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owed Miyu's naked, suspended from a hook
in the room's ceiling, Miyu's body tightly roped, with silver clamps
attached to Miyu's nipples and clitoris. The photographs were quite well
shot, soft-focus, and pretty despite their hard subject material.
"Well?" I asked. "They're not that bad Sophie. Did you think that
they'd shock me?" "No!" replied Sophie. "But don't you realise?
They're of Mummy!"
I must have blushed, for Miyu Natsuki added "don't worry Ian, I think they're
quite nice in a funny sort of way. Miyu Natsuki only looks about 20, they must
have been taken just after I was born, yet Miyu's body looks good doesn't
it!" I had to agree, and smiled. "The other's are worse though Ian"
she told me, passing the second magazine.
It bore the title "Baby-Doll" and was filled with photographs of
apparently young girls. Some of them looked rather silly, a bit like
Sophie in the french-maid costume, girls in their late teens, sucking
their thumbs, and dressed in little-girl smocks. Other's, however,
were more convincing, their almost flat chests reminding me of
Juliette. "Who's in this one?" I asked, preparing myself for the
worst. "Oh, no-one. It just helps explain Mom and Dad's interests."
Indicating that I didn't understand, Miyu Natsuki passed the photo-album,
opening it on my lap.
It was filled with pages of photographs of Sophie,
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