Amazon Slave (15 page)

‘You want us to marry?’ Roderick sounded bewildered. ‘But we’re practically brother and sister,’ he reminded her. ‘We couldn’t seriously think of marriage.’

She laughed and moved her mouth over the end of his cock. After tonguing the tip of his shaft, she said, ‘We’re not so much like brother and sister that you’ll stop me from doing this.’ She moved her mouth away from his cock, waiting for the urgency of his arousal to answer her question. She did not doubt it would work in her favour. ‘I thought you were serious about us, Roderick,’ she whispered.

‘I am,’ he insisted.

She made a small, scornful sound. ‘Serious, but without commitment,’ she observed. ‘How delightfully nineties.’

Tied to the bed, unable to see and with limited movement available to him, Roderick struggled to protest. ‘I am serious,’ he assured her. ‘I was just saying, what will people think?’

‘Don’t you love me, Roderick?’ Her voice may have sounded frail and vulnerable, but there was nothing humble about the rest of her demeanour. ‘Is that what’s wrong? Don’t you love me?’

‘Of course I love you,’ Roderick said quickly.

As he lay beneath her scornful expression, Judy doubted he had even considered the issue until this moment. ‘Then why don’t you want to marry me?’ she demanded.

‘We can marry,’ Roderick said quickly. ‘If you want us to get married, then we can marry, OK?’

Judy began to play with his cock again, easing the rock hard flesh forcefully between her fingers. ‘OK darling,’ she agreed simply. ‘But only if it’s what you want.’

Roderick allowed her to play with his cock. ‘It’s what I want,’ he assured her. ‘Really, it’s just what I want.’

As she wanked him, Judy grinned triumphantly.

*   *   *

Bound hand and foot, her body tingling with the constant whirr of the vibrators, Emily completed her tour of the main deck without stumbling. Her hands ached from being used like feet. Her feet ached from the awkward position they had been forced into. The only sensation she could feel springing from her nipples was the distant feeling of despair they emitted between flaming bolts of delight. Panting like a dog, she glanced shyly up at Laura, wondering if the woman approved of the way she had walked.

Laura collapsed on to a heavily padded sunlounger. She snapped her fingers and Emily manoeuvred herself quickly to the woman’s side. ‘You did that well,’ Laura said, holding Emily’s chin with her hand. ‘It took some time, but I think you’re finally learning.’

Emily nodded, no longer troubling herself with thoughts of defiance. She watched as Laura spread her legs on the sunlounger, revealing her naked body beneath the silk kimono. Her large breasts rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing.

Emily glanced hesitantly at the woman’s nipples. They were large and erect, slightly darker than the rose-tinted flesh of her broad areolae. Her gaze swept downwards and she found herself staring at the fluffy bush of blonde pubic curls that covered Laura’s sex. She was sitting so that the lips of her labia could not be seen, but Emily suspected they were already moist with arousal.

Laura pulled her chin sharply, forcing Emily to stare into her eyes.

‘Look at me while I’m speaking to you,’ she commanded. ‘Not my body.’

Emily nodded, lowering her eyelids by way of apology.

Laura’s smile was predatory. ‘You liked what you saw?’ Without waiting for a reply she said, ‘That’s good. You’ll enjoy it all the more.’ Laura lay back on the sunlounger and pulled Emily’s face towards her. Guiding Emily’s mouth towards her breasts, she whispered softly, ‘Please me, Emily. Please me.’

Emily pressed her tongue over Laura’s nipple and tongued it gently. She worked the tip over the huge nub, aware that the woman was murmuring soft words of approval. She traced her mouth over the pale pink flesh of Laura’s areolae, stimulating the skin effortlessly.

Laura sighed with delight and reached between Emily’s breasts. With an almost casual flick of her fingers, she unfastened the nipple clamps, dropping them to the floor.

Emily groaned with gratitude. The clamps had been giving her a wealth of pleasure, but they had also been damned uncomfortable. A wave of relief washed over her, as strong and powerful as any of the orgasms she had experienced. Feeling indebted towards the woman, Emily sucked harder on her breasts.

‘Vincent,’ Laura called calmly.

Emily sighed. She wondered if Laura was going to get the man to release her wrists and ankles. They were still held tightly by the chains and manacles making every movement a chore. She knew that to be released from the manacles would be as great a relief as having the nipple clamps removed.

‘I’d like a drink, Vincent,’ Laura said quietly.

Emily felt her hopes of release dashed. She stopped herself from thinking badly of the woman, determined instead to please her as she had demanded. She moved her head and began to suck at Laura’s other breast.

‘No,’ Laura said firmly. She placed her hand on Emily’s forehead and grabbed a handful of her hair. With a surprising show of strength, she pushed Emily’s mouth between her legs.

Emily inhaled the musky scent of Laura’s sex. She saw the woman shift position, raising her pussy lips so that Emily could tongue them. Hesitating, not sure what was expected of her, she slowly lowered her mouth on to the woman’s sex. Her nose moved softly through the pale hairs of her blonde pubic bush. Carefully, she guided her lower lip towards the wet lips of Laura’s pussy. As she had suspected, the woman was sodden with arousal. Her lips glistened with pussy honey.

Cautiously, Emily flicked her tongue against the wetness. Her mouth was enjoying the sweet juice of the woman’s desire, and she took a grim morsel of satisfaction from the taste. Emily knew that she had caused that arousal. The pussy honey she was gently licking had been inspired by her. With this thought paramount in her mind, she nuzzled against Laura’s sex and began to run her tongue greedily over the lips.

Laura moaned gently. She kept her hand on Emily’s head, reminding her of the inferior position she was relegated to. While Emily licked at the sweet, succulent cleft, Laura took her drink from Vincent and sipped it languidly.

‘You look divine there, honey.’ Captain Wilde called the words from his position behind the wheel.

Emily tried not stiffen at the sound of his voice, fearful there would be a penalty to pay. She continued to probe her tongue against the yielding flesh of Laura’s sex. Her cheeks and nostrils were coated with the heady scent of love juice, and she found it easy to forget everything else in the world except for the beautiful demanding mistress beneath her. The vibrators were still buzzing, held tightly inside by the rubber bodysuit. She found that just by thinking about them, she could enjoy the tingling delight of their movement. Not thinking about them, the pleasure was a distant joy, like the half-heard melody of a whispered refrain.

‘I feel divine,’ Laura called back to him. ‘Care to join us?’

As she heard the heavy fall of his footsteps on the deck, Emily realised the captain had not needed much in the way of encouragement. She heard him bark an instruction at Vincent, telling him to take over the wheel. Then she could feel his loathsome presence, nearer than she wanted him to be.

‘You’re far too soft with your slaves,’ he told his wife, a note of censure colouring his words. ‘You shouldn’t let them have the joy of tasting you,’ he said sternly. ‘They don’t appreciate the pleasure you’re allowing them.’

Emily stole a glance at her mistress.

Laura nodded agreement. ‘I can’t help myself,’ she said honestly. ‘I suppose I’m just one of those people who’s too generous for their own good.’ She smiled wryly at her husband, nodding casually down at the woman between her legs. ‘Mr Masters is going to love this one,’ she told him.

The captain smiled in reply. ‘I don’t just think John will like her,’ he said. ‘She could even tempt Al from his usual predilections.’

Laura grinned her agreement. ‘Just so long as they’re not too besotted to sign the contract.’

The captain kissed his wife passionately on the lips. His hand went to her breast and he stroked the orb lovingly. Moving his fingers gradually around the pale flesh, he ignored the nipple and areola, concentrating on the neglected expanse of sensitive skin.

Laura groaned excitedly and shivered. ‘How long is it since we enjoyed one another?’ she asked him.

Captain Wilde laughed. ‘It’s the best part of a day I’d wager,’ he told her. ‘Do you think we should start making amends?’

Laura giggled. ‘I think we’re long overdue,’ she told him. She moved position and pulled Emily so that she was lying beneath her. Placing a leg on either side of Emily’s head, Laura rocked her buttocks provocatively in front of the captain, encouraging him to enter her. ‘Carry on tonguing me, Emily,’ Laura instructed coolly.

As the captain plunged his cock into the woman, Emily did as she was told.

She pushed her tongue against the wet lips of Laura’s pussy, relishing the flavour of her arousal. As the captain plunged his stiff dick into his wife’s wet hole Emily could see his cock spreading the woman’s lips apart. Their bonding was only millimetres from her face and Emily shivered with excitement as she watched the scene. The captain used his wife roughly. His cock pounded hard inside her and he uttered low, guttural commands of approval as she forced her hips back against him.

Emily continued to lick, wetting the lips of Laura’s sex. The flat of her tongue occasionally brushed over the insistent force of his erection. Beneath the pair, as they fucked, Emily knew she was nothing more than a peripheral pleasure in the union, but even this thought excited her. She was bound like a slave, wearing the most ridiculous, uncomfortable costume ever designed, and her sole purpose was nothing more than a cursory titillation for the lovers above her. These were surely the lowest depths she could ever have sunk to, she thought. But as well as disgusting her, Emily felt excited by the depravity of the situation.

She kept her eyes wide open as the pair screwed. The sight of Captain Wilde’s cock was exciting enough, she realised. Watching it slide into the depths of a pussy only inches from her face was a pleasure she would never have imagined. Emily shivered and pressed her tongue firmly against him.

Captain Wilde groaned.

With her tongue on his cock, Emily could feel the orgasm welling inside him. She flicked her tongue gently across the stubble of hairs that covered his balls. It was a subtle stimulation and she did not mean to hasten his orgasm. Nevertheless, Emily could feel the explosion of his seed building in the tight sac.

‘Lick me, Emily. Lick me!’

Laura’s voice was a furious command and Emily dared not disobey her. She moved her mouth away from the captain and began to concentrate on the nub of pleasure that was Laura’s clitoris. She tapped the tip of her tongue against the hardened pearl of pleasure, determined to please the woman as much as she was able.

Laura groaned, a wealth of sensations building up inside her.

Emily continued to lick at Laura’s clitoris, her tongue occasionally catching the shaft of the captain’s mammoth girth. Both tastes were exciting and stimulating, thrilling her more than she would ever have admitted. The intimacy of sharing their sex was a pleasure Emily found intoxicating. Coupled with the servility of her position, it was a devastating combination.

When Captain Wilde finally came, Emily felt his cock pulse against Laura’s lips. Because she was stroking her tongue against those lips when it happened, she savoured the feeling of his climax, so close to her mouth and, at the same time, so far away. She shivered excitedly, relishing her own unexpected orgasm.

Delighted by the response, even if she did not approve of the subjugation, Emily pressed her tongue hard against Laura’s cleft. Her tongue brushed the lips of the woman’s sex, teasing folds of skin stretched tight to accommodate the captain’s impressive girth. Her efforts were rewarded by a squeal of delight from the woman above her.

Laura came noisily and copiously, making her pleasure known to everyone on board the
Amazon Maiden
. Screams of jubilant triumph wailed from her body. Her back arched and she shifted herself slightly away from Emily, before pressing the wanton lips of her sex back down against the slave.

Captain Wilde held her hips against his cock, determined to spend every last remaining drop of his seed deep inside his wife. Emily felt his cock pulse and twitch against her mouth. Her nostrils were filled with the sweet, salty fragrance of his climax.

Purposefully, she continued to lick at Laura’s pussy, aware that the woman had not told her to stop.

‘Enough,’ Laura gasped eventually, pushing Emily away. She moved forward and allowed the captain’s flaccid member to fall from the lips of her sex.

Emily felt his cock brush against her chin and saw him smiling darkly down at her. His attention did not bother her. She had already reached the depths of humiliation. She knew there was nothing else he could hold over her that would be worse than what she had endured since this morning.

‘Come along,’ Laura whispered, tugging Emily’s leash as she spoke. She kissed her husband indulgently on the lips and thanked him for making love to her. Speaking to Emily, she said, ‘You’d better follow me; I’m going to have a shower and I’ll need you to clean me up.’

Reluctantly, Emily followed.

*   *   *

‘Enoba?’ Roderick asked. ‘Where the hell is that?’

Judy groaned.

She knew it had been a mistake to take one last trip to the riverside, but Roderick had insisted. Because she felt confident she had seen the last of Emily, Judy had relented. She had left him tied up for two hours and then tormented him cruelly for her own satisfaction. If she wanted him to keep his promise of marriage, it was only right to let him have his own way occasionally, she told herself.

Besides, she thought practically, even if Emily had been left behind, she probably wouldn’t be waiting around the riverside to see if anyone came along to help her. A long time had elapsed since the boat’s departure. Glancing at her watch she realised it was close to a full two hours.