Pam-Ann by Lindsey Brooks Page B

other.
It was shiny and looked new. According to the words around its
edge, the head stamped into it was that of Edward the Ninth. On the
reverse Pam read ‘half-crown’ and the date, nineteen eighty-five.
Was it really the same year as in her own world? She had not
thought about it, but the steam powered airship and low voltage
electricity, the vaguely Edwardian-looking clothes of the men and
the odd mixture of Art Deco and Art Nouveau decoration about
everything Pam had seen, had given her the impression she had
travelled back in time as well as…. She did not know what the other
sort of travel might have been. It made no difference. What this
horrible world was like was not important. All that mattered was
getting back to the one she knew was sane.
    A door opened further down the
corridor and Miss Peake’s bodyguard appeared, saw Pam and beckoned
her closer.
    “Been enjoying yourself, lover?”
Eve asked. “Here, see what you’ve been missing.” Her strong arm
circled Pam’s waist and she opened the door a few inches.
    The American girl recoiled.
Persephone was sprawled across the bed, both feet on the floor,
both hands clasped around a slave girl’s head to hold it tightly
between her parted thighs. The slave was kneeling astride Milly,
who lay on her back on the floor with her face buried in the
unknown slave girl’s crotch. Tania stood behind her, smacking a
stiff leather paddle onto the slave’s taut, rearward-thrusting
buttocks. They were glowing fiery red.
    Eve closed the door. “Be glad
it’s not you, lover. Miss Peake was pretty annoyed when the
Harcourts beat her to you.” She pushed Pam against the wall.
Wincing at its pressure on her striped backside the American girl
looked warily into the tall bodyguard’s blue eyes as Eve cupped her
left breast and rubbed the ball of her thumb on her firm nipple,
confirming, not that Pam had ever doubted it, that the muscular girl’s sexual preference was the same as
her employer’s. “I can see why,” Eve said, laughing softly and
sliding her other hand down Pam’s belly.
    “Please don’t,” she begged as
two long fingers pushed slowly between the tickling lips of her
sex. The girl’s big breasts were almost in her face and two broad,
stiff nipples thrust darkly pink against the thin white silk of her
blouse.
    “Why not? You’re ready for it,
lover.” Eve’s fingers wriggled. “You’re oozing honey down there and
pretty soon your clit’s going to be hard as a button. I’d really
love to give those lovely tits a proper sucking and fuck you
senseless with a strap-on. And the way your pussy’s acting I think
you’d love it too.” She laughed. “Front and rear, eh, lover?”
    “No!” Pam made a sound between a
gasp and a sob. “It’s not me. It’s that awful Venus Dust.”
    Eve laughed. “Oh, is it really?”
She withdrew her fingers and her expression became serious. “It
must be hard for you. Everything must seem strange right now, and
maybe frightening too, eh? In spite of what they’re saying I don’t
think you’re one of That Kind.” She shrugged, big breasts shaking.
“Yet you still got yourself into this, though I can’t for the life
of me work out why. That wild story you told is just too
far-fetched to believe.” She closed her lips over her glistening
fingers and sucked them. “Mm, you are sweet.” Her smile
seemed to hold some genuine sympathy . “Off
you go, lover. I’m travelling on Miss Peake’s ticket. I don’t
qualify for extras like enjoying you, worse luck.”
    With the embarrassing effects of
Eve’s exploration tingling between her legs Pam hurried away, only
realising too late that she had missed a chance to find out what
That Kind were. As she tied her scanty covering around her hips she
almost bumped into someone coming out of one of the cabins.
    The
slave girl held up a small coin. “A shilling. That’s all he
gave me.” She continued alongside Pam, walking stiffly. “Try not to
attract Lord