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SYNOPSIS
Captives Of The Colonel by Charles Graham
Two demure and inexperienced Englishwomen, Arabella and Belinda, are traveling to India in 1876; Arabella to join her husband, the Colonel; and Belinda to be reconciled with Captain Adams, the fiance she rejected. When their trip is delayed, the two foolishly set off on their own and are accosted by a band of ruthless rebels. Stripped, bound and taken captive, they are at the mercy of the dethroned prince Razak. Until a huge ransom is paid, they will serve him and his men as chained and collared slaves.
Taken to Razak's tent, Belinda is whipped and aroused, then forced to submit his ruthless domination, satisfying him like a common whore. Arabella, meanwhile, is trained as a slave. Though she swears she will not submit, the painful bite of a switch across her naked flesh proves her wrong. In one short week, the two are turned into obedient and fiercely-hot slavesgirls. At a feast for the rebels, their newly-acquired skills are tested as they pleasure whoever wishes to enjoy their charms. Shamed by their own lust, their only hope is that the ransom will soon be paid.
However, when Belinda's jilted lover Captain Adams arrives and sees what the two women have become, he hatches a plan of his own. He ransoms Arabella, buys a slavegirl for himself, and in an act of revenge, leaves Belinda to Razak and his men. Should Arabella tell the Colonel of his treachery, Adams will tell him of her disgraceful sexual submission. Though she's back with her loving husband, she spends her nights as the helpless sexual toy of Adams and his companions.
When a pierced and collared Belinda is found on the auction block in the local marketplace, Arabella and Colonel Mayhew rescue her from the worst of fates. But with Belinda returned, Arabella's lies about her captivity unravel. As Englishwomen, so easily turned from delicate ladies into groveling slaves, they are a liability in this rough country. With the men in their lives both titillated and threatened by their raw sexuality, the chance that their lives can return to normal looks more unlikely every day.
An engaging story with heavy S&M content throughout, including bondage, brutal whippings, punishment, slave training, branding, piercing, chains, collars, shackles, some F/m, slave auctions and non-consensual sexuality.
EXTRACT
Chapter One
Port of Kalipar, India – March 3, 1876
The bearded Indian soldier wearing the uniform of a Sergeant in the British Indian Army
spread his hands wide, palms up, in a gesture of apology, “I am very sorry, Memsahibs,” he
murmured softly. “But there is nothing I can do. The escorted convoy to Peshlara left two
days ago and there will not be another for a month.”
“A month,” the taller and older of the two young women before him exclaimed angrily. “We
cannot wait here for a month. It’s quite ridiculous. Don’t you know who I am? My husband
is Colonel Mayhew of the 17th Lancers based at Peshlara, and my companion is the
fiancée of one of the Captains of the Regiment. We are in a hurry and must leave at
once, and you, my good man, must help us.”
“I understand, Memsahib,” the Sergeant replied, “but you must understand, too. I have no
troops to escort you until the return convoy arrives, so you have no choice but to wait.”
Arabella Mayhew drew herself up to her full height of five feet seven inches and allowed
a cold expression to mar her pretty face. “Oh, is that so?” she said waspishly. “Well, we
will see about that. I am sure that my friend and I will be able to find someone to guide
us to Peshlara, without your help.”
A deep frown wrinkled the soldier’s brow. “That might be unwise, Memsahib,” he
cautioned. “There are still bandits and worse in the hills; and, for two young English
Memsahibs travelling without an escort, it could be dangerous.”
“Then give us an escort,” Arabella retorted tartly, and the harassed Sergeant could only
shrug his shoulders in defeat.
“I cannot, Memsahib,” he repeated. “Not for a month.”
Arabella turned away, “Come along, Belinda. There is nothing for us here. We shall make
our own arrangements; and, when we arrive in Peshlara, I shall see that my husband hears
of this Sergeant’s refusal to assist us.”
Belinda Wallace hesitated then followed her friend out into the heat and dust of the
Indian port at which their ship had arrived that morning. “That soldier seemed a little
worried about us travelling alone, Arabella,” she ventured. “Maybe we should wait.”
“What? For a month? I don’t know about you, but I’ve waited a long time to see my
husband, and I don’t intend to wait for some unnecessary escort. After all, the mutiny was
twenty years ago. India is peaceful now, and I don’t believe all that nonsense about
bandits in the hills. The Army will have put a stop to all that years ago.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re right, Arabella,” Belinda agreed, her red lips curving into an
attractive smile. “I can’t wait to see Philip again. He’ll be so surprised when he sees me
and I tell him that I’ve changed my mind and I will marry him after all. When I turned him
down, he stormed out and said he was going to go to India with the Regiment and meant to
forget all about me, but I know my Philip. He loves me madly, and I think I may even love
him; but, even if I don’t, I’ll marry him and make him a good wife because I do like him a
lot, and he is rather handsome.”
“As good a reason for marriage as any,” Arabella chuckled. “I married Randolph because
he was charming and well bred and comfortably off. I liked him then and I still do, but he
is very set in his ways and a tiny bit pompous, I’m afraid.”
“Philip’s thirty, seven years older than me,” Belinda replied. “But your Randolph is
quite a bit older than that, isn’t he?”
“Mm, yes. He’s forty one to my twenty six,” Arabella agreed. “I sometimes think it’s too
wide a gap, but at least he’s kind to me, and he is still very..ah..active if you
understand me.”
Belinda flushed. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. Men can be really insistent if we
women let them. I always had to keep Philip very firmly rationed; otherwise, he’d never
have let me out of bed. After we became engaged, I mean. I wouldn’t let him do anything
before, of course.”
“Of course not,” Arabella nodded firmly. “It is just as important to observe the
proprieties in love as it is in polite society. We are living in the 1870’s after all, not
the Dark Ages.”
“Quite right,” Belinda smiled her agreement and turned her mind to the matter in hand.
“Now then, Arabella, how are we going to find someone to guide us to Peshlara?”
“Well, it can’t be that difficult,” the brunette said. “Randolph always tells me that
all you have to do in India is find what he calls a middle-man. Every town has at least
one and once you find him and offer a little money, anything is possible. So, come along,
dear, let us go and find our middle-man and arrange a guide.”
Side by side and secure in their unfounded belief that the vast sub-continent of India
was completely safe, Arabella Mayhew and Belinda Wallace set off in search of a guide to
lead them across the hundreds of miles of plains and mountains separating them from their
partners, never suspecting that ahead of them lay an ordeal that would change forever the
whole course of their entire lives.
