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to his feet. “Are you trying to bewitch me girl? First you play the timorous virgin and now suddenly you’re a temptress.” He strode to the bench. “You will come here and serve me as I desire. Do you think it is for a slave girl to dictate to her master what is done to her? Here, I say, and on your knees.”
Fearful, confused and more disappointed than she would ever have believed, Julia crawled to him on all fours. Though his cock remained very upright, the smouldering desire she had seen in Jahngir’s eyes had turned to flashing anger and she could not understand why. His mood had changed in a heartbeat. She had been so sure he meant to make love to her as avidly as she had seem him do with the other girls. What had happened to steal her moment away? What had she done to anger him, when all she wanted was to make him pleased with her? Her belly flipped as she realized just how eager she had been, how much she really had wanted to please him, but now was not the time to ask herself why.
Jahngir’s anger was warning enough of that. It left her in no doubt that she would be punished if she did not perform well, and this time there would be no last-minute reprieve.
Yet despite her puzzlement and regret, Julia continued to feel the ripples of her arousal and her longing still held her in its grip. With a hand that shook only a little, she obeyed Jahngir’s order to once more pleasure him with her mouth.
*
Courtney moved Penny into the wide shaft of sunlight slanting through the arched windows in the wall of the high-ceilinged room.
“Stay there. You will not move,” he ordered.
The nervous flutter in her stomach increased as he disappeared through the double doors ahead of her. The native guard there closed them behind the Englishman, and with what Penny interpreted as deliberate insolence ran his lascivious eyes over her. She felt very alone and frighteningly vulnerable. Beneath the lightweight, white cotton of her dress she wore nothing, and with the sun shining down on her she knew the dark points on her breasts were visible through the thin material, along with the red weals Courtney had carved across her skin.
The other guard behind her would be looking at the streaked purple bruising on her caned buttocks, she was sure. Doubtless it was what Courtney intended.
Penny longed for a cigarette, but he had denied her her handbag as well as her underwear for the five-minute walk up the town’s steep main street from the British Residency to the palace of the Prince of Jargahal.
She had no idea why she was there. Courtney had told her if she wanted to see the girls again she would do as she was told. The threat had been enough to make her acquiesce, just as it had been when he had used it to bring her to his bed on both of the previous nights. And what nights they had been! Never before had Penny experienced so extraordinary a mixture of pain and pleasure, of maddening frustration, outright humiliation and fierce, relentless arousal as she had in the forty eight hours that had passed since the first cruel kiss of Courtney’s cane had lashed across her backside.
The man she had once thought of only as an ageing eccentric had warned her he would be demanding, but Penny had not been prepared for the trials he had put her through on her first night. From the moment he had made her clamber onto his wide bed and place a slim, steel collar fixed by a chain to the wall around her own slender neck she had known she was completely at his mercy. And he had shown her none. Nothing she had done, from posing to display her breasts and buttocks and even greater intimacies to him, to the way she had followed his orders to give him pleasure, had been good enough.
Courtney’s response had been to flog her with a thin, plaited-leather whip and make her repeat every action until she satisfied him.
Every bee-sting bite of the lash had added to the pain and throbbing the whippings and canings he had given Penny that same
Fearful, confused and more disappointed than she would ever have believed, Julia crawled to him on all fours. Though his cock remained very upright, the smouldering desire she had seen in Jahngir’s eyes had turned to flashing anger and she could not understand why. His mood had changed in a heartbeat. She had been so sure he meant to make love to her as avidly as she had seem him do with the other girls. What had happened to steal her moment away? What had she done to anger him, when all she wanted was to make him pleased with her? Her belly flipped as she realized just how eager she had been, how much she really had wanted to please him, but now was not the time to ask herself why.
Jahngir’s anger was warning enough of that. It left her in no doubt that she would be punished if she did not perform well, and this time there would be no last-minute reprieve.
Yet despite her puzzlement and regret, Julia continued to feel the ripples of her arousal and her longing still held her in its grip. With a hand that shook only a little, she obeyed Jahngir’s order to once more pleasure him with her mouth.
*
Courtney moved Penny into the wide shaft of sunlight slanting through the arched windows in the wall of the high-ceilinged room.
“Stay there. You will not move,” he ordered.
The nervous flutter in her stomach increased as he disappeared through the double doors ahead of her. The native guard there closed them behind the Englishman, and with what Penny interpreted as deliberate insolence ran his lascivious eyes over her. She felt very alone and frighteningly vulnerable. Beneath the lightweight, white cotton of her dress she wore nothing, and with the sun shining down on her she knew the dark points on her breasts were visible through the thin material, along with the red weals Courtney had carved across her skin.
The other guard behind her would be looking at the streaked purple bruising on her caned buttocks, she was sure. Doubtless it was what Courtney intended.
Penny longed for a cigarette, but he had denied her her handbag as well as her underwear for the five-minute walk up the town’s steep main street from the British Residency to the palace of the Prince of Jargahal.
She had no idea why she was there. Courtney had told her if she wanted to see the girls again she would do as she was told. The threat had been enough to make her acquiesce, just as it had been when he had used it to bring her to his bed on both of the previous nights. And what nights they had been! Never before had Penny experienced so extraordinary a mixture of pain and pleasure, of maddening frustration, outright humiliation and fierce, relentless arousal as she had in the forty eight hours that had passed since the first cruel kiss of Courtney’s cane had lashed across her backside.
The man she had once thought of only as an ageing eccentric had warned her he would be demanding, but Penny had not been prepared for the trials he had put her through on her first night. From the moment he had made her clamber onto his wide bed and place a slim, steel collar fixed by a chain to the wall around her own slender neck she had known she was completely at his mercy. And he had shown her none. Nothing she had done, from posing to display her breasts and buttocks and even greater intimacies to him, to the way she had followed his orders to give him pleasure, had been good enough.
Courtney’s response had been to flog her with a thin, plaited-leather whip and make her repeat every action until she satisfied him.
Every bee-sting bite of the lash had added to the pain and throbbing the whippings and canings he had given Penny that same
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