Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (4 page)

Penny looked away, only to find she was staring at the thick shaft jutting from Macdonald’s trousers. Immediately she understood why it was shining wetly in the sunshine coming through the French windows.

Her belly flipped again and an involuntary quiver ran through her sex. It was years since she had last done the act; at least one year even before Tom had died. The memory set another shiver teasing the lips of her pussy.

Macdonald rose abruptly and pushed his breakfast dishes aside. He patted a hand on the white cloth covering the table. “Get on here. Sit facing me with your knees bent and legs apart.”

“I won’t do any such thing,” Penny said emphatically. She nodded towards the Indian girl standing insolently naked by Macdonald’s empty chair, with her young breasts jutting out so arrogantly in front of her that Penny felt a twinge of envy.

“Suddenly the prude, Penelope?” Macdonald asked, though his grin showed he knew very well how she felt about being stared at by a mere servant girl who knew exactly what was going to happen next.

“Strange, I don’t remember you being at all bashful when you were here last time.”

Penny ignored the jibe and the girl’s impertinent expression, and she met the man’s stare with her own. There was a limit beyond which she was not prepared to go. He seemed to sense it.

“Oh, very well! Ishani, go and wait behind there.” He pointed to an ebony screen in a corner of the room. It was not what Penny wanted but it was more than she had expected to get. At least the girl would not be able to see her utter humiliation at the swine’s hands. She shuddered.

But she would be able to hear every sound they made.

“You had better not raise any more objections,” Macdonald warned.

Penny sighed. There was not going to be any last minute reprieve.

She climbed onto the starched cloth and, with a cowering embarrassment greater than she had ever felt before, drew her legs apart, placed her heels on the table’s edge and leaned back on her elbows. Macdonald resumed his seat, adjusted the thick cock poking from his fly and eyed her supine body.

“You’ve got hair on your cunt, Penelope. The rumour was that you always kept yourself shaved. Was it true?”

“Do you have to be so crude?” Penny asked, mortified. “If you must make me suffer like this, can’t you just get on with it?”

“I’ve no intention of making you suffer,” Macdonald said. “I want you to enjoy it as much as I’m going to. Now answer my question.”

“I used to. I stopped,” she said flatly.

“Pity. I like a nice shaven pussy, or better still a freshly plucked one like Ishani’s.” He laughed at Penny’s sharp intake of breath. “Don’t worry, I haven’t the time to do it to you, unfortunately, but you can show me how you play with it.”

Penny stared, not wanting to believe he meant it. The look he returned her left no room for doubt. Slowly, she lowered her head to the table, reached between her parted thighs and felt the crisp curls of her pubic hair brush her fingers.

“Go on, give it a proper rub, Penelope,” Macdonald urged. “I expect you’re good at it. You’ll have had plenty of practice since Tom died. Or have you been playing the field?”

Penny had rarely masturbated during her widowed years and she had not taken any lovers. She had deliberately avoided her former friends from the social circuit too, or, more accurately, they had avoided her.

Nor had she sought the company of men. She was not a whore. The warm flesh of her hood tingled under the pressure of her palm as she gingerly laid her middle finger against the lips of her sex. They too were warm and slightly damp.

“Go on, get it in,” Macdonald said impatiently.

Turning her face from the glittering lust in his eyes, Penny pushed her finger into her pussy. A tickle of excitement made her shiver as it slid over her velvet-soft flesh.

“Look at me,” Macdonald barked and she obeyed, belly wriggling at the stern, commanding tone of his voice as well as the shame of what he was making her do. He watched her in silence, looking back and forth between her burning face and the finger she was slowly sliding in and out of the intimate cleft between her thighs. His self-satisfied smile was like a knife twisting in her flesh. So why could she feel the dampness in her pussy increasing? He stood suddenly, his trousers falling to his ankles, and stepped out of them as he stripped off his shirt.

He must be close to forty now, Penny thought, with the prickle of excitement her rubbing created mounting steadily. He was not bad looking and he obviously kept himself in good shape, and his cock was…. She forced the thought from her head before it could properly take shape, abruptly aware how her breathing had quickened. It grew less even and quickened further when she pushed her finger deeper between the swells of her sex, all the while aware of Macdonald watching her every movement and expression as she masturbated.

Lord, it was horrible! His blatant desire, the sheen of perspiration on his well-muscled torso, the curling hairs on his broad chest gleaming damply in the sunlight, and the fat, deep-red head of his cock swelling taut and shiny at the tip of his curving shaft. Penny’s pussy gave a little ripple under her stroking fingertips, and without her willing it her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue ran wetly over her full lips.

Macdonald moved to her right side. She followed him with eyes that were heavy-lidded with passion. He pressed a finger to the hard nipple on the crest of her right breast before gripping it between a finger and thumb and giving it a gentle tug. Penny gasped, and a long, tickling tremor ran through her sheath. Tom had often done that, pinching the stiff points and stretching the firm rounds of her teats outwards until it had just begun to hurt. He had always made love rather roughly. ‘Hot and hard’ he had called it, slapping her thighs and buttocks while she rode astride him or squeezing her breasts when he was on top, and nibbling and pulling her nipples with his teeth. She had loved it.

The memory made her sheath tremble with arousal. Macdonald’s hand left her breast and slid over her damp belly to close over the fingers Penny was working in her pussy and pull them away. Her regret lasted only until his bigger, more demanding fingers probed the oily slickness of her tingling sex. With a moan, Penny arched her back, her hips pushing down of their own volition to meet the delicious penetration. Her right hand slid from her thigh to join the left in clutching tightly at the linen tablecloth beneath her.

“Ooh! Ooh, yes!” She could not stop the words escaping, though she knew that every sound she made would be heard by the servant girl behind the screen. Penny gasped as the ball of Macdonald’s thumb moved rapidly on the slippery bud emerging from her clitoral hood. Her belly flipped as she realized what was happening to her, and at the same moment a powerful surge of pleasure quashed her growing disquiet.

Soft, sucking noises came to her through the mist of desire that had descended as Macdonald’s fingers skilfully manipulated her sex. It was hot now, and she could feel her juices flowing and the tingling tremors growing stronger and more frequent. Hazily, she saw the man who was pleasuring her so wonderfully, curl a hand around the upright baton of his cock and angle its swollen, crimson head towards her.

“Suck me.”

“Oh, no!” Penny gasped but already her lips were parting and her head inclining towards the monstrous, masterful cock. As if she no longer had a will of her own, her mouth ignored her mind’s reluctance and closed over the thick, hot shaft. Macdonald gave a jerk of his hips and a long, sighing moan.

“Oh, I’ve waited a long time for this, Penelope! You can’t imagine how often I thought about it when I looked at you, but I never expected it would ever happen.”

Penny barely registered the words. The feel of his broad shaft filling her mouth was forcefully reminding her pussy what it had been missing for the last five years. A fierce urgency made the blood pound in her veins and seemed to set the hard, engorged nipples on her breasts pulsing with the same throbbing arousal that was making her thrust so eagerly against the man’s wriggling fingers. Lord, how she wanted his cock inside her!

Macdonald must have sensed her need. His cock pulled from her mouth. Passion was clouding her vision as well as her mind, as she vaguely saw him position himself between her parted legs. Strong fingers closed around her thighs and he pulled her towards him until her bottom rested at the very edge of the table. The feel of his hands closing tightly on her flesh made her pussy clench, and wild tremors teased her sheath as a rush of juices bathed its trembling walls.

Penny closed her eyes then forced them open again as she felt her calves gripped firmly and her legs lifted high. The cock rearing up from Macdonald’s groin was gleaming with her own saliva now. He rested one of her legs on his shoulder as he released it to take hold of his rigid shaft and aim it at her quivering pussy. Penny groaned as she felt the broad cock-head rubbing her outer labia.

“Oh, yes! Yes, please!” She winced as she heard herself begging, but her shame had come and gone in an instant as Macdonald pushed forward and slowly sank his length deep within her pussy. It responded with a ripple of delight and a little sparkling orgasm that forced a soft, mewing whimper from Penny’s lips. She ran her tongue over them again, her breathing fast and shallow.

The wonderful, half-forgotten feelings increased as Macdonald placed her other leg on his shoulder and began to thrust. He leaned over her, pushing her thighs towards her breasts, and she squirmed and jerked her hips to meet his lunging cock. His hands closed on her jiggling teats, squeezing and tugging while he plunged into her and heightened her need by crushing her achingly-hard nipples against his palms.

Penny could only half-stifle her ecstatic cries. How on earth could she have deprived herself of such pleasure for so long? She had even almost forgotten the kidnapped girls as she revelled in the sparks of delight the cock’s movements were creating in the tender membranes of her pussy. She cried out again as Macdonald quickened his thrusts, and once more when his hand encircled one of her breasts and he sucked hard on its thick, elongated nipple. Her head spun as the friction of the shaft driving into her compelled her irresistibly towards her climax.

It overtook her suddenly, a great squirming contraction of indescribable pleasure, and spasm after spasm of a delight so intense that it stole her breath away and almost her senses too. Through her own panting cries, Penny heard Macdonald’s deep, guttural growl of satisfaction as her pussy clamped down on his cock and his hot spunk jetted into her. Instantly, she came again, her sex writhing around the wildly thrusting shaft, her head rocking from side to side as she moaned and gasped at the marvellous, wriggling delight. The weight of his body came down fully onto her, forcing the little breath she had from her lungs as he too gasped and panted in the aftermath of orgasm.

Feebly, Penny pushed against Macdonald until he finally levered himself upright and his shrinking cock slid from her still tingling sex.

She sucked in a juddering breath, felt the heaviness of her breasts warm and damp against her upper arms and slid a hand to her twitching pussy.

Eyes closed and only half-aware of what she was doing, she rubbed the hard nub of her erect clitoris.

Drifting in a daze of pleasure, Penny half-heard Macdonald’s throaty chuckle, and ignored him. The soft, feminine laughter that followed it made her eyelids snap open. Stricken by the horrible realisation of what she had been doing, she leapt from the table and crouched in a ball on the floor, wrapping her arms around herself.

“You swine,” she spat at Macdonald, her passion completely forgotten. “You let her watch the whole thing.”

“No, only the bit when you started playing with yourself again.”

Macdonald grinned and slid an arm around the Indian girl’s waist. “You see, Ishani, I told you white women are no different when they’ve got a cock between their legs.”

“You were right, Sahib. They are very much liking it too. They are not always so stiff and proud as I thought.”

“Speaking of stiff, my girl,” Macdonald said, sitting naked in his chair, “you had best get me hard again so we can take up where we left off.”

In an agony of self-consciousness now that her desire had deserted her, Penny turned from the sight of the girl kneeling to lap her tongue over his flaccid penis, and she crept to her clothes.

“The men you want are Ross and Wilson,” Macdonald told her as she slipped her chemise over her head. “They were both NCOs at the garrison here until they’d served their time. Now they live in a place up in Jargahal, not far from the border with Dhokat. If I’m right about them being in your hotel last night, and from the descriptions you got I’m sure I am, I’d say it’s a fair bet that’s where your missing girls are.”

“White men selling white women,” Penny said. “It’s rather shocking.”

Macdonald looked down at Ishani’s dark head bobbing over his stiffening cock. “But hardly unheard of, as I’m sure you know. They’re working with another white man. I’m not going to tell you who, but I will say you’ll find him particularly dangerous and my advice would be to steer clear of him.” He laughed. “But you can’t do that, can you, Penelope?”

Penny frowned as she fastened her skirt and took her jacket from the back of the chair, resentful that he was only telling her what he chose to. An alarming thought struck her. “Jargahal is more than two days ride from the road. It’s only eight days until the
khillat
is due to be distributed.”

“And five more until the slave auction,” Macdonald said.

“Where?” she demanded.

“In Jargahal this year. But don’t worry. They’ve built a proper road since you were here last. You can motor all the way to the city now.”

“Is it safe?” Penny asked.

“No more than any of the others so close to the border, but you’ll only have ordinary bandits to worry about. Things are pretty quiet on the Frontier just now.”

“That is hardly reassuring,” Penny said, growing ever more embarrassed by the sight of Ishani sucking on the penis that had so recently filled her pussy with such devastating effect. “I… I can’t afford to hire reliable bodyguards.”