Editor's note: I am releasing this one on the promise of chapter 2, because I like the plot narrative so far! - P.

It was another triumph for Interpol! During a dawn raid in the East India Docks, Inspector Hardy apprehended a gang of white slavers at the precise moment when they were in the act of loading their unfortunate merchandise on to a steamer bound for India but calling en route, crucially, in Saudi Arabia.

Now they were driving back to New Scotland Yard with one of the innocent victims. The girl whimpered softly as she sat on the back seat next to the policewoman who hugged her gently and tried to comfort her.

Arriving at the Yard, they covered the girl's head with a blanket and led her directly to an interview room. They needed her to tell them everything about her kidnapping, so the police could act quickly and arrest the whole gang.

The policewoman closed the door and the inspector asked offered the girl a chair. "Now, then, love, one of our young lads will bring you a nice hot cup of tea and some biscuits. Then we'd like you to tell us everything that happened. Every detail you can remember, no matter how unimportant it may seem, it's often the little details that help us catch these swine."

The door opened and a policeman backed into the room carrying a tray. He was in shirtsleeves and he looked about the same age as the girl herself.

"On the desk, please, Jamieson."

The constable stared at the girl as he placed a steaming mug in front of her. "This one's yours, sir," he said as he handed a Snoopy mug to his superior. He still didn't take his eyes off the girl, even as he took the tray and left the room.

With a sigh, the policewoman came over to the desk and took the third mug. "Just take your time, dear," she said. "There's no rush. What's your name?"

The girl took a deep, shuddering breath. "Jennie Wilson. I was walking home from school. I was late because Mr Brennan had kept us in because a couple of the class hadn't done their homework. Not me, I'd done mine. Anyway, it was getting dark. I was passing the park and I saw this car suddenly slow down and drive along beside me."

"Make of car?" The inspector opened a notebook and sat with his pen poised.

The girl shrugged helplessly. "I don't know the make. It was big. And black. With those windows you can't see through from the outside."

The inspector looked pained. "Was it a foreign car? Anything unusual about it? Did you see the number?"

WPc Davies intercepted the girl's despairing glance. "If we showed you some pictures of cars, Jennifer, would you be able to pick one out?"

"It's Jennie, not Jennifer. I might...."

"Carry on, then, erm ... Jennie," said the Inspector. He took a disappointed sip of his tea and pulled a face. "No sugar! Jamieson!"

"Don't mind the Inspector. The car pulled up alongside you. What happened then?"

"There was a black man inside." Seeing the Inspector raise his pen again she hurried on, "he wound down the window and I saw him. He was in the front seat. Not the driver's, the other one. He asked me the way to the town center. Well, I know my mother always told me not to talk to strange men but I thought he was just a tourist. Then the back door opened."

"Black four door saloon," said the Inspector, writing it down.

"There were two more black men in the back seat and they had a map of the city. I could see the river so I knew it was a map of the city. The driver was a woman. I thought it was strange that a woman should be driving around with three black men as passengers, but I assumed they were all tourists. Anyway, I pointed to the map meaning to show them where we were, but the guy kind of pulled it away from me, and I'm like pointing to it and 'we're just by that patch of green....'

"And that's when they grabbed me." Tears sprang to her eyes. "It hurt!"

"Have some tea, Jennie," said the policewoman.

The girl took a sip from her mug, before continuing. "They kind of bundled me inside so I was sitting between them on the back seat, and my foot went clean through the map and I thought now I'll never be able to show them the way, but then the door slammed and we zoomed off. The engine didn't make a noise but suddenly we were going ever so fast."

"Powerful car," muttered the Inspector, writing it down.

"Then they put a bag over my head. It was black and it smelled, and I couldn't see. I could hear, though. The woman was driving and she said something about it being good work. Then it must have been the one in the front seat answered her and I noticed he had a high voice. Ever so high, for such a big bloke."

"It fits," said Inspector Hardy. "Eunuchs! It all ties in with the Middle Eastern connection; the ship bound for Saudi. Go on, girl."

"The car stopped. I couldn't hear any traffic so it must have been a quiet side street. They were touching me, all of them."

"Whereabouts?" Hardy insisted.

The girl blushed and hung her head.

"It's all right, dear," said the policewoman. "You can tell us."

"At first it was just the two men in the back seat. They touched my neck and shoulders. Gently, but kind of firmly. Then the driver, the woman, she leaned over the back of the seats in front — her voice got louder all of a sudden — and she touched my ... my chest. And she was saying that I was ex ... expensive? Exclusive, what was it? Merchant something?"

"Merchandise?"

"That's it. Exclusive merchandise. She said they'd get a lot of money for me, and I thought she meant I'd get a lot of money but I didn't know what for. But then one of the men unhooked my bra and the woman was holding my ... boobs. She must have been leaning all the way across the seats because she was holding my right one with both hands. It made me cry, having her touching me with all the other three laughing. They were saying some weird stuff."

"What kind of things?" the Inspector said kindly. "We do need to know."

"Well, they were talking about auctions of plump ... virgins with large ... breasts. Auctions. That's selling things! Then I heard them talking about 'fattening' and 'measuring'. I didn't understand any of that."

Hardy and WPc Davies exchanged glances. The woman nodded and indicated that the girl should continue.

"The woman pulled down my blouse so I was sat there in just my skirt. My school uniform skirt. Then I remember the woman saying, 'Look at this delicious youthful creature. She is so plump for her age and those breasts! Wow, they are way above average size.'" She blushed but carried on, the words now spilling out. "She said she got a tip from the school doctor. She said he inspected me last week — and it's true, he did! — and noticed my ... figure. And I remember what she said next. She said, 'so he called me and said that we could use her. He was right! He's earned his commission,' she said."

Hardy was furiously scribbling in his book. He tore out a page and handed it to the policewoman. "Davies, give this to the sergeant. Carry on, miss...."

"Jennie. Then the guy in the front seat started touching me as well. The one with the high voice. Although they all had high voices, come to think of it. Anyway, he said, 'You're right. She's not just plump, she's really overdeveloped for her age!'"

"Filthy pervert!"

"Then I felt his hand underneath my breast. He took it and kind of weighed it. He had big hands. The woman took my other breast, handled it just the same and said, 'Perfect! And the doctor said she is no more than twelve years old. And already so hugely developed! By the time she's twenty, she will be an enormous-breasted pink and plump harem girl. A lovely little piglet. I mean, already she has the kind of figure that wouldn't be out of place on a ripe harem matron.'"

The inspector nodded his head to the policewoman, who had just come back into the room. She picked up the phone and started to call somewhere.

Jennie continued with her story. "Then they made me stand up."

"Stand up? In the car?"

"It must have been a tall car. I could stand up without my head touching the roof. The ceiling? The top? My head didn't touch it but I was standing up. The woman put her hand up my skirt and touched my legs. I could tell from her voice that she sounded like she was happy about something. Then she said something in a funny foreign language and then I felt somebody's hand opening my belt and my skirt came down. Next one of the men even pulled down my panties! I tried to keep my knees together to stop him, but the woman tickled me between my legs and I couldn't stop them undressing me. All I was wearing were my shoes and socks, and my skirt and knickers were round my ankles. It was horrible!" The girl gave up the struggle and burst into floods of tears.

"Davies!" said the Inspector, and the policewoman came closer and enveloped the girl in her arms.

"There, there, Jennie. It's over now. You're safe here." She nuzzled her face against the girl's hair, feeling her relax. "Now, did they do anything else to you? Take your time."

"She touched me...."

"Not your breasts this time?"

"No, my ... down here."

"Right down there?"

"Not at first. Just my tummy. She kind of rubbed it and squeezed me where I'm too fat."

"You're not too fat, darling!" the policewoman purred. The Inspector coughed.

"She touched me on the thighs and then her hand went up and up. I tried to pull back so she couldn't reach my ... my kitty ... but the two men in the back seat held my shoulders and one of them pushed my bottom so the woman could touch me all over. Then she touched my kitty." The girl stopped.

"Did she say anything?" the Inspector asked. "While she was touching your...?"

"Your kitty?" the policewoman said helpfully, making her superior officer blush and take a gulp of his tea.

"She said I had a nicely upholstered mound. That's her exact words. And something about somebody being pleased with it."

The Inspector had recovered slightly. "Somebody? No name?"

"Not a name, no. More like a nickname. The Basher, was it? I don't know."

Once again the two officers looked at one another.

"The Pasha?" said the policewoman. "Could that have been it?"

The girl looked blank. "Pasha? What's a Pasha? Could have been, yeah."

WPc Davies nodded. "Yes, it could have been. Do you remember what happened next?"

"The car started up again. The two men in the back seat put some of my clothes on again. They wouldn't let me help and they weren't any good at it. They put my blouse and skirt on, but no underwear. I don't know what happened to my panties and bra. My mum will kill me if I've lost my bra. She says bras don't grow on trees...." The girl was in tears again at the prospect of reporting the loss of her bra to her mother. "The ... car stopped, and nobody said anything. They pushed me out, with the bag still over my head, then one of them grabbed me and lifted me up over his shoulder. I was kicking and I know I kicked one of them, hard, but it didn't make any difference. They carried me off somewhere."

To be continued.....

After publishing my first story, I hoped for some reactions. Well, I got one feedback. I hope this story will generate some reactions, so I can post part 2 and conclusion of this story. I have quite few of F.C. stories I wrote, but I'd like to know if anybody actually reads them.