Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  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.

  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.

  Aft
er 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.

  Six

  ‘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 th
at 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.