'You're Christne?' she said half in statement half in question.

'Yes, what do want?' replied the woman.

'Zoë and her friends would like to see you.'

'Now?'

'Yes, if its convenient.'

Christine looked at her and thought that she might as well expose herself twice in one day as once.

She got in the car beside the young woman.

After tortuous negotion of the Cairo traffic, they entered an alley. The car stopped. This was not a Western part of town. All the windows in the street were shuttered.

'They're through the door over there,' said the driver, pointing to a wooden door up three steps in a three storey building.

Christine hesitated, then got out, taking care to lift her jelaba as she got out of the car. She walked up to the door and knocked. There was no response.

She then pushed it and it opened. Inside was a gloomy hallway. Christine looked back: the car had gone.

At first it was difficult to see. Then she heard a female voice tell her in Arabic, 'Your friends are in the main hall.' Christine could just discern a woman sitting on a stool in one of the recesses. She was dressed in black or at least very dark clothes. Her head was covered, and her face was in shadow.

Christine walked on and pushed the large door in front of her. It openned into a large room lit from eight skylights high up in the roof. There were four women stood in front of her. The room was brighter than the hallway, but she still had difficulty making out details. All were dressed in long dresses, that reached the floor. However they were not the shapeless jelaba; these were waisted and buttoned down the front. Even as she began to focus better, she did not recognise any of them.

The door clanged shut behind her.

'Where's Zoë?' Christine asked.

The woman on the left of the four said in a contralto voice, 'She'll be along later. We are her representatives. If we like what we see, we may even join her.'

Christine spirit lifted. She may not just be getting to do Zoë. There might be others.

'Time for us to examine you,' said the contralto.

It was the second time that day, but this might bring her a reward. Anyway as she did not know the women, it mattered less. Nevertheless, Christine hesitated.

Christine put her bag down, then bent down to unfasten her sandals. She stepped out of them. She then pulled her jelaba over her head. On of the women came forward to take it. Christine was now just in her slip. The woman motioned for her to give it to her as well. Christine pulled this over her head and passed it over.

She was now naked in front of the four women.

‘You are as neat as a boy,’ the contralto voice intoned, ‘You have nice tight hips and no breasts.’

‘No, she’s more like a eunuch,’ came a voice from behind her. Christine’s arms were grabbed from behind and she was pulled downwards and backwards. To steady herself Christine parted her legs, but no amount of pulling and struggling could free her arms..

Philomena’s red curls framed her head, which now looked down on Christine’s upturned face.

‘So we meet again. But under different circumstances. This time, I have the advantage of you.’

Christine redoubled her efforts to free her arms, but to no avail. Philomena was a good deal bigger and stronger than her and had her well pinioned. She quickly strapped her wrists together.

Two of the women grabbed Christine’s already parted knees and held them apart.

“ I think the others should see what has been done to you. After all you did agree to them checking you out.’

Two women pulled her legs wide apart until she grimaced. A third woman picked up a bowl of water and cloth and washed Christine between the legs.

‘Now let’s see what you’ve got, or rather you haven’t,’ said the contralto. She came forward and pulled Christine’s labia roughly apart.

After a moment or two of poking, she said, ‘Wow, there’s nothing there.’ I don’t think you’ve ever had a clitoris. I can’t see any sign.’

She fingered around some more, as Christine writhed.

‘No, absolutely nothing here.’

All the women crowded round and took it in turns to poke between her labia. However none of them relaxed her grip enough to let Christine get free. The straps around her wrists were pulled tighter. Then she was let go.

She stood in front of the group naked with her hands bound behind her back.

‘What do you want of me?’ she asked.

‘We are going to show you it is much better to give pleasure than to deprive women of it, ‘ said Philomena. ‘You are going to perform cunnilingus with all of us.’

Christine struggled with her arms but could not free them.

‘On your knees!’

Christine shook her head.

‘If you won’t do it willingly, we’ll force you.’

Philomena and the contralto grabbed Christine pushing her on her knees. The red head pulled Christine back by the shoulders and then the head. The contralto pulled her garments over head.

Christine stared upwards at the woman’s open sex. She could see her parted labia and protruding clitoris.

‘Don’t bite or we’ll pull your teeth out.’ Philomena thrust Christines face into the contralto’s pussy.

‘Just lick!’

Christine tried to pull her head away and then to one side. Philomena held her head tightly and pushed her mouth to the contralto’s open labia, until she was kissing them. She had to squint to see the woman’s clitoris.

‘I think she’s a beginner!’

It was her first experience of oral sex. She was conscious of the other three women watching. Well she would give them a show now and get her revenge later. She stuck her tongue and licked the tip of the clitoris.

‘Good girl,’ she heard.

She continued to lick and then kiss and suck. She could feel the contralto begin to quiver.

‘She seems to know what she is doing, ‘ she heard one of them mutter. ‘Maybe she’s a natural.’

Minutes passed and then more minutes. The contralto’s quivers got stronger and suddenly she felt her pull away. She looked up and saw the naked woman step back and prop herself against a stool. There was a winsome smile on her face.

Philomena’s hands still held her head, and she said, ‘Next!’

The other three stripped and presented themselves. Christine got the closest views of their sexes. After the contralto’s medium sized clitoris and labia, came the smallest woman with off blonde hair and small breasts. Her clitoris seemed miniscule and Christine could simply lick; there seemed not enough to suck. But she came after only a couple of minutes.

So it proceded with the next two. The last seemed to take an age to come. Her tongue was getting tired. Christine remembered she had excessively large inner labia, which flapped in her face.

‘Now it’s my turn,’ Philomena said, ‘Who’s going to hold her?’ She let go of Christine’s head, who was able to right herself and look round. She remained on her knees as Philomena moved in front of her and stripped. Her curly red hair was matched between her legs.

The contralto pulled Christine’s head back, but not as far as for the others. Philomena had long muscular legs and stood arrogantly in front of her. Her labia were hardly parted but when Christine thrust her tongue between them she encountered her large firm clitoris. It was a broad shaft. Christine licked round it and resisted the temptation to bite. She thought of a more exquisite excision as she moved her tongue around. She looked forward to dangling it around her neck in locket. She lost herself in fantasy as her tongue continued to carress Philomena’s clitoris. She did not notice that her head was no longer held.

Suddenly, Philomena jerked and grabbed her head pushing it deep between her labia. She held it there and thrust at it. Philomena had come. The other women clapped.

‘That was a good show,’ said one of them.

The redhead stepped back leaving Christine kneeling in the middle of the five women. She got to her feet. One of the women took some tissues and wiped her face, which was smeared with her own saliva and their lubrication.

The contralto then put her hands between Christine’s legs and said, ‘You’re as wet as any of us. You’ve been enjoying yourself as much as we have.’

‘Not as much as I will,’ replied Christine.

‘So we have not persuaded you that giving pleasure is better than giving pain.’

‘Perhaps I now know that pleasure before makes the pain afterwards more exquisite.’

‘So you’re not going to stop searching for clitorises to excise.’

‘Oh no. I’m really looking forwarded to yours.’

‘Well then if pleasure won’t stop you, perhaps pain might.’

Christine looked from one face to the next. What were they going to do?

The slight one said, ‘It is a pity to waste all that lubrication. I’m going to try her for size.’

Philomena grapped Christine by the shoulders and two others grabbed each knee, pulling her legs wide apart again. Christine struggled, but to no avail. Her head rested on the floor.

‘Let’s see how big I can make her,’ said the slight blonde. She stepped between Christine’s legs and put her fingers into her vagina. She used both hands to pull it as wide open as she could.

‘She’s really quite small. I don’t think there’s been much action down here.’

Another said, ‘What man would bother. She can’t respond.’

‘We’ll see.’

The blonde’s small hands forced their way into her. She then took one out and balled the other into a fist. She thrust this deep into Christine, who winced and struggled.

‘I don’t think she’s ever had this experience. It’s her first fist fucking.’

One after another, they took it in turns. Each time a bigger hand moved inside her.

It went on and on. Four women held her knees wide apart, while the fifth rammed her fist inside her.

Eventually they tired. Christine was dropped to the floor.

The five pulled on their clothes.

“Let’s go,’ one said.

“What about her,’ replied another pointing to Christine lying on the floor, her wrists still bound and her legs wide apart.

‘Leave the circumcising bitch to get out of it herself. Either she will or the cleaners will find her in a day or two.’

Christine lay on the floor. She was exhaused, bruised and torn. But she would have her revenge.