in reply Helai also groaned. The girl’s face was deep red and little rivulets of sweat were trickling down it to drip from her chin to the bindings that were making her small breasts bulge. Despite the tightness of her bonds she was wriggling constantly as if trying to break free.
Plainly she was very distressed, and more, Julia suspected, from the effects of the oil Jahngir had poured into her rectum than the penetration of the phallus or the harsh ropes.
As her own discomfort quickly increased, Julia forgot Helai’s plight and focused on her own. The slightest movement, even drawing breath, caused the knotted crotch rope to rub against her most sensitive areas, creating two contrasting and very worrying sensations. The pressure and chafe of the coarse fibre was very uncomfortable but, to Julia’s shame, it was also rather stimulating.
Even as her sphincter began to ache around the knot she felt a warmth spreading through her sex and a prickling tingle amongst the folds of her clitoral hood. Soon she was sweating almost as much as Helai and giving the same moans and gasps as the native girl. Her breathing quickened, increasing the friction of the rope on her tender flesh and heightening her maddening discomfort, and much to her embarrassment, her arousal too.
She had to be free of these knots, Julia thought. She could take no more of the awful pressure, or of the wicked stimulus they caused. Half of her mind dwelled on the ache in arms and legs and shoulders and the growing soreness of her labia and anus. The other half longed to relieve the frustrating excitement that was making her pussy quiver with a heat that demanded to be quenched. She jerked at the manacles that stopped her reaching her sex and groaned. Faint feminine laughter reached her ears, followed by the deeper rumble of Jahngir Khan’s. It seemed to mock her.
The daylight faded. Helai’s anguished face dimmed until it was nothing but shadows. Her gasping continued, joined by ever more frequent groans and whimpers as time passed. Chained helplessly to the roof beam, vainly struggling to keep from moving and adding to her pain and arousal, Julia added her own distressed moans to those the girl was making. Her sweat continually running into her eyes made the little pool of light at the far end of the room nothing but a blur, but she knew the Pathan was sitting there comfortably with his concubines. How she ached to be amongst them instead of suffering the horrid torment of the rope. Her belly leapt suddenly. What if he left her bound like this all night? She would never stand it.
Bright electric light shining onto her closed eyelids stirred Julia from the wretchedness of her torment. She raised her drooping head and saw Jahngir bending over Helai, loosening her ropes.
“Soothe her,” he told Afia who accompanied him, and she helped the girl get to her feet and stagger away while he released Julia’s wrists.
She slumped to her knees at once, aching from head to toe. Dazed and with her fingers tingling from returning circulation, she was vaguely aware of the crotch rope and belt being removed but was too exhausted to feel more than a brief stab of fear as Jahngir scooped her into his arms.
He laid her on a soft mattress in one of the sleeping cubicles. A cup touched her lips and Julia drank the water thirstily. Her eyes flickered open.
The robe Jahngir Khan wore had come loose while he carried her.
He was standing at her right side, leaning over her. She had only to lift a hand and she could run her fingers through the dark hairs covering his broad chest, or as the girls in the bathhouse had done, curl them around the thick baton of flesh rearing upright from his groin. Julia’s pussy rippled and she gasped in horror. Kate had spoken the truth. After what the Pathan had done to her, Julia did not doubt it. He was a barbarous savage. And he was going to violate her.
Chapter 5
Her fatigue instantly forgotten, Julia was as tense as a coiled
Plainly she was very distressed, and more, Julia suspected, from the effects of the oil Jahngir had poured into her rectum than the penetration of the phallus or the harsh ropes.
As her own discomfort quickly increased, Julia forgot Helai’s plight and focused on her own. The slightest movement, even drawing breath, caused the knotted crotch rope to rub against her most sensitive areas, creating two contrasting and very worrying sensations. The pressure and chafe of the coarse fibre was very uncomfortable but, to Julia’s shame, it was also rather stimulating.
Even as her sphincter began to ache around the knot she felt a warmth spreading through her sex and a prickling tingle amongst the folds of her clitoral hood. Soon she was sweating almost as much as Helai and giving the same moans and gasps as the native girl. Her breathing quickened, increasing the friction of the rope on her tender flesh and heightening her maddening discomfort, and much to her embarrassment, her arousal too.
She had to be free of these knots, Julia thought. She could take no more of the awful pressure, or of the wicked stimulus they caused. Half of her mind dwelled on the ache in arms and legs and shoulders and the growing soreness of her labia and anus. The other half longed to relieve the frustrating excitement that was making her pussy quiver with a heat that demanded to be quenched. She jerked at the manacles that stopped her reaching her sex and groaned. Faint feminine laughter reached her ears, followed by the deeper rumble of Jahngir Khan’s. It seemed to mock her.
The daylight faded. Helai’s anguished face dimmed until it was nothing but shadows. Her gasping continued, joined by ever more frequent groans and whimpers as time passed. Chained helplessly to the roof beam, vainly struggling to keep from moving and adding to her pain and arousal, Julia added her own distressed moans to those the girl was making. Her sweat continually running into her eyes made the little pool of light at the far end of the room nothing but a blur, but she knew the Pathan was sitting there comfortably with his concubines. How she ached to be amongst them instead of suffering the horrid torment of the rope. Her belly leapt suddenly. What if he left her bound like this all night? She would never stand it.
Bright electric light shining onto her closed eyelids stirred Julia from the wretchedness of her torment. She raised her drooping head and saw Jahngir bending over Helai, loosening her ropes.
“Soothe her,” he told Afia who accompanied him, and she helped the girl get to her feet and stagger away while he released Julia’s wrists.
She slumped to her knees at once, aching from head to toe. Dazed and with her fingers tingling from returning circulation, she was vaguely aware of the crotch rope and belt being removed but was too exhausted to feel more than a brief stab of fear as Jahngir scooped her into his arms.
He laid her on a soft mattress in one of the sleeping cubicles. A cup touched her lips and Julia drank the water thirstily. Her eyes flickered open.
The robe Jahngir Khan wore had come loose while he carried her.
He was standing at her right side, leaning over her. She had only to lift a hand and she could run her fingers through the dark hairs covering his broad chest, or as the girls in the bathhouse had done, curl them around the thick baton of flesh rearing upright from his groin. Julia’s pussy rippled and she gasped in horror. Kate had spoken the truth. After what the Pathan had done to her, Julia did not doubt it. He was a barbarous savage. And he was going to violate her.
Chapter 5
Her fatigue instantly forgotten, Julia was as tense as a coiled
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