Deviance Becomes Her (12 page)

She’d heard splashing from the bodies being thrown overboard…then dreaded silence. She didn’t move a muscle. She heard the other men angrily talking amongst themselves; it seemed forever before they finally got back into their boat, and their voices eventually faded away.
 

She figured she had slept for a while, thirsty and hungry, and she peed herself. Ultimately, the boat started to rock again, and she knew someone else had boarded. However, at this point it didn’t matter who they were for she was going to die anyway. She needed to make herself known. Thank goodness they were not more pirates.
 

James sat next to her; arm around her as she talked, fingers trailing up and down her upper arm, making her feel secure and protected. He was still in awe that he had actually found her; the odds against that were inconceivable, and yet here she was.
 

Later James contacted Barbie by radio and told her the incredibly good news and that they were headed home. She was beside herself with relief and called her boss to tell him the good news. What amazing luck! Bob Tremont was speechless. This was something for the six o' clock news! Barbie asked that he not speak to anyone about this until she spoke with Pam; maybe she did not want all of this to get out. She would call him back as soon as she had more
details. Right now, she just wanted him to know she was safe and sound! Bob agreed. He said he would set up a charter jet to come and get her when she was ready to come home.
 

* * *

Later that night, Pam laid with James in the king size bed, and repeated all that had happened to her. Recalling any details she had left out, what Conrad did to her, the rape, and how she found she came to love what they had done to her. It amazed and confused her; she had turned into someone who was almost crazed with lust! Was there something wrong with her?
 

James hugged her close and said in a gentle calming tone, “No, Pam, you’re entirely normal. Some people have a proclivity for the unusual; not that they are deviant; they just have a deeper, more primitive sexual need. There is nothing wrong with that as long as you play safe and it makes you happy. Your sexual expression has been there all along, but once awakened you became frightened at your strong lustful reactions…that’s all it is, and I would not fret about it. In fact, it is a good thing. I’m of the same mold.” He rubbed her arm slowly and tenderly. “You can actually get an endorphin rush from that much intense sex.”
 

“
Really?” She gazed at his handsome face in the dim light of the moon peeking through the large porthole. She tentatively traced her finger down the faint wicked scar on his cheek, realizing she really loved him. He knew her inside and out, and she would do
anything
he wanted her to do. “It’s normal to want to be brutalized?” She found that hard to believe. Oh, she had heard of bondage and masochism, but it never entered her mind to even attempt it, or met anyone who was into it. Until she met James. He hugged her tight.
 

She smiled to herself and snuggled in closer to him, feeling the glow of devotion surround her. He was her protector; he saved her life! Her pussy was starting to swell in ‘love lust’ when she felt his hard dick twitch against her thigh.

“
You're normal…trust me…and deviance becomes you,” he said as he rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his knee. His hand reached down between them to tease her
open lower lips, get her wet…then smiled broadly to himself when he found her already slick and ready.
 

Bruised and worn out, Pam opened her thighs even wider and let him enter her. He was gentle and loving, truly making love to her. She sighed and held him close. She knew in her heart she loved him more than anything.
 

It was not so much ‘sex’ they were having, as it was a special bonding between them…reaching a much deeper level of intimacy. They didn’t even care to have orgasms by the time he pulled out. He held her again lovingly in his arms and they drifted off into much–needed sleep.
 

* * *

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
 

In the morning, James contacted the Coast Guard to let them know he’d found the missing person safe and sound, and what had happened to the pirates. They would find the empty craft at some point.

He radioed Barbie back and told her an estimated time when they should arrive at the house. With the calls out of the way, they could relax a little.

Pam was improving hourly it seemed. However, her mind could not stop whirling with the recollection of the rape, details, and how she had responded…her body had taken on that ordeal with a mind of its own. She loved the hands upon her, their animal thrusting and that broken English she hardly understood.
 

All she felt was their carnal sexual union; that much she understood clearly. She was more than a little ashamed that her body craved the wild, the unknown, the control, and pain. She did not want to figure out why; it was probably too complicated and she never believed in therapy.
 

It is what it is….
 

James had already explained it to her in helpful terms; she was a submissive soul. Live with it…embrace it. Not everyone gets a chance to be free enough to let themselves go to the outer limits of desire. People read about it, some dabble in it, but there are those who live it and thrive. Some were lucky enough to have found a partner they could trust, and enjoy the pain and pleasure together.

She took his words to heart…she sighed heavily. Soon she would be home.

* * *

The reunion with Barbie was intense. They both cried and did not want to let go of their tight grip on each other. Life was too fragile; they had almost lost each other for good!
 

They spent the rest of the day by the pool, soaking up the sun. Marta brought them stiff drinks and appetizers, to help them relax and enjoy. James gave them all the time they needed to talk things over and reconnect after the ordeal. Barbie was a sounding board for Pam, letting her vent, talk, cry, scream, and rage.
 

After a week’s stay with James and Pam, Barbie was ready to fly home. Pam wanted to stay a little longer, but Barbie needed to get back to work, for her sanity’s sake.

 
She was tired of listening to Pam repeat herself about the tortures she went through; as much as she loved Pam, she needed to get back to reality and away from this depressive atmosphere.
 

* * *

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

James treaded carefully around Pam for the first week. After Barbie left, they were alone again. He wanted her in the worst way. This was a fragile woman whom he could care for and love, but he needed to take his time. He did catch her looking at him a few times with longing in her eyes.
 

Cashmere came by to visit one evening and the talk naturally turned to sex. Pam was upstairs taking a long, hot bath. She asked James what he intended to do with Miss Pam. Let her stay here? What about them? James explained to Cashmere that he would always love her in his own way; but Pam was but a delicate flower, needing to be nurtured in the ways of decadence. He wanted to be the one to show her the lifestyle could be fulfilling beyond her wildest dreams. If she wanted to stay with him it was up to her; he would not press it.
 

He poured Cashmere another dirty martini and himself another scotch and settled on the leather sofa in the warm, inviting living room. They heard Pam descending the staircase.
 

She walked to the room and stopped in the archway, clad only in a short, pink silk kimono. “What’s up with you two?” she asked, standing still. They appeared a bit guilty looking.
 

“
Pammy!” said James, getting up and coming to her. “We were just talking about you. How are you feeling?” He grinned as he looked into her face, checking her eyes for clarity. He found warmth and trust. He hugged her close. “Come.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa. “Come and sit with us and have a drink.”
 

Cashmere scooted over a bit and patted Pam’s bare thigh as she passed in front of her. Pam sat down between them.
 

“
We were just talking about you, sweetie. Thinking it might be nice to have a little fun before you go back home,” Cashmere said as she looked into the young woman’s eyes. “You will be going home soon, correct?”
 

“
I…I don’t know. I suppose I have to. I was thinking in a few days—”
 

“
You can stay as long as you want to, Pam, you know that. I love having you here,” James said, glancing over Pam’s head at Cashmere, who returned his look with unreadable, slitted eyes.
 

Cashmere wanted James back to herself. Even though they probably would never marry, he was her companion for life. This woman would have to leave! Turning on a fake, charming smile, Cashmere put her arm about Pam’s thin shoulders. “Come, let’s play a little.”
 

* * *

CHAPTER THIRTY
 

Pam’s pussy was aching with desire. She let them lead her downstairs to a dungeon that James had never made known; he had not had the time to show his two guests his real playroom, where most of his private parties played out.
 

“
Wow, I didn’t know you had this room, James…it’s a little scary…but thrilling at the same time.” She looked around at the dark brick walls, one wall lined with various sizes of straps, and a table with what looked like unusual medical tools.
 

There were a couple of leather restraints attached to the wall by chains. Ankle cuffs, attached by chains that were drilled into the stone floor, completed the sets. From a wood beam in the ceiling, dangled another set of leather cuff restraints, and some pulleys.

There was what appeared to be a stretching rack of some sort in the middle of the room, similar to what she had seen in horror movies where people were pulled apart! A strange looking chair, with three long bars welded to it, and what appeared to be an oddly arched rack. A few tall cabinets contained several types of sexual toys and devices. Very sophisticated equipment scattered was about the large room.
 

Hmmmmmm
, Pam thought deliciously,
this could be wild.
 

“
Take off that robe and we’re going to give you some
real
pleasure, baby,” James spoke loudly in a commanding tone. She did as she was told and stood naked before them, shivering slightly from anticipation.
 

Cashmere came forward with a few long, soft ropes, and handed them to James. He turned Pam around and began to fashion a convenient harness, binding her arms behind her, across her tits, her back, knotting it up real good. Her thighs and hips were roped, and in minutes, she was hogtied!
 

Another rope attachment from the ceiling beam added, and in a few minutes she was hoisted into the air in a horizontal position, hands behind her back, ankles pulled up and back
with thighs spread. She was not uncomfortable, just nervous as she swayed slightly, thinking she looked like a silly skydiver.
 

James slapped her on the ass making her glide forward before he stepped to the front where he could fondle her tits. Cashmere was behind her, spreading her pussy lips, touching and probing, then slapped her ass cheeks hard, making her scream out in surprise.
That hurt!
The slaps continued until her ass was red and Cashmere was satisfied.
 

Unexpectedly, Pam felt deep massaging from a ball vibrator pressed against her cunt. “Ohhhh,” she moaned in bliss as her pussy was being firmly massaged. Back and forth the ball rolled. James pulled and pinched at her roped nipples, letting Cashmere have the enjoyment of controlling Pam’s impending orgasm.
 

The gentle swaying of her suspended body and intense waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy were just too much. She shuddered and cried out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh—” she wailed as her hips jerked as much as they could within their bindings.
 

After she calmed down, James kissed her lips. “Like that?” he whispered. She nodded yes.
 

“
Okay,” he said to Cashmere. “Let’s turn her over.”
 

They lowered her down and quickly switched the ropes around so she was only attached by her ankles and thighs; the rest of her body still bound. James lifted her up and held her while Cashmere hit the lift button. The ascending ropes slowly pulled in opposite directions, and her thighs were parted as wide as a dancer’s splits!  
 

Cashmere added tit clamps with weights, dragging her breasts down toward her chin. A ball gag was strapped around her head. Pam loved what they were doing. The cool air wafted across her wide-open pussy. She wanted so badly to be touched, she moaned in anticipation for whatever else they hand in mind.
 

James stood in front of her, naked; his fully erect cock within her line of vision though she faced his knees. He ran his hands roughly up and down her body, feeling her muscles and the curve of her belly, before sliding up to her gaping pink cunt.
 

He pulled the lips wider with one hand, gripped her slippery clit with the other, and pinched it, hard! She squealed behind the gag and thrashed a bit.
 

He firmly patted her pussy; the patting turned to slapping…hard.

“
Do you like this?” asked James, focusing on his task at hand.
 

She nodded yes.

“
Do you like this?” he repeated in a deeper tone.