Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (11 page)

“Never?” His finger slid from inside her and he held it up. It was shiny with moisture. “I think you exaggerate a little.” There was a rattle of chains as he reached above her head.

“No more, please,” she begged at the sight of the manacles fixed by a short chain to the wall where it joined her sleeping platform. He meant to shackle her before he abused her. At least, a tiny voice said in her head, she could not be blamed for failing to resist if she was helpless.

Her sheath tingled damply and made her feel ashamed again.

“I understand you don’t like being confined,” Jahngir said, “but this time I am not chastising you. It is to ensure you cannot pleasure yourself. Only your master can permit that.”

While her fear battled with her embarrassment, he closed the manacles around Julia’s wrists and locked them with a key. They were thin, steel rings very similar to handcuffs. She shuddered, and automatically pulled on them until the chain to which they were attached went taut. She could move her hands no lower than the stiff peaks on her breasts.

Jahngir patted her belly above the honey-blonde hair that crowned her love-mound. “Rest, beautiful little
murgah
. You have had a tiring day. The first of many to come. You must be taught to perform the duties of a slave girl and you have only a short time to learn. Tomorrow we have an early start.”

He stood up, and Julia looked away from the arrogant jut of his erect penis. When she looked back, he was gone. Her relief that he had not violated her turned to a pang of regret. At least his presence had spared her from dwelling on her fears. Now they crowded in upon her, heightening her dread. She did not want to be a slave girl. Yet she was trapped, a prisoner in an alien land with little hope of rescue. After all, what could Mrs. Winter do to save her, even with the aid of the authorities? No one even knew her whereabouts, or those of poor Kate, ensnared in the clutches of their cruel countryman, Jefferson. Julia shuddered at the memory of the cane cracking wickedly down onto Kate’s buttocks. They were both alone and utterly defenceless, entirely at the mercy of their captors. And there was nothing whatever they could do about it.

Belly leaping, Julia turned onto her side, drawing her knees up, and the chain jerked the shackles around her wrists at the same moment a tremor teased her pussy. There was nothing she could do about that either with the use of her hands denied to her. It was just as well. She had thought more about sexual pleasure on this single day than she had in the previous three months. It was not such a big surprise considering the sort of day it had been – like nothing she could ever have imagined even in her worst nightmares. Julia yawned. It had been very tiring. Her eyelids drooped.

Her sleep was restless and filled with dreams of brown-skinned buttocks and breasts, and red, glossy lips closing over and over again around a great, upright, swollen cock.

*

“When Macdonald mentioned you bringing Rolls-Royces up here I should have realized he meant armoured cars,” Penny said lightly as Tony Wetherell tapped the end of his swagger-cane on the door of the British Residency. “It wasn’t quite the luxury ride I expected.”

Set-faced, he did not reply or even look in her direction. He had been cool and distant since the moment he had opened the back door of his car for her, then gone and sat in front next to his driver. Penny had not known what to expect from Wetherell after nearly five years, but she had thought his anger towards her would have waned.

He was as attractive as she remembered, she thought, and an image of him coming towards her across a bedroom with his hard cock slapping against his belly filled her mind. She thrust it away. That had been years ago and she did not want to remember it now. Sex had been almost constantly in her thoughts since her humiliating encounter with Macdonald. She had gone without for a long time, Penny told herself.

That must explain the extremity of her reaction, but the aftermath had been a greater surprise. Though she ought to have been concentrating on getting her girls back, after leaving Macdonald she had spent half the day in a state of acute sexual arousal. With a sudden surge of mischievous bravado, she had even had Subaidah shave her pussy entirely, only to find she could not resist slipping her fingers into it the moment she was alone.

A thrill ran through her at the recollection, just as the door opened.

To Penny’s intense annoyance, the servant who answered it informed her that Courtney Sahib was up-country and not expected back for two days.

“Your room awaits, Sahib,” he told Wetherell, “but one will need to be prepared for the
mem-sahib
.”

“See to it then,” Penny ordered. “I may be here several days, even after Mr. Courtney deigns to put in an appearance. He
would
have to go gallivanting around the countryside when I need him.”

“We’ll have a drink,” Wetherell said, dismissing the servant and leading the way to a large drawing room filled with a contrasting mixture of Indian and European furniture. They were the first half-civil words he had spoken to Penny since they had renewed their acquaintance. As she sat down, she realized she had automatically drawn her skirt a little higher than necessary and crossed her right leg over her left, exposing it to the knee. Self-consciously, she pulled the hem lower, lit a cigarette and thanked him as he handed her a tall gin and tonic. Wetherell sat on a big, hide sofa facing her and took a long swallow from his glass before setting it on the low table to his right. Still he did not look at her. Penny realized he had not even asked about her reasons for coming to Jargahal.

“Thank you for bringing me, Tony,” she said tentatively, “And for keeping me safe on the way.”

“I owed Macdonald a favour,” he said curtly.

She drew on her cigarette and tried again. “I thought you might have written to me after Tom died.”

“To say what?”

Her eyebrows lifted at his abrupt tone. “To say you were sorry to hear of it, at least.”

“Of course I was. Were you?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

At last he turned his face to hers. When she saw his expression, Penny wished he had not.

“Did you ever care what happened to him? Did you ever really give a damn while you were fucking one of his fellow officers and he was out in the hills risking his neck?”

Penny felt a blush on her cheeks, and indignation rose in her breast.

“I always cared about Tom, even after he resigned his commission and began doing all those irresponsible things. I cared right up to the end.”

“Then how is it you weren’t with him when it happened?”

Wetherell demanded.

The question and its implication were a shock. “Because it was the middle of the night. He used to get up without me knowing and just drive off. He was away for hours at a time. I knew he was being reckless. I pleaded with him, but there was nothing I could do to stop him.”

“Any more than you tried to stop him giving up his military career,” Wetherell accused. “You couldn’t wait to get back to the bright lights of London society, could you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” Penny protested. “It was Tom who chose to finish with the army. I never tried to persuade him.”

“But I’ll bet you weren’t disappointed. You didn’t exactly stand by him through the court martial.”

The words were like a blow to Penny’s gut. She swallowed, intensely embarrassed. “That was…. It... it was getting too much for my nerves. I just needed an escape for a while.”

“So not content with betraying him yourself, you had to get me to betray him too,” Wetherell said bitterly.

So that was it, Penny realized with a flush of anger. “Don’t try to pass your guilt off onto me, Tony,” she said hotly. “As I recall, you didn’t need much encouragement. You had been pursuing me for weeks before the trial even came up.”

“And you hadn’t been flaunting yourself in front of me, I suppose?” he countered with equal anger. “One of Tom’s friends for a lover wasn’t enough. You had to involve me in your sordid games too.”

“Sordid? I don’t remember you describing it that way at the time,”

Penny shot back. “And it was over between George and I long before he and Tom went on that patrol. Besides, Tom never knew anything about it.”

“That’s a lie,” Wetherell said, leaning forward in his seat.

“Everyone knew what had happened the minute they came back. Tom deliberately didn’t advance to support him. He thought the Afghans would do for the man who had been fucking his wife and save him the trouble.”

“No,” Penny cried, horrified. “How can you believe such a thing about Tom? It wasn’t like that at all.”

“Really? Then how was it, Penny? Tell me.”

She lowered her eyes. She could not reveal the truth. One disgraced officer in the regiment’s recent past was more than enough, and Tom would never have wanted his best friend to know what had really happened. She took out another cigarette.

“Now you’re going to calmly sit there and smoke and forget we ever had this conversation.” Wetherell leapt up and slapped the cigarette from her hand. “No you won’t. I’ll make bloody sure of that. You were a spoiled brat then and you’re still a brat now. You know what happens to brats, Penny?” He grabbed her wrist and yanked her up and over his knee.

“Tony, for heaven’s sake,” Penny cried, struggling to get to her feet. A strong hand on her back forced her down again.

“They get spanked,” Wetherell snarled, and smacked his hand hard onto Penny’s upturned bottom.

“Ow! What the hell do you think you’re…?” Her words ended in a cry as another stinging slap landed on her jiggling backside. “No, Tony,” Penny gasped out between one resounding crack of his palm and the next. “You can’t – Ow! – do this – Ow! – to me. You can’t – Ooh! – hit me like this.”

“You’re right, you should get it bare-arsed.” His hand hooked in the waistband of her skirt and she heard its fastenings rip as he dragged it and her panties down past her knees.

“Noo! Stop it!” She writhed at the sudden awful sting of his big hand impacting on her bare buttocks. The weight of his other hand pressed down hard, demanding and insistent. A tremor tickled her pussy.

“Oh, lord, no!” Penny cried in disbelief, and another fierce smack stung her wriggling rear cheeks. She bucked and felt the bare skin of her newly shaven mound rub over the rough cloth of Wetherell’s trousers where they covered his well-muscled thighs. Quivers ran up and down her sheath. “Oh, no!” She squirmed and gasped as his broad palm scorched her bottom until its bouncing cheeks were blazing like fire.

“Please, Tony, no more. Ooh! Ow!”

“Yes, Penny, much, much more,” he rasped through gritted teeth.

He continued striking with barely a pause between one loud, fiery slap and the next. Nor was he sparing himself, Penny knew, as she grimaced and squirmed under each searing blow of his calloused palm and felt the awful burning sinking deeper into her defenceless flesh. How could he treat her so cruelly and disrespectfully? A prickling shiver of excitement teased her pussy. And how the hell could she be getting aroused by it?

Desperate, Penny began to plead in earnest. She may as well have thanked him for every wicked strike for all the notice he took. He just kept dealing her smack after smack until the fiery blaze in her buttocks became a furnace heat that all her frantic thrashing and writhing could not escape. And to her profound humiliation it was not the only heat she was feeling.

At last the scorching impact of his palm stopped and Wetherell leaned back, breathing hard. The domineering pressure of his hand on her back vanished. As breathless as he, Penny remained bent over his lap. Incredible ripples of desire were pulsing through her, and she could feel her hot juices bathing her pussy-lips and smell the ripeness of her woman-scent.

Wetherell must have smelled it too. He gave her a hard push that tumbled her to the floor. “You dirty bitch. You’re getting excited.”

Penny quickly moved her weight from her blazing bottom to her knees. “No, Tony, it’s not what you think. It’s just… just been a long time since I….” Despite the fire of the spanking, her madly twitching pussy drove her on. She laid her hands on his thighs and lifted her eyes to his. Her head spun as if she was intoxicated. His legs parted abruptly and stretched out at either side of her.

“Ooh! Ow!” Her cries were half-pain, half-pleasure as his boot heels sank into her spanked buttocks and forced her closer. The pressure of his thighs on her waist made Penny shiver with anticipation as he gripped her with his legs and crossed his ankles behind her. His brown eyes shone as they stared into hers.

Penny pouted. “Yes, Tony, yes,” she breathed, pussy twitching.

His lip curled. “You slut.” His legs tightened around her as she drew back from his fury. “Brats get spanked, Penny. Dirty, slutty little brats like you suck cocks as well.” He fumbled with his trouser buttons as she stared in shock. His thick, taut-skinned cock was suddenly aimed at her, and her belly gave a flip of mingled fear and excitement. “Get your blouse off,” Wetherell barked.

Heart racing, she freed the buttons, dragged it from her shoulders and, without being told, pulled her short camisole over her head.

Suddenly eager, Penny arched her back, lifting her breasts, their nipples hard, pulsing points. Stinging pain exploded in her left teat. Wetherell had slapped down hard on the jutting mound.

“Ooh, don’t, Tony! Please.”

He smacked her right teat even more fiercely, and she clutched her arms to her chest as she cried out.

“Doesn’t that excite you too?” he demanded and dragged her hands away. Grabbing the heavy mounds, he squeezed and stretched them, and pinched her erect nipples until Penny was whimpering with pain and there were fresh tears in her eyes. Yet still her sex was quivering hungrily and glowing with wet heat. His hand on the back of her neck pulled her face closer to his straining penis. “Open your mouth, you slutty bitch.”

He was treating her like dirt, Penny thought with a shiver of humiliation, like a whore, like the filthy slut he had called her. Her pussy wriggled madly. She parted her lips, and his hot, hard flesh slid into the wet warmth of her mouth.