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wildly, adding to the strain on her cracking shoulders as
each wet, wicked splat of the whip on her tender buttocks stoked
the fires already raging through their flesh. Near panic, she wet
herself.
    “Oh, there she goes,” Jerry
Morgan said, chuckling. “It’s rare we get one who doesn’t piss
herself at some time during her first flogging.”
    The searing strokes of the whip
stopped. In the silence Pam heard the echoing vibration of the
metal bucket between her feet as her urine splattered into it. She
was helpless to stop it, and almost too lost in her pain to care
about the humiliation. Oh, please let it be over! Even as the plea
filled her mind her flow ended and another savage stroke raked her
burning rear-cheeks and set her writhing once more. Pam shrieked
into her gag and continued shrieking until at last the torment
ceased. The crowd’s applause mocked her. She was too far gone to
care.
    What followed was a blur.
Through the fire and torment she heard the meaty thud of the thick
cane striking flesh and the girl called Lisa crying out close by,
and more applause that must have marked the end of the beating. The
band began playing. Fingers played over the burning weals on Pam’s
left shoulder. Persephone Peake’s breathy tones penetrated her
pain-racked mind.
    “You’re a sight, darling, but I
did enjoy your whipping. You see now why I wanted you before they flogged you.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    “You understand your duties?”
Drake asked, leaning back in his chair and steepling his
fingers.
    Standing at the other side of
his desk, head up, feet slightly apart and with her fists pressed
to the small of her back, Pam nodded.
    The Englishwoman who had taught
her the pose prodded the tip of her cane into the American girl’s
ravaged bottom. “Answer properly.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, wincing,
and for the first time since entering Drake’s office looked away
from his level gaze and through the big window behind him. “My God,
we’re flying!” Pam rushed to the glass, almost forgetting the pain
of breasts and back and buttocks in her astonishment at the clouds
drifting past outside. Far below them lay the grey-blue ocean.
    “No, Christine.” Drake rose to
his feet. The alarming tingle his hand on Pam’s arm caused made her
pull away in time to see the Englishwoman lower her upraised cane.
“What else do you expect us to do?” He looked at a sepia-tinted
photograph on the wall. The image was of a cigar-shaped object with
tall fins at one end, which appeared to be hovering close to the
ground above a large crowd of ants.
    Pam looked more closely. The
ants were people and the object was huge. “It’s an airship!”
    His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start
that again. If you tell me you didn’t notice when you sneaked on
board I’ll take a switch to you, sore backside or not.”
    “But it’s enormous. And it’s
powered by steam?” Her thoughts raced. “It must use helium.
Hydrogen would be too dangerous with fire aboard. What about the
weight? All that steel and coal. Doesn’t it defy the laws of
physics?”
    The look he returned her was
surprised, puzzled and suspicious all at the same time. “What do
you know about the laws of physics, girl?”
    Pam flinched from his tone.
“Only what I learned in high school.” It was enough. Maybe even the
laws of nature were different in this crazy world. She had been
flying and so had the airship, and somehow the blackness had
plucked her from one and set her down on the other. At least it
made more sense than her ending up on a ship. Pam’s belly flipped.
None of it made any sense, but if the blackness had brought her
here maybe it could take her back, if only she could get the chance
to find it.
    “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