Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (10 page)

He must have sensed her tension and looked in the direction of her gaze. “No, you are not going to be beaten, little
murgah
, and since it is your first time your chastisement will be mild.” He released her arm and wagged a finger. “But memorable, I hope, so the lesson is well-learned.”

Avoiding his eye, Julia swallowed hard.

“First, however, there is the matter of Helai, who chose to question my judgement,” he said. The girl had followed along with the others and stood with them clustered behind her.

“I am yours to command, my lord,” she said.

“Strip then.”

Helai wore a muslin breast band as sheer as Julia’s, and two little rectangles of silk. In seconds, she was naked. As Julia had noticed with Afia and Reshmina in the bath, the swell of the girl’s mound and the lips of her sex were without hair. The complete exposure of her pouting pussy and the narrow cleft of her slit seemed to add to her air of vulnerability as she raised her dark, doe-eyes to Jahngir’s stern face.

“Now you,” he told Julia.

“Oh no, please.” Her belly flipped wildly and she looked in dismay at the semi-naked girls watching her. “Please, n… not in front of them.”

“Do you recall my promise, little
murgah
? I said you would not be beaten today. I said nothing about tomorrow.”

Julia trembled as she let her scanty garments fall to the floor. She would do anything to escape the cane, even suck his cock. A quiver teased her pussy at the thought, and at the same moment she felt a wave of self-disgust. Agonisingly self-conscious, she wished her breasts were not so big and so very obvious.

Jahngir’s attention soon left them, however, and turned to the nude native girl nervously licking her lips. On either side of the throne-like chair the floor was lined with objects covered by white dustsheets. There were six of them, all but their outlines hidden under the cloth. They all seemed to be different, some higher than others, some wider, but all mysterious beneath their covers and, from the expressions on the native girls’ faces, all to be feared.

The Pathan whipped the sheet from one of them and set the object down on the tiled floor next to Helai who shied from it with her lips twisting. It was a framework of heavy cast iron with a wooden board fixed at an angle about a third of the way up. The details of its shape escaped Julia as her eyes fixed on the most obvious and frightening part of the device. Rising from the centre of the board was a long, round-headed and blatantly phallic shape that made her sex clench tight and her heart beat faster.

“Down.”

Helai dropped to her knees at Jahngir’s command, laid one cheek to the floor and arched her back, lifting her buttocks high. The Pathan opened the cupboard, revealing a line of small bottles on one of its shelves. Bewildered, Julia saw they were clear glass and that each contained a liquid of a different colour, mostly in shades of red. Jahngir chose one of a pinkish colour.

“Saba, Laila.” The girls he had named knelt at either side of Helai’s hips and placed their hands on the girl’s buttocks. Standing directly behind her Julia watched with increasing anxiety as they pulled the firm cheeks of Helai’s bottom apart, revealing the pinky-brown pucker of her anus. Without Jahngir needing to order it, the girl relaxed the tight little knot and Julia was suddenly confronted by the bright pink of her gaping rectum. Shocked but horribly fascinated, she saw Jahngir bend, remove the glass stopper from the bottle in his hand and trickle some of its oily contents into Helai’s opened rear. The girl hissed and gasped, shuddering and clearly battling to keep still.

“Mount yourself,” Jahngir said.

She did not rise but crawled the few feet to the iron frame, turned and eased herself backwards until her feet were beneath it and her bottom touched the phallus jutting from the wooden board. Puzzled by Helai’s reaction to the oiling of her rear passage but frighteningly certain what she was going to do next, Julia felt her sphincter nipping as the girl reached behind herself. The young Indian girl’s mouth opened and she gave a series of grunts and gasps and wriggled her hips, slowly moving her buttocks closer to the board until they flattened against it. Teeth bared, she drew herself upright and raised her arms.

There was a T-shaped bar at the back of the frame which Julia had not noticed with all of her attention held by the phallus. An iron collar was fixed to the centre of the ‘T’ and iron cuffs on short chains to its ends. With increasing anxiety, she saw Jahngir fasten Helai into them.

He wrapped a length of rope tightly over the upper curves of the girl’s small breasts and then below them until they were squeezed tightly between the thick coils, which he tied behind her. Her thighs he roped wide apart to two struts that angled down to form the front feet of the iron frame until their flesh, like that of her breasts, bulged at either side of the many loops in testimony to their tightness.

Before the last knot was tied Helai was squirming in the fearsome bonds, her face reddened and large beads of sweat springing up on her forehead. Surely she was not excited by the phallus’s unnatural penetration, Julia thought, but the girl’s expression seemed more one of distress than arousal. Suddenly it was far less important than the fact that the Pathan had risen to his feet and was looking directly at her.

Afia held out a short length of rope to him, not of the smooth kind that bound Helai but a rough, hairy sort.

“Three knots,” Jahngir told her. “Not only was she slow to obey but she argued.”

Julia watched anxiously as the girl added a third large knot to the two already tied in the rope while Jahngir went to one wall and loosened another rope tied around a cleat. A foot in front of Julia an iron ring attached to the other end descended from the roof beam. Hanging from it by a short chain were a set of steel manacles.

The blonde English girl desperately wanted to flee. Only her terror of the consequences prevented her, and the sudden despairing weakness that overcame her. The Pathan reached up to the manacles. He was not smiling. Abruptly she realized he was waiting for her to raise her arms and surrender herself. They shook as she did so.

Though he must know she had never been confined in her life Jahngir did nothing to relieve her panic as he clasped the shackles around Julia’s wrists. A squeak of utter fear escaped her parched mouth as he pulled on the rope and drew her arms above her head. Her gut twisted horribly. The use of her hands had been denied to her. Terrified, helpless and agonisingly vulnerable, Julia fought for breath as Jahngir buckled a wide leather belt around her waist, took the rope, now with three knots, and held it up before her belly.

“Please,” she managed to gasp in a hoarse whisper. He met her frightened gaze as he finished tying the rope to a metal ring at the front of the belt.

“I’m sure your modesty is very appropriate for an English drawing room but it has no place in my
zenana
, little
murgah
, and the sooner you accept that the less you will suffer.” Jahngir moved behind her and she felt his wrist push her thighs apart as he took the end of the hanging rope and pulled back and up.

“Ooh!” Julia wriggled as the thick knots in the coarse fibre pressed hard against her sex and anus. “Ooh!” she gasped again as her struggles made the lips of her sex part and one big knot forced its way between them and into the entrance to her pussy.

“Obedience will serve you better here,” the Pathan said, pulling the short rope tighter still and tying it to another ring on the back of the waist belt. He went back to the cleat on the wall, loosened the long rope holding Julia’s shackled wrists and hauled on it until the manacles began biting into her skin and she had to lift her heels off the floor. She yelped in shock as he stretched her buttocks apart and made sure a knot was firmly seated against her anal pucker before reappearing in front of her.

As his fingers sought her sex and confirmed the knot there was deep between her labia she jerked in frantic outrage. Even more humiliating was the way he spread the folds of her hood to ensure the third knot in the rough rope made full contact with her quiescent clitoris.

“Please,” Julia groaned, but the earnest plea in her eyes was wasted. He did not even glance at her as he turned away and led the other girls back to the opposite end of the long room. She tottered on her toes, trying to relieve the strain on her wrists and shoulders. The movement momentarily relaxed her anus and she felt the knot pressing on it work its way into the ring of muscle. At once Julia tightened it, but it was too late.

The knot had forced its way into her tight opening. She gave a groan of despair.

As if in reply Helai also groaned. The girl’s face was deep red and little rivulets of sweat were trickling down it to drip from her chin to the bindings that were making her small breasts bulge. Despite the tightness of her bonds she was wriggling constantly as if trying to break free.

Plainly she was very distressed, and more, Julia suspected, from the effects of the oil Jahngir had poured into her rectum than the penetration of the phallus or the harsh ropes.

As her own discomfort quickly increased, Julia forgot Helai’s plight and focused on her own. The slightest movement, even drawing breath, caused the knotted crotch rope to rub against her most sensitive areas, creating two contrasting and very worrying sensations. The pressure and chafe of the coarse fibre was very uncomfortable but, to Julia’s shame, it was also rather stimulating.

Even as her sphincter began to ache around the knot she felt a warmth spreading through her sex and a prickling tingle amongst the folds of her clitoral hood. Soon she was sweating almost as much as Helai and giving the same moans and gasps as the native girl. Her breathing quickened, increasing the friction of the rope on her tender flesh and heightening her maddening discomfort, and much to her embarrassment, her arousal too.

She had to be free of these knots, Julia thought. She could take no more of the awful pressure, or of the wicked stimulus they caused. Half of her mind dwelled on the ache in arms and legs and shoulders and the growing soreness of her labia and anus. The other half longed to relieve the frustrating excitement that was making her pussy quiver with a heat that demanded to be quenched. She jerked at the manacles that stopped her reaching her sex and groaned. Faint feminine laughter reached her ears, followed by the deeper rumble of Jahngir Khan’s. It seemed to mock her.

The daylight faded. Helai’s anguished face dimmed until it was nothing but shadows. Her gasping continued, joined by ever more frequent groans and whimpers as time passed. Chained helplessly to the roof beam, vainly struggling to keep from moving and adding to her pain and arousal, Julia added her own distressed moans to those the girl was making. Her sweat continually running into her eyes made the little pool of light at the far end of the room nothing but a blur, but she knew the Pathan was sitting there comfortably with his concubines. How she ached to be amongst them instead of suffering the horrid torment of the rope. Her belly leapt suddenly. What if he left her bound like this all night? She would never stand it.

Bright electric light shining onto her closed eyelids stirred Julia from the wretchedness of her torment. She raised her drooping head and saw Jahngir bending over Helai, loosening her ropes.

“Soothe her,” he told Afia who accompanied him, and she helped the girl get to her feet and stagger away while he released Julia’s wrists.

She slumped to her knees at once, aching from head to toe. Dazed and with her fingers tingling from returning circulation, she was vaguely aware of the crotch rope and belt being removed but was too exhausted to feel more than a brief stab of fear as Jahngir scooped her into his arms.

He laid her on a soft mattress in one of the sleeping cubicles. A cup touched her lips and Julia drank the water thirstily. Her eyes flickered open.

The robe Jahngir Khan wore had come loose while he carried her.

He was standing at her right side, leaning over her. She had only to lift a hand and she could run her fingers through the dark hairs covering his broad chest, or as the girls in the bathhouse had done, curl them around the thick baton of flesh rearing upright from his groin. Julia’s pussy rippled and she gasped in horror. Kate had spoken the truth. After what the Pathan had done to her, Julia did not doubt it. He was a barbarous savage. And he was going to violate her.

Her fatigue instantly forgotten, Julia was as tense as a coiled spring. In the long silence she could hear the loud, rapid thump of her heart. The scent of the arousal the knotted rope had provoked drifted into her nostrils and set them aquiver. Despite the fear churning her belly, her pussy quivered too.

Jahngir sank to one knee and she jumped. “Easy, little
murgah.

Your chastisement is over. You can rest soon, but first you must show me what it has taught you. Spread your legs.”

What would he do if she refused, Julia wondered, but really it was a relief to stop pressing the bunched muscles of her thighs so hard together.

“Are you virgin?” he asked.

Eyes widening, she nodded, then flinched as he reached out.

“Keep still. I would know for myself.”

Steeling herself, she shuddered as he touched what no one but she had ever touched before. She gave a mew of mingled terror and surprise as his finger gently stroked the slit between the fleshy crescents of her labia, tickling the soft curls that framed them and the startlingly sensitive skin they only partly concealed.

“Oh no,” she groaned despairingly, but dared not fight him as his fingertip slipped into the warm dampness of her pussy. He was bound to think that she had lied. Julia struggled hard not to squirm as his finger sank deeper.

“You are not intact,” he said, “but I think you have told the truth.

You have not yet known a man. Perhaps though, you are not completely innocent of the knowledge of how to pleasure yourself?”

“I… I would never,” Julia protested, alarmed that he had guessed her guilty secret.