Amazon Slave (13 page)

‘Kiss me here,’ he told her flatly.

Emily paused for a moment, despising herself and the quickening tempo of desire that pulsed inside her. She moved her mouth towards him and prepared to kiss his cock.

He was as big as she had expected him to be, at least the same length as Vincent had been, but with a thick girth that made his cock twice the size of the blond man’s. Judging by the way his shaft hung downwards, Emily guessed he was not fully erect and she shivered, wondering how much bigger it could get. She placed a gentle kiss on the end of his shaft.

‘Kiss it more,’ he told her sharply.

Emily did. She pressed her full, sensuous lips against the shaft of his cock, delivering soft pecks to the entire length. As she moved her mouth over him, she inhaled the subtle sweet fragrance of his arousal. His huge cock began to harden forcefully beneath her touch.

‘Now suck it,’ he told her sternly.

Emily groaned inside. She could feel her nipples pressing hard against the short summer dress she wore. Between her legs, the lips of her sex were moist with hateful excitement. Not daring to give the action any thought, she placed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked. Her tongue traced against the tip of his swollen purple end and she felt his length stiffening.

‘That’s good,’ he murmured appreciatively. ‘That’s very good.’

Encouraged by his approval, Emily continued to work her mouth on his length. Slowly, she eased the cock in and out. Her lips pressed hungrily around his shaft, wetting the entire length. She moved slightly away and showered the tip of his cock with tiny, appreciative kisses. She continued to kiss the underside of his shaft, moving her mouth lower until her nose was nuzzling at his tight sac. After flicking the tip of her tongue softly against each of his balls, she opened her sensuous lips wider. Stroking his balls with her fingers, she moved her mouth back to the tip and began to taste him again.

The hateful wetness of her arousal was slowly building up between her legs. It was sickening to think she could get enjoyment from submitting to this man, but she could not deny the fact of her own mounting excitement.

The captain placed his hands on her head and pulled her fully on to his length. He was so large she had to stretch the lips of her mouth wide to accommodate him. He pressed his cock fully into her, the swollen end pressing against the back of her throat.

‘Swallow,’ he barked. His voice was a low guttural command, excitement colouring his gruff tone.

Emily did as she was asked, excitement building inside her. She pushed herself on to his length and allowed the tip of his cock to slide down the back of her throat. It was an act she had never performed before, and she was simultaneously repulsed and aroused. The pressure of his cock was enough to make her gag. She could feel an impending explosion welling in the thickening shaft of his cock, and her pussy muscles began to clench hungrily with anticipation.

Despite the submissive situation, or more likely because of it, she thought glumly, Emily realised her own orgasm was disturbingly close. As she knelt on the jetty, sucking the captain’s cock, she forgot her loathing and hatred. It did not matter how much she despised him, or the position he had put her in. She was enjoying it. In the instant of her climax, that thought was all that mattered to Emily.

She felt his seed shoot inside her mouth.

His cock pulsed furiously as he climaxed, and he released a soft groan of delight. His hands held her head tightly, keeping her in position until he was fully spent.

‘That’s it,’ he told her. ‘I don’t want you to spill a single drop.’

Emily swallowed his come greedily. The salty taste was cloying and overpowering, but as the waves of her own pleasure washed over her she did not care. She sucked him eagerly, determined to take every last drop of semen from his huge length.

‘Enough,’ he said, pushing her head away. ‘Turn around and bend over.’

Emily did as he commanded, wiping the last trace of his seed from her lips. She had no idea what he wanted from her now and she did not care. She had already submitted herself to him. He could not make her feel any worse than she already felt.

With her back to him, she felt the captain raise the hem of her dress.

‘Nice arse,’ he murmured quietly.

She shivered.

His fingers went to the panties she wore and she felt him trace a line along the length of her labia. The lips responded eagerly to his touch and she trembled with a mixture of excitement and disgust. When he pulled the panties to one side, a cool morning breeze touched the heated flesh of her sex.

Emily sighed quietly.

She felt his finger touch the rim of her arsehole and almost squealed. She did not want to endure this sort of intimacy. This went beyond anything she had been prepared for when she consented to do his bidding. Poignantly aware of her situation, Emily dared not stop him. Unhappily, she braced herself for his finger’s intrusion.

Determined to do whatever he wanted, she stayed still and allowed him to probe the tightly puckered hole.

He pushed two fingers rudely inside her. One slid easily between the lips of her labia, pushing effortlessly into the excited, sodden warmth of her pussy. The other entered the forbidden darkness of her anus.

Her inner muscles clamped greedily around his fingers, and she groaned with a fury of elation.

He held his fingers inside her for a moment longer, moving them gently against the dark, eager flesh within.

Emily felt another orgasm sweep through her. Electric explosions of delight racked her body. She held herself still, fearful of the captain’s retribution if she dared to move. A low grateful cry fell from her lips and she heard herself sobbing words of gratitude to him.

‘Stand up,’ he barked, sliding his fingers out.

Emily did, allowing her dress to fall casually into place. She stared into his face, not surprised to see the lecherous grin on his lips. He was holding two fingers towards her and she knew instinctively that they were the ones he had used inside her.

‘One last thing,’ he told her. ‘And then you may be my slave aboard the
Amazon Maiden
.’

Emily closed her eyes. ‘Haven’t I done enough?’ she wanted to ask. She did not dare give voice to the question.

‘Lick my fingers clean,’ he said. ‘Then you may board.’

Knowing she had no other choice, Emily moved her mouth over his extended fingers and began to lick her own juices from his hand. The taste of her pussy honey was florid and sweet, enough to inspire the memory of her earlier excitement. She licked every last drop of the juice from his hand, almost enjoying the submissiveness.

‘And the other one,’ he said crisply.

Emily stared at the finger, knowing where it had been and unwilling to have it against her lips. She dared to stare into his face, trying to gauge how serious he was with this request.

‘Lick it clean, or I leave you here,’ he said firmly.

Emily moved her mouth over the finger and began to lick the sour sweet taste of her arse from his finger. As before, when she had first pressed her mouth against his cock, she felt repulsed by the arousal that the taste inspired. Knowing that she had no other choice, and aware of what she had done to get this far, Emily licked his finger clean.

Her face burnt crimson with shame and she shivered, cold with self-loathing. The hateful throb of her arousal only seemed to intensify. She gave in to the pulse of her own desire as she traced her tongue along his hand. Even when she had finished licking the last remnants of her warmth from his hand, she continued to tongue his fingers, waiting for him to tell her to stop.

‘Very good,’ he said, removing his hand. His smile was broad and welcoming. ‘Come on board,’ he told her. ‘You’re one of the crew now.’

Emily shuddered and fell into step behind him. The enormity of what she was about to endure was so great she dared not even think about it. As she climbed aboard the
Amazon Maiden
, Emily shivered beneath the heat of the tropical sun.

Judy stepped into the hotel room and closed the door softly behind her. She could hear Roderick thrashing on the bed before she saw him. Checking her watch, she realised he had been tied there for two hours. She smiled as she thought of his predicament, then chastised herself for being so wicked. After driving out of Port Maga she had waited for a while, studying the breathtaking beauty of the plains and smoking a couple of Emily’s cigarettes. She knew there would be no need to wait for too long, and she had driven back to the port within half an hour.

The hotel manager had seemed surprised to see her, but she had fielded his questions easily. He sympathised with her plight when she explained about ‘the mad woman, chasing her around the country’, and assured Judy that the woman would not be allowed back in his hotel.

Glancing at Roderick, Judy saw he had lost his erection. He had managed to spit the knickers from his mouth and he was pulling furiously at the bindings on his arms. Her grin broadened. The blindfold was still in place and her entry had been so discreet he was oblivious to her presence.

She moved close to the bed and knelt down beside him.

‘Who’s that?’ Roderick asked sharply.

She grinned and stayed silent. With the nails of one hand, she drew her fingers along his chest. It was a harsh gesture and she saw red lines appear in the wake of her fingers as she scratched.

Roderick gasped with surprise. ‘Judy? Is that you?’

Judy stayed silent. She took hold of his cock and squeezed it tightly between her fingers. It hardened eagerly beneath her touch. Tugging it softly to and fro, she teased his length to full erection.

‘I haven’t been enjoying this,’ he told her. There was more than a note of firmness in his words. He sounded bloody angry. ‘You can stop doing that now, because I’m not happy with you.’

Judy placed her mouth over his cock and sucked him gently.

Roderick drew in a breath of delighted air. It seemed as though his annoyance was instantly forgotten. He tried to sit up on the bed, but the bindings held him tight.

Judy stepped out of her clothes and joined him on the bed. She sat down with her arse above his face and pushed her pussy on to his mouth. Without a moments hesitation, he slid his tongue against her pussy lips. Judy forced her sex against him, encouraging Roderick to push further inside.

He forced the entire length of his tongue into her, almost drowning with the heady scent of her musk. The lips of her labia were already moist with excitement, and he licked her clean as she pushed against his face. The tender folds of her pussy’s lips opened eagerly for him. Working lovingly on the flesh of her sex, he pushed the tip of his tongue hard against her clitoris. Roderick’s arousal was so intense that his cock stood hard and proud.

Judy sensed his excitement and knew she was only part of the cause. A big part of his arousal was due to her silence. She knew he was savouring the erotic image of being fucked by a stranger. His father had confessed to the same powerful fantasy after one of their lengthier bondage sessions, and Judy could see that Roderick was a lot like the old man. It was a ludicrous notion, she thought, but it was obviously exciting him tremendously.

Judy stifled a gasp of pleasure as she rubbed herself against his face. She had not expected Roderick to show such potential when it came to cunnilingus. His tongue licked softly against the wetness of her pussy lips. She felt the flesh of her sex being teased slowly to a state of delicious arousal. His saliva moistened and warmed her sensitive lips. If she had known he had so much talent, she would have tied him to a bed in the first village they arrived at and kept him there. Breathing deeply, she rode herself over his face, forcing him to lap at her lips, hole and clitoris, as and when she saw fit.

Beneath her, Roderick moaned.

Judy suppressed her own sighs of enjoyment, not wanting to give her identity away just yet. She knew he would be fantasising about someone else riding his face, and she did not want to spoil the illusion just yet.

His cock twitched eagerly against his belly and she grabbed it with both hands. Squeezing cruelly, she pushed the foreskin down and held his dick tightly at the base. With the swollen end of his penis exposed, she teased her wet tongue over the rounded end.

Roderick’s cries of delight were muted by the pressure of her hot cleft on his mouth.

Judy smiled to herself, placing her lips over his erection. She allowed her tongue to trace the rim of his cock’s head, teasing the hypersensitive tag of skin above his glans. His balls were tight and hard. He was so desperate to come she could almost see the throbbing, urgent pulse of his sac.

Judy pushed her pussy forcefully over his face. She felt his tongue slide inside her and she squealed with delight. Her orgasm was a liberating eruption of joy. Tremors of delight shook her body and she bucked her hips furiously backwards and forwards. The sodden lips of her sex moved briskly over his nose and mouth, coating his face with the dewy wetness of her climax.

When Roderick began to gasp for breath, Judy finally relented. She moved her pussy away from his face and guided the wet lips of her labia over his cock. As she straddled him, she kept her hand at the base of his length, holding his foreskin tight. Sliding slowly up and down his shaft, she watched his lips contort into a grimace of pleasure. His face was still coated with the sweet dew of her pussy honey and she moved her mouth towards him. She had always enjoyed the taste of her own juice, and there was something exciting about licking it from Roderick’s face. When she had cleaned the last remnants from his face, she kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth fully.

Between her legs, she felt his cock tremble and knew he was ready to ejaculate. How he had managed to stave off his climax for so long was a mystery to her. She squeezed her fingers harder into the base of his shaft, wondering if it was possible to delay his climax by not letting the semen shoot from his body. She took his cock from between her pussy lips and rolled the swollen end against the sticky wet lips of her labia.

Roderick’s cry was a dark grunt of elation. His cock pulsed furiously in her hand; Judy felt globules of his seed spray against her lips and thighs. She cursed softly, tugging the last droplets of come from his body. She could feel the sticky fluid clinging to her flesh, and without looking, she knew her pussy lips would be streaked with smears of his thick, white semen. When he was finished, she moved slowly up the bed and lowered her come-spattered pussy over his mouth.

Staring down at him, Judy smiled and watched as Roderick’s eager tongue began to lick her clean.

*   *   *

Emily stood naked in the captain’s cabin, wondering exactly what was going to happen next. ‘I can endure a week of whatever he’s going to throw at me,’ she told herself. ‘I know I can,’ she insisted. After all, it was only a week. But despite her strong will and determined resolution, Emily wondered if she was being overly optimistic.

‘Until you’re fully trained,’ Captain Wilde told her, ‘you can wear this.’ He threw what looked like a sheet of rubber at her.

Emily snatched it from the air, fearful of the retribution she would incur if she dropped it. She puzzled over what the thing was for a moment before realising it had holes for her arms and legs, amongst other things.

‘Dawn will help you into it,’ Captain Wilde told her. ‘And then you can report to the pilothouse for duties.’ He considered her slowly, contempt apparent in his eyes. ‘Unlike Dawn and Vincent, you seem completely useless. Therefore you’ll be dealing with the majority of menial tasks on board the boat.’

They stood in silence for a moment. If Emily had not felt so drained and defeated she knew the air would have been hostile and combative.

‘As a slave,’ Captain Wilde said tersely, ‘you are supposed to thank me for the garment and the instructions.’

Emily stared sullenly at him. ‘Thank you, Captain Wilde,’ she said quietly.

He was still staring at her, his anger rising, and Emily wished she knew what he wanted from her. ‘You’re dismissed,’ he said tiredly. ‘I’ll see you in the pilothouse in thirty minutes.’

Emily nodded and left the room. Thirty minutes seemed like a long time, she thought. All she had to do was put on the stupid rubber outfit he had given her and then report to the pilothouse. Normally, she was used to changing entire outfits in less than ten minutes, and that included having a shower as well. It occurred to her that the life of a slave on board the
Amazon Maiden
might not be as bad as she had been anticipating. When she entered the cabin used by Dawn and Vincent, Emily realised how mistaken she had been about the garment.

‘The orgasm suit!’ Dawn moaned when Emily showed it to her.

Emily shrugged. ‘It’s not what I would have called it,’ she said.

Dawn tossed her a bottle of baby oil and told Emily to rub her body with it.

‘What on earth for?’

Dawn grinned sourly. ‘You’ll see,’ she said, bitter experience making her words heavy. ‘You’ll see.’

Emily did see. Even with Dawn’s help, it took a good ten minutes of struggling, grunting and groaning to get the outfit on. The rubber was designed to cling as tight as her real flesh. In spite of its natural elasticity, it was so small it was almost impossible to get on. She pushed her head through the neck-piece and then had to struggle to get her arms through the holes where the sleeves should have been. She managed it, but it took a lot of hard work and half the bottle of baby oil.

Emily arranged her breasts inside the top, aware that her nipples were meant to jut through the holes on the front. She pushed them out, surprised to see that they were standing erect.

‘Now what?’ Emily asked.

Dawn was behind her, and she helped Emily to finish dressing. Hanging from the back of the body suit was a flat black triangle of rubber, edged with a belt and decorated by two metal-ringed holes. When Dawn pulled it between Emily’s legs, the brunette saw this was the completed outfit. The belt tied snugly around her waist and the metal rings sat uncomfortably over her pussy and her anus. She glanced in Dawn’s mirror and could not stop herself smiling at the reflection. The outfit accentuated the perfect contours of her body. The full swell of her breast was confined tightly inside the black, clinging outfit. Her slenderness was more evident than ever before, and the high cut of the leg-line emphasised the natural athletic beauty of her long, powerful legs. Stepping into a pair of black heels, she studied her mirror image again and grinned at it.

‘It never looked that good on me,’ Dawn said, sounding mildly upset.

Emily grunted laughter. ‘It doesn’t look that good on me,’ she replied. ‘I look like an inner tube.’ Pressing her fingers against the protruding nipples, she amended herself. ‘Actually, I look like a burst inner tube. I thought rubber was meant to be shiny?’

Dawn sighed heavily. ‘Again, that’s where I come in,’ she said. She reached for the bottle of baby oil and poured it over the shoulders of Emily’s rubber suit. Using a cloth, she began to massage the liquid into the clinging fabric.

Emily tried to remain indifferent beneath Dawn’s touch, but it was difficult. The woman continually brushed her cloth over the rubber, stimulating the flesh beneath with such a casual air that Emily found the sensation debilitating. It would not have been so bad, Emily thought, if her nipples had not been exposed. As Dawn worked up a shine on the rubber, her cloth repeatedly caught the tender nubs. Emily could feel them tingling with anticipation before Dawn moved to her back. Even then, the constant rubbing and polishing was like an erotic massage.

Afterwards, she had to concede that all Dawn’s efforts were worth it. She had admired the look of the rubber suit before. Now that it was polished, her body glistened with its shiny new black skin. Ripples of light caught her breasts and hips, shining silver in the bright light of the cabin.

‘Not bad,’ Emily said reflectively. She turned around and saw that the cheeks of her arse were partially covered by rubber. Her black coated buttocks glistened as provocatively as the rest of her body.

‘And with time to spare,’ she said, noting there were still two minutes before she was due in the pilothouse.

Dawn studied her critically. ‘You’ll do,’ she said eventually. She smiled when she saw the frown on Emily’s face. ‘Actually, you look stunning,’ she said. ‘But if I haven’t done my part properly, Captain Wilde will punish me.’

Emily nodded. She moved towards Dawn and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her fingers fell naturally to the swell of Dawn’s breast and she rubbed her thumb over the urgent thrust of the woman’s nipple. Pressing hard against the thin fabric of her top, the hard nub of flesh stiffened to her touch.

Dawn pulled away, a shocked expression straining her features. ‘No,’ she hissed quietly. She almost slapped Emily’s hand from her breast. ‘No!’

Emily stared at her, hurt and confused. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked. ‘The other night, I thought we…’ Her voice tailed off.

Dawn was shaking her head, a look of abject refusal on her face. ‘You’re a slave now,’ she reminded Emily. ‘You’re one of us; and slaves are not allowed to fraternise with other slaves. Not unless the captain or Laura expressly commands it.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Emily said, embarrassed and feeling a little ashamed of herself. She had not intended to fraternise with Dawn. She had only wanted to say thank you for the help the woman had given. ‘I didn’t mean to compromise you,’ she explained.

Not trusting herself to say anything else, Emily rushed from the cabin and went quickly to the pilothouse.

*   *   *

‘Here she is,’ Captain Wilde proclaimed as Emily climbed the stairs. ‘Our newest slave, honey, and she’s all yours.’

Laura turned a scathing eye on her husband. ‘Fed up with her already, Captain?’

He laughed indulgently.

Emily blinked against the brilliant daylight, unaware that it had been so dark below deck. Captain Wilde and Laura stood together at the pilothouse’s main console. They had their arms draped lovingly around one another. He was adorned in his familiar uniform of black shorts and matching deck shoes. Laura was wearing a silk kimono and Emily suspected that beneath it she was naked. The pair were smiling at her with blatant longing.