Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  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 t
houghts 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.

  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.�
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  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.’