spring. In the long silence she could hear the loud, rapid thump of her heart. The scent of the arousal the knotted rope had provoked drifted into her nostrils and set them aquiver. Despite the fear churning her belly, her pussy quivered too.
Jahngir sank to one knee and she jumped. “Easy, little murgah.
Your chastisement is over. You can rest soon, but first you must show me what it has taught you. Spread your legs.”
What would he do if she refused, Julia wondered, but really it was a relief to stop pressing the bunched muscles of her thighs so hard together.
“Are you virgin?” he asked.
Eyes widening, she nodded, then flinched as he reached out.
“Keep still. I would know for myself.”
Steeling herself, she shuddered as he touched what no one but she had ever touched before. She gave a mew of mingled terror and surprise as his finger gently stroked the slit between the fleshy crescents of her labia, tickling the soft curls that framed them and the startlingly sensitive skin they only partly concealed.
“Oh no,” she groaned despairingly, but dared not fight him as his fingertip slipped into the warm dampness of her pussy. He was bound to think that she had lied. Julia struggled hard not to squirm as his finger sank deeper.
“You are not intact,” he said, “but I think you have told the truth.
You have not yet known a man. Perhaps though, you are not completely innocent of the knowledge of how to pleasure yourself?”
“I… I would never,” Julia protested, alarmed that he had guessed her guilty secret.
“Never?” His finger slid from inside her and he held it up. It was shiny with moisture. “I think you exaggerate a little.” There was a rattle of chains as he reached above her head.
“No more, please,” she begged at the sight of the manacles fixed by a short chain to the wall where it joined her sleeping platform. He meant to shackle her before he abused her. At least, a tiny voice said in her head, she could not be blamed for failing to resist if she was helpless.
Her sheath tingled damply and made her feel ashamed again.
“I understand you don’t like being confined,” Jahngir said, “but this time I am not chastising you. It is to ensure you cannot pleasure yourself. Only your master can permit that.”
While her fear battled with her embarrassment, he closed the manacles around Julia’s wrists and locked them with a key. They were thin, steel rings very similar to handcuffs. She shuddered, and automatically pulled on them until the chain to which they were attached went taut. She could move her hands no lower than the stiff peaks on her breasts.
Jahngir patted her belly above the honey-blonde hair that crowned her love-mound. “Rest, beautiful little murgah . You have had a tiring day. The first of many to come. You must be taught to perform the duties of a slave girl and you have only a short time to learn. Tomorrow we have an early start.”
He stood up, and Julia looked away from the arrogant jut of his erect penis. When she looked back, he was gone. Her relief that he had not violated her turned to a pang of regret. At least his presence had spared her from dwelling on her fears. Now they crowded in upon her, heightening her dread. She did not want to be a slave girl. Yet she was trapped, a prisoner in an alien land with little hope of rescue. After all, what could Mrs. Winter do to save her, even with the aid of the authorities? No one even knew her whereabouts, or those of poor Kate, ensnared in the clutches of their cruel countryman, Jefferson. Julia shuddered at the memory of the cane cracking wickedly down onto Kate’s buttocks. They were both alone and utterly defenceless, entirely at the mercy of their captors. And there was nothing whatever they could do about it.
Belly leaping, Julia turned onto her side, drawing her knees up, and the chain jerked the shackles around her wrists at the same moment a tremor teased her pussy. There was nothing she could do
Jahngir sank to one knee and she jumped. “Easy, little murgah.
Your chastisement is over. You can rest soon, but first you must show me what it has taught you. Spread your legs.”
What would he do if she refused, Julia wondered, but really it was a relief to stop pressing the bunched muscles of her thighs so hard together.
“Are you virgin?” he asked.
Eyes widening, she nodded, then flinched as he reached out.
“Keep still. I would know for myself.”
Steeling herself, she shuddered as he touched what no one but she had ever touched before. She gave a mew of mingled terror and surprise as his finger gently stroked the slit between the fleshy crescents of her labia, tickling the soft curls that framed them and the startlingly sensitive skin they only partly concealed.
“Oh no,” she groaned despairingly, but dared not fight him as his fingertip slipped into the warm dampness of her pussy. He was bound to think that she had lied. Julia struggled hard not to squirm as his finger sank deeper.
“You are not intact,” he said, “but I think you have told the truth.
You have not yet known a man. Perhaps though, you are not completely innocent of the knowledge of how to pleasure yourself?”
“I… I would never,” Julia protested, alarmed that he had guessed her guilty secret.
“Never?” His finger slid from inside her and he held it up. It was shiny with moisture. “I think you exaggerate a little.” There was a rattle of chains as he reached above her head.
“No more, please,” she begged at the sight of the manacles fixed by a short chain to the wall where it joined her sleeping platform. He meant to shackle her before he abused her. At least, a tiny voice said in her head, she could not be blamed for failing to resist if she was helpless.
Her sheath tingled damply and made her feel ashamed again.
“I understand you don’t like being confined,” Jahngir said, “but this time I am not chastising you. It is to ensure you cannot pleasure yourself. Only your master can permit that.”
While her fear battled with her embarrassment, he closed the manacles around Julia’s wrists and locked them with a key. They were thin, steel rings very similar to handcuffs. She shuddered, and automatically pulled on them until the chain to which they were attached went taut. She could move her hands no lower than the stiff peaks on her breasts.
Jahngir patted her belly above the honey-blonde hair that crowned her love-mound. “Rest, beautiful little murgah . You have had a tiring day. The first of many to come. You must be taught to perform the duties of a slave girl and you have only a short time to learn. Tomorrow we have an early start.”
He stood up, and Julia looked away from the arrogant jut of his erect penis. When she looked back, he was gone. Her relief that he had not violated her turned to a pang of regret. At least his presence had spared her from dwelling on her fears. Now they crowded in upon her, heightening her dread. She did not want to be a slave girl. Yet she was trapped, a prisoner in an alien land with little hope of rescue. After all, what could Mrs. Winter do to save her, even with the aid of the authorities? No one even knew her whereabouts, or those of poor Kate, ensnared in the clutches of their cruel countryman, Jefferson. Julia shuddered at the memory of the cane cracking wickedly down onto Kate’s buttocks. They were both alone and utterly defenceless, entirely at the mercy of their captors. And there was nothing whatever they could do about it.
Belly leaping, Julia turned onto her side, drawing her knees up, and the chain jerked the shackles around her wrists at the same moment a tremor teased her pussy. There was nothing she could do
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