Pam-Ann

by Lindsey Brooks

  Pam forced the images from her mind, only to have them return at once as Ellen and Barbara obeyed Persephone’s order, sank to the carpet and began making love. The blonde mistress draped her slender figure over the long, curved and deep-cushioned couch that faced both the balcony and the girls and tickled the back of Pam’s neck with her toes.

  “Come lie beside me, Ann.”

  Reluctantly, Pam lay down next to her. Persephone pulled her closer until their warm, slightly damp bodies were touching. Freed from her golden corset, the metal covering her sex and the discomfort of the pins that had pierced her breasts, Pam was as naked as the slim girl and, thanks to the Venus Dust, halfway to being as excited. It did not stop her flinching under the hand Persephone laid on her sensitive abdomen but the blonde seemed not to notice. Propped on one elbow, one leg raised and bent at the knee and the other outstretched, she was watching the two slave girls intently.

  “Take Milly if you like, Eve,” she said casually, licking her lips as the slave girls explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths.

  “Thank you, Ma’am,” Eve replied from the other end of the sofa. She had removed her gun belt but kept her pistol within reach as she had settled down to watch the show. Petite, big-breasted Milly looked like a ragdoll in her hands as Eve plucked her from the floor and slid her into her lap. Unbuttoning her blouse, the bodyguard grasped one of her heavy breasts and aimed its nipple at the girl’s mouth. At once Milly clamped her lips over it and began to suck.

  The girls on the carpet continued to work their lips and tongues and eager fingers, licking and nibbling, squeezing and pinching and rubbing ever more enthusiastically as their passion gripped them. Nipples strained, darkly erect at the tips of their breasts. Thighs gleamed with spilling dew and pink, shiny buds thrust upright from the apexes of the glistening clefts between their well-spread legs. Persephone smoothed a hand upwards and closed it over Pam’s left breast, expertly teasing its recently pierced flesh and nipple to create precisely the right blend of pain and pleasure.

  “Tania, here and lick me,” she said huskily. “Just my pussy lips. I want this to last.” Her fingertips flickered on the firm bump swelling out from the tingling crevice where Pam’s thighs joined. She was lost. Pam had tried hard, but the sight and sounds of the slaves’ avid lovemaking, of Milly suckling at Eve’s breast and now parting her thighs to reveal the bodyguard’s fingers buried deep in her pussy, were too much. Finally, Pam succumbed and with a long sigh and a breathless shiver let her hips thrust to meet Persephone’s teasing penetration. Her tender sheath quivered madly. She moaned.

  “No!” the blonde said. Her touch vanished and she stifled Pam’s mew of disappointment with a long kiss. The American girl did not even try to resist. Persephone’s lips were first to break contact. “You’re not to come yet, darling. If you do I’ll whip you. We’ve hours to go until I let you have your little orgasm, so be a good girl and be patient.”

  Pam groaned again. She did not even like girls. A picture of Drake’s rigid erection filled her head and her sex gave a maddening wriggle and a sudden surge of damp heat. Oh, God, hours? She made the mistake of looking at the slaves on the carpet. Persephone had given them a dildo. Barbara, whose red hair made her look like Miranda, had the hard rubber sunk deep within Ellen, who was wriggling and reflexively bending and straightening her legs as her lover greedily lapped her straining bud. Pam’s pussy gave a tremor so intense it made her catch her breath.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  Chapter Ten

  Drake slammed the door to the penthouse and strode straight to Persephone. “Are you crazy? You didn’t even lock the door for God’s sake.” His iron grip dragged Pam off the sofa to land with a bump on the carpet. He looked at Ellen and Barbara, who huddled together, wide-eyed and trembling. “All slaves on the floor. Kneel!”

  Eve stood as he turned to her, sending Milly sprawling across the carpet. The little blonde quickly got to her knees and Tania took position beside her.

  “I thought you knew better,” Drake told the shamefaced bodyguard. “Button yourself up and go get a drink downstairs. Make it a long one.”

  Blushing, she closed her blouse over her hard-nippled breasts and looked a question at Persephone. The blonde was watching Drake, eyes bright, breasts rising and falling quickly.

  “Move it,” Drake said, quiet but assertive, “before I tit-slap you for being so irresponsible.”

  When Persephone remained silent, the girl took her pistol and gun belt and left without a backward glance.

  “What is it with you, ’Sephone?” Drake demanded. “Why do you enjoy getting others into trouble? Why make things worse for the helpless and powerless? You never used to be this way. You’re like a different person now. What the hell made you change?”

  Her eyes narrowed briefly, then she pouted and stretched her naked limbs like a cat. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. We were only having fun.”

  “Fun! It’s always fun to you. Is it fun if these two slaves are flogged bloody for Sapphism? What if it had been someone else who walked through the door? You could have ended up on the post yourself, and Eve and your own slaves with you.” He pointed at Pam. “This one is Company property. She wouldn’t even be here but for your foolish whims.”

  “It wasn’t foolish,” Persephone said, suddenly serious, then ruined the effect by sticking her tongue out at him. “You beastly man. I knew you only came to spoil everything.”

  He gave a short laugh. Remembering his agitation when she had mentioned the black phenomenon, Pam interpreted his glance at her as a significant one.

  “No, that isn’t why I came.” He drew a sheaf of papers from his inside pocket before facing Ellen and Barbara. “Come here.”

  Shivering and still clinging to one another, they shuffled towards him on their knees. Tears and streaks of eyeliner ran down their cheeks.

  “It’s okay, I’m not going to mention this to anyone, and if you’ve got any sense neither will you. You….” He got no further. The girls did everything but kiss his highly polished shoes in their gratitude and relief. After the incident with the cops Pam understood why. “Have a bath and tidy yourselves up,” he continued, when he finally managed to quieten them. “Then get to the slave pen and stay there. Miss Peake won’t be needing you again tonight.” He ignored Persephone’s snort and eyed the crimson blushes on the girls’ bottoms as they hurried to the bathroom. “Did you have to flog them?”

  The blonde’s laughter tinkled. “Don’t be silly darling. They’re only slaves. And I enjoy it. It’s exciting. See?” She parted her thighs, revealing the pink and swollen crescents glistening between them.

  Drake grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. “Exciting, eh? Let’s see if you think this is exciting. On your knees with the slaves.”

  “What?” She got to her feet. “Rafael, you’re not on the…. Ow!”

  His broad palm had smacked hard on her narrow bottom.

  “Kneel, I said.”

  “Oh, Rafael!” Giggling nervously she sank to the carpet and assumed the same position as the others.

  Drake pulled the side table next to the sofa in front of her and put the papers he was holding on its top. “Tania, fetch your Mistress’s cheque book and a pen.”

  The slave looked at Persephone. “Mistress?”

  “Never mind her. I’ll be the one caning you if you don’t obey.”

  As soon as she returned with the items he wanted, he handed the pen to Persephone.

  “This is why I came. I knew you wouldn’t do anything to keep the promise you made Christine if I wasn’t here to see that you did.” He tapped the documents before her. “Her freedom certificates. Three copies for your signature.”

  “So that’s where you’ve been all day,” the blonde said. “But, darling, I would have got around to it eventually.”

  “Sure you would, if you ever managed to drag yourself away from your ‘fun’. Have you seen her? They put the ointment the Compa
ny gives the slave girls on her and that was all. I had to pay to have her sedated. How would you like lying for days with your body torn and hurting?”

  She did not reply. Drake tapped the papers again. Persephone signed each sheet, and he folded them and returned them to his pocket.

  “You promised her money.”

  The blonde opened her chequebook.

  “She’s called Christine Naylor, not that you troubled to find out.” He watched her write the name and move the pen to the amount line. “Fifty thousand dollars. No, one hundred. You won’t miss it.”

  Persephone wrote the amount without hesitation and signed the cheque. He added it to his pocket and she began to rise. His hand on her shoulder forced her down again.

  “I’m not finished with you.” He picked up the horsehair flogger she had left on the sofa.

  Persephone’s head jerked up. “What are you…?” Her question ended in a sharp intake of breath as Drake flicked the tips of the flogger onto her small left tit.

  “Quiet! Tonight I’m giving you some of what you’ve been so free in dishing out to others. You’re going to learn what it means to be a slave girl, ’Sephone.”

  “No! Oh, no, I’m not…. Ouch!” The horsehair stung her again and she rubbed her breasts, lips twisting.

  “First lesson. What does a slave call a free man?”

  “Master,” she said quickly. “Oh, Lord, not again so soon!”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” A flick of his wrist dusted the flogger across her breasts once more when she did not immediately answer. “Come on, and don’t lie. I’ll know.”

  Persephone mewed and her already blushing cheeks darkened further. “I… we… we got stopped by the police this afternoon. They made us call them ‘Master’ too.” She gave a shiver.

  “Stopped for what?” Drake demanded.

  “P… Public Sapphism. But they let us go without any charges.”

  “And I can guess why.” He shook his head. “You were damned lucky, ’Sephone. Then you come back here and right away you’re acting stupid again.” Drake looked at Pam. “What did they do to you?”

  “Nothing. It was only….”

  “That’s just as well,” he interrupted, swinging the flogger in an arc that swept its tails across Persephone’s breasts in another fiery caress. As she whimpered and squirmed the hotel slaves appeared, no longer sweat-stained, and with their hair and makeup perfect once more. Drake ushered them to the door, had a last quiet word and closed and locked it behind them. He returned to Persephone, unbuttoning his coat. “Bedroom. And crawl.” While she passed him on all fours he grinned at the red bloom the cop’s belt had left on her buttocks, then slashed the horsehair into the cleft separating them and onto the pout of her pussy lips below.

  “Ow, that hurt! Please don’t, Rafael. I’ve got….”

  “Bedroom now!” he barked. “And call me Master.”

  Following directly behind, Pam saw Persephone’s sex tighten at his stern tone. It was still shiny with dew, swollen and bright pink. From the way her own pussy had reacted to Drake’s words she guessed it would look little different.

  “Oh, why is he doing this now?” the blonde groaned as they crawled into the bedroom. “I can’t have anything go wrong now.”

  “Silence! Or should I remind you how you deal with slave girls who indulge in idle chatter when they should be obeying?”

  Pam saw his head turn in her direction and was almost sure he gave her the briefest of winks.

  “Stand by the bed,” he told her, pointing with the flogger. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  With her excitement beginning to pulse again, Pam obeyed. She had a pretty good idea why Persephone had not told Drake to go to hell and had him thrown out. Instead, the blonde climbed onto the bed when he told her to and let him arrange her against two pillows he put against the headboard and a third under the small of her back. She looked at him, eyes shining.

  “Tania,” he said. “Wrist and ankle cuffs, leather ones, and two short straps.”

  “Oh, Rafael,” Persephone said breathily and spread her legs, “If you want me….”

  He dusted the flogger over her bare cleft.

  “Ooh!” She closed her legs abruptly and dived a hand between them. “Ooh, that was right on my little button, you beast.” She laughed. “You haven’t lost your touch, darling.”

  The flogger licked around the outer curve of her right buttock. “What do you call me?”

  “Ooh! Master! I call you Master.” Persephone did not fight as he buckled padded leather cuffs on her wrists and clipped them to snap rings on the headboard of the bed, stretching her arms to either side. Her breathing quickened and Pam could see little beads of sweat on her brow and upper lip as she tugged half-heartedly and ineffectually at her restraints, almost as if she was assuring herself they would not yield. The blonde gave a nervous mew when Drake cuffed her right ankle and forced her leg upwards and outwards, securing it with one of the straps to the same ring as her right wrist. He did the same with her left leg, leaving her almost bent double on her back, with her ankles held widely apart and all of her buttocks and the swell of her sex exposed and vulnerable.

  Once more Drake flicked the horsehair flogger across her bottom, catching both cheeks with a swift back and forth motion of his wrist. Persephone hissed.

  “The cops leathered you, eh?” he asked, smiling thinly as he eyed the deep red blush on both of her rear cheeks which a liberal application of her anaesthetic salve had not been able to prevent.

  “Yes, Master.” She tugged at her restraints again.

  Drake took off his tie and unfastened his shirt.

  “Oh, you’re not going to… to fuck me in front of the slaves?” Persephone said, managing to sound dismayed and excited at the same time. “Ooh, how deliciously naughty! You never did that when we were lovers.”

  “And I’m not doing it now,” he said flatly. His gaze flickered over the little purple bruises surrounding the small wounds the jewelled pins had left in Pam’s breasts. She saw the corners of his mouth turn down. “But I guess I could add some decoration to your tits, the way you obviously did to the slave girls today. Want me to send for your jewel case, ’Sephone?”

  “Nooo!” the helpless blonde wailed, and tugged more forcefully at the straps restraining her. “You have to let me go. I’ve got important business to attend to. I can’t have anything interfere with it. I’ll behave myself, I promise.”

  “Sure you will, for just as long as you’re strapped down tight. And that’s the way you’ll stay until I decide otherwise, slave girl.” Flashing a grin, Rafael dropped his shirt on top of his coat and reached for his belt buckle.

  Pam watched the movement of hard muscle across his torso and swallowed. The buzz of the drug was filling her brain and the increasingly maddening tickle in her sex was making it harder to keep her hands pressed into the small of her back. It became almost impossible when he removed his pants and stood staring sternly at Persephone with his rigid cock curving arrogantly before his belly. Of all the mingling emotions the sight of the helplessly bound and naked girl stirred in her, to Pam’s amazement the one she felt most was envy. It could only be the Venus Dust, but knowing that did not stop her sheath quivering eagerly as she looked at Drake’s naked body.

  “Ooh, Master, darling,” Persephone cooed, in a complete turnabout from her protest.

  “Milly,” he said, “fetch me an oiled butt-plug, a dildo and the thickest rattan from the rack.”

  “Oh no, you mustn’t beat me! I told you I have important business. I can’t be….” She broke off as Milly handed Drake a rattan at least a half-inch thick. He laid the other items she gave him on the bed and smoothed his hand along the length of the cane. The menace in the action made Pam shiver. The rattan was stiff as well as thick. That thickness would spread the force more than a thinner one but it still looked dauntingly wicked to Pam.

  “What a slave girl wants isn’t important. You’ve sa
id that often enough, ’Sephone. It’s time you learned what it really means.” He slashed the cane through the air and all of the girls flinched from the whoosh of its passage.

  Persephone wrenched at her bindings and squirmed. “I’ll ruin you. I’ll see you never set foot on an airship again.”

  He gave a scoffing laugh and Pam saw his hard cock vibrate gently. “No you won’t. I know what you are, and I’ve a pretty good idea what you’re going to become before much longer. Christine got twenty on her tits, thanks to you. We’ll start with the same to your ass.”

  “Noo!” Persephone wailed.

  The wicking sound of the cane striking her buttocks ended her plea.

  “Ooh, God, that hurts!” She wriggled her hips and jerked her wrists and ankles as the startlingly white line that had appeared on her narrow rear-cheeks turned an equally startling red. Another soon joined it and had her hissing and gasping. Again there had been no warm up. Whatever Drake’s past relationship with the blonde mistress had been, this was to be punishment without pleasure as far as he was concerned. Her wriggles became more anguished as he laid on the strokes, each one striking the taut skin over the fleshy rounds of her little bottom and proving Drake could hit a lot harder than Tania. Persephone’s gasps turned to whimpers and then to cries as her buttocks yielded under the steady, regular impacts of the thick rattan and the overlapping weals on her skin glowed fiery red.

  Pam knew no one would pay any heed to her cries. To anyone who heard, she was just another slave receiving a richly deserved punishment or being tormented for the amusement of her owner. And she could not help feeling that Persephone deserved to be punished. The ache that lingered in the slowly fading welts on her own buttocks and breasts did not encourage any sympathy for the blonde mistress’s suffering. What Pam felt was another, far more surprising emotion. If it was true that Drake had taken a liking to her, why was he devoting so much attention to Persephone? Not, she hastily reminded herself, that the fierce caning he was lashing across the blonde’s writhing bottom was the kind of attention she wanted from him. Nevertheless, astonishing though it was, she had to admit she was jealous. Her pussy quivered and her nipples were so hard they ached.