Pam-Ann (14 page)

Pam’s gut knotted. She was
suddenly aware of Daisy’s warm, naked body pressing down on hers
and the strong scent of female as she stared at the girl’s slightly
parted sex-lips poised above her face and the gleaming,
white-tipped, pink button of her clitoris peeping from under its
hood.

“Down, Tania,” the blonde
mistress said. “Get your fingers in me and those luscious lips on
my clit. Milly, kneel behind, and I want to feel your tongue really
deep in my bum or I’ll tit-whip you for more than playing with
yourself. Now, you lovebirds, I want to see some enthusiasm. If
you’re not coming by the time I am, you’re going to regret it. And
if I see so much as a glimpse of those dildos before I order it
you’ll regret that too, so pinch those pretty puckers tight. Eve,
come closer if you want a good look.”

The tall, fair-haired bodyguard
loomed over Pam a few seconds later. Her leather trousers were
tight, moulding themselves to the prominent crescents of her
sex-lips, which were firmly separated by the seam of the garment.
She gave Pam a smile and a wink.

The American girl shuddered.
This was all wrong. She had never felt attracted to other women,
yet her belly was quivering with excitement and her pussy with
drug-induced arousal. She could not help it. Eve’s fingers strayed
to the crotch of her trousers. Pam turned her head away and her
cheek pressed into the warm softness of Daisy’s right inner thigh.
The girl’s sex was close enough to feel its radiant heat, and her
warm breath was caressing Pam’s tingling pussy-lips.

“Go on then,” Persephone ordered
impatiently.

Daisy’s lips closed firmly on
Pam’s
bud and the slave girl’s
sex sank
towards her, brushing her mouth. Torn between her natural aversion
and the desire the drug was creating, Pam hesitated. Pleasure
surged as Daisy sucked hard. Sparkling delight made Pam’s belly
ripple. She thrust her tongue between the slave girl’s pouting
pussy-lips and lapped greedily.

Though the girls tried hard, Pam
had known from the start it would be hopeless. Nibbling Daisy’s
inner petals while the girl’s tickling tongue slathered over the
entrance to her sheath, she was still building to her climax when
Persephone gave several little cries and a long, sighing groan of
fulfilment. Moments later, flushed and panting the two slaves were
on their feet before her.

“Lazy bitches. What did I tell
you? Why didn’t you come? You’re no better at fucking than you are
at fetching and carrying.” She lifted the hazel rod. “Well, I
warned you.”

Pam suffered her wrath first,
forced onto her back on the bed, her head and shoulders over one
edge with Eve kneeling on the floor and pulling her arms vertically
down behind her.

“Sorry, lover, she’s the boss,”
the girl whispered, as Milly and Tania knelt at either side of
Pam’s hips. The slaves each lifted one of her legs towards the
ceiling, wrapped their arms around them at the knees and drew them
wide. Terror made her squirm uselessly against the tight holds. In
such a position there could be only two possible targets for the
hazel rod that Persephone raised to strike.

“Oh, no!” All trace of arousal
vanished in a single, heart-stopping moment.

The blonde’s wicked grin
widened. She lashed the rod downwards.

“Ooh! Oh, God!” Searing,
scalding torment accompanied the smack of the stiff wood impacting
soft skin and firm muscle on the inside of Pam’s right thigh. If
Persephone had laid a red-hot poker to the sensitive flesh Pam was
sure it could not have hurt her more. Almost at once a second blow
made her cry out and her eyes water as another streak of fire
scorched through her tender thigh. The wicked blonde laid on four
more with equal ferocity. Pam shrieked and writhed in torment, but
the girls holding her tightly did not permit her to evade the cruel
cuts. If they had, they would doubtless have taken her place.

“Do you still feel like fucking
your new lover?” Persephone demanded. She was no more than a blur
through Pam’s tears.

“No! No, Mistress!”

“Do you want another six on the
other thigh?”

“No! Oh, please no!”

Persephone giggled. “Well tough,
’cause that’s what you’re going to get.”

The tapered hazel, as thick as
her forefinger, lashed Pam’s delicate flesh again, scoring fire
deep into her left inner thigh. Bucking and twisting ever more
frantically, amid the agony of another biting stroke, Pam let her
clenched sphincter loosen. At once the hard rubber dildo crammed
into her bowels slipped out, rolled to the edge of the bed and
landed with a gentle thud on the carpeted floor.

“You disobedient slut,”
Persephone shouted. She swung the rod hard and the torment of its
impact made Pam’s head spin and lights flash before her eyes.
Before her shrieks had died she found herself on her knees on the
floor with the blonde jabbing the tip of the hazel into her left
tit.

“Straighten your back, you
worthless bitch. And you should be glad I still have a use for your
pussy or I’d have given it a half-dozen for that piece of
impertinence.”

Pam
was
glad, for she had
thought that had been Persephone’s intention from the start. It was
scant consolation with the deep-red ridges the rod had raised on
her thighs blazing and throbbing.

“We’ll see what your overseer
has to say about it after I’ve dealt with Pussy,” the blonde said,
and Pam’s belly clenched tight. If Christine reported her, would
she be allowed to remain on the airship? She might have just lost
any chance of getting home.

Pale faced and trembling and
with her eyes already glistening with unshed tears Daisy meekly lay
on the bed, as Pam had, and Eve pinned her arms while Milly and
Tania lifted and spread her legs. Persephone’s eyes glittered like
emeralds. Her glossy lips stretched, baring sharp, white teeth in a
cruelly menacing smile.

“You’d better pinch your arse
tighter than your lover did, Pussy, or you’ll get the same thing
she’s going to.” She slashed the first strike onto Daisy’s right
thigh.

The girl held out under the
weight of two further blows before her cry drowned out the meaty
sound of the hazel biting soft flesh. Despite Persephone’s threat,
she could not stop the dildo emerging from her rear as she
struggled frenziedly under the savage strokes. She shrieked from
the last one and writhed so wildly Pam feared Daisy would dislocate
a hip or shoulder in the unrelenting grip of her tormentors.
Moments later she was on the floor beside Pam, shivering and
sobbing as much as the American girl.

Persephone tossed the rod on the
bed, and Tania took it and the willow she had thrown down earlier
and put them away. It did nothing to calm Pam’s fears.

“Eve, find a stewardess. Tell
her I want the sluts’ overseer here now.” As the bodyguard left,
Persephone looked down at the kneeling girls, her cruel smile
playing over her lips. “Milly, stop playing with your pussy and
come and play with mine.”

The petite blonde slave, whose
hands had been nowhere near her sex, scampered to her knees before
her Mistress. Persephone stood in silence, tapping an expensively
sandaled foot impatiently and idly rolling her nipples between her
fingers and thumbs while the slave licked her Mistress’s engorged
bud.

Several nerve-racking minutes
passed before the door opened and Eve entered with Christine
following. Her eyes widened as she saw the two slaves kneeling on
the floor.

Persephone pushed Milly aside,
turned and plucked the short cane, the symbol of the overseer’s
authority, from her hand. “Get that off.” She pointed the cane at
Christine’s loincloth.

The woman let it fall, revealing
a hairless mons and a slit with barely a trace of a hood at its
apex. Persephone reached out and, to the older woman’s obvious
discomfiture, cupped her full breasts in her hands. They were more
oval than round, still standing out from her chest but sagging
slightly to right and left. The blonde mistress thumbed their
pinkish-brown nipples. “Hmm.” She let go and walked around behind
Christine, and from the woman’s sudden stiffening Pam guessed
Persephone
had squeezed her buttocks.
“That’s a good bum you have.”

Christine’s response was a
further widening of her eyes and a heartbeat later Pam saw the
prominent crescents of her labia part under the probing fingers
Persephone pushed into them from behind.

“When were you last used?”
Persephone asked.

“Nearly two years ago,
Mistress.”

“Oh, how frustrating! But you
can still play with yourself, of course, or have one of the slave
girls do it for you. It’s not the same as cock though, is it?”

Pam saw Persephone’s sly smile
and the glance she gave her and Daisy. What was she doing? If she
was going to complain about them let her get on with it.

“Fraternising isn’t allowed,
Mistress,” Christine said.

Persphone giggled.
“Fraternising? I’m talking about fucking, darling. How long have
you been a slave? Since you were eighteen?”

“Twenty years and four months,
Mistress. Since I could pass for eighteen.”

The blonde’s smile widened. “And
when were you last flogged at the post?”

“N… never, Mistress.”

“How would you like to take a
flogging now?”

The overseer looked startled. “I
wouldn’t, Mistress.”

“But what if I made it worth
your while?” Persephone chuckled and pointed at Pam and Daisy.
“These two were impertinent and disobedient. I want them
punished.”

“I’ll make a report, Mistress,
and the Captain will deal with it.”

“No he won’t. I want you to
punish them here and now so I can see them get what they deserve
and watch their cheeky bottoms bounce and turn red”

“I’ll need my cane, Mistress. I
can only give them six apiece.”

“No! Thirty apiece with
my
cane and the braided whip.”

Christine’s confusion was plain
on her face. “I can’t do that, Mistress. You know I’m not allowed.
I’d be punished myself.”

Persephone’s eyeteeth gleamed as
she grinned. “I know. The rules are strict about slave overseers
who exceed their authority, but I still want you to do it.”

Christine trembled. “I can’t. I
could get a hundred with the cane or the ox-hide whip. Please,
Mistress.”

“But what if I made it worth
your while?” Persephone repeated. “How many years service have you
got left?”

Christine’s mouth opened.
Surprise, fear and suspicion warred on her face. “Three and… and a
few months, Mistress.”

“What if it was three days
instead?”

“You’re not serious.” The slave
of twenty years forgot to say ‘Mistress’ in her astonishment.

“Perfectly. You know I have
influence with the Company. I can get you freed as soon as we reach
New York.” Her grin broadened. “If you do as I say.”

“Free,” Christine said in
disbelief. She shook her head. “But the pain, the…
degradation.”

“Come on,” the blonde urged.
“Isn’t it worth it? I’ll throw in five thousand dollars and get you
a job as overseer with one of my friends.”

“Do you mean it?” the older
woman asked.

Pam would not have trusted
Persephone even if she had guaranteed her a way back to her own
world
.
Or would she, Pam
wondered, as she felt the churning fear that the blonde mistress’s
mention of punishment was causing. It might be a risk worth taking
to escape from this awful madness. She saw Christine looking down
at her, her internal struggle clear from her expression.

“I’ll do it,”
the woman blurted
, and Pam’s belly turned over.

They took Daisy first, knelt her
on the bed close to one edge and fastened broad leather straps at
either end of a short spreader bar above each knee. Also kneeling
on the bed, Tania and Milly held her arms vertically, each with a
hand at her wrists and another pressing her shoulders into the
mattress. The position lifted her bottom high. Looking far too much
like the cat that had got the cream for Pam’s liking, Persephone
held out a thick rattan cane. Licking her lips, Christine reached
out a hand that shook and closed her fingers around it. She
positioned herself behind and to the left of the helpless Daisy’s
upturned rear and raised the cane.

“You promise?”

“You
have
my word,” Persephone said.

Christine’s arm swung down.

Chapter Seven

Kneeling defenceless on the
floor, Pam winced at every whoosh and crack as Christine lashed the
cane across Daisy’s narrow buttocks. They bounced wildly under
every vicious impact, yet the slave girl barely flinched in the
beginning. She may be young but it was clearly far from the first
time she had endured such a beating. Only after more than half the
twenty cane strokes which
Persephone decreed had
impacted the girl’s bottom did her hips begin to really wriggle and
her soft grunts turn to muted cries.

The sounds were
too close and too familiar to ignore. Pam’s long-nurtured and
all-important control
vanished in the time it took to catch
her breath. Memories long buried rose unbidden; more and more with
every swish and crack of the rattan and half-stifled cry, until the
trickle became a flood and then a torrent. She was in the mirrored
room, the reflection of her naked, sweat-sheened body inescapable,
no matter where she looked. Leather cuffs bit into her wrists as
her arms strained upwards and her toes downwards, seeking purchase
on the shiny, white-tiled floor. God, she loved the cane, but she
loved the leather more! The sharp, fiery sting of the early strokes
was past, her nerves desensitised by the repetitive striking of the
broad-tailed whip across her back and buttocks. They were not numb.
Their skin burned and their flesh throbbed. The thrumming of it
reached her brain and Pam floated free, pain and pleasure mingling,
melding into a single sensation far more
intense
and exciting
than either could create alone. Rick’s image
was a blur through eyes slitted as much in ecstasy as in pain, but
she was aware of him and of the love that flowed from him along
with each scorching lash he dealt her. Pam clutched both to her
heart; the warm glow of love and the fiercely burning flame of
torment. She was happy. She let the pain take her.