Amazon Slave (16 page)

All her rationalisations and hopes vanished when they reached the docking clerk’s office. The clerk was no longer the pleasant grinning local she had spoken with earlier. He had been replaced by a rugged looking American youth who answered Roderick’s questions easily.

Judy could have slapped him.

‘Eighty miles down the river,’ the clerk explained. ‘It’s about three quarters of the way between here and Havalaña,’ he added. ‘You know, the big city for these parts.’

‘We know where Havalaña is,’ Judy told him through gritted teeth.

‘Did you see a young woman on board?’ Roderick asked. ‘Dark hair, long legs and…’ He stopped, aware that the American was shaking his head.

‘I didn’t even see the boat.’

Roderick turned to Judy. ‘We have to go to Enoba,’ he said firmly.

‘It’s pointless,’ Judy sighed. ‘We don’t even know if she was on board that bloody boat.’

Roderick turned to the American. ‘We lost a friend of ours a couple of days ago,’ he explained. ‘We think she’s on board the
Amazon Maiden
.’

The American shrugged. ‘You’d better hope she is,’ he drawled calmly. ‘The natives around here aren’t known for their hospitality.’

Roderick sighed.

Judy tried to suppress a smile of triumph.

‘Are there any authorities, or someone else, who could help us?’ Roderick asked.

The American shook his head again. ‘None worth troubling,’ he said solemnly. ‘Your best bet is to get down to Enoba and hope she’s on board that boat.’

Judy glared angrily at him. She did not let Roderick see the expression. Nor did she let him see her frown of disapproval when he next spoke.

‘That’s us decided,’ he said sharply. ‘Next stop, Enoba.’

*   *   *

Emily stared around the captain’s cabin, wondering where to begin. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror and grinned in spite of herself. The tight fitting rubber suit displayed the contours of her figure to the utmost advantage. Despite the arduous day she had endured, the woman in the mirror looked ready for anything.

It was getting close to midnight now, and Emily felt exhausted. She had suffered a long and miserable day, and though the idea of sleep appealed to her she knew that it would prove elusive when she eventually got to bed. There were too many unpleasant thoughts turning over in her mind. She still wanted to know why Judy had betrayed her and left her alone in Port Maga. She was also wondering what had happened to Roderick. He must have left the port with Judy, she thought. Either that, or Judy had ditched him somewhere. She tried to close the thoughts off, more uncomfortable with the memories than with the other events of the day.

After sex on the deck, Laura had wanted Emily to lick her in the shower. Emily had obeyed, kneeling in front of the woman and tonguing her pussy as the water cascaded over her. She had nuzzled and lapped at Laura’s clitoris, pushing the woman beyond the brink of orgasm time after time. Afterwards, Laura had demanded a massage, and Emily had happily obeyed. Then the vibrators had both been removed. Strangely, as Laura was taking them out, Emily had experienced mixed sensations of sorrow and gratitude.

Before, she had not believed it would be possible to enjoy too many orgasms. After having the vibrators burn furiously in the depths of her hot wet channels, Emily had modified that opinion. She now knew there was only so much a body could take. Even so, feeling the slow, buzzing egress of each of the vibrators, she had felt a tinge of remorse, certain that she could have enjoyed their delightful punishment for just a little while longer.

After taking them out, Laura had forced Emily to lick both implements clean before she used them on herself. She had then used the two dildos with furious abandon, forcing herself to reach one climax after another. Her final climax had been so intense she had screamed happily before collapsing on the bed in a quivering heap.

Now Laura was sleeping, and Emily had been instructed to clean the captain’s cabin.

She glared sullenly around the room, wondering where she should begin. A pile of cluttered papers covered the desk in one corner. To Emily’s casual eye it looked like the only untidy area in the cabin. The bunk was made, and the surfaces were relatively dust free. Emily could think of nothing else that might need doing in the room, so she moved towards the desk and began to tidy the scattered papers.

In her other life, before the nightmare of this holiday had begun, Emily had been a corporate finance manager. She considered herself good at her job, for what that was worth now. Seeing the papers on Captain Wilde’s desk, Emily enjoyed a handful of fond memories about her past life. She recognised the format and the layout of the contracts and knew she was staring at the outline for a substantial corporate finance package. As she scanned the wording of the contracts, Emily amended her first thought. This was not a substantial corporate finance package; it was a very substantial corporate finance package – a major one.

She rummaged through the papers on the desk, dimly noting the names of the companies involved. Masters and Thomas were major names and she raised her eyebrows in mild surprise when she read them. Her eyebrows continued to rise as she saw the basis of the deal being offered. Unable to believe it, she re-read the documents a second time, sure she must have missed something.

The contract was not the deal Emily would have expected. As she poured over the documents, Emily realised that Captain Wilde and Laura were not offering a standard corporate deal. They were proposing a personally managed contract, but it seemed heavily weighted in their favour. The profits that the couple would be reaping went beyond anything she had ever seen on such a deal. Remembering what the captain had said about not discussing business at his business meeting, Emily nodded to herself. A slow smile of understanding began to spread across her lips. It seemed obvious that Laura and he hoped a night of passion would be distracting enough to make the negotiators overlook such details as rates of return and glib references to contract management.

If she had been negotiating the contract, Emily knew she could have made Masters and Thomas a far better offer. At the same time she would have still been earning herself a very lucrative commission from the deal.

An idea was forming in her mind when she felt the hand fall heavily on her shoulder.

‘Enjoying a little light reading?’

Emily turned around and found herself face to face with Captain Wilde. The angry frown on his face was enough to make her feel cold inside. He was glaring passionately at her, and she knew that she had transcended another one of the unwritten rules of her slavery.

Staring at the page of the contract she held in her hand, he raised a speculative eyebrow. ‘Enjoying a little light reading?’ he asked again.

Emily glanced at the paper in her hand and struggled quickly to find a suitable explanation. ‘I was just tidying these things away, and –’

‘Come with me,’ Captain Wilde said. He dragged her from the room, his face as dark as thunder. ‘I think you need a little more discipline.’

Groaning inside, Emily followed. She could feel the terror welling inside her like a bubble. Whatever she had experienced before would be nothing compared to the punishment she knew she was about to receive.

‘In there,’ Captain Wilde roared. He held Emily by the hair as he made the command and hurled her into the cabin.

Emily squealed, stumbling awkwardly into the room and trying to maintain her balance. Her top half lurched forward and her legs struggled to keep up with it. Crashing into the cabin’s wall, she managed to stay on her feet. She held herself stiffly, glaring furiously at the man.

‘What is it? What’s going on?’ Dawn sat up in her bunk, bewildered. She glanced at Emily, then at the captain and an air of calm appeared on her face.

Watching her, Emily realised the woman knew exactly what was going on. There was a light of experienced acceptance in Dawn’s eyes that chilled Emily. She could sense that the woman knew what was about to happen and was reluctantly prepared to go along with it. She wished Dawn could have shared the information with her. Enduring the captain’s wrath and having to put up with his violent temper was more than Emily was prepared to deal with. If the man had not been barring the cabin door with his broad body, she would have jumped overboard and taken her chances with the crocodiles.

He had caught her reading through the contract and she understood his unhappiness. The document was so obviously loaded in his favour that he must have known she had spotted the blatant discrepancies. Now, she guessed, he was going to make sure she did not pass her knowledge on to anyone else. The thought left her feeling cold and terrified. ‘What have I done?’ Emily demanded. ‘Why are you treating me like this?’

‘I’ll treat you any damned way I want to treat you,’ Captain Wilde snarled. ‘Do I have to keep reminding you? I’m the captain of this damned boat.’ He reached for the bedspread that covered Dawn’s naked body and pulled it angrily. Dawn gasped, as though the sheet had been attached to her. She sat up on the bed, modestly trying to cover her bare body.

Not that there was much to cover, Emily thought disparagingly. She glanced slyly at Dawn’s flat chest and her delightful pierced nipples. Her gaze fell lower and she grinned unconsciously as she saw the woman place a protective hand over the pierced lips of her labia.

Even though she had just been asleep, Dawn was still a striking beauty. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, framing her petite face. Her shrewd blue eyes glanced from Emily to the captain with wary excitement.

Emily trembled when she saw the captain glowering at her. She knew he was going to punish her. He had caught her reading the contract and that was obviously an unforgivable sin. When he had burst into the room she had been thinking about re-negotiating it. Her thoughts had strayed idly from her imprisonment aboard the
Amazon Maiden
and she had wondered if it would be possible to tempt Masters and Thomas with her own proposal. It was a ludicrous notion. She knew the chance would never reveal itself to her.

But she wondered if the captain had read her mind. That in itself was a fanciful notion, but fear pushed the thought to the forefront of her mind. If he had known, or even suspected such an idea, she dared not think of the punishment he would inflict on her by way of retribution.

‘I’m going to ask you this question once more,’ he said. His words were ragged, his barely controlled temper spitting the sounds from between clenched teeth. He glanced at Emily. ‘What were you doing in my cabin?’

Emily momentarily closed her eyes and swallowed. Her heart was beating so fast she wondered if it was likely to explode. ‘Laura told me to clean it,’ she whispered. ‘I was obeying her order.’ She watched his face, hoping fervently that he would accept what she said. Her words did brush at the truth. Laura had told her to clean the captain’s cabin. Emily was just neglecting to tell him about the reading material she had found.

He glared at Dawn. ‘Why weren’t you cleaning my cabin?’ he demanded. ‘That’s your job, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, Captain,’ Dawn whispered. She began to apologise.

He cut her words off with a slap across the cheek. Striding purposefully towards Emily, he said, ‘What the hell did you think you were doing looking through my papers?’

Emily shivered beneath his furious glare. ‘I was trying to tidy them,’ she told him meekly. She hated the undercurrent of servility that coloured her words, but she knew it would be the only thing likely to save her. ‘They were all over the place. I was just trying to sort them out for you.’

‘Why were you reading them?’ he asked forcefully.

Emily felt the words like a slap. ‘I was trying to get the pages in order,’ she told him, forcing as much sincerity as she could into the improvised explanation. ‘You punish me enough on board this boat when I do the right thing. If I’d jumbled the papers up, I thought I’d get a lot worse than I’ve already had.’ She stared at him nervously, praying that he believed her.

His dark mood seemed to mellow and he graced her with an approving grin. ‘You’re right,’ he said, nodding. Turning to Dawn, he pulled her roughly from the bed. ‘But that still doesn’t tell me why you weren’t tidying my room.’

Dawn cowered away from him, obviously terrified by the ferocity of his anger. ‘Please, Captain Wilde,’ she begged. ‘I didn’t know Emily was going to do that.’

Emily stared at the pair, a heady wave of relief washing over her.

He was not suspicious of her, she realised. His anger and rage had been transferred to Dawn; Emily experienced a pang of guilt. If he had known of her trespass, the captain would not have missed the opportunity to punish her. As it was, Emily saw she had inspired his outrage and knew he was about to vent his spleen on Dawn.

Her relief was so strong, Emily felt her knees begin to tremble. She watched the pair through a comfortable haze of gratitude. Dawn should have been tidying his cabin and he wanted to know why she had reneged on her duties. His anger was now directed at Dawn. And, while Emily knew she would be unlikely to escape his temper, she knew that he would not be punishing her as severely as she had initially feared.

Captain Wilde turned back to Emily. ‘So, now you’re doing the job of my slave?’

Emily stared at him uncertainly. ‘I’m sorry,’ she began.

He did not allow her to go any further. ‘Sorry isn’t good enough,’ he spat. He turned on Dawn. ‘And you’ve risen above your status as a slave, have you?’

Dawn began to refute the allegation, but he spoke over her protests.

‘Lying asleep while someone else does your job. Is that how a slave behaves?’ he demanded.

Dawn shook her head, unable to meet the fury of his gaze.

‘Here,’ he said angrily. ‘Take this, Dawn,’ he insisted. He pushed his cane into her hand.

Dawn accepted it reluctantly.

Emily glanced from Dawn to the captain, wondering what she could expect from the man now. This was a turn of events she had not anticipated. She had never expected him to relinquish his cane. The damned thing had seemed to be glued to his hand.

‘You think you’ve risen above slave status,’ Captain Wilde observed. ‘Show me how you treat your subordinate.’ With one long, wicked finger, he pointed at Emily.

Emily caught her breath, unnerved by the way events were progressing. She wanted to say something in her own defence but she knew such an intrusion would be treated harshly. Staring at Dawn, she willed the woman to refuse the order she had been given. Emily knew it was a vain hope, but it was the only one she had left.

Dawn stared uneasily at the cane in her hand. ‘But I…’

‘Show me now,’ he hissed. ‘Or, God help you, I’ll show you how it’s done like you’ve never felt it before.’ His finger was still pointing at Emily. ‘Punish your slave, while I watch; or I’ll have her punish you. The choice is yours, Dawn.’

Dawn needed no further prompting. She walked slowly over to Emily and kissed her softly on the cheek. With her lips inches from Emily’s ear, she whispered, ‘Sorry.’

It was one softly spoken word, but it was enough for Emily to realise she was in trouble. She considered Dawn uneasily, not knowing what to expect from the woman. She doubted Dawn could be as ruthless or cruel as either Captain Wilde or Laura, but she did not discount the possibility.

‘What do you want me to do?’ Emily asked.

Dawn turned to Captain Wilde.

He smiled indulgently at her. ‘Undress your slave,’ he commanded. ‘She looks good naked.’

Dawn turned back to Emily and nodded. ‘Take your suit off,’ she said crisply.

Surprised by the coolness in her voice, Emily stared at Dawn. A wicked glint lit the corner of her eye, and Emily realised there was an untapped streak of devilment lurking beneath Dawn’s servile façade. The prospect was darkly unsettling.

Glancing down at the rubber suit she was wearing, Emily began to obey. Her fingers fumbled with the strap of the belt and she mumbled an apology. She had been wearing the suit all day. A slick coating of sweat covered her body beneath the black flesh of the garment. It was going to be difficult enough to take it off, she thought, without her fingers being paralysed by fear.

‘Faster,’ Dawn said sharply. She flicked the tip of the cane against Emily’s thigh, striking hard and quick.

Emily felt as though she had been bitten and she flinched from the implement. Hurrying to undress, she released the belt and allowed the front panel to fall free. There was no sense of embarrassment at revealing herself to the pair in such a way. She had already realised that aboard the
Amazon Maiden
she was beyond shame.

Aware the captain was avariciously studying her thick swatch of pubic hair, Emily began to try and ease the suit from the rest of her body. It was an ardent struggle. Her body’s sweat helped her a little, but the rubber still bit and pulled at her flesh, making the experience more painful than she had expected. When she eventually removed it and threw it down on the floor, she stood in front of the pair defiantly naked.

‘What now, Captain?’ Dawn asked.

He grinned at her. ‘She’s your slave, Dawn,’ he reminded her. ‘Do what you want with her. I’m just here as an observer.’

Dawn nodded and took a step closer to Emily. She traced a finger against the sweat-drenched flesh of her breast, smiling as she did it. ‘Lick it, bitch,’ she commanded, raising the finger to Emily’s mouth.

Emily pushed her tongue out and drew it along the wet finger. She could taste the bitter saltiness of her own sweat and she tried not to savour it. Again, she felt the hateful pulse of excitement throb between her legs. She was being used and humiliated by the pair. The rational part of her mind told her she should be resisting them, but her libido craved the experience.

‘Your body’s soaking,’ Dawn noted. She seemed to study Emily’s face. Her sharp blue eyes looked hard now, as though they had been carved from flint. Emily realised she was seeing a different Dawn from the one she had come to know over the past few days. This was a side of Dawn that could enjoy wielding the cane.

Emily swallowed nervously.

‘Do you like being wet?’ Dawn asked, malicious intent prevalent in her tone.

The captain chuckled darkly.

Emily wondered what he found so amusing. She suspected that there was some clue in Dawn’s words, but her
naïveté
concerning the boat’s customs and the crew’s games left her in the dark. ‘I don’t mind being wet,’ Emily replied. She did not dare say yes or no to the woman in front of her, feeling sure that either response would incur some sort of penalty.

‘Kneel down then,’ Dawn commanded. ‘Kneel in front of me and lick my hole, bitch.’

Doing as she was instructed, Emily knelt down in front of Dawn and began to push her tongue against the pierced lips of Dawn’s labia. It was an uncomfortable position. Her neck ached with the strain of reaching upwards, but she managed to inspire a soft moan of pleasure from Dawn as she flicked her tongue against the woman’s clitoris.

‘That’s good,’ Dawn whispered, placing a hand on Emily’s head and holding her hair tightly.

Emily made a small gasp of protest then relented. After all that she had endured so far, she was prepared to tolerate having her hair pulled a little. The sweet succulent taste of pussy juice evoked the stirrings of arousal inside her. She traced her tongue against the eager wetness of Dawn’s cleft. She was aware that Dawn and the captain were exchanging a smile, but she had no idea why.

‘So, you don’t mind being wet,’ Dawn repeated. Her words were soft with pleasure. ‘That’s fortunate.’

Emily moved her mouth away from the woman’s sex and stared up at her doubtfully. ‘Fortunate? How?’

She barely had a chance to finish the sentence before she realised exactly what Dawn had been intimating. A golden shower of piss sprayed from between Dawn’s legs, washing over Emily’s face, neck and shoulders.

Emily tried to pull away, shocked by the tepid flow that ran over her. Dawn still held her hair and pulled Emily’s face tight against her sex. ‘Lick me, you fucking bitch,’ she insisted. ‘Lick me, while I piss in your mouth.’

Emily gasped and gagged, determined not to submit to this request. She tried pulling her head away but Dawn held her firm. The idea was so darkly exciting she wanted to submit, but at the same time she hesitated. She yearned to wallow beneath Dawn’s legs, lapping at the golden spray and feeling it warm then chill her bare body.

At the same time, she longed to be away from them all. Giving in to Dawn now would be an admission of servility. This act went beyond anything else she had done so far. This was the ultimate in submission. If she gave in now, she doubted she would ever recover enough self-esteem to return to her previous life. The thoughts tumbled through her head in a chaotic whirlwind.

‘Drink it,’ the captain commanded darkly. ‘Or, so help me, I’ll cane your arse from now until morning.’

The words were enough to make Emily open her mouth. She felt the liquid spray against her lips and her tongue. Then her mouth was filling with the warm florid-scented water. Pushing her tongue against the source of the spray, Emily felt Dawn’s amber flow coat her face, soaking her cheeks and splashing down over her breasts and her stomach.