“Oh, the stars then! I’m sure you’ll find something to keep them occupied. Fuck them if you have to.”
“Ma’am, I’d sooner stay outside the door. I know it’s probably safe but….”
“Do as I say,” the blonde snapped, then raised a conciliatory hand. “Go along, darling. I want a quiet word with Ann for an hour or so. We’ll be quite safe.”
Bound with her back to the cabin’s whipping post, her wrists secured above her head and her ankles held apart by a two-foot spreader bar, Pam was sure Persephone had more in mind than mere words. Her nipples were stinging and throbbing beneath the spring-loaded nipple clamps the blonde had attached to them moments before dismissing Eve. Pulse racing she watched the door close on the bodyguard and slaves and the slim girl slide the silk sheath of her evening gown down her body and step out of it. She wore nothing beneath. Removing her nipple clip, Persephone took a leather strap from the whip rack and came closer. Dry-mouthed, Pam saw her swing it casually in her right hand. It was split into two tails, each doubled back on itself and heavily stitched, making the last few inches thicker and heavier than the rest of its eighteen-inch length.
“Thirty-nine degrees North, twenty-five degrees West,” Persephone said into the nerve-racking silence.
Pam looked from the strap to the blonde’s face. “What?”
“That’s where you told me it happened, isn’t it? Are you sure the numbers are right?”
Of course she was. How could she forget? But Pam saw no reason why Persephone would care. “I don’t understand.”
The blonde flicked the three-inch width of the strap up between Pam’s parted legs. She jerked hard against her bonds and gave a strangled cry as pain flared through her nether lips.
“It’s a simple question.” Persephone smacked the leather harder onto Pam’s pussy. “I want to be sure I’ve got the right answer.”
“Yes! Yes, that’s right.” Pam squirmed as the fleshy swells of her labia scorched and vibrated under the strap’s sharp bite.
“That’s all the pilot said?” the blonde demanded. “Just degrees? No minutes or seconds?” Her feline smile played over her lips as Pam stared in surprise. “Yes, Pamela darling, I’ve been talking to Traske again.” More pain raked the defenceless pout of Pam’s sex as Persephone lashed the strap upwards a third time. “Well, did the pilot say any more?”
“No, that’s the position he gave. God, I would have answered you without you hurting me.”
“But I like hurting you, darling.” Persephone moved closer, stroked her fingertips up the lower curve of Pam’s right breast, and then down again, scraping her manicured nails over the sensitive skin. Pam’s hiss through her clenched teeth became a whimper as Persephone tightened the little screws on each nipple clamp until they were biting hard. She rested the weight of her hand on the thin chain that joined them, stretching the tender points and heightening their wicked burning.
“You have lovely tits, and I so love watching them bounce and turn red when they’re whipped.” She bent her head and bit down on the half-erect point of Pam’s right nipple peeping out from between its clamp.
“Ow! Ooh!” Pam wriggled frantically as Persephone sank her teeth into her flesh and stretched the fullness of her tit upwards and outwards. “God, please! Ooh!” She wanted to cry ‘red’ but it would do her no good here.
Persephone released the throbbing point and the breast jounced back into place. Gasping, Pam looked at her hotly aching nipple, its base pinched cruelly between the jaws of the clamp and its exposed peak redly swollen and tooth-marked. The blonde giggled and flicked an unexpected and fiercely stinging blow to Pam’s pussy. She cried out, and cried once more when fingers probed between her smarting sex-lips. Far more quickly than she could have imagined, it began to tingle and grow warm.
“You really have the naughtiest pussy.” Persephone giggled again. “Here I am punishing it and all it’s doing is getting all damp and squishy.” She thrust her fingers more forcefully. Pam clenched her teeth but her tender tissues were rippling as well as smarting. Despite her determination to resist, arousal mingled with her pain. “I think you enjoy this a lot more than you pretend, darling,” Persephone said huskily, giggling as she tugged on the chain to stretch Pam’s pulsing nipples. “Maybe almost as much as I do.”
“It’s….” Pam made a sound between pain and pleasure. “It’s not me. It’s that damned drug you keep giving me.”
The slender blonde’s giggles turned to laughter. “Oh, that! Yes, I forgot the Venus Dust. I’ll tell you about it some day.” She stepped back and lashed the strap between Pam’s thighs. Surprised by the suddenness of the blow the American girl shrieked, then writhed ineffectually against her bonds as two strokes in quick succession seared her, immediately followed by another that cracked more loudly and blazed in even greater torment on the delicate crescents between her legs. Every joint was aching by the time Persephone had dealt her three more blows and Pam’s frantic struggles had subsided. Her sex smarted horribly and the points of her breasts ached and felt numb at the same time.
“I’m good at this, aren’t I?” The blonde grinned, eyes flashing. “Of course, I’ve had plenty of practice. But that’s enough pussy whipping. With any luck this might be our last time together and I want to give you the eight inch strap-on, so we don’t want you too swollen, do we?” She hefted the leather strap. “But first I’m going to make your delicious tits bounce, darling.”
The leather cracked and thudded, and Pam’s breasts did bounce as they yielded beneath the vicious impacts. They stung savagely too, with the chain swinging back and forth at every blow, tugging cruelly on her tortured nipples as she cried and fought uselessly to avoid Persephone’s biting strokes. The blonde mistress constantly changed the angle of her blows, one moment striking down onto the jutting mounds, the next upwards into the tender softness of their undersides or directly against their out-thrust fullness. Wherever they landed it was torment, the leather curling viciously round the swells of Pam’s tits and its thickened tips scoring deep.
Amidst the pain came jumbled memories: images of Rick cuffing her wrists and chaining them to her collar, of being bent over for the painful and exhilarating smack of his belt across her buttocks, of Rafael wielding the rod in the chief engineer’s office and laying the cane hard across Persephone’s bottom, and his hardness filling her while he lay between her red-ridged thighs, as she wriggled her wealed buttocks into the mattress. Pam surfaced suddenly, sucking in a long, shuddering breath. Agony exploded in her left nipple and then in her right as Persephone’s final blows brought the twin tips of the strap expertly down upon them. The leather’s impact tore the blunt jaws clamped tightly to her left nipple from the half-hard point but it took an extra stroke to the right one to free the biting metal and make clamps and chain fall to the carpet at her feet. Pam made strangling noises and squirmed frenziedly as lights flashed in her head.
The crack of leather stopped but the pain it had caused continued. Pam did not see Persephone strap on the dildo. Only when the blonde pinched her throbbing nipples as the blinding torment of returning circulation began, did she manage to force her tightly closed eyes open. Persephone ran a hand down Pam’s sweat-run belly to her sex.
“That was fun,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s see how much you enjoyed it.” She slid a finger under Pam’s hood. Tickling excitement ran through her. In seconds her bud swelled. Persephone laughed. “Oh, you’re a naughty girl. You love it, don’t you? I can feel the heat from your tits. They must be on fire and I’ll bet your pussy’s burning too. Yet you want my cock more than anything, don’t you, darling?” She rubbed faster.
Longing for her rigid control to return, instead Pam despaired, wriggled and thrust her hips forwards as if it was Rafael’s fingers that were teasing her rippling sex. “Yes. Oh, yes!” Her pussy pulsed almost as painfully as the points of her breasts as Persephone positioned the thick head of the phallus against it, arched her back and looked down at the
hard rubber rising from her groin. “I love watching it slide in. It makes me feel so powerful.” She did it slowly, and every fraction of an inch of Pam’s sheath shimmered as the dildo slid over its quivering membranes. Where the hell was the self-control she had gone to such lengths to develop? Persephone jerked her hips and the question was unimportant.
Their bellies met, warm and slick with sweat, then their breasts, and Pam’s torment flared brighter. The pleasure flared too. Her sex-lips throbbed, her nipples and blazing breasts were utter torture, and the blonde’s thrusts were driving her sore buttocks against the whipping post. But the hard dildo was striking sparks on the walls of her pussy that were making her head spin and her whole body tremble. Pain and pleasure melded. Torment was also delight. Pam strained against her straps, crushing her breasts harder against Persephone’s and squirming as much as she could.
“Oh, I can feel your hard clitty rubbing mine,” the mistress said huskily into Pam’s ear. The American girl only gasped and moved her hips faster. She could feel it too. It was wonderful.
Neither spoke for several minutes. Everything they felt was better expressed with breathy sighs and moans and whimpers, and Pam’s gasping and groaning as pain or pleasure momentarily gained the upper hand in her passion-fogged mind. But the truth she could not escape was that even the throb and burn and ache of her flesh was pleasure for as long as Persephone was pressing against her and driving the marvellous phallus into her pulsating pussy. Her juices flowed around the hard rubber, drenching her thighs, their aroma mingling with the sweat running down both girls’ bodies into a piquant perfume that filled the air around them.
Persephone suddenly bucking and thrusting even more wildly announced she was coming. The increased friction and the grinding of her clitoris on Pam’s sent the American girl over the edge too. She squirmed, tugging hard at her wrist straps, fists clenching and unclenching in time with the spasms of a stunning climax that made her knees buckle and her toes curl.
The blonde clung to Pam for several minutes after their breathing had steadied, and even when she let go the American girl’s sex continued to ripple and the stars had not yet stopped exploding in her head. Her shoulders ached. The phallus slipped out with a sloppy sound as Persephone tottered backwards, her small breasts rapidly rising and falling.
“Oh, my! I thought Milly and Tania were good but you are absolutely incredible. I don’t suppose you’d like to continue as my slave when we get back?”
Pam looked at her groggily. The pain had not yet returned to being simply pain.
Persephone pouted. “No? Well, I have been rather hard on you, but you invite it, you know. You try to hide your submissiveness but it’s still obvious to everyone.”
“No it’s not,” Pam denied. “I’m not like that at all.”
Her tormentor laughed as she took off the strap-on and ran her tongue along its wetly glistening length. “Mmm, delicious! You’re not fooling anyone, not even yourself. You might get away with it where we come from but it won’t work in this world. Lucky for us neither of us will be here much longer. You do want to go back, I assume?”
“Back!” Pam’s belly gave a huge flip and the question of whether she was deluding herself about her desires was instantly forgotten. She had thought the blonde had been talking about returning to London but…. Shocked disbelief swamped her thoughts.
Persephone tossed the dildo onto the bed, removed the spreader bar from Pam’s ankles and began unfastening the straps on her wrists. Her pussy no longer pulsed with passion, only with pain, as she eased her legs carefully together.
“December nineteen eighty-one was when it happened to me,” the blonde said. “One minute I was on the jet on my first business trip to New York, then I was choking in darkness and then I was on an airship. I was luckier than you. I was a rich girl, not a stowaway.”
Pam’s mouth had fallen open and refused to close. Persephone finished freeing her wrists. The blaze of her breasts and throb of her nipples intensified as she lowered her arms. She punched the blonde girl hard in her belly. Air whooshed out of Persephone as she doubled up. Pam grabbed her throat with half-numbed hands and forced her to the floor.
“You fucking bitch!” she said, with a snarl on her lips. “You knew I was telling the truth. You could have helped me but you….” She stopped abruptly. Persephone’s eyes were wide and her face was bright red. “Oh, my God!” Pam let go, aghast. The blonde’s upright little breasts heaved as she sucked in a wheezing breath and then many more. A minute passed without a word spoken.
“You can get us home?” Pam asked finally.
Rubbing her neck, Persephone struggled upright, cleared her throat and grimaced. “That’s why I’m paying Traske an obscene amount of money to take us miles off course, and that’s why I needed to be sure we’re going to the right place,” she said hoarsely.
Pam asked the obvious question. “But you’ve got everything you could ever want here. Why?”
“You know why.” Persephone’s lips twisted. “You saw me with Rafael, and even my own slave girls and those cops in the street. I know what I’m giving up, but I don’t have a choice.” She began to cry.
Pam was not completely surprised until the blonde flung herself into her arms, sobbing wretchedly. The torment in her breasts flared but, despite Persephone’s cruelty, it seemed natural to hold her while she wept. Questions overflowed her mind, yet now her initial shock was wearing off she felt strangely calm, as if her practised control had returned when she needed it most. There were far too many uncertainties to get excited. Persephone loosened her grip and clasped Pam’s hands in her own.
“It….” She sniffled. “It was great to begin with. I had to drive Rafael away, unfortunately. He was too close to the real Persephone. He could never have guessed what had happened but after a few days he had already noticed the difference. I had to push him away, even though I liked him. It wasn’t too hard to bear. I’ve always liked girls as much as men. I don’t think he minded very much either. He never seemed to pay much attention to any girl in particular. Not until you came along, anyway.”
Rafael’s attention and what it might mean was a subject Pam had no wish to think about.
Persephone sniffed again and wiped her eyes, smudging her mascara. “I had it all for a while. Then I started to change.” Her tears brimmed once more. “Oh, it’s awful! Do you know why I spend so much time flying?”
Pam nodded. “If you’re a passenger you can’t stow away and get yourself enslaved.”
Persephone’s hands tightened on hers. “It’s the only time I’m not afraid. I’ve tried to fight it but it only gets stronger. I’m That Kind and pretty soon I will get myself enslaved and that will be the end of everything. Can you imagine the richest woman in the world making herself a slave girl? I couldn’t live with that. I’ve got to get away.”
Pam’s situation was too similar for her not to be unsympathetic, but it was hard to ignore the pain and cruelty she had endured. She pried herself loose, got up and poured brandy into two glasses.
“Alcohol is forbidden for slaves,” Persephone said, as Pam handed her a drink.
“I know.” Sitting on the floor facing her, she took a long swallow from her glass. “You do realise the black… thing might not even be there, don’t you?”
“Or maybe it will.” The blonde straightened her back and sipped brandy. “It’s a chance I didn’t have before I met you. It has to be worth taking.”
A thrill of excitement made Pam shiver. It was worth taking. Any risk was worth it if it meant she might escape this mad world. Certain Persephone had already thought of all the other things that could go wrong, she did not bring them up. Her breasts could not take another bout of the blonde’s crying.
“What’s your real name?” she asked.
The blonde gave a weak smile. “Kathy Martin. Not quite as grand as Persephone Peake but neither was I, just an ordinary person with an ordinary job. I copied all the other rich bitches I met with their
‘darling this’ and ‘darling that’. They’re so shallow they never noticed any change in the girl they thought they knew.”
“But the cruelty came naturally,” Pam said, not hiding her bitterness.
Persephone, or Kathy, did not have the decency to blush. She shrugged. “I suppose it did. I’ve always liked hurting people, but I never had a chance to really do it, physically I mean, until I came here. The real Persephone inherited all of her money. When I suddenly had all that wealth and power it was hard not to take advantage of it.”
“Abuse it you mean. You let it go to your head,” Pam said, not trying to hide her bitterness. “All power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely,” she added, recalling having read the words somewhere back in her own world.
Persephone pouted. “I could be worse. I won’t have you punished for trying to choke me to death.”
“Don’t expect me to thank you,” Pam said, wincing at the throb in her breasts and sex. She thought of all that Persephone had put her through. “Why do they even let women have female slaves if the laws against Sapphism are so strict?”
“There aren’t any male slaves, and even the men don’t expect a Freewoman to bathe and dress herself,” Persephone replied. She seemed to be returning to her usual self as she downed her brandy and lit a cigarette, but Pam had seen beneath the façade. She would never feel intimidated by her again, and if the blonde did ever try to punish her she might not release her grip the next time. A thought struck her.
“I guess the original Persephone must have taken your place in the real world.” From the moment she had arrived, Pam had instinctively known that Ann had also taken her place on the airplane, though she had never had any time to wonder about the would-be slave girl’s fate. Captain Todd must have been pretty surprised.
“I hope she hasn’t screwed up my life, now that I need it back,” Persephone said, as selfish as always.
Pam let it pass. “Have you any idea how this place got so mixed up?” she asked.
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