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woman jamming the short, bamboo stick she
carried between Pam’s bare buttocks. She stopped with a squeak of
outrage, though she was not entirely surprised after the other
humiliations she had suffered. The stick’s pressure eased as the
woman swung open the door in front of them. “Go on.”
    “Please, where are you taking
me?” Pam asked. “Won’t you give me some clothes?”
    “Shut up.” The woman gave the
same reply she had to all her other anxious questions.
    “You can’t just ignore me,” Pam
complained. “I have a right to….” The woman
slammed her against the wall and held her there while her free hand
clamped around Pam’s left breast. A thumb and forefinger pinched
its nipple until her eyes were watering.
    “Listen, you cow, I’ve done
twenty years and I’ve got a perfect record.” The woman’s accent
revealed she was English. “Three more and I can apply to be free of
this lousy Company, and you’re not going to mess it up. All you
need to know is you do as you’re told. I have caning rights and if
you don’t start right now I’ll use them, you hear?”
    The welts on Pam’s back and
buttocks were buzzing painfully from the pressure of the wall. The
woman had already added another one earlier and she did not want to
feel the sting of the little cane across her bottom again. Belly
fluttering, she nodded. Her tormentor let her go and pushed her
through the doorway.
    The passage
beyond was wider, its walls painted, and the floor was cold under
Pam’s bare feet. The others had been warm, probably from the
heat rising from the engine room below them. That had to be what
that infernal place was. Though she had had little time to think
since she had awoken, Pam was almost sure she was on a ship. How
she had got there remained a mystery, and how she could possibly
get back made her gut churn and heart race every time she tried to
think about it. Maybe she was really lying unconscious or comatose
on the plane. Even that would be better than to be
really experiencing the beating and bullying she had
suffered. In desperation Pam closed her eyes, fervently
hoping that when she opened them she would be looking into Todd’s
concerned face. He had been quite attractive really, and maybe not
as much of a sexist pig as she had been
ready to believe.
    “Hurry.” The terse command and a
sharp tap of the stick on Pam’s rump made her open her eyes. Her
heart sank. She was still in the passage, as she had known she
would be. She could not escape the horrible feeling that she was
not dreaming and that this unsympathetic world of callous, casual
cruelty truly had become her reality.
    “I don’t know what makes you mad
bitches do it,” the Englishwoman said. “You’ve got everything and
you throw it all away as if it’s nothing. I’ve struggled for years
and even now, only if – and it’s a big if – I’m lucky I
might get a taste of what you gave away without a thought. You’re
not just mad, you’re bloody stupid.”
    Unnerved as well as puzzled, Pam
wanted to ask what she meant but her previous experiences told her
she would be better silent. They turned a corner, passed two doors
and a tap of the stick halted her at a third with the words First Officer stencilled on it. The Englishwoman knocked
gently.
    “Come in.”
    Drake, who looked in every way
identical to Todd, slipped the cap on his fountain pen as they entered , laid it on his desk and sat back in
his chair.
    “Hello, Ann. I’ve got the
paperwork prepared.”
    Pam stared. Directly before her
was a large, rectangular window but she could see nothing beyond
it. It was dark outside and all that was visible was her own
reflection in the glass, reminding her she was entirely naked
before a man who was a complete stranger. She put a hand over her
sex and crossed a forearm over her out-thrust breasts. Despite her
embarrassment the need to know where she was made her want to go to
the window and try to see out. The sudden smack of the