Pam-Ann (23 page)

“How often does a slave girl get
what she wants?” He flicked the cane onto her bottom once more, but
less harshly than before.

She wriggled. “Ooh, my bum’s on
fire! Oh, Lord, so’s my pussy! Please, I need your cock.”

He grinned. “But nobody cares
what a slave girl needs.” Dropping the cane, he smoothed a finger
slowly along the inside of her right thigh and stopped the movement
just short of her damply gleaming sex-lips. With growing
resentment, Pam saw them tighten and then relax. “How many times
have you taken a slave to the edge and left her dangling there for
your own amusement? Did you care that they were deprived of their
pleasure?” Drake pulled the finger away as she thrust her pussy
towards it. She whimpered her frustration.

“That’s different. They’re just
slaves.”

“And tonight you’re a slave too,
and you’ll have to put up with whatever I decide will or won’t be
done to you. Ann, get on the bed.”

Drifting amidst the warm buzz of
her own arousal Pam had almost forgotten she was ‘Ann’. She shook
herself, turned her gaze from the deep-red head of Rafael’s upright
shaft and obeyed. He picked up the oil-coated butt-plug Milly had
fetched and waved it in Persephone’s direction.

“Spread her ass.”

Gasping and groaning, the blonde
bucked as Pam clasped her hands over her fiercely hot and ravaged
rear-cheeks. She held herself tense against her straps for a second
and then sagged back helplessly. Pam drew her buttocks apart and
Drake leaned forward and pressed the plug to the blonde’s anus. In
her drugged state and with tremors running the length of her
sheath, the American girl was more fascinated than repelled by the
sight of Persephone’s little rear muscle expanding under the
pressure of the plug’s domed tip, stretching quite alarmingly as
the thick rubber forced it open and clenching around its narrow
neck after Drake had pushed the full length inside.

The slender blonde wriggled her
hips and gave a long, breathy sigh. Pam released her grip on the
burning hot buttocks. She had almost felt their throb and sting as
she
had separated
them, though it seemed
the butt-plug’s insertion had given Persephone a distraction from
her pain. Her small, hard-nippled breasts rose and fell quickly as
she stared through passion-slitted eyes at the dildo in Rafael’s
hand. To Pam’s puzzlement he took a handkerchief and knotted it
about three inches behind the rounded end of the phallus.

“Yes. Oh, yes please!”
Persephone cried, and gave another wiggle of her hips as he
approached.

“No, it’s not going in your
pussy.”

“Oh, you bastard!” Persephone
jerked at the straps securing her, shaking her head wildly in a
futile attempt to avoid Drake gripping her jaw with one hand. “No,
don’t. Oh, you rotten… urgh!”

Rafael forcing her mouth open
and pushing the dildo between her lips cut her off. He tied the
ends of the handkerchief together behind her head and straightened
up, smiling thinly as she glared at him with her breath rasping
around the shaft rising from her mouth.

“You can spend the night like
that,” he said. “Think about how it feels. Ask yourself if you
could stand it day after day, never knowing when someone might
decide to have you bound or chained or flogged. Ask if you’d find
it so exciting then.” He pressed a fingertip to the shiny pearl of
her erect clitoris. She made incoherent noises and tried to rub
herself on his finger. He
pulled
it away
and rose from the bed. “But I think I already know what your answer
will be,” he said quietly. “Out, slaves. Ann, bring my clothes.” He
turned in the doorway. “I’ll be locking up the slave girls so don’t
expect them to free you, and I won’t let Eve do it either. You’re
there ’til morning, ’Sephone.” He closed the door on the noises she
began making around the gag.

Drake did not lock the girls in
the penthouse’s tiny slave room. “Keep an eye on her, Tania,” he
ordered, with a jerk of his head towards the closed bedroom door.
“But make sure she doesn’t know you’re there or I’ll see that you
take her place. Milly, you….” He laughed softly and shook his head.
Milly was already on her back on the couch, one hand moving swiftly
between her legs.

Rafael turned to face Pam.
She looked up from the hard cock rearing
imperiously from his groin and saw desire, dark and fierce and
fiery, in the eyes that stared deep into hers.
Prickling
shivers ran across
Pam’s
skin and surged
and rippled within her sex. Part of her was horrified by the
sudden, eager anticipation the other part was feeling. Rafael
grabbed her wrist and her heart leaped as he dragged her into his
bedroom. He snapped the lights on, impatiently swept the clothing
he had told her to carry from her hands, and dragged the covers
from the bed.

“I can’t wait any longer. I’ve
got to have you.” He flung
Pam onto the mattress.
His weight coming down on her increased the pain in her
buttocks, and then it was forgotten in the sudden flare of heat
across her skin where his body met hers. Broad fingers slid between
her legs, probing impatiently, heightening the wet heat that had
instantly flared within her sex. Rafael raised himself above her.
Pam’s thighs parted of their own volition, her back arched to lift
her hips and her breath hissed sharply through her teeth as his
broad-headed shaft pushed aside her nether lips and slid deep into
her sheath. A rush of immense pleasure and excitement thrilled
through her and made her cry out.

Rafael took her hard but not
brutally. He thrust to the limit, crushing his loins against her
fleshy outer-lips and grinding his pubis against her soft mons
before drawing back to thrust again. It felt wonderful. Her vision
blurred until all she could see were coloured lights flashing
behind her eyes. Wild spasms surged in her sheath as it clenched
ecstatically around the hard flesh filling it. Pam writhed, head
spinning in a climax more incredible and intense than she had ever
felt before.

She bent her knees and drew them
up, spreading herself more to deepen his entry and increase the
quivering
pleasure tingling through her pussy.
Twi
ce more she bucked and squirmed in the raptures of
orgasms that struck sparks from the madly rippling walls of her sex
and in her whirling brain. She came a fourth time as Rafael spent
himself and eventually sagged sweating and panting on top of her.
He rested his head in the angle of her neck and shoulder. His hot
breath caressed the skin of her throat. A
heartbeat l
ater his lips did the same. Drained though
she was, Pam felt a thrill of pleasure.

When his ragged breathing had
steadied, Rafael kissed her again, this time on the mouth, avidly,
greedily. Pam responded with equal hunger, pussy trembling around
the half-hard manhood still filling it. She was conscious of the
ache he had reawakened in her buttocks
and her
breasts felt sore and tender from the pins that had pierced them
only that afternoon, but when Rafael’s exploring hand closed around
her right tit the discomfort slipped away. He closed his lips over
its point, nibbling and tugging on the rapidly elongating flesh.
Pam caught her breath.
Her nipple was not all that was
swelling. The cock within her expanded, thickening and lengthening
until her sheath was simmering with need once more.

Rafael took her more slowly the
second time, at least to begin with, but Pam’s passion was the
equal of his own and just as demanding.
Gripped
once more by the urgency of their desire, they
made love
with the same frantic need for fulfilment as they had the first
time and, for Pam, with the same astounding effects. When Rafael
eased his weight from her she remained unmoving, breasts rising and
falling, her sex still sparkling and her head spinning. The
feelings were too wonderful to feel guilt about what she had done,
or to contemplate the consequences. That would keep for later. His
forearm rested over her navel, heavy, warm and damp.

“I meant to take my time, but
you....” He gave a breathless laugh. “You were just too
tempting.”

Pam’s belly flipped. He propped
himself on one elbow, his expression abruptly serious.

“You saw the black thing, right?
Somewhere out over the ocean?”

“The blackness?” The warm buzz
in her brain receded. She took a long breath. “I was in it. That’s
how I came here.”

This time he listened, not once
interrupting. When she had finished, he continued to stare at her
and she knew he was not seeing her face.

“My father was right,” he said
into the lengthening silence. “I always knew it. No one else
believed him, or they said they didn’t. But they wouldn’t want to
scare the passengers away. And they broke him when they couldn’t
keep him quiet.” He gave a shake of his head. “
You
can really pass through it? Like a door? A gateway?
From
another world? Another Earth, just like ours?”

“Nothing like yours.” Pam
shivered. “No one can own another person where I come from.”

“They don’t have slaves? Are you
serious?”

“Of course. They don’t flog
women either.” She thought of Rick. Well, it was near enough the
truth. An awful ache of homesickness filled her heart. Tears
prickled the corners of her eyes.

Rafael lay back, slipped his arm
around her shoulders and drew her close until her cheek rested on
his chest. “It’s hard to believe.” His arm tightened momentarily.
“But I do believe you. It explains so much about how you acted in
the beginning, and even now. But how anything can work without
slaves is beyond me. It must be a crazy place.”

With no way to explain it in a
few words Pam did not try. It was too pleasant to simply lie in his
arms. For the first time she felt truly relaxed, if only for a
fleeting moment.

“I saw it once, or thought I
did.” His mind was clearly still on the blackness, though Pam’s was
on the warmth and strength of the body pressing against her own,
and the effect it was having. “It crossed the face of the moon when
I was third on the
Empire’s Defiance.
I turned towards it
but the Captain ordered us back on course. Said it was something
people only saw at the end of a long watch when their eyes were
tired and their bunks were calling to them.” His deep breath lifted
his chest and the crisp hairs there tickled Pam’s cheek. “I knew
different. My father had described it, or rather he hadn’t. He said
there was no describing it, just like you did. And I could never
describe what I saw either, except that it was black and it hurt my
eyes. But I’ve always wanted a closer look. I’ve worked hard to get
it. I’ll be a captain some day soon and when I am I’ll find that
black thing and prove my father wasn’t a fool or a drunkard. Let
all the crew and passengers see it and the companies won’t be able
to explain it away so easily.”

“It’s dangerous. It’s better
avoided.” It was also the only thing that could take her home.

“It cost my father everything;
his job, his captain’s rank, the respect of his friends and
colleagues.”

“I’m sorry,” Pam said, surprised
that she meant it. He was another self-centred male, more cruel
than he was kind, as he had shown by caning Persephone. He saw
nothing wrong with enslaving and beating women, and could not even
imagine a society in which equality of the sexes could exist. She
had no reason to feel any sympathy for him. Yet she did.

He turned to her and her belly
tightened as her sex rippled. His cock was hard, the head deep red,
taut and still shiny with the mingled juices of their earlier
coupling.

“God, I want you!” he said, and
seized her lips with his.

This time his
lovemaking was slower and gentler, and Pam was grateful. Her
pierced breasts and nipples felt sore again. Her nether lips were
bruised and puffy from the frenzied couplings, but it did not stop
them tingling and quivering beneath the touch of Rafael’s
warm tongue and broad fingertips after he had kissed his way down
her belly and sunk his head between her thighs. His lips nibbled
her clitoris, teasing and tickling. His fingers moved gently over
the trembling walls of her pussy, pushing towards the little ridge
high in front and rubbing the sensitive tissues they found there.
Pam moaned and rolled her head from side to side as the pleasure
flowed from him to her in long, rapturous ripples of delight. He
began sucking her bud and she felt all control deserting her.
Without regret she let it slip away.

When he mounted her, her pussy
shimmered and sparkled with every leisurely movement of his rigid
cock against the quivering membranes within. His lips found hers
and their tongues tangled playfully and provocatively while he kept
up his slow movements. The warmth
in Pam’s
belly
became a mounting heat
. Rafael
kissed
along the line of her jaw, her neck and the soft and
suddenly so responsive skin of her breasts. She licked her lips and
let a whimper escape them as his mouth closed on the cone of one
aching nipple and sucked.

“Excuse me, Mr. Drake, Sir.”

Chapter
Eleven

Pam’s eyes opened wide and heat
flamed across her cheeks. Eve stood in the open doorway. As Pam
forced her squirming bottom into stillness, Rafael’s thrusts slowed
but did not stop.

“Er… Miss Peake. I guess you
already know, but she’s….” The bodyguard could not quite smother
her grin. “She’s tied to her bed, Sir, and her ass looks
awful.”

“Leave her that way.” Rafael
showed no sign of the embarrassment that was making Pam’s belly
curl. “Don’t worry, I’ll free her myself later. You go to bed, and
don’t go back in her room before you do.”

Eve shrugged. “Whatever you
say.” She turned, paused and looked back. “Sir, Miss Peake won’t be
needing her girls tonight. Do you think…? That is, if Milly
would….”