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It’s….”
    “Not right,” Drake finished.
“Nothing is, according to you. Come back here.” When she hesitated
he curled his hand around the rod. To Pam’s relief he let go when
she obeyed. She squeaked in anger and outrage when he immediately
smoothed his fingers over her sex-lips again, and was thankful as
well as surprised when he did no more. As his hand withdrew it
brushed the apex of her sex. Pam looked down and gave a little mew
of astonishment. The tip of her clitoris was standing out amid the
flesh that should have concealed it. Her cheeks flamed, then flamed
again as she saw her deep-red and erect nipples.
    Drake laughed. “Now that’s what
I expect from one of That Kind, not this coy, modest act you’ve
been putting on. No one’s going to buy it anyway. Not after you
stowed away.”
    “But I keep telling you I didn’t
stow away.”
    “Then I guess you just appeared
out of thin air?”
    “Yes. No. Oh, hell! I was on a
plane….”
    His upraised hand stopped her.
“There are no plains in the Atlantic Ocean, girl, as you know very
well.”
    “The Atlantic? Then I’m where I
was, except… not where I was, or maybe when I was?” It was a
difficult idea to grasp, let alone put into words.
    Drake was not listening. He took
out a large pocket watch. “Time we moved along. The passengers will
be gathering in the saloon before dinner.”
    “Oh, why won’t anyone listen?
Doesn’t anyone have any respect for anyone else here?”
    Drake’s glance
at her seemed surprised. “Sure, but not for you. That’s something
else you sacrificed the right to when you gave up your
freedom.”
    “Freedom?” Pam’s belly felt
instantly and horribly hollow. “Please, for one minute pretend I
have no idea what’s happening and tell me what it is I’ve done to
make everyone mad at me.”
    “No one’s mad at you, but a lot
will despise you.” Drake sighed. “Okay, I’ll play along this once,
but only once. You stowed away. That’s an international offence
with a mandatory punishment. You automatically become the property
of the Company whose vessel you illegally boarded, in this case the Empire Star Line . That’s why I’ve signed you on as a
stewardess third class on the crew of the Empire’s
Triumph .”
    “P... property?” The hollow
feeling intensified. “What the hell are you saying?”
    “What I’m saying, as you already
know, is that you belong to the Company. You’re a bonded slave
girl.”
    “Oh, my God!”
    It took every
shred of control and willpower Pam could summon to stop her from
passing out. She was still reeling when Drake took her
forward from his office to a part of the vessel where the corridors
were carpeted and their walls painted in tasteful pastel shades.
Questions crowded her mind but the lieutenant’s patience was
exhausted, and in her shock and near-panic Pam forgot them as quickly as they arose. A slave! The word ran
round and round in her head as Drake guided her along passageways
and through a double door. The room beyond was more brightly lit
than anywhere Pam had seen so far. And it was full of people!
Senses still swamped by what she had learned, she took in little of
her surroundings but could still cringe inwardly as heads began to
turn in her direction.
    Big, rectangular windows at
either side of the room showed it extended the width of the vessel.
Between two of the windows on one side was a small stage with
tables arranged in semi-circles in front of it. On the stage was a
tall, chromed-metal post and beside it another shiny metal object
shaped like half a barrel and mounted on two pairs of legs of
different lengths and set at different angles. Drake made for the
stage but his glance at the bar that occupied most of the other
side of the saloon made him head in that direction instead.
Horribly conscious of her nudity and especially her newly depilated
sex, Pam felt her cheeks grow hot. There must be thirty men and
women in the room and they were all looking at