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Emily’s groan was a sigh of soft appreciation. She reached up to him and ran her fingers over the skimpy cropped top he wore. A flat expanse of sun-bronzed stomach was on display and she drew the pads of her fingertips over the hard muscle. His broad chest pushed at the light fabric and she traced her fingers over the outline of his well-defined muscles. Between her legs, the urgent swell of his arousal pressed against the tight denim of his jeans. ‘Take it off,’ she whispered, tugging at his top.

Vincent glanced down at the garment and pulled it quickly over his head. As he removed it, Emily shivered beneath him. He realised the chain he wore had brushed against her bare breasts and he exercised an apologetic smile. Attached to his well-formed pectorals, biting into the sensitive flesh of his nipples, was a pair of sturdy clamps, linked by a thin silver chain.

Emily gasped as she stared at it. ‘Nipple clamps!’ she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of disgust and awe. ‘Doesn’t that hurt?’

Vincent smiled and shook his head. ‘Laura has had me wearing them all morning,’ he explained. ‘I can barely feel them now. It only hurts when the chain gets caught or pulled,’ he added.

Emily grinned and curled her finger under the silver links. Tugging him playfully towards her, she caused an expression of breathless delight to cross over his face.

Vincent tried to resist her. He watched as she tugged on the length of chain, stretching his nipples away from his chest. A series of white-hot explosions shivered through his body. His excitement was so great he could feel his chest glistening with sweat.

‘That looks like fun,’ she breathed, rubbing her hand against the rock hard length between his legs. She smiled salaciously. ‘You were enjoying that, weren’t you?’

‘Very much,’ Vincent told her. ‘You wouldn’t believe how good they can feel.’

Emily considered him for a moment. She reached for one of the clamps and unfastened it from his breast.

Vincent sighed softly as the clamp was released. He glanced down at his nipple and saw that the jaws had left teeth marks in the tender flesh of his pale areola.

‘That looks sensitive,’ Emily observed.

He nodded ruefully. ‘It is.’

Before he could stop her, Emily had placed her mouth over his exposed nipple and was sucking greedily at it. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive nub and she teased it between her teeth with gentle nibbles.

Vincent groaned quietly. The bulge in his trousers felt as though it were on the point of bursting. The wealth of incredible pleasures emanating from his chest was far too exquisite for him to endure.

Emily removed the second clamp and treated his freshly exposed breast to the same delicious torment. She sucked hard on the flesh, teasing the aching nub with the tip of her tongue. At the same time she used her fingers on his other nipple, rolling it lightly from side to side and occasionally squeezing it.

Vincent’s breathing was a ragged pant. He stared at the woman with a newly found appreciation, unable to believe she had excited him so much. His erection was a furious powerhouse, longing to be released from the confines of his jeans.

Emily moved her lips from his tortured breasts and smiled up at him. She offered him the clamps and said quietly, ‘Put them on me.’

Vincent stared at her uncertainly. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘They hurt like a bastard.’

Emily smiled. ‘That’s why I want you to put them on me. Quickly, Vincent,’ she added stiffly. ‘You wouldn’t hesitate if Laura had told you to do it.’

Vincent needed no further instructions. He touched her left breast, then her right, trying to decide which nipple to clamp first. Sucking the right one, he drew his tongue over her areola in lazy circles. Before he had finished, Emily was breathing deeply and wriggling impatiently on the bed. Her nipple was a tight, hard bud that begged to be bitten by the clamp.

With infinite care, Vincent pressed the handles together, opening the jaws as wide as they would go. He placed them on either side of Emily’s right nipple and studied her face. ‘Are you sure you want me to?’ he asked warily.

She grinned into his concerned face. ‘Do it to me, Vincent,’ she hissed urgently. ‘I want to feel them now.’

Slowly, he released the spring clip and allowed the clamp to fasten on her breast.

Emily drew in a shocked breath. Her cheeks coloured bright red as an explosion of divine pain swept through her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she growled words of tortured elation. She grinned happily into Vincent’s face, panting softly as she neared her orgasm. ‘The other one,’ she gasped breathlessly. ‘Put the other one on me.’ She reached for her own breast and pointed the nipple at him. The hardened nub pushed eagerly towards him, as though it was desperate to feel the intense stimulation that the clamp would inspire.

Knowing it was what she wanted, Vincent applied the clamp.

The teeth bit slowly into her breast and he watched as Emily suppressed a shriek of pure joy. She rubbed her hand hard against the cleft between her legs, her fingers moving faster as the pleasure intensified. When she touched the hardened nub of her clitoris an orgasm tore through her body. Emily’s screams of joy echoed around the cabin. A broad grin of elation split her face.

The sight of Emily laying naked beneath him was more than Vincent could tolerate. He unfastened his jeans and withdrew his rock-hard shaft.

Emily stared appreciatively at his length and reached for it eagerly. As her fingers stroked and caressed his cock the rigid muscle hardened beneath her sensitive touch. She moved her hand to the base of his length and squeezed tightly.

Her fingers stopped suddenly and he realised they had brushed against the silver chain around his balls.

‘What the hell is this?’ she asked. Her finger stroked the chain and went below the tight sac of his balls. Her curious expression deepened as she tugged at the small metal padlock that secured the silver links.

He grinned, not bothering to look at the device. ‘I suppose you’d call it a sex aid. When it’s fastened tight, it keeps me constantly erect. Laura makes me wear it all the time,’ he explained. ‘But it’s on loose now.’

Emily tried to run her finger between the chain and his skin but found she was unable. ‘It doesn’t feel very loose,’ she told him.

Vincent grunted humourless laughter. ‘Trust me, it’s on loose. When it’s on tight, I stay hard but I can’t climax. That way I can please her for as long as she wants.’

Emily grinned. ‘I could understand how that would come in handy. How do I tighten it?’

Vincent shook his head. ‘You need to unfasten it first, then tighten it,’ he explained. ‘And only Laura has the key.’

Emily sighed, stroking lazily at his rock-hard length. ‘What a shame,’ she whispered softly, genuine regret tingeing her words. Her fingers encircled his shaft, squeezing it firmly. As she lay back on the bed she guided him slowly between the sodden lips of her wanton hole.

He entered her easily, the wetness of her excitement lubricating his entire length.

As he began to slide slowly in and out of her warm velvety depths, Emily gasped happily and encouraged him with soft words of praise.

The clamps continued to bite into her nipples. Vincent could see she was struggling against the relentless pain of the jaws. From his own experience, he knew the joy that the clamps could create. He watched her tease the chain between her fingers and knew she was inspiring a new burst of tortured pleasure.

He grinned down at her, a broad smile twisting his lips.

Staring up at him Emily reached for the clamp on her right breast. She unfastened it quickly and her face contorted with gratitude as relief washed over her. The inner walls of her vagina tightened hungrily around his length. Still holding the clamp, she attached it to Vincent’s left nipple allowing it to bite sharply into his flesh.

Vincent groaned excitedly, forcing his cock deep inside her.

Inside the velvety wetness of her pussy, his length stiffened with mounting excitement. She gripped him tightly with her inner muscles and pulled herself away from him. As she moved, the chain tugged tightly between the two clamps. Myriad prickles of pleasure erupted in his chest.

He could feel the climax beginning at his balls. His cock was deep inside her and his entire length shivered with the dull throb of his orgasm. His balls were tight and pressed against the lips of her pussy as he came. They pulsed against the delicate flesh of her labia as he began to ejaculate.

Vincent stifled a groan of enjoyment, then fell to the bed at her side. The movement of the clamps forced another wave of pleasure to sweep through him and he was aware that Emily was trying to stop herself from shrieking with ecstasy.

He gently removed the clamp from her and replaced it on his own chest. He could not suppress the small grimace of pain that the action inspired. Pulling the cropped top back over his chest, he smiled across at her.

Emily leant towards him and placed a kiss on his mouth. ‘Thank you,’ she told him quietly. ‘It’s good of you to help me.’

Vincent’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of dark consternation. ‘I’ll do what I can,’ he told her. ‘We’ll work something out for Port Maga tonight, after Laura and the captain have retired.’

Emily nodded. ‘I’ll look forward to it,’ she told him.

As Vincent made his way towards the door, he watched her lay back on the bed and smile up at the hatch above her. A thought pricked his conscience and he frowned darkly to himself. The sounds of Dawn’s plight were still audible, but now it was as distant and unimportant as the animal cries from the shores.

He paused at the door staring at the soft smile on her face. He wondered if it would be right to tell her why he had come to her cabin, then stopped himself, knowing he could not say anything. His troubled thoughts were broken by the sound of her whispering voice.

‘Port Maga,’ she told herself happily. ‘And then I can go home.’

Blushing, Vincent left the room.

*   *   *

‘I don’t think we’re going to find her in Port Maga,’ Judy said glumly.

Roderick nodded sullen agreement as he drove. ‘She could be anywhere on the entire fucking continent,’ he said gruffly. ‘But we’ve exhausted everywhere in the village and Port Maga is just about our only lead.’

With his concentration focused on the road, Roderick could not see the sneer of contempt that etched Judy’s features.

Angrily berating herself, Judy wondered why she had allowed Roderick to search the port. They had separated in their search for Emily and each tried interviewing different people, in the hope that they could cover more ground. Judy had suggested this only because she knew Roderick had a poor command of the Portuguese language. She had not thought he would be able to communicate with any of the natives. She had never dreamt he would end up talking to one who had seen a woman matching Emily’s description. That on its own would not have been so bad, but Roderick’s helpful friend also claimed to have seen Emily surreptitiously boarding a boat.

She cursed her own luck and she cursed the native who had imparted this information to Roderick. Her only hope now was that the idiot had been mistaken but she realised that was too much to hope for. She lit a cigarette and stared glumly out of the window, trying to think of a way out of the situation.

‘Should I take over the map-reading?’ she asked suddenly.

Roderick shook his head. ‘Don’t trouble yourself,’ he said kindly. ‘It’s not like I’m trying to find some back alley in Central London. I think there are three junctions between here and Port Maga. Even I can’t screw up something as simple as that.’ He grinned reassuringly at her.

Judy returned the smile, hoping the expression did not look as plastic as it felt.

‘Would you like me to take the wheel for a while?’ she suggested.

He shook his head and smiled. ‘No. I’m fine. I find this sort of driving quite exhilarating.’

Judy grinned at him and nodded easily. She turned her attention back to the window and stared silently out of the vehicle, trying to think of another ploy.

The roads were nothing more than strips of dried mud, snaking treacherously through overhanging foliage. Driving through the leafy green tunnel provided some shade for the vehicle, but not nearly enough. The heat inside the hired jeep was phenomenal, and even with the windows wound down and the rickety air-conditioning on full Judy felt as though she were being roasted alive.

Unconsciously, she unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of her blouse. Staring down at the expanse of cleavage she was revealing, an idea came to her. She smiled, suddenly feeling pleased with herself. She wafted the top of her breasts with her flattened palm, wishing the motion would actually cool her. It was enough to draw Roderick’s attention and because that was her intention, she was satisfied with the result.

He glanced nervously at her, then fixed his attention back on the road. ‘It is hot, isn’t it?’ he remarked, mumbling the words awkwardly.

Judy smiled to herself. The fish is hooked, she realised triumphantly. Now it’s time to reel him in. She unfastened another button, exposing her low cut bra and ample cleavage. The short skirt she wore revealed the long expanse of her shapely legs. Wriggling in her seat, she ‘accidentally’ raised the hem another couple of inches.

Roderick glanced sideways at her and swallowed uneasily. The tantalising glimpse of thigh was so enthralling he almost lost control of the jeep. As it bounced towards the edge of the road, he swiftly corrected the steering-wheel. With the accident avoided, he drove more slowly, continuing to snatch surreptitious glances at the enticing sight.

‘I was wanting to talk to you about last night,’ Judy said quietly. She tossed her cigarette out of the open window and placed her hand on his leg.

This time Roderick managed to keep the jeep on a straight course. It took a huge amount of will-power, but he did it with a concentrated effort. ‘About last night?’ he repeated nervously. ‘I’m sorry about that,’ he told her. ‘I shouldn’t have been so aroused. I must be some sort of pervert or something. I mean, you’re my step-sister, aren’t you? If I embarrassed you or upset you, then I can only say I’m really sorry.’