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endured, Pam could not quite believe they meant it, did not want to believe they meant it.
    Drake sat and placed his hands
on the desk. The fearful flutter in Pam’s stomach was joined by an
alarming tickle beneath the obscenely small scrap of cloth they had
given her to wear as she remembered the touch of those long
fingers. What the hell was in the drug that Persephone had forced
into her? She raised her head, but looking into his deep-brown eyes
only made her pulse quicken further.
    “You know the penalties if you
don’t fully please the passengers? No allowances will be made
because you’re new. You’ll be punished like any other slave girl if
you aren’t satisfactory in every way.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her shudder at the
fateful words ‘slave girl’ heightened the dull throbbing of the
welts the whip had raised. The Englishwoman had had one of the
other girls put a soothing ointment on them the night before but
they still hurt with every movement Pam made.
    “If you want to remain on the Empire’s Triumph you had better make sure your service this
trip is exemplary,” Drake continued. “Otherwise you can forget
about making another. We’ll be watching you closely. Make the grade
or you’ll be sent to the pool and sold off.”
    Pam gulped. Her only hope of
ever returning to her own world, desperately slim though it might
be, was to find the black phenomenon. As far as she knew it was
somewhere out over the Atlantic. Remaining on the airship was the
only chance she would ever have of encountering it again. Yet what
they were demanding she do was utterly abhorrent. Even so, it had
to be better than being sent to whatever the pool was and sold like
an object. Drake was looking at her with one eyebrow lifted
impatiently. “Yes, Sir,” she said grudgingly, shuddering at the
enormity of what she was committing herself to.
    “You don’t seem very
enthusiastic for one of That Kind.”
    “I don’t know what That Kind
are,” Pam said. “But I guarantee I’m not one of them.”
    “Is that a fact?” The corners of
his mouth lifted. “Wait outside, Christine.” The moment she had
gone he crooked a finger at Pam. “Here.”
    Acutely conscious of him looking
at her bare breasts she walked hesitantly around the desk. Drake
leaned back and she saw his gaze slowly explore her body. Pam
remembered all of the times that Rick had given her the same long,
searching scrutiny, and what had come after it. An involuntary
shiver ran through her. Damn Rick and his kinky games! For once she
felt anger at the memories instead of pain.
    Drake smiled thinly. “Getting
excited, Ann?”
    She resisted the urge to glare
at him. “No, Sir.”
    “Miss Peake wasn’t gentle with
you.”
    Pam had seen several girls whose
breasts bore purpling lines similar to the ones that marked her
own. She had the frightening suspicion that such evidence of abuse
was only likely to attract more.
    “Your nipples seem pretty hard
for a girl who’s not excited, yet I don’t think it’s cold in here.”
He reached out as he spoke. Pam leapt back. “Now that’s the sort of
thing that will get you punished. Come here.”
    She could not afford to anger
the airship’s first lieutenant. Pam obeyed and gritted her teeth as
he lifted the little semi-circle of white cloth suspended from a
cord around her hips. She had slapped Captain Todd’s hand
indignantly from her ass and dearly wished she could do the same to
the one Drake slid over the fronts of her thighs, inches from her
bare sex.
    “No sign of much excitement down
there. It’s expected, you know. You’re always to be ready to
accommodate any of the passengers who want you.”
    Pam flinched at the bald
statement that so cruelly summed up her future. How could he be so
matter-of-fact about it? But then he was not the one doomed to a
life of slavery. Unless she could find the unearthly blackness
again and get home.
    “You’d better show me what you
can do,” Drake said.
    She stared in alarm