Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (21 page)

Courtney did not even slow his cruel lashes, let alone stop.

Sobbing wretchedly in pain and humiliation Penny continued to writhe under the searing strokes with the unstoppable stream of her piss squirting erratically up and down and from one side to the other at every jerk and twist of her tormented body.

At last the vicious crack of leather on yielding flesh stopped.

Above the sound of her panting breaths Penny heard the last trickles of her piss splash onto the plank beneath her. She opened her eyes and saw Courtney through a haze of tears. He stepped in front of her as if to better admire the evidence of the torment he had put her through. He was breathing as hard as Penny was and his face bore a triumphant grin. She hung her head. The whole of her front from breasts to thighs was bright scarlet and smarting fiercely, and her hard, conical nipples were throbbing.

“Well, that was a good warm-up. I wasn’t expecting the golden shower though, Penelope. I think you even managed to splash me a few times.” The thick baton of Courtney’s rearing cock twitched as he spoke.

Dreadfully humiliated Penny looked quickly away in acute alarm as her pussy did the same.

“According to Wetherell you should be dripping wet by now, Penny.”

She flinched from his outstretched hand and felt another moment of panic as the leather cuffs on her wrists tightened once more. Even before his fingers slid inside it her sex was quivering eagerly. Penny hissed and rocked her hips as he pushed deeper, forcing her outer labia wide.

“Hm, not dripping, but your cunt
is
wet. Say it Penny.”

“I….” She had never spoken the word in her life. She did not want to now. His fingertips reached the ridge of her pleasure spot, high at the front of her tingling sheath. Without her willing it Penny’s hips thrust forward. “My cunt is wet, sir,” she said hoarsely.

“Was it the pain, I wonder, or the restraints, or merely having some proper control for once? I always thought you just needed a good, firm hand to keep you in your proper place, Penny. Don’t you agree?”

Courtney’s finger rubbed more firmly. Penny heaved on her wrist straps and wriggled as much as they allowed her to.

“Y… yes, sir.” She was aroused in spite of the pain, not because of it, and being bound only made her limbs ache and her belly flutter in fear.

Penny did not know why she was excited. Surely it was no more than her long years of deprivation finally catching up with her? Her sheath rippled suddenly and she moaned. Though every movement hurt she thrust herself avidly onto Courtney’s teasing fingers. Abruptly and very frustratingly they withdrew. Penny heard his soft laugh.

“No, you’ve a long way to go before I let you come, my dear.

Tonight I’ll chain you to my bed and if you perform satisfactorily, and bear in mind I’m used to the skills of trained slave girls like Ranee, then tomorrow I’ll see about assisting you with your missing companions.”

Penny felt a rush of relief rise through her awful torment. At last he had agreed to help her, though it made her mind whirl to wonder what she might have to do to secure that help. Chained to his bed, she thought, and was shocked by the tremors that teased her sex.

“No,” he said. “On second thought it had better be the day after tomorrow. You’ll need more time to recover from what I’m going to do next.”

“Next?” Penny’s heart leapt as he laid the whip on the table and picked up the cane. “Oh, no!”

She craned her neck to her left and watched him from the corner of her eye as he took position behind her. The cane swished and her buttocks clenched and her belly twisted with awful anticipation, but it was just an experimental swing. Penny was suddenly beaded with sweat and breathing in great heaving gasps that seemed to draw no air into her lungs.

“Please,” she croaked and a heartbeat later the cane cracked savagely across her defenceless buttocks. Raw, brutal pain flamed in her tender flesh, a narrow line of searing fire that spread rapidly outwards across the soft skin of her rear cheeks and deep into the firm muscles beneath. The air trapped in Penny’s lungs escaped in a harsh, guttural cry. She scarcely had time to draw another breath before the next stroke carved a second trail of blazing torment across her helpless bottom.

“Oh, god, it’s terrible! It’s…!” The cane’s fiery impact cut her off and she felt her buttocks bounce from the ferocity of the blow. “Ooh, it hurts, it hurts!” Penny bucked, tearing desperately against the chains holding her wrists aloft, weeping and shaking her head until she was giddy.

Courtney slashed the cane across her jiggling buttocks with regular, unremitting strokes, ignoring the panting pleas that alternated with Penny’s cries and howls. She could feel her firm, rounded rear yielding beneath every wicked impact of the thick bamboo. Each one seemed to sink deeper into her delicate flesh and intensify its scorching, throbbing torment.

The savage smarting of Penny’s buttocks had become unbearable long before the meaty crack of the cane finally ceased. Courtney placed it on the table and stood in front of her, his swollen cock-head almost brushing her belly. Blinking the moisture from her eyes she saw his lips twist into a lustful smile.

“Tears already, Penny? I like that.” His finger brushed her wet cheek and she flinched and gave a strangled sob. “I like to see a grown woman cry when she’s punished. That’s how it should always be.” He pinched the buzzing nipples standing thick and hard on the tips of her breasts and used them to lift the heavy mounds. “My slave girls must be made of hardier stuff. They never shed any tears over a mere twenty strokes. Mind you, I nearly gave you five more for making such a wet mess of my floor. Really, I expected a little more self-control from a white woman.” Chuckling, he let Penny’s breasts fall back into place and slid a finger over the slit bisecting her sex. “Let’s see if you’re still wet.”

Penny’s humiliation at pissing herself and the knowledge Courtney had flogged her just as he did his native slaves burned her almost as much as the awful fire in her buttocks. Another kind of heat flared within her as his finger penetrated her pussy. Very soon she was gasping from more than just the pain. Not wanting to believe she had given in so easily, she could not stop herself from rubbing her sex against his teasing hand.

“That’s it, work those hips. Move your cunt on my fingers. You see what a little of the proper control can do?” Courtney pressed the ball of his thumb to the hood of her clitoris, letting the small movements that were all Penny’s restraints allowed her do the work. She sighed and wriggled, cursing herself for a weakling but lost to her desire despite the pain tormenting her. Nothing she had experienced before seemed so carnal, so completely forbidden or so awe-inspiringly arousing. What in heaven’s name was wrong with her?

“That’s enough. No coming for you until I say so.” Courtney laughed at her mew of frustration as he drew his hand out of reach. “If you can’t exert any discipline over yourself, my girl, someone else is going to have to impose it on you. Now, its time I gave you a second flogging.”

“What? Oh, for heavens sake!” Penny cried in disbelief, but he had already moved behind her, cane in hand. “Please,” she begged at the same moment a loud whoosh of displaced air told her he had swung the vicious rod. There was an awful crack as the cane struck flesh and turned the fire in her buttocks into an inferno. Penny shrieked.

It was much worse the second time. The cane whipped wickedly across the welts caused by the first flogging. Courtney seemed to have a renewed energy and struck much harder, with longer intervals between each blow, giving her time to feel the cruel pain sink deep into her throbbing bottom and the fierce burn sear savagely across her skin.

Penny’s tears flowed freely, dripping steadily onto her smarting breasts. It seemed as if the cane had become a knife that was carving its way ever deeper into the tender tissues of her buttocks until they seemed to be screaming at her for the brutal strokes to stop. Soon Penny was screaming too, streaming with sweat, and bucking and writhing in uncontrollable anguish until she was as terrified she would tear her aching shoulders from their sockets as she was of the cruel bamboo.

Only when the pressure of Courtney’s hand under her chin lifted her lolling head did Penny realize she could no longer hear the pitiless crack of the cane or feel its wicked bite adding to the agony of her sorely abused bottom.

“There’s twenty more for you, Penny. Do you think they might make you behave yourself from now on?”

In too much pain to care about her humiliation Penny managed to gasp out a ‘yes, sir’ between her racking sobs.

Courtney laughed. “For some reason I doubt that. I think you would need the constant threat of a flogging to keep you in check, and even then there would be plenty of times the threat would have to be carried out. Put you near a man, Penny, and you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. You’d be flirting and flaunting yourself in no time, just as you always have.”

Penny no longer gave a damn for his opinion. All that filled her mind was the terrible throb in her bottom and the stinging of her breasts and belly and thighs, and how much longer it would be before she was free to rush to her room and plunge into a cold, soothing bath. Her belly turned over as she heard Courtney’s footsteps retreating and the key unlocking the door.

“Oh, please, don’t leave me here like this!” she begged.

“I’ve no intention of leaving,” he told her, opening the door.

“Come in Ranee.”

“Please, don’t let her see me this way. She’s a native for god’s sake,” Penny pleaded, her embarrassment suddenly outweighing her pain.

“And a slave girl, Penny. A very skilful slave girl. She’s going to give my cock a thorough sucking, and you had better watch closely while she does it. I expect the same from you later, though since you’re so fond of masturbating I think I’ll let you begin with that this evening, with Ranee and I watching, of course. But before any of that we’re going to see how many times she can make you come in the next hour.”

For long seconds Penny was stunned speechless by her horror. Did he really mean another woman was going to…? Her head spun until she was sure she would lose her senses. “Please, not a native girl,” was all she finally managed to croak.

At that moment Ranee, with her large breasts that showed not the slightest hint of sagging, appeared in front of her. Penny’s stomach balled into a knot. Her pain and humiliation made her weak. All she could do was strain uselessly at the chains securing her wrists as the girl smiled at her and glided gracefully closer. Long, slender fingers stroked Penny’s tear-stained cheek then slid over her smarting skin to the stiff tip of one sore, pulsating nipple. She felt the softness of the girl’s brown-skinned cheek rub against the weals on the other one and looked down with a gasp as a pink, wet tongue described a circle around its hardened point.

“Ooh!” Penny shuddered and gave a startled squeak as a tremor ran through her pussy.

“Relax, Penny,” Courtney said, chuckling. “I think you’ll find she’s very talented.”

She stiffened as the girl’s hand left her tingling nipple and smoothed over the gentle swell of her belly to her hairless mound.

“No, you mustn’t,” she said huskily.

Courtney was watching with an amused smile on his face and his pink-headed cock curving arrogantly upright. “Think of those two girls suffering in the slavers’ clutches, Penny. You do want to rescue them, don’t you?”

They could hardly be suffering worse than she was, Penny thought, but he was right, damn him. She steeled herself. In little more than a week she had to be in the Prince of Dhokat’s palace, and Julia and Kate along with her, or her fortunes would never be restored.

Everything now depended on how she behaved in the next few hours. She must be prepared to do whatever was necessary to secure her future. She had come too far and made too many sacrifices already to fail. So she would watch Ranee suck Courtney’s cock very closely indeed, and do it herself when he told her to. But she must keep her wits about her, Penny told herself. Too often lately she had allowed herself to be diverted from her objective by the transient pleasures of sex, but as so often in her past the sex was a means to an end, not the end itself. She must never let herself forget that.

Ranee sank slowly to her knees before her, trailing her tongue wetly between Penny’s breasts and down her burning belly. She caught her breath as fingers fluttered gently over the insides of her parted thighs.

They stroked the swelling crescents of her outer labia, tickled the moist petals peeping from within and slid easily into her quivering pussy.

No woman had ever touched Penny there. It was wrong. It was unnatural. Her sex contracted and her hips thrust unbidden against the delicious penetration. Her eyes went wide in surprise and then wider still as soft lips kissed the stinging swell of her love-mound and tugged gently on the folds of her clitoral hood. Moments later a moistly delving tongue pushed its way between them.

“Oh, no!” Somewhere amid the vastness of the mountains, Penny knew, were two frightened girls whose destiny was to be sold at auction to the highest bidder. Their only hope of escaping that fate was Penny Winter.

Ranee’s lips closed over her clitoris and sucked hard on its swollen bud.

“Oh, yes!” Penny groaned and surrendered to the pleasure.

The End of Volume One

Julia, Kate and Penny continue their adventures in:
Kate and Julia 2: Slave Girls Of The Raj.