Pam-Ann

by Lindsey Brooks

  While Pam’s belly performed somersaults, Drake’s grip propelled her in Miss Peake’s wake. Before they left the saloon through another set of doors an almost naked girl carrying a tray of drinks passed them. With horrifying certainty Pam knew she was a - what had Drake called her - a stewardess third class? Her gut growing tighter at every step, she had a blurred impression of corridors decorated with tasteful murals, thick, plush carpets beneath her bare feet, and abruptly found herself in what looked like a well-appointed hotel room.

  Three attractive young women were there already. One, dressed in ankle boots, black leather trousers and a flimsy white blouse, had a large, holstered pistol at her right hip. Another wore a small scrap of silk around her hips and a nearly transparent band that revealed beneath it the firm mounds of two full, pink-nippled breasts. The third was completely naked and to Pam’s consternation was kneeling on the floor, her cheek to the carpet and her hands stretched back to pull her thighs apart where they met her buttocks, revealing the gape of her pinkly glistening sex to anyone who walked through the door. Stricken, Pam stared at the red, raised ridges that lined the girl’s tight, pale-skinned bottom.

  “Get up, Milly.”

  The girl rose and turned. She was short and petite but large-breasted, and as blonde as the young woman who had given the order. Her round eyes looked briefly at Pam and then, with a hunger she made no attempt to disguise, focused on Drake.

  “Do bring the slave in, Lieutenant,” Miss Peake said. “I promise you can have her back in an hour.”

  His fingers tightened on Pam’s arm. “She should be on display now. An hour….”

  “Isn’t too much to ask, is it, darling? Why don’t you join us? I’m sure Milly would enjoy it.” The blonde crossed the room, closed her hand over Pam’s wrist and drew her away from him. “And you might enjoy Milly, too.”

  Drake stiffened. “You know that would be inappropriate, Persephone.”

  She laughed. “Oh, you and your Company rules, Rafael. Don’t you ever bend even the least important of them? There must be times when you’re not bound by them, or don’t you have time these days for anything but duty and responsibility?”

  “Not while I’m on board. And my job takes up most of my time.”

  “All work and no play. You didn’t always take everything so seriously. Perhaps you’d prefer Tania?” She angled her bare right tit towards him and pulled the jewelled clip from its red, upright nipple. “Or maybe you’d like me, darling.” Her air was challenging and slightly mocking.

  “That would be inappropriate too, Miss Peake,” Drake said with obvious annoyance.

  “What happened to Persephone? Or ‘Sephone? You used to call me that, darling, remember?” Her glossy lips pouted. “But you don’t like me anymore, do you? You think I have too much freedom for a female, and too much money. I even suspect that you think I deserve to be bent over and flogged like one of your naughty slave girls for my impudence and my Sapphic ways.” Her laughter tinkled. “I do, darling, but I’m far too rich for that to happen. And I like men too, especially if they’re handsome and strong.” She sucked in a breath that lifted her bare breast invitingly towards him.

  Drake cleared his throat noisily and Pam saw a hint of colour across his angular cheekbones, anger or embarrassment, or both.

  “What I think is of no importance, particularly to you. I have the same concern for your safety and well-being as I have for the other passengers, and that’s what I should be seeing to.” He checked his watch. “Your hour began five minutes ago.”

  “Do come back personally to collect her, darling,” the blonde said before he closed the door. She turned to Pam, laughing softly. “He’s a bit stuffy sometimes but I always feel safer knowing he’s on board. And he has the balls to stand up to me. He’s attractive, don’t you think? Did you notice it wasn’t Milly or Tania, or even me he was looking at? I think he’s taken a liking to you.”

  Pam could not have cared less. She watched the blonde woman suspiciously, heart thudding. Miss Peake chafed her palm over her exposed nipple.

  “Remind me to return this to Tiffany’s, Tania. The clasp is too tight.” She dropped the jewelled clip onto the dressing table and slipped the single strap on her dress from her left shoulder. The brunette girl in the breast band and obscenely short skirt plucked the discarded garment from the floor. Naked, Miss Peake went to the bed, sat and pointed to the floor at her feet. “Come and kneel by me,” she told Pam. “Tell me your story. Why did you decide to get yourself enslaved?”

  “Oh, I didn’t!” Relieved that at last someone was ready to listen, Pam knelt without hesitation. “I was on an airplane over the ocean….”

  “What?” Miss Peake’s carefully plucked eyebrows arched.

  “An airplane. It has wings and flies. Oh, please! I know it’s going to sound impossible but it’s true. Really it is.”

  The blonde’s green eyes, which emphasised the feline cast of her beauty, searched Pam’s face. All trace of her frivolous air had disappeared, replaced by what may have been a worried frown but quickly became a calculating appraisal. She gave a short laugh.

  “All right, darling, but it had better be entertaining.”

  Pam kept it short for fear of losing her attention. When she reached the part where she had been stripped and forced to stoke the boilers Miss Peake cut her off.

  “That’s to be expected, darling. They’re never gentle dealing with one of That Kind.”

  “But they say they’re going to make me a slave.” Tears brimmed Pam’s eyelids.

  “You’re already a slave. You became one the minute you stepped aboard, however fantastical you claim the method of your arrival was. It was an imaginative little tale, though.”

  “Oh, you don’t believe me. Please, it’s the truth. Won’t you help me?”

  Persephone Peake laughed, looking more feline than ever. Leaning back, she spread her legs. Without thinking, Pam looked between them, to find herself staring in horror at the fleshy, crescent-shaped lips of the young woman’s sex, swollen and reddened and glistening with moisture.

  “Darling, I didn’t bring you here to help you. I brought you to lick my pussy.”

  Chapter Three

  “Eve,” Persephone called as Pam leaped to her feet and backed quickly towards the door.

  The woman in the leather trousers caught her easily. She was tall, big-breasted and broad hipped, and twice as strong as Pam, as she proved by grabbing her wrists, bending her arms behind her and marching her back to the blonde.

  “Not a good start, darling. Slaves are supposed to be obedient and compliant. When they aren’t they get punished. Do I have to punish you?”

  Pam wriggled uselessly in Eve’s grip. “Please, I’m not like that. I’m not… not interested in women.”

  Persephone chuckled. “Neither are Milly and Tania, but they know better than to let it stop them doing as they’re told. And you’re going to have to learn it too, darling. On the post, Eve. Help her, Tania.”

  Pam had not noticed the post mounted close to the wall near the bed. Short bars stuck out at its top and bottom, with two leather straps hanging from the upper ones and two more attached to the lower. Eve easily overcame Pam’s attempts to resist and backed her against the shiny metal. Tania seized her right arm and raised it.

  “If you continue fighting I’ll make sure it goes harder for you,” Persephone warned.

  With the welts across her back already stinging from pressing into the post, the American girl exerted every ounce of self-control and stopped struggling as Tania fastened the straps around her wrists. At the feel of the tight leather Pam immediately thought of Rick. Her legs trembled when Eve joined the other girl in buckling the ankle straps tightly in place.

  “Get her arms higher,” Persephone instructed when they were finished. “I want her stretched.”

  “Oh, no,” Pam wailed, as they raised the upper bar and the pull on her wrists and shoulder joints increased until her body was strain
ed taut and the mounds of her breasts lifted higher on her chest, jutting out with their rosy nipples pointing right and left. The stiff anklets stopped her rising on her toes to ease the tension. For the briefest of moments a shiver of nervous excitement ran through her at the memory of what Rick had called their ‘games’. Persephone stepped closer, and Pam felt gnawing anxiety and awful helplessness in the grip of the leather binding her limbs. Smiling, the blonde reached a fingertip to the outer curve of Pam’s left breast and traced a line over its rounded fullness.

  She squeezed her eyes tight shut. “Oh, God, I’m not a dyke,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

  “You mean a Sapphic, darling,” Persephone purred, “and we’re barely tolerated here. Being too open about it can get you a public flogging or even slavery. Unless, of course, you’re as obscenely rich as I am.” Her light laughter tinkled close to Pam’s ear. “I’d have to do something very silly indeed to end up being enslaved. Like stowing away.” She gave Pam’s nipple an uncomfortable tweak. “Look at me, Ann.”

  The American girl opened her eyes. The blonde’s lips hovered inches in front of her own.

  “That’s your real name, isn’t it? It says so on the notice they put up about you. Do you know you’re the star of tonight’s entertainment, darling? You should. There’s plenty in the papers warning girls like you what will happen if you stow away. Yet so many still do. Why do you think that is?”

  “I don’t know,” Pam said. “Please let me go. I’m not Ann, I’m Pamela Weston. I told you how I came here. It’s the truth.”

  Persephone closed her hands on her breasts and squeezed.

  Pam gasped as the fingers sank deep into her tender flesh. “Ooh, no.”

  “You mustn’t go around telling stories no one will believe, Ann. You’ll only get hurt. What you should do is be obedient and cooperative, then you won’t get half as many beatings. Right, Tania?”

  “That’s right, Mistress,” the brunette answered at once. Like her Mistress’s, her accent sounded British.

  “There, you see?” Persephone stopped squeezing Pam’s breasts and rubbed them firmly with her palms. “Now forget your little fantasy and concentrate on being a good slave. Otherwise you have a lot of painful experiences ahead of you. What do you think a slave girl should be above all else?”

  Pam’s stomach knotted. She had been asked the question before. She gave the same answer she had given Rick. “I… obedient.”

  “Very good.” Persephone’s smile held no warmth. “And respectful of her betters. What do you think she should call them?” She pinched Pam’s nipples.

  “Ow! Ooh! Mistress! She should call them Mistress.”

  Persephone continued pinching, tightening her grip until the pain seemed to be flowing from the pulsing points into the rest of Pam’s body, the way it had with Rick. “Not if they’re men, silly.”

  “Ooh! Master! Master if they’re men, Mistress.”

  “Good girl. You’ve learned a useful lesson. Remember it.” Slowly and deliberately she scraped her fingernails over the delicate skin of Pam’s breasts as far as her nipples, then again squeezed the twin points hard between fingers and thumbs.

  “Ooh! Ooh! Stop, please! I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t hurt me any more.” The idea was utterly abhorrent but she could take no more of the blonde’s frightening torments.

  Persephone laughed wickedly. “I know you will, darling. But not until you’ve had another lesson.” She released Pam’s fiercely throbbing nipples and went to a cupboard. Through tear filled eyes the American girl saw it was not the dresses it contained that the blonde was looking at, but the rack attached to the door.

  “Hm, the light hazel wand for now, I think,” Pam heard her say and her belly turned over as she caught sight of what Persephone held in her hand.

  “Oh, God, no more! I can’t take any more!”

  “Nonsense! They’ve just been having a little fun with you so far. You’re barely marked.”

  The smart of Pam’s weals was telling her something else altogether. The blonde leaned close and lightly tickled her armpits before rubbing the smooth, tapered wand in her hand across the American girl’s breasts until it rested on her up-tilted left nipple. Pam squirmed in the tight straps at wrists and ankles and stared into her tormentor’s cruelly smiling face.

  “Oh, you’re frightened,” Persephone crooned. “But I thought girls of That Kind liked this sort of thing. Isn’t that what attracts you to a life of slavery?” She shrugged. “Well, I can’t let you off, darling. It’s not done, you see? You have to learn that you obey at once. And if you don’t you get this.”

  She stepped back and swung the thin length of wood into the underside of Pam’s left breast. It landed with a smack, and a blazing streak of pain seared her flesh. Pam jerked, snarling and shaking her head. A second stroke scorched her skin in almost exactly the same place and before she could even draw breath to cry out a third smacked down on the full upper curve of her breast. Strained tight on the post Pam could barely writhe as the fiery blow sank deep and the blonde raised the wand again.

  “Please!” Her breast bounced under the impact, stinging and throbbing horribly as the pain tore into her yielding flesh. Tears blurred her vision and she wriggled and arched her back in a hopeless effort to ease her torment. It only thrust her defenceless tits out further and, with a precision that could only have come from long practice, Persephone dealt two biting strikes to the swell of Pam’s left nipple. She howled and continued howling as her tormentor landed six identical and equally wicked strokes of the slim rod to her right breast.

  Breathing hard, bathed in sweat and with her flesh stinging wickedly, she watched Persephone replace the hazel, scarcely able to believe that such a small, innocuous-looking instrument could have caused such torture. Her gut shrank as the blonde stood before her once more.

  “Mm, that was nice.” Persephone’s smile revealed her sharp little eyeteeth. Pam shuddered. A heartbeat later she wriggled and cried out as the blonde’s hands closed over her burning breasts. A wet tongue lapped the tears clinging to her right cheek. “Are you sorry for your naughtiness?” Persephone crooned.

  Pam gasped as fingers dug into her scorching flesh. “Ow! Yes, Mistress.”

  “Are you going to be obedient?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes!” she cried breathlessly, and heaved against her straps when Persephone’s grip left her tits and her hand slid down Pam’s belly and rubbed the newly waxed and sensitive skin on her mound.

  “I got very wet punishing you, darling.” The hand slid lower and Pam’s heart pounded. “I wonder if it had the same effect on you.”

  Pam squirmed as a finger pushed uncomfortably into her sex.

  Persephone pouted. “Oh, you’re not excited at all, you bad girl. Don’t you know you’re always supposed to be ready? Your sort usually can’t get enough. Tania, Venus Dust.”

  The slave girl lifted a small phial she already had in her hand and a glass of water. The pressure of Eve’s fingers forced Pam’s jaws apart. She could not evade the little sprinkle of whatever the phial contained, which Persephone placed on her tongue. It was hot and peppery and it fizzed as it met the moisture in her mouth.

  “It’s nothing dangerous,” the blonde mistress said. “Just something to get you in the mood. Wash it down.” She held the glass to Pam’s lips.

  Throat raw from crying out, she would have been glad to drink but for her fear of the drug being forced into her. The peppery heat spread down her gullet and all the way to her belly as she swallowed.

  “The effect is instant. I’ll show you.” Persephone smoothed her hand down the American girl’s soft-skinned stomach, paused to lightly pinch the fleshy bump concealing her clitoris, delved once more between her labia and rubbed the sensitive membranes within.

  Pam gasped. Her sex tingled and tickled, the feelings quickening as the exploring finger pushed deeper and moved more rapidly. She squirmed. “Oh, what have you done to me? For God’s sake, you’re a gi
rl!” It made no difference to her body’s response. Her hips were wriggling as much as her bonds allowed and thrusting ever more eagerly to meet the blonde’s penetrating fingers. Pam’s head began to spin and even the sudden pressure of Persephone’s other hand on her smarting breasts did not diminish her quivering arousal.

  “There, darling, that’s how you should always be – wet and compliant and ready to be used. Now, you want to lick my pussy, don’t you?” Persephone’s thumb and forefinger tightened on Pam’s right nipple and its wicked throbbing increased.

  “Ooh! Yes, Mistress.” Shamed and humiliated by her surrender, she was nevertheless relieved when she was quickly freed.

  Persephone sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on both hands, and spread her legs. Her feline gaze met Pam’s tearful one. “Crawl to me.”

  The American girl sank to all fours with a sob. She did not want to obey. The pain of her weals and of her swaying breasts as she crossed the carpet reminded her why she must. Only once before, had she pleasured another woman. The memory made her think of Rick and increased the prickling between her thighs. God, was she never going to forget? She thought of Drake and how she had reacted to his touch and found herself between Persephone’s thighs, her face inches from her damply glistening sex and nostrils quivering from its ripe perfume. What in God’s name had they given her that could make her tremble like this? Her sheath rippled. And why did the awful thing she was being made to do seem far less repugnant than it had only minutes ago? Bewildered and forlorn she looked at the blonde. Eyes heavy-lidded, bright and smouldering with passion, Persephone ran her tongue over her shiny, red lips.

  “Clitty first, darling,” she said breathily. “And don’t stop ’til you’re told or you’ll have another tit-whipping. Eve, cuff her.”

  Even though it had been more than two years since Pam had dared allow herself to experience any sexual pleasure, she was awed that the drug could so swiftly start to overcome her loathing. She let the powerful girl pin her arms behind her with a pair of handcuffs. Persephone slid her buttocks to the edge of the bed until the wispy blonde curls crowning her sex tickled the tip of Pam’s nose. Her woman-scent was strong and heady.