iron frame until their flesh, like that of her breasts, bulged at either side of the many loops in testimony to their tightness.
Before the last knot was tied Helai was squirming in the fearsome bonds, her face reddened and large beads of sweat springing up on her forehead. Surely she was not excited by the phallus’s unnatural penetration, Julia thought, but the girl’s expression seemed more one of distress than arousal. Suddenly it was far less important than the fact that the Pathan had risen to his feet and was looking directly at her.
Afia held out a short length of rope to him, not of the smooth kind that bound Helai but a rough, hairy sort.
“Three knots,” Jahngir told her. “Not only was she slow to obey but she argued.”
Julia watched anxiously as the girl added a third large knot to the two already tied in the rope while Jahngir went to one wall and loosened another rope tied around a cleat. A foot in front of Julia an iron ring attached to the other end descended from the roof beam. Hanging from it by a short chain were a set of steel manacles.
The blonde English girl desperately wanted to flee. Only her terror of the consequences prevented her, and the sudden despairing weakness that overcame her. The Pathan reached up to the manacles. He was not smiling. Abruptly she realized he was waiting for her to raise her arms and surrender herself. They shook as she did so.
Though he must know she had never been confined in her life Jahngir did nothing to relieve her panic as he clasped the shackles around Julia’s wrists. A squeak of utter fear escaped her parched mouth as he pulled on the rope and drew her arms above her head. Her gut twisted horribly. The use of her hands had been denied to her. Terrified, helpless and agonisingly vulnerable, Julia fought for breath as Jahngir buckled a wide leather belt around her waist, took the rope, now with three knots, and held it up before her belly.
“Please,” she managed to gasp in a hoarse whisper. He met her frightened gaze as he finished tying the rope to a metal ring at the front of the belt.
“I’m sure your modesty is very appropriate for an English drawing room but it has no place in my zenana , little murgah , and the sooner you accept that the less you will suffer.” Jahngir moved behind her and she felt his wrist push her thighs apart as he took the end of the hanging rope and pulled back and up.
“Ooh!” Julia wriggled as the thick knots in the coarse fibre pressed hard against her sex and anus. “Ooh!” she gasped again as her struggles made the lips of her sex part and one big knot forced its way between them and into the entrance to her pussy.
“Obedience will serve you better here,” the Pathan said, pulling the short rope tighter still and tying it to another ring on the back of the waist belt. He went back to the cleat on the wall, loosened the long rope holding Julia’s shackled wrists and hauled on it until the manacles began biting into her skin and she had to lift her heels off the floor. She yelped in shock as he stretched her buttocks apart and made sure a knot was firmly seated against her anal pucker before reappearing in front of her.
As his fingers sought her sex and confirmed the knot there was deep between her labia she jerked in frantic outrage. Even more humiliating was the way he spread the folds of her hood to ensure the third knot in the rough rope made full contact with her quiescent clitoris.
“Please,” Julia groaned, but the earnest plea in her eyes was wasted. He did not even glance at her as he turned away and led the other girls back to the opposite end of the long room. She tottered on her toes, trying to relieve the strain on her wrists and shoulders. The movement momentarily relaxed her anus and she felt the knot pressing on it work its way into the ring of muscle. At once Julia tightened it, but it was too late.
The knot had forced its way into her tight opening. She gave a groan of despair.
As if
Before the last knot was tied Helai was squirming in the fearsome bonds, her face reddened and large beads of sweat springing up on her forehead. Surely she was not excited by the phallus’s unnatural penetration, Julia thought, but the girl’s expression seemed more one of distress than arousal. Suddenly it was far less important than the fact that the Pathan had risen to his feet and was looking directly at her.
Afia held out a short length of rope to him, not of the smooth kind that bound Helai but a rough, hairy sort.
“Three knots,” Jahngir told her. “Not only was she slow to obey but she argued.”
Julia watched anxiously as the girl added a third large knot to the two already tied in the rope while Jahngir went to one wall and loosened another rope tied around a cleat. A foot in front of Julia an iron ring attached to the other end descended from the roof beam. Hanging from it by a short chain were a set of steel manacles.
The blonde English girl desperately wanted to flee. Only her terror of the consequences prevented her, and the sudden despairing weakness that overcame her. The Pathan reached up to the manacles. He was not smiling. Abruptly she realized he was waiting for her to raise her arms and surrender herself. They shook as she did so.
Though he must know she had never been confined in her life Jahngir did nothing to relieve her panic as he clasped the shackles around Julia’s wrists. A squeak of utter fear escaped her parched mouth as he pulled on the rope and drew her arms above her head. Her gut twisted horribly. The use of her hands had been denied to her. Terrified, helpless and agonisingly vulnerable, Julia fought for breath as Jahngir buckled a wide leather belt around her waist, took the rope, now with three knots, and held it up before her belly.
“Please,” she managed to gasp in a hoarse whisper. He met her frightened gaze as he finished tying the rope to a metal ring at the front of the belt.
“I’m sure your modesty is very appropriate for an English drawing room but it has no place in my zenana , little murgah , and the sooner you accept that the less you will suffer.” Jahngir moved behind her and she felt his wrist push her thighs apart as he took the end of the hanging rope and pulled back and up.
“Ooh!” Julia wriggled as the thick knots in the coarse fibre pressed hard against her sex and anus. “Ooh!” she gasped again as her struggles made the lips of her sex part and one big knot forced its way between them and into the entrance to her pussy.
“Obedience will serve you better here,” the Pathan said, pulling the short rope tighter still and tying it to another ring on the back of the waist belt. He went back to the cleat on the wall, loosened the long rope holding Julia’s shackled wrists and hauled on it until the manacles began biting into her skin and she had to lift her heels off the floor. She yelped in shock as he stretched her buttocks apart and made sure a knot was firmly seated against her anal pucker before reappearing in front of her.
As his fingers sought her sex and confirmed the knot there was deep between her labia she jerked in frantic outrage. Even more humiliating was the way he spread the folds of her hood to ensure the third knot in the rough rope made full contact with her quiescent clitoris.
“Please,” Julia groaned, but the earnest plea in her eyes was wasted. He did not even glance at her as he turned away and led the other girls back to the opposite end of the long room. She tottered on her toes, trying to relieve the strain on her wrists and shoulders. The movement momentarily relaxed her anus and she felt the knot pressing on it work its way into the ring of muscle. At once Julia tightened it, but it was too late.
The knot had forced its way into her tight opening. She gave a groan of despair.
As if
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