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cane on her
buttocks quashed the feeling with a fiery sting.
    “Stand in front of the desk,”
the Englishwoman barked, “and get your hands at your sides.” Apart
from two brief pieces of material slung from a cord around her
hips, barely covering her before and behind, she was as naked as
Pam but clearly nowhere near as self-conscious about it.
    The heat of Pam’s blush flamed
on her cheeks as she obeyed and looked at Drake with a mixture of
wariness and resentment.
    “That’s all, Christine.” When
the Englishwoman had gone he looked Pam up and down. “You’ve
cleaned up well. You look very pretty.”
    Pam had no
recollection of being bathed but it must have happened, for she had
been clean when she had been awoken. One bite from the
Englishwoman’s cane had been enough to make her submit to having her face made-up and her hair brushed and
pinned, when all she had wanted were answers to the questions
crowding her mind. Neither had the indignities ended
there.
    Drake pushed the printed paper
he had been writing on across the desk and pointed to an inkpad
that lay beside it. “Right thumb print on the right bottom
corner.”
    “W…what is it?” Pam dared to
ask.
    “Your provisional acceptance
papers, of course.” His mouth tightened as he stood, picked up a
rod like the one he had used in the Chief’s office and moved around
the desk towards her. “I don’t know what this innocent act is all
about, or what you expect to gain from it, but it’s trying my
patience. And it’s going to stop now. You know it makes no
difference if you’ve changed your mind, so get your print on the
paper.” When she still hesitated he smacked the rod on the desktop.
“Now!”
    Pam jumped at the crack. Awed by
his broad figure towering so close and terrified by the thought of
him carrying out his earlier threat to strap her down and beat her,
she jabbed her thumb onto the inkpad and pressed it to the printed
sheet.
    “That’s better.” Drake let the
rod lie, took the paper and the passport he had found in what he
thought was her bag, paper-clipped them together and slipped them
into a brown folder on his desk. His hand seizing hers made Pam
catch her breath but he only wiped the ink from her thumb with a
damp cloth and released her. The skin of her wrist felt oddly warm
where he had gripped it. The same feeling tingled through Pam’s jaw
as his finger tilted her chin until she was looking into his eyes.
A shiver of gooseflesh ran over her skin, spread across her
shoulders and down to her breasts. To her alarm her nipples
stiffened.
    “I expect you’re afraid,” he
said.
    Dumbly, she nodded.
    “Well, it’ll all be over soon
and then you can start to learn the routine and settle in. It might
seem strange at first but you’ll pick it up quickly enough.”
    Even though she had no grasp of
their meaning, his words were the first that had held even a hint
of sympathy for her since she had been somehow plucked from the
airplane. Pam felt a stirring of gratitude. It vanished as soon as
he spoke again.
    “They’ve done a good job on you.
I like to see a neat little pussy like yours without any hair
hiding it.”
    An image of being held down by
three near-naked girls while the Englishwoman waxed her sex and
armpits filled Pam with instant indignation.
    “Oh, do you?” she said hotly.
“They had no right to….” She did not expect him to slide his hand
between her thighs. Stunned, Pam stared open-mouthed into Drake’s
eyes as his fingertips smoothed over the bare, pouting lips of her
newly depilated sex. A second later she leapt away with heat
flaring in her sheath and a startling cascade of juices bathing its
quivering walls. Her head whirled. Only Rick’s touch had ever had
such an immediate and intense effect before. Remembering him
stabbed her heart as it always did, but Pam had no time to spare
for past hurts. She had enough in the here and now. She shuddered,
panting. “You m… mustn’t do that.