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Not aware that she was doing it, Emily rubbed her hand harder against the warm cleft between her legs. Almost accidentally, her fingers slipped inside the warmth of her bikini bottoms.

Like Vincent, Emily saw the woman had no pubic hair. Her slender flat stomach was of a milky complexion that went down to the bare depths of her sex. At first, Emily thought it was a trick of the light. A sparkle of silver seemed to glisten between the woman’s legs. Incredulous, Emily realised the woman did not just have pierced nipples. The lips of her pussy were pierced as well.

‘What are you going to do about his excitement?’ the captain demanded. His voice sounded cheerful, but there was a threatening note to it that Emily found wholly unnerving.

‘I’ll do whatever you tell me, Captain Wilde,’ the woman said quietly.

He smiled, a hard and bitter expression. ‘Do you think you can please him?’ the captain asked.

The woman shrugged. She glanced coyly at Vincent, then turned her gaze away. ‘I don’t know,’ she ventured. ‘I guess so.’

The captain’s smile darkened. ‘And do you think I’ve punished you enough for your accident?’

Again, she shrugged. ‘I guess so,’ she told him. She dared to turn her face up and glance hopefully into his dark, foreboding face.

The captain’s smile was predatory. ‘We’ll have an arrangement,’ he said eventually. ‘Get down on your knees, and suck Vincent’s cock. I’ll cane your arse until you’ve made him come. Then we’ll consider you properly punished.’

‘Thank you, Captain.’ With eager anticipation, the brunette knelt down on the floor of the pilothouse. She reached forward and took hold of Vincent’s bare length in one hand. Lovingly, she caressed his cock before stroking it against the side of her face. Her fingers rolled it languidly back and forth, tugging the foreskin over the tip, then pulling it back down again.

With a sly smile, she glanced up at Vincent and traced her tongue along his length. She opened her mouth, her lips pursing eagerly, the corners wrinkling into a smile as she moved towards the end of his cock.

Vincent groaned.

Emily shuddered. Her fingers had found the lips of her labia. As she watched the trio, she teased herself slowly open, drawing the soft pad of her fingertip against the soft warmth of her sex. There was a burning heat between her legs. As she rubbed the tender folds of her pussy lips, Emily noticed for the first time how excited she was. The wetness of her arousal coated her lips. Barely aware she was masturbating, Emily continued to play with herself as she watched the events in the pilothouse.

‘Is she doing that satisfactorily, Vincent?’ the captain asked.

Vincent nodded. His lips were split by a broad grin. His eyes shone brightly with appreciation. ‘Perfectly satisfactory, Captain Wilde.’

The captain’s smile was a thin, cruel line. He raised his cane and held it high above his head. With a viciously sharp swing, he brought it down against the seat of the woman’s arse.

She gasped loudly. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense.

Vincent moaned excitedly.

Emily shivered and rubbed herself harder. Her fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy, stroking the skin and teasing the tip of her clitoris. With her other hand she had eased one breast from the confines of the bikini top. Slowly, deliberately and with just a little more pressure than was needed, she rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb. The nub was hard, tight and delightfully responsive. A wealth of sparkling sensations erupted from the taut bud, thrilling her with their intensity. Her breathing had deepened to a ragged gasp. She tried to stifle the sound, wary of giving herself away.

Vincent’s broad grin was almost splitting his face. His hands had fallen to the sides of the woman’s face and he held her against his rigid cock. The woman sucked eagerly on his length, her lips sliding slowly up and down his shaft. She reached her hand under Vincent’s balls and teased the shaven sac with her slender fingers.

From her position at the main hatch, Emily could see the woman’s fingers catch on a small, shiny padlock beneath Vincent’s balls. She instinctively knew that this was attached to the silver chain and the sight intrigued her.

Captain Wilde brought the cane down again. Repeatedly, he struck one cheek, then the other. The grin on his face was proof enough of his enjoyment as was the bulge at the front of his black shorts. He delivered blow after blow to her backside, each one harder than the last.

The brunette stiffened beneath every cutting stroke. She sucked harder with each vicious impact and seemed determined to end her punishment by making Vincent climax. The glimmer of excitement that shone in her eyes indicated her own enjoyment of the situation. Emily was in no position to tell for sure, but she guessed the woman was receiving more pleasure than pain from her beating. Her pierced nipples jutted hard from her small breasts, and the lips of her pussy glistened with dewy moisture.

‘This will teach you not to do it again,’ Captain Wilde growled. He punctuated each word with a blow from the cane.

The brunette pressed herself hard on Vincent’s cock. She swallowed the end to the back of her throat and glanced happily up at him.

‘Spill one drop of his come,’ the captain threatened, ‘and I’ll have Vincent stripe your arse while you suck me.’

Excited by his words, Emily stifled a groan. Her fingers were rubbing furiously at her swollen clit, rolling soft circles around the nub of eager flesh. She could sense an impending climax as it welled deep inside her. The strength of her arousal sent shivers to every muscle of her body. It took a massive effort of will-power to control her fingers so they could continue with their important work between her legs.

As she watched, a dark part of her mind envied the woman in the pilothouse. The idea of being used in such a way should have been abhorrent. She had always believed that good wholesome sex could only come from mutual understanding. Sex was the bonding of two like-minded adults pleasing one another. What she was witnessing was not sex. It was barbarism.

Excited beyond belief, she yearned for it. The idea of spanking someone, or being spanked, thrilled her immensely, bringing her orgasm even closer.

She splayed the lips of her labia wide apart and slid a finger deep into the wet depths of her pussy. Her climax was a whisper away: so close she could almost taste its sweet electric taste. She released her other breast from the bikini top and squeezed the nipple. Continuing to rub at herself furiously, she shivered as the first thrill of pleasure washed over her.

In the pilothouse, Vincent groaned a soft growl of elation. His hips bucked forward with the force of his climax and he pushed his length deep into the woman’s mouth.

She continued to suck hard on his cock, holding her buttocks high for the captain to strike them. He delivered a final, stinging blow and she screamed euphorically. Continuing to lick at Vincent’s flagging cock, the brunette smiled fondly up at him.

‘Let that be a lesson to you,’ the captain said, a smile twisting his lips. ‘I trust you won’t be so clumsy in future.’

Still aching from her ordeal in the lifeboat and quivering with the strength of her orgasm, Emily fell heavily to the deck. She neither knew nor cared if they had heard her in the pilothouse. Her satisfaction was so overwhelming it went beyond consequences.

A sound above her made her glance upwards. At first she thought it was the breeze filling the clipper’s sails.

The tall blonde woman stared down at her. A frown creased her lips. With her gaze fixed on Emily she called into the pilothouse. ‘Captain Wilde! I think you’d better come out here.’

The captain’s voice rose from inside. ‘Laura? What’s the problem, honey?’

The woman continued to glower down at Emily.

Embarrassed beneath her stare, Emily realised how dreadful she must have appeared. Her breasts had spilled from the top she wore and she still had one hand inside the pants of her bikini. The fact that the pants were now soiled with the cream of her climax only made Emily feel more uncomfortable. She tried to think of an explanation or an apology that would suit the situation but nothing came to mind.

‘I can’t decide what it is, Captain,’ The woman called back to him. ‘It’s either a stowaway or a peeping Tom. Do you want to come and help me decide what to do with her?’

Emily swallowed, nervously. She knew she was in trouble. Now, she just had to wait to find out how bad it was.

*   *   *

‘I know she’s in trouble,’ Roderick said with forced patience. ‘I just wish I knew how bad it was.’

Judy smiled sympathetically at him. ‘Are you worried about her?’

He nodded. ‘I was stupid leaving her alone,’ he told her. ‘We should never have argued.’ He sat heavily on the bed and rested his head in his hands. ‘What the hell has happened to her?’

Judy sat down next to him and put a comforting arm around Roderick’s shoulder. She gave him a reassuring squeeze and smiled encouragingly at him. ‘Don’t start blaming yourself, Roddy,’ she said quietly. ‘Emily’s a big girl. We both know she can look after herself.’

He snorted derisively. ‘In the boardroom she can look after herself. Out here she’s alone. She’s got no change of clothes, no money and no passport.’ He glared despondently around the room, desperately searching for inspiration.

It was the same hotel room he and Emily had shared the previous night and that fact alone made him uncomfortable. The room was slightly cleaner and a little more hospitable than some of the places they had stayed during the last week but it was nothing spectacular. Emily had described it as a prison cell with a mozzy net.

Judy put her hands on Roderick’s shoulders and began to massage him carefully. ‘You’re too tense,’ she told him earnestly. ‘Lighten up a little. We’ve done all the searching we can do for one day. We’ll carry on looking for her tomorrow. I doubt she’ll have gone far from the village.’

Reluctantly, Roderick nodded agreement. After the argument he had driven out of the village like a lunatic. Judy had remained silent in the passenger seat as he drove, save for the occasional hint about which road to take. An hour later, when they had used up all the dirt-road and were travelling along one of the more hospitable stretches of blacktop, Roderick’s conscience had pricked him.

‘We have to turn back and see if she’s all right,’ he had told Judy.

Silently, she had nodded agreement.

Roderick had done a smart U-turn on the road and headed back. The return journey had taken a little longer, but Judy had helped him with her usual levelheaded grasp of the terrain. When they returned to the hotel, he discovered Emily was no longer there. They had scoured the town, interviewed every one of the natives who they had been able to speak to and shouted themselves hoarse calling Emily’s name.

All their efforts had proved fruitless. Emily was still missing.

Sitting in the hotel room, Roderick began to wonder what had become of his fiancée.

Judy applied her fingers skilfully to his neck. She moved from his side and climbed on to the bed so she had better access to him. She had just finished showering in her room and her body still held the subtle fragrance of lightly perfumed soap. The towelling robe she wore hung loosely on her body. Had he bothered to look, Roderick would have noticed she was naked beneath the garment and making no attempt to conceal the fact.

‘That feels good,’ he said absently as Judy rubbed the stiff muscles on his neck. He was dressed only in a pair of jeans, having discarded his shirt because of the tropical heat. He rolled his shoulders into her deft fingers, allowing Judy to tease the knotted flesh. ‘That feels bloody good,’ he encouraged. He tensed for a moment as she tugged his hair, then realised she was releasing the band from his ponytail. As his long dark locks spilled over his shoulders he shook his head gently, flicking a little body into the mane.

‘Why don’t you lie down?’ Judy suggested. ‘You look like you need an all over massage.’

He turned to face her, a grateful smile twisting his lips. ‘I can’t tell you how good that sounds,’ he said honestly. ‘It’s been a bitch of a day.’ He started to move on to the bed and then turned a concerned frown on her. ‘You don’t mind doing this, do you? I mean, I’m not keeping you from going to bed or anything, am I?’

Judy grinned at him and pushed him easily on to the bed. ‘I wouldn’t have suggested it if I minded,’ she said practically. ‘Now lie down while I relieve all your tensions.’

He grunted dry laughter into the pillow. ‘I could do with that,’ he agreed, shifting centrally on the bed. He tried to free his mind of the day’s fraught legacy as she worked the heels of her hands into his shoulders. He had not realised until Judy began her massage just how badly he ached. Anxiety, worries and tension had knotted the muscles of his back into painful tight pockets.

Her hands worked slowly down his shoulders, stroking his slender back and kneading each hard bubble of tension. With his face buried in the pillow, he was unaware that her robe had fallen open.

Judy worked her hands further down his body, concentrating the tips of her fingers on the small of his back. She caressed his pale flesh, working the muscles beneath the skin until they were in a state of almost blissful relaxation. Continually, she moved her hands over him, touching, stroking and reassuring him.

‘You need to take your jeans off,’ she said quietly. ‘I can’t get to your back properly.’

Roderick stiffened. He half turned on the bed and stared up at her. Because she was his step-sister, he had never bothered to consider her properly and it felt as though he was looking at her for the first time. She had a pleasant face, he noted. Her sparkling green eyes always hinted at an air of cunning that was simultaneously frightening and exciting. Without the peroxide blonde highlights, her hair would have been a drab mousy colour but this did not trouble Roderick. He found her over-the-top appearance reassuringly glamorous. Staring up at her, he frowned uncertainly, trying not to let his gaze rest on the open folds of her gown.

‘I can’t take my jeans off,’ he said quietly. ‘I’m not wearing any shorts.’