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by 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 abducted and find they are to be trained and sold as sex slaves. 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 sexual 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.
Published: 12 / 2011
No. words: 53800
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom – M/F, Strong BDSM Content 
“I seem to have run into one of your more reluctant guests, Jefferson, or more accurately, she has run into me.” As he spoke, the man Julia had crashed into bent and hauled her to her feet. Her knees buckled and he moved his hands to her armpits and held her upright with her back towards him.
“Please don’t beat me! I’ll be good. Please, I’ll do anything you say. Don’t beat me. Oh, don’t!” Julia cared nothing for her humiliation as she pleaded. The cane was utter horror to her. She would do anything to avoid the wicked pain it would inflict on her defenceless buttocks.
“She seems very anxious to avoid a beating,” the man holding her said.
“She’s just seen her friend take one,” the man who had been about to deliver it replied, “but I’ve never seen a girl react so extremely to a straightforward caning. Now I’ll have to add some more strokes for her trying to run.”
“Oh no, please!” Julia begged desperately. Her head whirled and she sagged in the big man’s grasp.
He shook her gently. “Now don’t go fainting, girl. No one is going to beat you today. I give you my word on it.”
“Just a minute,” the man he had called Jefferson said, “she’s about to start training. She’s bound to need disciplining.”
“There are other ways than flogging her. I take it she is one of the two you told me about?”
Heart racing, Julia saw Jefferson nod.
“Then let me take her home with me.” Holding Julia up with one hand, he raised the other as Jefferson began to protest. “It will make no difference to her price, I promise. I will see she is properly trained and obedient before the day of the sale. And you will save the time and trouble of training her yourself.”
“Well…. I have my reputation to think of. If she isn’t satisfactory it will reflect badly on me.” Jefferson rubbed his jaw thoughtfully then gave a shrug. “Oh, very well. Since it’s you, I’ll make an exception. I expect you’d like to see the other one too?”
“That is why I rode over here.” Strong arms lifted Julia easily and carried her back to the room where Kate stood under the guard of one of Jefferson’s henchmen. The redhead exchanged a frightened glance with her, and then glared at Jefferson and the newcomer.
“Ah, a rare flower in this part of the world,” the man said, placing Julia back on her feet but retaining his hold.
The man guarding Kate gripped her tightly as she flinched from Jefferson’s outstretched hand. He slid the straps of her chemise from her shoulders and jerked the garment down until it joined her silken panties around her ankles. Kate’s cheeks flamed crimson at the exposure of the pointed mounds of her teats. Her leg twitched, and Julia had the impression the girl dearly wished she dared sink her knee into their captor’s groin.
“Hair like burnished copper,” the man holding Julia said admiringly, “and her skin is so light and fair. You did not exaggerate her beauty, and I fancy she is spirited too.”
Jefferson laughed shortly. “I fancy you are right. But I’ve never come across one yet who didn’t see sense in the end. Of course, white girls can be more difficult. They have a different mind-set to the Indians and you have to get through that before you can really get started. They usually have to learn the hard way that their European culture and ideas don’t mean a thing here. Once they do, they’re just like any other woman underneath. I’ve had well over a dozen before these two and never failed.”
“Time is short, however.”
“No matter. We might have to flog our little spitfire a bit more than most but you can be sure she’ll be ready.”
Shuddering, Julia looked at the purpling weals across Kate’s pale buttocks and sensed the man gripping her do the same.
“I hope she will not be marked on the day. That would be most displeasing,” he said.
“I know my profession, Jahngir Khan,” Jefferson said stiffly. “She won’t be.”
Julia gulped. The man was a native. In her distress, she had not seen him clearly, and from the way he spoke English had taken him for a white man. Looking up, she could see little of him but a firm jaw covered by a small, trimmed beard, and the skin of one cheek, no darker than that of the deeply tanned Europeans. Her belly turned over. He was one of the frontier tribesmen, one of the barbarians that Kate had talked about.
“Of course you do, Jefferson,” he said. “I beg your pardon. But if I may make one suggestion: do not have the red-haired one fully depilated. Leave some of that coppery fur on her mound. It will make her even more stimulating.”
“I’ll take your advice,” the slaver said. “Now, let’s see if she’s virgin.”
Kate bucked as he pushed his hand between her legs, shrieking in outrage and then pain as her struggles pressed her flogged backside against the man holding her. Despite her efforts to evade him, it was obvious from the way she abruptly gasped and stiffened that Jefferson had managed to force a finger into her sex.
“No hymen,” he announced. “Have you been fucking, girl?”
“Go to hell,” Kate spat.
Jefferson laughed. “You’ll take another caning before the day’s out if you carry on like that.” He turned to the tribesman. “It won’t alter her price.”
“I know,” Jahngir Khan said, and laughed. “As you British say, one does not look a gift horse in the mouth. The hymen is not important. The hair and skin are enough.”
There was a vast, hollow feeling in Julia’s belly. They were talking about Kate as if she was an object, an article on a shelf to be bartered over, not a person at all. Jefferson had called them slaves and talked of selling them. And it was all real. He meant every word!
“Should I check her?” Jefferson asked with a nod at Julia.
“I will ask her when I get her home. A blonde and a redhead are a fine prize, Jefferson. Your reputation for always providing the best seems well deserved. Now I must take my leave. We will meet again on the appointed day.” Jahngir Khan scooped Julia into his arms.
“Oh, Kate!” she wailed as he carried her away.
“No, you can’t let him take her!” Kate cried. “He’s a heathen Pathan. He’ll treat her…” The rest of her words were cut off by the closing of the door.
Jahngir Khan’s grasp tightened on Julia’s anxiously wriggling body. He took her outside and set her on her feet beside a horse tied to a hitching post. Filled with a new horror by Kate’s words, Julia blinked in the bright sunshine. Wherever she was. it was definitely not Peshawar. They were in a compound surrounded by a high wall and beyond it lay rank after rank of brown and yellow mountains for as far as she could see.
