'Feel like doing that today,' smiled the blonde.
'Ask me to!'
Pamela choked, her face flushing with fire. She licked her dry lips.
'Pull my panties off and hang 'em outside, mistress,' she squeaked in a strange voice.
'Please,' commanded the girl.
'Please, mistress.'
The girl laughed, kissed Pamela's nose-tip and went out, slamming and locking the van doors.
'Bastard!' said Pamela softly. 'Knew they didn't do things like that! Or did they?' Pamela moved upon her toes as the van made it.s way through the rain of London's West End. Her thoughts were many… and very mixed. There had been a lot of funny emotions, she realized. In fact, some of them weren't so funny at all… they were… interesting. Forget it, she admonished herself. I'm only seventeen and not into girls yet,
What the heck is the matter with me?
Pamela looked up at her taut wrists, lit dimly by the curtained windows. The punishment bra hurt.
A lot. She should be yelling or complaining! They don't do these things to girls in 1972! She laughed at her thought. They sure as hell do! Just look at me!
Another pair of handcuffs hung from the ceiling as well. Pamela wondered whether she'd have company or be left to her own thoughts for the entire journey. Within an hour she received her answer, as the van suddenly stopped.
Pamela naturally had no idea where the stop had been made, although she knew it was far out of
London from the utter lack of traffic noises. The rain however still beat upon the roof over her head accompanied by an occasional thunder clap. She was glad of the respite, for the moving vehicle had made her jostle and sway in her chains thus causing far more discomfort to her encircled wrists than when standing stilL
The door swung open and the blonde woman pulled a girl up into the van by her hair. In the semi-darkness Pamela could not fully study the girl, but she saw that she was her age and pretty.
It was also obvious that the girl was receiving a little harsher treatment than she had. The girl's hands were untied and her raincoat removed before the woman pushed the chain button on the side of the wall causing the silver links to lower to the floor. The cuffs were attached to the girl's ankles, the button pushed again, and she rose upwards by her feet until they were close to the van roof. The girl swung freely, her. skirt falling down to her chest. The woman tied her hands to Pamela's ankles and Pamela found herself looking through the girl's legs.
'In case you're interested,' said the woman, 'my name's Jan. I will be your mistress at Avon- dale, which makes you two my slaves. You will be called slaves, for that is what you are until your parole.'
Pamela digested Jan's words with a rather tongue-in-cheek acceptance. 'Slave' wasn't a very modern word, after all. But Jan had said it without emphasis. It just rolled off her tongue like any other word. Well, thought Pamela, if she gets her kicks that way, okay.
'I'm twenty-four, like my job, like girls your age, am good at what I do! It won't matter whether you like me or not, or play up to me, or make me angry. You'll get, the same treatment either way.'
It was just that quick and she was out the door.
The van pulled away into the murky rain.
'Cor,' said Pamela. 'Something else, isn't she? Well, at least she's not fat and ugly. Kinda cute in fact. But I think she's gonna be tough on us. I suspect she likes it. One of those kind! Hey hon, what the heck did you do to get hung up like that?'
'Sassed her in front of mum,' said the girl.
'Sorry my voice is upside down. My name is Donna Carson, what's yours?'
'Pamela McNee. Pam for short, obviously. Sorry we can't see each other, Donna,' laughed Pamela.
'All I'm looking at is a pair of white panties and you a pair of ankles!'
Donna laughed. 'Oh, well. At. least it's different as introductions go!'
Pamela liked Donna at once. Many girls probably would have been complaining, or swearing, or sobbing, or silent in their thoughts, but Donna was a talker, and seemed more than willing to accept her situation with lightness. Well, why not, thought Pamela. Far better than to bitch or make it any worse. It'll be bad enough at Avondale as it is.
'I like you, Donna Carson,' laughed Pamela.
'You're something else! Glad I'll have a sweet roommate anyway!'
'Thanks! I like you too, Pam McNee. Let's be good friends. Maybe it will make it easier to get through all this if we have each other's shoulder to cry on at times. I think when two girls share the same problems it makes them real close because they can sympathize with each other's emotions and all. You see, I'm a philosopher and a sage!'
'Oh, Donna, you're a loony, you are!' laughed
Pamela. 'You're fun! But what you say is true, hon. Let's be real close.'
'Know anything about Avondale?' asked Donna.
'Heck no, do you?'
'Knew a chick that went there once. 'Bout three years ago. Told me that they put rings in you in several obvious places. Also whip you a lot.'
'You're putting me on!' said Pamela. 'You mean just like in the old-time training schools?'
'Yep. Well, Pam, girls are still girls. If they took it fifty years ago no reason why we can't. We're just as good as any fluff back then! Besides, six months here is sure better than three years in the can, no matter what they do to girls!'
'Well, you're right about that, Donna. Did your friend say it was awful?'
'Funny thing. She didn't seem to regret it at all.
Fact is, I got t,he impression that she… rather liked it. She was some chick when she got out.
Changed and all. Real sexy and sure of herself now.'
'She must have been kinky!' laughed Pamela.
'Not really.'
Pamela thought about that for a minute how the hell could a girl like rings and whips? Oh well It takes all kinds.
'Ever make it with a girl, Pam?'
'Geez, no! Are you that way?'
'No, but I've thought about it once or twice,' said Donna. 'Don't you know anything about girls' correction schools?'
'No, not a damn thing, Donna. You mean they have lesbian stuff going on there?'
Donna laughed. 'You're precious, Pam! Did' know there were any more left like you! 'Course they do. There's no boys you know, except once in a while they make you put out to a boy.s' school inmates. It's just girls all the rest of the time.
Didn't you see how that Jan looked at us? Didn't she feel up your tits in front of your mom?'
'Well… yes,' said Pamela blushing. 'You mean we have to go down on her?'
'My friend said that we have to satisfy our mistress just all the time. Not only that, but we room- mates sleep together, too! Well, anyway, Jan's cute. Guess all the mistresses are cool chicks out there.'
'Geez, Donna. Sounds like that doesn't bother you at all.'
'No big deal. Chicks make it together all t,he time these days in London. Hell, since Rue found a girlfriend! '
Pamela laughed. 'Donna, I'm glad I was thrown in with you. You make everything sound so… acceptable and easy. I'll get through this with you around!'
'Eating pussy must be fun,' laughed Donna.
My friend just can't get enough these days.Avondale really changed her.'
'Well,yours doesn't look too bad at all,' laughed Pamela.
'How do you know, Pam?'
''Well, baby,' giggled Pamela, 'girls' under-pants are nylon you know and one can see right through 'em. Where do you think your legs are?'
' 'Whoops, forgot,' said Donna. 'Oh well, we're both girls and we sure know how a girl is designed!How's the
