Free Kate and Julia: Slave Girls of the Raj by Lindsey Brooks Page B

as a tingling ripple tickled between her thighs. He was a native, a voice screamed in her head, but her brain could not even control her thoughts, let alone her feelings. Sahar Gul was not old, she found herself musing, certainly much younger than Courtney. His hair was cut in the European way and his brown, clean-shaven face was quite handsome, and he was tall and broad-shouldered too. He was strong, she acknowledged, and not just physically, for he governed the Princedom of Jargahal for its titular ruler. If he could control all of that he would have no difficulty controlling her. Penny’s horror at the thought did not prevent it from feeling deliciously wicked and intensely stimulating. What was it about such men that their casually cruel and offhanded treatment seemed to attract rather than repel her? What had come over her that she became excited by no longer being the user but the one being used? It defied all logic and common sense, as well as her ability to understand it. And it did not matter at all when her blood was pounding through her veins and the warmth of her arousal was tingling low in her belly.
    “I confess, Courtney, that I was surprised when you told me a mem-sahib was anxious to visit the slavers in the mountains. It is much more usual for a beautiful white woman to keep as far away from them as possible.”
    With almost hypnotic fascination, Penny watched Sahar unbutton his trousers as he spoke. Her breath escaped in a rush when the last one came free and his thick manhood sprang into the open.
    “She is either very brave or very foolish,” he said.
    “Or perhaps only very desperate,” Courtney chuckled.
    “Or perhaps all three.” Sahar took a step that poked his erection into Penny’s stomach. It seemed as hard, implacable and demanding as the look he was giving her. “On your knees, white woman.”
    He was a native. He should not be giving her orders as if she was one of his slaves. And she should not be obeying them. Fear, abhorrence, shame and excitement were all sending shivers through her.
    Stunned, Penny felt herself sink to her knees, her conscious will powerless against the need – Oh, Lord, the desire! – to do whatever he told her to. Her belly felt hollow but her excitement was raging, a craving beyond her control. She stared at the thick flesh rearing up before her.
    “You know what to do,” he said flatly.

Chapter 4
    They were all watching, Penny thought. They would see every intimate movement of her lips and tongue – Courtney, the white girl and the Indian one, and Sahar Gul himself, looming over her, arrogant and imperious. She raised her eyes to his and the curling, cringing humiliation of what he was forcing her to do made her blood pump faster and the tremors quicken within her. It was happening again, she thought desperately, but desire far outweighed despair, and if she refused she would lose everything and she would be whipped again. Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips.
    The wazir pushed his fingers into the thick waves of her hair, gripping her skull and thrusting himself vigorously into her open mouth.
    Penny wanted to reach down and chafe her trembling sex but it was difficult with Sahar’s big baton plunging so fast and half-choking her each time it jabbed into the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, and she gagged around the hardness between her lips. Yet, she dared do nothing but let it happen and, to her utter shame, wish it was her pussy he was using so roughly.
    His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her head back and tilting her face up. He pulled from her mouth and she saw his hand begin pumping furiously and reflexively shut her eyes. A heartbeat later something splattered wetly into Penny’s face. She tried to twist in his grip but could not escape the thick, viscous fluid spraying over forehead, nose and cheek as he huffed and grunted his way through his climax. Breathing hard through her nose, Penny kept her lips clamped as the warm goo