Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (7 page)

“Oh, what are you doing?” Kate asked anxiously.

“I’m just going to take some of the hair of your pussy, little miss.

There’s no cause for alarm.”

There was every cause for alarm as far as Kate was concerned. She tugged feverishly at the straps holding her, but it was too late to fight.

She should have kicked and bit and scratched when she had the chance.

Now all she could do was wail despairingly and wriggle as Ross laid the length of sticking plaster directly against the twin swells of her sex-lips and pressed it firmly onto her skin.

“No! Noo! Ow! Ooh! Ow!” It stung horribly when he ripped the fabric away, taking the copper curls around her labia with it. Kate squirmed and pulled herself up by her wrist straps, shaking her head and gasping. Ross’s broad palm pushed her down.

“Oh, no! Not again!” she wailed as he pressed another strip over her sex and tore it free with the same stinging effect as before. He did every area at least twice, even the hollows at the very tops of her inner thighs. Kate’s gasps had turned to groans and her wriggles to frantic jerks by the time he trimmed the little that remained of her fleece with a pair of scissors and sat back with a nod.

“There, that wasn’t so bad.”

“Yes it was,” she contradicted. “You’re a very cruel man to treat me so.”

His smile broadened. “Nah! I’m not kind, I’ll grant you. Twenty years in the army saw to that. But I’m not like Jefferson. This is just work for me. My cock doesn’t get hard when I beat a girl.” His eyes explored her nudity. “Well, maybe a bit, but I’m not angry and bitter like he is. Don’t you cross him, little miss, or you’ll regret it. He can’t make those who broke him pay, so he’ll take it out on you if you don’t behave yourself.” He leaned towards her. “You’ve been a good girl, so now you get your reward.”

Kate saw him look at the tiny triangle of short, red-gold hairs that was all he had left of her pubic fleece. Below it, entirely visible even if she had been able to press her thighs together, were her pale pink folds.

She jerked suddenly, straining at the straps holding her to the bars, but she could not evade Ross’s finger. He rubbed its tip on her frighteningly sensitive flesh, and Kate shuddered.

“You….” She clenched her teeth, glaring at him. His smile, which still somehow did not seem threatening, was unwavering as he met her eye. Humiliated, she turned her face aside.

“We know you’re not a virgin,” Ross said. “But I don’t think you’ve been fucked, have you?”

The question was like a slap in the face. Kate opened her mouth, not because she had any intention of answering his disgusting question but simply from astonishment that he had asked it. Suddenly more angry than embarrassed, she stared at him defiantly. A little tickle thrilled through her clitoris. She caught her breath. Ross seemed not to notice.

“Maybe you were the sporty type at school, eh? A hockey player?

A gymnast? Perhaps it was horse riding? Or did you find a more interesting use for the handle of your hairbrush?”

With more heat rushing to her cheeks Kate dropped her eyes from his. She had never blushed so much in her life as she had this day.

“Ah, that’s it, eh? No need to be embarrassed. You’re not the first by a long way. At least you’ll have some idea of what to expect.”

Kate had no idea what he meant. She was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the gentle friction of Ross’s finger on the tingling flesh at the apex of her pussy. She suddenly realized what was happening.

“Please stop. It’s… it’s not right.”

“Sorry, little miss, you have no more say in when you get the pleasure than you have in when you get the pain. That’s for me to decide.”

Kate laid her head back and turned her face from his grin, but she could not avoid his touch or the tremors of arousal that had begun teasing through her pussy. Breathing faster, she gritted her teeth against the sighs trying to escape her lips. Ross spread her prickling clitoral folds and pressed directly on the swelling nub they no longer concealed. Despite her determined efforts to suppress it, a sudden warm feeling spread through her lower belly. Her hips wriggled involuntarily, pushing her sex against his moving finger.

“Ah, now that’s good,” Ross told her. “Fiery
and
passionate. I knew you were going to be one of the more responsive ones.”

“No,” Kate gasped. This could not be happening. No one but she had ever touched her pussy before. No one but she had provoked those lovely, tickling tremors that she was vainly fighting to quash. Her heart shrank. This man was holding her captive. He was going to sell her into slavery. She told herself he had threatened her, beaten her and was violating her against her will. None of it worked. The more he rubbed the more Kate’s arousal intensified – the faster the pulsing of blood through her veins, the more eager the treacherous snaking of her hips that thrust her pulsing clitoris against his teasing fingers. And the more urgent her need for fulfilment became.

Without reducing the friction on her upright bud, Ross used his other hand to smooth over the freshly depilated outer lips of Kate’s sex.

They tickled, heightening the delicious ripples of excitement in her sheath. She squirmed, fighting the need to moan. A finger stroked the length of her slit, and pressure on the fleshy crescents of her labia told her he had spread them apart. Kate had no time to feel ashamed. The finger slid over her moistly tender inner lips and slowly pushed inside. At once her sex contracted, clamping its writhing walls around the invading digit.

Bucking frantically, bound limbs tugging fiercely against her straps, Kate orgasmed.

Never before had she known such overwhelming delight, nor such devastating humiliation. Totally beyond her control, her naked, sweat-sheened body squirmed as wave after wave of pleasure racked her pussy and tore long, breathless moans from her lips until she thought she would lose her senses completely. As stars flashed behind her closed eyelids, through the sounds of her ragged breathing she heard Ross laughing softly.

“There, that’s what you get for being a good girl. Wasn’t it nicer than what you got for being a bad one?”

“No, it was horrid,” Kate said thickly, with the dying spasms of her climax still trembling through her sheath. “It was a wicked thing to do.”

“Oh, come on!” Ross held up a shiny, dew-covered finger. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like it, little miss.” He gave her still-erect clitoris a gentle pinch that made her hips jerk of their own volition. She looked down between the swells of her breasts at the shiny, bright-pink bud and turned her head away, as disgusted by her body’s reaction as she was by Ross’s treatment.

“I’ll bet you do it to yourself all the time,” the man continued.

“Didn’t you enjoy having it done to you for a change?”

It had felt different, Kate acknowledged, but as strange and frightening as it was stimulating, and being bound and helpless was a horribly nerve-racking experience. She tried to glare at Ross, but her fear was returning now that her pleasure had waned and it was all she could do to contain it and stop herself screaming aloud. Perhaps he sensed it.

At any rate, he unfastened her and helped her to her feet.

Kate swayed dizzily for a moment. The after-effects of the drug and her fear were making her feel weak. Nevertheless, when Ross turned his back and went to open a door on the far side of the room, she charged out of the one through which they had entered and ran for all she was worth down the passage beyond.

She had seen the front door when Ross had led her from Jefferson’s office. Kate reached it, yanked it open, and rushed outside. Her steps faltered. Weeping with sudden frustration, she stared at the high-walled compound into which she had dashed and saw the guard on the gate watching her as he unslung the rifle from his shoulder.

“There, now you’ve seen what’s outside,” Ross said from behind her. She turned angry, tear-filled eyes on him, and he smiled down at her from the veranda. “Come out of the sun,” he said and went back into the house.

What choice did she have, Kate thought bitterly. Defeated and despondent, she trudged back to the room. Ross pointed to the door he had opened and she stepped through it. The room beyond was almost empty, but what it contained was enough to make her belly curl into the tightest of knots. There were no windows. In the glare of electric light she saw two long chains ending in shiny steel cuffs hanging from the centre of the ceiling. Two more lay on the floor, fixed to ringbolts set into its terracotta tiles. In the centre of each of the room’s white-painted walls was a tall, wide mirror.

“Well, you’ve spoiled it now, little miss,” Ross said, “and just when I was thinking I had a sensible girl on my hands. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

Kate turned sharply towards him, immediately conscious of her nudity as she saw his gaze roving over her body. He smiled and shook his head as she covered her breasts and sex.

“No sense hiding yourself from me now. I’ve seen pretty much everything. And pretty is certainly what it is. You can just bend over where you are while I smack your bottom.”

“No!” Kate leapt away in alarm. “I’m not going to help you make me a slave. For god’s sake, this is nineteen-thirty-one, not the Middle Ages, and I’m a British subject. I’m entitled to be treated with dignity and respect.”

“You’re a naughty girl who tried to run away,” Ross replied, “so I don’t want any arguments. You can bend over and take six from the flat of my hand or I can chain you and give you a dozen with my whip.”

Kate’s heart sank. She had hoped they were still in Peshawar where she might have quickly found a policeman or a soldier, but it had been horribly clear she was held prisoner in some wild and remote part of the country, far from any chance of rescue. She felt utterly trapped and achingly alone as she bent over. His smacks were not as hard as she had expected, but more than enough to intensify the scorching of her caned buttocks.

The moment she straightened up, he began fastening her wrists in the manacles hanging from the ceiling. Kate did not resist. He still had the whip tucked into his belt and she had no doubt he would use it if she struggled. His face blurred through her despairing tears as he looked up from locking the shackles around her ankles.

“No need for any more crying. If you’re good, this will be more pleasure than pain.” He shortened the ankle chains to draw her feet further apart, and added two additional ones between her wrist cuffs and the floor so her arms were held out at shoulder level and she could only move them an inch or two backwards and forwards.

It was horrid to be confined, to feel so defenceless and vulnerable and not to know what was to come. Kate raised her head and saw her reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of her. Shocked by the sight of her own nudity, she turned her head and saw herself again in the mirror at her left. In whatever direction she looked she was confronted by an image of her naked body and her wide, frightened eyes looking back at her. Her only escape was to close her eyelids, but she knew instinctively that that was forbidden. She caught sight of her back, reflected from the mirror behind her to that in front and her gut clenched tight. The round cheeks of her bottom were fiery red from Ross’s hand slaps and darkly lined with the welts the cane had inflicted. No wonder it was burning so terribly.

The man stood behind her and she stared at his reflection staring at hers. He was more than a head taller than she was.

“Aye, you’re a beauty all right, little miss,” he said. “Face as pretty as a picture, a lovely figure and a fine pair of tits.” His hands slid around her and squeezed her twin, pointed mounds. “Not too big and not too small. Just the way I like them.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Kate cried as his big, calloused hands rubbed the yielding flesh and teased her pale-pink nipples until they stiffened.

“I’ve already told you who makes the decisions,” Ross said, moving the balls of his thumbs up and down on the hardening points.

“What you should understand is that a slave girl always belongs to somebody. That’s the nature of slavery. And while you’re in my care you belong to me. That’s simple enough now, isn’t it?”

“It’s… it’s not right,” Kate said weakly as her nipples tingled under his touch.

“Maybe not, but it’s how things are,” the big man said and slid his left hand down her taut belly to the plump love-mound above her parted thighs. His finger circled through the little tuft of hair he had left there.

Kate jerked back from the tickle of it and gasped in pain as her bottom met his thighs. He laughed softly and pressed a finger between the oily slickness bathing the lips of her sex. Kate jerked again, feeling the shackles bite into her skin at wrists and ankles, as she pulled away as far as the taut chins would allow. It was not enough to stop his finger pushing into her pussy. She gave a horrified squeak as it circled her entrance, sending unwanted little thrills through its tender tissues.

“Still good and damp,” Ross observed, withdrawing and moving to her right side. She turned her head and saw her nude body in the mirror with her breasts thrusting out, humiliatingly hard-nippled, from her chest.

He reached into his trouser pocket and Kate stared in shock as he produced a long, black, phallic object. “You’ll like this better than a hairbrush handle,” he promised.

“No! Oh, no!” Kate protested as he pressed the rounded tip of the phallus against her moist pussy-lips. She squirmed, tugging at her shackles as she strained to escape the frightening contact. The sudden pressure of Ross’s other hand on her scorching bottom made her hips jerk forward, and the hard, black length slipped easily into her sheath. A ripple of excitement teased its quivering walls.

“Ooh!” Kate could not stifle her surprised cry, nor deny to herself that it also held a note of pleasure. “It’s not right,” she murmured even more weakly than before, and began to pant.

Ross pushed the phallus deeper. “Right, little miss, you clamp down around that. You’re to keep it inside you until I say otherwise, understand?”