Pam-Ann (21 page)

The men climaxed with obvious
pleasure and satisfaction, and withdrew from their panting
victims.

“Now you can kneel and lick us
clean like a couple of good slave girls,” the sergeant told them.
“Then we’ll decide what we’re gonna do.”

If the two mistresses felt any
distaste or humiliation they hid it well as they licked the cocks,
and their red faces could have as easily been the result of their
exertions as embarrassment at being treated like slaves. When their
tongues were back inside their mouths and the men’s shrinking
shafts back in their trousers the sergeant lined them against the
wall again.

“Okay, I gotta tell you ladies
I’m impressed. You were pretty damned good.” His grin no longer
seemed so menacing as it had earlier. “I guess there’s a chance me
and Murphy were mistaken about what we saw going on. What do you
think?”

Faces alight with hope the
young mistresses
answered together. “Yes,
Master.”

The cop nodded. “Tell you what.
Get your snatches spread. If both your clits are still sticking out
we’ll forget this ever happened.”

They instantly dived their hands
between their legs, spread their nether-lips and arched their backs
to give the cops a better view. The men leaned forward and peered
closely at the wetly glistening pussies. Horrified but fascinated,
Pam thought of the fate that awaited the women if they failed the
final test. To her relief both were displaying a pink, shiny and
firmly erect clitoris to their tormentors.

The cops chuckled.

“Well I guess you win this
time,” the sergeant said. “No Judge Hankin for you. And maybe
you’ve learned your lesson. Remember it when you sit down on your
sore butts for the next few days, and think of how a hundred would
feel. The ox-hide is a lot heavier than my belt. You’re not slaves
and take my word you don’t wanna be. Keep your Sapphism indoors in
future.” He waved his nightstick under their noses. “Don’t parade
it around the streets. I don’t wanna see your ID. I don’t wanna
know who you are. But don’t bet on being so lucky next time, so
make sure there isn’t one.” He led Murphy to the mouth of the
alley. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. If you’re still here I’ll take
you down the precinct and put you in the lockup for the night.”
Grinning broadly, he disappeared around the corner with his
partner.

Eve and the other bodyguard
pulled their pants up and retrieved their gun belts. The slave
girls stood still, awaiting orders. Both looking stunned.
Persephone and Miranda did not move. Miranda came to life first.
She went to the brunette slave whose timely piss had possibly saved
both mistresses.

“Tonight you won’t be chained,”
she promised. “I’m giving you a dildo, and tomorrow you can play
with your pussy all day long if you want to.” She turned to
Persephone. “My God, that was absolutely terrifying.”

“And absolutely amazing,” the
blonde said, still breathless. “God, just thinking about it is
making me need to come again.” She slid a hand between her legs and
rubbed hard.

“You’re crazy,” Miranda said.
“They’ll be coming back.”

“But not for another five
minutes.” Persephone continued masturbating.

After a moment’s hesitation
Miranda copied her, and almost immediately they were both squirming
and sighing in the throes of their climaxes. A moment later the
brunette slave did the same. The two mistresses exchanged
astonished glances and began to laugh.

* * * * *

Persephone stopped caressing the
breasts of the two hotel slaves, smoothed her hands slowly over
their bellies and loosed the ties that held their loincloths in
place. The moment the material slipped from their hips she sank the
middle fingers of both hands into the girls’ depilated sexes and
kissed each of them on the lips.

“Feel the Venus Dust, darlings?
You’ll forget everything but the pleasure, I promise. You’ll feel
wonderful.”

The girls trembled all the way
to the tips of their breasts as her fingers moved within them. They
had been that way all through serving the dinner that had just
ended, but it seemed that their eyes had grown brighter and their
breathing quicker and shallower since they swallowed the drug.

Pam was feeling the Venus Dust
too. She had been first to be made to take it. Its peppery
effervescence lingered in her mouth and gullet, and its warmth in
her belly had already spread lower, increasing the tingling between
her thighs that had been there for most of the day. Similar warmth
filled her head, soaking her brain and creating a soft, buzzing
excitement, and curiously, at the same time a not unpleasant
languor that seemed to slow every movement but the rapid beating of
her heart. Feeling strangely detached from what was happening
around her, Pam watched the ripple of muscles in Persephone’s taut
and reddened backside as
the blonde walked
naked, lithe and catlike to the rack of punishment implements the
hotel provided for the use of guests, and selected one.

“The deerskin, darlings. No, on
second thought the horsehair.” She put her first choice back and
plucked a horsehair flogger from the rack, smoothing its dozens of
fine tails through her left palm. “I’m going to warm you up a
little,” she told the two slave girls. “First those gorgeously
cheeky bottoms and then your divine tits.”

Dreamily, Pam watched Ellen and
Barbara kneel and turn up the full curves of their buttocks for the
flogger. They were side by side in front of the glass doors that
opened onto the wide balcony, and the evening sunlight was
reflecting off the windows of the building opposite, casting
patterns in light and shade across their naked bodies. The patterns
danced over their skins as the horsehair swished and the slaves
shivered under its kiss. Persephone dusted it over their pale rear
cheeks, gently at first, but impatience soon had her swinging it
harder and the girls bottoms were pale no longer but suffused with
a pinkness that rapidly turned to red. The slaves rocked and
twisted as the blows continued and their intensity increased.

Kneeling between Tania and Milly
on the luxuriously thick carpet, Pam tried hard to keep thoughts of
the hot sting that must be spreading over the girls’ soft skins
from forcing their way into her mind. Did they find it as hard as
she did to be continually at the beck and call of others and
completely at the mercy of their whims? They showed no sign of
resentment as they raised their hands behind their necks and pushed
out their breasts to be stung by the horsehair, but surely it had
to be there. The blonde plied the flogger skilfully, flicking its
strands in turn across each girl’s out-thrust tits in fiery
caresses to their undersides or rounded upper curves. Apart from
the inevitable sway and jiggle of their breasts the slaves kept
still, giving only an occasional mew or hiss as the blows
quickened.

The drug was coursing through
Pam’s veins. She had buried her memories deep, determined they
would never resurface to haunt her and wound again her tormented
heart, but she was weakening. She had hung from her wrist cuffs
with her toes barely brushing the floor, nude, sweat-sheened,
seeing herself in the full-length mirror as Rick had lashed her.
Her breasts had jiggled and bounced from the impacts of the leather
and she had watched the thin, scorching tracks appear on her
white-skinned mounds. They had hurt horribly, but they had also
been wickedly, tantalisingly exciting.

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 love-making, 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 h
er 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?”