Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (8 page)

“No, I won’t!” Kate wailed, horror-stricken by her pussy’s response to the hard, horrid thing filling it. It was much larger than her hairbrush’s handle, much larger than anything she had felt there before.

She strained to expel it. It slid easily over the slick membranes of her sheath and clattered to the floor at her feet.

Ross made an annoyed sound and picked it up, pulling the whip from his belt. As Kate sucked in an anxious breath, he flicked the leather backhanded across her lower abdomen. It stung like a nettle.

“Bad girl.” He held up the whip before her wide eyes. It was about two feet long, a narrow strap split into twin tails for the last third of its length. It seemed less menacing than the rigid cane Jefferson had used to flog her but she had just discovered it could still hurt.

“Now see,” Ross continued, “that could have been on your bum where it would have stung a lot worse. Let’s try again.” He pushed the phallus easily back into her sex despite Kate’s frantic twisting.

Immediately, she forced it out. The whip flicked out, stinging the outer curve of her right teat.

Ross lifted the phallus. “One more try then you’ll get another lesson.”

Frightened though she was, Kate let the phallus slip from her sex for a third time. She did not want the awful thick length inside her, not least because she feared the pleasure she knew it would create. She stared back at Ross’s look of displeasure. She even dared hope he had given up when he left the room with a furrow in his brow. Fresh determination rose inside her. She was not going to surrender and let him make her a slave. Her gut twisted violently when he returned.

“Back or front?” he demanded, bending the long, thin switch he was holding in his calloused paws. “You choose.”

“No!” Kate cried, suddenly realising what she had brought upon herself.

“It had better be front then.” Ross lashed the whippy rod across the firm flesh of her thighs.

With a high-pitched yelp, Kate writhed in her shackles as its fiery scorch seared her skin. Even before she had stopped he had slid the hard phallus back into her pussy.

“Now don’t disappoint me, little miss. If I see that dildo again before I want to, I’ll switch you properly and you won’t like it a bit, believe me. And don’t blame me for your tears. You did it to yourself.”

Hissing in pain, Kate blinked moisture from her eyes and tightened her sphincter. Her sex clenched around the – what had he called it? A dildo? It must be a native name for the strange instrument. Her sex quivered. It had never felt so filled or tingled in quite the way it was doing at that moment. She thought the dildo might be made of ebony and she had seen that, apart from its smooth, rounded tip, it was carved with a chequered pattern of grooves. It seemed as if the sensitive walls of her sheath could feel every one of them as they gripped tightly around the phallic shape. Ross moved to a corner of the room, leaned the switch and his right shoulder against the wall, folded his arms and watched her.

The tremors in Kate’s pussy grew stronger and were soon joined by an ache in her lower belly. Her muscles could not possibly keep continually clamping down on the hard wood. She tried to relax them a little but the phallus immediately began to slip and she had to tighten her sex again. It wriggled. Each time she tried to ease the strain on her pussy muscles she had to clench them again, and each time more tickling tremors teased her. Beads of perspiration formed on her naked body. As time passed, they trickled in little rivulets down her skin. Kate groaned.

All the while her arousal was growing.

It seemed an age before Ross appeared before her. By then, the sweat was streaming down her body. Kate lifted her head to plead with him and caught sight of her naked reflection, gleaming wetly in the bright lights. Between the parted crescents of her labia the butt-end of the phallus protruded from her twitching pussy. It looked so horribly obscene, she thought, with the flipping in her belly only heightening the quivering of her sex. Her legs ached from standing in the same position for so long. Kate shifted her weight and the dildo moved within her sheath. She gave a long, breathy sigh and saw her image in the mirror run a wet tongue over her parted lips.

Ross chuckled. “That’s it, little miss. Now you’re catching on.”

“Oh lord,” Kate moaned, and surrendered to the need to shift her weight again. Pussy prickling, she willed herself to keep still. Ross flicked his slim whip in the direction of her belly, and she jerked her hips back and felt a waft of air whisper over her pussy-lips.

“Ooh! Aah!” The phallus moved and then moved again as she squirmed when the tip of the leather licked the underside of her left breast and left a fiery tingle in its wake. Ross struck her right teat just enough to sting, and then alternated his blows between the two.

Every twist and jerk Kate gave chafed the dildo against the rippling walls of her pussy, and with every chafe they rippled faster and for longer. Abruptly, her sex clenched tight, and then writhed deliciously for long seconds as her orgasm overtook her. Even as her belly thrilled with the little climax, it contracted in fear as the phallus slid free and clattered to the floor. Breathing hard, Kate looked apprehensively at Ross.

He smiled and shook his head. “No punishment for that. It’s just what we wanted.” He picked up the phallus. “Now, let’s tuck it back in there and see if you can do it again.”

“Nooo!” Kate wailed desperately.

*

Julia drifted slowly back to awareness. She could still feel the rocking motion that had lulled her overwrought mind and weary body to sleep. The smooth shoulders of the horse were rubbing gently back and forth on the insides of her thighs, and the movement of its withers against her crotch was creating a disturbing tingling sensation. She was leaning back against something large and warm and very firm. It really felt quite pleasant.

Julia’s eyelids flickered and opened. She shot upright, aghast. She had been lying against the barbarian Pathan who was carrying her off to enslave her. As memory flooded back so did her terror, made worse by the sudden tightening of the strong arms holding her upright on the horse.

“So, you wake at last, little
murgah.
You timed it well. See, we are nearly there.”

Julia looked ahead. They were on a steep track that wound its way from the green valley up a mountainside dotted with boulders and straggling bushes. Above, perched atop the brown, rocky crags, was a fortress. Her heart was in her mouth as they drew closer to the high, crenellated walls. A man on one of the gate towers waved in their direction and a minute later the ironbound gates swung open and Jahngir Khan carried Julia into slavery. She trembled.

When he lowered her to the ground, her legs almost gave way. He slid from the saddle and Julia dropped her gaze from his, saw with horror that one of her legs was bare to the thigh, and quickly moved the cloak he had given her to cover it. His smile bared white, even teeth that made her think of a tiger stalking its prey. She jumped when he took her arm and led her towards the big house that dominated the buildings within the fortress’s walls.

“Do not fear me, little
murgah,
” he said. “I promised you would not be beaten. You will not be punished at all, or even chastised, if you are obedient. Come, we are travel-stained and weary. Now we will take our ease.”

Julia was too dry-mouthed to even attempt to reply. She did not know what to say anyway. To plead with the savage would be useless and she was unsure if she could depend on his promise to spare her a beating. The way he had just mentioned punishment suggested he did not think of it as anything unusual or out of the ordinary. Her belly flipped as his firm grip steered her up the steps of the veranda to the big, brass-studded door of the white-painted building.

An elderly man waited within, bowing to Jahngir Khan and giving Julia a curious glance as they passed him. She was suddenly grateful that she had the cloak to conceal her nakedness.

“I am going to the
zenana
, Babrak,” Jahngir said. “Disturb me only if it is important.”

The house was cool and dim after the bright sunshine outdoors.

Julia climbed two flights of stairs, fearfully conscious of the hand on her arm that might tighten at any moment if she dared to resist. She was too afraid to take in her surroundings, almost too afraid to keep one foot moving in front of the other. They stopped at an ornate double door decorated with gold leaf and plaques of ivory and mother of pearl. To Julia’s surprise, for he was plainly the owner of the house, Jahngir tapped on it instead of entering.

It was opened at once by a stunningly beautiful native girl who smiled at Jahngir, bowed and backed into the room with an inviting gesture of her hands. As she straightened, her eyes fixed on Julia and she said something in a language the English girl did not recognise. Julia did not meet her questioning stare. Even if she had not been terrified, her attention would have been drawn immediately to the native girl’s scandalous lack of clothing. She wore a flowing robe of pale yellow muslin so fine and sheer it was nearly transparent. Beneath it the high mounds of the girl’s bare breasts were clearly visible, their brownish-pink nipples straining against the gossamer-thin cloth. Below a white cord slung around her hips the fabric hung in folds that did not conceal the outlines of her long legs or that only a tiny scrap of silk covered the area between her shapely thighs.

Gasping in shock, Julia looked away only to be further shocked at the sight of more scantily clad young women who rose from couches or silken cushions on the floor and clustered around her and her captor.

They all spoke to Jahngir at the same time in their unintelligible language. He held up the hand not gripping Julia’s arm and replied in the same tongue. All but one of the girls immediately fell silent. The one who did not, spoke rapidly and, Julia thought, heatedly, gesturing in her direction. Jahngir responded levelly but before he had finished speaking the girl interrupted with an angry retort. Her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes went suddenly wide and she clapped a hand to her mouth.

The Pathan spoke more sharply and the girl took a step back and bowed her head. Lifting her gaze to his she said something very softly, sighed at his head shake and walked slowly off down the long room towards an area divided by many wooden screens.

“Come,” Jahngir said in English, and then switched to the other language to speak to the girl who had opened the door. He led Julia out onto a long balcony, down a staircase at one end and into a high-walled garden. She walked beside him beneath shady fruit trees, past green lawns and flowers and a gurgling fountain to an open-fronted stone building at the far end. Very apprehensive, Julia reluctantly let herself be drawn inside.

In the centre of the large building was a rectangular pool a good twelve feet long and eight wide, sunk into the stone-paved floor. The place was a bathhouse. A frightening suspicion came to Julia, confirmed at once by Jahngir Khan pulling the cloak from her shoulders and laying it on a marble bench beside the pool.

She leapt away from him with her heart hammering and covered her sex with both hands.

“Come now. I’m sure even well brought up English girls remove all of their clothes before taking a bath” Jahngir said with an amused smile and a nod at the chemise that was all she wore. It barely reached her hips. Julia shook her head vigorously, too afraid to speak.

“You’ll feel better with the dirt washed off, little
murgah
, and the bath will relax you. You’ve been coiled like a spring since I first set eyes on you. It must be very exhausting.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke.

Why did he keep calling her that name? She finally found her voice. “I will not be a slave.” Her own daring surprised her, but the Pathan seemed unimpressed.

“That is not the issue,” he said, still with a smile. “It is only about you taking a bath, or more accurately, I think, me seeing you undressing to take a bath. What if I don’t look?” He turned his back.

Julia eyed the steamy tendrils drifting above the pool. The water did look very inviting. She was gritty with dust and her body ached, especially her belly, which had not stopped twisting and churning since she had awoken that morning. She darted a glance at her captor, and when he remained turned away she slipped off her chemise, hurried to the far end of the pool and down the steps into the water. It reached her waist, but she could feel a slope beneath her feet and waded towards the centre of the bath until it was lapping around the upper curves of her breasts. It felt wonderful. For a brief moment she surrendered to the comfort of the sensuously hot water cleansing and soothing her tense body. Then she looked up.

The barbarian was standing at the opposite end of the bath, looking down at her and casually stripping off his clothes.

Julia looked away, but not before her horrified gaze had seen the width of Jahngir Khan’s shoulders, the dark hair covering his broad chest and the bulging muscles of his arms. She backed away until the points of her nipples bobbed above the water then dared retreat no further and crossed her arms over her breasts.

Risking another glance made Julia’s breath catch in her throat. He was descending into the bath, as naked as she was and making no effort to conceal the snake-like appendage hanging between his muscular thighs. Outraged and scandalised by her first ever sight of a man’s penis, Julia kept her head down as a fierce blush burned her cheeks. Her belly gave an awful lurch as fear returned with full force.

The Pathan laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I’m only here for the same reason as you – to be bathed.”

Julia looked at him from the corner of one eye. He was up to his waist in the water and no longer moving towards her. The breath she had been holding escaped in a rush just as the girl who had admitted them to the
zenana
, along with another, entered the bathhouse. One of them carried a small bundle that she laid on the marble bench before joining the other in removing her revealing garments. It did not take long.