[ebook] Kate and Julia by Lindsey Brooks [Book 1 & 2] [slave, training, noncon]

Kate and Julia
Lindsey Brooks

India 1930.
Kate and Julia are young and inexperienced, and accompanying recently widowed Mrs Penelope Winter through India. Returning to their rooms late one night, they are kidnapped and find they are to be trained and sold as slave-concubines. Horrified, terrified and scandalised that this could be happening to them, they soon discover that being British makes no difference to the way they are treated. For each of them it is a journey of self-discovery, although they take to their new situation in very different ways. Mrs Winter, meanwhile, is armed and in search of them, and finding out for herself that a woman alone and without much money in India may have to satisfy the desires of those she meets in order to elicit the assistance she needs.

Imprisoned far from each other in the remote mountains of India, both Kate and Julia are suffering the pain and indignity of being trained as slave-concubines. Julia is horrified as much by her body&s arousal as by the treatment she receives from Jahngir Khan, and more so by the arousal she experiences when one of Jahngir&s concubines is instructed to pleasure her.
Kate&s position is somewhat worse, as she suffers punishment from Ross for trying to escape and threatening him with a gun. Worse still, bound and left alone by Ross as part of her punishment, the sadistic Jefferson finds her and decides to administer a severe flogging.
Meanwhile, Penelope Winter is still in search of the two girls, and forced into acts of ever-increasing depravity by the officials she goes to for help, British and Indian alike.

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Chapter 5

Her fatigue instantly forgotten, Julia was as tense as a coiled spring. In the long silence she could hear the loud, rapid thump of her heart. The scent of the arousal the knotted rope had provoked drifted into her nostrils and set them aquiver. Despite the fear churning her belly, her pussy quivered too.
Jahngir sank to one knee and she jumped. “Easy, little murgah.
Your chastisement is over. You can rest soon, but first you must show me what it has taught you. Spread your legs.”
What would he do if she refused, Julia wondered, but really it was a relief to stop pressing the bunched muscles of her thighs so hard together.
“Are you virgin?” he asked.
Eyes widening, she nodded, then flinched as he reached out.
“Keep still. I would know for myself.”
Steeling herself, she shuddered as he touched what no one but she had ever touched before. She gave a mew of mingled terror and surprise as his finger gently stroked the slit between the fleshy crescents of her labia, tickling the soft curls that framed them and the startlingly sensitive skin they only partly concealed.
“Oh no,” she groaned despairingly, but dared not fight him as his fingertip slipped into the warm dampness of her pussy. He was bound to think that she had lied. Julia struggled hard not to squirm as his finger sank deeper.
“You are not intact,” he said, “but I think you have told the truth.
You have not yet known a man. Perhaps though, you are not completely innocent of the knowledge of how to pleasure yourself?”
“I… I would never,” Julia protested, alarmed that he had guessed her guilty secret.
“Never?” His finger slid from inside her and he held it up. It was shiny with moisture. “I think you exaggerate a little.” There was a rattle of chains as he reached above her head.
“No more, please,” she begged at the sight of the manacles fixed by a short chain to the wall where it joined her sleeping platform. He meant to shackle her before he abused her. At least, a tiny voice said in her head, she could not be blamed for failing to resist if she was helpless.
Her sheath tingled damply and made her feel ashamed again.
“I understand you don&t like being confined,” Jahngir said, “but this time I am not chastising you. It is to ensure you cannot pleasure yourself. Only your master can permit that.”
While her fear battled with her embarrassment, he closed the manacles around Julia&s wrists and locked them with a key. They were thin, steel rings very similar to handcuffs. She shuddered, and automatically pulled on them until the chain to which they were attached went taut. She could move her hands no lower than the stiff peaks on her breasts.
Jahngir patted her belly above the honey-blonde hair that crowned her love-mound. “Rest, beautiful little murgah. You have had a tiring day. The first of many to come. You must be taught to perform the duties of a slave girl and you have only a short time to learn. Tomorrow we have an early start.”
He stood up, and Julia looked away from the arrogant jut of his erect penis. When she looked back, he was gone. Her relief that he had not violated her turned to a pang of regret. At least his presence had spared her from dwelling on her fears. Now they crowded in upon her, heightening her dread. She did not want to be a slave girl. Yet she was trapped, a prisoner in an alien land with little hope of rescue. After all, what could Mrs. Winter do to save her, even with the aid of the authorities? No one even knew her whereabouts, or those of poor Kate, ensnared in the clutches of their cruel countryman, Jefferson. Julia shuddered at the memory of the cane cracking wickedly down onto Kate&s buttocks. They were both alone and utterly defenceless, entirely at the mercy of their captors. And there was nothing whatever they could do about it.
Belly leaping, Julia turned onto her side, drawing her knees up, and the chain jerked the shackles around her wrists at the same moment a tremor teased her pussy. There was nothing she could do about that either with the use of her hands denied to her. It was just as well. She had thought more about sexual pleasure on this single day than she had in the previous three months. It was not such a big surprise considering the sort of day it had been – like nothing she could ever have imagined even in her worst nightmares. Julia yawned. It had been very tiring. Her eyelids drooped.
Her sleep was restless and filled with dreams of brown-skinned buttocks and breasts, and red, glossy lips closing over and over again around a great, upright, swollen cock.
*
“When Macdonald mentioned you bringing Rolls-Royces up here I should have realized he meant armoured cars,” Penny said lightly as Tony Wetherell tapped the end of his swagger-cane on the door of the British Residency. “It wasn&t quite the luxury ride I expected.”
Set-faced, he did not reply or even look in her direction. He had been cool and distant since the moment he had opened the back door of his car for her, then gone and sat in front next to his driver. Penny had not known what to expect from Wetherell after nearly five years, but she had thought his anger towards her would have waned.
He was as attractive as she remembered, she thought, and an image of him coming towards her across a bedroom with his hard cock slapping against his belly filled her mind. She thrust it away. That had been years ago and she did not want to remember it now. Sex had been almost constantly in her thoughts since her humiliating encounter with Macdonald. She had gone without for a long time, Penny told herself.
That must explain the extremity of her reaction, but the aftermath had been a greater surprise. Though she ought to have been concentrating on getting her girls back, after leaving Macdonald she had spent half the day in a state of acute sexual arousal. With a sudden surge of mischievous bravado, she had even had Subaidah shave her pussy entirely, only to find she could not resist slipping her fingers into it the moment she was alone.
A thrill ran through her at the recollection, just as the door opened.
To Penny&s intense annoyance, the servant who answered it informed her that Courtney Sahib was up-country and not expected back for two days.
“Your room awaits, Sahib,” he told Wetherell, “but one will need to be prepared for the mem-sahib.”
“See to it then,” Penny ordered. “I may be here several days, even after Mr. Courtney deigns to put in an appearance. He would have to go gallivanting around the countryside when I need him.”
“We&ll have a drink,” Wetherell said, dismissing the servant and leading the way to a large drawing room filled with a contrasting mixture of Indian and European furniture. They were the first half-civil words he had spoken to Penny since they had renewed their acquaintance. As she sat down, she realized she had automatically drawn her skirt a little higher than necessary and crossed her right leg over her left, exposing it to the knee. Self-consciously, she pulled the hem lower, lit a cigarette and thanked him as he handed her a tall gin and tonic. Wetherell sat on a big, hide sofa facing her and took a long swallow from his glass before setting it on the low table to his right. Still he did not look at her. Penny realized he had not even asked about her reasons for coming to Jargahal.
“Thank you for bringing me, Tony,” she said tentatively, “And for keeping me safe on the way.”
“I owed Macdonald a favour,” he said curtly.
She drew on her cigarette and tried again. “I thought you might have written to me after Tom died.”
“To say what?”
Her eyebrows lifted at his abrupt tone. “To say you were sorry to hear of it, at least.”
“Of course I was. Were you?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
At last he turned his face to hers. When she saw his expression, Penny wished he had not.
“Did you ever care what happened to him? Did you ever really give a damn while you were fucking one of his fellow officers and he was out in the hills risking his neck?”
Penny felt a blush on her cheeks, and indignation rose in her breast.
“I always cared about Tom, even after he resigned his commission and began doing all those irresponsible things. I cared right up to the end.”
“Then how is it you weren&t with him when it happened?”
Wetherell demanded.
The question and its implication were a shock. “Because it was the middle of the night. He used to get up without me knowing and just drive off. He was away for hours at a time. I knew he was being reckless. I pleaded with him, but there was nothing I could do to stop him.”
“Any more than you tried to stop him giving up his military career,” Wetherell accused. “You couldn&t wait to get back to the bright lights of London society, could you?”
“No, it wasn&t like that,” Penny protested. “It was Tom who chose to finish with the army. I never tried to persuade him.”
“But I&ll bet you weren&t disappointed. You didn&t exactly stand by him through the court martial.”
The words were like a blow to Penny&s gut. She swallowed, intensely embarrassed. “That was…. It... it was getting too much for my nerves. I just needed an escape for a while.”
“So not content with betraying him yourself, you had to get me to betray him too,” Wetherell said bitterly.
So that was it, Penny realized with a flush of anger. “Don&t try to pass your guilt off onto me, Tony,” she said hotly. “As I recall, you didn&t need much encouragement. You had been pursuing me for weeks before the trial even came up.”
“And you hadn&t been flaunting yourself in front of me, I suppose?” he countered with equal anger. “One of Tom&s friends for a lover wasn&t enough. You had to involve me in your sordid games too.”
“Sordid? I don&t remember you describing it that way at the time,”
Penny shot back. “And it was over between George and I long before he and Tom went on that patrol. Besides, Tom never knew anything about it.”
“That&s a lie,” Wetherell said, leaning forward in his seat.
“Everyone knew what had happened the minute they came back. Tom deliberately didn&t advance to support him. He thought the Afghans would do for the man who had been fucking his wife and save him the trouble.”
“No,” Penny cried, horrified. “How can you believe such a thing about Tom? It wasn&t like that at all.”
“Really? Then how was it, Penny? Tell me.”
She lowered her eyes. She could not reveal the truth. One disgraced officer in the regiment&s recent past was more than enough, and Tom would never have wanted his best friend to know what had really happened. She took out another cigarette.
“Now you&re going to calmly sit there and smoke and forget we ever had this conversation.” Wetherell leapt up and slapped the cigarette from her hand. “No you won&t. I&ll make bloody sure of that. You were a spoiled brat then and you&re still a brat now. You know what happens to brats, Penny?” He grabbed her wrist and yanked her up and over his knee.
“Tony, for heaven&s sake,” Penny cried, struggling to get to her feet. A strong hand on her back forced her down again.
“They get spanked,” Wetherell snarled, and smacked his hand hard onto Penny&s upturned bottom.
“Ow! What the hell do you think you&re…?” Her words ended in a cry as another stinging slap landed on her jiggling backside. “No, Tony,” Penny gasped out between one resounding crack of his palm and the next. “You can&t – Ow! – do this – Ow! – to me. You can&t – Ooh! – hit me like this.”
“You&re right, you should get it bare-arsed.” His hand hooked in the waistband of her skirt and she heard its fastenings rip as he dragged it and her panties down past her knees.
“Noo! Stop it!” She writhed at the sudden awful sting of his big hand impacting on her bare buttocks. The weight of his other hand pressed down hard, demanding and insistent. A tremor tickled her pussy.
“Oh, lord, no!” Penny cried in disbelief, and another fierce smack stung her wriggling rear cheeks. She bucked and felt the bare skin of her newly shaven mound rub over the rough cloth of Wetherell&s trousers where they covered his well-muscled thighs. Quivers ran up and down her sheath. “Oh, no!” She squirmed and gasped as his broad palm scorched her bottom until its bouncing cheeks were blazing like fire.
“Please, Tony, no more. Ooh! Ow!”
“Yes, Penny, much, much more,” he rasped through gritted teeth.
He continued striking with barely a pause between one loud, fiery slap and the next. Nor was he sparing himself, Penny knew, as she grimaced and squirmed under each searing blow of his calloused palm and felt the awful burning sinking deeper into her defenceless flesh. How could he treat her so cruelly and disrespectfully? A prickling shiver of excitement teased her pussy. And how the hell could she be getting aroused by it?
Desperate, Penny began to plead in earnest. She may as well have thanked him for every wicked strike for all the notice he took. He just kept dealing her smack after smack until the fiery blaze in her buttocks became a furnace heat that all her frantic thrashing and writhing could not escape. And to her profound humiliation it was not the only heat she was feeling.
At last the scorching impact of his palm stopped and Wetherell leaned back, breathing hard. The domineering pressure of his hand on her back vanished. As breathless as he, Penny remained bent over his lap. Incredible ripples of desire were pulsing through her, and she could feel her hot juices bathing her pussy-lips and smell the ripeness of her woman-scent.
Wetherell must have smelled it too. He gave her a hard push that tumbled her to the floor. “You dirty bitch. You&re getting excited.”
Penny quickly moved her weight from her blazing bottom to her knees. “No, Tony, it&s not what you think. It&s just… just been a long time since I….” Despite the fire of the spanking, her madly twitching pussy drove her on. She laid her hands on his thighs and lifted her eyes to his. Her head spun as if she was intoxicated. His legs parted abruptly and stretched out at either side of her.
“Ooh! Ow!” Her cries were half-pain, half-pleasure as his boot heels sank into her spanked buttocks and forced her closer. The pressure of his thighs on her waist made Penny shiver with anticipation as he gripped her with his legs and crossed his ankles behind her. His brown eyes shone as they stared into hers.
Penny pouted. “Yes, Tony, yes,” she breathed, pussy twitching.
His lip curled. “You slut.” His legs tightened around her as she drew back from his fury. “Brats get spanked, Penny. Dirty, slutty little brats like you suck cocks as well.” He fumbled with his trouser buttons as she stared in shock. His thick, taut-skinned cock was suddenly aimed at her, and her belly gave a flip of mingled fear and excitement. “Get your blouse off,” Wetherell barked.
Heart racing, she freed the buttons, dragged it from her shoulders and, without being told, pulled her short camisole over her head.
Suddenly eager, Penny arched her back, lifting her breasts, their nipples hard, pulsing points. Stinging pain exploded in her left teat. Wetherell had slapped down hard on the jutting mound.
“Ooh, don&t, Tony! Please.”
He smacked her right teat even more fiercely, and she clutched her arms to her chest as she cried out.
“Doesn&t that excite you too?” he demanded and dragged her hands away. Grabbing the heavy mounds, he squeezed and stretched them, and pinched her erect nipples until Penny was whimpering with pain and there were fresh tears in her eyes. Yet still her sex was quivering hungrily and glowing with wet heat. His hand on the back of her neck pulled her face closer to his straining penis. “Open your mouth, you slutty bitch.”
He was treating her like dirt, Penny thought with a shiver of humiliation, like a whore, like the filthy slut he had called her. Her pussy wriggled madly. She parted her lips, and his hot, hard flesh slid into the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Ugh! Mmm! Oosh!” The tickle of a minor orgasm thrilled through her, contracting her belly and anus as Wetherell pushed his thick meat all the way to the back of her throat. Penny tried to pull back, and felt his grip on the back of her neck tighten. His hips thrust forward and his broad cock-head filled her throat again. Eyes widening, she felt a moment of panic in his unyielding grasp before the cock slid backwards and she could suck in a shallow breath.
For a minute or so he made her rub her tongue over the tip of his shaft and suck on the fat plum-head, while his breathing quickened and he gave occasional jerks of his hips. God, it felt good, but how much better it would be buried in her tingling sheath. A deeper thrust hit her throat and Penny had to suppress the need to gag. She looked at him with a silent plea. He stared back with eyes slitted and glittering with lust.
Penny tightened her lips around his cock and pressed her tongue firmly to its underside.
“You fucking bitch,” he swore suddenly, rising to his feet. The movement pushed the cock deep, forcing her head back and making her splutter as she fought the urge to cough. His hands clasped her head.
“Umpf!” Again the fat cock-head bumped the back of her throat.
Wetherell lunged again. Careless of her discomfort or her feelings, he thrust hard and fast between her stretched lips, using Penny&s mouth as if it was her sex. Half-choking, she knelt helplessly in his grip, awed by his strength, frightened by his anger, overwhelmed by the violence of his plunging cock.
He gave a sudden grunt and his hips jerked even more vigorously.
Penny felt the sudden spewing of his hot, sticky spunk flooding her throat. Fighting to breathe, she gulped and nearly vomited as half of the slimy stuff slid down her gullet almost before she realized it. He held her head tightly, still thrusting in and out and spurting semen into her mouth.
Even as her stomach heaved her sex quivered and contracted.
The thrusts slowed then stilled. Too stunned to do anything but keep her lips clamped around his thick shaft, Penny obeyed the pressure of Wetherell&s hands and tilted her head up. He looked down at her, his bright eyes still full of anger, pulled his cock free and slapped the hard baton across both her cheeks. A dribble of semen overflowed her lower lip. His hand under her chin forced her head back further.
“Do you want a fucking, Penny?” Wetherell smacked her face with his cock again. “I know you do.”
Penny shivered as her pussy twitched greedily.
“You were never very keen on swallowing come, were you? But that&s what little sluts do, and you are a proper little slut. So swallow it all.”
With a stab of shame at her abject surrender, she forced the salty fluid that had pooled around her tongue down to her protesting stomach.
Even with Tom she had drawn the line at swallowing. It was just too degrading. Tremors teased her sex.
“What do you want, you dirty slut?” Wetherell demanded.
“I….” It was hard to say the word she had schooled herself never to use. “I want… fucking.”
He grinned wickedly. “Not a chance, you cow.” His hand stung her cheek with enough force to set her ears ringing and send her sprawling across the floor. Penny lay there, breathing hard, angry and ashamed. All she need have done to end his cruel abuse was bite down hard on his cock. So why had she not done it? She heard the door open and looked up. He was gone.
“Don&t bother making up a room for the mem-sahib,” Penny heard him say to the servant. “She can have mine. Tell Courtney Sahib that I&m staying at the barracks with my men.”
“Bastard,” Penny muttered, breaking her no bad-language rule again. She struggled to her knees. Her bottom was smarting fiercely, her breasts hurt and her throat was sore, but it was the urgent, fiery heat in her pussy that obsessed her. Still with her skirt and panties around her knees she crawled onto the hide sofa and lay belly down on its tacky leather surface. Her nipples pulsed as she pressed her breasts into it and slid both hands beneath her, one to the swollen nub of her clitoris and the other to the slick wetness bathing her pussy-lips. Panting, she thrust her fingers inside.
“Oh, thank god!” she groaned as she rubbed her madly quivering sex. Moaning and gasping, she worked her slender fingers over the tender, tingling membranes and her hard bud, revelling in the delicious friction. Her sheath wriggled and clenched and her hips jerked uncontrollably as the sudden wrenching spasms of orgasm made her head spin. Toes curling in delight, Penny sighed and shivered through a stunning climax, and slumped breathless onto the leather cushions beneath her.
Gradually her pounding heart steadied. She was hot and sweaty, and her bottom felt as if it was on fire, but the ferocious urgency of her desire was satisfied. She could think clearly again. At once she remembered the girls. Brushing her light brown hair from her face with damp fingers that smelled of sex, she opened her eyes. A brown, bearded face looked down at her over the back of the sofa.
With a squeak of absolute horror, Penny leapt to her feet, dragged her skirt and panties up and grabbed her blouse and camisole. Heedless of her bare, bouncing breasts she dashed past Courtney&s servant in utter humiliation and rushed upstairs to find the sanctuary of her room.
*
“Ooh, it&s burning me!” Julia whined. The brown-skinned hands gripping her wrists and calves tightened as she wriggled.
“Only for a moment,” Afia told her in her almost perfect English.
“It won&t harm you. We know. We have felt it too.”
The sensation of heat the white paste she had smeared between Julia&s legs was causing was not the only reason for the blonde girl&s alarm. Being in the grasp of four naked native girls who held her firmly down on the stone bench beside the pool was also making her stomach flutter with fear. But most of all, it was because she knew everything that was done to her as a helpless prisoner in Jahngir Khan&s zenana was to prepare her to be sold as a slave.
Afia poured a bowl of water over Julia&s sex. The white paste foamed and bubbled as it was washed away. Julia stared in shock. All her pubic hair had washed away with it. Her mound and labia were smooth and bald.
The girls released her and, naked though they were, went out into the garden. Afia remained.
“Bathe now,” she said.
Julia followed her into the bath and took the sponge the girl handed to her. She dunked it into the water and rubbed at the irritation between her thighs, but stopped immediately when she realized the prickling there was not solely the result of the caustic paste used to depilate her.
“That is not the way,” Afia said. “Here we bathe each other.” She took Julia&s arm and drew her to where the water barely lapped the cheeks of her bottom, and then began to gently rub her skin with a sponge of her own. The English girl shied from it at first, but the unfamiliar feeling of being bathed by someone else was not unpleasant, even when Afia moved from her back to her front and began rubbing her shoulders and breasts.
“You must do me too,” she said, and Julia reluctantly sponged her brown-skinned body in return. Even when she was at school she had never been so close to a naked girl before, let alone touched one.
Nevertheless, it felt much safer than when she had been forced to share the bath with Jahngir Khan the previous day.
“You are very beautiful,” Afia said, rubbing in circles on Julia&s left breast.
“S… so are you,” she replied, astonished that the girl would compare her to her own darkly exotic loveliness.
“Our lord is careful in his choice of concubines,” Afia told her.
“You must please him greatly for him to have chosen you.”
“C… concubines? Oh, no!”
“Is it not the right word?” the native girl asked. “I thought that was how my lord taught it to me.”
“It&s the right word,” Julia said with an odd sensation in her belly.
“It&s just I….” She had never dreamed it would one day be applied to her. “I&m not his c… concubine. They… they&re going to sell me.”
Tears filled her eyes.
Afia gave her a sympathetic look and transferred her sponge to Julia&s right breast. The English girl had forgotten all about bathing.
“That is unfortunate,” Afia said. “It is not a pleasant thing to be pawed and stared at by strangers and then stood up to be sold. I was lucky to be bought by my lord.”
“It happened to you?” Julia asked, surprised.
“To all of us here. I hope you have the luck to find a master as good as mine.”
That was not the kind of luck Julia wanted. “You think he&s a good m… master?” She remembered the girl was a half-civilised native and could know no better than to think there was nothing wrong with a man buying a woman.
Afia shrugged, making her pale-brown breasts, almost equal in size to Julia&s, jiggle. “He can be stern.” She glanced towards the entrance.
“He is moody sometimes and not always easy to predict, but he is kind too.” She pointed at the grass and trees outside. “He had the soil brought up from the valley to make us our beautiful garden.”
Julia asked the question that mattered most. “Does… does he beat you? With those canes on the wall?”
“Never with those,” Afia assured her. “He has switched me a few times when I annoyed him, but that is not a lot in six years.”
“Six? You have been imprisoned here for so long?”
The girl laughed. “I live here. It is my home, not a prison. Do you think we are shut up and never allowed outside?”
That was exactly what Julia had thought.
“And you make me sound so old,” Afia said. “I am only twenty-three.”
Julia swallowed hard. She would go mad if she was locked away in such a place for years, and she had no greater desire to be switched than she had to be caned.
“What about what happened to Helai last night?” she asked. “She was not beaten but she was certainly punished.”
Afia shrugged. “Our lord has his ways. He will have order in his zenana. He has the right to discipline us as he sees fit and to do as he pleases in his own home. Helai was wrong to object that he has brought a barbarian amongst us.”
“A barbarian?” Julia suddenly realized the girl was talking about her. They thought she was the uncivilised one.
With a toss of her long, black hair, Afia laid her sponge aside.
“Come.” She led the way to the rear of the bathhouse with the English girl trailing hesitantly after her. Three long slabs of polished pink marble stood there, set at equal distances apart and lit by several small windows high in the wall.
Afia had Julia climb onto one of them and lie on her back. She fetched a bottle and poured oil from it into her cupped hand. Julia smelled the aroma of sandalwood and shivered nervously as the native girl laid an oily hand on the upper curves of her breasts and began smoothing it over her skin.
“It is our duty to always be beautiful and attractive for our lord,”
Afia said, “as you must be for yours. Your skin must be soft and supple.
Your hair must shine like silk.” She eyed Julia&s blonde locks. “I have never seen such hair. It is too short, but time will take care of that. I never knew it could be such a colour.”
“It isn&t anything special where I come from,” Julia said. For all Afia was a virtual stranger, she was finding it a lot easier to talk to the girl than she had expected. “The others kept touching it this morning.
They used a word of your language.”
“Not mine,” Afia said with a smile. “I am from Lahore. I was sold by my parents so my brother could go to school. But I have learned Pashto as well as English. That is the tongue of the Pathans. You must learn it too. The girls said tsir - yellow. They were describing your hair, though I think sre zer describes it better. That means golden.”
Julia gasped suddenly. Afia had stopped rubbing her shoulders and transferred her touch to the swell of her right breast. What had been a pleasant sensation changed instantly to a nerve-racking one. The girl seemed unconcerned, however, and Julia did not want to anger her by protesting. She had another question.
“Please,” she said tentatively, “how do you say slave?” Her belly flipped as she spoke the awful word.
“Mrayay,” Afia replied, kneading Julia&s firm-fleshed teat with her oily fingers and making her gasp again.
It really felt so strange and unreal to be lying naked with another girl running her hands all over her body. The word Afia had told her was not the one she had expected. Whatever Jahngir Khan kept calling her, it was not ‘slave&.
“Now you know three words of Pashto. Learn what you can while you are here. Your new lord may not speak any English,” Afia advised, transferring her massage to Julia&s left breast.
Dread and fear rose up again as the full horror of her situation struck the white girl. She looked at the slim, brown fingers gently squeezing her teat and saw something equally horrifying. Both her nipples had stiffened to hard points. Afia&s hands slid down to her belly, then all the way to the plump mound above her sex. Julia caught her breath as the native girl smoothed a palm over the sensitive skin. It was pink from the effects of the depilatory that had removed the fleece that should have concealed it.
“Oh!” She flinched from the touch of Afia&s fingers rubbing her outer labia and the fleshy bump at their apex.
“Relax,” the girl said with a laugh. “It is only to soothe your skin.
I would not try to pleasure you without my lord&s permission.”
Julia was too shocked by what her words implied to do anything but stare at the hand massaging her sex. Surely she could not mean that girls actually... She cut off the thought before it could go any further, clenching her fists as a wriggle ran through her lower belly. It did feel quite pleasant, though. While one of Afia&s hands eased the slight sting around her sex the other was slithering up and down her stomach as far as the lower curves of her breasts. The regular rubbing relaxed her. A warm, soporific sensation crept into her head, joining with a different kind of warmth that had begun growing at the entrance to her sex. She heard herself sigh.
Eyes Julia was not even aware she had closed snapped open as she recognised the fluttering feeling teasing her pussy. How could she possibly be experiencing any such thing when she was a prisoner and in imminent danger of becoming a slave? She must distract herself from her shameful excitement.
“What does murgah mean?” she asked breathlessly.
“It means bird,” Jahngir Khan&s voice answered from somewhere behind the native girl. Her body had hidden his approach. His handsome, bearded face suddenly loomed above Julia. “You have fluttered like a trapped dove since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She leapt up and fled to the rear wall of the bathhouse, pressing her back to its cool stones and covering her breasts and sex with her hands.
Jahngir remained by the marble bench, looking very displeased.
“Come here,” he barked. “Come here now.”
Looking desperately around for a means of escape that was not there, Julia did not move.
“Come, there is nowhere you can run,” the Pathan said more gently.
He was right. She stared at him, certain that he wore nothing under his robe of dark blue silk. Covering herself as best she could, she walked back to the table.
“I have told you there is no place for your English modesty in the zenana, little murgah,” he said and pulled Afia closer. “Watch.”
His hand closed over one of the girl&s out-thrust breasts, exploring the firm flesh, first pinching the pale brown of its nipple, then rubbing it with the ball of his thumb. Afia stood perfectly still, her arms at her sides and a smile on her lovely face. Very quickly her nipple hardened under the attention Jahngir was giving it. He did the same to her other breast until the point at its peak was also stiffly erect, then abruptly turned the native girl around. She bent forward and rested her hands on one of the marble tabletops. The pressure of his hand spread her thighs, exposing the dark slit bisecting the swelling crescents of her outer pussy-lips and the crinkled, pinky-brown edges of the inner ones peeping from between them.
Horribly embarrassed for Afia as well as herself, Julia dared not provoke the man further by looking away as he closed his hands over the taut rounds of the girl&s bottom, sank his fingers deep into their flesh and drew them apart. Afia gave a shiver, and to Julia&s complete surprise the little brown knot of the native girl&s anus seemed to wink at her.
Jahngir&s touch slid lower until he could reach a forefinger to the pout of her sex.
Julia caught her breath. The Pathan separated Afia&s outer-labia, revealing the bright pink interior of her pussy, a startling contrast to the brown-skinned lips on either side. Why did Afia not object? Why did she simply stand there, pushing out her wonderfully curved rear and allow him to degrade her? The answer came with a gut-wrenching jolt of fear. Because she was a slave.
“Oh, no!” Julia cried. Jahngir had pushed his right middle finger into poor Afia&s sex. The girl gave a soft hiss and wiggled her bottom.
Julia&s belly flipped and her sex went tight. This was awful, she thought, her breathing fast and shallow as she watched wide-eyed while Jahngir slid a second finger into Afia&s pussy. The girl&s hips jerked and she thrust them rearward, moaning as she took the man&s big digits to the knuckle. She was not humiliated or ashamed, Julia realized. She was enjoying it! Her own pussy quivered.
Julia tore her eyes away from the sight of the Pathan&s penetrating fingers and the gleaming moisture oozing from Afia&s sex as the native girl gasped and groaned and pushed herself onto them. Jahngir pulled them free eventually, and a pat to her perfect bottom brought her upright.
She turned and faced Julia. Her eyes were bright and there was a look of mixed desire and disappointment on her exotic features.
The Pathan was smiling as he looked directly into Julia&s staring eyes. “Now it&s your turn.”

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Chapter 5

Ross had unlocked the cage and lowered the bars while Kate was still wrestling with the alarming consequences of her impulsive decision.
But it might be her only chance to show him that she was in earnest.
“Well?” He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.
Hardly noticing the smart of her bottom in her new anxiety, Kate crawled out, stood unsteadily, and went slowly to the door. Opening it, she clung to its handle for long seconds before, with a deep breath and a glance back at Ross, she crossed the threshold.
“Wait,” he said.
Thank god, Kate thought with a flood of relief. She turned, filled with gratitude that he was not going to make her go through with her rash promise.
“What are you going to tell him?”
Kate&s belly flipped as her heart sank. It was not a reprieve at all.
She struggled to think straight. “That… that you sent me, Sir.”
“And?”
“To… to please t…take me.”
Ross nodded. “Good enough. Off you go.”
Certain now that she meant nothing to him, Kate turned dejectedly to the open door. A hand grabbed her wrist, pulled her up short and yanked her back into the room. The door slammed shut and two strong arms enfolded her and pulled her against a muscular chest.
“Oh, you beast! I really thought you meant it.”
Ross laughed. “Maybe I did. In a few days I might give you to Jefferson. But not tonight. Not your first time. I happen to know he&s putting his latest acquisition through her paces right now. Besides, you need some kissing practice.” He scooped her up, carried her to his bed and dropped her on the mattress. Kate tried to roll off her bottom but his weight coming down on her prevented it, and his lips on hers and his hand cupping her breast made her stop caring about her burning buttocks.
The curl of fear in her belly had become one of pure excitement and moist, tingling warmth suffused her as she moved her mouth greedily on his. Her skin felt as if it was on fire and her blood was singing in her veins. She clasped Ross tightly and pressed harder against him.
“Gently girl,” he said against her mouth. “We&ve got all night. No need to rush.”
Yearning to feel more fully the hard flesh against which she was rubbing herself, Kate thought there was every need. Yet, at the same time, she did not want the wonderful sensations running through her to stop. Twice the ex-soldier&s teasing fingers, nibbling lips and flickering tongue brought her to the brink, only to draw back at the last moment and leave her groaning and begging for fulfilment. At last he gave in and positioned himself between her eagerly parted thighs. Kate&s breath felt trapped in her lungs and her heart ready to burst as his cock nudged aside her dew-bathed nether-lips.
“Ooh, it&s nice,” she panted as the rigid shaft glided slowly over the quivering walls of her sheath. “Ooh, it&s lovely!”
Ross thrust his hips forward. Their bellies met and his hardness struck sparks on the rippling membranes within her. Lightning flashed before her eyes. Stars exploded in her head. Kate bucked and writhed, spasming and squirming with ecstatic delight. Nothing she had ever felt before could have prepared her for the intensity of the sheer, unutterable pleasure that flared within her. In a heartbeat it spread to every nerve and fibre from her spinning head to her curling toes. For long seconds she hovered on the edge of consciousness while the mad sparkling clamped uncontrollably on the hard flesh filling her. It was incredible. It was wonderful.
Only when her frenetic thrashing and the wild clenching subsided did Ross begin thrusting again. Kate&s sex rippled in time with the slow back and forth rhythm. Gradually he increased the tempo, swinging his hips more rapidly until he was lunging harder and faster and panting as much as she was, their joined bodies slick with their mingling sweat and the air thick with an arousing aroma. Kate climaxed twice more before Ross gave a throaty growl and ground his belly against hers as his own fulfilment overtook him. His marvellous, furious thrusting triggered another breathtaking rush of delight that set her bucking and writhing in unfettered passion once again. As she shivered ecstatically, his mouth closed over hers in a long kiss and completed Kate&s feeling of total euphoria.
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.
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.
As Julia watched their unbridled coupling, she felt the pangs of jealousy that had pained her heart only once before. Why did he take Afia so avidly yet deny the same pleasure to her? What had she said or done, or not done, to make him refuse her fulfilment that day they had lain on the steps of the bath? Afia bucked wildly and gave a high-pitched cry of delighted abandon. Seconds later, Jahngir jerked frantically, crushing his belly to her buttocks as he revealed his own pleasure with a long, guttural growl. Hot and quivering and with the scent of excited womanhood filling the air around her, Julia felt only the frustration of her own unsatisfied desires, made worse when Jahngir raised Afia upright and kissed her lips.
“That was lovely, my lord,” she panted softly.
“Go and dress,” he told her, and grabbed Julia&s wrist. “I&m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling her to the stone bench where he had flung his robe.
Afia looked back from the entrance, and Julia saw her anxiety as their eyes met briefly before the girl disappeared. Jahngir sat on the bench and pushed her to her knees.
“This is something else you&ll do in future. Your master may take more than one girl at a time. You&ve seen what I&ve just done. Let&s see if you&ve properly learned obedience yet.” He pointed to his groin, leaned back on the bench and arched an eyebrow at her.
She must not hesitate, Julia told herself, and reached for his slack manhood. It was shiny and sticky on her fingers as she lifted it and bowed her head to her task. She licked it first. It tasted of mingled moistness and also, disconcertingly, of soap, but she refused to be put off.
Neither was she deterred by the knowledge of where it had been only moments ago. She still desperately wanted it to fill her and so she used all the skills she had learned to bring it back to life. Shortly, she sat back with a satisfying feeling of accomplishment as it reared arrogantly upright once more. Julia looked hopefully at Jahngir&s brooding face. His expression remained stony but he gave a grudging nod.
“Good. Finally you seem ready to obey in the way a slave girl should.”
“I am ready, Master,” she said, not only pleased but also emboldened by his words. She cupped the undersides of her breasts with her hands, lifting them to offer the hard cones of her nipples to him. He did not reach for them, but Julia saw a glitter in his eyes and the tip of his tongue slide over his lower lip. “I am ready,” she repeated, spreading her thighs and leaning back to expose the full length of the lips between them and the firmness of her feminine bud at their apex. “I am willing too, Master. See?” Heart swelling with hope and longing and love, she let go of her breasts and ran a hand down her belly. Still smiling, though her stomach fluttered wildly, she reached her fingers to her flesh and spread them and it apart.
Jahngir was breathing faster, and Julia saw his thickness twitch as he looked at what she was displaying to him. Her eyes met his in a silent plea filled with all of her love. Still the hard planes of his face did not soften.
“What has happened to the shy English girl and her outraged modesty?” he asked.
“I have no modesty where you are concerned. I want only for you to… to….” She groped for the word Afia had used. “To honour me as you do the other girls.”
“No!” He shook his head and looked even more forbidding.
Julia felt a stab of pain through her breast at the curt refusal. She turned in a half circle and lifted her bottom. “Then use me here as you did Afia. Please, let me serve you properly like your other concubines do.”
“You are not my concubine,” Jahngir said. “You must remain unused until you are sold and securely in the possession of your new master.”
“But why must I wait?” Julia groaned, turning to face him. “I&ve guessed the truth, my lord.” A thrill ran through her at using the title. “I know who my new master will be. It&s you! It was you all along!”
The Pathan&s eyebrows rose. “Girl, you are right that I will buy you.”
Julia&s heart leapt with joy. A thin, pained-looking smile appeared on Jahngir&s lips.
“But I&m not buying you for myself. You are a gift for my brother, the Prince.”
She stared at him open-mouthed. Her joy vanished.

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