Pam-Ann

by Lindsey Brooks

  “What you should do is take your slaves, go to your room and enjoy yourself,” Rafael continued. “Or if you prefer you can take one of mine.” The look he gave Pam was challenging once more.

  She did her best to keep her disappointment from showing on her face. He had said the same when Eve had visited them three weeks previously, hinting that Pam was just as available to her as were Daisy or Persephone, or any of the dozen other slave girls who were needed to look after Rafael’s large, new home. He had also presented her with another problem she was having difficulty adjusting to. Without saying anything to her about it, Rafael had somehow manoeuvred Pam into taking charge of the running of his household, though she did not think she was very suited to the role while she was still learning about her new world.

  Though she was unsure whether he would have made her go through with it, Pam had been relieved when Eve had merely glanced in her direction with a perceptive smile and declined Rafael’s offer. Well, mostly she had been relieved. While it embarrassed her to admit it, she could not deny she had enjoyed her experience with Eve when they had been on the airship. At least now, Pam thought she understood why she had responded so eagerly to the caresses of other women, and become aroused despite the painful torments Persephone had put her through. The Venus Dust might have been phoney but her suppressed desire after two years of celibacy was not and, if she was completely honest, she had discovered there was something different and not entirely unappealing about the way a girl made love to her. Though the pleasure did not compare to that she felt with Rafael, perhaps it was as well that Eve had bought herself an island in the British Caribbean, surrounded herself with her Sapphic friends and a large number of slave girls, and was not likely to be a regular guest in Rafael’s home. Pam glanced at him and a flutter teased low in her belly. Sometimes she was utterly shameless. But that was how a slave girl was meant to be. Again she felt a pang of regret and the annoying frustration that had been increasing with each day that had passed since the one when Rafael had bought her.

  Eve had adjusted quickly after she had opened the envelope Persephone had given her and discovered the girl’s wealth was all hers. Even after Traske had cashed his cheque she was still the richest woman in the world. She was far too sensible to let it go to her head as it had to Persephone’s. Eve had only brought two slaves with her on her visit, Tania and Milly, and neither had been complaining about their change of ownership.

  Why Persephone had left nothing for the version of herself she must at least have suspected would appear in her place, Pam had no idea, but it had made turning the new arrival into a slave far less complicated. She would not have lasted five minutes alone before giving herself away, and she was so submissive she could not possibly have managed without help. Disregarding the fact she had a ticket, Rafael had taken her to the London Slave Registry and filled out the necessary paperwork. All that was needed was a simple declaration by a girl that she had stowed away and the new Persephone had unhesitatingly given it. No one had queried her enslavement. She was still in awe of Rafael but not so much as in the beginning, though her surprise seemed to increase as each day passed without him whipping or caning her. And she was only beginning to understand that although he looked identical to the man she had known in her version of reality, he was not at all the same.

  “Come on,” Rafael chided, when Riley continued to stand with his pencil poised above his notebook. “We’re paying those people in New York City a lot of money to run things smoothly. They can manage for a week without you, or better still, two weeks.” He chuckled. “And if you don’t do something about that hard-on soon you’re going to bust that new zipper on your pants.”

  Riley laughed and put his notebook in his pocket. “You’re right, I ought to be enjoying the fruits of our success. Come on you two, time you showed me you’re worth all that money I paid for you.”

  Pam saw the slave girls exchange grins as they got to their feet, the white girl in a narrow black loincloth and black enamelled collar, the brown-skinned girl, once one of the Zulu stokers Riley prized so highly, in white. They were beautiful, big-breasted and generously curved. Eyeing the red weals on the white girl’s bottom as the slaves followed their Master from the room, Pam felt another twinge of envy. Rafael’s dark gaze, intense and smoky with desire, turned on her. Her pussy tightened.

  “Time I took my own advice,” he said. “Daisy, take Persephone with you and find something to amuse yourselves.”

  The girls picked up their discarded loincloths and, with Persephone looking as surprised as always at being allowed time for herself, disappeared onto the patio. Since Rafael had shown no interest in using either of them, or any of the other slave girls, Pam could make a pretty good guess at what they would be getting up to.

  “You won’t need that,” Rafael said as Pam reached for her own scrap of silk. He lay on the broad sofa and began unbuttoning his shirt. Sure he would expect it, Pam hurried to assist him, but he grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. The quivering in her belly reached her sex. His hand slid down the curves of her buttocks to where they met her thighs and drew them apart. Pam shifted and felt the hard length of his erection pressing against her abdomen. She looked into his eyes, saw them smoulder and felt tremors tease her sheath. Dampness bathed it as tingling warmth spread across her skin and centred between her legs. She pressed her hard nipples to his bare chest.

  “What was so interesting about Alex’s slaves?” Rafael asked.

  She had not known he had seen her looking. “They were very beautiful. Much more than me.”

  “Not true.” He smiled and she smiled back with the warmth in her heart increasing along with that in her sex.

  Pam fought down her excitement. If she allowed herself to become wholly aroused she would let him evade the issue, just as he had every other time she had tried to bring it up. “He keeps them in collars,” she said, more to the point, and conscious of the bareness of her own neck. “And he punished the one called Sue recently.”

  He shrugged, and his hard cock rubbed her belly through his pants. “That’s up to him. They’re his slaves.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant.” On the bridge of the airship she had made her choice in a single beat of her heart and, for a reason she would never know for sure, the blackness had let her. It had been a conscious, willing choice. There had been times since then Pam had come close to wishing things had worked out differently. The submissive, pain-loving girl that she could now admit dwelt within her wanted to be Rafael’s slave girl, but the other Pam, the controlled, independent and self-reliant one, could not escape the feeling that her life should consist of more than kneeling at her Master’s feet and instantly obeying him in all things. She screwed up her courage. “I… I think you need to tell me where I stand.”

  Rafael laughed softly. “Wherever I order you to. That’s what slave girls do – obey their masters.”

  Pam’s heart sank. “I’m serious, and I… I’m confused too. These last weeks we’ve been together… I don’t know what I’m supposed to be, or… or what I want to be. There are times you call me slave and treat me like one, and others when… well, I’m not sure how you’re treating me. I need to know what you expect from me, what I am to you. And if it’s just another slave you should put me in a collar, like Riley has with his girls.” That was not what she wanted but at least she would know once and for all what she meant to him.

  “Is that what you want? Aren’t you happy, sweetheart?” Rafael frowned as he spoke but Pam got the feeling it was not her muddled protest that had caused his annoyance.

  “No. Yes. Oh, hell, I don’t know any more! No one has ever made me feel the things I feel with you. No one has ever made me want to feel half of them.” She saw a thin smile play across his lips.

  “So that’s the reason for all your little provocations lately? You’ve been trying to get yourself punished.”

  She pushed out her bottom lip, refusing to blush. “It didn’t work very ofte
n.”

  “More often than you imagine, but I’ve been going easy on you. You’ve told me a lot about your world, including that women don’t get beaten where you come from.”

  “Well, it does happen there sometimes. A lot of people aren’t comfortable with it, like the way the Sapphics are treated here, though it’s not illegal.”

  “And it happened to you,” Rafael said. It was not a question.

  “There was a man,” Pam confessed. She had started this. She had no choice but to finish. “I… I let him tie me up and beat me. I thought I loved him but I didn’t. What I loved was the things he did to me.” This time her cheeks flushed hotly.

  “What makes you so sure it wasn’t because you loved him?”

  Pam swallowed. “Because now I know how it really feels to be in love.” She made herself meet Rafael’s eye. His smile made her heart race and her pussy ripple.

  “With someone who needs to tell you where you stand?”

  “Yes,” Pam said. To be sure that she loved him was one thing. To have to continue living with her confusion and uncertainty was quite another.

  Rafael stroked her bottom again. “I thought after I lost my temper and flogged you…. And when the black thing appeared….” His hands clasped her flesh and sent a delicious tickle through her pussy. “And then it was rushing towards us and you were rushing towards me.” He jiggled her buttocks and his laugh made her heart turn over. “By God, I was never so pleased in my life. I knew I had to let you go but I was still so afraid of losing you. I don’t ever want to feel that way again, sweetheart. I don’t ever want to do anything that might stop you wanting me.”

  “You never could,” Pam said, with more certainty than she had ever felt about anything before. “It’s just that I don’t know what you….” Her sex responded to his exploring hands with a ripple and a surge of damp heat. She forced her rapidly fluttering eyelids to remain open long enough to look at him and then quickly lowered them as a new blush flamed on her cheeks. “I… I like it when you hurt me. I told myself it was the Venus Dust Persephone gave me, until I found out it wasn’t real at all. Then I knew what I truly was. And I knew what I truly wanted.”

  “For me to beat you, sweetheart?” Rafael’s words were pitched low, mellow and sensual.

  They made Pam look up, and the simmering heat she saw in his deep-brown eyes made her sheath contract as if he was already inside her. She nodded. “Don’t you want to?”

  “God, yes! There’s no pleasure I know that could come close. I’ve been waiting and hoping that you would find the courage to tell me. Waiting until you were ready to trust me completely.”

  Excitement swelled in Pam’s breast. “I do trust you. I… I guess I could try to get used to being your slave girl, as long as I know that’s what you truly want me to be.”

  Rafael did not reply. Aware that he had avoided the issue once again, Pam allowed her disappointment to slip away, when he chuckled and snapped one of her suspenders sharply against her skin. She shuddered at the sting and more tremors teased her sex.

  “Will you put me in a collar?” she asked, voice husky with rising passion. “Will you whip me?”

  He looked deeply into her eyes. “I’d love to whip you, but is it really what you want, sweetheart?”

  Pam’s heart was too full for her to speak. She nodded, looking at him through prickling tears of longing and happiness, her frustrations temporarily forgotten amid her rising excitement.

  Rafael carried her upstairs and suspended her by her wrists from the shiny steel hook set into one of the roof beams of the bedroom. He took off her garter belt and the brush of his fingers as he rolled her silken stockings down her legs quickened the pulse of her arousal. The sting of doeskin on her buttocks and thighs felt wonderful, warming her beautifully. The thrumming vibration of the blows transmitted itself through muscle and bone and made her sex quiver until it was contracting in time with every stroke. Shoulders aching, Pam balanced on the balls of her feet and revelled in the flood of heat that abruptly joined the fiery stinging. She half-opened her eyes when the whipping stopped but her disappointment was momentary as she saw Rafael pick up the ox-hide flogger. Then the pain really began.

  Pam drifted and then soared. She was flying, and what she felt had long ceased to be pain or pleasure but had melded into that incredible sensation so much greater than both that it made all others pale into insignificance. Joy and gratitude swelled in equal measure. Nothing could compare to the feelings Rafael was capable of stirring in her. The man she loved. The man who loved her. Her belly curled, and she came in long, rippling spasms.

  Rafael left her wrists in their leather cuffs when he laid her on the bed. Forcing her arms above her head, he used her as a slave girl should be used, pounding her wonderfully throbbing buttocks into the mattress with hard lunges of his rigid cock, while his weight upon her heightened the delicious ache and burn of her freshly flogged breasts. Wave after wave of delight washed over Pam until the hot surge of his come plunged her into ecstasy once more. Afterwards, she glowed inside and out as he held her, comfortable, safe and sated in his arms – comfortable despite the scald and scorch of the weals on buttocks and back, breasts and thighs. She hovered between wakefulness and sleep, unwilling to surrender her consciousness and relinquish the moment. She was too happy, happier than she would ever have believed possible, lying in the circle of her Master’s arms a world away from everything she had once valued, and which she knew now had never been important.

  Pam must have fallen asleep, for she woke at the touch of a hand smoothing her hair from her neck. She looked up into Rafael’s face. Her heart pattered and she shivered as he closed something around her neck and locked it in place. Pam reached to it in wonderment. It was not the collar she had been expecting. It was a gold necklace, a chain thick enough to make her aware of its weight, but jewellery, not a symbol of slavery. Puzzled, she let her fingers explore the unyielding metal. It felt warm against her skin. Rafael held a tiny key on another, thinner chain. He slipped the chain over his head and let the key rest on the springy hair curling on his chest. His forefinger slid gently across Pam’s lower lip and then he bent to kiss her.

  “Thank you,” Pam whispered in the moment before their mouths met, though she was still unsure quite what she was thanking him for.

  He took her again, and once more pain and pleasure mingled and then coalesced into the greater sensation that was at the same time neither and both. Rafael did not hold her when he was finished.

  “Clean up,” he said, Master now, not lover, “and put your hair up. You’ll find something to do it with in the bathroom. It will be dinner time soon.”

  *

  Rafael sensed a movement from the corner of his eye and looked through the half-open door of his bathroom. Pam did not look in his direction as she padded barefoot and silent across the carpet to stand beneath the shiny steel hook from which he had so recently suspended her. He saw her head tilt back as she looked up at it and her hand reach upwards, then stop just short of touching it. She turned aside and paused to stare at the chromed-metal whipping post before going to the ox-hide flogger that hung in its place on the wall rack. Again she reached out and again drew back without letting her fingers touch the implement that had given her pain. Rafael smiled to himself. It had given her pleasure too - a pleasure that had been at least the equal of his own. He need never have any doubts about that in the future. He had had plenty of others after the exhilaration of having Pam fling herself into his arms aboard the Empire’s Triumph had worn off. They had only increased as she had answered his questions about where she came from.

  The more Pam told him about the other Earth that had been her home, the more unbelievable the place seemed, with machines that flew without needing helium and engines that did not need steam. Most important to Rafael, there was no slavery. The customs and rules sounded craziest of all, especially the ones Pam said men had passed to make females their equals in the eyes of the law. She had even
somehow been involved in their enforcement, though he was pretty confused about that part, particularly when her recent confession had confirmed his strong suspicion that she had had experience of mixing pain with pleasure before she had ever appeared on the airship. It was not hard to credit as he watched her reach back to the welts on her beautifully curved buttocks and smooth a palm over the ridges he had raised on her soft skin. Her flesh yielded under the pressure of her hand. He watched her shiver and lift her head, and then her fingers splay and sink deeper. At the same time she reached up her other hand to caress the chain he had placed around her neck. This girl, it seemed, could both submit and enjoy pain without having any desire to endure slavery.

  He had been unfair to her. Not for the first time since buying Pam, Rafael felt a pang of guilt. More than his doubts about what she really wanted had made him hesitate. He had had the feeling he was out of his depth from the moment he had handed over his money, and the first question that had entered his mind as he had received her ownership papers had been, was this what he really wanted? He had wrestled with it many times since, while delaying facing up to the inevitable consequences of his actions. Now he could no longer put it off. She both needed and deserved to know. And he was ready to tell her.

  Rafael stepped into the bedroom. Pam looked in his direction and a pink flush rose prettily on her cheeks as she met his eye. He looked at the crimson blush on her skin and deepening red of the marks he had imprinted on her beautiful breasts and thighs. She had made-up her face and pinned her hair in place with the gold comb set with pearls he had left in the bathroom. She was beautiful and she was his. His heart surged at the pleasure and excitement the thought gave him, as he felt again the one emotion he had never dreamed he would feel for any girl – the same emotion he saw in the shining eyes staring adoringly into his. He loved her. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  “You look beautiful,” Rafael said, and the pleasure that lit up Pam’s face as he smiled at her and she at him made his heart skip again. “I have to tell you something. I hope it….”