Sheik Ibrahim closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the evening sun in his garden. Dragging on his water-pipe he dreamed of sex and sex-games with one or two of his loveliest and liveliest slave girls. So he was not pleased when his reverie was disturbed by the Matron of his harem.

“Honorable Sheik,” she whispered. “I dare to disturb concerning a most important matter. Latif, the slave-merchant, is here. He wishes to offer you a young slave, a very young one — a virgin, of course, just the way you like them. Do you want to see her?”

Ibrahim sat up at the sound of Latif’s name. The merchant had an eye for the Sheik’s favorite kind of girl. He nodded graciously — and as casually as he could. Beneath his robe, his heart was beating. Lower down, his cock seemed equally pleased to hear the news.

Latif the slave-merchant came closer, a thin cane in the right hand, leading a small girl. Her body was covered with a thin white cloth and her feet wore tiny sandals. With the late sun behind her the Sheik could clearly see that she was totally naked beneath the cloth. The merchant stopped a short distance away and pointed at the girl’s sandals. Without a word he gave his little victim a smart slap with the cane which made her whimper but she quickly bent down to remove her footwear. Then barefoot, she was led before the Sheik.

“Honorable Ibrahim,” the merchant started, “the child doesn’t understand or speak the language of the faithful, but the cane is a good interpreter.” He tapped the girl on the top of her blond head. “One little white girl, captured by pirates, still very young, still slim as a boy, but her mound of Venus is round and lovely. Would you allow me to strip her naked?”

Ibrahim gave a Latif a gracious nod of consent and the merchant whisked the cloth away from the trembling slave girl who raised her arms to hide her blushing face. The Sheik was impressed by the sight of the lovely naked child and he enjoyed her appearance of innocence. Her body was between that of a boy and a girl, but looking down he could see that Mother Nature had made her choice. The girl had a plump mound and pink labia. The upper half of her body was still closer to the boyish side. The creature was so young that no breasts were yet budding on her chest. She was flat chested as a boy, but with one simple difference. Her nipples were not a boy’s nipples! The Sheik stared at them almost in disbelief. They were unusually long, not especially slim, but long. At least three centimeters — as long as the last joint of his thumb. The Sheik closed his eyes and tried to imagine her in ten years’ time. Or even in five years, or three. She would probably grow a set of opulent breasts, and those nipples... Oh, they would hopefully grow even bigger!

The little slave-girl wept softly. She had never been stripped naked before a man before. A few days earlier, one of the slave merchant’s women who spoke some English had told her what her fate would be — a sex toy. The woman had even tickled her between her legs to make it quite clear what she meant. And now she stood here without a stitch of clothing and the blush of shame was spreading down from her face over her neck and shoulders. The merchant turned her around so that the Sheik could make a closer inspection of her rear view, and she was spared having him stare into her face for a few minutes, but then her arms were lifted up over her head and the fiendish cane insisted that she keep them there. The merchant untied her hair and her blond curls tumbled down nearly to her taut round buttocks. The Sheik’s cock was like a bomb about to explode. What a morsel!

“Would you like to touch and inspect her private parts, honorable Sheik?” Latif asked. Without waiting for a reply he produced a rough rope and forced the slave girl on to her knees then tied her elbows together with enough force to make her start crying again. Then, standing behind her, he hoisted her up, her knees in the palms of his hands, her legs spread so that her little crotch was held open like a fresh oyster. Afraid of toppling forwards the girl had to bend her body back like a bow. Howling with pain and shame she felt the hands of the greedy-looking strange man touching her all over for a long time until at last he stopped, cupping her crotch in his right hand. The Sheik stood right in front of her and admired the fully exposed sexual equipment of a youthful virgin completely open before his eyes.

He manipulated the large labia for a minute first. He took them in his expert fingers and pulled them out as much as their elasticity allowed. Hmm, nice and flexible, not like the lips of those older concubines whose labia were as tough as old boots. Ibrahim knew right away that this girl had unusual potential for elongation. He favored long and abundant sexual toys on very young girls and when he found a child with lips like this, he always liked to give Mother Nature a helping hand. The girl would be placed in the hands of a expert harem matron, who would attach lead weights to the appropriate parts of the girl’s pussy, stretching the young flesh considerably. One of Sheik’s greatest ever successes was a 15-year-old girl whose large lips hung down to the middle of her thighs before she reached the end of puberty. This one, Ibrahim thought dreamily, had the same potential.

He moved on to her small pussy lips, which were also larger than average for a pre-pubertal virgin. But the biggest surprise of all was still awaiting the Arab master. The climax of any pre-sale inspection was always the clitoris, the center of femininity. While the Sheik liked to see bizarrely long-dangling labia, he was not keen on having the clitoris too large. He had allowed some of his girls’ clitorises to be enlarged. The most outrageous of these had been the full length of his thumb, which had made the poor girl look like a boy with an embarrassingly tiny cock — although it had to be admitted that there weren’t very many boys with breasts the size of pumpkins.

In general, though, Ibrahim preferred to deal with the clitoris in a different way. Being a devout Muslim, he was obedient to the teaching of the Mullahs. Those traditionalists considered the clitoris to be the seat of evil, a place where temptation lurks, lying in wait for every young girl. According to the teaching of the Mullahs the clitoris was unnecessary, without a use, surplus to requirements; something every woman should be deprived off. Ibrahim was on good terms with the head of the Mullahs and the old — and sometimes young — Muslim clerics visited him often. He was proud to remind them that many of his harem women were happily living without that useless button known as the clitoris. To prove his adherence to their teaching of the Prophet’s word, he proudly presented to them a selection of his declitorized girls. As according to the scriptures only he could see their faces, Ibrahim made elaborate arrangements. The girls were led into the room completely naked, except that their heads were completely covered with heavy burkas. Seven or eight young girls would stand before a group of ten or a dozen Arab Mullahs, their legs parted, their knees bent, exposing their pussies completely. The clerics were happy. Ibrahim was a good Muslim and by removing the bud of temptation, he fulfilled their teaching.

Thinking of these exciting presentations, Ibrahim’s cock got even harder. He bent closer to the new slave girl and deftly slid back the foreskin. What a shock! The girl’s clitoris was bigger and thicker than that of many of his fully-grown and mature harem matrons. It was long, fat and very red, glistening with juices. Sheik Ibrahim shook his head in genuinely unfeigned disgust.

But then he had an excellent idea. He would show the Mullahs at first hand how he dealt with such a devilish organ. Yes, this demonstration would enhance his authority in the eyes of the clerics. He decided to invite all the heads of the Mullah’s school and let them witness the expert removal of such an awfully large organ. He had made up his mind. He would buy the girl and hand her over to the elongation matron first. After her large and small labia were stretched to their absolute maximum — possibly world-record length — she would be circumcised in front of the Mullahs. For the fortunate girl it would be a beautiful introduction to harem life.

Ibrahim’s cock almost exploded. He slipped his finger in the moist opening to confirm her virginity. At this moment the little slave-girl fainted and fell into the Sheik’s arms. After gazing down at her astounding nipples for a few moments he called for the Matron of the Harem to take care of the little doll and to send him another girl to relax his swollen cock.

A black slave girl, well familiar with her duties, hurried through the garden to the Sheik’s private chamber, removed her dress, knelt naked between her master’s legs and after no more than a minute of soft blow job she made him spend enormously! She had no way of knowing that it was not her charms which so excited her master. He was just dreaming about the forthcoming trimming show.

PART TWO:

The new girl was taken to the hamman, the harem bath. There, she was given a very thorough wash. Two bath attendants placed her in a shallow pool, filled with very hot water, where they scrubbed her body using a not so soft sponge. Then she was taken to a Turkish steam bath, where she had to sweat for a whole hour. Then again, back to the pool and a second round of soaping and scrubbing. Only then did the two attendants carefully examine the girl between her legs. One bath woman produced a magnifying glass and searched for hairs. She didn’t find too many because of the girl’s tender age. Whenever she did find a single blond hair, her colleague immediately plucked it out with small silver tweezers. When the two crones were satisfied with her, the new slave was absolutely clean and her skin was as pink as a new born piglet. The girl had not a single hair on her body; she was hairless as the day she was born.

The chief matron took her then to her private chambers for a entry inspection. She placed the girl on a low pedestal and examined her from head to foot. Her face, hair, neck and shoulders were done relatively quickly. Then the matron carefully felt the almost non-existent breasts. The matron’s experienced fingers felt the small breasts buds ready to spring very soon into virginal titties. She took the stiff nipples between finger and thumb and looking straight in the girl’s eyes she started to twist them, pulling them both out at the same time. The expected reaction wasn’t long in coming. Both nipples, already extremely long in their natural state, grew even stiffer. They were now incredibly long, protruding obscenely from the girl’s almost flat chest. The girl’s loud moans advised the matron that the girl was no stranger to sexual arousal. She briefly ran her hand down the flat belly and came to the most important part of the slave girl’s body. With a light tap on her inner thighs, she prompted the girl to open her legs for further viewing. The poor girl was so scared that she opened her legs even wider than the old women wanted. The matron first took the large lips between two fingers and gave them the same fondling and pulling treatment as she had given to the nipples. Hmm, she thoughts, nice and pink, soft and so flexible. The matron liked working with such young material. Next, she spread both lips to open the virginal entrance. Ohh, she breathed out, what a beauty!

She let the girl’s labia go, noting how the resilient flesh regained its original shape, and called in one of her assistants. A slave woman of her own age came in. The chef matron nodded her head and the middle-aged slave immediately understood what to do. She stepped behind the girl, took hold of the large lips in both hands and opened them as wide as possible. The chief matron could now see inside the open shell of the glistening young sex. First, she inspected the small lips, which were not small at all! They were definitely far larger than those of other girls in this age group. The matron licked her lips lasciviously as she calculated in her head the treatment needed to enhance the girl to the maximum. Finally, she cleared her throat nervously and deftly slid back the swollen hood covering the young beauty bud.

A large and terribly red clitoris popped out from its natural hiding. The matron, despite her experience, let out a shriek! “Oh my!” she cried in shock. “That thing is unbelievable!” The middle-aged slave woman came round to have a look, her eyes boggling at the sight. The matron could see that this barely-teenaged girl had even larger feminine ornaments than her own, and envy overcame her. This was not fair! But then she smiled to herself; this girl would not be keeping an appendage like this for any length of time. She smirked viciously and tugged harshly at the almost purple piece of meat. Hmm, you just wait, trollop! They will snip this big fat ugly tickler sooner than you think, she thought.

Not wanting to scare the girl too much, she returned to her small lips. Drawing on her years of experience, she picked out a set of lead weights to which were attached special clamps. Without any delay, she applied the clamps to the small lips, allowing them to hang down between the surprised girl’s legs. Then she rummaged in her box for a pair of bigger clamps with much heavier weights. With the help of the other woman, she fixed them to the girl’s large lips. Then stepping back a little, she admired her handiwork. After no more than a minute, the effect was already noticeable. The set of inner lips hung out of the slit being pulled by the lead weights. Not to be outdone, the outer lips stretched down even further. “Now listen to me girl,” said the matron in a stern voice. “You will keep those things on. All day, all night, in the bath or when you go and spend a penny. Or tuppence! Do you understand?” Without waiting for an answer, she continued. “I will see you every morning and we shall monitor the progress of your lips’ elongation. Of course, I will be measuring them every day and will adjust the weights accordingly. As you stretch more, we will be able to use more lead. I want those things down to your knees! Now run along and be a good girl. And remember, if I see you for one minute without those jewels, you will be severely punished.”

The matron then left the girl in the hands of the slave-woman and left to see Ibrahim. He always expected a detailed report about the first initiation of each girl into harem life, and he was not disappointed.

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When the chief matron finished her report, Sheik Ibrahim opened his eyes. “How long do you think it will take before she reaches the end of her stretching potential?”

The matron’s voice was husky with lust. “Not too long at all, my Lord! She has such young, flexible and resilient flesh that I would estimate that she will be completely done within a month.”

“A month, hmmm? Very well. Keep her under constant supervision. We don’t want anything going wrong with her. Anything! Do you understand? You guarantee this with your own head.”

The woman was shaken even though she was well used to threats. “Yes my master, I fully understand.”

“Or perhaps I will give you another vision of your future. A better one,” laughed the Sheik. “If anything happens to her, if she doesn’t stretch properly in the promised time, I won’t cut off your head. No, I will simply cut off your clitoris. You were saved from this operation only because you were of mature age when you joined my harem service and I don’t circumcise women over thirty, but in your case I will remove your tickler personally. Now go and do your duty.”

White-faced with shock, the matron left the room. She hadn’t even given her master her estimate of how long the girl’s labia were going to be. Maybe it would be better coming as a surprise.

Sheik Ibrahim turned to his computer and started to write a letter. It was addressed to the highest of all Mullahs, the Honorable Sheik Hassan Mustafa.

Dear Friend,

Please accept my most humble greetings to you and all the wise professors of the school. You know how much I admire your faithfulness and devotedness to the Holy Scriptures. I accept you teaching without a slightest exception.

Your teachings about Holiness and the Evil are full of truthfulness. I agree that the Devil himself took up residence in women and he hides between their legs. Yes, Master of the Wisdom, the Devil re-incarnated himself into the feminine clitoris. It is only rightful and godly, therefore, to destroy the evil. It is our solemn and Holy duty to excise each and every place where the Devil could dwell.

Just today, I found one place where such a demon could hide. I took into my possession a girl in her tenderest early teen age years. She is still an immaculate virgin, but when I inspected her accessories, I discovered that her pleasure button is grotesquely large and in my opinion unnaturally developed. This can mean only one thing. Satan himself lurks in this shameful organ ready to despoil this girl’s virginal thoughts and destroy her life. I recognized immediately that we have to remove this obscene pendant of her as soon as we can. I have placed this creature under the strictest supervision and I dare to invite you exactly in one month’s time to my palace to witness the destruction of a Devil.

I hope that you, the Wisest Scholar will bring all your professors and other teachers and come to attend the festival of piety, as I would call it.

My sincerest regards,

Sheik Ibrahim.

The Sheik then sent this letter to the head of Mullahs teaching center. He was not too surprised to receive an answer within just a couple of days.

Hassan Mustafa wrote that all the scholars were delighted by this invitation and impatiently waited for the gathering. Hassan Mustafa also asked if he could bring a master surgeon, to be the guest circumciser? This renowned doctor would be in their school at that time, performing a series of lectures about feminine anatomy, the dangers of debauchery and the appropriate cures for such mischief.

Sheik Ibrahim was overjoyed. The great doctor Ali Baba, the famous Master of circumcision, was to be his guest and would perform his art under his own roof.

The next three weeks were very hectic in the palace. Everything revolved around the upcoming visit. The chief matron reported every morning on the new girl’s progress. The woman was doing her duties well, under the threat of losing her own love-button. On the other hand, the Sheik feared that the woman’s reports were becoming somewhat exaggerated. Each day brought new and increasingly improbably measurements of the girl’s labia. Very well, if that was what the matron wanted. If she was lying about the length of the child’s lips, she knew what the result would be. The honored guests would enjoy two circumcisions instead of one!

PART 3

Well satisfied with matters and with himself, Sheik Ibrahim waited for his guests. They arrived shortly after noon in a convoy of opulent limousines. The five identical black Cadillacs all had dark tinted windows, so nobody could see in and recognize that so many of the country's most important religious people were traveling together to the same place. The drivers pulled into a large courtyard and the scholars stepped out and stood in a group around the shiny cars. Altogether thirty Mullahs had come to this gathering. The oldest one was almost eighty years old, while the youngest scholar had just turned twenty. Hassan Mustafa, who knew his way around, led the way to the wide staircase followed by the other clerics in strict order of rank and status. Right behind him came a man in his sixties, the only one of the party not clad in long black talars typically worn by Mullahs. This man wore a three-piece suit, quite obviously the work of a Saville Row tailor.

Standing at the top of the steps in a colorful full-length robe, Sheik Ibrahim immediately recognized the man as Ali Baba, the celebrated obstetrician-gynecologist. This was a genuine honor.

“My friends, welcome to my humble palace,” he greeted them in solemn tones, rubbing his hands together as he led the visitors into the cool interior. “Today you are to witness the victory of the Good over Evil. I found a devil in one of the women and we will exorcise him today before your very eyes. For this reason I am especially pleased to welcome Doctor Ali Baba, the Master of the Scalpel.” The doctor bowed his head slightly in recognition of this compliment.

“Gentleman, shall we start?” asked the Sheik, eager to see some action. The murmur of the clerics suggested that they were just as keen. “Then please follow me, my friends.” Ibrahim opened a heavy studded door and the whole group moved on through a long corridor. At the end they came to a huge gold plated gate, where Ibrahim simply clapped his hands three times. Instantly the gate swung open. The group entered a palatial lecture room with a raised table in the middle, lit by powerful overhead lamps.

At the moment the table was unoccupied, but next to it, to one side of the room, stood a narrow room, about the size of a shower stall or an old-fashioned London telephone box. On the each of the two opposing walls of this cubicle was a small platform or plinth, rather like a small step, perhaps a meter above floor level. Standing with one foot on each step was a completely nude girl. The width of the walls and the height of the steps placed her in a position where her groin was exactly at eye level of the spectators.

In case the girl should consider jumping down and running away, her hands and ankles were tied to stout iron rings on the walls. She was completely immobilized. All she wore was a white cap which covered her head and a tiny flap of cloth which barely concealed her crotch.

On each side of the stall stood a matron. One of them had a small wheeled surgical table beside her. It was covered with a large white cloth.

“Gentleman, here is today's subject,” announced Ibrahim solemnly. “When I present her charms, you will agree with me that this poor creature has something which could be used by the devil and which could be a hothouse of vice. Today, we shall deliver her from evil and keep her pure and chaste. Master surgeon, if you would please do us the honor.” Ibrahim bowed his head and with a gracious movement of his hand introduced the doctor. He was already changed into a long surgical gown.

The matrons stepped forward, approaching the young girl and deftly removed her lap cover. As all the Mullahs could now see her sexual equipment in full detail a wave of indignant whispering ran through the assembly.

“Oh, look at it! ”

“It is incredible! ”

“Poor girl, Mother Nature has surely punished her for something…”

“We must deal with this as a matter of extreme urgency.”

The doctor smiled to himself as he let the Mullahs express their feelings, then he continued: “My Lords, you have all attended my recent series of lectures. In this case, words are of little value. This time we shall see my theories put into practice.”

He approached the girl and with one movement of his hand he indicated that the second matron should prepare the girl further. The old crone used two clamps, which she expertly attached to the large labia. Then she pulled those chains back and fixed them to the wall behind the girl. The effect was incredible. The Mullahs now had an wide open vulva before their eyes. Both set of lips were extremely large; even the small lips as long as the large lips of other concubines. At the top of the displayed pudenda was a huge, red object. The doctor skilfully tugged up the hood covering the clitoris, displaying a swollen and wet appendage. Another wave of angry comments swelled up from the group.

“Incredible … I hope it's not too late to remove this thing … look at the obscene size of it, my brothers. ” But the doctor carried on.

“You see, Masters, this is the Center of her femininity. But at the same time, it is the seat of all temptation, the place where Satan can dwell and seduce even a true believer. It is our sacred duty to outwit such a impudent organ. Particularly one which has grown to such a obscene and immense size.”

This time, his speech was rewarded with compliments. “Yes, away with it!”

“Purify her!”

The first matron removed the cloth from the table baring an array of shiny surgical instruments. Apparently without looking at them, the doctor unhesitatingly chose two. He held a sharp scalpel in his right hand, while in the left hand he had a strange looking implement, a kind of cross between a clamp and a pair of engineer’s pliers. He carefully positioned this device around the whole clitoris which had slid back beneath its hood. Then he turned and addressed the religious fathers.

“To remove the clitoris together with its protective hood is not easy and requires great experience. This girl — this young woman — this very young — this creature has had the benefit of a very heavy enema just a short while ago and this, with the help of some special medication, has enlarged and engorged those organs to its maximum. She has also been given a local anesthetic, so our show will not be disturbed by unpleasant screams. But bear in mind, gentlemen, that I normally prefer to fix them without the use of anesthetics, so each of these creatures remembers her entrance into full, clean and civilized womanhood.”

With these words, he carefully positioned his scalpel on the top of the organ and with a perfectly steady hand he started to slice into the huge and bulky organ. All the Mullahs craned their necks eagerly to watch his performance. There was absolute silence in the big room, with nobody daring even to breathe aloud. The doctor pulled the clitoris with his left hand further and further from the girl’s body, enabling him to make an absolutely clean and perfectly close cut. His professional stroke placed the cut so close to the back wall of the pudenda that when he finished, nothing, not even the slightest shred of flesh was left behind. With an air of triumph he raised the clamp, turning it before the shining eyes of the Mullahs. A sigh of relief went through the men.

The head of the clerics looked inside the open vulva. “You are truly the master of the knife. Excellent work!! If I were seeing her for the first time now, I would swear that she had never possessed a clitoris in her life. I can declare her purified and cultured now.”

In turn, the other Mullahs examined the girl, some of them looking at the amputated flesh with undisguised distaste.

When they had all finished, Ibrahim was on hand to invite them to an opulent dinner and evening festivities. A group of Egyptian dancers performed folk dances followed by a troupe of athletic blond Slav eunuch boys. And at the end of the evening, Ibrahim discreetly sent the boys and girls to the scholars’ bedrooms, each according to his preferences. He himself retired to his bedroom with three nubile virgins, two of them nicely declitorised and one who still had a full set of girlish ornaments.

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