Inspector Hardy closed his notebook and rested both hands, palms downward, on the table. "Miss Davies, this young lady would probably like another cup of tea. Would you...?"

The policewoman left and the Inspector leaned back, tilting his chair on two legs. "Take a break for a while." He fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and inspected it briefly before handing it to the girl. "Now, Jennie. You do want us to catch these horrible people, don't you?"

"Yes, sir, I'm feeling OK now."

"Just tell us every small thing. Until we hear what happened we won't know which little detail will be helpful."

"I know. I'm trying to remember, but I was so frightened...."

"WPc Davies was back with two more steaming mug of tea.

The Inspector rubbed his hands together. He wanted more tea even if the girl didn't. "Right, what happened after they carried you off?"

"He put me down there and went away. I think he might have been the one I kicked. Maybe I kicked him where it hurts most!"

"In this case, my dear, I'm not so sure if it did!"

The girl looked puzzled for a moment, then her expression cleared. "Oh? You mean ... well, I stood there not daring to try and move or even breathe. I stood there for ... it must have been a few minutes, but I still had the bag on my head. I couldn't hear anybody in the room, but...."

"You were in a room, then? You were indoors?"

"Of course. Didn't I say so? No, I suppose I didn't. Yes, it was a room, a kind of office, I suppose. Not big like a classroom. After a while, I heard somebody coming back then the door opened and I knew there was somebody coming close to me. Whoever it was kind of fumbled around with the bag then they suddenly pulled it off."

"So you could see your surroundings?"

"Yes, I could see again. Not at first, it was so bright. And I'd got no clothes on! I could sort of feel that I wasn't wearing anything while I was wearing the bag, but once I could see I realized they'd taken all my clothes away."

"Including your shoes and socks?"

"No, I'd still got those on. As soon as I could see properly, I saw a lady standing there."

"Was it the same woman? The one in the car?"

"I don't think so. This one was white."

"Did you actually see the woman in the car?"

"Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I heard her. She had a kind of black voice."

"An accent, you mean? Indian? West Indian? Arabic?"

"I don't know!"

"Try, Jennie!"

"I am! You're getting on at me all the time!"

It was time for another hug from the policewoman. A few minutes passed, during which the Inspector got up and paced around the room, clearing his throat occasionally.

Jennie was ready again. "She was dressed in a white coat thing, like a nurse? And she was smiling. She looked friendly. We were in a kind of doctor's office, with a sink and those machines and things they have in doctors'. She was stroking my hair gently and saying I mustn't be worried and everything was going to be all right. I was wondering if the nasty people who grabbed me and put the bag on my head had gone away. Then the door opened and this man walked in."

"Can you describe him?" said the policewoman hurriedly, before the Inspector could start nagging her again. "What did he look like?"

Jennie was almost getting used to this by now. "He was older than the nurse woman, and dressed like our school doctor. You know, white coat and one of those rubber things round his neck?"

"A stethoscope? For listening to your chest?" The Inspector sat with his pen hovering.

"My chest, yes." The girl blushed. "He was smiling just like the woman, and then the woman took my hand and led me over to the desk. He sat down on one of those chairs that goes round and round and made me stand in front of him. I was all naked, of course, but he was a doctor so it wasn't as embarrassing as being naked in front of these horrible black men in the car."

"He was white, then?"

"I said so, didn't I? Like the school doctor, I said. You're not listening!"

The Inspector opened his mouth to tell her to mind her manners, then he relaxed. "Yes, sorry, Jennie. Like the school doctor."

"This doctor made a kind of signal to the nurse and she took me to one of those weighing machine things, where they put weights on, like greengrocers?"

"The Inspector knew what she meant.

"She looked at the weights on the machine, then she wrote something down on a piece of paper on a board with a clip at the top, then she told the doctor how much I weighed. She sounded kind of pleased."

"And did he say anything?"

"Yes. But he said funny things. Like Bible words? 'Our little fatted calf', he said. But that's a baby cow! I'm not a cow! Then some kind of penguin?"

The two officers stared at one another. "Penguin?"

"Pigeon? I always get them mixed up. Penguins live at the South Pole? Pigeon, then. They're the ones that always come home. But he said I was a special kind of pigeon."

"A pouter pigeon," said the Inspector. "It's a special kind of pigeon with a very puffed-up chest...." He fell silent and took a gulp of his tea.

"I suppose so," said Jennie, looking at him strangely. "Pouter pigeon. I'd never heard of one of those. And he said something about fattening, like the men and the woman in the car."

Jennie felt she had earned a drink of her own tea. She took her time. Then she continued her story. "Well, the nurse started measuring me all over. She did my height with a machine where a kind of iron bar comes down and rests on top of your head. Then she got a tape measure and measured everything else as well."

"Everything?" The Inspector sounded hoarse.

"She wrapped it round my head, my neck, my arms, from here to here, then down to here. And everything else, too."

"You mean your bust, Jennie?" said Constable Davies.

"Yes, my ... bust. Round my chest first, then all the way round here. Just like when mum bought my bra." Remembering her lost bra, the girl seemed ready to cry again. "Then she measured around them."

The policewoman butted in again to save her Inspector's blushes. "You mean she measured your breasts, your boobs, individually? I mean, around their circumference?"

"Their circumference, yes. In both directions." She indicated what she meant using both hands. "I don't know why."

"Do you remember what they were talking about when she measured you?" the Inspector queried.

"Yes, I can remember that. The doctor said that I was so wonderfully rounded, so plump. That means fat, doesn't it? He seemed to like fat girls. I'm not as fat as his nurse, though. Except my boobs. She carried on measuring. She did my tummy, then she got down on her hands and knees and measured my legs, how long they were and how far around. The doctor seemed to be enjoying it. He was sitting back with his hands behind his head."

Hurriedly the Inspector sat forward and picked up his pen again.

"All the time we was saying how well-nourished I was. And that I had so much po...."

"Potential," said the Inspector.

"Yeah, so much potential for further fattening. I didn't know what he was talking about. Did he mean they wanted to make me fatter?"

"Yes, dear, they probably did." The policewoman smiled at her. "But there's nothing to worry about now, you're safe with us. Tell us what happened next."

"She'd finished measuring, and the doctor started to looking at me all over, from my head downwards. Just like the school doctor, but this was different."

"Different?"

"He looked at my boobies for so long. I mean, the school doctor had a really long look at them, but this was ridiculous! He touched them all over, gently at first, then he put his hands underneath them and kind of lifted them up. With both hands. But then he pulled my nipples, stretching them right out here. I never thought they could get so long, and they were getting hard with him playing with them so much, they were huge! And my boobs were kind of hard like when it's getting near that time of the month...."

"Go on," said the Inspector.

"I felt ashamed because I was getting so big and ... I was enjoying it! And so were they! I could see they were both enjoying it. But then he felt my belly and all the ripples I have there. He said to the nurse that I was a very pretty little girl and I'd make an ideal harem con ... con...."

"Concubine," said the Inspector.

The girl exchanged a half-smirk with the policewoman.

"Concubine. What is a harem concubine, sir?" she asked, peering at him from beneath her long eyelashes.

"Well … hmm, well," coughed the Inspector. "The lady constable here will explain it later. What did they do next?"

"Well, it got very strange," continued the girl. She seemed to be gathering confidence. "They made me climb on the desk and stand there. The woman asked me to open my legs and then she started to … to measure me there. Oh my God, I was so ashamed! She touched me all over down there, she kind of stretched everything out and measured it all with a little ruler! It was strange, she wrote down all the numbers and then she called them out to the doctor. She even measured my little 'button'!"

Inspector Hardy looked at the policewoman, who was flushed in the face, perspiring and breathing heavily. He looked away quickly.

Jennie didn't wait to be invited to continue. "And next, something weird happened. The nurse made me bend over, like this. I didn't want to, but the doctor gave me a little smack on the bottom. I knew she was doing something back there but I didn't know what it was. And then I could feel my tummy getting warm. There was this warm feeling inside, and it felt kind of full up as if I'd had too much dinner. But I hadn't. It felt as if somehow they were putting something inside me, like warm water."

"And it hurt, did it," asked the policewoman tenderly. She still looked slightly flushed, leaning forward to hear more.

"It wasn't too bad. I was used to this from home. My mum gives me an enema sometimes. She says it does me good. Anyway, it didn't hurt, but I felt this kind of pressure inside and then I was getting wet between my legs." The girl giggled. "I thought I'd done a pee. But then, after a while I thought I was going to burst so I asked her to stop. She did, but she rubbed my belly for a while and then she went around behind me again and I looked over my shoulder and she was opening the valve again. And then I looked down and I saw that my belly was so big. Like my mum's when she was having my little brother. Then the woman started to measure me again down there. In all the same places. But I remembered some of the measurements from before and this time they were different. Some figures were even twice as much as they'd been. The doctor sounded really happy by now, lots of weird talk."

"What was he saying, can you remember? the inspector almost panted.

"He was talking to himself really and I couldn't understand all the words. He mentioned ... harems — whatever they are — then something about an auction of teenage girls. That's a sale, isn't it, with a man shouting with this hammer thing? Then I heard him say something about private viewing. Then something about modifications of equipment and the nurse started talking about cutting and elongation."

The girl was suddenly less hesitant about unfamiliar words.

"I didn't understand what were they talking about. Then she said something about the 'equipment' being too long, too long for Arabia. And circumcision. She used the word circumcision. Why? It's something that happens to boys, isn't it?" Subconsciously Jennie stretched, with her hands behind her head. "But I'm a girl!"

The policewoman swallowed.

"I was so confused, I didn't know what was happening. Then they both bent down to my ... my front, and I felt them stretching out the skin of my kitty and she touched my little button again. She pulled it ever so far out and said to the doctor that this little monster has to be removed! I was scared! What were they talking about, sir?"

Inspector Hardy looked at the policewoman and shook his head sadly. "I think it's about time we told you what we saved you from. You see, you have to very careful. You are of a certain age and you possess certain particular ... erm ... bodily attributes which strongly attract certain particular people from the Middle East. You have probably heard that the local potentates there like to hunt for pubertal girls such as yourself?"

"Well, I'd heard of that, but why me?"

The Inspector tried to continue but he had to hand over to the policewoman. "Miss Davies will explain."

The policewoman took a deep breath. "You are this special age, you are blond, you are extremely pretty, quite plump and most importantly you really do have the most enormous breasts for your age!" WPc Davies wiped her damp brow with her handkerchief. "You see, these people adore girls of school age who are buxom and large-breasted. Fat girlies! These people have slightly different tastes!"

"I know I'm fat, but I can lose weight, I'll go on a diet!" said the girl firmly.

The inspector wanted to make his point. "They love corpulent underage schoolgirls. But when these girls have a really hugely-developed chest like yours....Well, you are the ideal shape for the Middle Eastern slave markets. We've apprehended a number of these criminals already, but we're not sure how many girls have already been taken from here to Arabia. And how many of them have ended up in harems."

The policewoman nodded her head as he continued. "You see, they measured you between your legs because they wanted to know for their prospective buyer how much girlish flesh you have down there and most importantly how much the lips of your ... your kitty ... swell when you have an enema. Probably a lot, because they sounded very happy with their findings. If we hadn't raided the docks, you would certainly be on your way to a harem already. What's more, and even worse, if a girl's kitty lips aren't exactly the way her new master wishes, he will modify her, do you understand?"

The girl started to sob. "Modify? You mean change?"

"You probably don't know much about this, but many women in the Middle East are modified to suit the taste of their masters. It is referred to simply as female circumcision. Some of their girlie parts are cut off, others are pulled out, all depending on their master's taste and exactly how the girl is equipped."

"So, Jennie," said the policewoman. "Dry your eyes and finish the story."

"Not much happened after that. The nurse took me with her to the bathroom and I had to empty my belly in front of her. When we got back, the doctor had rubber gloves. I don't like it when doctors put rubber gloves on. His middle finger was all ... all greasy. The nurse turned me around and bent me over. I closed my eyes, then I felt the doctor's finger up my bum. He put his whole finger in. It felt like his whole hand! Then he told me to tighten my muscles. I heard him say that I had a virginal hole and that this would be appreciated. I could have told him that without him putting his finger in there! Then the nurse turned me over again and the doctor tried to put his finger in my kitty. It was horrible and I yelled at them to make them let me go. But he took his finger out and said, 'Perfect. A perfect virgin! An unspoiled virgin. The dream of every Arab. A girlie so plump and so big breasted! We haven't seen any kid as buxom as this for a long time!' I remembered exactly what he said."

The only sound was the two police officers clearing their dry throats.

"He was talking to the nurse. 'We can dispatch her in the next contingent. Take care that she eats every three hours! You know what these girls are like, they get scared and don't eat. They lose valuable weight!' He got up and walked around me, smacking me all over, especially on the bum. I think he was fascinated by the way I jiggled. He said, 'I will send a message to Kizlar Aga.'"

The Inspector jerked into life and scribbled the name. "Yes, we've heard of him! Go on. Anything else?"

"Yes. He said it didn't make any sense to send her — that's me — to a public auction house. It would be a waste of time. And he said the Sultan's chief eunuch would pay whatever they asked for. Then he said, 'How do you like the sound of a little boat ride to Arabia?' I didn't."

"You're all right now," said the policewoman again.

"The nurse didn't seem satisfied. She said she thought I was still too overgrown! She asked if she could clip my wings! I haven't got any wings. Mum says I can look like a little angel sometimes, when I want money off my dad, but she thinks I'm going to be a little devil in a year or two's time, especially with the way I'm built. I don't know what she means! Anyway, she wanted to clip my wings, at least a little bit. She told the doctor how sensitive the Kizlar Aga was over these things? 'Surely you remember what the slave dealer said last time?' she said."

"Did she mention the name of this dealer?"

"Not that I remember. The doctor did. He said he remembered what the slave dealer had said but that was exceptional circumstances. The nurse said the last girl wasn't as fat as me, but apparently her ornaments were just as big as mine. I'm not sure what she meant by ornaments."

"She meant your kitty lips," said the policewoman, red-faced. "And your clitty."

"The nurse seemed to be the one who mattered, as if she was in charge. She asked the doctor if he remembered what was in the dealer's letter. 'If she'd had smaller lips and if she'd been cut, he'd have paid nearly twice as much for her.'"

"The bastards!" said the Inspector.

"The doctor said the other girl was much older than me, which was why she had such big parts. He looked in his desk and took a card out of the top drawer. 'Here,' he said. 'I knew I remembered, the other girl just had this huge clitoris. It was so big that it hung right out of her slit and that's what upset Kizlar Aga so much. I spoke to him on the phone after that sale and we discussed that very thing. He doesn't mind a nice set of long lips, but in his master's harem a long clitoris is really a no-no.' He patted my bottom and said this little pigeon is OK! He said my small lips were quite large for my age, my clitoris was nicely tucked away inside."

"If this is embarrassing for you, Jennie, you don't need to tell us all this," said the policewoman.

"No, it's all right," said Jennie. "The nurse said she didn't want to lose any money on the deal, that's all. 'Look,' she said, 'we've emptied her belly but the flesh still hangs out and it is all red and flushed.' And it was. I've never seen it so red and puffy. And wet, too! She put me on the desk again and gave me a slap on the thigh to make me spread my legs. She grabbed my kitty lips and pulled them out."

"Did it hurt?" asked the policewoman with concern in her voice.

Jennie grinned. "No, it felt great!" But then she blushed bright red. She hurried on, aware that the adults were looking deeply embarrassed. "The nurse said she'd solve that particular problem once and for all. 'A simple cosmetic trimming,' she called it. I nearly fainted when she said what she was going to do. She said she'd take a sharp blade and simply slide it over my mound. 'What hangs out will go, what's inside stays. Such a simple treatment.' The doctor was just sitting there nodding his head. She told him he'd have to admit, that when a girl is presented to the Kizlar Aga for the first time and the dealer opens her legs, what will the chief eunuch see? 'A young schoolgirl with the flesh of a ripe concubine instead of a pubescent girlie!'"

"We should have been tape recording all this," said the Inspector with regret.

"Well, they obviously didn't carry out any of these threats," said the policewoman. "We rescued you in time."

"Just in time. For some reason they didn't do anything to me with knives. They were very gentle with me."

The Inspector rubbed a hand across his face. "That's because you were a valuable piece of merchandise, Jennie. Besides, once this Kizlar Aga got his dirty little hands on you, they'd have done all of those things to you, and many more besides."

"They looked after me quite well, anyway. They gave me some clothes, not my own, and they locked me in a dark room and the nurse brought me lots of food. I had to finish everything up and she waited there for the empty plates. I don't remember how long I was there, but I know that after supper one night, I got very sleepy and dizzy. The nurse was watching me but then she went all fuzzy and I fell asleep. When I woke up my mouth was all dry and I was in this wooden crate. That's when you pulled me out."

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