Kate and Julia: Slave Girls of the Raj (11 page)

Afterwards, she experienced another first – lying in blissful contentment in her lover’s arms with their warm bodies pressing against one another. She drifted, not thinking, only feeling. The glow within her was more than just the aftermath of their lovemaking and was not confined to her pussy. It filled her heart too.

It could have been a minute or an hour later that Kate stirred and opened her eyes. A thrill ran through her. Ross was upright again, big and hard. The temptation to touch was irresistible. So was that to suck him again when she curled her fingers around his hard flesh and heard the pleasured hiss of his escaping breath. He stroked her back as she bobbed her head. Tremors tickled her at the rear as well as in front. Ross’s fingers moved to the back of her neck and drew her up beside him. He caressed her breasts with hands and lips.

“Please,” she said, breathing faster. “Will you…? I want….”

He raised his eyes to hers and she felt her cheeks burning.

“Oh, hell!” Kate said, and cast off her embarrassment. “Put it up my bum, for heaven’s sake.” She cringed the moment the words were out.

“Well, you’ve changed your tune very quickly, little miss,” Ross said.

“Oh, don’t mock me, please!” Kate begged.

He smiled. “All right. Lie on your side and pull your knees up towards your chest.”

Belly fluttering with nerves and excitement, Kate turned her back and felt her buttocks separate as she drew her knees into the unfamiliar position. His big paw closing on her right rear cheek forcefully reminded her of the fiery burn in her well-spanked bottom, but she cared nothing for the discomfort when she was so aroused. Her little muscle clenched in delicious reflex as his blunt fingertip pressed against it but, still oily from the intrusion of the bum-stretcher, it yielded easily.

“Ooh!” Kate sighed, and squirmed at the tremors rippling through her. “Ooh! Ooh!” A second finger joined the first, pushing deeper and stretching her tight pucker as if testing its elasticity.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“Ooh, yes!” Her heart leapt as she heard the endearment, and then again as she felt Ross guide his manhood between her parted buttocks and push insistently against her shivering knot. Kate pushed back, eager to drive it deep inside at once. The hand gripping her right buttock tightened.

“No, we’ll go slowly to begin with. Relax. Get used to the feel of it first.” His hand slid over her hip and belly to gently squeeze her pebble-hard nipples. Tense and trembling in her excitement and with the tip of his hardened flesh already distending her, she found it difficult to keep still. It was even more difficult to resist tightening the ring of muscle around the head when she abruptly dilated and accepted it fully inside.

Ross gave Kate’s nipples a firm pinch. “Slowly, I said. It’s not hurting you, is it?”

“On, no! It’s lovely,” she gasped, forcing herself to slacken her grip. She did feel a twinge or two of pain as the broad baton sank deeper, but they were instantly swamped by the pleasure assailing her senses.

The sensation of her sensitive tissues stretching to accommodate the intrusion was just as stimulating as their earlier lovemaking had been.

When Ross’s hand moved from her breasts to between her thighs it increased further. His thumb found her upright button and rubbed. Kate gave a convulsive jerk backwards and drove the last inch of him into her wriggling passage. At the same moment, his fingers slipped between her feminine lips and teased her wonderfully.

“Ooh, yes! Oooh!” A moist surge of excitement accompanied the rippling thrill of a little climax. Automatically, her rear contracted around its invader, making her gasp and squirm. The rigid flesh drew back against her clenching grip, then sank slowly deeper once more until Ross’s belly was hard against the upper curve of her buzzing bottom.

He did it a dozen times more, all the while rubbing between her trembling thighs. Wriggling madly inside as well as out, she bucked against his hard body.

“Ooh, harder, faster!” she moaned

Ross withdrew almost completely then gave a sudden jerk of his hips, followed at once by several more.

“Ooh-hoo!” Kate cried as her tingling membranes expanded under the vigorous thrusts, and her pussy thrilled and tickled with sparkling delight. His belly was slapping against her buttocks, and every lunge of his hips drove him deeper. Kate thrust back just as avidly, heightening the marvellous friction. Her sheath rippled and spasms wriggled and wrenched through her whole lower belly until she seemed to explode with sensation. Kate bucked, overwhelmed by pleasure, her body racked by writhing contractions that made her clamp down hard both front and back. Through her own ecstatic cries she heard a long, guttural growl and felt a hot flood on her sensitive inner tissues.

Kate’s own climax continued unabated, profoundly and breathtakingly intense. She juddered and writhed, utterly engulfed by the pleasure. Ross thrust on for several more thrilling moments before he subsided panting beside her. Utterly spent by the time he had finished, Kate found she had not even strength to brush her sweat-soaked hair from her eyes. She felt his tight hold relax but an arm remained wrapped reassuringly around her, and his slowly shrinking flesh did not withdraw.

She sagged, sated and breathless, against him.

Drifting once more she could feel the thump of his heartbeat against her back. It slowed gradually and his ragged breathing steadied and became even. Kate guessed he had fallen asleep. She was on the verge of doing the same. Carefully, she eased away from the cradle of his loins and let his flaccid manhood slide free. Sighing, she flexed her little muscle and felt it shiver. Lord, how good it had felt! Nothing could ever equal the delight she had known from being filled front and rear like that.

Kate told herself it was madness to lie there feeling safe and protected in the arms of a man whose stated purpose was to teach her to act like a whore and then sell her to the highest bidder. Inexplicably, insanely, it made no difference. The glow in her heart remained. She thought suddenly of Roger and his earnest declarations of love each time he proposed to her. Kate tried to imagine his reaction if she offered herself to him with the words ‘put it up my bum, for heaven’s sake.’

Picturing the look on his face set her giggling.

She stopped abruptly as she remembered her parents. They would be horrified if they knew how willingly she had surrendered her innocence. Were they worried yet? She was only a few days late so far, and she had sent them a telegram from Bombay saying she was delayed and carefully avoiding explaining why. Her belly fluttered as she realized she might never get a chance to explain anything to either one of them ever again. Yet even then she knew she was not half as anxious about it as she should be. She craned her head over her shoulder to look at the cause of her dilemma. To her surprise, he was awake and looking at her.

“Something amusing?” he asked. “I’m surprised you’ve got the strength.” He grinned. “I’ve had a good few little minxes like you in my time, but nobody ever came close to anything like that little performance of yours. It was quite something.”

Kate was more pleased than embarrassed by the comment. “I was just thinking,” she said.

“Me too,” he replied. “What was it about your thinking that was funny?”

“Nothing really. I was being quite serious. I was thinking that Mummy and Daddy will be wondering where I am. Mummy calls me wayward and Daddy says I’m too impetuous for my own good.”

“And what do you think?” Ross asked, pulling her closer.

Kate nestled gratefully into the crook of his arm and rubbed her cheek on his chest. “I’m not sure any more. I always thought I was just adventurous. I’ve always been the outgoing sort and… a bit outspoken, I suppose. I like doing things on the spur of the moment. I don’t want to be tied down.” She winced at her poor choice of words and waited for him to laugh. When he did not, she sighed. “It’s got me into a lot of trouble this time, hasn’t it?”

“Maybe. Or maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time,
and
with the wrong people.”

“I don’t understand,” Kate said.

“Never mind. There’s nothing wrong with wanting some adventure in life.”

“I know. It’s just that so many people seemed to think I was being headstrong or obstinate or downright unruly.”

This time he did laugh. “I wonder why.”

“Oh, you’re mocking me again!” Kate said. “You don’t see it either. Why should I have to settle for marriage and putting up with a boring life just because everyone else expects me to? You haven’t.”

Ross smiled and gave her a squeeze. “That’s different. Anyway, I bet a beauty like you could have her pick of eligible young men. You must have had plenty of offers.”

Kate pulled a face. “Not really. I suppose I was a bit
too
outgoing and outspoken sometimes. I have plenty of admirers, but I don’t think they see me as the kind of girl they want to take home to meet their mothers, except for one, that is. But he doesn’t interest me. Young men are either too serious or too juvenile, and they bore me.”

Ross chuckled. “Ah, so you like older men. Men like me, I’m guessing?”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting more out of life than being another bored housewife.

People don’t realise things are changing. There are women doctors and scientists now, and even some flying their own aeroplanes. I’m not clever enough for that, but that doesn’t mean I should just give up on what I want.”

It struck Kate that her craving for adventure had never had a clear focus in the past. She had only ever been sure about what she did not want, and her restlessness and love of travelling had helped her to avoid it. Now she knew with complete certainty what she did want. Her adventurous spirit had been given the direction it had lacked. It meant giving up her independence but was that not a big part of what made it so attractive? And it would be worth it to see the world with this man always at her side. If only she could convince him that she meant it.

He was chuckling again. He gave her left nipple a tweak. “I see where this is going, little minx, and you’re not fooling me. I know what you’re after.”

Kate looked into his eyes. “Truly, Mister Ross, Sir, I’m not trying to deceive you.”

“No, of course not,” he said sardonically. “And you’ll be telling me next that you want to be a slave girl.”

“I do,” Kate said. “But only if I can be
your
slave girl.”

*

“Head up.” Jahngir Khan’s impatient order penetrated the haze of pain filling Julia’s mind. She forced her eyelids open and raised her drooping head. Sweat ran down her face and dripped from her chin to the floor of the
zenana
. Wearily, she craned her neck and took her Master’s saliva-sheened manhood between her lips once more. As it had every time, the movement made the dildo buried in her backside shift, and the fearsome burning that its oily coating had created grew worse. Julia groaned around the flesh in her mouth as it slid back and forth over her tongue.

She was bound within a steel frame – two sets of X-shaped struts joined by welded crosspieces. Her knees were held wide, tied to the struts resting on the floor, her arms bent and roped from wrist to elbow to those that formed the upper part of the device, both holding her torso angled forwards. Behind her neck was a crossbar to which she was fixed by a leather collar around her neck. Another bar pressed into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her spine and jut her bottom rearwards.

Jahngir had looped cords tightly around each of Julia’s breasts, distorting them into two swollen, fleshy globes whose pale skin had quickly changed to an alarming mottle of purple and blue. They ached, but their pain was nothing compared to the awful fire in her rear.

The Pathan pulled away and disappeared behind her. She hung her head, heard the slurping sounds Afia began making and trembled when the movements of the native girl’s bobbing head were translated into fiery discomfort in her own insides. Afia was bound in an identical fashion to the other side of the frame with her back to Julia’s. Jahngir had forced the opposite ends of the same long, black, double-ended ebony dildo into both girls. The slightest move either of them made was transferred to the oil-smeared phallus and heightened the fierce stinging of the sensitive membranes within their stretched openings.

Jahngir appeared in front of Julia again and she wearily opened her mouth. This time he climaxed. The sudden gush caught her by surprise but she knew better than to let any escape. The mood he was in Jahngir might easily use the switch he had waved threateningly at her and Afia after discovering the native girl teaching her some dance steps in the garden that morning. So Julia suppressed her need to cough and continued serving him until he slid from her pursed lips. Tired and hurting, she still felt a brief thrill as she swallowed. It seemed as if it was the taste of the Pathan’s strength, the essence of his masculinity, the same power she saw when she looked at his muscular figure, and heard in his commanding tone, and sensed in his dark, piercing gaze.

He took his time releasing the girls. He freed Afia first, as Julia had known he would. She had the feeling he took much pleasure from the sight of his concubines bound helplessly in the elaborate coils of rope and cord with which he carefully and painstakingly enmeshed them.

Tying them in position had taken nearly as long as the punishment and he seemed to enjoy the act of removing the ropes almost as much as he did putting them in place.

He left freeing Julia’s breasts from their constricting cords until last. Their awful aching turned to a wicked throb as blood circulation returned, but she did not surrender to the need to rub them with her numbed hands. Instead, like Afia, she remained kneeling between the struts of the frame.

“Come,” Jahngir ordered, and both girls crawled to his feet. “Look at me. I hope you are suitably contrite.”

Julia looked up and then away from his frowning face, and saw instead his naked, muscled figure and the slack length hanging between his thighs. A little droplet clung to its tip. Afia must have seen it too.