in repose. The engineer looked at it too, but had to look away after a few seconds. Piers recalled the last question. "I'm Piers", he announced. "Piers Lashmore. I say, you wouldn't have heard of my sister, by any chance, would you?" "Your sister? Your fuckin' sister, sunshine, is trying to escape from this place, and she would very much like to take you with her. But what are you doing? Lying here shagging this beached whale!" Candi took a deep breath, ready to say a few choice words, but Piers jumped in, "Caro wouldn't like to hear you saying that about her friend. This is Candice. We're going to be married!" "I can't believe I'm hearing this", groaned Emily faintly, as Candi adopted a simpering expression and threw her arms round Piers, crushing him to her bosom. He disappeared entirely. "And let the poor bastard out of that lot before you suffocate him. Then get off that pit and let's get out of here. If we move, we'll just about make it to the laundry before that bloody van leaves!" And she grabbed at Piers by his wrist and tugged him free. She grabbed at Candi and yanked her off the bed with a shuddering crash. She hurried to the door, the others following meekly in her trail. Chapter 22:- An Attempt To Sort Out The Chaos Round Here AUTHOR'S NOTE [Readers who enjoy chaos should ignore this short chapter and press on to Chapter 23.] Is it too late for a brief resume on where all the characters are at this moment in time? Too late or not, here it comes: MANSOOR: climbed out of the laundry basket two minutes ago and rushed out of the left hand door. ADNAN: rushed into the laundry and wondered where Piers had got to. CAROLYN: having covered Kitty with sheets, has also rushed out of the left hand door. ERICA: with Carolyn. TOOTS: safely in the van. FRIDA: also safely in the van. LUCINDA: also safely in the van. CANDI: contemplating having hundreds of Piers's babies. PIERS: with Candi, although both are preparing unwillingly to follow Emily. EMILY: in the girls' room, persuading Candi and Piers to leave and run for the laundry. THE ENGINEER: sticking close to Emily. KITTY: in the laundry basket (mostly). HASSAN: just left the sick-bay, going toward the laundry. [We wouldn't normally do this, but we wouldn't normally need to.]