Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (16 page)

Strong arms lifted her suddenly and Julia gave a startled cry.

“You are weary,” Jahngir said as he carried her to her sleeping platform and laid her down amid its soft cushions. “Rest now. It will be another busy day tomorrow.” He chuckled. “Perhaps then I will have
you
pleasure Afia. That seems only fair.” He sat down beside her and ran his fingers up the inside of Julia’s thigh almost to the bare pout of her sex.

She shivered, partly at his words and partly at his touch. “W…

will I be chained again?”

His eyebrow arched. “Do you need to be?”

Round-eyed she looked at him and her pussy shivered as she nodded.

“Why?”

“I….” She could not tell him it was to absolve her of her guilt.

“Never mind. You will always be chained. Unless, of course, I decide otherwise.” His smile was not unkind as he fixed the slim shackles around her wrists. His anger at her seemed forgotten. Julia’s belly tightened as instead of leaving he sat down again and stroked his fingers up her thigh. Her sex prickled.

“Why are you so afraid of the cane?” he asked. “I understand that you do not like pain, but to wet yourself at the mere threat was rather extreme. Did you not think that you would bring a worse punishment on yourself by trying to escape? Ah, but then you weren’t thinking at all, were you?”

“I….” Julia gulped. It was not an easy subject to talk about. Why then did she choose to answer? “I was just a girl, barely fifteen. My father bought me a pony. I disobeyed him and took it over the jumps before it was ready. It fell and broke a leg and had to be destroyed.” The words came out in a rush and left her breathless, or was it the Pathan’s continued stroking of her naked thigh?

“He punished you,” Jahngir said. “With a beating?”

“He told the head groom to do it. My father said six of… of the best… b… but he took me into the stable. Two of the stable lads held me over a bale and… he… he pulled my pants down and….” Julia took a deep breath. “He gave me twelve with a riding crop. They were really…

really hard.” She shuddered at the memory of her pain and terror.

“What did your father do?”

“I… I never told him. I was too… too….”

It was after the flogging that she had become really shy. The little confidence that she had been developing had disappeared entirely.

“You were very young,” Jahngir said. “Yet the fear remains even now. It is unfortunate. I have never come across a slave girl who hasn’t needed to be beaten sooner or later.”

Julia’s belly shrank. Her pussy tingled alarmingly as his finger stroked her slit.

“Ooh, no!” She tugged hard at the steel encircling her wrists. To her great relief it did not yield. The finger slipped between her moist labia and pushed into her sex. Her bottom wriggled.

Jahngir smiled. “I believe I could coax you into coming again.

But Jefferson was right about overcoming white girls’ inhibitions. I had not realized they would be so strong. I have not had a white slave before.

Perhaps I should rethink my strategy.”

As he said the word ‘slave’ Julia’s pussy tightened around his probing finger, and he laughed softly.

“But maybe there is hope for you. It seems your body is more willing than your brain.” His finger withdrew, and he bent forward and planted a kiss on the swell of Julia’s hairless mound. Before she could recover from her surprise, his mouth covered hers and pressed gently against her lips.

“Good night, little
murgah
,” he whispered and was gone.

Julia was left grappling with the fact that it was the first time any man had kissed her on the lips. The circumstances under which it had happened could not have been more different from those she had imagined. The thought was only one of many that, along with a confusion of fears and feelings, were clamouring for the attention of her weary mind. From amongst them all came the memory of what Jahngir Khan had said about focusing on how she would please her master. Julia remembered the fiery burn of the ginger he had forced into her anus, the thrust of his fingers into her pussy as it had spasmed in orgasm, and how it had done the same while she lay helplessly and watched his engorged cock looming above her as she surrendered to Afia’s touch. Her chains rattled as her hands reached reflexively to the tingling, tickling need that filled her sex, and the cuffs on her wrists pulled them up short. Her mind utter confusion, she turned onto her side, pressed her thighs together hard and tightly closed her eyes.

It seemed only a little later that she opened them again. The
zenana
was dark but not silent. Julia rolled onto her back and saw the light of a lamp through the pierced wooden screen separating her sleeping platform from the next. A long moan and rapid breathing came from the other side. Leaning closer, she squinted through one of the holes in the screen and her heart gave a leap. Afia lay on her back, thighs raised on either side of Jahngir’s waist and her ankles crossed over his labouring buttocks. The Pathan had a hand around one of the girl’s breasts and his lips – those same lips that had so recently kissed Julia’s own – clamped over its nipple. His hips were thrusting rhythmically. The English girl held her breath. How easy it was to imagine his big, broad cock sliding in and out of Afia’s wet, eager pussy. How easy it was to imagine it doing the same to her own.

Horror-stricken, Julia turned her back and wished her wrists were free so she could press her hands to her ears and shut out the sounds of their lust. No, that was not the reason, she forced herself to admit. She wished they were free to relieve the maddening frustration of the fiery arousal burning between her quivering thighs.

*

“Ow! Fourteen, Mr. Ross, sir,” Kate cried.

There was another swish behind her, followed at once by the crack of the switch on her bare bottom and the sharp, fierce scorch of it biting into her flesh even harder than before.

“Aagh! Fifteen, Mr. Ross, sir.” Kate clenched her teeth and waited for the next stroke. To her surprise, Ross went to a corner of the mirrored room, leant the switch against the wall and returned to sit on the low stool he had placed in front of her earlier.

“I told you not to annoy Jefferson, little miss. See what it got you?”

“You didn’t have to hit so hard,” she said resentfully. Kneeling with her wrists manacled to the solid wooden block over which she was bent she could not even reach back and rub the awful stinging in her buttocks.

Ross grinned. “As I recall, Jefferson ordered twenty with the cane for your impertinence. I gave you fifteen with the switch. You ought to be thanking me.”

Kate’s impertinence had been no more than to look nervously at Jefferson when he had come to see some of her training for himself. He had ordered her beaten for no better reason than disliking the expression on her face. But he could do that to a slave girl whenever it suited him, and for any reason he chose – or for no reason at all. Kate felt a twist of fear in her stomach. Maybe she should be a little grateful to Ross, but thanking him after all the horrid things he had done to her was going too far.

The previous day had been almost a repeat of the first: long, uncomfortable and exhausting. She had spent all of it chained upright before the mirrors with the black dildo sunk all the way into her pussy.

The ordeal had continued with barely any let-up. Even when she had eaten she had not been released. Ross had spoon fed her like a toddler, and when she had had to piss he had simply held a bucket between her legs with one hand and used the other to keep the phallus in place while she let go. It was torture enough to be forced to come over and over again until she was sagging in her chains without the added humiliation of having to perform her most intimate bodily functions in front of the old soldier.

Kate saw her reflection in the mirror; on her knees with her wrists shackled to either side of the heavy, rectangular wooden block that held her in the same spot where she had had to stand for most of the previous day. It seemed that this time Ross had something else planned. Her gut tightened. Whatever it was, she knew she would not like it.

“Let’s get you warmed up,” Ross said and Kate hissed in frustrated anger as his hand smoothed over her bald sex-lips and pushed between them. “Good, you’re already wet,” he said.

Even as she cringed in embarrassment a tickling thrill ran through her pussy. Why was she finding it so hard to control herself? The man was a monster who was trying to make her a slave. Well, it would not work. However much her body might defy her, she was not going to let Ross inside her mind. Kate shuddered and gave a long, breathy sigh. Oh, it felt so good!

“I expect you’re missing your little companion,” the ex-soldier said, and she felt the pressure of the round-headed dildo against her labia.

Her pussy thrilled again at its deep penetration and the friction on the sensitive walls of her sheath. She could push it out, but he would only flick his thin, stinging whip across her breasts as he had so often done the day before. They still bore fading pink stripes and felt tender from the leather’s bite. His words made Kate think of Julia, trapped somewhere out in the vastness of the hills in the clutches of a medieval savage and probably suffering even more than she was. The poor girl had been so frightened of being beaten. Kate was beginning to understand why.

“You let that awful barbarian have Julia,” she accused. “She might never see another white man again.” And that could be true for her once she was sold, she thought with a sudden quickening of her heartbeat.

Ross laughed as he sat down on the stool in front of her and took a length of black silk from his pocket. “That ‘awful barbarian’ is a damned sight more cultured and educated than I’ll ever be. He went to one of the best universities in England. All I managed were the three ‘R’s’. And geography, of course. I always liked hearing about far-away places. I joined the army to see some of them, and I plan to see a lot more before my number’s up.”

“I’ve travelled a lot,” Kate said, hoping she had found a way to delay whatever fate awaited her. “I’ve just come back from Europe, and I went to England too, of course. My parents keep telling me I ought to get married but I like having adventures. I’d hate to have to settle down in one place.” What her father had really said was that he was not going to fund any more trips abroad for her and that he expected her to find herself a husband when she returned from her latest one. Despite her grim situation, it seemed no more attractive now than it had then.

“Aye, I’d hate to be tied down when there’s so much of the world I haven’t seen yet,” Ross said. “I was just a boy-soldier when I came to India. The first week I was here I met an old beggar in the bazaar. I got a map from him he claimed shows the way to a lost city built by the men who came to India with Alexander the Great two thousand years ago.

Everybody laughed at me. There’s one of those maps for every gullible European who comes here. The odd thing was I didn’t have to buy it.

The beggar gave it to me. It’s not likely it’s genuine, but I intend to find out some day soon. The city’s supposed to be way up on the border with Tibet. I don’t expect to find anything but I’ll enjoy looking. That’s what life should be about.”

“It sounds like a
real
adventure,” Kate said, impressed by his enthusiasm. “I wish I could do something as exciting as that.”

Ross chuckled. “There’s a different kind of excitement waiting for you, little miss. Pretty soon you’ll be in a
zenana
somewhere, and spending a lot of your time looking at its ceiling, I shouldn’t wonder.”

“
Zenana
?”

“Women’s quarters. Like a Turkish harem,” he explained.

Her belly flipped again, tightening her pussy around the dildo.

“Oh, I wouldn’t like that at all! I don’t want to be shut away inside.”

“You won’t have any say about it,” he said. “Now, that’s enough of your chatter. We’ve business to see to.”

Kate pouted. It was he who had done most of the talking. “Won’t you tell me more about the lost city?” she begged, anxious to stall him as long as possible. The forbidding look he gave her and the thin, compressed line of his mouth reminded her of someone. She could not remember who, but it gave an unsettling familiarity to what should have been a stranger’s face.

“Never mind about that,” Ross said. “If it’s adventures you want, you can have a little one right now. And don’t give me any trouble.

You’re still owed five with the switch, and if you don’t do as you’re told I’ll add five more with my whip to those cheeky little tits of yours.”

Kate knew his threat was real, but delivered with a twinkle in his eye that somehow made it less intimidating, at least until he took hold of one of the thin chains attached to the front of the block and reached for her right breast. She shied away until the shackles tightened on her wrists and stopped her. His finger smoothed over her teat and pulled on the point of her nipple.

“Oh, what are you doing?” She stared at the flat, open jaws of the big sprung clip in his right hand, then hissed and flinched from the pressure of his left on her smarting bottom. The movement brought her forward again, and he closed the clip on the end of the chain over her semi-erect nipple.

“Keeping you in the position I want you,” he said as she yelped.

“That hurts,” Kate protested.

“No it doesn’t. It’s just uncomfortable for now, but it’ll hold you still.” Ross closed the second clamp on her left nipple and she yelped again, more from anxiety than pain perhaps, but the grip of the steel jaws on the points of her teats was far from pleasant. The short chains to which the clamps were attached made her lean forward with her belly against one end of the block and her head extended beyond the other.

Ross moved his stool closer, until Kate found herself staring at the crotch of his trousers, only inches from her nose. There was a startlingly large bulge in the material there, which made her gulp nervously and her sex contract around the length of hard ebony filling it. Ross picked up the narrow rectangle of black silk he had taken from his pocket.