Between Tradition and Modernity 8

»Just describe what you feel, Lavinia!«

Lilly stared at the redhead’s foot touching her pubic mound. Since she had to balance on one leg, Ajala had grabbed her knee, not only forcing her to stay in contact with Lilly, but also brushing over the back of her knee, so the ticklish Lavinia’s foot twitched, her petite toes brushing through Lilly’s pubic hair. She cringed from the humiliation, and finally, she gasped:

»Her – her hair! I-It’s just a thin strip of hair!«

She tried to pull her foot back, now that she had said it, but Ajala didn’t let her. Instead, much to Lilly’s dismay, she forced Lavinia’s toes between her legs.

»Now, feel your friend, Lavinia! If your toes are not sensitive enough, I can bring your mouth closer, so you can-«

»No!«

Lilly held her breath as she felt Lavinia’s toes brush over her labia. Ajala made her do so for what felt like an eternity. Then, she ordered her to confess that she and Lilly were built the same down there. Lilly could see the triumphant smile on Ajala’s face.

»Good! Now, you have repeated the basics! However, you are here to learn the difference between man and woman!«

Lavinia shook her head and bucked when she wanted to lead her over to Amal, and when she staggered and landed on her knees, Ajala scoffed:

»So, if you prefer exploring Amal’s body on your knees-«

Lavinia whimpered; then, she suddenly began:

»I-I know the d-difference!«

She then added a description of the male anatomy that lacked technical terms, but was more or less correct. Amal grinned when she described his penis as being like a finger, and Lilly had to admit that she would have giggled, too, had the circumstances been less terrifying. Ajala stepped close to the still kneeling Lavinia and caressed her hair.

»I am impressed, Lavinia! You indeed know a lot about the other sex! Maybe, you know enough that I can spare you – practical lessons!«

She tightened her grip at Lavinia’s scalp.

»Now, tell me what will happen if you start kissing Amal’s best piece – tell me, or show me!«

She forced Lavinia to move an inch or two closer to Amal who, despite the topic, still looked relaxed, and the redhead hastily gave a description of male arousal, followed by what would happen if man and woman were together. Ajala let the other’s hair go, and Lavinia sank back, bringing more distance between herself and where she presumed Amal was, but she continued talking. Ajala made a gesture, and Amal shrugged and put his loincloth back on. Then, she took her cane, put the tip under Lavinia’s chin and forced the blindfolded girl to raise her head.

»That was quite – vivid, Lavinia! It seems that Amal won’t have to touch you in the way you just described!«

Lavinia let out a fluttering breath of relief, and Ajala added:

»Under one condition!«

She waited until Lavinia had turned her face towards her before she continued:

»You have to tell me why you know so well how physical love works! Sure, you haven’t been taught that by your Aja or Governess!«

Now, Lavinia panted, and Ajala asked, like she was a teacher who had caught a pupil trying to cheat in an exam:

»Is it possible that you know from experience, Lavinia? That you are no longer a virgin?«

Lavinia lowered her head, her shoulders twitching as she silently sobbed. Lilly couldn’t help staring at her. Now, it made sense that Lavinia had dodged her question why she had left England for India. Obviously, there had been a romantic interlude back in Britain, and to avoid a scandal, Lavinia had been sent to her father in Bombay.

Ajala ordered Lavinia to be gagged; then, she and Marguerite were grabbed by their ankles by Amal and Jeevan who then forced them into a very humiliating position: both girls’ legs were spread, and they were pushed together, so their pubic areas touched, and each girl’s upper body was trapped between the other’s legs. Their ankles were then tied to the unwilling partner’s neck, and they were left to squirm in the sand, trying to cope with the intimate contact between their legs. Lilly protested through her gag, and Ajala approached her with a scarf.

»Oh, right, you sure don’t want to see that all night!«

She blindfolded Lilly before she said something to the other Indians. Then, Lilly could hear vanishing footsteps and some chatting, before she was alone with the rustling and occasional sighing and aching from her fellow captives.

***

The small dose of the narcotic Sayana had to inhale on each breath she took kept her in a slightly relaxed state, but at the same time, it seemed to sharpen her sense of feeling. The hands of the man on her body felt as if they had miraculously doubled, though when she concentrated, she realized that he was still alone with her.

Her captor was quite the opposite of experienced, but somehow, his curiosity, even his slight clumsiness had something intriguing, and Sayana more and more was able to simply enjoy what he did to her. Though she was helplessly bound, gagged and blindfolded, he seemed shy, and his hand still hadn’t dared to get between her legs, though she had felt his fingers massage her belly button, and occasionally, they had touched her pubic hair.

A tingle radiated through her body, and Sayana sighed with anticipation. At the same time, she could feel something else, equally pleasant, but different: the growing of her powers. She could also feel the familiar heat inside her, and she wondered why the man didn’t react to it.

»Perhaps, he really is that inexperienced that he thinks this is normal!«

Sayana could feel the man’s finger now gently brush through her pubic hair, and she knew that soon, very soon, she would feel them where she wanted to feel them the most. However, this would leave her with an almost ridiculous choice – as long as she still was capable of rational choices!

Whilst sexual stimulation had a strengthening effect on her powers, if she climaxed, they would intensify the effect (Sayana had to bite down hard on her gag to not rear up with anticipation!) – but her exhaustion afterwards would also been stronger. If the man made her cum, she would not be able to do anything for quite some time, and she was not here for her own pleasure.

So, Sayana once again bit down on her damp and dense loincloth, forced herself to swallow her saliva filtered by it, and thought of the fact that her captors wanted to do harm to her friends. It helped her to calm down, and when the man now massaged her labia, she still was able to consider what to do next.

The blindfold and the gag were problems, as she could neither focus the man nor utter a spell; in addition, Sayana also didn’t want to  harm him, for she could feel he wasn’t really a bad person.

»Focus!«, she told herself as she felt his finger now touch her clit, instinctively massaging it. She wriggled her hips to intensify the touch, and the man felt what she wanted. Heavier blissful strays shot through her loins, she felt as if she was burning from inside-

»Uuuhrrrrmmmmm!«

Just before she would have reached the peak, Sayana pulled on her bonds with all her might. She felt her wrist ties tear, and the sticks her ankles were tied to were pulled from the earth. She heard a surprised cough from the man, then, she had risen her legs and kicked against his chest, sending him to the ground several feet away.

Feeling her powers vanish, Sayana quickly freed herself rom the ropes and tore the blindfold from her eyes. The pads fell from her eyes and she blinked, seeing the perplexed man, and Indian, try to get to his feet. Sayana forced herself to get on all fours and, staring at him with widened eyes, she growled through her gag. With a shriek, the man threw himself on the earth, covering his head with his arms.

Not taking her time to ungag herself, Sayana staggered into the bushes, knowing that she had to use every second it would take the man to recover from his fear to get a head start.

***

»Don’t you dare turning around!«

Daisy, only clad in her white lacy panties, stepped into the water and made an inviting gesture towards Nesrin, who, also stripped down to her white and purple panties, stood at the side of the brook with her arms crossed in front of her breasts. Then, she added in a whisper, and speaking French:

»Come on, it was your idea!«

With a sigh, Nesrin followed her to a place where the water reached to her belly button and to the taller Daisy’s hips. She sank down before she lowered her arms, anxiously looking around whilst Daisy began to soap herself.

»Relax! He will definitely not turn around!«

Daisy pointed at the rock beside which they could see the back of Blacksmith’s head, together with a bit of his back. Nesrin smiled wryly and rose, blushing when she saw the effect the cold water had had on her nipples. Reluctantly, she took the soap and began to wash herself.

It had indeed been her idea, though Daisy had added the detail of them going into the water nearly naked.

»If this won’t raise attention, then, I don’t know! And besides, Johnny has already seen everything we’ve got to offer!«

It was true, and Blacksmith had indeed tried to look on Daisy only when they had taken off their clothes. And yet, Nesrin not only felt scared, but also embarrassed. Then, her eyes widened as Daisy suddenly grabbed her shoulders and stepped so close that the tips of their breasts touched.

»There is someone! Hug me, Johnny needs a little distraction!«

Forcing herself to not look over her shoulder, Nesrin obeyed, and she felt how their breasts now were pressed together as Daisy brushed over her back. Then, there was the sound of steps, followed by a surprised gasp and a thud.

»I’ve got him! And it seems he came alone!«

On the other side of the brook stood blacksmith, in his hands his revolver and the club he had used to knock out the man to his feet. He grinned towards the two bathing beauties that stood there, hugging each other.

»Now, get into something decent whilst I take care of this guy!«

Nesrin could almost feel his eyes on her panty-clad butt when they walked towards the rock where they wrapped their still wet bodies in two blankets. Daisy patted the shoulder of the dummy they had built from some of Blacksmith’s clothes and parts of the tent.

»A true gentleman, he really didn’t turn his head!«

A minute later, Blacksmith appeared, forcing a bearded man to stumble to the place where the girls were waiting. Daisy had taken the rifle, but Nesrin just sat there, wrapped from neck to toe in her blanket. Blacksmith had disarmed the man, taken his shoes and tied his hands behind his back, but she still felt scared by his presence.

»Do you speak English?«, Blacksmith asked the man who had regained his consciousness, but obviously still suffered from the blow to his head. He turned his head towards the Lieutenant and spat:

»Better than the other bitch!«

»Language!«, Blacksmith ordered, emphasizing his critique with a kick to the man’s ribs. Javoo grunted and glanced at him, feeling angry at himself for having been so silly. He had been so fascinated by the two bathing girls in just the little bits of nothings around their hips that he had realized too late that it had been a trap. However, he still had an ace up his sleeve:

»That – friend of yours! She’s with my comrade – and if I won’t be back within an hour, he will kill her! So, you better let me go immediately!«

Javoo was bluffing, but he knew that his opponents couldn’t know that. However, whilst the girls exchanged a worried look, Blacksmith remained calm.

»If he does so, you and he will be next – and I have learned a thing or two about not doing things all too fast and painless!«

Daisy shuddered. This wasn’t the friendly young man, or the boyish man she had introduced in some of the secrets of love. This was the battle-hardened soldier who wasn’t threatened easily. Somehow, it felt appalling and intriguing at the same time.

The Indian sat up, looked at her, and seemed to recognize her.

»Two days ago, you paid me to abduct the one I have now! So, since you got what you wanted, and Harry even gave you your money back, why don’t you call it a day?«

Blacksmith avoided looking at Daisy when he heard that. He couldn’t hide from Javoo he had landed a hit, but he still wanted to act as if he had the upper hand.

»Did Harry send you?«

The Indian spat, and Blacksmith said towards the girls:

»Light a fire – and once it is hot enough, I’ll ask him again!«

Javoo wasn’t a coward, but he had also no intention to suffer for keeping an information his opponent could guess anyway.

»Harry doesn’t care much about one of you changing his mind about how to treat his servants! However, he cares about the commotion the abduction of three English Ladies has caused! All tracks lead to Kharabad, and that’s where we are now! So, whatever you are doing, don’t pretend that you were just collecting flowers!«

He managed to remain cool when Blacksmith drew his knife. To the surprise of him and the girls, he cut Javoo’s ties and then threw him his boots.

»Put them on!«

Javoo obeyed, feeling for the knife he had hidden there, only to find out that it was no longer at its place. He looked at Blacksmith who watched him at gunpoint.

»Since you came on foot, I guess your hideout isn’t too far! So, we will go there, you’ll set Sayana free, and then, we will get back here, together with your horses!«

»What if I refuse?«, Javoo asked, rather rhetorically. Blacksmith scoffed.

»Then, we will see how fast you can walk with a bullet in your kneecap! However, you might be more willing to do what I say! If you help us to set the abducted Ladies free, you may return to Harry and tell him this problem is solved. He might be very grateful for this information – and also, I am only interested in the Ladies! So, if the abductors have any additional loot, this will be yours, too!«

One could almost see the cogs in Javoo’s head turn before he nodded and got to his feet. Daisy, the blanket around her body, approached Blacksmith.

»Can you wait on the road, please? Nesrin and I will be ready in five minutes!«

Blacksmith shook his head. Not taking an eye from Javoo, he put his arm around the girl.

»I have to go on my own! I guess they only have their horses, and if Sayana’s to weakened to ride, these two will have to walk whilst I take the horses! We will be back before the dark!«

He kissed her lips before she could protest; then, he directed Javoo away from their camp, not turning his head. All he had just said was true, but it wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want the girls to accompany him.

If they had hurt Sayana, they would pay – and he didn’t want Daisy to see him do what he would have to do then.

Daisy looked after him since she could no longer see his back; then, she showed her middle finger to the dummy still sitting beside the rock and looked at Nesrin.

»Men, hm?«

Nesrin scoffed. They managed to start a small campfire and then, still wrapped in their blankets, they took off their still damp panties to dry them. They still had the second rifle, and also, the immediate threat was banned, since they had captured one of Sayana’s kidnappers and Blacksmith would soon have freed their friend.

»If Johnny’s plan works out, we have Sayana back, plus these two thugs on our side! It isn’t much, but we are better off than hours before!«

***

When hiding the bullet, Lilly hadn’t been able to bring herself to push it back into her rear; instead, she had just place it in her cleft and hoped for the best. So, the first step to freedom had been quite easy, since all she had to do was to crouch, allow the bullet to drop to the ground and then hide it under her foot. She could feel the metal under her sole, and she concentrated on the sounds around her.

Marguerite and Lavinia were still coping with their embarrassing position, with their labia grinding against each other on every move, like the perverse parody of a kiss. They had stopped moaning, but occasionally, they rustled and ached when they shifted their position.

Lilly, however, was more interested in where their captors were. She could hear the Sitar from some distance, and she hoped that all four had withdrawn, allowing her to work on her bonds. She had tried to shake off the blindfold, but to no avail.

»Well, if I fail because they see me, or because I don’t even try, the result will be the same!«

To get the bullet to her hands, Lilly once again went to her knees. Then, she opened her thighs, knowing that if Jeevan or Amal had decided to watch the three naked captives instead, she was literally offering an inside view of herself.

After some squirming and distorting, she could feel the metal cylinder in her hands. Again, Lilly paused, and when she couldn’t hear anyone, she opened it and with some difficulties, she managed to open the pen knife.

The blade was less than two inches long, and though she was only tied with a scarf, the material wasn’t too easy to cut. Lilly felt sweat run down her body, and she paused whenever she heard anything that sounded like a sound from one of their captors.

»Mph!«

After what seemed like an eternity, Lilly felt her wrist tie loosen. Once she had freed her ankles, too, she forced herself to breathe until she felt calmer; then, she carefully reached for her blindfold and lifted it a bit, ready to place her hands behind the column if someone approached.

To her surprise, it had turned dark already, and only one lantern had been left at their pavilion. Lilly got up and looked around, cursing her short-sightedness. There was a light coming from one of the adjacent pavilions, and she could hear faint talking. Lilly took a deep breath. The other pavilion was some 20 or 30 yards away, and since it was brighter lit than theirs, their captors would perhaps not be able to se what they were doing.

She undid her blindfold and gag, then, she crawled over to Lavinia and Marguerite, and since she had reached the point where Lavinia’s head and Marguerite’s feet were, she pressed one hand on the redhead’s gagged mouth and removed her blindfold with the other.

»Mmrrrhhhmmm!«

»Lavinia, it’s me! I’ll free you both, but if you are not sure if you can remain calm, leave the gag in! Okay?«

Lilly had forgotten that the phrase »okay« wasn’t common in 1860, but obviously, Lavinia understood, for she quietly moaned and nodded. Marguerite, who had recognized Lilly’s voice, got a little excited, and she removed her blindfold, too, repeating her whispered warning in French. Then, she cut the scarves tying the blonde’s neck to Lavinia’s feet. Once she had cut loose the other’s feet, too, both girls immediately brought some distance between their crotches. Lilly looked at the pavilion, and her heart passed a beat when she saw someone walk. However, the person (Lilly guessed it was Amal) just changed his seat.

Lilly once again repeated her warning before she ungagged her friends and removed their ties. Marguerite hugged her, oppressing her sobs, whilst Lavinia sat there, her hands pressed on her mouth. Lilly went to her and put one arm around her.

»Lavinia, Dear, there are still a few steps between us and your next tea party with your friends!«

After a few moments, the redhead gulped and nodded.

»Thank you!«, she breathed.

The girls used their blindfolds to tie around their hips, as a helpless try to feel a little more decent. Then, Lilly searched for the lockpicks and grabbed the knife as if it was a veritable weapon. Looking at the pavilion, they decided to go the other way round the pond; the distance was longer, but they wouldn’t have to pass their captors.

»Do you think you can open the door?«

Lilly looked at the two makeshift keys that looked as impressive as the pen knife. And yet, the latter had brought them this far.

»We will find out soon!«

They sneaked forward, rounding the pond, and then, they could see the gap leading to the locked door. Suddenly, Marguerite gasped and pointed to the door. There, hidden by a bush, someone was sitting. Lilly oppressed a curse.

»It’s Laya!«

Lavinia, who had better eyes than Lilly, had recognized the light green Saree. Lilly looked at the tiny knife. She doubted that even a trained soldier would have been able to kill with it. However, they were three against one, and it was their only chance!

Obviously, the others had accepted her as their leader, for they followed Lilly as she carefully sneaked towards Laya from behind. The maid was sitting there, small clouds and the smell of perfumed tobacco indicating she was enjoying a Hookah.

Lilly held her breath and sneaked forward, inch after inch. She could already see a few single hairs that had escaped the Indian’s braid. Tensing her muscles, Lilly darted forward, slung one arm around Laya’s neck and held the small blade to her neck.

»No sound, or-«

Before Lilly could finish her threat, she felt a grip on her arm, and one moment later, she was thrown over Laya’s shoulder by the Indian. Lilly hit the ground, only to hear the maid yell something in Hindi that would soon alert her comrades.

»You beast!«

It was Lavinia who now threw herself on Laya. Her attack lacked grace and skill, but it distracted the Indian. Lilly came to her feet and jumped towards Marguerite.

»Come!«

Behind them, the high-pitched noises of the two fighting girls ceased as the two others ran into the darkness, away from Laya, but also away from the only exit.

***

At their fire, Daisy and Nesrin had relaxed a bit. They were sitting side by side, their blankets gaping so the warmth could reach their bodies, and they were talking about their childhood, avoiding more dire topics, or their relationships to people from another century. Occasionally, they even laughed during the conversation, and Nesrin finally got up.

»I’ll check if our panties are dry now!«

They had hung these aside a bit, so they hadn’t to stare at their underwear all the time. Now, the clothesline was empty, and Nesrin groaned.

»Oh no, I hope they didn’t land in the dirt!«

»Looking for these?«

Nesrin shrieked as someone stepped around the rock. In his left, he held the two dangling panties, but she was more focussed on the revolver in his right.

Daisy saw the man and wanted to grab the rifle, but he just shook his head.

»Don’t force me to hurt you!«

He spoke calm, and his English was fluent, but he was definitely an Indian. The man wore plain clothes, and he was surprisingly small for a man, not measuring more than 5’3’’. However, he didn’t look as if he didn’t know how to use his gun, or the huge curved knife dangling from his belt.

»Now, please, get to your knees and fold your hands behind your heads!«

The girls stood side by side, each grabbing the blanket close at her front. When none of them obeyed the man’s order, he silently cocked his revolver. Daisy began:

»Listen, we won’t try anything – it’s just, we are not wearing anything underneath these blankets!«

Not lowering his gun, the man raised an eyebrow, and his lips showed the glimpse of a smile.

»I think I can stand the view!«

Daisy tried another approach:

»Soon, there will be some men returning to our camp! Armed men, and they should be here any minute now!«

The Indian looked as impressed as if she had told someone who didn’t care about football about the latest successes of her favourite club. After a few moments of silence, Daisy cursed in French, let the blanket slide from her shoulders and knelt, her hands behind her head. She sat straight and almost provocatively thrust out her boobs. Nesrin sighed and knelt beside her, blushing as she had to expose her nude body to the man. He now smiled and stepped closer. If he liked what he saw, he didn’t show more than just his polite facade.

»I think what you said about the men coming back soon wasn’t a lie – so, I shall better take care that I am in a good position for negotiations if they do!«

Not taking an eye from them, he placed the two pairs of panties on the rock. Then, he grabbed a coiled leather rope from the ground and stepped behind the girls.

***

Sayana wheezed as she panted through her nose, and her sides ached from the fast running. She had still not dared to stop to remove her gag, and she had been exhausted before. Her body seemed angry about the orgasm she had denied herself, and she was staggering more than she was running when she heard the man get closer, shouting curses in Indian after her.

She didn’t see the branch she hit with her foot, and with a muffled cry, Sayana landed on the ground. When she brought herself to her feet, she could see a pair of boots right in front of her, and when she looked up, she could see the bearded face of another Indian.

»Sayana? Oh my God!«

The Indian suddenly landed on all fours, pushed from behind by a man she now recognized as Johnny Blacksmith. The very moment the other man stumbled to the little group, the Lieutenant raised his revolver, his face a mask of sheer hatred.

»What! Have! You! Bastards! Done! To! Her?«

To him, the picture told its own story: Sayana was naked, with a cloth covering her lower face, and the man who had been chasing her looked as if- well, as if he had tried to have his way with her! He cocked his weapon and calmly aimed at the man’s crotch.

»Uuhhmmph! Nnnnnggg!«

Sayana jumped to her feet, vigorously shaking her head. Blacksmith gulped, but in a calm voice, he ordered:

»Get out of my way! These bastards don’t deserve better!«

»Mmhrrrmm!«

Now, Sayana, without allowing him to fire, ripped the cloth from her mouth and then fought to get the second one from between her lips. Retching and panting, she finally worked the loincloth from her mouth, followed by some saliva that ran over her chin.

»He- He d-didn’t do a-anything!«

The effort of croaking this sentence was too much for the exhausted woman, and she sank to her knees. Blacksmith looked at her, still aiming at the two Indians.

»It doesn’t look as if they didn’t do – anything!«

Sayana reached over to Bodhi, touching his foot. Looking up at Blacksmith, she breathed:

»He- doesn’t deserve – to die! Please, Johnny!«

»I-I didn’t hurt her!«, Bodhi now added. Blacksmith frowned, but at least, he lowered his revolver, though he still glanced at them. He started to say something in Hindi to his comrade, but Blacksmith rudely interrupted him in the same language. Sayana now fought herself back on her feet and leaned against him.

»Johnny, I am glad you are here, but they didn’t hurt me! So, you have no reason to hurt them, let alone killing them!«

»You are naked!«

He ordered Bodhi to hand over his jacket and once Sayana had put it on, she again assured him that these two had indeed abducted her, but not done anything more. Blacksmith still wasn’t sure about that, but he didn’t want to doubt his great-grandaunt’s word in front of these two.

So, he just made them return to their horses where Sayana could put on her trousers and boots. The loincloth, that was still wet with her saliva, she put into her pocket. Blacksmith made her mount one of the horses and towed it to the other one he rode himself whilst Bodhi and Javoo had to walk in front of them.

He gave her a quick summary of what had happened in the meantime, ending with pointing at the two Indians.

»Somehow, these two low lives are our allies now! Allies!«, he scoffed, before adding:

»I use that word ever so loosely!«

***