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has
the balls to stand up to me. He’s attractive, don’t you think? Did
you notice it wasn’t Milly or Tania, or even me he was looking at?
I think he’s taken a liking to you.”
    Pam could not have cared less.
She watched the blonde woman suspiciously, heart thudding. Miss
Peake chafed her palm over her exposed nipple.
    “Remind me to return this to Tiffany’s , Tania. The clasp is too tight.” She dropped the
jewelled clip onto the dressing table and slipped the single strap
on her dress from her left shoulder. The brunette girl in the
breast band and obscenely short skirt plucked the
discarded garment from the floor. Naked, Miss Peake went to
the bed, sat and pointed to the floor at her feet. “Come and kneel
by me,” she told Pam. “Tell me your story. Why did you decide to
get yourself enslaved?”
    “Oh, I didn’t!” Relieved that at
last someone was ready to listen, Pam knelt without hesitation. “I
was on an airplane over the ocean....”
    “What?” Miss Peake’s carefully
plucked eyebrows arched.
    “An airplane. It has wings and
flies. Oh, please! I know it’s going to sound impossible but it’s
true. Really it is.”
    The blonde’s green eyes, which
emphasised the feline cast of her beauty, searched Pam’s face. All
trace of her frivolous air had disappeared, replaced by what may
have been a worried frown but quickly became a calculating
appraisal. She gave a short laugh.
    “All right, darling, but it had
better be entertaining.”
    Pam kept it short for fear of
losing her attention. When she reached the part where she had been
stripped and forced to stoke the boilers Miss Peake cut her
off.
    “That’s to be expected, darling.
They’re never gentle dealing with one of That Kind.”
    “But they say they’re going to
make me a slave.” Tears brimmed Pam’s eyelids.
    “You’re already a slave. You
became one the minute you stepped aboard, however fantastical you
claim the method of your arrival was. It was an imaginative little
tale, though.”
    “Oh, you don’t believe me.
Please, it’s the truth. Won’t you help me?”
    Persephone Peake laughed,
looking more feline than ever. Leaning back, she spread her legs.
Without thinking, Pam looked between them, to find herself staring
in horror at the fleshy, crescent-shaped lips of the young woman’s sex, swollen and reddened and glistening
with moisture.
    “Darling, I didn’t bring you
here to help you. I brought you to lick my pussy.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    “Eve,” Persephone called as Pam
leaped to her feet and backed quickly towards the door.
    The woman in the leather
trousers caught her easily. She was tall, big-breasted and broad
hipped, and twice as strong as Pam, as she proved by grabbing her
wrists, bending her arms behind her and marching her back to the
blonde.
    “Not a good start, darling.
Slaves are supposed to be obedient and compliant. When they aren’t
they get punished. Do I have to punish you?”
    Pam wriggled uselessly in Eve’s
grip. “Please, I’m not like that. I’m not… not interested in
women.”
    Persephone chuckled. “Neither
are Milly and Tania, but they know better than to let it stop them
doing as they’re told. And you’re going to have to learn it too,
darling. On the post, Eve. Help her, Tania.”
    Pam had not noticed the post
mounted close to the wall near the bed. Short bars stuck out at its
top and bottom, with two leather straps hanging from the upper ones
and two more attached to the lower. Eve easily overcame Pam’s
attempts to resist and backed her against the shiny metal. Tania
seized her right arm and raised it.
    “If you continue fighting I’ll
make sure it goes harder for you,” Persephone warned.
    With the welts across her back
already stinging from pressing into the post, the American girl
exerted every ounce of self-control and stopped struggling as Tania
fastened the straps around her wrists. At the feel of the tight
leather Pam immediately thought of Rick. Her legs