Amazon Slave (17 page)

Dawn giggled happily as Emily tongued her. Her relentless flow continued to douse the woman before her. Her giggles turned into moans of pleasure, and before she had stopped pissing she cried out happily with satisfaction.

Beneath the golden shower, Emily felt herself nearing her own orgasm. She did not know if it was spurred on by the warmth of Dawn’s piss or the totality of her humiliation. She gave herself over to the euphoric eruption of pleasure that welled inside. Every muscle in her body seemed to throb with delight as the orgasm swept over her. Her skin turned to gooseflesh beneath the warm waters and she shivered happily. Her tongue continued to lap at the shaved flesh of Dawn’s sopping hole, savouring every last drop of the wetness.

‘Quite a show,’ Captain Wilde said quietly.

Emily glanced uncertainly at him. She had been so lost in the pleasure of enjoying Dawn that she had almost forgotten the man was watching them.

‘You looked like you got quite a lot out of that,’ Captain Wilde said nonchalantly.

Before she realised what she was doing, Emily nodded agreement. A small smile of gratitude appeared on her wet lips. ‘It was exhilarating,’ she told him honestly. ‘I’d never…Before I mean…I’d never…’

‘But you weren’t supposed to be enjoying it, were you,’ he said darkly, speaking over her words.

‘I…’ Emily hesitated, not knowing what to say for the best. She stared at the cruel smile twisting his lips and knew he had more in store for her. This time, she doubted it would be as pleasant as the experience she had just enjoyed.

‘Come with me,’ he snapped sharply. Not waiting for her to move, he grabbed Emily’s arm and wrenched her from the floor.

Naked, still dripping with the remnants of Dawn’s golden shower, Emily stumbled quickly after him. He dragged her into his cabin, then threw her on to the bed.

‘Dawn!’ he bellowed. ‘My cane!’

It was in his hand before the echo of the words had died down. Emily buried her face in the pillow of his bunk and braced herself for the sting of his cane striking her backside.

‘Lie next to her,’ Captain Wilde roared.

Emily knew he was talking to Dawn and she was not surprised when she felt the woman fall on to the bed beside her. Her fear was so great that she could not even register mild excitement at the nearness of the woman’s naked flesh. Captain Wilde was determined that they should both be punished. He would make sure that there was little pleasure to be gained from this episode.

The cane sliced swiftly through the air, whistling on its downward arc. Both women braced themselves for the explosion of impact. They gasped in unison as he brought it simultaneously across both pairs of raised buttocks.

Emily glanced up from the pillow and stared at the untidy desk in the corner of the room. She could see the scattered papers of the contract and felt her resolve hardening. Perhaps he did have the upper hand at the moment, she conceded. He was the one wielding the cane; he was the one in control. She stared at the contract wondering if he knew how tenuous his command was.

The cane bit her arse a second time, inflicting an exquisite flash of pain. Feeling Dawn flinch beside her, Emily knew he had caught them both again.

She had already experienced one orgasm within the last five minutes and she did not think her body was prepared for another so soon. Nevertheless, she stole a hand under her body and rubbed the sodden swell of her cleft. As the captain’s cane stroked repeatedly across her arse, she moved her fingers slowly up and down over the hardening nub of her clitoris. Her fingers gently circling the rigid ball, then pressing forcibly as each stroke of the implement bit into her buttocks. Her arousal was not caused by the blow of his cane, although she knew that was helping. The true source of her excitement came from the thought of outwitting the captain.

Delight coursed through her body and she moaned loudly. The cane hit her arse three times in swift succession. Because she could feel Dawn lying still beside her, Emily knew that these blows had been specially targeted on her. She gritted her teeth and pressed her fingers more ardently on to the heated swell of her sex.

As the waves of pleasure washed over her, Emily held on to one last thought. Whatever else happened between here and Havalaña, she was going to make sure she got into the captain’s cabin again. She was going to study his contract with a meticulous eye for detail and learn everything about the deal that was being offered. If she ever got the chance to make the information work for her, she was going to use it. That, she thought contentedly, would be cause for celebration. That would be the perfect revenge.

The captain pulled her from the bed. ‘There really is no punishing you, is there?’

Emily shrugged, trying to look as though she did not understand what he meant.

He stroked his hand over her breast harshly, rubbing the nipple between his finger and thumb. ‘I’ve broken harder slaves than you before,’ he said quietly. The unmasked menace of his threat chilled her. ‘I don’t think you’re beyond my capabilities.’

Emily stayed silent, knowing any response she made could be interpreted as a challenge. She stared at his chest, not daring to meet the wrath of his eyes.

‘Go and clean up Dawn’s cabin,’ he snapped, twisting her nipple angrily as he spoke. ‘You can sleep in there tonight once you’ve finished.’ Turning to Dawn, he slapped the palm of his hand across her bare arse and rolled her over. ‘While you, you little slut, are going to stay in here for a while.’

As Emily watched, the captain stepped out of his shorts and brandished his huge length over Dawn. The brunette smiled adoringly up at the man and moved her face eagerly towards him.

Shivering, Emily turned away and left them. She knew that if the captain saw her hesitancy he would find some other depraved act for her to perform. Already exhausted by his demands, Emily walked briskly from the room. Whatever it took, she was determined she would avoid enduring another of the captain’s punishments this evening. Knowing there was only so much she could take, Emily truly believed she had reached her limits.

She mopped the floor of Dawn’s room before collapsing wearily on to the bunk.

Every square inch of her body ached profusely. Her inner muscles throbbed accusingly, as though they blamed her for the relentless pleasure they had been forced to endure. As soon as her head hit the pillow, Emily was asleep. She did not even notice two hours later when Dawn slipped into bed next to her. Emily’s exhaustion was so total she could have slept throughout the whole of the next day.

When she was woken at five o’clock the following morning, Emily realised this was one pleasure she would not be experiencing.

*   *   *

‘Enoba off the port bow, Captain.’

Emily glanced up when she heard Vincent’s words, unable to believe what she was hearing. The last four days had passed in a ceaseless blur of sex, work and humiliation. She had spent each day dressed in the rubber outfit, doing exactly as Captain Wilde and Laura commanded. By the end of each day, she had been so exhausted she had collapsed into bed, only to be woken the following morning for the whole thing to start again.

And now they were less than an hour away from Enoba, the last stop before Havalaña. She shook her head, bewildered by the fleeting passage of time.

‘It’s a step up from Port Maga,’ Captain Wilde observed. He had rushed to the pulpit with his binoculars and he was studying the approaching port on the horizon. ‘Not a big step up,’ he called. ‘But I’d guess the lice are smaller than the dogs in this one.’

Laura, draped on her sunlounger, smiled to herself. She was laying naked beneath the morning sun’s rays. Her body was beginning to colour to the pale golden hue of an Aztec goddess. ‘You’re a xenophobe, Captain,’ she told him lightly. ‘If they don’t have a church spire and a village green for cricket, you dismiss the place as a Third World hovel.’

He laughed. ‘I think you’re exaggerating slightly, honey. But I’ll take it as a compliment.’ He was still peering through the binoculars, adjusting the lenses. ‘I don’t fucking believe it,’ he exclaimed suddenly. ‘I don’t fucking believe it!’

‘What’s wrong?’ Laura was climbing from her bed, moving towards him. In an act of uncharacteristic modesty, she began to wrap a kimono around herself.

Emily glanced towards the captain, concerned by his tone of voice.

‘Son of a bitch,’ he murmured. ‘Emily, get over here.’

She was running along the deck before she realised how quickly she was obeying his command. Normally she would have chastised herself for being so servile, but her curiosity was piqued and she needed to know what had surprised him. ‘What’s wrong? What’s the matter?’

He held the binoculars out to her as she neared him. ‘Look at the port,’ he said. ‘There’s a dirty blue jeep there. Do you recognise it?’

Emily snatched the glasses from his hand and trained them towards Enoba. But the roll of the boat and a lack of familiarity with binoculars made it difficult, and she could not find the vehicle he meant. ‘Where?’ she demanded.

‘What are you talking about, darling?’ Laura wanted to know. ‘I thought all jeeps were a dirty blue colour. Why is this one so special?’

Emily finally focused the lenses on the jeep. ‘It’s Roderick’s,’ she gasped softly. ‘He’s in Enoba.’

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Captain Wilde said triumphantly. ‘I thought I recognised the damned thing.’

‘What are you two talking about?’ Laura demanded.

‘That’s the hired jeep my fiancé was driving,’ Emily explained.

‘The one that nearly ran me over in Port Maga,’ Captain Wilde added. ‘I told you. It was being driven by a mad bitch.’ He shook his head, amazed that the vehicle was there.

‘I wonder why they’re in Enoba?’ Emily whispered.

‘I just hope that woman’s had some driving lessons on the way down here,’ Captain Wilde grumbled. ‘We may be sailing through the middle of nowhere, but even here they take a dim view of lunatics who mow down innocent pedestrians.’

Laura stroked her husband’s arm affectionately. ‘Darling,’ she whispered. ‘You are neither innocent, nor pedestrian.’

He smiled fondly at her and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. ‘Excitement over,’ he decided. ‘Back to your chores, Emily.’

Emily stayed where she was. She stared at him meekly and said, ‘May I go ashore at Enoba?’ She glanced down at his feet as soon as she had made the request, knowing that he would be angry with her.

‘Shore leave?’ he demanded.

‘Do you want to leave us?’ Laura asked quietly.

Emily shook her head. ‘I don’t want to leave you. I just want a couple of hours to try and find my friends and see what’s wrong.’ It was easier to talk to Laura, she thought. The woman had a kinder disposition and, even though she could be just as demanding as Captain Wilde, Emily considered her to be more approachable. ‘I still don’t know why Judy deserted me in Port Maga,’ she explained. ‘I’d like to find out at least that much.’

Captain Wilde made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. ‘It’d be the last we ever saw of you.’

Emily shook her head. ‘No. I promise. I’ll come back. You have my word. I’m travelling with you all the way to Havalaña.’ She stared earnestly into his face, hoping he could see how honest she was being.

‘We should let her go,’ Laura said quietly. ‘It’s her decision as to whether or not she comes back.’

‘I will come back,’ Emily said quickly. ‘I just need to find out what’s happening with Roderick and Judy.’

Captain Wilde stared from one woman to the other, not bothering to mask his contempt. The smile that surfaced on his lips was like the hungry leer of a shark. If she had not been so determined to get his permission, Emily would have shied away from the expression.

‘I have an idea,’ Captain Wilde said suddenly.

Emily held her tongue, knowing better than to answer back to the man.

‘Laura wants to let you have time ashore; I don’t. It’s fairly simple. I think this calls for a challenge.’

Emily stifled a groan of resentment. Over the past four days she had come to know the captain’s challenges too well. She remembered Dawn being tied to the wheel while the captain and Laura challenged one another to try and beat her off course.

Whilst she cringed from the memory, Emily recalled that she had been subjected to one of the captain’s challenges the previous evening. He had maintained that Dawn could fit more wine up her vagina than Emily. Laura had said Emily would be able to hold more. The two women had been forced to lay on their backs with their legs in the air while Laura and the captain poured chilled Chianti into them.

As a forfeit, the losing slave had to drink all of the wine that the winner had held. Emily’s head still throbbed with the remnants of a mild hangover.

Every day had been made special by one of the captain’s challenges, and Emily shrank from the prospect of enduring another. Determined to get ashore, she put her doubts aside and stared levelly at him.

‘What’s the challenge?’

He grinned. ‘As I said, it’s fairly simple. You want to go ashore. I say no, Laura says yes. Laura and I will take you below deck now. You have to make us come. If Laura comes first, you get your shore leave. If I come first, you have to stay, agreed?’

Laura smiled at her husband. ‘You really do have the wickedest imagination.’

Emily stared at the pair of them, simultaneously repulsed and excited. Whatever it took, she had to get off the boat and on to the shore when they reached Enoba. It was not simply a matter of finding Roderick and Judy. A plan was forming at the back of her mind that was so perfect she dared not concentrate too heavily on it. If either the captain or Laura had suspected the nature of her thoughts, Emily knew they would never allow her to leave the
Amazon Maiden
. There was no chance that she would have refused the captain’s offer of a challenge. ‘If I please Laura first, I can go ashore?’ she asked.

Laura exchanged a glance with the captain. ‘The girl’s eager,’ she said. ‘I think I’m in for a lot of pleasuring.’

Captain Wilde seemed quietly confident. ‘Let’s go to your cabin, honey,’ he told his wife.