Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (18 page)

With a sudden, startled cry she squirmed even more ferociously, horrified, humiliated and disbelieving. As her sphincter had convulsed with the tickling contractions of her climax Ross had thrust a long, broad finger deep into her wriggling rear.

Kate writhed. She could not escape. Her pussy continued to spasm helplessly in orgasm. As it clenched and unclenched in tingling delight, her anus alternately tightened and loosened around the single digit sunk inside. It felt lovely.

“Ooh, no,” Kate cried a second time, mortified by the obscenity of it and astonished that it was heightening the pleasure rushing through her.

Sparkling spasms seized her again, and her body jerked and shuddered with a second furious climax. Bucking wildly, her sheath clamped hard on the dildo and her anus around the invading digit, Kate collapsed onto the wooden block beneath her with her head spinning and her vision a blur.

There was an obscene plop as Ross pulled his finger from her backside. “Good girl,” she heard him say. “That’s what a man wants from his slave girl. That sort of response makes him feel good about himself.”

“Beast,” she gasped between heaving breaths. “It was horrid. It was disgusting.”

He laughed. “No it wasn’t. You liked it, little miss. Do you think people don’t do it all the time? You’ll likely find your rear entrance being used as often as the front one.” He tickled the sensitive ring of muscle and Kate wriggled frantically.

“That’s unnatural,” she protested, even more horrified. “It’s not an entrance. It’s not for that at all.” It seemed inconceivable to her that it should be used for anything but what nature intended.

“Lots of girls wouldn’t agree.” Again Ross rubbed his fingertip on her puckered knot and chuckled. “I’ve known quite a few who liked it in there as much as in their pussies.”

“Damned ignorant natives who don’t know any better,” Kate said, hiding her shock behind her with scorn. Her heart leapt as she looked down and saw the gooey little pool of come she had spat onto the floor.

“No, white girls like you as well as Indians. How long have you lived in India?”

“All my life,” Kate said. “I was born here.”

“You haven’t learned much about it though. You wouldn’t be so disparaging if you’d taken the trouble to find out about its people and cultures. The Indians had already built a civilisation with palaces and great cities when people in Britain were living in caves.”

For someone who claimed to be poorly educated, Ross seemed to be very well informed, Kate thought. He was right about her attitude to the land of her birth. She had lived in the British community, aloof and isolated from most Indians except for servants. She had never been much interested in Indian culture and certainly was not now with the threat of enslavement hanging over her head.

“Well, never mind,” the ex-soldier said with a pat to her bottom, and released her manacled wrists. “You’ll be learning a lot more about it first hand soon enough. And I wouldn’t make a habit of voicing your opinions if I was you.”

He pulled her to her feet, and she saw her naked reflection next to his in the mirror. He was head and shoulders taller than she was, a giant beside her, with a mat of grey-flecked hair on his chest and far more intimidating than when he had his clothes on. Or did she mean impressive?

His big hand around her wrist drew her down to the end of the corridor and into another room. She stared around its bare, white-walled interior and her gut twisted. On the wall beside a complicated contraption of timber and brass was a rack of vicious-looking whips and canes.

“Don’t worry, they aren’t for you,” Ross said at her sudden sharp intake of breath. He led her to a corner of the room below a long, narrow window high in its outer wall where a showerhead was fitted to the ceiling. “Arms up.”

Having just seen how imposing he was, Kate had no thought of defying him and stood unmoving while he clasped the handcuffs hanging beside the showerhead around her wrists. The water was cool and refreshing. She tilted her head back, letting it wash the sweat beads from her face, and she jumped at Ross’s touch. He was soaping her, running his big paws over her bare skin, and she could feel a strength in them that was suddenly unnerving. He must have felt her go tense.

“Relax. You’ll feel better after this.” His hands rubbed gently and in minutes he was proved right. He massaged away the aches in Kate’s calves and thighs, the last of the buzzing from her switched bottom and eventually the knot of apprehension from her belly. It returned momentarily when his slick hand slid lower, only to be swamped by the tingling quivers that tickled through her sex as Ross lathered her clitoris and outer labia. His other hand kneaded her slippery breasts and teased her nipples to erection.

Hips jiggling in defiance of her will, Kate felt the pull of the cuffs on her wrists and silently cursed her weakness. After all her exertions that day, still her body was ready to betray her. Her mind betrayed her too. The sensations were too exciting for her to really want them to stop.

Kate’s shocked gasp at the admission changed to a long sigh of pleasure by the time it escaped her lips. She ran her wet tongue over them. She wanted the hand on her breasts to squeeze harder, the fingers soaping her eager pussy to sink deeper inside. She wanted her hands free so she could reach down to the straining point of her clitoris and rub it really hard or – her heart leapt – to curl her fingers around the thick, rearing cock that was pressing against the skin above her right hip.

She was mad, Kate thought. She had completely lost her senses.

Panting hard she thrust her sex wantonly against Ross’s caressing hand.

The one so skilfully toying with her teats slipped to her waist, then her buttocks and then the crease between them. Ross pressed his palm hard onto her squirming pussy. Kate caught her breath. Despite the delicious tremors in her sex she was very conscious of the soapy, slippery finger that was gliding down her anal crease towards the little knot it concealed.

Certain of what he intended, she pinched her sphincter tighter. Her pussy contracted around the fingers within it, a flick of a thumb on her erect clitoris made it twitch wildly and her anus shivered. With the gentlest of pressures, Ross’s big forefinger sank to the knuckle in Kate’s rectum.

“Ooh! Oooh!” It was crude and vulgar and unnatural. And it felt absolutely wonderful. The sensitive membranes in Kate’s anus trembled.

Seconds later she came with a great pussy-wrenching rush of delight that the handle of her hairbrush had never given her in all the years she had been using it. It seemed there were sparks in her sex as well as her head as her mind spun with overwhelming pleasure. The long finger in her rear pushed harder, wiggling deliciously over its tender, rippling walls.

Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and with a strangled and incredulous cry Kate climaxed again and again and again. Waves of incredible pleasure crashed over her in a vast, dumbfounding deluge that made her lightning flash inside her reeling head.

The shower had stopped when Kate’s senses returned and a strong arm was wrapped around her, holding her upright and taking the weight from her aching shoulders. Her legs were bent and refused to straighten and support her. Her arms flopped uselessly to her sides when Ross freed them from the handcuffs. She could feel the damp, wiry hair on his chest against her cheek and the hardness of his cock pressing on her stomach.

She knew she ought to pull away but could not find the strength, and it was pleasant and comforting to feel him holding her in the dizzying aftermath of her multiple orgasms. If she could have lifted her arms she would have held him too.

It was several minutes before she was able to lock her knees. Ross let go of her and Kate leaned dizzily against the wall, stunned by the unbelievable sensations she had experienced. She dragged her eyelids open and saw him drying his naked body. He gave her a smile that seemed warm and not at all unkind. How could he possibly be nice and a slave-trader at the same time?

Kate’s intoxicating pleasure had dissipated, leaving her feeling weak and weary. The sight of his great, up-curved cock as he came towards her sent an anxious flutter through her stomach, but he only began patting her with a soft towel.

“That was a bit of a surprise, little miss,” Ross said, “for me as well as you. I think you liked my finger up your bum a lot more than you thought you would, eh? You’re very tight back there, though. Perhaps we’d better see about stretching you a bit. It’ll make things easier for you when you have to take a cock in it.”

If his words were meant to reassure her they had the opposite effect. Kate’s fear returned in all its full-blown horror as she recalled the fate awaiting her. She had been like a toy in his hands, picked up, played with, and put down again when she no longer amused him. She was not going to spend the rest of her life like that. However many incredible orgasms she experienced they would never be adequate recompense for the loss of her freedom. And they were going to sell her to some barbarian tribesman who would likely treat her no better than his goats or his cattle. It was too awful to even think about.

Nerves strung tight with fear and desperation, Kate eyed the wooden framework on the opposite side of the room and the wicked-looking canes and whips on the wall. They were an all too clear reminder of the danger she faced. She saw Ross glance in the same direction.

“Don’t fret about that,” he said. “It’s Jefferson’s solution for our more reluctant guests, but you’ve pretty much behaved yourself up to now. Carry on the same way and you won’t need to get any closer to it than you are now. It’s only for
very
naughty girls. Come on, I think you need a lie down. You’ll sleep in my room from now on.”

He took her to a room across the passage from the one that held the shower. Kate saw the big, brass-framed bed first. It dominated the spartanly-furnished room. Her belly shrank. He was going to make her sleep with him. Oh, heavens, she would have to do a lot more than sleep!

A little thrill of excitement as she imagined just what, only increased her terror.

Her eyes flickered to the large revolver lying on the nightstand by the bed as she watched Ross bend to a low, steel-barred cage standing beside the room’s far wall. He lowered one side of the cage and gestured to the thin mattress that covered the floor inside.

“In you get.”

Kate felt a rush of anger and resentment. He seemed quite cheerful about locking her up, about trapping her inside the horrid, cramped little cage. She balked. Heart pounding, she rushed to the nightstand, grabbed the heavy pistol and thumbed back its hammer as she aimed it at the crouching man.

“I know how to use this,” she warned, breasts lifting as she sucked in a long, unsteady breath and fought the trembling in her hands. “Take me back to Peshawar or I’ll shoot you.”

Ross rose slowly to his full height. “Not with that you won’t. Do you really think I’m fool enough to leave a loaded gun lying around?”

Kate looked over the cocked hammer of the revolver. There was no glint of a brass cartridge in the chamber beneath. She uncocked it and drew the hammer back again. The cylinder rotated to another empty chamber. The ex-soldier’s figure blurred as tears of frustration welled up in Kate’s eyes. She felt a horrible, heart-rending disappointment.

Ross moved very fast. He plucked the pistol from her hand and snatched her wrist as she tried to back away. Blinking away her tears she stared up into this face. It bore that expression that seemed so familiar and reminded her so much of someone she could not quite place.

Looking fearfully at his sternly compressed lips and the furrow between his lowered eyebrows, Kate suddenly realized who it was.

“Here you were behaving like a good girl and then you go and do this,” Ross said with a disapproving shake of his head. “I think you had better have a closer acquaintance with Jefferson’s machine after all. I told you it was for very naughty girls, little miss. And
you
have been a very naughty girl indeed.”

*

Lifting her bathrobe to her waist Penny craned her neck over her right shoulder and eyed her buttocks in the wardrobe mirror. The carmine blush that had been there the day before had gone but it was still uncomfortable for her to sit down and Penny thought she detected a mauve tint of bruising beneath the skin. She shuddered at the memory of her humiliation, not only the indignity of being spanked like a naughty child but at being caught masturbating by Courtney’s servant. Equally bad was the embarrassment of having her overtures rejected by Tony Wetherell and the cruel way in which he had responded to them.

Only once had Penny’s feminine wiles failed to get her what she wanted, when she had tried to persuade Tom to withdraw his request for transfer to the frontier. It was only much later that she had understood why. Yet now, in the space of a couple of days they had failed her twice more. In fact, her attempts to manipulate Macdonald and Wetherell with her charms had only got her deeper into trouble. Not only was it a shock but also it was undermining Penny’s self-confidence. Instead of using the men for her ends it was she who had ended up being used for theirs. Her pussy tickled – and how she had been used!

She opened her robe and faced the mirror. Her nipples were two hard, darkly pink cones. No, she told herself emphatically. Nothing could be allowed to distract her from recovering Julia and Kate. This was not the time to be indulging passions that would have been far better left buried, at least until she had achieved her goal. Why then had she begun her morning by playing with herself when she would have been better employed formulating a plan for when she confronted the slavers?

Penny watched the reflection of her index finger slide down the ripe roundness of one breast and flick back and forth over its erect nipple.

She turned away and, swearing as she had not sworn for years, closed her robe and belted it firmly around her waist. She was
not
going to start again. A tap at the door saved her from further temptation but her relief was short-lived when she opened it and found Courtney’s servant on the other side. Her belly went tight and Penny felt a hot rush of blood to her cheeks.