Deviance Becomes Her (13 page)

She nodded yes.

He kept slapping her pussy, which had turned red. Pam's muffled whining kept on. “I thought you liked this? Are you a horny little whore?”
 

“
Mmmm, hmmm,” she moaned, nodding her head.
 

After several minutes of slaps, her swollen red pussy was splashing from her excitement. Pam thought she would explode from the excruciating arousal she was experiencing.

“
Hmmmmm, baby, you’re so fucking wet.…” James murmured, fingering her clit firmly, rotating, and pinching. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you just might faint!”
 

“
She looks so hot,” said Cashmere as she stood back taking in the scene of Pam upside down, legs straight out, as James diddled and finger fucked her. She handed him the ball massager.
 

“
Mmmmmmm!
” No way could she scream behind the stifling gag. Her body tried to thrash in the throes of unbelievable pleasure. She felt the juice spurt out of her pussy splashing the relentless vibrator. James chuckled and rotated the massager a bit harder, and watched the liquid gush and drip down her belly and tits.
 

Pam stiffened. She was cumming again, harder than before. How could her body continue like this? The vibrator was relentless and she felt her pussy explode again. Juice erupted from her in spurts, akin to a small geyser. She was half crying, her muffled screams heard behind the gag as tears ran into her hair; she was nearly out of her mind!

James stood back and observed. He looked over at Cashmere who was nodding in approval and gave him a wink. This little gal was someone they could play with for
years
to come. She was one of a kind for sure.
 

Pam, exhausted, was moaning repeatedly. She was limp in her bondage, hanging there like a bag of wet cement.
 

“
Hey,” said James as he tapped her face twice sharply, “are you still with us?”
 

Pam weakly groaned out her answer.

“
Let’s do the arch,” stated Cashmere…she wanted to play.
 

* * *

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Pam was draped over the arched wood-slat table on her back. Her arms dangled over her head with wrists in cuffs; her head hung more than half way upside down, her pussy near the top of the arch for easy access. Legs spread wide and restrained just as her wrists, the clamped weights on her tits made them rest above her chin. The ball gag was removed.
 

She knew she was in for more insane pleasure and could not imagine how she was ever going to cum again. She felt entirely drained. However, James, as he ran his large warm hands all over her body, knew exactly how to arouse her once again.
 

“
I told you I would take good care of you, didn’t I?” he whispered, while firmly rubbing her belly, sliding closer to her cunt.
 

“
Yes,” she managed to say. Her tongue felt fuzzy. “Water?”
 

“
Not until you cum again,” said Cashmere standing by her head. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
 

Pam did as she was told. In a moment, she was nearly suffocated by Cashmere’s puffy labia as she pressed forward and down upon the young woman’s face. “Lick me, bitch!” Cashmere commanded. She slapped at Pam
’
s clamped tits, rocked them back and forth. Pam squinched her eyes tight and licked with her pointy, pink tongue, loving the taste of the older woman’s salty flavor. She sucked on the clit and flicked it.
 

“
Gah! She doesn’t know what she is doing—” She pushed away from Pam’s searching tongue and sharply slapped her cheek.
 

“
Who am I, bitch?” she yelled into her play toy’s face.
 

“
I…I.…” Pam mumbled in confusion, her cheek stinging.
 

“
I’m your Mistress, bitch!” She slapped Pam’s face again. “Who am I?”
 

“
Mistress!” cried Pam.
 

“
Who am I?” She slapped Pam again, rocking her head.
 

“
Mistress,” Pam answered, tears beginning to flow heading towards her hairline.
 

Slap.

“
Do you love this?” Cashmere’s tone was menacing. “Bitch?”
 

“
Yes. . . ” Pam responded in slight hesitation.
 

Slap.

Pam wondered how long this was going to continue; her red cheek really hurt. She sniffled and tried not to cry. James, meanwhile was busy at her other end. He had her pussy spread open even further, and inserted a large black dildo. He fucked it in and out…slowly.
 

Cashmere stopped the aggravating slapping and stepped in adding the ball massager directly on Pam’s clit. Fucked and massaged!
Oh, this was not going to take long,
Pam thought, sinking into a heavenly haze of bliss, tears drying on her forehead.
 

She closed her eyes and could only lie there. Her back arched with her twat being the center of attention. How she loved this, she vowed right then and there to never go back to a ‘normal’ sex life.  
 

The dildo was sloshing in her pussy from the lubricant of her juices. The massager roamed from side to side, pussy, inner thighs, over and over. Cashmere made sure all of her nerve endings were affected.

Pam’s mouth hung slack, and a bit of saliva found its way to her upper lip. She did not bother to lick it away. Her entire focus was on her cunt; the waves of pleasure coursed through every cell of her being. If she died right now, she would be ecstatic.
 

James and Cashmere, both working on her pussy, giving her such pleasure, she came, and came, and came.…
 

* * *

CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
 

Pam stared out the window of the descending chartered jet Bob Tremont had provided, watching the buildings and landscape grow larger and larger. She closed her eyes and wondered if things would truly be the same.
No
, she thought firmly.
I am not the same woman who left a few weeks ago.
 

Her home, job, friends…could she assimilate back into her previous comfortable world? Barbie would be there to pick her up at the terminal, but would their friendship even resume on the same level? Could it? She missed James…his thrilling touch.
 

The small jet gave a familiar jolt and shudder as the tires kissed the tarmac. She was herded off the plane by the private flight attendant to a small shuttle that took her to the main terminal.
 

Barbie waved and jumped up and down to let Pam know where she was within the large crowd in the terminal, all anxiously waiting the collection of friends or relatives. They finally found each other and hugged tightly. Barbie started to cry. Pam was dry eyed, and a little stiff.
 

Pam already had her bags with her, and they headed directly out to the large parking garage, glad not to have to hassle with the commercial luggage carousel.

“
I'm glad Bob sent the jet for you. That was really nice of him,” Barbie said.
 

“
I appreciate it so much…he has no idea,” replied Pam. “It was a good flight.”
 

Barbie chatted on and on about what was happening at work and how everyone was anxious to have her back. What did she want for dinner? They should go out, once she was freshened up, and get something to eat.
 

Pam was not as talkative as normal, and Barbie felt she had to keep the silence filled. Barbie sympathized that she had been through those horrible ordeals and this would probably take some time, however she did not know the best way to deal with this.
 

She decided she was talking excessively and maybe it was best to let Pam sort out her thoughts now that she was home. They located her car and loaded Pam's bags in to the trunk.
 

“
Okay. Maybe I should just drop you off at your home and let you chill, how’s that?” Barbie asked as she maneuvered her car out of the underground parking and headed out for the airport exit.
 

“
That’s fine, sweetie, I am awfully tired,” Pam said wanly. “Thank you though….”
 

* * *

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Pam felt good being reunited with Barbie, but she was glad to be back in her own home. They called Bob Tremont right away and let him hear Pam’s voice so he knew she was home safe. Pam thanked him again for generously getting her home so quickly in the chartered jet. They talked for several minutes before she told him she had to go.
 

Barbie took Pam’s bags in to her bedroom, set them down, and returned to find her friend. Pam was standing in her living room looking around as though she could not believe she was really here.
 

“
Look, I know you’re tired, I can go. You can call me when you want to. I think you just need to get some much-needed rest. If you want, I can run to Tico Taco down the street, and get you some chicken tacos? A quesadilla? You don’t have to eat it now, heat them up later if you want…but then you don’t need to go get food. You have nothing here but canned goods and frozen food!”
 

“
That’s okay, sweetie. I know I have some frozen dinners in there, that’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’ll give you a call later; right now, I just want to lie down. I’m sorry I’m not myself—”
 

“
Don’t worry, honey!” Barbie cut in. “I’m outta here okay? You just get a hot bath and rest. I love you, silly.” She kissed Pam on the cheek and gave her a hug.
 

“
That sounds good, I will. Love you too.” She walked Barbie to the front door and let her out, waving bye as Barbie strode to her car.
 

* * *

She took a long, leisurely hot bubble bath. Sighing, she thought of James. Saying good-bye to him was hard…very hard…as they had grown quite close; he was her protector, her guardian. He knew her body better than she did, the right buttons to push, and how to please her.
He meant more to her than any boyfriend she had ever had. She would do anything for him…she wanted to
belong
to him. She knew he had to have feelings for her as well.
 

James told her they would remain in touch: calls, email, Skyping. He would fly her out for visits whenever she wanted. That would have to do…at this time.
 

* * *

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
 

Two months had passed. There had been only a few exchanges in emails and texts with James. He seemed ‘closed’ with his brief conversations…she wondered if he was over her.
 

While having lunch one day in the shopping mall, Pam realized she was still not happy, and her mood was not improving. She had started back to work soon after she had returned, but the spark in her personality was not there. Bob Tremont noticed it immediately, and so did her co-workers.
 

No one approached her with any questions; they all knew what had happened to her and treaded lightly. She did not want to speak of her feelings to anyone, but suddenly it became too much and she had to let Barbie know. Her job was beginning to suffer from this lack of interest and she knew she would eventually be terminated. This melancholy feeling could not continue.
 

They were seated at BJ's, sitting out front watching the shoppers walk by.

“
I got another text from James this morning,” said Pam. “He said he really wants to see me. Wants me to come back and spend some time. What do yo—”
 

“
What do you mean, ‘
what do you
…?’ What do you think? You gotta snap out of this Pam. You’re not yourself.”
 

“
I want to go back,” said Pam hotly with an intense stare, gripping Barbie’s arm from across the small table. “I want to go back and stay with him.”
 

“
What? Are you crazy? They are exceptionally strange people, Pam…no; I wouldn’t want to go back there on a bet! If you left, I would never get to see you…and what about your
job
? If you don’t pick up in your sales, you’re going to get your ass fired. You’re not thinking!” Barbie was amazed that she was still in touch with James and thinking of going back there, and probably not to just visit!
 

“
Fuck my job!” Pam said sharply. “I can work in the Keys if I need to. James said he would take care of me; we could take care of each other. I could live with him.”
 

Barbie stared back at her, knowing that her friend had, somewhere in her mind, turned a bend. Pam was not hearing her; her eyes had a bit of a manic look to them.
 

Barbie was
not
going back there. Ever. Those people were bad news, money or not!
 

“
Pam,” she replied softly, looking intently into her dear friend’s eyes and tried to reason. “Listen to me; I am not going back there. Okay, I agree, James is a nice enough man, I appreciate and respect him, but I am not where you are…emotionally. You have
changed
!”
 

Pam stared back at her with wide eyes and complete understanding. Yes! She had changed. And for her, it was for the better. Pam wanted the life, the submissive life. She had not felt truly alive since she had returned home. That one party, those two nights of incredible awakenings going on in her body, changed her forever. Then the pirates and Conrad…doing those horrible things to her body. And how she’d come to thrive from the terrible experiences.