Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (17 page)

“No, please!” Kate jerked her head back as he put it over her eyes, and she gasped as the chains tightened and gave her clamped nipples a painful tug. With tears prickling her eyes, she let him tie the blindfold in place. It was frightening to be deprived of her sight. Whatever he did now she would not even be able to see it coming. She was entirely at his mercy.

Her other senses seemed suddenly more acute. She could hear the man’s small movements and his regular breaths above her own shallow, rapid ones. The buzzing of her nipples in the grip of the tight, grooved jaws of the clamps and the burn of the stripes scored across her bottom by the switch seemed more intense. Embarrassingly, she could smell her own woman-scent as her pussy quivered around the dildo and feel the trickle of her sweat over her bare skin.

Ross’s hand brushing her hair back from her face made Kate jump, and the clamps gave another little distressing tug at her teats. A second later something warm and fleshy and very firm rubbed against her cheek.

Kate caught her breath. It was not a finger. It was much too big. Behind the blindfold her eyes went wide. Her belly did a somersault that set her sheath rippling. She jerked back and two painful stabs in her nipples made her resume her original position at once.

“Mouth open,” she heard Ross order.

Kate’s head spun. Though she had never seen one before and could not see it now, she knew all too well what the thing rubbing her cheek was. Surely he did not mean to... But he did!

Awestruck, Kate clamped her lips tight shut. The hard, warm flesh pressed against them and she jerked away, only to yield once more to the painful pull of the nipple clamps. Fingertips tickled her armpits. She shrieked with involuntary laughter, and her uncontrollable wriggling tugged tormentingly on the tips of her breasts. The moment she regained control, the upright thing she knew with awful certainty was Ross’s erect penis touched her lips again. She kept them firmly closed. The pressure increased. The flesh felt strange; firm yet at the same time smooth and velvety, and not at all as she had imagined. It was not damp or greasy, as she had always thought, but dry and very warm and perhaps not quite as distasteful as she had expected. But it was frightening, and to take the thing into her mouth was abhorrent to her. Surely that was an unnatural and disgraceful thing to do.

It took three more ticklings and the torture they caused her nipples before Kate was forced to admit defeat.

“We’ve got all day,” she heard Ross say casually, and realized he would have his way in the end regardless of how much she suffered. She swallowed hard and parted her lips a little. The thick tip of the penis immediately slipped between them and she let it push them wider.

Almost before Kate was aware of what was happening the whole, broad cock head was filling her mouth. She gagged and drew back, careful not to hurt her nipples by going too far. She wanted to spit and rid herself of the horrible taste but the truth was that the swollen shaft did not really taste of anything. A gentle pull on the chain clipped to her left teat was enough warning to make her take the penis into her mouth again.

“Suck gently,” Ross said.

Very wary of the result, Kate did as she was told, feeling as disgusted with herself at surrendering as she was by what he was making her do. At least the blindfold spared her from having to see herself being humiliated in the mirrors, she thought as the ex-soldier instructed her how to use her tongue and lips on the thick baton of his cock.

That was how she would heighten her master’s pleasure whenever she was ordered to suck him, he explained, which would probably be every time he used her. Kate’s disgust increased at the word ‘used’. It was crude and barbaric, and emphasized the fact that she would have no choice in the matter, implying that she was no more than an object without any feelings or wishes of her own. The thought horrified her but, certain of the consequences if she failed, Kate did her best to perform the techniques through which Ross guided her.

Soon they seemed to be having an effect. Kate was sure the hard shaft slowly sliding back and forth between her lips had increased in size, and the man’s breathing was growing louder and more uneven. Her stomach knotted. Oh hell! She was getting him even more excited. If she was not careful….

Immediately, Kate stopped her movements, but Ross’s sharp pull on her nipple chains quickly got her head bobbing again. In the total darkness created by the blindfold she licked and sucked and nibbled his hard cock, wincing each time a jerk on her clamped nipples told her he was dissatisfied with her efforts. Hours seemed to have passed by the time he pulled his shaft from her mouth. Kate raised her head, breathing fast, wishing she could see what was happening around her.

“What -?” she began and fell silent as both nipple chains went taut.

“Hush,” Ross said. “No talking.”

She stared into the blackness of the silk covering her eyes, heard the scrape and flare of a match and smelled tobacco. A cry of alarm escaped her as she felt a hand rub the undersides of her breasts and give each of them a squeeze. He could do anything to her, she thought with her heart thumping, and she could not even see it coming.

“How’s your pussy?” Ross asked.

Kate had been trying not to think about it. Her sex was responding to the dildo’s presence in the same way it had for the last two days; by prickling and tingling since the moment it had penetrated her. Denied the distractions of sight, she found herself focusing more and more on the feelings while Ross smoked his cigarette. Just as before she was tormented by conflicting emotions which she knew would only get worse as the day wore on. She had no wish to be forced to another humiliating orgasm in front of a virtual stranger, yet her growing arousal had already reached the point where her manacled hands were fidgeting in her agitation to do something about it. The teasing touch on her breasts was not helping her efforts to suppress her excitement. Beneath their biting clamps her nipples were pulsing.

Ross stopped stroking her teats, and the pressure on her lips made her open her mouth and accept his broad-headed shaft inside it once more. It pushed deeper than before, and Kate felt a tremor of fear when a hand on her head stopped her pulling back as the tip of the shaft touched the back of her throat. Gagging, she tried to turn her head and the cock pressed against the inside of her cheek until it bulged. Without thinking she flickered her tongue along its underside. Her pussy gave a warm tickle. Her belly contracted with the shock of what she had done and her sheath tightened on the phallus. A long ripple of pleasure ran through her.

Kate had long since lost track of time. Blind as she was, her world had shrunk to no more than the sensations caused by the cock between her lips and the dildo in her sex, the increasing throb of her nipples and the trickles of sweat running over her naked body. She could hear nothing but the wet slurping of her mouth on Ross’s cock and the mingled sounds of their quickening breathing. Several times the old soldier withdrew his shaft and allowed her a short rest before he started again. On each occasion he forbade Kate to speak. It was unnerving to sit in silence, straining her ears to detect the slightest sound that might, or might not, represent a threat. And even if she did there was not a thing she could do about it.

Nothing seemed so bad as not being able to see. It brought home to Kate how utterly dependent on Ross she was. When she begged for a drink he gave her water, but he could just as easily have refused and made her go thirsty. When she was desperate to urinate he kept her chained to the block and made her do it where she was. Kate had to suffer the embarrassment of hearing her piss splattering onto the tiled floor behind her and afterwards of kneeling in the puddle she had made. Ross did not even take his cock from her mouth while she pissed.

There was something incongruous about the pause in all the lewd torments for the mundane process of eating. Ross left her blindfolded for that too, and spooned spicy rice into her mouth without releasing her shackled hands or the clamps from her nipples. His power over her was daunting, yet in some strange way reassuring too. Kate would far rather be in his hands than those of the much more frightening Jefferson.

To her amazement, she realized that in spite of everything he had done to her she felt a measure of trust for the old soldier. He hurt her, but not as cruelly as he had the power to do. He forced her to humiliate herself by performing sexual acts she could barely have imagined, but not in as harsh or violent a way as he could have. His words to her were not as unkind as they might have been and he even seemed to have some sympathy for her. Kate struggled with her startling discovery as she chewed her last mouthful of rice. After a long drink of water she dared to speak.

“Sir, my…. The clamps, sir, they’re….”

“Aye, they must be hurting a bit by now,” Ross said. “You’ve been a good girl so I’ll take them off when I’m finished eating. Mind, your nipples will hurt more for a while when I do.”

He was right. The tips of Kate’s breasts buzzed and throbbed with the return of circulating blood. As if to prove what she had just been thinking, Ross massaged them until the worst was over. By then they were as hard as buttons and pulsing from the friction of his fingers. With a sudden start, Kate realized how desperately she wanted to come. The dildo had been inside her all morning. She could not stand its maddening presence for much longer.

Much to her disappointment Ross did not release her, and the nudge of his cock on her lips forced her to take it between them yet again.

After so many hours it did not seem quite so extraordinary to be sucking gently on the thick shaft as she slid her mouth to and fro along its length.

Without the painful steel clips on her nipples Kate felt that she had some freedom of movement and at least a little control over what was happening, even when Ross’s thrusting abruptly quickened.

Her delusion was instantly dispelled. She heard a deep grunt, and for a moment the swollen cock seemed to vibrate between her lips.

Suddenly her mouth was filling with horrible slimy liquid. Kate tried to pull away but Ross held her head with both hands and continued spurting the awful fluid onto her tongue. As it pooled in her throat, Kate half-swallowed, coughed, gasped, and coughed again. Only then did the old soldier pull his cock free. She spluttered and spat. The stuff was bitter and salty, and it caused a nasty cloying feeling inside her mouth. She could feel some of it dribbling down her chin.

“Ugh, that’s horrid!” Kate sensed Ross stand up, and a moment later she was blinking in the glare of the lights as he at last removed the blindfold. The first thing she saw when her vision cleared was the broad, wetly-glistening length of the cock that had just spewed semen between her lips. It was the first one she had ever seen.

“You’re not finished yet,” the old soldier said.

Kate gulped and almost vomited as some of the slimy goo she had not managed to get rid of slid down her gullet. His cock was shiny with a mixture of his spunk and her saliva and a big, greyish pearl of come clung to its tip. She had no wish to add to that which was already lying uneasily in her stomach. Kate glanced at the switch leaning against the wall. She also had no wish to feel it stoking the fire already in her bottom. Fighting her nausea, she closed her lips around the half-hard cock and sucked. A dribble of salty slime on her tongue made her gag and she pulled away. Ross grabbed her head in one hand and slapped his wet, slowly shrinking cock on her cheek with the other.

“Stop,” he snapped as she made to spit. “If you do that I’ll cane you.”

Kate stared up at him and saw he meant it. She paused with her mouth open and the gob of semen on the end of her tongue.

“Swallow,” Ross ordered.

Before, it had been accidental. Now he was making her do it deliberately. Somehow she managed to force it down, thankful it was only a small amount, though her gut still churned until she thought she would puke.

Ross laughed softly as her face twisted in disgust. “You’ll have to get used to it,” he warned. “You should lick a cock clean after you’ve swallowed, but I’ll let that go for now. I’ll see you get more practice in the next few days.”

As her belly flipped at the prospect, he stepped back and it flipped again when she realized he was completely naked. She eyed his solid, well-muscled frame, noticing the scars on his right thigh and high on his chest but more surprised by the suddenly shrunken penis dangling loosely between his legs. His quiet chuckle made her look up at his face and then hang her head in embarrassment.

Kate had never been very interested in young men. Their compliments and flattery were very nice, but they always seemed so immature and they were never old enough to have done anything really adventurous that might have captured her imagination. Ross was a different matter entirely. He must be nearly forty, yet he had not lost his taste for adventure and she was sure he had already had plenty in the past.

He was quite attractive too, in a rugged, outdoor sort of way. Who
did
he remind her of, she wondered. It was not so much his face as one particular expression it often bore, but he was not wearing it at that moment. He was smiling at her.

“Time for your reward.” He knelt beside Kate, slid his hand down the cleft in her buttocks, over the protruding end of the phallus in her sex and began rubbing her clitoris.

“Ooh, no!” It was not so much being given an orgasm Kate objected to as having no say in when it happened. She strained her wrists against the shackles holding her fast to the wooden block but already her bud was swelling and tingling. In seconds. her hips were wiggling and she was grinding her pussy against his hand. She came in half a minute, bucking ecstatically with the pent-up fury of her passion, her sex and anus spasming deliciously. With many gasps and long sighs, Kate shivered through the marvellous tremors, powerless in the grip of the pleasure the man’s fingers were creating in her rippling bud.