Amazon Slave (14 page)

Because she felt uncomfortable with their scrutiny, Emily looked away.

She saw Vincent standing at the wheel, guiding the ship through the clear waters ahead of them. His gaze flicked over her rubber-clad body and an appreciative smile twisted his lips. But he was as well trained as Dawn. Without needing to be told, he fixed his concentration back on the boat’s controls.

‘Say hello to your new mistress,’ Captain Wilde instructed Emily.

She stared at Laura, not daring to allow any expression on her face. ‘Hello, Mistress,’ she said flatly. She had not known she was to become Laura’s property for the week, but she accepted the news with a note of gratitude. At least she would not have to submit herself to Captain Wilde again, she thought, enjoying a moment’s mental relief. The optimistic notion was quelled by the realisation that Laura could command such a thing whenever she chose.

Laura smiled. ‘You are good at breaking them,’ she observed.

Captain Wilde grinned. ‘I haven’t broken this one,’ he told his wife. ‘She’d happily tie me to the mast and whip the skin from my arse given half the chance. She’s just acting broken for as long as it suits her needs.’ He stared at Emily, daring her to refute his words.

‘Is that true?’ Laura asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Emily replied quietly. ‘When I’ve pictured the captain tied to the mast, he hasn’t had his back to me.’

There was a deathly silence in the pilothouse. The couple stared solemnly at her, taking in the full meaning of her words.

Captain Wilde broke the silence with a huge, hearty guffaw. ‘That’s rich, that is,’ he chuckled.

Laura joined him, but the laughter on her lips and in her voice never reached her eyes. She stared warily at Emily. ‘I see you’re wearing the orgasm suit,’ she observed. ‘Unfasten the belt.’

It was a command, not a request or suggestion, and Emily complied at once. She allowed the front flap to fall down, exposing her thatch of dark pubic hair.

Laura nodded her approval. ‘Now turn around and bend over. Your outfit is missing a couple of accessories.’

Staring directly ahead of herself, Emily had no idea what the woman meant. She considered herself to be beyond caring. Her interest only returned when she felt the cool tip of a vibrator nuzzling at the lips of her pussy. The tip was slick with lubricating jelly, and it slid easily inside her. Emily believed it would have entered quickly anyway. Having Dawn massage a shine into the rubber suit had been stimulating enough to inspire hot wet arousal between her legs.

‘Good,’ Laura complimented her. ‘And now for this one.’

Before Emily could raise a word of protest, she felt a second vibrator press against her arsehole. Like the first one, this too was coated with a cool, slick lubricant. Emily felt it slide easily inside her. The sensation of fullness between her legs was overwhelming. She suppressed a tremor of excitement that threatened to reveal her arousal.

Laura reached between Emily’s legs and quickly pulled up the base panel of the orgasm suit. She fastened the waistband and then knelt down to inspect the gusset. Without having to see for herself, Emily knew that the speed controls for the two vibrators were protruding through the metal-ringed holes at her crotch. She stood motionless as Laura twisted first one, then the other.

Emily felt both vibrators begin to buzz merrily. A tingle of excitement began to well deep within her. She swallowed nervously, amazed by the powerful stimulation that screamed between her legs. Her breath was a ragged pant and her chest was heaving furiously in the tight confines of the rubber body.

‘Enjoying that?’ Laura asked.

Not trusting herself to speak, Emily nodded dully. She could feel herself close to climax and the intensity was so strong she dared not move for fear of bursting with pleasure.

‘Hold your chest out,’ Laura commanded. She reached on to the console and picked up two small items that Emily recognised instantly. Holding them by the fine-linked chain, Laura moved closer to Emily and dangled the nipple clamps in front of her face. ‘Do you know what these are?’

Emily nodded, still not daring to speak. She pushed her chest forward and watched as Laura placed them first on her left nipple, then her right.

The pain was exquisite, a stark contrast to the tingling merriment that exploded in the depths of her hot wet channels. The cruel bite of the clamps coloured her pleasure with a delicious, dark urgency. Her breath had been short before. Now her lungs convulsed in short, erratic spasms. She tried valiantly to appear nonchalant and unperturbed by the stimulation, but her acting was not fooling anyone.

Laura smiled and turned to her husband. ‘And you say that she’s all mine?’

He nodded grandly. ‘To do with as you wish.’

Laura grinned and reached back to the console again. Instructing Emily to go on to the deck, she followed her closely. There was a dark malevolence in her smile that Emily had not noticed during her first days on the
Amazon Maiden
. It was an unsettling sight.

For Emily, every step was a revelation of new kinds of pleasure. The vibrators continued to whirr, jostling slightly with each movement of her legs. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. The wealth of pleasure that coursed through her was so severe she began to shake.

‘Down on all fours,’ Laura instructed coldly.

On the deck, Emily went down on to her hands and knees. The explosion of joy inside her body was not enough to stop her from feeling stupid and conspicuous. She felt even more ridiculous when Laura fastened the strap of leather around her neck. It was an oversized dog’s collar, loose fitting and decorated with long metal spikes. Emily felt foolish wearing it. Her cheeks burnt bright red with shame when the woman attached a leash to it. Instead of thinking about her situation, Emily tried to concentrate on doing exactly as Laura told her. It was easier that way.

‘Captain,’ Laura called. ‘Could you bring me the chains?’

Emily saw the man come swiftly when the woman spoke. She shivered with anger, unhappy that he had to be a part of this humiliation. Hadn’t she already endured enough shame and embarrassment at his hands?

Without needing to be instructed, the captain fastened manacles to her wrists and ankles, securing them tightly. Her wrists were joined by a sturdy length of heavy link chain. When she glanced between her legs, she saw that her ankles were fastened in the same way. She guessed there was about a foot of chain between the manacles and not much more between her feet. Movement, she realised, was going to be virtually impossible.

Laura thanked her husband and Emily watched the man walk away. Before she had a chance to enjoy the relief of his leaving, Laura tugged the leash sharply. She had started to move along the deck and was pulling Emily along with her. ‘Come along,’ she said. ‘It’s time for a little walkies.’

Feeling more absurd than ever, Emily followed the woman artlessly around the deck. It would have been awkward enough without the vibrators droning purposefully inside her. The delightful thrills they were producing were now so constant she had almost forgotten them.

The tilt and roll of the boat was more noticeable on the main deck. Each pitch and sway seemed to take the deck from beneath her hands and feet. Unable to move properly because of the chains, Emily struggled to maintain her balance as she tried to keep up with Laura’s brisk pace. She honestly believed she could have managed it without incident, but with Laura tugging at the leash she repeatedly lost her footing and twice fell heavily to the deck.

Laura remained indifferent, tugging harder at the collar whenever Emily tripped.

By the time they got back to the pilothouse, Emily was feeling bruised, breathless and resentful. She glared sullenly at Laura’s knees, the only part of the woman’s body she could see without straining her neck.

‘That was pathetic,’ Laura said sternly. She snapped her fingers towards the captain and Emily saw his feet come into view. ‘Thank you, Captain,’ Laura said softly.

Emily did not see what was happening, but she knew Laura had taken something from the man. She felt the urge to spit on his shoes and stopped herself, knowing she was in no position to show defiance. Her hatred was more intense than the pleasure thrilling her body, and she welcomed the black emotions.

A welt of pain exploded against her buttocks. She raised her head and moaned loudly. The movement caused the chain on her nipple clamps to sway and she was treated to a second bolt of punishment, emanating from her breasts. Her moan tapered off before it could become a scream.

Laura raised the cat-o’-nine-tails high in the air, then brought it down sharply against Emily’s arse again. The many tips of the cruel leather whip bit hard against the taut flesh of her backside.

‘That was the slowest, most pitiful trip I’ve ever taken around the boat,’ Laura spat. She brought the whip down a third time.

Emily stayed rigid beneath the blow, unwilling to suffer the pain of having the nipple clamps move again. If her cheeks had been burning before she realised that they now must have been aflame. The depth of her humiliation was greater than anything she could have imagined. In Port Maga, while she was licking the captain’s fingers clean, she had thought things could not get worse. Standing on all fours, chained, dressed in rubber and having her arse whipped, Emily could have looked back on the moment fondly.

‘You are going to walk around the deck with me for the next hour until you get it right,’ Laura told her crisply. She lashed the whip across Emily’s arse indiscriminately, reddening the bare cheeks with the cat’s tails.

Emily swallowed, almost choking on the words. ‘Yes, Laura,’ she whispered.

Laura delivered one last stinging blow to the cleft between Emily’s legs. The tips of the whip pushed hard against the buzzing vibrators. Unable to stop herself, Emily flinched away from the impact and felt her nipples stinging painfully as the chain on the clamps began to swing again.

‘Come on,’ Laura said crisply. She was pulling the dog leash again, leading Emily on another tour of the deck. ‘When we get back to the pilothouse, I’ll let you suck the heel of my shoes,’ she said generously.

Trying fervently not to stumble, Emily followed in silence. She did not trust herself to answer Laura at the moment. All the words that came to her were the sort that would incur punishment.

‘That’s the way,’ Laura encouraged blithely. ‘You’ll be fully trained before we reach Enoba.’ She giggled and added, ‘Either that, or you’ll be black and blue.’

Emily glowered at the woman’s ankles as she hurried along behind her. She did not know where Enoba was, and she did not really care. She had to endure this punishment for another seven days. After that she would find a way of turning the tables and making both Laura and the captain pay. The thought of vengeance was a small consolation, but she clung to it desperately.

As she moved, the pleasure between her legs became a maelstrom. Even her clamped nipples began to emit a dull pulse of delightful sensations. Lost in her own black world of bitter retributions, Emily barely noticed the pleasure. Roderick and Judy had deserted her, twice, she realised angrily. The captain and Laura were already abusing her more than she could tolerate. All that she had left was the hope of revenge.

*   *   *

Judy stared down at her prisoner, admiring the sight. Roderick’s chin and lower jaw were glistening with a wet coating of her pussy juice and his own come. His tongue continued to work at the slick heat of her moist interior; she shivered, thrilled by the pleasure he was delivering to her pussy. She pushed herself harder on to him, forcing him to lick every last droplet of sex cream from the lips of her labia.

Happily, Roderick complied.

The man was so malleable Judy could have enjoyed another orgasm thinking about how her future with him could unfold. He would willingly do everything she said, obey her every command. It was the way a man should be, she thought, grinning.

Roderick made a small appreciative sound as he stroked his tongue along her pussy lips.

Now is the time for the master stroke, Judy thought carefully. She slipped her sodden cleft away from him, sliding from the bed, and placing her mouth next to his ear. She could smell the scent of her own juices on his breath and found the aroma invigorating. Her fingers reached down towards his cock and she teased it idly with her fingers.

‘Are you happy, Roddy,’ she asked quietly.

He groaned. The broad smile on his lips should have been a sufficient response, but she wanted to hear him say it. ‘I’m happy,’ he told her; there was a blissful contentment tainting his words. ‘Very happy,’ he assured her.

She rolled his cock between her fingers, watching it stiffen slowly and assuredly. He was still blindfold and unable to see the disparaging smile that graced her lips.

‘How happy?’

He seemed to consider this for a moment.

‘I’m happier since we lost Emily,’ Judy explained as she waited for his response. ‘Things have been better since she disappeared, haven’t they?’ She began to use more force on his erection, pulling it hard with her wet fingers.

Roderick moaned happily beneath her. ‘I’d still like to find her,’ he said carefully.

‘Of course,’ Judy agreed quickly. ‘It would be barbaric to leave her to fend for herself. But even if we did find her, things are different now, aren’t they?’

He chuckled in agreement, content to lay there as she wanked his cock and whispered softly in his ear. ‘Of course things are different,’ he assured her. ‘After all, she was the one who told me to fuck off. The relationship between Emily and I ended when she did that.’

Judy smiled at his face. She could feel his climax building, and she wondered how desperately he wanted to come. Tugging faster at his cock, she asked, ‘Why don’t you and I get married?’ After she’d asked the question, she stopped her fingers working on his length.

Roderick stayed still for a moment.

Judy wondered if he was considering the question or waiting for her to continue wanking him. She knew that he would realise the two things were inextricably linked. She kept her hand still against the base of his cock, waiting for his response.