Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (15 page)

Afia’s hand cupped Julia’s breast, squeezing it ever so slightly.

Jahngir took Helai’s hand in his and drew her onto the couch. She knelt astride him with his upright shaft pressing into the crease between her buttocks.

Beyond a quickening of her breathing and a slight widening of her languid eyes, Julia did not react. She knew what was coming. She should not watch. Surely such intimacy was meant to be a private thing?

Afia’s warm breath caressed her cheek and the girl’s fingers pressed more firmly into her full-fleshed teat. A little wriggle that began in Julia’s belly made its way to her sex, still tingling from the effects of the ginger.

A thumb and forefinger gently rolled her hard nipple between them and made it tingle too. Julia sighed.

Helai’s back was directly facing her. The girl was gyrating her bottom, rubbing it against Jahngir’s rearing cock as his fingers separated her sex. As Julia watched they sank inside. Helai pushed her hips forward, seeking deeper penetration. She had done the same thing only that morning, Julia thought, with a prickle in her pussy that should have alarmed her, but she was remembering how marvellous it had felt. Her nipple pulsed under Afia’s touch as she watched Jahngir giving Helai the same pleasure he had given to her.

The girl’s hand reached back, curling around the broad cock.

Julia’s pussy quivered again as Helai lifted herself, back arching as she guided the shaft’s thickened head to her glistening sex-lips and sank her weight down onto it until its whole length sank deep inside. A little gasp escaped Julia’s slightly parted mouth. Without conscious thought she ran her tongue over her lips.

The brown-skinned girl moved sinuously and the Pathan’s cock, shiny and slick with her juices, slid slowly back and forth between her swollen pussy-lips. How would it feel to have the hard, thickened flesh thrusting to the limit in the tender tissues of her own sheath, Julia wondered.

Afia’s hand left her breast and smoothed down her belly and under the waistband of her gauzy trousers to draw aside the little triangle of silk at her sex. Julia turned her head and rubbed her cheek on the warm, soft swell of the girl’s up-thrust breast. Gentle fingertips stroked her bare love-mound and started fresh tremors in her damply prickling pussy. One of them stroked lower, found the sensitive hood of her clitoris and sent a pleasurable tickle thrilling through it.

“Ooh” Julia breathed. An arm encircled her waist and a palm smoothed over her perspiring skin and closed lightly over the swell of her left breast.

“Relax,” Afia whispered. “Enjoy it.”

“Ummf,” was Julia’s best response as the finger rubbed faster on her clitoris.

Helai was moving faster too. The rhythm of her wriggling hips grew ever more rapid until she seemed to bounce on the big cock filling her, moaning and gasping her pleasure. Julia was spellbound. She would not have believed it was possible to be calm and excited at the same time, yet that was precisely how she felt as she watched Jahngir and one of his concubines taking pleasure in one another. That was how Afia had described it in the bath and now it was happening right in front of her eyes.

Dreamily the English girl felt Afia’s fingers slip between the moist, fleshy crescents of her pussy and shivering thrills ran through her inner petals while a thumb strummed deliciously on her swollen clitoris. It was lovely. Julia sighed again. She felt languorous and sensual and beautiful.

Her head spun with a feeling far more intoxicating than the champagne she had drunk at the nightclub. Abstractedly she saw Helai thrusting herself onto the Pathan’s cock with rivulets of sweat streaming down her glistening brown back and over the twin swells of her buttocks. Julia’s pussy clenched around the fingers probing within. Another girl’s fingers, she abruptly realized, and her belly gave a terrified lurch. Her eyes snapped wide open.

“Noo!” Julia cried in sudden, stricken horror.

Afia’s arm tightened around Julia’s struggling body. “Don’t fight it.”

“No!” the English girl cried again and twisted in her grasp, trying to pull free of the fingers working in her sex.

“Hold her,” Jahngir Khan’s deep voice ordered, and for the second time that day Julia felt the hands of his willing slaves tighten on her limbs. She squirmed but that was all she could do. Afia’s hand remained between her legs, skilfully teasing her trembling pussy and pulsing clitoris.

“Good,” the native girl said as a little flow of juices accompanied another tremor in Julia’s sex. “Good girl. It’s nice, isn’t it? Give yourself to it. Enjoy the pleasure.”

“Noo!” Julia wailed but she was too far gone to resist. Her hips were openly defying her and thrusting avidly against Afia’s busy fingers, and the rippling heat in her sex was out of control. She felt the grip of the girls who held her fast. She could not be blamed, she told herself. They were forcing her. What choice did she have but to surrender?

Jahngir’s figure loomed over her supine body. His dark, glittering eyes looked down into her passion-clouded blue ones. Desperately she fought to stifle her moans as the wonderful quivers in her pussy grew faster and stronger. She dropped her gaze from the desire smouldering in the Pathan’s eyes and saw the big, up-curved length of the penis jutting arrogantly from his groin. Imperious and commanding, it seemed to summon her. With a frenzied wriggling of her hips and a great, heaving breath that made her back arch, Julia’s pussy clamped down hard. Her orgasm rippled and wrenched, twitching and trembling with an intensity she had never felt before.

Oh, god, it was a girl! A girl was making her come like that. It was unbearable. It was horrible. How could she ever have let such a thing happen?

Julia panted. Afia’s arm still encircled her waist while her hand continued to rub gently over her tingling sex. The scent of her spilled juices hung heavily around her. Gradually her head stopped spinning, and as her breathing steadied her shock turned to shame. Released at last, she slumped down and hid her face in the cushions.

“You disturbed your Master at his pleasure, little
murgah
,” Jahngir said. “It seems you have yet to learn your lesson. This time I will punish you.”

“Oh, no.” Julia looked up at him with tears brimming her eyelids.

Afia sank to her knees at his feet. “My lord, the
zenana
is strange to her. She is a foreigner and new to our ways.”

“Do you question my judgement?” Jahngir demanded.

“I only speak what is true, my lord. The judgment is for you to make.”

He regarded her in silence for long seconds. From his expression and the wary looks on the other girls’ faces, Julia had the feeling Afia was taking a big risk. To her surprise, he smiled suddenly, raised the native girl to her feet and kissed her on the lips.

“You are right, my love. A chastisement will suffice.”

The English girl was still grappling with the fact he had called Afia his love when she dared to glance at his face. There was no affection in the look he was giving Julia.

“Go and fetch the red belt, Afia,” he ordered.

“The red, my lord? Her rear is surely virgin.”

“The red is for you,” Jahngir said. “Fetch the blue belt also.”

Afia’s dark eyebrows rose for a moment, then a small smile of resignation flickered on her full lips. “Yes, my lord.”

She hurried away towards the far end of the room. Julia had not been aware she was holding her breath until it escaped in a rush when the native girl returned carrying two leather belts of the colours Jahngir had specified. Attached to the blue one was a long, phallic-shaped piece of ivory as thick as three of her fingers. Julia’s pussy clenched tight. She gulped nervously, in no doubt where it was intended to go, but relieved also when she saw the two even larger phalluses fixed to the red belt.

“Laila, Saba,” the Pathan said and the girls he named each took a belt from Afia’s outstretched hand. At once she loosened the scraps of white silk that were all she wore from around her hips and let them fall.

Belly squirming in embarrassment and anxiety, Julia accepted she had no alternative but to follow suit and stripped off her silk jacket and muslin trousers. She hesitated over the tiny triangle hiding her sex, but only for a second as she glanced once more at Jahngir’s stern face.

“You may oil the rear one to ease its entry,” he told Saba as she readied the red belt.

“Thank you, my lord,” Afia said. She appeared very composed as Saba fastened the broad leather around her waist, then went behind her, grasped the thinner belt hanging from a steel ring attached to the back and took one of the ivory phalluses in her right hand. Laila poured a dribble of oil into the girl’s cupped hand and she smoothed it over the hard ivory.

Julia shivered. Her face expressionless, Afia bent forwards and reached back to separate her buttocks. She took the broad shaft with a soft grunt and a wiggle of her hips, and then stood upright and thrust her pouting sex forward to accept the even bigger length of ivory that Saba slid into it.

Heart thumping, the English girl watched it sink all the way in, and Saba pull the crotch strap tight until Afia’s labia bulged at either side before buckling it to the front of the waist belt. Startled by the touch of Laila’s hands, Julia clutched reflexively at the leather tightening around her own waist.

“I still have the switch to hand,” Jahngir warned, quietly menacing.

Her wide eyes met his. Horrified that something even bigger than the Pathan’s broad fingers was about to fill her virgin pussy, only the threat of a beating could make Julia stand still while Laila fastened the belt in place. So why, she asked herself in wonderment, was she trembling as much in anticipation as in fear? Surely her disgraceful desires had been sated already today? She could not possibly be aroused by something so horrid and lewd being done to her.

Julia gasped as Laila pressed the tip of the phallus to her sex. Its lips were slickly wet and prickled as they separated. She looked down.

The broad ivory was as big as Jahngir’s straining cock. Would it feel like it too? She almost panicked and leaped away from the pressure. Nothing anywhere near so large had ever filled her before. Julia almost overbalanced as the hard ivory slid much more smoothly than she had imagined into her sex. The sensitive membranes of her sheath rippled and a low moan escaped her lips. Her guilt grew worse when Laila buckled the crotch strap tightly in place and a tickling shiver ran through the stiffening nub of her clitoris.

Jahngir made both her and Afia kneel on the balcony. Staring through the railings and out across the garden, Julia was almost grateful when he tied her wrists behind her back. Whatever happened now, she would not be responsible.

“You can stay like that until the evening meal,” he announced as he finished binding Afia’s wrists. “Then we will see.”

Julia’s belly contracted. It must be hours until then. Her pussy was already quivering around the big phallus, defying all of her efforts to suppress its growing arousal. It was humiliating enough to be kneeling naked with all the other girls able to see her. She was very much afraid she might embarrass herself even more by climaxing again simply from the hard ivory’s touch.

Her fear proved groundless. It was not her sexual excitement that obsessed her thoughts during the long hours before the sun finally sank to touch the mountaintops on the horizon. It was the ever increasing discomfort of kneeling in the same position on the hard floor with her arms pinioned behind her while her muscles ached and cramped and her dripping sweat stung her eyes. Long before the ordeal ended the presence of the phallus in her sex was just another source of her increasing distress.

To Julia’s surprise, another feeling had arisen while she suffered.

Timid as she was, she did not often become angry, not even when her parents had provoked her. This place, she told herself, was definitely not one in which she ought to be losing her temper. Yet she could not stop her resentment flaring when Jahngir Khan strolled onto the balcony and coolly announced the torment was at an end. Julia kept her face carefully turned away from his, anxious that he would not see the indignation she could not conceal.

“You have five minutes to bathe,” he told both girls as Laila and Saba untied them and removed the phalluses and belts. “If you wish to eat again today you will take no longer.”

“Thank you for standing up for me,” Julia said to Afia as they hurried to the bath. “I’m sorry you suffered for it.”

The native girl shrugged. “It was no more than I expected. He is not in one of his better moods just now. He gets that way where his brother is concerned.”

“His brother?”

Afia shrugged again. “Besides, it was worth it. He will honour me tonight. He always honours us after we are punished or chastised.”

“Honour you?”

“Take me to his bed. It is an honour to serve my lord.” She giggled, made a circle with a thumb and forefinger and pushed her other forefinger through it. “It’s fun too. He is a powerful lover.”

Julia blushed at Afia’s broad grin and spared herself further embarrassment by plunging into the bath. Afia acted as if the chastisement was of little importance. Julia could not be so blasé about it. How the other girls could accept it as normal to be bound and tormented at the whim of their master she could not understand. But of course they were just barbarous natives, while she was a well brought up and respectable English girl. Except that Afia did not seem in the least barbaric. She was intelligent, shrewd, confident, and, as she had just proved, courageous, and the rest of the girls could well be the same for all Julia knew. And to them, she reminded herself, she was the barbarian. It was all very confusing.

When they sat down to eat, Julia’s appetite deserted her. Despite the brief bath she felt hot and sticky and still smelled disconcertingly of her own arousal. Though the sun had not yet completely disappeared, her eyelids felt heavy and by the time the meal ended her head was drooping.