Between Tradition and Modernity 6

»Oh my God, where have I landed now?«

Lilly looked at the ceiling of the pavilion, shifting in her bonds the little she could. Though she was tied with the finest silk, it was nevertheless tight, and even if she had gotten free, she still would have been trapped inside the basin.

The dinner had been cold, but quite good, consisting of bread, cheese, fruits and tea. Both Lavinia and Marguerite had been freed, and the only rule had been that they weren’t allowed to talk. However, Ajala had promised them that most of their questions would be answered the next day.

»My plans may not involve human sacrifices, but I hope you will not be bored by them«, she had stated, smiling enigmatically. She had allowed Lilly to translate her words to Marguerite, but had refused to give further explanations.

After the dinner, the girls had been allowed a few minutes to relieve themselves; they had to go one by one, each with a chain around her neck, as if they were dogs. At least, they were left alone for this short time. Then, Ajana had told them it was time to go to bed.

»Of course, I have to punish those who refused to wash themselves!«

The girls had been brought to the adjacent pavilion where two divans had been waiting for them. Lilly, who still was stark naked, was told to kneel on the floor whilst Amal and Laya tied up Lavinia and Marguerite. It seemed that Laya was the expert, whilst Amal was responsible for the tightness of the girls’ bonds.

They started by tying their wrists with silk scarves. Then, two other scarves were hung over their necks, so the ends dangled between their breasts. Lilly watched as Laya and Amal stepped behind their captives and reached for the scarves’ ends, crossing them between the girls’ breasts and pulling them under their armpits. Then, Lilly could see how both thrust out their boobs, indicating that their elbows got tied with the scarves. Two more were added for each to tie their legs at the ankles and above the knees, and a third was tied around their necks, though their captors took care that these were not too tight.

»Lavinia, lay down on the divan!«

The divan was some two yards away, and with her legs bound, the girl could only shuffle inch by inch. Ajala said matter-of-factly:

»Either you hop, or Amal will ensure you are getting there a little faster – by slapping your butt!«

The man raised his hand, and Lavinia gasped and indeed hopped, her breasts bouncing as she did so. Rather unceremoniously, she landed on the mattress, and Laya tied her neck scarf and the one tying her ankles to the frame, so Lavinia had to lie straight, but still had some movement. Then, she produced another large scarf, looking crumpled and damp. Lavinia recognized it as the one that had previously gagged Lilly, and she clamped her mouth shut.

»You know, I could make you open your mouth by twisting one of your nipples«, Laya purred, pressing the balled up scarf to Lavinia’s mouth. The redhead’s eyes widened, but she kept her teeth clenched, and Laya’s eyes sparkled.

»On the other hand, I think there’s also a more delicate approach!«

She poked Lavinia’s side, and the girl cringed and let out a yelp that turned into a gurgling sound when the scarf was stuffed deep into her oral cavity. Laya secured it with one of the silk stockings. Then, she tied another scarf over the gag. With a devilish grin, she then flexed her fingers close to Lavinia’s exposed sides.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnnggg!«

»Seems she doesn’t like to be tickled!«, Ajala supposed. Laya shrugged; then, she quickly pinched Lavinia’s nipples, causing her to mew and rear up.

»Cochon!«, Marguerite uttered. Then, she yelped as Amal slapped her buttocks. The blonde hissed another curse in French which contributed her another slap. Ajala raised her hand.

»I know, some girls like a little rough play, but this is not the time! Lilly, please, explain this to your friend!«

Lilly, who had watched the binding of her companions with a mixture of fear and curiosity, tried her best to tell Marguerite what Ajala had just said without insulting her. The blonde blushed deeply, and when she had to get to the bed, she deliberately hopped, anxiously looking whether Amal was still behind her.

She was secured to the divan, close to Lavinia, but she was turned the other way, so her feet were near Lavinia’s face and vice versa. Laya made a comment about their sweaty smell and when she had gagged Marguerite with the scarf that had gagged Lavinia before, a stocking and an additional scarf, she grabbed her scalp and forced her nose against Lavinia’s feet. With her other hand, she tickled the redhead’s soles, so she helplessly twitched, rubbing her feet against her companion’s nose.

»I am sure, by tomorrow, they will be more open-minded about hygiene!«

Now, Amal placed his hands on Lilly’s shoulders, directing her to the other divan. His grip wasn’t vice, but she felt that this could change any second if she didn’t act as demanded. To her surprise, Ajala now produced a Sitar whilst Laya brought an armful of coloured scarves. She took one of them, and Ajala played a tune. Laya began to dance to the rhythm, and Lilly felt Amal take her wrists and raise her arms. Again, he didn’t use violence, but he held her with her arms raised above her body as now, Laya danced close to her, letting the scarf brush over her naked body, soft as a breeze.

These caresses lasted for some minutes, and Lilly felt that the touches of the soft silk caused a slight tingle. She gasped when the silk brushed over her breasts, and she knew that her nipples were growing hard. Lilly blushed, but at the same time, she felt a growing anticipation.

After a while, Laya handed the scarf to Amal who gently crossed her wrists behind her nape and tied them with the cloth before bringing the ends around her neck, tying them off at her throat. Then, he placed his hands on her sides, so his thumbs poked into her exposed armpits whilst his other fingers were slightly uplifting her breasts. Lilly stiffened, but she didn’t dare to scream or struggle. Though the touch was gentle, she could feel that the man could squeeze her ribcage if he wanted. Somehow, the thought was as exciting as it was frightening.

Ajala now played another melody, and Laya took a second scarf she also used to caress Lilly’s body. She let it run around her waist, and then, she brushed over her pubic mound with one edge. Lilly gasped, and she felt how Amal gently kneaded her breasts, adjusting to her breath.

»This is wrong!«, she thought, but she closed her eyes, and when Laya threaded the scarf between her legs and then pulled it back and forth, she sighed and wriggled her hips. Then, she felt the silk touch her face, and she could smell a slight fragrance that made her blush.

»The sweet scent of love«, Laya breathed, and when Lilly opened her mouth to respond, she began working the scarf into her mouth. Now, Lilly could taste something that made her blush even deeper, but she somehow had a delayed reaction, though Laya wasn’t doing anything quickly. Only when she had worked the whole large cloth behind her teeth, Lilly moaned, but Laya just secured her gag with two more scarves, one between her jaws, the other one covering her mouth.

Like that, she was led to the bed and made to lie on her back. Amal tied two more scarves to her bend elbows and tied them to the upper frame whilst Laya tied her ankles to the lower frame with two more scarves, forcing her to lie with her legs spread. Then, Amal took a large cushion and pushed it under Lilly’s butt, forcing her to thrust her pelvis into the air.

»Will they – continue playing with me now?«, she thought, and the idea wasn’t as horrifying as she would have expected. She saw Laya bring two long scarves, and she tied one around Lilly’s waist before threading the end between her legs. This crotch rope was pulled snug and knotted off, then, the other scarf was tied to it at the point where the crotch scarf was tied to the waist scarf. Laya rose and tied the other end to the ceiling, so there was no slack. Then, Amal withdrew the cushion. Lilly gasped when the silk tightened; still, it wasn’t painful, not even inconvenient, but now, she could feel the presence of the silk whenever she moved her hips, at her cleft and between her legs.

»Sleep well, Ladies!«, Ajala purred, and the three Indians withdrew. Lilly tested her bonds, and she could hear the moaning and rustling from Lavinia and Marguerite on the adjacent divan. Then, there was again the Sitar playing, accompanied by some giggling.

The sound came from the adjacent pavilion, and though some lamps were lit, the short-sighted Lilly could only make out blurred schemes. She guessed that the white blob was Laya, who wore a white dress, and that she was now playing the instrument. There were two more figures, and Lilly wondered why they seemed bronze-coloured, though Ajala wore a purple Sari, and Amal a black shirt. Then, she realized that both had taken off their clothes.

Lilly couldn’t take her eyes from the scene, though she couldn’t see much. The smaller one, obviously Ajala, lay down on a bed, and now, she could see that Amal was still wearing his white pants. He bent over her, and when Lilly heard an occasional sigh or moan, she knew that Ajala was enjoying a massage from Amal.

»He sure is the right man for this!«, she thought involuntarily, remembering how the man’s pranks had touched her. She felt a tingle in her loins, and it took her some self-control not to wriggle her hips, to feel the silky cloth even more.

***

»Either, she suffers from constipation, or-«, Nesrin whispered when time passed and Daisy still hadn’t returned into the tent. As on keyword, they could hear a sigh from outside, and Sayana giggled.

»Does that answer your question or not?«

»Still could be both!«, Nesrin chuckled, and both girls fought to oppress their laughter. Sayana pulled the blanket over both their heads, to block out any further sounds coming from outside the tent, and she whispered:

»Seems that she has forgiven Johnny!«

»Amor vincit omnium!«, Nesrin sighed, and then, she translated the Latin phrase to Sayana:

»It means that love defeats everything!«

»That’s true!«, Sayana admitted, and suddenly, Nesrin sobbed. Sayana didn’t have to ask why: she cuddled closer against Nesrin and caressed her cheek. When the girl had calmed down, her fingers wandered to Nesrin’s neck, and the girl cringed.

»He! That tickles!«

Sayana stopped moving her fingers, but left her hand at Nesrin’s carotids and throat.

»You think you are betraying Marguerite!«

»Well, yes, no, I-«, Nesrin began, and Sayana added:

»You know I once hated her?«

Reluctantly, Nesrin nodded. Marguerite was the daughter of the plantation owner who had held Sayana as a slave, and even made her go to bed with him. Also, Marguerite had kept Nyala, Sayana’s younger sister, as her maid, not always treating her well. She wanted to say something in defence of Marguerite, but Sayana spoke first:

»Now, however, I love her. Not as much as you do, but she’s a good person, she has changed, and she also gave me some of her love when I needed it!«

She was referring to when all four of them had teased Sayana, to strengthen her powers, and though she and Marguerite had only caressed Sayana’s feet and legs, it had been very sensual. Nesrin let out a fluttering breath, and Sayana continued:

»A short while ago, Désirée was the first one to bring me the greatest pleasures after a long time, and right now, she has overcome her bad feelings for Johnny! And I feel good about it, because I love both Désirée and Johnny!«

»Wha-what a-are you t-trying to s-say?«

Sayana bent forward and kissed Nesrin’s lips.

»The love in you can be your greatest power, even if you are not a witch. But right now, you allow your love to weaken you!«

She once again kissed Nesrin, and her hand wandered down to her cleavage, under her chemise. Nesrin stiffened.

»A-Aren’t you confusing love and lust?«

»That’s the European in you speaking!«

»I am Asian!«, Nesrin protested, and she offered no resistance when Sayana’s hand now cupped her left breast and gently trapped her nipple between two fingers.

»Why do you think the heart is right here, so close to a spot so sensitive to lust?«

She playfully pinched Nesrin’s nipple, and the girl gasped and reared up. Sayana bent forward, licking her exposed neck, and she breathed:

»Though in your case, there is some barrier between your heart and your nipple!«

She chortled impishly and squeezed Nesrin’s ample breasts. Nesrin also had to chuckle, and then, another feeling radiated through her: that the more she allowed the love within her to unleash, the more of it would fly to Marguerite, helping her in her plight.

»Maybe, I just got bewitched!«, she thought, but at the same time, she felt for Sayana’s body under the blanket.

***

The next morning, Nesrin felt indeed better, though she and Sayana hadn’t gone to the peak: Nesrin had insisted that she wanted to reserve her first climax that didn’t come from her won hands to Marguerite, and Sayana had accepted that she had to keep her powers strengthened, not weakened, and whilst arousal was helpful, an orgasm could ruin the effect for some time. Nevertheless, both felt relaxed, and they were able to chuckle when they noticed that Daisy still wasn’t inside the tent. Nesrin yawned ostentatiously loud before opening the tent, and they saw Blacksmith preparing a campfire, humming a melody, whilst Daisy was preparing the breakfast.

»Hm, I slept like a marmot! I didn’t even hear you get back into the tent tonight or leaving it to make breakfast!«

Daisy mumbled something, and Blacksmith’s humming stopped as he wished a good morning to the girls. During breakfast, Nesrin felt a bit hilarious, and so, she joked about Daisy’s apparently good appetite. She dodged the remark by insisting that a long and strenuous day was lying ahead of them, but Nesrin was sure that right now, Daisy was grateful that her dark skin hid the fact she was blushing all over. However, Nesrin still had an arrow in her quiver:

»Did you have a nightmare during the night? For I am not sure, but at one point, I am sure that I heard a scream!«

This caused Blacksmith to swallow the wrong way, and a laughing Sayana patted his back when he coughed. Daisy glanced at Nesrin, but then, her lips trembled and she showed a smile. Cocking her head, she whispered:

»You must really have slept like a marmot – otherwise, you would have heard me twice!«

So, the breakfast ended in a good mood, and only when they continued their search little later, a grim determination took over again.

***

»Seems we have awakened a more – wild side in you, Lilly!«

Lilly moaned and blushed. Indeed, having to sleep with the silk scarf between her legs had followed her into her dreams, and there was no less embarrassing explanation for her hardened nipples, the fine film of perspiration on her skin, and the slight fragrance coming from her loins. However, the fact she was constantly writhing and moaning was simply because she desperately needed to pee.

Laya made her suffer a little longer, but then, she was released and could storm behind the nearest bush whilst the Indian also freed Lavinia and Marguerite who also looked dishevelled from their night in bondage. They had breakfast, and Ajala now asked Lavinia:

»You really could need a bath, don’t you, Lavinia? Just remove your chemise and knickers, and Amal and Laya will take care of you!«

Though she must feel uncomfortable in her sweaty underwear, Lavinia shook her head, and when Lilly had translated the offer into French, she did the same. Now, Lilly felt guilty for having given in so soon, but Ajala now said:

»As promised, I will now explain to you why you are here. You, Lavinia, may already have guessed that I need some leverage against your father – for he sure won’t help me in my, what’s it called – coup d’etat!«

She further revealed her plan to the girls: the Colonel should use his close proximity to the Nawab to arrest him under a pretence, and then get the old man to Bombay with the help of his 50 riflemen. Of course, this would cause some trouble in Kharabad.

»By sheer coincidence, my brothers are not here yet, and so, I am next in line – and I have of course taken some measures to ensure that people will follow me! And then, once I am on the throne, things will change!«

Lavinia, who had the best knowledge about Colonial Indian policy, stared at the Indian.

»You – you want to start another mutiny!«

Ajala smiled.

»We prefer the term ›uprising‹ – and no! I have no intentions to sacrifice the 40.000 inhabitants of Kharabad in a fight against the British Empire! No, I will instead cooperate with you, better than my stubborn old father did! I think Kharabad will flourish once it has access to the railroad line you are planning, maybe even factories, modern medicine, you name it!«

Now, Lavinia frowned.

»But – you could have all this without what you did to us!«

»Maybe – but this isn’t the end of my plans! And that’s also the reason why Lilly and Marguerite can help me, too!«

She added something in Hindi, and from behind a column, Jeevan appeared. His look at the captives reminded Lilly she still was the only one naked, and she quickly slung her arms around her bent legs to hide her bareness.

However, the man now approached Lavinia, and before any of the girls could react, Laya aimed at them with a revolver whilst Amal also grabbed the redhead. Lavinia squirmed, but she was no match for the two men who now tied her up, right in front of the others.

With hemp ropes, they tied her arms at wrists and elbows; then, a rope was tied to her bound wrists, thrown over a ceiling beam and pulled upwards, until the girl had to raise her arms to the air, and to stand bent forward, allowing a good look into her cleavage. Next, her ankles were tied to the ends of a thick bamboo rod, forcing her to stand with her legs spread. When Lavinia pleaded, Jeevan grabbed her hair and forced her head back. Ajala approached the girl and, slowly and gleefully, stuffed the sodden scarf that had gagged Marguerite all night into her mouth. Amal then forced a stick between her teeth and tied it in place at her nape before he fixed the ends of the ropes to the ceiling rope, so Lavinia could no longer lower her head and had to stare at the others with a wild expression.

Next, they came for Marguerite and also tied her arms at wrists and elbows. She too was gagged with a damp scarf, previously Lavinia’s gag, and a stick secured at her nape. Amal now doubled a rope, produced a noose around her waist and pulled the slack out before he threaded the ends between Marguerite’s legs and over her bound wrists, producing a tight crotch rope that caused the blonde to whimper and writhe.

»Hhhrrrrmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmph! Nnnnnggggg!«

Lavinia screamed through her gag when Jevan stepped behind her and applied an equally tight crotch rope to her. He held the ends until Amal had reached him another long bamboo rod he tied to it. Then, Marguerite had to sit down on the floor, in front of Lavinia, and her feet were tied to the ends of that rod, so she had to spread her legs, too, and all her movements had a direct effect on Lavinia’s crotch.

Lilly had watched the poor girls’ ordeal in enforced silence, as Laya held the revolver to her temple. Now, the men came for her, each grabbing one arm and more carrying than leading her out of the pavilion.

Laya, who had put away her gun, approached her now, carrying a bucket and a sponge. Whilst the men held her arms, she gently washed Lilly’s body. The girl couldn’t help when she also creamed her entire body with some lotion that smelled quite appealing. Then, however, Lilly was gagged the same way she had been during the night, with a large silk scarf stuffing her mouth and two others tied between her jaws and over her mouth. To further secure her gag, Laya buckled a small belt over the whole lot. Then, she went for a small box that rattled when she placed it on the floor.

»You, my dear, will also play an important role in my plans, though in another way than your friends«, Ajala explained to the gagged girl whilst Laya produced a belt that was made of silver and some three inches wide. It was ornated with jewels, and it was buckled around Lilly’s waist. She could feel that it was quite heavy.

Next, matching bracelets were locked around her wrists and then, Laya used two small padlocks to secure them to her belt at the sides. Now, Lilly could no longer cover her breasts or touch her gag. The men still held her arms, and so, she could do little when Laya cuffed her ankles with ornated shackles that would allow walking, but no running.

The next item was a neck collar. It had a chain dangling from it, and this ended in a leather loop, so it looked very much like a dog’s leash. Lilly felt embarrassed, though she was much better off than Lavinia or Marguerite.

Now, Laya brought a silk scarf and pushed it through Lilly’s belt. She mewed when it was then threaded between her legs, but Laya just arranged it in a way the dangling ends covered her crotch and butt. Her breasts, however, were obviously meant to stay on display.

»As you may not be surprised to hear, though quite a few people would appreciate a more modern Kharabad, they are also very conservative when it comes to a female Nawab. In addition, they are afraid that you Europeans are somehow superior, at least when it comes to weaponry and military strategy. We haven’t forgotten about the events a few years ago!«

Laya now held a mirror to Lilly’s face, allowing her to look at herself, her gagged mouth, her exposed breasts, the leash on her neck. Then, Ajala pointed at Lavinia and Marguerite, both squirming in their bonds, aching and panting.

»You have to admit that none of you looks very superior now! So, when soon, some of my co-conspirators will arrive, they will see that not only did I achieve to get the Colonel to help us get rid of my father without a single shot being fired, but I can also show them your lack of superiority! You, my Dears, will be evidence of my superiority, and so, I will keep you here, or, once we were successful, in my palace, on display for those who doubt in me! Maybe, I will once allow Marguerite and Lavinia to become servants like you, Lilly, but don’t expect to be free in the near future!«

She waited for the girls’ moans to cease before she continued:

»Of course, you are not meant for public display, and as long as we are cooperating with the British, you will be kept well locked and gagged once any of them is around. However, once Kharabad will flourish, others will follow our example – and then, modern and strong Indians will be able to send you back to your rainy island! And if this will happen at my lifetime, I promise to set you free, so you may follow your kin! However, until then, you are the pawns in the Queen’s gambit!«

***

»Now, that is getting stranger by the minute!«

Jadoo handed his binoculars to his comrade, Bodhi. The two men were watching the group of one Englishman disguised as an Indian, accompanied by three women disguised as men. In addition, they knew one of the women from seeing, as they had abducted her from the pavilion in the Colonel’s garden just some 36 hours before.

Harry had told the truth that his main concern was the abduction of the Colonel’s daughter plus two of her friends, which was indeed bad for his business. However, he had also informed Jadoo and Bodhi not only that they had obviously kidnapped the wrong girl, but that the very man who had employed them now had wanted the girl back.

»Have an eye on this man! And depending on what he does, I expect you to act!«

So, they had followed him from the distance, and to their surprise, Blacksmith had disguised in plain Indian clothes. At first, his two servants had fooled the men, but then, watching the two relieve themselves, they had not only seen that they were women, but also that one of them was black. Now, the whole thing had turned from strange to very strange, and both had come to the same conclusion: sometimes, strange equalled trouble, but very often, it also could mean a lot of money.

The next surprise had been that Blacksmith had found the girl they had abducted, but not in her cell, but in a horseless coach close to the cave. She had accompanied the little group, and in the night, Javoo and Bodhi had witnessed that obviously, the Lieutenant was not appalled by black skin, and according to her sighs, the girl had enjoyed it, too.

»Behind these hills lies Kharabad!«

Javoo nodded. Of course, the border wasn’t marked, and there were no guards. Also, it wasn’t forbidden or even unusual for people to go from one state to the other on a regular basis. However, if they got involved in something at Kharabad, Harry’s connection to the British authorities in Bombay wouldn’t help them the slightest.

However, Blacksmith and the girls were heading right there, and they had to admit they were even more curious than Harry about what they wanted. Perhaps, they were following a lead to the abducted Europeans.

They returned to their horses and followed the track, knowing that their greater speed, plus the fact that Bodhi had grown up in Kharabad and knew the area, allowed them to leave the other group a head start.

Javoo patted the bag tied to his saddle. It contained ropes, some of the narcotic they had used on the black girl, and other things that might come handy for a plan that more and more began to form in Javoo’s head.

If they captured one of the girls, they could sure get all the information they needed out of her, if they were just persuasive enough.

***

Lilly wasn’t sure what was the worst about their current predicament. The fact that Ajala considered them – what? Pawns? Playthings? Trophies? Or the way she also liked to play her kinky side when she humiliated them?

However, what was really frightening was the casual way in which the Indians prepared for their expected visitors. Amal and Jeevan prepared a table and benches whilst Laya helped Ajala to put on a red and blue Sari interwoven with gold and some expensive jewellery. Then, the maid prepared some tea and fruits whilst Ajala told the men to put on their best attire, too.

All the time, Lavinia and Marguerite were suffering in their bonds, squirming and moaning, and Lilly had to watch, shackled and gagged, and couldn’t do the slightest to ease their pain. Now, Laya made her hold a tray in her bound hands and then placed cups filled with tea on them.

»You may serve our guests! And you better behave well, or they might consider you need some – extra training!«

Laya pointed at Lavinia and Marguerite, and Lilly shuddered. Then, she heard the sound of the automatic door, and then, there were the voices of several men speaking Hindi. Ajala rose from her bench, and then, Jeevan and Amal, both now wearing turbans and uniform jackets, led in a group of some 20 men, obviously all Indians.

Lilly couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but it was clear that Ajala introduced the bound and gagged Lavinia and Marguerite like an exotic pet, and the guests gathered around the girls and admired them. Lilly could see that more than one showed more than just academical interest, and one of them even cupped Lavinia’s breast. Ajala didn’t hinder him, she just said something and pointed at the table. The men sat down, and, on Laya’s order,  Lilly now walked from one to the next, so they could get a cup if they wanted. The man who had groped Lavinia touched her breast, too, and it took Lilly all her self-control not to drop her tray.

She then had nothing to do than to stand there and watch as Ajala and the men were obviously having a quite heated debate. She noticed that they all addressed her as »Sahib« and were respectful, though they obviously disagreed with her on some terms. After some hour, Ajala rose; obviously, there was a break in the negotiations, as she withdrew, whilst the men stood around, talking in groups.

More and more got attracted by the two scantily clad girls, though. They again gathered around them, and since it was obviously not forbidden, more and more also touched them. Lilly watched with horror as one pushed his fingers into Lavinia’s crotch rope, testing its tightness, whilst another one had taken off his shoe and massaged one of Marguerite’s breasts with his bare foot. The squealing and moaning seemed to spur their deviousness.

Lilly squealed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a man that looked quite young, despite his bushy beard. He said something to Laya who took the tray from Lilly and went away. Now, the man placed his hands on her breasts, massaging them. When she mewed and tried to shy away, he suddenly hissed in fluent English:

»Hold still! It has to look real!«

»Mmhhmm?«

Lilly looked up to him. His face didn’t look familiar to her, but he now showed a grin. Continuing to knead her breasts, he then whispered:

»I can’t talk much now, but maybe, you want to get out of this lovely place! Blink twice if you agree, girl!«

Without warning, he squeezed her nipples, and Lilly screamed into the cloth stuffing her mouth. Then, through her watering eyes, she noticed another man now walking away. Panting, she blinked twice, and the man reached into his jacket, producing something that looked like a silver bullet, but had the size of a man’s thumb.

To her amazement, he then put the thing in his mouth. Then, he put the dripping bullet in his palm and then, whilst his other hand still was groping her breast, she felt him push his fingers into the cloth covering her butt.

»Mmmhmm? Nnngg!«, she protested as he touched her cleft. Then, her eyes widened and she gasped as he carefully pushed the bullet into her anus, all the way in. He then tightened the cloth again and slapped her butt.

Just look inside of it once you are alone!«, he said, then strolling over to the other men. There was some laughing and muffled squealing, as they had found out about Lavinia’s ticklishness. Lilly panted, trying to cope with what had just happened. It felt so unreal, but the strange plug inside her rear reminded her that it had indeed just happened.

»If a pain in the ass is meant as a way of getting free, I will hardly get surprised by anything in the near future!«

***