Kate and Julia: Slave Girls of the Raj

by Lindsey Brooks

  As Kate’s breathing became more rapid she rubbed her cheek on the pillow, sighed and turned her head. Ross lay on the bed next to her, naked, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling regularly as he slept. He had been awake for most of the night, probably even longer than she had.

  Kate felt a warm-hearted gratitude. He could have just shut her in the low cage on the other side of the room and left her to her suffering. She looked from his muscular arms to the greying hairs covering his broad chest, and then with increasing fascination at his upward-rearing baton.

  She was startled to discover it could be like that even while he slept.

  Intensely curious, she raised herself on her elbows and took the opportunity to study it closely for the first time. Thick, bluish veins stood out on it randomly. The skin was stretched back so tightly from the bulbous tip that Kate could scarcely believe it was not painful. Yet Ross slept peacefully on, obviously untroubled. Even when she reached out a fingertip and touched him there he did not stir. The long cock rose up a little from where it rested on his belly and then subsided again. Kate had to suppress an urge to giggle, though why she should see humour in anything when her situation was so desperate she could not imagine.

  Nor did she expect to feel the sudden, impish desire to trail her fingers slowly down the underside of Ross’s shaft all the way to its base.

  Did they all grow so big, Kate wondered, or was this one out of the ordinary? She closed her hand on the warm, rigid flesh and found her fingers only went a little more than half way around. The tingling sensation she could feel increased and she clenched on the ivory again with a delicious bubble of excitement swelling inside her.

  The penis seemed to be inviting more than just her touch. Did she dare? Kate shuffled closer, watching Ross’s face for any sign of him stirring. She tightened her grip on his hard flesh and angled it towards her. Tremors tickled between her thighs, and the ivory felt hard and exciting within her tender membranes as she raised her head, pushed her chin forward and licked tentatively. The swollen length twitched beneath her fingers. She licked it again, for longer this time, moving her tongue in circles over its resilience, watching Ross’s face for a reaction. It showed none. Running her tongue over her lips, Kate closed them over his length and drew on it gently. Still he did not react. Irked, she took it deeper into her mouth and sucked harder. She felt as much as heard his long, rumbling chuckle and his hand stroked her head.

  “Such enthusiasm. And here I thought you’d be no use for anything today.”

  Kate freed her mouth and, cringing in embarrassment though she was, turned to look at him. He was smiling and seemed pleased.

  “Don’t stop,” he said, tousling her red hair with his hand in what she interpreted as a playful gesture. “Not after you’ve made such a promising start.”

  Kate had no intention of stopping. She was quivering with excitement. The sight and feel of the hard, up-curved member glistening with her saliva was heightening the prickling arousal that had been growing since the moment she had awoken. Greedily, she turned from Ross’s smile and took up her pleasurable task once more. As she bobbed her head, her sheath rippled and moisture bathed its tingling interior.

  It seemed hardly credible that it was only yesterday she had done it for the first time. It seemed even less believable that she was the one who had initiated this new encounter. A shiver of excitement ran through her as she heard Ross’s pleasured gasp while she practised what he had taught her to do with her lips and tongue. The touch of his big, warm hand on the backs of her thighs was equally thrilling. Obedient to its pressure she slid her body closer to his, rubbing her erect nipples against his skin before turning her bottom towards him.

  A broad fingertip slid between her parted thighs and tickled the soft, sensitive tissues within her. Without ceasing her efforts Kate gave a long breathy sigh at the delicious feelings he was creating. A sudden intense resolve rose up in her breast. She was going to be obedient from now on. She was going to be the best, most obedient girl Ross had ever seen – not because she was ready to embrace her slavery but because she was determined to escape it. And he was going to help her.

  *

  “The cords are so tight, Master,” Julia said. The fear twisting her belly reached a new intensity as Jahngir knotted the last silken rope around her ankle and turned to the cupboard nearby. He did not answer.

  Julia was bent double, bottom resting on the floor while her wrists were bound above her head to the crossbar of the wooden framework the Pathan had placed before the big, carved chair at the far end of the zenana. He had not spoken to the other girls when he had returned from the bathhouse with Julia half-running to keep up with his long, impatient strides. They were both still naked.

  “It’s very uncomfortable, Master,” Julia said breathlessly. Her upraised legs were held apart by ropes at her ankles, which Jahngir had secured to two upright posts of the frame, slightly ahead and on either side of her, leaving all of her bodyweight resting on the upper curves of her buttocks and exposing the whole area between her spread legs to anything he might choose to do to it.

  Julia was very afraid. The memory of her first evening in the zenana added to her dread as she watched him take a small glass-stoppered bottle and a slim ebony phallus from the cupboard. The image of Helai sweating and suffering with the fiery oil filling her rear made Julia wriggle in her ropes.

  “Please, Master,” she whimpered as Jahngir turned to her and removed the stopper from the bottle.

  “I gave you the chance to obey me and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. We’ll see if an hour with the oil makes you less reluctant.”

  “Ooh, not an hour!” Julia clamped her lips together. She would be babbling for mercy soon. It seemed suddenly important not to. Helai had taken her punishment with a stoical calm that had impressed Julia.

  Though she had no idea why, she wanted to do the same. Taking a deep breath she fought down her growing panic. Nevertheless, she could hear the loud thud of her heart as the Pathan held the phallus upright and tilted the bottle above it. A tiny, red droplet of oil dripped to the tip of the ebony length. Jahngir began to tilt the bottle again. He looked down at her and she tried to meet his stare evenly. A fleeting smile crossed his lips and he replaced the stopper, returned the bottle to the cupboard and took out another. He knelt in front of her, holding it in his hand. Unlike the first one, the oil inside it was clear, and instead of avoiding it contacting his skin he poured it liberally over his right forefinger. Julia tensed as the finger probed between her buttocks.

  “You are virgin here too?”

  “Of course.” That he even thought he needed to ask was offensive to her.

  His dark eyes looked into hers. “You know what you must do?”

  Julia nodded grimly.

  “I will switch you if you resist,” he warned.

  “I won’t, Master.” The thought had not entered her mind. Her belly fluttered. There were beads of sweat on her brow and the fire had not even begun. How much worse than the ginger would it be, she wondered. Despite what she had said, her little muscle tightened as Jahngir’s finger probed it. Julia’s cheeks flamed in embarrassment but she forced herself to relax. She gasped as his long, thick, slippery digit pushed inside.

  “Oh! Oh!” It felt strange and alien and horribly intrusive. Before he had brought her to the zenana she had never even put her own finger in there. She squirmed with humiliation and the discomfort she had anticipated his penetration would cause. The thick finger was describing circles, rubbing against her sensitive tissues as it spread the oil over them, creating a strange sensation but one far less unpleasant than Julia had expected. She gasped again as it pushed deeper. Afia had done the same when she had soaped her but this was different in some way, though Julia was not sure how. She lowered her eyes as Jahngir’s gaze lifted to her face.

  “Look at me, or must I fetch the switch?”

  Why, even when he was degrading her and about to give her a distressi
ng punishment did she find him so attractive, she asked herself, raising her eyes again. It made no sense. In spite of everything, she could have laughed aloud at the irony - how much sense had she managed to make out of anything that had happened to her since her kidnapping?

  Still rubbing deep within her, Jahngir began to tease the tender folds and petals at the apex of her thighs with his other hand. The cords around Julia’s limbs tightened as she jerked.

  “Ooh!” Her hips wriggled as much as the ropes allowed. “Ooh, Master.” A warm tingling low in her belly joined the twitching in her behind that the constant pressure there was creating. Tickling thrills ran through her as the Pathan’s thumb grazed back and forth with increasing speed. His finger slid from her rear.

  “Ooh, no!” Julia wailed as the pressure of the phallus replaced it.

  She tried to tighten the ring of muscle, but it was slippery with oil and quivering from the stimulation of Jahngir’s touch. Longer and thicker than his finger though it was, the phallus slid easily into place. She gave a breathy grunt and tensed for the fire of the oil to begin. Instead, Julia felt only a gentle, buzzing warmth around her stretched little knot. He had spared her the torment by only adding the single droplet to the tip of the ebony length. Relief and gratitude were more powerful feelings than her humiliation at the violation of her intimate entrance, but they were rapidly overtaken by her excitement as Jahngir’s thumb continued strumming her trembling bud like a guitar string.

  Horror-stricken that the other girls could hear her, Julia could not prevent he gasps and moans and sighs of pleasure as the Pathan drove her towards her peak. Through eyes clouded with desire she saw him watching her intently as his skilful fingers manipulated her. Even the unfamiliar feeling of fullness behind and its pulsing warmth seemed to add to the tremors of delight rippling through her. Suddenly, the spasms of her fulfilment burst forth in wriggling, writhing ecstasy and drove every other thought from her spinning head.

  The last wonderful quivers were still tickling through her when she felt her right ankle untied, quickly followed by her left. Jahngir’s smooth, swift tug on the ebony slid it out as Julia eased her stiff legs to the floor.

  “I was hasty with my promise of punishment, little murgah,” he said. “Sometimes I grow ill-tempered when my mind becomes too fixed on an idea. I think perhaps you have been punished enough for now.

  You took the dildo well. Did you find it pleasant?”

  Julia blushed. “I… I’m not sure, Master,” she answered honestly.

  “It was… not as bad as I expected.”

  “You will need to become accustomed to it,” he warned. “Your Master will expect you to take him in there too eventually.”

  “Oh, I’m sure I wouldn’t like that,” she said at once, glancing at his thick length curving arrogantly upwards in front of him. What she had just experienced was very small in comparison.

  He laughed softly. “Well, I have given you pleasure once again.

  Are you ready now to do the same for me?”

  “Yes, Master.” She still felt grateful to him for sparing her the ordeal of the fiery oil, and if she was nervous it was nothing like the anxiety she had felt earlier. And this time her arms were tightly bound.

  Jahngir’s big member loomed before her. He angled it downwards with a hand and stepped closer. It seemed as if Julia could feel the power pulsing through it the moment she let it slide between her lips. She shuddered, not in disgust at the feel of the hard, warm flesh filling her mouth but from the wriggles of excitement it sent tickling through her.

  Three times already today she had experienced her climax and it was barely noon. Oh, mother, she thought, how could you have been so wrong? She clamped her lips down and sucked.

  “Not so hard,” Jahngir said. “Go softly to begin with. Let the pleasure build slowly, as you would wish for yourself. Then it will be more satisfying for your master. Remember what you have seen the others do and try to do the same.”

  It was hard to focus on his instructions when something so much more physical was demanding all of her attention. Julia discovered it was only possible to breathe through her nose when her mouth was so full, and that Jahngir made no complaint if she let him slide out occasionally so she could inhale more deeply, providing she took him back in immediately. It would have been easier with her hands free to hold it, she thought, and, with a pang of shame, exciting to feel its strength throbbing beneath her fingers. But then she would have had the voice in her head berating her for giving in to her desires. With the bonds still on her arms, it remained silent.

  The same could not be said for Jahngir Khan. The more Julia moved her mouth the louder his breathing became and the more frequent the sighs and grunts escaping him. It could have been any of the girls provoking those sounds, Julia told herself, but it was not. It was she who was giving him pleasure, even though she had never done anything like it before. And much to her amazement she was taking pleasure in it too.

  She ought to be ashamed, alarmed, disgusted. Only days ago she had never known such things happened, yet now it was happening to her.

  How much longer would it be before the Pathan went further and used her fully as he did the others, she wondered. Her belly fluttered, half in fear, half in excitement. Jahngir’s hand rested on her blonde head.

  “Concentrate,” he ordered. “Your mind is wandering.”

  How could he possibly know that, Julia asked herself, drawing back to give him the benefit of her lips and tongue the way she had seen Orzala and Helai do. He gave a sudden gasp and his hips jerked so that he sank deeper. Thick, glutinous fluid spurted into Julia’s mouth. Taken by surprise, she turned her head aside and the rest sprayed the side of her face from jaw-line to forehead. Blinking from the sudden stickiness of her right eyelashes, Julia looked up at Jahngir’s face. It was flushed, eyes slitted, lips parted as he gave a long sigh of pleasure and satisfaction.

  She was startled to find that they were feelings she shared, so much so that her mouth turned up its corners in a small smile of triumph.

  Liquid had pooled inside it. Julia knew it should be abhorrent, nauseating, but the truth was she was not repelled by it at all. The stuff’s gooey texture reminded her of school custard, and its starchy bitterness seemed symbolic of the power and potency that was so characteristic of Jahngir Khan. Still looking up at him she swallowed it without difficulty, the only reaction from her stomach a little wriggle of excitement as it arrived. Craning her head forward as far as her ropes allowed, she lapped his still upright flesh clean and swallowed again.

  His eyebrows rose. “Not bad for a first time but we must hone your natural talents in the next few days. Your master will expect you to take his seed without any reluctance or hesitation.”

  Only then did Julia feel a stab of guilt and the return of her self-conscious shyness. Nevertheless, when he untied her and they returned to the living area she did not suffer the cowering embarrassment she had expected to. Neither did the looks Afia and the others gave her show any condemnation or distaste for what she had done. Of course they did not, she realized. For them, it was no more than part of everyday life. When, despite the evidence of her deed still clinging to her face, she dared to meet their eyes they smiled at her and Julia found the courage to smile back. She watched Jahngir put on his silk robe, leaving her the only one completely naked. His mention of her future master had reawakened the suspicion her earlier conversation with Afia had planted in her mind.

  Was it possible, Julia wondered, and her belly wriggled again at her surprising reaction to the thought.

  “Wash your face, and you may dress now,” Jahngir told her.

  He left the zenana then, but returned along with the mid-day meal, by which time Julia’s hair had been styled, her make-up reapplied, including the rouge to her nipples, and she was again wearing what passed for clothing amongst the girls. Along with the little, sleeveless jacket that left her breasts bared, she again wore the baggy, sheer muslin trousers with
no seat in them. They were ridiculous, but Julia could understand how they might be interesting to a man.

  “The gold looks well on you,” Jahngir told her with a gesture at the necklace, bracelets and armlets that Afia had made her put on.

  “Thank you, Master,” Julia replied and felt a pleased little thrill at his obvious admiration. When they all sat down to eat she made sure she kept her back straight and her shoulders squared.

  The worst heat of the afternoon passed with everyone relaxing on cushions or couches. No one seemed inclined to conversation or activity and Jahngir appeared to be asleep. He showed no interest in pleasure as he had on other occasions. Perhaps her performance had been enough to satisfy him for the time being, Julia thought, or more likely he was still tired from the physical work he had done that morning.

  Though she lay as still and quiet as the others her mind was working feverishly. What had she done? She knew it was not the question she should be asking herself. The real issue was why she had done it. Because she had had no choice, she could argue. The results of refusing would have been far worse. But it was not the real reason.

  Julia’s pulse quickened as she faced the truth. She had done it because she had wanted to. It seemed utterly unbelievable but it was also undeniable. Bashful, reticent, unassuming little Julia Thomas, who never did anything even remotely unconventional, had broken every rule she had been brought up to follow and willingly surrendered herself to a man.

  And what a man! Julia wrestled with her surprise and with feelings both unfamiliar and confusing until her weariness and the heat and the quiet of the zenana lulled her into sleep.

  Music woke her and she saw the sun was sinking towards the western mountain peaks. Laila and Reshmina stood in the carpeted space in front of the balcony, their backdrop a deep blue, cloudless sky. They were dressed identically, if dressed was an accurate description of their near-nudity. Each girl had a slim, gold chain around her hips from which hung a narrow strip of white silk about three fingers in width. Julia blinked. Their breasts were not quite bare. On each girl’s pointed peaks was a small, golden clip. Between the clips and attached to them at either end, several thin golden chains dangled, each a little longer than the one above it so that they hung in a series of semi-circles down towards the girl’s navels.