“I think I’m beginning to believe that,” Drake said, but he knew she could not hear him.
*
“Get stripped,” Persephone Peak ordered curtly, and Pam and Daisy let their loincloths fall to the floor of her stateroom. She slid the strap of her evening gown from her shoulder, wriggled her hips until the garment formed a silken pool at her feet and she stood naked but for her diamond necklace and nipple clip. “So you two lovebirds would rather waste your time in pussy-talk with each other than in serving me?” She scowled, eyes flashing with menace.
Pam’s belly shrank. Persephone playfully cruel was bad enough. How much worse would she be in the vindictive mood that had come over her? Pam was sure she had responded to her summons immediately. She had been standing near the bar in the saloon, listening to Daisy tell her how surprised the slaves had been when Drake had personally carried her into their quarters, laid her sleeping figure on her bunk and told Christine not to disturb her until her next shift was due. When the sting of the overseer’s cane had awoken Pam, a lot of the girls had been looking at her with envy or outright jealousy. They all seemed to want Drake. They were welcome to him. He was nothing but another overbearing male.
He had been kind though, to give her the salve. Its effect had been swift and soothing, though his method of application had alarmed her. Even in her wildest masturbation fantasies, Pam could never have imagined that her flight from Heathrow would end in her lying on a leather couch aboard a steam-powered airship, with a handsome man she barely knew sliding his forefinger up and down in her rear entrance. Handsome? Where the hell had that come from?
Pam diverted her thoughts to what he had said about the girls who stowed away and how eagerly they wanted to submit. Her belly fluttered. She had felt that way with Rick. But that had been personal, because she had thought she loved him, not because of a crazy longing. Drake had confirmed her worst fears. Everyone thought she was a BDSM junkie. And then he had stroked her pussy. At that point Pam had been sure he meant to take her, and been strangely untroubled by the knowledge, even as she had made her meek protest. A sharp sting to her right buttock ended any chance of pursuing the troubling thought.
Persephone flexed the willow switch that had suddenly appeared in her hand. “You told me you’re not attracted to girls and you’ve already found yourself a little lover-bitch.”
“No, Mistress,” Pam said emphatically. The willow stung her left buttock.
“Shut up.” Persephone walked around them, took up a position in front and flexed the slim switch between her hands again. “You were so interested in one another that you neglected your duty to me. I’m the one you’re here to please, not yourselves.”
Pam lowered her gaze and saw the blonde’s pinkly gleaming clitoris swelling from its hood.
“Head up,” Persephone snapped, with a flick of the rod to Pam’s abdomen and another to Daisy’s. “What’s your name?” she asked the English girl.
“Daisy, Mistress.”
“You’ve got nice big tits, Daisy.” She lashed the willow in an upward, curving stroke that struck the girl’s jutting left breast a fraction below its pointed nipple.
“Ow!” Daisy clasped both hands to her hurt, rubbing the scarlet line the rod had carved across her pale skin.
“Still! Hands by your sides.” The moment the girl obeyed, Persephone raised the switch, holding it high for long seconds while her all-too-familiar feline smile bared her pointed eyeteeth. Daisy stiffened, fists clenching as she awaited the blow. The blonde mistress laughed and lowered her arm without striking. “Daisy, eh?” Moving closer until her rounded little breasts met the slave’s pointed nipples, she took a long sniff. “You don’t smell like a flower to me. You smell like a pussy. Are you hot for this one?” She shot out a hand, slapping the outer swell of Pam’s left breast so there could be no doubt Daisy knew who she was talking about.
“No, Mistress.” Daisy winced but did not pull away as the blonde slid a hand between her thighs.
“Your pussy’s wet and your clit’s half-upright.”
“I’m always like that, Mistress. I’m meant to be.” Her giggle was a mixture of amusement and nervousness. “I’ve had plenty of practice.” She gave a soft grunt as Persephone’s fingers pushed deeper between her legs. Little beads of sweat appeared on her brow.
“Why have you got pussy hair when this one hasn’t?”
“Half of us do and half don’t. I don’t know why, Mistress.”
The blonde withdrew her fingers and held them under her nose, nostrils dilating as she inhaled deeply. “Mm! I can’t think why I haven’t noticed you before, darling. Those narrow hips and big titties make you a bit top-heavy, but they’re a marvellous shape, and you have a cute little bottom too. I think I’ll call you Pussy.”
The slave girl’s nervousness visibly increased.
“I suppose you like fucking, Pussy.” Persephone giggled. “Oh, that’s a double meaning isn’t it? I like fucking pussy. And Ann does too, with a little encouragement, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Pam said grudgingly.
“Is that a frown?” Persephone demanded, and all trace of humour vanished as she jammed the willow rod up between Pam’s thighs hard enough to separate her outer labia. “Smile when you speak to me or I’ll whip your tits raw.”
Pam forced a parody of a smile to her face. Her tormentor sawed the switch back and forth over her tender sex-lips. It bent under the pressure.
Persephone cast it aside. “Too much give. Tania, get me something stiffer. The hazel. Milly, two dildos, eight inches.”
Pam’s gut twisted. Beside her Daisy shuddered. Persephone took a backward step and looked into each of their faces in turn. “I hear you both took a bumming from Brinley. That’s an ass-fucking to you, Ann.” Her light laughter tinkled. “He’s a rough boy from what I hear. Did you enjoy it?”
Both girls denied taking any pleasure from what they had experienced at Brinley’s hands. Milly appeared, clutching a shiny, black and well-oiled phallus in each hand.
Persephone giggled. “Let’s see if those cheeky bum-holes like rubber any better than cock. Wait! My clitty is sticking out and Pussy’s clitty is sticking out, but there’s no sign of yours, Ann. Oh, but you haven’t had your Venus Dust yet.” She giggled again.
Once more forced to swallow the fizzing, peppery powder, Pam was half-glad she would have its aphrodisiac effect to help her face the ordeal she was certain was to come. She worried about how long the drug seemed to last, however, and if there might be long-term consequences. A tickle ran through her sheath and her nipples stiffened and began to pulse.
“Bend over, hands on your bum cheeks,” Persephone ordered, “and I want them spread good and wide, or there’ll be trouble. And slacken those arseholes. Ooh, yours is bright pink, Ann! Does it still hurt from nasty old Brinley’s fat prick?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Pam answered, cringing inwardly in humiliation. The worst of the pain had not returned after she had awoken but her sphincter still nipped quite distressingly, especially when she walked. It nipped a lot more when the hard, rounded head of the rubber penis pushed against it and the oiled shaft sank into her rectum. The welts on her bottom buzzed beneath her palms as she held her rear cheeks wide and allowed Persephone to slide the full length of the dildo into her until her rear pucker gripped nothing but the blonde’s finger. Not having been told to straighten, Pam stayed in position while the wicked blonde forced the second dildo into Daisy’s rear with a single, swift thrust. The slave gave a grunt and a long hiss.
Persephone chuckled. “I knew you could take it in one, Pussy. You’ve done it a lot, haven’t you? And with girls too, I think.”
“No, Mistress. That’s not permitted. Sapphism is….”
“What I like best,” Persephone snapped. “Come on, we all know what really goes on in the slave quarters. When you’re not playing with yourselves, you’re playing with each other. It’s only natural.”
Still bent over,
Daisy shook her head. “No, Mistress.”
“Don’t treat me like a fool. You’ve already tried that once today, ignoring me in the saloon, and see where it’s got you.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” the slave girl said quickly.
“You will be.” Persephone’s feline smile became tigerish. “Kneel down and kiss my pussy, Pussy.”
Daisy sank to her knees and pressed her lips to the blonde mistress’s narrow slit.
“On the floor on your back, Ann,” Persephone ordered, and when she had obeyed, “Pussy, get on top of her.” She casually slashed the stiff hazel rod Tania had handed her across the big-breasted girl’s buttocks. “Silly girl! The other way. You can’t lick her pussy like that.”
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.”
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