Pam-Ann (8 page)

“In position,” Drake ordered.
“Let’s get back to the matter of your duties.”

Pam swallowed hard. The
Englishwoman had made it starkly and horribly clear what she was to
be - a waitress. And a prostitute! Even after the cruelty she had
already endured, Pam could not quite believe they meant it, did not
want
to believe they meant it.

Drake sat and placed his hands
on the desk. The fearful flutter in Pam’s stomach was joined by an
alarming tickle beneath the obscenely small scrap of cloth they had
given her to wear as she remembered the touch of those long
fingers. What the hell was in the drug that Persephone had forced
into her? She raised her head, but looking into his deep-brown eyes
only made her pulse quicken further.

“You know the penalties if you
don’t fully please the passengers? No allowances will be made
because you’re new. You’ll be punished like any other slave girl if
you aren’t satisfactory in every way.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her shudder at the
fateful words ‘slave girl’ heightened the dull throbbing of the
welts the whip had raised. The Englishwoman had had one of the
other girls put a soothing ointment on them the night before but
they still hurt with every movement Pam made.

“If you want to remain on the
Empire’s Triumph
you had better make sure your service this
trip is exemplary,” Drake continued. “Otherwise you can forget
about making another. We’ll be watching you closely. Make the grade
or you’ll be sent to the pool and sold off.”

Pam gulped. Her only hope of
ever returning to her own world, desperately slim though it might
be, was to find the black phenomenon. As far as she knew it was
somewhere out over the Atlantic. Remaining on the airship was the
only chance she would ever have of encountering it again. Yet what
they were demanding she do was utterly abhorrent. Even so, it had
to be better than being sent to whatever the pool was and sold like
an object. Drake was looking at her with one eyebrow lifted
impatiently. “Yes, Sir,” she said grudgingly, shuddering at the
enormity of what she was committing herself to.

“You don’t seem very
enthusiastic for one of That Kind.”

“I don’t know what That Kind
are,” Pam said. “But I guarantee I’m not one of them.”

“Is that a fact?” The corners of
his mouth lifted. “Wait outside, Christine.” The moment she had
gone he crooked a finger at Pam. “Here.”

Acutely conscious of him looking
at her bare breasts she walked hesitantly around the desk. Drake
leaned back and she saw his gaze slowly explore her body. Pam
remembered all of the times that Rick had given her the same long,
searching scrutiny, and what had come after it. An involuntary
shiver ran through her. Damn Rick and his kinky games! For once she
felt anger at the memories instead of pain.

Drake smiled thinly. “Getting
excited, Ann?”

She resisted the urge to glare
at him. “No, Sir.”

“Miss Peake wasn’t gentle with
you.”

Pam had seen several girls whose
breasts bore purpling lines similar to the ones that marked her
own. She had the frightening suspicion that such evidence of abuse
was only likely to attract more.

“Your nipples seem pretty hard
for a girl who’s not excited, yet I don’t think it’s cold in here.”
He reached out as he spoke. Pam leapt back. “Now that’s the sort of
thing that will get you punished. Come here.”

She could not afford to anger
the airship’s first lieutenant. Pam obeyed and gritted her teeth as
he lifted the little semi-circle of white cloth suspended from a
cord around her hips. She had slapped Captain Todd’s hand
indignantly from her ass and dearly wished she could do the same to
the one Drake slid over the fronts of her thighs, inches from her
bare sex.

“No sign of much excitement down
there. It’s expected, you know. You’re always to be ready to
accommodate any of the passengers who want you.”

Pam flinched at the bald
statement that so cruelly summed up her future. How could he be so
matter-of-fact about it? But then he was not the one doomed to a
life of slavery. Unless she could find the unearthly blackness
again and get home.

“You’d better show me what you
can do,” Drake said.

She stared in alarm as he began
loosening the buttons on his trousers.

Chapter Four

What the hell was he doing? He
never used any of the slave girls. His fellow officers could laugh
behind his back if they wished but he had a reputation to uphold,
and that did not include using Company property to satisfy his
lust, even if there was nothing in the rulebook that forbade it. He
was not going to give head office the slimmest reason to criticise
or disapprove of his conduct. His captaincy could not be far off
now and with it would come the freedom of action he had been
working for for the past twelve years, the freedom to begin his
search.

The thought did not stop Drake
from taking his achingly hard cock from his pants and aiming it in
the girl’s direction. She gave a squeak of mingled outrage and
alarm.

“We can’t have an unwilling girl
serving the passengers,” he said as casually as he could,
meeting her
anxious gaze. “Of course, she’d
earn herself a caning if she proved unsatisfactory.” He nodded
towards the floor at his feet. “Kneel.”

Still wearing her look of horror
she sank down before him.

“The Chief was right, you are a
beauty, especially made-up and with your hair done like that.” He
seemed to be seeing her properly for the first time and she was
absolutely stunning, from the fair hair piled on top of her head to
her red-painted toenails. There was something
irresistibly appealing about a girl kneeling naked before him.
There was also something very engaging
about the bemused,
hunted doe expression this one wore on her face most of the time.
Perhaps,
at least in part, it was that which had
drawn him back to watch her flogging. The main reason, however,
remained a mystery. It had certainly not been to watch the water
spraying from the wet cords lashing into Ann’s jerking buttocks, or
to savour their swish and splat against her skin and her anguished
cries. Yet he had known that if she had betrayed the merest hint
she was enjoying it, he would have been wishing it was he who
had
been laying the strokes across her
defenceless flesh and making her writhe helplessly in her tight
bonds.

Drake blinked. Her eyes seemed
to have grown brighter and the rise and fall of her darkly wealed
breasts a little faster. When she ran the tip of her tongue
nervously over her lips he could resist no longer. Silently
consigning his self-imposed golden rule to hell, he gave in to his
need. “Well, get on with it. I haven’t got all day.”

She reached out a shaking hand
and his cock shivered as her fingers curled around his thickened
flesh. Her sharply indrawn breath came at the same moment as his
own.
Her hand was dry and warm and smooth. His
straining shaft felt as if it was pulsing as Ann tightened her
grip. Slowly, she began manipulating it.
He watched her
movements for long seconds, savouring the sensations she was
creating before looking at her face. Her head was lowered.

“Look at me,” he said, and she
raised her gaze to his. Her eyes were bright yet misty, clouded by
some emotion. Shame, humiliation? Unlikely from one of That Kind...
arousal then, excitement, pure lust. She would be wet now, though
there was no dribble of moisture on the floor beneath her or
telltale glistening on her firmly muscled thighs, as he had seen
with some. God, what thighs! The need to be between them rose
abruptly and Drake fought it off, leaned further back in his chair
and acknowledged what he really wanted.

“In your mouth,” he said,
surprised by the catch in his voice. He had meant his tone to show
he expected instant compliance. Instead it had half-sounded like a
plea. He cleared his throat, breathing hard, eyes narrowing as he
watched her bow her head, part her jaws and guide his shaft between
her lips.
Drake caught his breath again as Ann
drew on his tingling cock-head. She pressed the flat of her tongue
to its tip until wriggles of pleasure were running the length of
his shaft, and it was all he could do to resist the need to grasp
her by the hair and thrust deep into her mouth.

His gasps became increasingly
rapid as the girl bobbed her head, tonguing and sucking his hard
flesh until it seemed to be pulsing. All too soon for his liking,
the inevitable happened. He came with a long groaning growl and
quivering, exultant spasms of pleasure. Too afraid or too gripped
by her own passions, Ann did not pull back as his semen surged into
her mouth. Her hand continued moving rapidly for several seconds
before she lifted her head. She kept her lips parted and he could
see the come pooled in her mouth and a dribble that had overflowed
and was sliding slowly towards her chin.
A long
string of it stretched from the end of his cock to her mouth,
parting the instant he noticed it to hang in a thin thread from her
lower lip.
She blinked, looked around, down at the floor and
then up at his face, eyes still bright but pleading. For a moment
he stared into their blue depths, acutely conscious of them staring
into his. What did she want? He was huffing and panting and
struggling to regain control of his arching eyebrows and wipe the
lopsided grin from his face. The intensity of his satisfaction was
a complete surprise. He had never used one of That Kind before and
had been unprepared for the effect.

The girl gave a shudder, a
reflexive gag and then screwed up her face as she swallowed. Drake
chuckled as he realised what had been bothering her. She would need
to get used to come swallowing. It came with the job.

“Well I guess we both know
you’ve done that before,” he said when he had got his breath back,
unfolded his handkerchief and wiped his slackening cock. “Keep
still.” Drake used the handkerchief to dab her lips and wipe the
smear of semen from her chin, then pointed to his exposed penis.
“Put it away. The passengers expect that too.”

As she buttoned him up she gave
him a resentful glance he guessed she thought he would not notice,
but he was more interested in studying her
face
than in
reprimanding her. He had seen and used many
beautiful slave girls, so many he had forgotten most of them, yet
for some unaccountable reason he had the feeling Ann Estemay would
be one he would remember.

“Stand.” He lifted her tiny
covering again. “Still no sign of anything,” he said dryly. “I
expected more from you. Aren’t you even a little excited?”

Her cheeks turned a deeper
red.

“I guess I’ll have to find out
for myself.”

She leapt backwards as he
reached between her thighs. “Yes, I’m excited,” she snapped, and he
hid a smile at the silent ‘damn you’ he knew she longed to say
aloud.

“Then off to work. You’re five
minutes late already.” So was he and he could not think of a better
reason for it. There was a smear of her lipstick on
the semen-stained
handkerchief he picked up from his
desk. Drake sighed his satisfaction and laughed softly as he tossed
it into the wastebasket.

* * * * *

Pam instantly regretted the
haste with which she had fled as she came face to face with the
woman waiting outside and the daunting prospect of what she was
about to do.

“You lucky cow,” Christine said.
“I’ve been four years with Drake, on this ship and others, and he’s
never once touched a girl before. If he’s taken a fancy to you,
you’ll have it made compared to the rest of us. Hell, he might even
buy you. You’d be getting a good one there. He’s a stickler for
duty but he’s not cruel like some are.”

Pam only half-heard as a tap of
the woman’s cane to her aching backside drove her forward through
the airship’s corridors. She had not wanted to suck Drake’s cock,
but if she wanted to stay aboard, and she did desperately want to
stay aboard, she had no choice but to obey orders. His cock had
seemed to shiver under her touch and as she had moved her hand up
and down she had not been able to avoid noticing that it was also
quite generously proportioned, impressively so, in fact. She felt a
warm tickle low in her belly.

Oddly, when he had come it had
not made her stomach heave or left her feeling half as disgusted as
she expected. But she had felt cringing humiliation when she had
dared to look up and, with her mouth overflowing with his semen,
seen the smouldering lust that had still been in his eyes. The
salty-flavoured come had pooled in her throat. She had known
instinctively what she had to do and she had done it. Pam could
accept she had had no choice. What she could not accept was that
she had been excited while doing it. Those days were gone. They had
ended along with her affair with Rick and she did not want them, or
anything like them, to ever return. She was done with it. It had
never been her true nature and she had locked it away where it
could do no further harm. And she was through with men. She had
sworn that the day she had learned how the bastards could lie and
cheat and break her heart. Her gut went tight.
They had hurt her much more since she had arrived in this
horrible caricature of reality. Unlike her own world, saying no
would not work here.

She learned how true that was
minutes after Christine reported her present for duty to the
crewman in charge in the saloon and left her to her task. Serving
drinks and snacks, fluffing cushions and tidying magazines were
familiar enough to Pam from her days as a stewardess. Being stared
at while almost naked and groped by nearly everyone she served was
not. Even some of the women wanted to lift the obscenely brief
semi-circle of material covering her buttocks and look at the welts
the flogging had inflicted.