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by Lindsey Brooks
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 led into acts of ever-increasing depravity by the officials she goes to for help, British and Indian alike.
Published: 1 / 2012
No. words: 61000
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom – M/F, Strong BDSM Content
“What the hell’s going on here?”
“N… nothing, M… Master,” Kate stammered, quailing under his angry stare. There were some occasions when Ross frightened her and others when he did not, but she was terrified of Jefferson all of the time.
“Don’t lie to me,” he snarled. “Sergeant Ross wouldn’t put you there for nothing. What have you done?” He prodded the tip of the varnished bamboo cane he always carried into the plump swell of her love-mound.
Kate’s mind raced feverishly. “I don’t know. R… really I don’t.” With a glimmer of hope she added, “He’s just outside. He can tell you, Master.”
The man eyed her reddened breasts, which were purpling now from lack of circulation under the bite of the wooden bars. “He doesn’t need to. If he’s done this, it must be something serious.” He walked a circle around her helplessly bound figure. “Ah, he’s stretching your arse, I see, but he hasn’t flogged it yet.”
Kate’s heart leapt as Jefferson paused by the rack of punishment implements. He looked into her face and she shuddered at his cruel expression. Ross had said he was a bitter man. She could see it in his merciless grey eyes as they stared into hers.
“Impertinent girl! We needn’t wait for Sergeant Ross. You’ve been rebellious since the beginning and you’ve just lied to me twice. That’s reason enough to give you a good thrashing.” The lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth deepened as he smiled coldly. “One I’ll make sure you don’t forget.”
Terrified, her body aching and breasts throbbing, gut churning horribly and her heart pounding in her ears, Kate opened her mouth to plead. Several things stopped her. Her breath seemed trapped in her throat, preventing speech, and she knew, too, that it would do no good. Mostly, however, it was because Ross had called her brave and she was suddenly stubborn enough to prove that he was right.
Even so, she almost pissed herself when she saw Jefferson take a fearsome-looking whip from the rack and bend its stiff leather between his hands until it creaked. From its cord-bound handle to its rounded tip it had to be three feet long, two heavy strips of brown leather stitched together along their edges and widening over the last foot of its length into a long tongue that was not just broader than the rest but thicker too. As Jefferson stood behind her, Kate steeled herself for the torment she knew was coming.
It was still an awful shock. The blaze of pain that followed the first sickening crack of leather on her bare bottom was incredible. Jaw clenching tight, Kate somehow managed to choke back the shriek that was trying to escape her so that nothing more than a guttural croak got through her gritted teeth. A thousand needles simultaneously piercing her flesh could not have hurt her more than the second stroke. Still she fought the need to cry her pain and gave a half-stifled grunt as her buttocks bounced under the scorching fire of the impact. Torment greater than she had ever felt before flared across her tortured rear-cheeks.
Only then did she realize that even Jefferson had held back when he had caned her that first day. This time he was not sparing his arm or her ravaged flesh. His third lash brought more tears to her eyes, and with the next they flowed freely down her cheeks as the pain seared her tender skin and started a fierce throbbing deep in the muscles beneath. It was agonising, and growing worse with every wicked bite of the whip’s long, broad tongue.
At the fifth stroke, Kate’s resolve faltered, and with the sixth scorching like a licking flame through the flesh of her bottom it deserted her completely. She threw her head back, opened her mouth and cried her pain aloud. She shrieked at every savage stroke after that, jerking and writhing in her tight straps, helplessly and horribly exposed to the whip’s cruel work. Surely her skin was ripped to pieces by now and the vicious leather was tearing into the tender tissues of the flesh beneath, carving and biting deep. The thought filled Kate with a fresh terror so intense her bladder betrayed her and she let go a little squirt of urine as she squirmed in the aftermath of another agonising lash.
“What the…?”
She heard the exclamation amid the dying echo of her last scream. Another blow landed, a glancing one it felt like, though it still blazed like fire.
“No, Captain, that’s enough,” Kate heard Ross say from behind her. “Have you forgotten there are only a few days before she’s sold? We’ll never get the full price if she’s covered in welts and bruises.”
“What did she do?” Jefferson rasped.
“Nothing much. She doesn’t like swallowing. I put her in there just to show her what to expect if she doesn’t get a taste for it soon. I only meant to switch her.”
“She’s insolent, and she’s resisting too much,” Jefferson said. “She needed a thorough lesson.”
“Maybe so, but you put her training in my hands, Captain, and I’d be obliged if you’d leave it there unless you’re not satisfied with the way I’m doing it.”
“What? No, of course I’m satisfied. I’ve every confidence in you, Sergeant.”
“Well then, I’d like to get on with it, if you’re finished, Sir. I’d better do something about her arse or she’ll still be marked on the day of the sale, and we don’t want that.”
“Yes, quite. Excuse me for interfering,” Jefferson said. “I should have known you had everything under control. It’s just that I have a… particular interest in this one, and the girl I let Jahngir Khan take. I hope he’s making a proper job of things.”
“Aye, I’ve noticed, Captain. And I’m sure Jahngir Khan knows what he’s doing, him having a particular interest too, as you might say.”
If Kate had not been so distressed and hurting, she would have wondered what the ‘particular interest’ was, but with her mind swamped by pain the men’s words were forgotten the moment she heard them. The man Ross called Captain left without even a glance in her direction. The old soldier dropped the whip he had taken from Jefferson’s hand and unfastened her as quickly as he could. She slumped against him the instant she was free, struggling to stay on her feet.
Carefully avoiding contact with her flaming backside, he scooped her up, carried her to his bedroom and laid her gently face down on the bed. Kate whimpered at the pressure on her tortured breasts but it was the blazing agony in her buttocks that kept her weeping and sobbing as Ross hurried from the room. He was back in minutes, only a blur through her tears as he knelt at the bedside. She heard water sloshing and something blessedly cool touched her tormented backside.
“The ice-water will help keep down the bruising,” he said, “and I managed to stop him before he split your skin.”
Kate gave a heartfelt sigh of relief. Her buttocks felt raw and she had been sure they were torn and bleeding. She felt Ross’s hand lift a corner of the cloth covering them.
“But only just, by the look of things. I’m afraid your bum’s going to hurt for a while, little miss. You have a sleepless night ahead of you, I’m thinking. Now, let’s cool your tits off.” He lifted her enough to slip a cool cloth under her. She shivered, suddenly hot and cold, as she lowered her breasts onto it.
“If I’d known Jefferson was back I’d never have put you in that damned thing,” the ex-soldier said. “I didn’t expect him until tonight. He’s been down in Peshawar picking up another girl. I’d have thought he had enough to do dealing with her without interfering elsewhere. He’s never in a very good mood but for some reason it’s been worse since a message came from Peshawar about you and your friend. You’d think he’d be pleased at the prospect of selling a couple of beauties like you and her, wouldn’t you?”
