Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  Roderick nodded. ‘I am enjoying it,’ he whispered.

  Emily stopped her grin from becoming too wide. ‘That’s good,’ she said encouragingly. ‘And you agree to submit to me?’

  He nodded again.

  Emily held her breath, waiting for him to say the words. She was holding the base of his cock hard in her hand, as though she was trying to squeeze a response from him. The seconds ticked slowly by and she realised Judy too had stopped sucking Roderick’s cock as she waited for his reply.

  Roderick stared at her. Emily had made it obvious that if he wanted to enjoy this sort of sex again he only had one option. She knew she had left him without choices, a fact confirmed by the triumphant smile on her face. ‘I agree,’ he said quietly. ‘I agree to submit to you.’

  Emily released his cock from her fingers and climbed off the bed. She slapped his cheek playfully and went to her jacket. Retrieving the key from the pocket, she went back to Roderick’s cock and released the padlock from his balls.

  Roderick sighed heavily with gratitude. The pulse in his cock was a furious drumbeat and he could feel himself nearing climax with the sensation of relief alone.

  Emily pushed Judy’s head away from the tip of Roderick’s cock and straddled his length. She pushed herself heavily on to his shaft and groaned happily with pleasure. It only took a few moments of riding him before she felt the familiar waves of pleasure sweeping over her. The rush of orgasm came as a climactic flood of joy. A scream of triumph broke her lips and she writhed and bucked her hips against him.

  Emily’s pleasure was too great for Roderick to contend with. Her inner muscles clamped against him so ferociously he could not hold off his own climax any longer. The seed shot from the base of his balls in a white hot explosion of delight.

  Emily continued to ride him until she felt sure he was completely spent. The aftermath of her orgasm was a soft ebb of exhilarating pleasure; she could have enjoyed it for the rest of the day. If she had not made more important plans, she would have been tempted to try and enjoy it anyway. She slid herself from Roderick’s failing member and began to fasten the chain around his balls again.

  ‘What are you doing?’ he murmured. ‘You said…’ His voice trailed off when he saw the questioning frown on her brow. He did not need reminding that she had not mentioned releasing him.

  Emily replaced her frown with a tight smile. She secured the padlock around the base of his balls and sat on the corner of the bed. Turning to Judy, she said, ‘Lick my pussy clean. As soon as you’ve finished, I want to talk to the pair of you.’

  Kneeling obligingly in front of her, Judy began to lick Roderick’s come from the lips of Emily’s sex.

  * * *

  Later, after Emily had dressed and Roderick had been released from his bondage, she explained what she wanted from them. ‘I want you to check into the best hotel in Havalaña,’ she explained. ‘You both have your instructions and you know what to do. There’s a fax machine downstairs in the lobby. You can make a start from there.’

  ‘You won’t be travelling to Havalaña with us?’ Judy asked, puzzled.

  Emily shook her head. ‘I still have a few details to sort out before our meeting. Just make sure you contact those people I’ve said, understand.’ She started towards the door, a confident spring in her step.

  When she had left the Amazon Maiden it had been her intention to punish them far more harshly than she did. While she was in the hotel room she had forced herself to calm down her punishment. Roderick and Judy deserved a lot worse than Emily could give them in two short hours, and Emily was going to make sure they got it. In giving precedence to her plans for the captain and his contract, she had gone easy on the couple.

  ‘What if you get to Havalaña and find we’re not there?’ Roderick asked quietly. He was staring at her levelly and she knew he was searching for a note of weakness.

  Emily smiled, intrigued by his defiance. She stepped back towards the bed where he sat and placed her hand on his length. His cock hardened to her touch and she teased his foreskin slowly backwards and forwards. ‘You’ll be there, Roderick,’ she said calmly. ‘And not just because you know I can fuck over your life back in England if you defy me.’

  He tried to maintain his charade of insolent defiance but it was a difficult mask to keep up beneath Emily’s austere frown. ‘Why else?’ he asked calmly. ‘Why else do you think I’ll be there?’

  Emily grinned and held up the key to the padlock. ‘You need to get to Havalaña so I can unfasten you,’ she explained. ‘I can’t see you explaining your way through customs with that fastened to your balls,’ she told him, glancing meaningfully at the padlock. ‘And I don’t think you’d trust yourself with a wire cutter.’ She moved her hand away from his cock and slapped his face hard.

  ‘Now remember, Roderick, I’m in charge. No more defiance. I only want your submission.’ She graced the pair of them with a smile and made her way quickly to the door of the hotel room. Waving cheerfully, she paused on her way out and said, ‘I’ll see you both tomorrow, in Havalaña.’ A dark frown crossed her brow and she added, ‘Fuck up my instructions, and you’ll both be in trouble.’ The expression disappeared before it could be properly seen. She grinned again and stepped through the door into the hotel corridor. ‘Have a nice journey down there,’ she told them.

  Eight

  Emily stepped over the rails and steadied her feet on the deck of the Amazon Maiden. She smiled, proud of herself at the easy way she had climbed on board, having found it a difficult and awkward task the last two times. This time it had felt like the most natural thing in the world.

  ‘Son of a bitch,’ Captain Wilde muttered sourly.

  Laura grinned. ‘Another victory to me, I believe,’ she chirruped jubilantly. ‘I told you she’d come back.’

  Captain Wilde stormed over to Emily. ‘I thought we’d seen the last of you.’

  Emily returned his hard gaze defiantly. ‘Our arrangement was for you to take me to Havalaña, wasn’t it?’

  He glared ferociously at her. ‘It wasn’t an arrangement,’ he said tersely. ‘And I never said I’d “take you” there.’ He rolled his eyes and turned to his wife for sympathy. ‘She makes it sound like a fucking pleasure cruise!’

  Laura pushed her husband out of the way and linked arms with Emily, leading her towards the main hatch. ‘Ignore my husband,’ she said cheerfully. ‘He’s just a bad loser. Although, after the practice he’s had since you arrived, I thought he might have improved.’

  ‘Don’t exhaust her, honey,’ Captain Wilde called after them. ‘I’m still the captain of this boat, and I do have rights.’

  Waving nonchalantly at him, Laura led Emily below deck towards her quarters. As they walked, Emily stared longingly at the door to the captain’s cabin. She desperately wanted to get another glance at the contract before tomorrow’s business meeting. Her mind was still unclear on one or two points she had read concerning the management of the account. Determined to put one over on the captain, Emily wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she was contending against. Sadly, she realised that Laura had other plans. Knowing that the contract would have to wait until later, Emily followed the captain’s wife into her cabin.

  ‘How did your time ashore go?’ Laura asked. ‘Did you find your friends?’

  Carefully, Emily nodded. Her plans for revenge were so close to the forefront of her mind Laura’s words made her suspicious of being discovered. She knew she was just being paranoid, but because she had never been involved in intrigue like this before she could not help herself. ‘Everything went quite well,’ she said cautiously.

  ‘Yet you’re back on board the Amazon Maiden?’ Laura noted.

  Emily nodded. ‘I told them to meet me in Havalaña,’ she explained. ‘They’re going to contact the British Consul and sort out my missing paperwork themselves. I should be able to turn up at the last minute and simply sign the appropriate documents.’ She trailed slowly behind as she walked, forcing
herself to remember that she was meant to be submissive and servile. After the two hours she had spent in Enoba, Emily felt anything but servile.

  She was still riding high on the wave of euphoria that had come from dominating Roderick and Judy. However, because she did not want Laura or the captain to suspect any of her plans, Emily knew she had to act like a submissive again.

  ‘And was there another reason why you came back aboard the boat?’ Laura asked as she entered her cabin.

  Emily swallowed. Her heart was already pounding furiously in her chest. Laura’s question seemed to point directly at a clear knowledge of what she intended. ‘Another reason?’ Emily asked nervously. ‘I’m not sure I understand what you mean.’ She closed the cabin door then turned around. She was not surprised to see Laura standing naked in front of her. The robe she had been wearing was pooled around her ankles. Her ample breasts, slender waist and pale pubic bush were being displayed to perfection. In spite of her nervousness, Emily grinned.

  ‘I think you did have another reason for coming back,’ Laura said quietly. She took a step towards Emily, a salacious smile spreading her lips. ‘And I think I know what it is.’

  Emily tried to suppress the rising wave of panic that built in her chest. She watched Laura reach for the jacket she was wearing.

  The woman’s fingers deftly began to tease the buttons open. ‘There’s no need to hide it any longer,’ Laura assured her. ‘Your motives aren’t that obvious. It’s just that, I can always tell with this sort of thing.’

  Emily felt her jacket fall to the floor. Her breasts were bared and she realised dully that the nipples were hard and aching. She tried to ignore the sensation, concentrating on Laura and the disconcerting revelations she hinted at. ‘Is it that obvious?’ she asked carefully.

  Laura nodded and smiled reassuringly. ‘Yes, it is to me.’ She unfastened the button at Emily’s waist and lowered the zipper, allowing her trousers to fall to the floor.

  Dressed only in her panties, Emily stood inches away from the naked woman. Her heart beat so furiously in her chest she was sure it would explode.

  ‘I just know people,’ Laura went on. ‘From the moment I first saw you, I thought you fitted into one of two categories. You were either truly submissive, or really dominant. Sometimes those sorts of people are so similar, it’s hard to tell the difference.’ She laughed and added, ‘Sometimes, they don’t even know it themselves until they’ve experienced one or the other.’

  ‘And which am I?’ Emily asked. She felt Laura’s hand caress the sensitive flesh of her neck, her fingers quickly trailing down to the swell of her breast. ‘Which category do I fall into?’

  ‘I think that’s obvious, isn’t it?’ Laura whispered softly. ‘We both know why you came back.’ Her finger had reached the thatch of dark curly hairs nestling above Emily’s sex. The intimacy of her touch was infuriatingly exciting. Her fingertips seemed to emit an electric pulse of arousal.

  Emily closed her eyes, not daring to breathe. ‘Why did I come back?’

  Laura placed a soft, tender kiss on Emily’s shoulder. ‘I think –’ she began, moving her fingers through the swatch of pubic hair. ‘I think you’re truly submissive and you wanted to come back to enjoy the last leg of our journey to Havalaña.’

  Emily opened her eyes wide with surprised relief.

  ‘Am I right?’ Laura asked softly.

  She had been holding her breath so carefully, Emily gasped for air before replying. She fought to suppress a triumphant grin, delighted that her true motivations remained a secret. ‘I hadn’t really thought about it,’ she replied tactfully. ‘I suppose you could be right.’

  Laura’s fingers reached the lips of her pussy and Emily felt the tingle of her arousal swell into a euphoric roar. Using her index and ring finger she gently spread the lips of Emily’s sex. Slowly, she drew her middle finger against the hot wet opening between Emily’s legs.

  Emily gasped and closed her eyes. Her relief quickly gave way to sexual excitement. She wanted to embrace and caress the woman in front of her. Laura’s lips were a kiss away from her own, and she wanted to thank the woman properly for the pleasure she was provoking. Reminding herself that she was supposed to act like a submissive aboard the boat, Emily stood still as Laura fondled her. It took a stupendous effort of will-power not to reach out and touch her, but Emily managed it. Her concentration was so rapt, Emily did not even notice when Laura stepped away. The first thing she realised was when Laura spoke to her from the other side of the cabin.

  ‘Help me into this,’ she commanded briskly. ‘There’s something I want to ask you.’ She was holding a strap-on dildo in her hand, the black straps dangling limply from one end.

  Emily took the device and glanced curiously at it. She had used a vibrator before she came aboard the Amazon Maiden, and since being on the boat she had used a wide variety of dildos. But none of them compared to the huge weapon she held in her hands. The ones she had used before had either been ivory coloured rocket ships or pale imitations of erections moulded in a vile pink colour. This was a huge length of ebony latex. Her fingers squeezed the middle, finding a good deal of pliancy in spite of its solid hardness. The dildo felt as much like a cock as the real thing with one exception. Emily could never imagine a cock of such gigantic proportions. The strap-on was enormous. She hurried herself into action, aware that Laura was waiting patiently for her. As she fastened the device between the woman’s legs and around her waist, Emily whispered, ‘What did you want to ask me?’

  Laura smiled down at her. ‘What are you going to do when you return to England?’

  It was a surprising question and Emily considered it carefully before replying. ‘I hadn’t thought,’ she replied honestly. ‘Since I found myself stranded, I saw home as a goal. I hoped everything would go back to normal when I got there.’ She smiled sadly, realising how fanciful this idea was. ‘I suppose I should give that part of my plan a bit of a re-think,’ she went on. ‘I’ve begun to forget what “normal” is like.’ She smiled into Laura’s face, the expression tinged with genuine sadness.

  Laura’s question made Emily realise how little thought she had given the matter. Regardless of how the business meeting went in Havalaña, she would be going home the following day, if the British Consul could work that quickly. Whether her plans for revenge were successful or not, she knew that when she returned home things would have changed.

  She had gone on holiday with her fiancé and his step-sister. She would be returning to England with two submissive lovers and a new found knowledge of sex that she could never have contemplated before. Her hopes of life returning to normal vanished as she realised she had forgotten what normality was.

  She stepped away from the fastened strap-on and briefly admired her handiwork. Laura looked stunning with the prosthetic cock attached. Its enormous size and girth stood proudly before her, emphasising her slenderness and perversely accentuating her femininity.

  ‘Lay down,’ Laura instructed Emily. ‘I want to make love to you.’

  Emily climbed on to the bed and lay on her back. She opened her arms to welcome Laura as she joined her.

  Hazy midday sunlight filled the cabin with a cheerful bright light, reflecting Emily’s mood of fun and adventure. With the strap-on dildo, Laura seemed like the perfect lover. The combination of her feminine curves and desirable beauty, coupled with the enormous cock she was sporting made for a dynamic blend.

  They kissed passionately.

  Emily could taste the woman’s excitement as Laura plunged her tongue into her mouth. Her hands went instinctively to Laura’s hips and she traced her slenderness with the heels of her hands. Between her legs, she could feel the strap-on dildo pushing urgently against the heat of her sex.

  As Laura kissed her, her hands caressed Emily’s body. She bucked her hips forward, pressing the tip of the dildo against the wetness of Emily’s labia. With one languid thrust, she entered her.

  Emily gasped, shocked and excited by
the stimulation.

  Laura continued to kiss her, pushing her tongue eagerly into Emily’s mouth. Her hands and fingers caressed and stroked the wanton curves of Emily’s body. Slowly, she forced the strap-on deeper into the velvety depths of Emily’s sex.

  Emily groaned with pleasure. The strap-on seemed to fill her and carry on filling her. Its enormous girth stretched the lips of her pussy wide as it plunged inside. The inner walls of her vagina struggled to accommodate the mammoth size. Tentatively, she squeezed herself against it and was thrilled by the waves of delight that screamed through her. When the dildo reached the neck of her womb, Emily released a low guttural cry of joy.

  The feeling of excitement welling quickly inside her made Emily realise her orgasm was just a whisper away. As Laura began to withdraw the dildo from the warm confines of her hole, Emily pushed her hips forward, trying to keep the length within her.

  Laura eased herself back until the tip had almost fallen from the lips of Emily’s pussy. Still moving slowly, she began to push it back inside again. The rhythm was so measured and deliberate that Emily was soon lost in a world of delightful, strange stimulation. She kissed Laura’s mouth hungrily, her fingers stroking and teasing the blonde’s hips, waist and breasts. She teased Laura’s nipples, aware that the hard buds of her arousal were pressing furiously against her own.

  Throughout their love-making, Emily felt debilitated by a wealth of pleasure. This was how making love should be done properly, she thought. No dominance, no submission; just two people, indulging in the art of mutual pleasure. The act was not normal, she realised that much. Laura was sporting an artificial penis and they were both women, but that did not matter. All that mattered was that they were two equals, loving one another as equals. After all the pain, humiliation and cruelty of the last week, Emily felt liberated by the experience.

  Emily bucked her hips furiously back and forth. Her pussy eager to savour the sweet pleasure of the strap-on’s massive girth. With her hands on Laura’s arse she cupped and caressed the rounded cheeks. As Laura began to pull away, Emily tried to hold herself against the dildo.