Pam-Ann by Lindsey Brooks Read Free Book Online

trembled when Eve
joined the other girl in buckling the ankle straps tightly in
place.
    “Get her arms higher,”
Persephone instructed when they were finished. “I want her
stretched.”
    “Oh, no,” Pam wailed, as they
raised the upper bar and the pull on her wrists and shoulder joints
increased until her body was strained taut and the mounds of her
breasts lifted higher on her chest, jutting out with their rosy
nipples pointing right and left. The stiff anklets stopped her
rising on her toes to ease the tension. For the briefest of moments
a shiver of nervous excitement ran through her at the memory of
what Rick had called their ‘games’. Persephone stepped closer, and
Pam felt gnawing anxiety and awful helplessness in the grip of the
leather binding her limbs. Smiling, the blonde reached a fingertip
to the outer curve of Pam’s left breast and traced a line over its
rounded fullness.
    She squeezed her eyes tight
shut. “Oh, God, I’m not a dyke,” she hissed through gritted
teeth.
    “You mean a Sapphic, darling,”
Persephone purred, “and we’re barely tolerated here. Being too open
about it can get you a public flogging or even slavery. Unless, of
course, you’re as obscenely rich as I am.” Her light laughter
tinkled close to Pam’s ear. “I’d have to do something very silly
indeed to end up being enslaved. Like stowing away.” She gave Pam’s
nipple an uncomfortable tweak. “Look at me, Ann.”
    The American girl opened her
eyes. The blonde’s lips hovered inches in front of her own.
    “That’s your real name, isn’t
it? It says so on the notice they put up about you. Do you know
you’re the star of tonight’s entertainment, darling? You should.
There’s plenty in the papers warning girls like you what will
happen if you stow away. Yet so many still do. Why do you think
that is?”
    “I don’t know,” Pam said.
“Please let me go. I’m not Ann, I’m Pamela Weston. I told you how I
came here. It’s the truth.”
    Persephone closed her hands on
her breasts and squeezed.
    Pam gasped as the fingers sank
deep into her tender flesh. “Ooh, no.”
    “You mustn’t go around telling
stories no one will believe, Ann. You’ll only get hurt. What you
should do is be obedient and cooperative, then you won’t get half
as many beatings. Right, Tania?”
    “That’s right, Mistress,” the
brunette answered at once. Like her Mistress’s, her accent sounded
British.
    “There, you see?” Persephone
stopped squeezing Pam’s breasts and rubbed them firmly with her
palms. “Now forget your little fantasy and concentrate on being a
good slave. Otherwise you have a lot of painful experiences ahead
of you. What do you think a slave girl should be above all
else?”
    Pam’s stomach knotted. She had been asked the question before. She gave
the same answer she had given Rick. “I… obedient.”
    “Very good.”
Persephone’s smile held no warmth. “And respectful of her
betters. What do you think she should call them?” She pinched Pam’s
nipples.
    “Ow! Ooh! Mistress! She should
call them Mistress.”
    Persephone continued pinching,
tightening her grip until the pain seemed to be flowing from the
pulsing points into the rest of Pam’s body, the way it had with
Rick. “Not if they’re men, silly.”
    “Ooh! Master! Master if they’re
men, Mistress.”
    “Good girl. You’ve learned a
useful lesson. Remember it.” Slowly and deliberately she scraped
her fingernails over the delicate skin of Pam’s breasts as far as
her nipples, then again squeezed the twin points hard between
fingers and thumbs.
    “Ooh! Ooh! Stop, please! I’ll do
whatever you want. Don’t hurt me any more.” The idea was utterly
abhorrent but she could take no more of the blonde’s frightening
torments.
    Persephone laughed wickedly. “I
know you will, darling. But not until you’ve had another lesson.”
She released Pam’s fiercely throbbing nipples and went to a
cupboard. Through tear filled eyes the