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

she
would have been glad to drink but for her fear of the drug being
forced into her. The peppery heat spread down her gullet and all
the way to her belly as she swallowed.
    “The effect is instant. I’ll
show you.” Persephone smoothed her hand down the American girl’s
soft-skinned stomach, paused to lightly pinch the fleshy bump
concealing her clitoris, delved once more between her labia and
rubbed the sensitive membranes within.
    Pam gasped. Her sex tingled and
tickled, the feelings quickening as the exploring finger pushed
deeper and moved more rapidly. She squirmed. “Oh, what have you
done to me? For God’s sake, you’re a girl!” It made no difference
to her body’s response. Her hips were wriggling as much as her
bonds allowed and thrusting ever more eagerly to meet the blonde’s
penetrating fingers. Pam’s head began to spin and even the sudden
pressure of Persephone’s other hand on her smarting breasts did not
diminish her quivering arousal.
    “There, darling, that’s how you
should always be – wet and compliant and ready to be used. Now, you
want to lick my pussy, don’t you?” Persephone’s thumb and
forefinger tightened on Pam’s right nipple and its wicked throbbing
increased.
    “Ooh! Yes, Mistress.” Shamed and
humiliated by her surrender, she was nevertheless relieved when she
was quickly freed.
    Persephone sat on the edge of
the bed, leaned back on both hands, and spread her legs. Her feline
gaze met Pam’s tearful one. “Crawl to me.”
    The American girl sank to all
fours with a sob. She did not want to obey. The pain of her weals
and of her swaying breasts as she crossed the carpet reminded her
why she must. Only once before, had she pleasured another woman.
The memory made her think of Rick and increased the prickling
between her thighs. God, was she never going to forget? She thought
of Drake and how she had reacted to his touch and found herself
between Persephone’s thighs, her face inches from her damply
glistening sex and nostrils quivering from its ripe perfume. What
in God’s name had they given her that could make her tremble like
this? Her sheath rippled. And why did the awful thing she was being
made to do seem far less repugnant than it had only minutes ago?
Bewildered and forlorn she looked at the blonde. Eyes heavy-lidded,
bright and smouldering with passion, Persephone ran her tongue over
her shiny, red lips.
    “Clitty first, darling,” she
said breathily. “And don’t stop ’til you’re told or you’ll have
another tit-whipping. Eve, cuff her.”
    Even though it
had been more than two years since Pam had dared allow herself to
experience any sexual pleasure, she was awed that the drug could so
swiftly start to overcome her loathing. She let the powerful girl
pin her arms behind her with a pair of handcuffs. Persephone slid
her buttocks to the edge of the bed until the wispy blonde curls
crowning her sex tickled the tip of Pam’s nose. Her woman-scent was strong and heady.
    “Tania,” the blonde mistress
said.
    Pam had been unaware Tania was
close behind her. The shock of the slave’s fingers
thrusting into her sex made her jerk forward. Her mouth met the
swells of Persephone’s pussy-lips and the blonde’s hand
abruptly gripping the back of her head held it there. Sex
quivering, belly churning and head spinning, Pam accepted her fate.
She pushed out her tongue and began to lick. It was horrid,
nauseating, or it should have been. But the drug was doing its
work. With her hurts a reminder of the
penalty for failing to please the cruel mistress, she lapped and
flicked her tongue on Persephone’s bud, nibbled with her lips and
drew on it until it was firm and elongated and the blonde was
sighing her pleasure.
    “Pussy now,” Persephone said
breathlessly, apparently as heedless of those watching her as Pam
was acutely conscious of their presence. Yet she dared not refuse.
The drug did not seem to affect her feelings, only the sensitivity
of her body.