Kate and Julia: Abducted in India by Lindsey Brooks Page A

in the water and no longer moving towards her. The breath she had been holding escaped in a rush just as the girl who had admitted them to the zenana , along with another, entered the bathhouse. One of them carried a small bundle that she laid on the marble bench before joining the other in removing her revealing garments. It did not take long.
    Shocked once more, Julia watched them slide their lithe, brown bodies into the water and take up position on either side of Jahngir. His big, muscled arms encircled their waists.
    “Afia will help you bathe,” he said, giving the girl who had answered the door a gentle push towards her.
    “No,” Julia cried, clutching her arms more tightly around herself.
    “I can manage alone.”
    The girl stopped with a questioning glance at Jahngir, and at his nod held out a sponge to Julia. Heart thumping, she snatched it and pressed it between her breasts. Apparently indifferent, the Pathan turned to the two girls. One began rubbing a sponge over his back while the other, Afia, ran her wet hands up his belly and through the springy hair on his chest.
    Julia stared, muscles tense and every nerve strung tight. The girls stood very close to the man, completely untroubled that their bare breasts continually came into contact with his skin or that his big hands were sliding over their naked buttocks and bellies as they worked. Was this what it meant to be a slave girl, Julia wondered, her mind a whirl. A moment later, it spun so fast she thought she would faint.
    Jahngir had moved to shallower water, revealing again the flat hardness of his stomach and the bunched muscles of his thighs. The brown-skinned, snake-like thing at his groin was no longer hanging down but curving boldly upwards. And it had grown. Oh my, how it had grown!
    Stunned and feeling slightly sick, Julia watched Afia reach out, curl her fingers around the thick shaft and draw the skin fully back from the dark-pink, plum-shaped swelling of its tip. Jahngir gave a sigh and eased himself down onto the pool’s steps with the water lapping around his calves. The two native girls sat at either side of him, and the second girl added her hand to Afia’s in rubbing slowly up and down on the grossly enlarged penis.
    Julia snapped her eyes tight shut. She was not so innocent that she knew nothing about sex. Girls at school had talked about it, and she was country bred. She had seen animals mating, though of course she had never watched closely. Her mother had given her a lecture when she was seventeen explaining that men had certain desires she would need to fulfil when she married. These unsavoury urges came upon them irregularly and unpredictably, but satisfying them was one of the inescapable duties of a wife. Julia had been informed it was not the most pleasant of tasks and not one she should expect to enjoy. Indulging any urges of a similar nature that she might experience was not the sort of thing expected from a well-bred young lady and did not speak well of her character. Such excesses were only for a certain type of woman of much lower moral standing.
    Julia had taken the lecture very much to heart. What young girl with respect for her mother’s opinions would not? And she had indeed been indulging urges just like those her mother had mentioned for some time with the aid of her fingers. That had changed after their talk.
    Understanding that no responsible young woman would act so reprehensibly, Julia had suppressed her unwholesome passions. If they went against convention, they were not for her, however nice the tickling and tingling she could create between her legs might be. Most of the time she was able to resist, but occasionally she had given in to the undisciplined side of her nature, only to find herself feeling guilty and embarrassed afterwards.
    She was feeling just that way at that very moment. To her intense shame and surprise, the sight of Jahngir Khan’s muscular body and her brief glimpse of his very upright