Pam-Ann by Lindsey Brooks Read Free Book Online Page A

American girl saw it was not
the dresses it contained that the blonde was looking at, but the
rack attached to the door.
    “Hm, the light hazel wand for
now, I think,” Pam heard her say and her belly turned over as she
caught sight of what Persephone held in her hand.
    “Oh, God, no more! I can’t take
any more!”
    “Nonsense! They’ve just been
having a little fun with you so far. You’re barely marked.”
    The smart of Pam’s weals was
telling her something else altogether. The blonde leaned close and
lightly tickled her armpits before rubbing the smooth, tapered wand in her hand across the American girl’s
breasts until it rested on her up-tilted left nipple. Pam squirmed
in the tight straps at wrists and ankles and stared into her
tormentor’s cruelly smiling face.
    “Oh, you’re frightened,”
Persephone crooned. “But I thought girls of That Kind liked this
sort of thing. Isn’t that what attracts you to a life of slavery?”
She shrugged. “Well, I can’t let you off, darling. It’s not done,
you see? You have to learn that you obey at once. And if you don’t
you get this.”
    She stepped back and swung the
thin length of wood into the underside of Pam’s left breast. It
landed with a smack, and a blazing streak of pain seared her flesh.
Pam jerked, snarling and shaking her head. A second stroke scorched
her skin in almost exactly the same place and before she could even
draw breath to cry out a third smacked down on the full upper curve
of her breast. Strained tight on the post Pam could barely writhe
as the fiery blow sank deep and the blonde raised the wand
again.
    “Please!” Her breast bounced
under the impact, stinging and throbbing horribly as the pain tore
into her yielding flesh. Tears blurred her vision and she wriggled
and arched her back in a hopeless effort to ease her torment. It
only thrust her defenceless tits out further and, with a precision
that could only have come from long practice, Persephone dealt two
biting strikes to the swell of Pam’s left nipple. She howled and
continued howling as her tormentor landed six identical and equally
wicked strokes of the slim rod to her right breast.
    Breathing hard, bathed in sweat
and with her flesh stinging wickedly, she watched Persephone replace the hazel, scarcely able to believe that
such a small, innocuous-looking instrument could have caused such
torture. Her gut shrank as the blonde stood before her once
more.
    “Mm, that was nice.”
Persephone’s smile revealed her sharp little eyeteeth. Pam
shuddered. A heartbeat later she wriggled and cried out as the blonde’s hands closed over her burning
breasts. A wet tongue lapped the tears clinging to her right cheek.
“Are you sorry for your naughtiness?” Persephone crooned.
    Pam gasped as fingers dug into
her scorching flesh. “Ow! Yes, Mistress.”
    “Are you going to be
obedient?”
    “Yes. Oh, yes!” she cried
breathlessly, and heaved against her straps when Persephone’s grip left her tits and her hand slid down
Pam’s belly and rubbed the newly waxed and sensitive skin on her
mound.
    “I got very wet punishing you,
darling.” The hand slid lower and Pam’s
heart pounded. “I wonder if it had the same effect on you.”
    Pam squirmed as a finger pushed
uncomfortably into her sex.
    Persephone pouted. “Oh, you’re
not excited at all, you bad girl. Don’t you know you’re always
supposed to be ready? Your sort usually can’t get enough. Tania,
Venus Dust.”
    The slave girl lifted a small
phial she already had in her hand and a glass of water. The
pressure of Eve’s fingers forced Pam’s jaws apart. She could not
evade the little sprinkle of whatever the phial contained, which
Persephone placed on her tongue. It was hot and peppery and it
fizzed as it met the moisture in her mouth.
    “It’s nothing dangerous,” the
blonde mistress said. “Just something to get you in the mood. Wash
it down.” She held the glass to Pam’s lips.
    Throat raw from crying out,