Pam-Ann

by Lindsey Brooks

  “Yes, Mistress,” she answered, tight-lipped.

  “You didn’t seem to like your flogging much.”

  “Of course I didn’t,” Pam snapped. “Oh! I mean, no, Mistress.”

  Persephone gave her feline smile, drew on her long cigarette holder and blew smoke in Pam’s face. “Some do, you know. I’ve seen it myself; girls coming under the lash, sometimes again and again. I suppose they’re so excited at the new life they’ve chosen they can’t help it.” Her soft laugh tinkled. “You were lucky really. Some ships use knotted leather thongs instead of the cord whips. They’re sure to hurt more when they’re wet, I should think.” She shivered but continued smiling.

  Pam hid her grimace at the blonde’s amusement by returning to her station amongst the tables. The smug bitch. But then, she could afford to be. As if she knew exactly what Pam was thinking, Persephone met her resentful gaze and slid the tip of her tongue over her rouged lips. Pam saw a passenger lay aside a magazine and hurried over to offer another. She had to return after a few minutes when Persephone drained her coffee cup.

  “Would you like more, Mistress?” she asked, belly tightening.

  “No. I’d like you.”

  Pam’s stomach contracted even more. “I can’t leave my position.”

  “Yes you can. You’re officially available now. Your duty is to please passengers, and I’m a passenger.” She snapped her fingers at the male crewman, who sent one of the slaves standing at the bar to take Pam’s place. “Come on.” Persephone rose. “Eve, you can stay here. I think we can be pretty sure I’m not in danger of being kidnapped while I’m on board.”

  “I’ll wait outside, Ma’am. Just in case.” The tall girl got to her feet and glanced at Pam.

  Persephone did the same and laughed. “Come along then.”

  Remembering Drake’s warning and the meaty thud of the cane impacting the buttocks of the girl who had been beaten the night before, Pam followed her to her stateroom, heart thumping.

  Once again Milly was on the floor, this time on her back with her ankles held apart by a spreader bar and cuffed to her wrists, her knees bent and thighs spread. The skin of her hairless mound and vulva was crimson and her labia swollen and puffy. She held a short strap of stiff leather clamped between her teeth, but what startled Pam was the broad, cylindrical wooden baton stretching wide the tight muscle between the slave girl’s small, firm buttocks. Breathing hard she looked away and stared at the clouds drifting past the window.

  Persephone let her skirt fall and stepped out of it, the muscles in her bare buttocks and thighs rippling. She bent and pulled the baton free. Milly gave a low moan around the leather strap.

  “Free her,” the blonde mistress told Tania and began unbuttoning her white silk blouse as she turned to Pam. “She’s the same every time we fly. One glimpse of a man and her pussy’s dripping. And the next moment, of course, she’s got her fingers in it. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her she’s not to masturbate without permission but I may as well have saved my breath. I blame the altitude. She behaves herself on the ground but as soon as we’re in the air, she’s off.” She dropped her blouse to the floor and Tania retrieved it as Persephone took the strap from Milly’s mouth. Released from her bondage, the girl had remained unmoving, awaiting orders. “Legs wider,” her Mistress said mildly, and with a barely audible whimper Milly strained her thighs further apart. Persephone cracked the strap down on the already reddened flesh of her pussy. The slave girl gave a half-stifled grunt and, with her internal struggle reflected on her twisting face, held her position.

  Her Mistress straddled her, knees either side of Milly’s head. “You are not to waste energy you should be saving for me in pleasuring yourself. Are you sorry?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Milly said quietly.

  “Then prove it and kiss my pussy. And next time you won’t get nine strokes. I’ll see if twenty is enough to keep your fingers above your waist.”

  For several minutes Pam and Tania were left to look on while Milly served her Mistress with tongue and lips. Persephone rose from the slave’s dew-covered face, flushed and breathing fast and with the small points of her nipples erect and much darker than their usual pale pink.

  “I was rather hard on you yesterday, wasn’t I?” She stroked a fingertip over the dark welts on Pam’s right breast while the American girl fought hard not to flinch. “Milly, fetch the double strap-on. Tania, put yours on too.” Her smile was the predatory baring of her sharp eyeteeth that made her look so catlike. She flicked a finger back and forth over Pam’s nipple. “I know I get carried away when I’m excited, darling. I can’t help it any more than Milly can.”

  The blonde slave appeared beside her.

  “Oh, no!” Pam stared. Milly held two rubber dildos joined by an arrangement of leather straps. Both were shiny, black rubber and both were very large. Persephone’s fingers tightened on Pam’s nipple.

  “Relax. Keep still and let her put it on you.”

  “Me! What…?” The grip on her buzzing nipple became a firm pinch. Eve was right outside, overpoweringly strong. Pam forced herself to suffer the indignity of Milly’s fingers probing her sex, the tingling and moistening of her tender membranes and their stretching under the dildo’s penetration. They rippled as the hard rubber filled her. She looked down at the big phallus rearing upright before her belly while Milly buckled the straps around her. Pam had expected Persephone to be wearing it, not herself. The slim blonde released the point of her breast. It pulsed.

  “Lie on the bed.”

  “The bed? But….” She was there to please the passengers. No one cared if her back and buttocks were ravaged and sore. No one would care if she was caned or flogged again. They would treat it as entertainment. Pam lay down, wincing as her bottom and back met the mattress. The phallus Tania wore wagged obscenely to and fro as she and Milly bound Pam’s wrists to metal rings fixed to the headboard. The tight leather strap between the American girl’s buttocks that helped keep her dildo in place was cutting into her flesh. Her sex clamped tightly on the thick rubber as her anxiety increased.

  “You’d better have some Venus Dust,” Persephone said.

  Tania fetched it and held Pam’s head while the blonde mistress pried her mouth open and sprinkled the hot, fizzing powder onto her tongue. Heat spread to her gullet as she swallowed, reached her stomach and spread lower. Persephone propped herself on one elbow beside Pam and gently stroked her cheek. Warily the American girl looked into her bright green eyes and saw her dilated pupils.

  “You’re very pretty, darling.” Persephone pouted her lips. “It was bad of me to beat your lovely breasts.” She rubbed the up-thrust mounds, making Pam hiss as their throbbing increased. “Tania, the cane. The medium one.”

  “Oh, no!”

  “Shush, darling, shush.” The blonde touched a fingertip to Pam’s lips. “You were disobedient, after all. Not at all how a good slave girl should be.” She slid a hand slowly down Pam’s ribcage, over the curve of her left hip and across her fluttering belly to take hold of the rubber phallus and stroke its length as if it were flesh. The dildo within Pam rubbed the quivering walls of her pussy. Heat flowed as the drug did its wicked work. She groaned from anger, despair, resentment, but mostly from the sudden, insistent desire for the pleasure to increase. Tania appeared at the foot of the bed, holding a long cane between both hands.

  Pam’s heart leapt. She was face-up on the bed. Her back and buttocks were unlikely targets. Where would she be beaten? Breasts, belly, thighs? Oh, God!

  Persephone leaned closer, pressing little kisses along the line of Pam’s jaw. “You were a bad girl, Ann,” she crooned, then kissed her lips. To her shame the Venus Dust made it almost pleasant and she returned the kiss until Persephone broke contact. “But I was a bad girl too,” the blonde said breathily against Pam’s mouth. “I was very naughty to be so cruel.” Her soft lips brushed Pam’s. “And we know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?”

  Bre
athing fast, she straddled Pam’s hips and reached back for the phallus rising from the American girl’s thighs, her eyes glittering and a fine sheen of perspiration coating her slender nudity. Her girl musk was strong in the air around them. Tremors teased Pam’s sex as she watched Persephone guide the broad head of the dildo between the narrow crescents of her dew-bathed labia. At their apex her clitoris swelled, gleaming pinkly. Her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth opened to emit a short, gasping little mew. She drove her hips downward, sinking to the hilt in a single thrust.

  Persephone bucked, squirming as her climax seized her. Her writhing moved the phallus in Pam’s sex back and forth, tickling and tingling within her even as the welts on her bottom and back protested under the weight of the body forcing them deeper into the mattress. Before the blonde mistress had finished wriggling she leaned forward, rested on her elbows, and with the dildo still buried deep arched her back to push her narrow buttocks rearwards.

  “Oh, that’s lovely,” she sighed. “Now, Tania.”

  Pam’s belly flipped as the slave girl beside the bed raised the cane. Where could she possibly mean to strike her when most of her body was covered by Persephone’s? Pam clamped her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as the cane swung down. A crack like a pistol shot announced the rod had impacted flesh. The dildo in Pam’s sex thrust deeper and the blonde’s firm little tits rubbed on her fuller ones.

  “Ooh-hoo! That hurts.”

  Pam felt no pain. She opened her eyes and stared incredulously into the face above her as it twisted in the strangest expression of mingled torment and delight. Persephone was having herself caned!

  Chapter Five

  “Ow! Ooh!” A second blow smacked into Persephone’s bottom. “Harder, Tania.” She looked into Pam’s eyes. “I really was very naughty. Oh! Oh!” Again the cane cracked and bit into flesh, and again the phallus filling Pam’s pussy thrust and sent shimmering pleasure trembling through her. Her clit was rising; she could feel it pressing on the strap holding the dildos. The Venus Dust was working all too well. Hazily she watched Tania raise the cane and her gaze met the slave’s, who grinned and shrugged and lashed the bamboo with a wicked follow-through onto Persephone’s jerking buttocks.

  “Ooh! Ooh-hoo!” The blonde squirmed her pussy hard against Pam’s as Tania’s vigorous strokes continued. “Ooh, I’m sorry, Ann. I hurt you, didn’t I?” Her eyes glittered with tears and excitement and she closed her hands on the American girl’s breasts and squeezed.

  You still are, she wanted to say as they throbbed, but her nipples tingled under Persephone’s palms. Damn the drug. “Yes, you did,” she said, surprised by her breathy tone.

  “I was a bad girl.” Persephone ran her tongue over her lips in obvious relish. “Oh, yes! Very bad.”

  Tania stepped back, lowering the cane.

  “Why have you stopped?” Persephone demanded, panting hard.

  “That’s ten, Mistress.”

  “Then give me another ten.”

  “But…?” Tania shrugged again and made a face her mistress could not see.

  Persephone’s hips lunged avidly as the blows resumed, working the phallus in her sex and also the one in Pam’s until she was almost as breathless as the blonde. Only half-aware she was doing it, Pam tugged at her cord bindings, but she was as firmly in their grip as she was in that of the Venus Dust coursing through her bloodstream. With each meaty crack she imagined the blazing streak of fire raking Persephone’s soft-skinned rear and felt the heightened throbbing of her own tormented buttocks as much as the hot tremors teasing her sheath. The bamboo lashed down seven more times before Persephone wriggled frantically.

  “Ooh! C… c… coming. Coming!”

  Just as Pam had felt each impact of the cane as a thrust of the phallus, every pussy-clenching spasm of the blonde’s orgasm seemed to be communicated to her through the hard, inflexible rubber. She gasped, breasts heaving and belly all aquiver as she hovered on the brink of fulfilment, so far lost to her desire that she was much more disappointed than relieved when the feelings subsided along with Persephone’s writhing.

  “Now, Tania, all the way in one.” The blonde’s green eyes were heavy-lidded with passion as they stared into Pam’s. Tania mounted the bed, the dildo jutting out before her gleaming with oil as she positioned herself behind her Mistress. She fumbled for a moment and then lunged her hips forwards.

  “Oh, God, yes! That’s hard to take, but I deserve it. I was so naughty. And bad girls ought to be punished.” Persephone continued her strange confession, the words growing ever more disjointed as her slave kept up her hard thrusting. There was only one place Tania’s big strap-on could be filling. Pam’s throbbing buttocks clenched at the thought, but the blonde was soon building towards another climax, wriggling wildly under the dual penetration. Sweat dripped from her chin to the American girl’s lips, salty and as piquant in its own way as the ripe tang of female arousal clinging heavily in her nostrils.

  “Harder, Tania. Give it to me. Give it to me!” Persephone’s hips rocked madly.

  Pam’s belly tightened, clamping her pussy around the phallus. She recalled Rachel lying on her back on the bed, bent almost double, buttocks streaked scarlet from her caning and with her upraised arms roped to her ankles. She remembered Rick looking up in the act of forcing his shiny cockhead into the girl’s ass and Rachel crying eagerly those same words as Persephone. And the bastard had not even had the decency to look surprised, just given her a knowing smile, pushed his cock all the way in and asked Pam if she wanted to join them. Why the hell had she taken that earlier flight from Delhi? Pain lanced her heart. To be with the man she had loved.

  “Good. Oh, so good!” Persephone writhed as frenetically in her third climax as she had in her first, bringing the heat in Pam’s pussy near boiling point again, only for it to slip maddeningly out of reach as the blonde mistress abruptly sagged down onto her. Hot, rapid breaths caressed her cheek as Persephone lay prostrated, giving little shivering aftershocks as the sweat from their bodies mingled. A soft plop, which could only be the sound of Tania’s dildo withdrawing, was followed by the slave getting to her feet. She too was breathing hard and streaming with sweat. As Persephone rested her head in the crook of Pam’s neck the American girl saw Milly kneeling by the bed, surreptitiously masturbating in spite of the recent punishment her pussy had taken.

  When her ragged breathing had steadied, Persephone stirred and raised her head. “That was delicious, darling. But you didn’t come. It wouldn’t be fair to send you on your way without a nice come of your own.” Her sex made wet, slippery noises as she slid off the dildo, quickly unfastened its straps and removed the thick rubber filling Pam. Casting it carelessly aside she dived a hand between the American girl’s thighs and immediately found the firm bump of her upright clitoris. “Mmm! I want to taste your honey.”

  Unable to stifle her moans, Pam tugged on the cords holding her wrists and fought against the pleasure the slim fingers’ pinching and rubbing her pussy were creating. She was not a lesbian! Her back arched involuntarily, hips defying all of her efforts to stop them. They thrust avidly when the blonde’s head sank between her legs and the warm, wet pressure of a tongue parted her labia to send quivers coursing the length of her sheath. Hating her abject surrender, Pam climaxed.

  “Mmm!” Persephone lapped greedily at the spilling juices and her teasing pinches to Pam’s upright clitoris at once brought her to another orgasm. Mortified by the ease with which the blonde mistress had made her succumb, Pam was relieved when, smiling her feline smile, Persephone raised her head, her mouth and chin glistening with dew. “Sweet, darling. You taste divine. But that’s enough. You can go now. And don’t go getting any ideas. I may just as easily flog you next time. Tania, fetch some salve for me, then you can untie her. Milly, if you don’t stop playing with that naughty clitty I’ll have them cut it off when we reach New York. Come here and play with my clit for a change.”

  Persephone was completely insatiable, was
all Pam could think as she tottered into the corridor, overwhelmed by the images and feelings racing inside her head. Her hands were half-numb from the bite of the cords on her wrists and she had difficulty tying her scanty loin covering.

  “Here, let me,” Eve said, and took the opportunity to rub her fingers on Pam’s still tingling pussy before she had a chance to react. “She really got you juicing, eh?” The bodyguard grinned and tied the loincloth in place. “Wonderfully dirty, isn’t she? It’s a shame she’s so cruel too. And now you know she likes to take it, as well as dish it out, lover. She’s been taking it a lot more lately, too.”

  Pam could only nod and stumble dazedly off to resume her duties. At least Persephone’s liking for receiving pain as well as giving it had spared Pam’s own bottom another ravaging… this time. When she reached the saloon she learned her shift had ended ten minutes earlier and fifteen fresh slave girls were pandering to the whims of the passengers and being pawed and explored in the process. Weary after six hours of humiliating and, she regretfully had to admit, ultimately stimulating servitude, Pam retraced the path that Christine had taken to lead her to the saloon.

  There were forty-eight passengers on the Empire’s Triumph, she had been told during the woman’s brief orientation lecture, and forty-five slave girls to serve them in any way they chose short of permanent injury. Pam did not know if that was because it was illegal or simply because the girls were Company property and only the Company had that right. Also aboard were thirty-five aircrew, twenty-two engineering crew and thirty Zulu girl-stokers, together with a number of entertainers, like the band and the sarcastic MC. To make any money when the crew vastly outnumbered the passengers the prices must be enormous. Clearly only the rich could afford to fly the skies of the strange and frightening world in which she found herself trapped.

  Pam opened one of the doors that divided the corridors into sections and saw a familiar figure coming in her direction.