Her mouth a hard line, Eve uncocked the gun, holstered it and stood beside Pam at Traske’s left, while Milly and Tania took position at his right.
“Go ahead,” he said, and Persephone unbuttoned his trousers, her struggle to keep her expression neutral plain to see. “And while you’re doing it I want you to remember the times you’ve taken advantage of your position to embarrass and slight me in front of my passengers and crew.” He chuckled. “And you had better make it good, darling, or the deal is off.”
She did make it good, and quickly seemed to relish sucking and licking his thick-veined cock. Twice he stopped the bobbing of her blonde head to prolong his pleasure and the humiliation of her serving him with her slaves and employee looking on. By the time he had grunted through his climax and she had swallowed, Persephone showed no sign of caring. She slurped and slobbered on his shaft and then drew the last thick pearl of come clinging to its tip into her mouth before tucking the slackening flesh into his trousers.
“On your feet.”
Her hands lifted then clenched at her sides as he slid his fingers between her legs.
“You’re soaking. I knew you would be.” Traske grinned. “And since you’ve just proved how much it means to you, I want ten.”
Her sly, feline smiled curved her lips. “Make it fifteen if you like.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I’ll get a lawyer to draw up a document today. It really is that important, eh? Don’t worry, I don’t care why, just as long as it’s not illegal and I get what you promised.”
“I won’t sign anything until we’re there,” she said flatly.
“Before we’re there,” he corrected, “but only just.”
Persephone gave a grudging nod.
“Now turn around and show me your arse again.” Traske laughed at the flash of anger in her eyes, but she did not refuse. He stared at the red-streaked, purple bruising covering most of her narrow bottom. “That has to be Drake’s handiwork. He always did know how to keep you in hand. He must be wondering why I called him back to the ship when there are only routine matters to deal with. You were rash to invite him, considering.”
“I was surprised he accepted, but he won’t be any trouble. He’s got other things on his mind.” She glanced at Pam before facing the Commodore. “Are we finished?”
He smiled smugly. “For now.”
When he was gone Persephone shuddered. “Get those gloating looks off your faces, you dirty sluts. Tania, get me a brandy. And I need a bath.”
*
“I suppose you found it highly amusing watching me on my knees sucking cock like a slave girl yesterday.” Persephone adjusted her diamond nipple clip and turned from the mirror.
Pam denied the accusation as emphatically as the other slaves, anxious not to provoke the blonde mistress. Though Persephone was less agitated than the day before, her mood was unpredictable, one minute excited, the next showing nervousness that bordered on anxiety. She had risen much earlier than usual and, though the airship was not due to depart until mid-afternoon, had insisted everything be packed at once and the girls dressed for the journey. For that reason Pam had been wearing a steel-boned, white leather corset and walking around in high heels for the last hour, her nether lips rouged bright red and gold clips clustered with pearls on her nipples. Even more uncomfortable was the similar one pinching the tender folds of her hood.
“Ma’am,” Eve said. “I wasn’t gloating. I mean, if you had said….”
“Oh, I know. You were ready to shoot him or beat him senseless, but that wouldn’t have helped.” She smiled at the bodyguard. “I have never doubted your loyalty, darling, and I have always appreciated it.”
Eve’s cheeks turned pink. “Why, thank you, Ma’am.”
“But I’ve been too easy on these slaves, when I should have been smacking their cheeky tits and bottoms to remind them who their Mistress is. And their naughty pussies too, eh, Pamela? Yours has been getting too much pleasure lately and far too little pain.”
Pam eyed her warily, astonished that she had called her by her real name.
Persephone raised the flounced skirts of her primrose taffeta dress. “Well, you can all come and kiss my pussy, just so it’s clear who’s in charge.”
After Pam had taken her turn to kneel and press her lips to the blonde’s slit, Persephone arched one eyebrow and gave her an enigmatic smile. “I’ll be having a little talk with you when we’re back in the air, darling.”
Pam felt more nervous than puzzled. Every ‘talk’ she had had with the lustful blonde had ended in an encounter with the whip or the cane.
“Here, Ellen,” Persephone said, as Pam got to her feet. The previous evening she had taken her slaves and Pam to the hotel’s beauty parlour, ordered them waxed from the neck down and gone out with Eve. When she had returned to collect the freshly depilated girls she had been carrying a large wad of bills. She took her purse in one hand; one of Ellen’s full breasts in the other and kissed the girl on the lips. “You’ve been a good girl,” she said, and handed her a thousand dollar bill. The slave’s mouth fell open. “Oh, what the hell.” The blonde peeled off four more bills and gave them to her. “And you’d better have the same for your lover. She was good too.” She gave her another five thousand dollars.
Milly and Tania looked at each other in amazement. Eve’s face showed disbelief. Having learned that Rafael’s meal in one of the most expensive New York restaurants had barely cost him twenty dollars, Pam was aware of the small fortune Persephone had just given away.
“Keep it safe and spend it wisely,” the blonde mistress said.
“We… we’re saving for our freedom,” Ellen said. “It will….”
“How much?” Persephone asked.
“Twenty thousand each.” She had forgotten to say Mistress twice.
Persephone pulled another bundle of banknotes from her purse, counted off five, five thousand dollar bills and then five more. “Here, and a little something to keep you going ’til you’re on your feet.”
Ellen’s eyes filled with tears. Persephone skirted the pile of luggage in the middle of the floor, grabbed the leashes dangling from her slaves’ collars and, with Ellen’s thanks echoing along the corridor after them, led the way to the elevator. When they reached the lobby she gave the operator a pinch on her pert bottom and a thousand dollars, left the girl staring speechless and went to the desk. The clerk with the coral pink lips and nipples was there. The cost of the penthouse was close to a thousand dollars. Persephone laid it on the counter and then seven more bills on top of it. The girl’s eyes went wide.
“One for each of you,” the blonde mistress said, her glance taking in all of the slaves behind the desk. She placed another bill before the girl serving her. “And an extra one for you, darling, because you have such wonderful tits. There is one thing I want you to do for me before I go.” Persephone turned her sly gaze on Pam and her two companions.
“A… anything, Miss Peake.”
“Since these naughty slave girls of mine were so amused by what I had to do yesterday they can amuse me today. Get someone to put them all to the post and lay a dozen with the cane on their insolent bottoms.” She took the feather-ended butt-plugs from her purse and put them on the counter. “And then have him shove these up their backsides.”
Chapter Twelve
Pam made the journey to the airport with a fiery buzzing in her buttocks, and twelve welts on her rear cheeks she was sure were as crimson and fiery as those Tania and Milly were displaying. The hotel’s whip master had not treated them lightly, nor been gentle when he had forced the butt-plugs into their tight rear entrances.
Passed quickly through customs, they stepped into the vast shadow cast by the Empire’s Triumph and made for the boarding ramp. Commodore Traske stood at the top. Pam’s smarting buttocks tightened, clamping her sphincter on the plug between them. Rafael was standing beside him.
“You’re early, Miss Peake,” Traske said. “You seem eager to be on your
way this trip.”
“You know how I love flying, darling,” Persephone replied, with more of her usual confidence than she had shown at their last meeting. “I’m always eager to set off.”
“But you still found time to cane the slaves,” Rafael said, frowning at their striped bottoms. “Have you forgotten Ann is Company property?”
Persephone laughed. “Not at all, darling. Have you?”
He gave her a thin smile and did not look at Pam. “See that she’s back in the slave quarters in half an hour. Her shift starts when we take off.”
“Chief Riley, we don’t often see you up here,” the Commodore said, as the chief engineer appeared from aft. “I hope there isn’t a problem?”
“Everything’s fine, Sir,” the Chief said. “I’d just like a word with the First Lieutenant.” He led Rafael to the foot of the ramp where the undocking crew was assembling to start preparing the airship to be towed clear of the buildings. Something he said made Rafael look at him in obvious surprise. The Chief nodded and grinned and spoke again, then firmly shook the hand Rafael held out. They both looked pleased. Persephone’s tug on Pam’s leash stopped her from seeing more.
“I have the document,” Traske said, patting his breast pocket as they passed him.
“And I have a pen. Make sure you give me a reason to use it.”
He grinned broadly. “Oh, I will! I have fifteen million reasons of my own to want you to. I have no objection to being rich.”
Eve’s sharp intake of breath told Pam she was not alone in being surprised by what they had overheard. As she had suspected, the numbers Persephone and Traske had discussed at the hotel had been money, but she had not imagined they had been talking about such an enormous sum. What could the Commodore possibly do that was important enough for the blonde to pay him so much?
A few hours later it was not the intentions of a blonde girl that obsessed Pam’s thoughts but those of a blond man. Freed at last from corset, clips and anal plug she had been on duty in the saloon when, dumping water ballast by the ton, the Empire’s Triumph had risen skywards and turned its nose to the east. As she had sensed the vibration of the engines through her feet, a shudder had run through her, apprehension and anticipation, and a glimmer of desperate hope. Please God! It had brought her here. Let it find her and take her back.
Pam had heard the other girls talking about Count Arminsdorf while she had fixed her hair and make-up and put on her skimpy loincloth in preparation for her shift. The moment she began pouring him coffee his hand began exploring the ridges the cane had raised on her buttocks. He usually travelled on one of his native Austrian airships, but the Salzburg had developed boiler problems before departure and he had switched to the Empire’s Triumph. After no more than a sip of coffee he was steering Pam past a superciliously smiling Persephone Peake, out of the saloon and into his stateroom.
Two slave girls were there already. One blonde, the other black-haired, they stood over six feet tall in their black, thigh-length leather boots. They wore nothing else except a black leather bustier that cupped their round breasts without covering the thick, gold studs piercing their conical nipples. Their lovely faces were powdered white, in vivid contrast to their black eye-makeup and lipstick. The effect, Gothic, ghoulish and at the same time doll-like, made Pam’s stomach flutter all the more. Most shocking was her discovery that what one of the girls in the slave quarters had described was true. Spaced evenly along the edges of the pouting crescents of the girls’ outer pussy-lips were small golden grommets, like the eyelets in a shoe, and threaded through them was a thin leather thong binding one lip to the other for the length of their slits, and tied in a neat bow through a small but thick golden ring in each girl’s clitoral hood.
Towering over Pam, they pulled her loin covering away, drew her to the bed and, careless of her throbbing bottom, put her on her back and lay down on either side of her. Utterly intimidated, she did not resist when they pulled her thighs apart and trapped them tightly between their own leather-clad ones. The Count’s eyes glittered as he looked at her and slowly stripped off his clothes. The slaves gripped her wrists, held them above her head and, without a word exchanged, clamped their black-rouged lips over her nipples. She caught her breath at the fierce suction and the sight of the Count’s rearing cock as he climbed onto the bed. Its big, club-like head gleamed purple in its enormity, arrogant and insistent.
It was not the tautly strained flesh that first pushed aside the sensitive swells of Pam’s labia, however. Cupping her burning buttocks with both hands, Arminsdorf sank his tongue into her suddenly quivering sex. Hopelessly trapped between the slaves, the American girl surrendered to the rhythmic licking of the tongue thrusting into her most intimate place. It went on and on, with the man growing ever more enthusiastic, lapping over the fleshy crescents of her outer lips, sucking her clitoris and nipping with his teeth at her inner labia, driving her relentlessly to her peak until her gasps and moans drowned out the wet noises of the girls sucking her nipples and the Count’s rapid probing between her trembling thighs. She climaxed three times before he mounted her and rode her ruthlessly hard, driving her flaring buttocks into the mattress and striking shivers in her madly rippling sex. His breathless lunging as he came pushed her over the precipice again and her sheath abruptly contracted in spasm after glorious spasm. Pam cried out, ecstatic but devastated that she had reacted as powerfully to a stranger as she had to Rafael.
Her ordeal was not over, or her pleasure. The blonde slave positioned the American girl with her back against her hard-nippled breasts, while the dark-haired girl held her thighs wide and licked and slurped at the fluids oozing from her pussy. They swapped places halfway and, with the blonde sucking her swollen inner-lips deep into her mouth while her fingers strummed Pam’s bud, the helpless girl shuddered and writhed through another breathtaking climax. While she still quivered from its effects the girls arranged her on her knees on the floor, each holding one of her wrists behind her and clasping their free hands over her pointed breasts. The Count presented his half-hard shaft to her lips. A few minutes sucking on the shiny flesh restored its girth until it was all Pam could do to stretch her jaws wide enough to take it into her mouth.
At last he pulled out and hauled her to her feet.
“Sehr gut,” he said, as she swayed and panted. “They told me you are That Kind. They did not exaggerate.” He put her loincloth in her hand, turned her to face the door and propelled her towards it with a fiery swat to her bottom. She looked back as she left the room. The blonde slave was kneeling on the bed, buttocks lifted and held apart by the dark girl. With her sex laced tightly closed there could only be one place Count Arminsdorf meant to put his enormous baton. Sphincter clenching, Pam tottered into the corridor and closed the door.
He had called her That Kind and she had behaved as if it was true. Two days had passed since Persephone had last made her take Venus Dust, yet still she could feel it pulsing hotly in her blood and low in her belly. While fear churned her gut, Pam’s heart ached. She had betrayed Rafael, felt pleasure equal to any he had given her with a complete stranger. Yet she had been as much under the power of the drug when Rafael had taken her. Why should she feel guilt? He should mean nothing to her, just as she was nothing to him once his lust was satisfied. He had left her to Persephone’s cruel whims without a word. She owed him nothing.
As if her thoughts were enough to summon him, Drake appeared from one of the side corridors ahead. Pam fastened her loincloth in place but not before his gaze took in her puffy and damply glistening pussy-lips. He looked at the dark smudges of rouge around the tips of her breasts, then into her eyes. The corners of his mouth turned down.
“You’ve been used.”
She gulped. “Yes, Sir. You said I always have to be ready to please the passengers.”
“There’s nothing I can do about that for now. But when we reach London things might be different.”
With a sudden melting feeling inside she lowered her
gaze, then immediately looked up as he caressed her breasts. His smile seemed a little forced but it was a smile nonetheless.
“It’s okay to enjoy it, sweetheart. It comes with the job.”
Her nipple ached all the more under the pressure of his thumb and she sucked in a deep breath. “Y… you don’t treat me the same as the others.” Pam made it a statement instead of a question. He already seemed displeased. She did not want to make him angry by appearing impertinent.
His smile broadened. “Maybe that’s because you answered me back.”
“What?”
“You answered back when I found you in the corridor. All the rest were either too terrified when they realised what they had done, or so aroused by it they couldn’t say anything sensible. But you stood up to me. I didn’t understand why at the time but I liked you for doing it.”
“You hit me for doing it.”
Rafael’s laugh sounded rich and warm. “Of course, but I admired your courage too.” He consulted his pocket watch. “Your shift ended half an hour ago. Time you were back in quarters. And get your ass seen to before you go back on duty.” He went back the way he had come.
Pam stared after him. He admired her! He had enslaved her and had her beaten, given her as a toy to strangers and used her himself without ever asking her what she wanted. Now he had just told her he liked her. As usual, her thoughts were in turmoil. When had they not been in this crazy place? She could only think of one time - when she had lain in Rafael’s arms. Pam remembered the grey dawn in the hotel room, and that he had once asked her what she wanted. His words echoed in her mind: ‘Want to go again, sweetheart?’ Vividly recalling her reply, she shuddered and set off unsteadily along the corridor.
*
“Take the slaves to the observation lounge and let them watch the moonlight on the ocean, Eve. And don’t hurry back.” Persephone was at her most predatory as she aimed her catlike smile at Pam.
Eve cast an uneasy glance in the American girl’s direction. “The moon isn’t up yet, Ma’am.”
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