Kate and Julia: Slave Girls of the Raj (12 page)

She leaned forward and lapped it onto her tongue.

“Forgive us, my lord. They were only a few dance steps. You have never disapproved before.”

Jahngir flicked the switch in his hand across her right teat.

“Ow! My lord, you….” She looked at him, plainly shocked.

“Impertinent girl! Neither did I order you to do it. If I want her to learn to dance I will say so.”

Afia bowed her head. “Yes, my lord, it is as you say.”

“And will continue so. The day will not come when my concubines usurp my authority in my own
zenana
.”

“My lord?” Afia looked bewildered.

He waved the switch impatiently. “Enough. Clean yourselves up.”

Julia needed no second bidding, and Afia was right behind her as they hurried past the other girls’ concerned glances and rushed to the bath, clutching hands tingling and half-numbed to their breasts to stop their painful bouncing.

Only when both girls had douched each other’s rear entrances with several jugfuls of blessedly cold water and stepped into the warm bathwater with heartfelt sighs of relief, did Afia speak.

“I have never known him to be in such a mood for so long. He is often quick-tempered but also quick to forgive. I cannot think what has made him like this.”

“Perhaps his aqueduct,” Julia suggested.

“I don’t think so. Not this time.”

A fiery little stab shivered through the English girl’s innards.

“What is that awful stuff he puts on the dildo?” she asked.

“Oil mixed with curry powder and extracts of chilli and peppers.

And what we’ve just had isn’t the hottest.”

“Hot enough,” Julia said ruefully. “He’s not an easy man to understand. I think he likes to see us all tied up in the ropes and cords.”

Afia laughed. “Of course he does. He doesn’t just do it to punish us.”

“You mean when he… he makes love to you? That can’t be very nice.”

The native girl laughed again with her eyes sparkling. “Oh, you’d be surprised!”

“You enjoy it?” A shocking little quiver ran through Julia. “But you’d be completely helpless. He could… could do anything. He’s just using you for his own pleasure.”

“That is always true in the
zenana
.” Afia smiled. “To serve our master is why we are here, but he is a considerate lover. He always makes sure we are pleasured too.”

Julia remembered how being manacled had allowed her to escape her guilt, and she found the idea suddenly more appealing. And she would willingly be tied any way Jahngir Khan wanted her if it meant he would make love to her.

This time when Afia produced the pink soap Julia did not argue.

She bent over and welcomed the slippery, well-lathered fingers that slid into her to wash away the last vestiges of the stinging oil. Nor did she demur when it was her turn to do the same for the Indian girl, though the sensations both actions caused her were strange and confusing.

“He’s very stern,” she said as she felt Afia’s soft tissues yield under her fingertips. Recalling how stern sent another quiver through her sex.

“But not always, as you have seen for yourself.” Afia gave a grunt, and pushed back against the pressure of the English girl’s hand. “But there are times I would gladly box his ears, and this is one of them. My bottom hasn’t suffered like this for ages. This ill-humoured behaviour isn’t really like him. He’s been much more bad-tempered since he brought you home with him, and especially after you both came back from the bath the day before yesterday. Did you do something to upset him?”

“I don’t know,” Julia said. “I was… trying to please him. I thought I had, then the next thing I knew he had dragged me to the
zenana
and I was tied up with that dildo thing stuck inside me. And then yesterday he said I was inattentive during training and did it again.”

“And now the same today and for no real reason,” the Indian girl said, and wriggled suddenly. “Ooh, deeper! There’s a place giving me hell and you’re not reaching it.”

Julia forced her finger further in and her own rear muscle reflexively pinched tight. “Oh, it’s awful, Afia! I don’t know how you can bear it each time he does it to you.”

The girl laughed. “Because I know what we will do together afterwards. And because I love him.”

Julia took a deep breath. “I thought he meant to do it with me the other day. I was sure, in fact, but then he stopped at the last minute.

That’s when he got angry. He frightens me when he acts so strict and domineering.”

Julia’s soapy digits slid free as the girl turned to face her.

“Frightens or excites?”

Julia gulped. “Both,” she answered honestly, and saw Afia’s knowing smile.

“He does that to me too, and the others. I suppose that’s one reason I love him.”

“Isn’t it hard having to share him? Wouldn’t you rather have him all to yourself?”

The native girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Just he and I? I never thought of that.” She considered for a moment. “Maybe I would, but it will never happen. It is not the way for men like Jahngir Khan to have only one bed-mate. I would be selfish to expect that of my lord, and unfair to the other girls to try to keep him to myself. I would much rather be one of my lord’s concubines than the wife of a lesser man.”

A wriggle ran through Julia’s belly as she braced herself and made her confession. “So would I. I love him too.” It was total madness, almost beyond belief and understanding. Nevertheless, tears of sheer joy brimmed her eyes as she spoke. She shook her head in bewilderment.

“I’ve only known him a few days. After how he’s treated me I should hate him, but Afia, I’ve never been so sure of anything before. Am I going mad?”

Afia hugged her, crushing their full breasts together. “Not mad, poor girl, not mad at all. I fell in love with him on my first day. But you need to know -.”

“I couldn’t believe it when I first realized,” Julia interrupted excitedly. “I didn’t
want
to believe it. This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me. I blamed my… my frustration to begin with but it’s more than that. Jahngir is moody and bad-tempered, and clever and witty, and strong and… wonderful. I hated it when he brought me here, but now I want to stay and be with him and you and the rest of the girls always. It might sound like craziness, but I feel like I have more freedom here than ever I did home in England, or ever could have there.” She laughed happily. “I know it makes no sense, not even to me, but I feel it just the same.” She felt liberated – from the conventions she had always allowed to rule her life, from her parents’ plans to force her into a loveless marriage, from the need to conform to other peoples’ expectations, and most of all from the shyness and timidity that had stifled all of her ambition. Now, concubine and slave though she was, she had found the freedom to be herself.

Julia was not exactly sure when it had happened; sometime during the long night that had followed the day on which Jahngir had almost made love to her and when her rear was still buzzing warmly from her mild punishment with the oil. She had lain in darkness with both wrists shackled so she could do nothing about her frustrations and suddenly everything had been clear.

She had been vaguely aware that her feelings had been changing, growing alongside the suspicion that she had guessed who was going to be her master. The shock that had come when Julia realized her suspicion had become certainty had been nothing like what she would have felt a few days previously. In truth, it had not really been a shock at all, but a pleasant, reassuring glow of sudden happiness and contentment. It was then that she had understood there could be only one reason why, and had looked into her heart. The result of that had been astonishing but undeniable.

“I love him,” Julia said again, with the same joyful thrill as before.

The Indian girl clasped her tighter. “I’m sure you do, but I need to tell you -.”

“What’s this, more misbehaviour?” Jahngir’s deep voice demanded.

Thigh-deep in the water the girls let go of each other and turned to face him.

“We are obeying your command, my lord,” Afia said.

Julia felt no need to conceal her nudity from his glowering gaze.

She drew herself straighter. It seemed as if a new strength had filled her since her confession. Despite Jahngir’s frown, his presence increased her happiness, and as he tossed his robe aside and waded naked into the bath her sex pulsed excitedly.

“Then your backsides should be thoroughly cleansed by now,” he said and when they agreed, “Then you can do them again, and you can soap each other’s pussies too.” He sat down with the water lapping his shoulders and leaned against the side of the pool.

Since Afia was holding the soap, it was Julia who first had to lean on the edge of the bath, present her rounded rear and accept the ministrations of the native girl’s lathery fingers. As they smoothed over her sensitive membranes, she felt the same confusing sensations that she had before. Now that the burning had ceased it was not quite discomfort, nor the stimulation the same touch between her legs would create, but somewhere between the two and not really unpleasant. For her, Julia thought, that should have been a difficult admission to make. That it was not she saw as another proof of how much she had changed in so short a time. A greater one was the eagerness with which she greeted Afia’s hand on her nether-lips and the slithering of two long fingers inwards.

Knowing Jahngir was watching, Julia could not quite manage to evade a twinge of embarrassment as she gasped and panted and wriggled with increasing arousal, but she did not try to hold back. She would have failed in any case with the way her pussy was rippling under Afia’s skilful manipulating, and besides, it might make the Pathan just a little pleased with her. Much too soon for her liking he had the girls swap places. He rose to his feet and came closer as Julia liberally lathered her hands. With greater courage than she ever thought she would possess, the English girl boldly raised her eyes to his and smiled. His glittering stare seemed to hold a challenge she was determined to meet. She did not look away.

“What are you waiting for?” he demanded icily.

Julia gulped. “Nothing, Master.” She pushed her soap-slick fingers into Afia’s rear and worked them back and forth. As she had admitted to the girl, Jahngir Khan did frighten her, but he excited her much more. The hot passion that the Indian girl’s rubbing had provoked in her continued while she returned the favour. Jahngir let it continue much longer than he had for Julia, with Afia’s gasps and breathy groans growing ever noisier, and her rearward thrusts onto Julia’s teasing fingers more abandoned until it was obvious she was close to climaxing. Afia gave a mew of frustration as he called a halt.

“Face me, both of you,” he instructed. “And I had better see two prettily upright buttons on those pussies or there’ll be trouble.”

They stood hip to hip. The little waves he made in the pool as he waded towards them lapped against Julia’s feminine lips, making them tickle and washing away the soapsuds. She looked down and saw her bud was indeed standing out firmly. Jahngir turned Afia with his hands on her waist and bent her forward until her breasts flattened on the stone edging around the bath. For a third time she arched her back and jutted her bottom rearwards.

“Come here next to me,” he told Julia. “You need to watch this.

It’s going to happen to you too, sooner or later.” He pointed to his erection. “Soap it.”

It felt as hard as iron when her lathered fingers closed around it, yet warm and velvety and pulsing with power. Julia felt a wriggling of renewed desire as her moving hand made soft, slippery, slapping noises on the straining flesh. Her pussy’s fluttering reached up into her belly as Jahngir sank the fingers of both hands into Afia’s firm rear-cheeks and pried them apart.

“Do you know where it’s going, girl?” the Pathan demanded.

“Yes, Master.” She remembered the night she had lain in her sleeping cubicle and watched Saba offer him her rear. With a hiss and a moan, Afia relaxed her little pucker and Julia saw it flex abruptly.

“Then you know where to place it.”

“Yes, Master,” Julia said, a tremor in her voice. Her hand trembled too, and she felt the resilience in his up-curved shaft as she angled it downwards and held its broadness against Afia’s soap-slathered entrance.

“Now watch closely,” he said.

Julia could not have dragged her eyes away if she had wanted to.

With her own behind nipping tight, she saw the Indian girl’s expand under the pressure. It must be nearly as big as her fist, she thought, heart racing as Afia’s little ring of muscle stretched alarmingly and Jahngir eased himself slowly inside. She had to snatch her hand away to avoid it being trapped between their bodies as the Pathan gave a swift lunge of his hips and buried himself to the hilt. Afia wriggled and gave a breathy moan.

“See how easily it went in, girl?” Jahngir asked. “Is it hurting, Afia?”

“No, my lord. It feels good,” she replied between rapid, shallow breaths.

“You don’t need to fear it, you see,” he told Julia. “You don’t need to worry that it will hurt you, not even the first time. Just relax and let it happen and it doesn’t have to be painful at all. Remember that and you’ll enjoy it. You like it, don’t you, Afia?”

“Oh, yes!” Afia said, wiggling her bottom. “Ugh! Ooh!” The sounds escaped her as he drew back until Julia could once more see how wide-stretched the girl was by the impaling member, and then he thrust his hips forward again. He gripped Afia’s waist, taking her with long, quick thrusts that she was soon enthusiastically pushing backwards to meet.

Julia could not help but try to imagine how it must be feeling. It looked rather rough, and she had thought that something so big filling her would at least hurt a little, but Afia’s gasps and sighs held much more of passion than of pain. However, it was only when Jahngir pulled from between her jerking buttocks and immediately thrust into her other entrance that her arousal seemed to fully overtake her. She grew louder and her hips’ boisterous backward movements more unruly as the Pathan took her hard and fast.