'Is there anywhere I could change?' Tim asked.
'Of course, there's a cloakroom,' Malcolm said, indicating a small wooden door to the side of the spiral staircase.
'Thanks,' he said, hastily picking up the clothes and disappearing inside.
'That suits you,' Malcolm said.
'Do you think so?' Corinda twirled around. 'Your husband's really very attractive,' she said. 'I'd love to have sex with him.'
Candy laughed. 'Well, you get right to the point, don't you?'
'Am I wrong to say that?' Corinda asked anxiously. 'I'm sorry if that's embarrassing. I'm afraid I'm not very up on social etiquette, especially when it comes to sex.'
'I'm very flattered,' Malcolm said, winking at his wife.
'But have I offended you?'
'Not at all. It's nice to find someone so open on the subject of sex. Most people play games and never come out with the truth.'
'Tim told me about that,' Corinda said. 'I think it's a bit silly.'
'He's obviously not so broadminded,' Candy said.
Tim walked out of the cloakroom. 'What's that?' he asked.
'I was telling Malcolm, I would really like to have sex with him,' Corinda explained.
Tim gulped. 'What?'
'Your friend appears to be very uninhibited in expressing her feelings,' Candy said. She sat in a cone-shaped armchair and crossed her legs. The white satin of her robe fell away to reveal an expanse of tanned, slender thigh.
'I must apologise. The thing is she's had a rather unusual upbringing.'
'They didn't mind, Tim. I told you it's better to be honest about these things,' she said.
'So what brings you out here in the middle of the night, with no fuel and no clothes?' Malcolm asked.
Tim sat down again. 'It really is a long story.'
'Please, we're fascinated,' Candy said.
They shared the telling. Tim told them about the Chaste legacy, Corinda about her education on the island and the shipwreck, and Tim concluded with the story of how they had both been kept prisoner on the island, leaving out his treatment at the hands of Eloisa.
'Where do you want to go, incidentally?' Malcolm asked.
'Well ultimately London, but if you could drop us off at the nearest port...' Tim replied.
'Don't be silly.' He looked directly at his wife. 'We're heading for Southampton. You're quite welcome to hitch a lift. No problem is it, darling?'
'No problem,' Candy agreed, getting to her feet. 'I think you'd probably like to get some sleep after all your adventures. Come on, Malcolm, let's show them to a nice comfortable cabin.'
'Absolutely,' he said. 'This way.' He smiled at his wife and their eyes met in a meaningful look.
Candy led the way down the spiral stairs and along a narrow companionway, the walls of which were lined with panels of highly varnished light oak, set in brass. She opened one of the small doors.
'There's a bathroom, and there should be towels and everything you need. Sleep well,' she said.
'Yes,' Malcolm added. 'Just relax, and don't worry about a thing.'
The couple headed back the way they had come, leaving Tim and Corinda to file into the bedroom. It was not large but well appointed, with a double bed facing two built-in wardrobes in the middle of which was a vanity unit. On a shelf above this was a television. The wardrobes and the walls of the room were lined with pale varnished sycamore, and the counterpane of the bed was a green and black tartan. The carpet too was dark green.
Corinda gazed out of one of the brass portholes, but could see nothing but a few stars. 'We've really hit lucky,' she said.
'They seem like a nice couple,' Tim agreed.
'Very nice. He's almost as handsome as you.' They took turns to shower in the small bathroom, Tim allowing Corinda to go first. She had pulled back the counterpane on the bed and was lying naked across the white linen sheets by the time he finished and came back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
'Are you too tired?' Corinda asked.
'Too tired for what?' he said.
'Too tired to ravish me,' she replied. She got up on her knees and grabbed a corner of the towel, pulling it away from his hips. 'I've learnt a lot since we were last together.'
'Have you? I feared the worst.' He looked concerned.
'Oh, don't worry.' She dropped the towel on the floor and cupped her breasts in her hands. 'If you want the truth, I enjoy it. I had no idea sex could be so interesting. I've made my mind up to have a lot of it.'
'Did you?' Tim was experiencing the same dilemma he had suffered on the yacht a week earlier. The girl had been his responsibility, his charge, for the last year since his father had died. He shouldn't really be responding to her sexually. But he found it impossible to resist her. She was making his penis harden rapidly.
'Oh yes. I learnt what men like, Tim. Do you like black stockings, for instance? Shiny, sheer black stockings? Do you like taut black suspenders and high-heeled shoes? Can you imagine what I look like in them?'
'Yes,' he said, hardly able to form the word, his mouth dry.
'Look, you've got an erection already and I haven't even touched you,' she said, pointing at his penis, now almost vertical.
'I told you before, Corinda, I'm not sure we should be doing this.'
'Don't you want me to suck it?' She scrambled across the bed and licked the tip of his glans.
'Corinda!' he protested. But he didn't have the strength to pull away as her lips closed over his cock.
'She's so enthusiastic.'
'And so sexy.'
Malcolm was lying back on the double bed in the master bedroom. Opposite the bed, built into the wall, was a large television screen.
'Oh, my God, you really have learnt about sex, haven't you?' Tim said.
His voice was tinny, the hidden microphone small and producing too much treble. Malcolm decided he must get it changed for a better model. But the picture was crystal clear. The video camera was concealed in the television above the vanity unit, and he could see Corinda's cheeks dimpling as she sucked Tim's cock, her breasts swinging gently as she leant forward.
'I wonder what she's like with a woman,' Candy said. She was standing by the side of the bed, brushing her long black hair. She had stripped off her robe and was naked. Her body was slender as a result of a carefully controlled diet and regular exercise. Her legs were shapely, her breasts round and firm, with large areolae and dark nipples. Her belly was flat and her mons was covered with thick black hair.
'You can't wait to get your hands on her, can you?' he said.
'Come on, you can do better than that,' Candy scolded. 'Not so fast.'
On either side of her husband were two girls; a short-haired blonde and a redhead. Both wore red leather corsets laced at the back, with quarter-cup bras that left their breasts exposed. They each wore a red leather collar and cuffs around their wrists. The cuffs were chained to a ring in front of the collar making them hold their hands up under their chins. The redhead was kneeling with her head bobbing up and down in Malcolm's lap, his cock deep in her mouth.
Candy slapped her buttocks with the palm of her hand. The girl slowed her movements, taking longer to work her mouth up and down.
'Oh Tim, you feel so good.' Corinda had pulled her mouth from Tim's cock and straightened up. She kissed him, her lips crushing against his. 'Please fuck me,' she said breathlessly. 'Please, I've thought about it so much.'
They watched as Corinda slid back on to the bed. She opened her legs and arched her buttocks, angling her sex up at Tim. The camera picked up every detail. They could see her labia as they opened to reveal the pink nub of her clitoris and the scarlet wetness of her vagina.
'Look at that,' Malcolm said. 'The little bitch is begging for it.'
Candy propped a pillow against the padded headboard and lay on the bed next to the blonde. She spread her legs apart to reveal the dark thatch of her pubic hair. 'Come on,' she said, 'get your head down.'
Awkwardly, with her hands tied to her neck, the girl slithered down the bed. Lying on her stomach she wriggled until her mouth was within range of Candy's sex. She extended her tongue and parted the thick black hair, searching for her clitoris.
'Mmm...' Candy shuddered as the girl's tongue found its target.
On the television screen Tim was on top of Corinda, as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back.
'Now I've got you,' her tinny voice said over the speaker. She squeezed her thighs. The tone of her voice changed. 'Oh Tim, that's what I've wanted...'
They could see him buck his hips. His cock parted her sex lips and slipped effortlessly into the depths of her vagina, disappearing completely.
'Use your fingers,' Candy ordered. The blonde between her legs manoeuvred one hand so she could push her fingers into the woman's sex.
'They're well trained,' Malcolm said, taking his eyes off the screen long enough to watch the blonde working on his wife.
'You're making me come,' Corinda said, attracting Malcolm's attention back to the screen.
Tim was powering his cock in and out of her. The little microphone picked up Corinda's moans of delight.
'I know,' Tim whispered into her ear. 'I can feel it.'
'Don't you wish you were giving it to her?' Candy said.
'Oh yes.'
'Do you want to come now?' Candy asked.
'Yes. This is a real turn on.'
'Come over my tits then.'
Malcolm got to his knees, pushed the redhead away and worked himself around so his cock was over his wife's breasts. The girl's saliva had made it wet. He look up at the television screen. Corinda had pulled Tim onto his back and was straddling his hips, the tip of his penis just parting her labia.
'This is like we were before,' Corinda said.
'Lick my balls,' Malcolm ordered.
The redhead rolled onto her back behind him, her head between his thighs, her mouth directly under his balls. She reached up and sucked them into her mouth. By the nature of her bondage her hands were held tight against his buttocks. She insinuated one finger to his anus and pushed it home.
'Good,' he said approvingly. 'Very good.'
'Come for me, darling,' Candy said, her own body pulsing with excitement, torn between watching the screen and watching her husband's cock.
'Come for me, Tim,' Corinda said. She sank down, forcing him deeper into her sex. Her right hand groped behind her back until her fingers fastened around his scrotum.
'Oh God,' Tim moaned.
Malcolm felt his spunk rising. The redhead was good. But then all the girls he bought from Constantine were good. He had no idea how he trained them or got them to cooperate so readily with their new masters, but his trips to Constantine's island were always a delight. It was not all pleasure, of course. It was business too. Malcolm was a middle man. He paid Constantine a good price for all sorts of merchandise, to sell on at a profit, in London or Paris. But he made most from the girls. He had a client in Odessa, with a castle overlooking the Black Sea that had once belonged to Czar Nicholas I. He paid a great deal of money for the privilege of having first choice of the girls. What he didn't want he usually sent to Morocco at nothing like as healthy a mark-up. Fortunately the Russian wanted the two girls they had just picked up. They were on their way to deliver them now.
The redhead skewered her finger deeper into his anus and sucked harder on his balls, as he worked his hand up and down on his erection. He looked at the television, at Corinda riding Tim. He glanced down at his wife, the blonde's tongue buried in her pubic hair. Candy caught his eye.
'Spunk for me,' she said.
And he did. He was surrounded by sex, live and on the screen; too much provocation to hold out any longer. An arc of spunk shot out of his cock and splattered down onto the round cushions of his wife's tanned breasts.'
That was the last straw for her too. She closed her thighs, trapping the girl's face between them and ground her sex against her mouth, coming violently, her clitoris pulsing.
'Can you believe our luck?' Malcolm said when they had both recovered, watching eagerly as their new guests abandoned themselves to their own fevered orgasms.
Tim couldn't sleep. He lay on the bed with his eyes open. Something was wrong. He knew instinctively something was wrong. He lay on the bed staring out of the portholes at the stars, sparkling against the dark sky.
Corinda's breathing was regular. She was curled up on her side, naked. The night was too hot for even a single sheet. He could see she had fallen asleep with a smile on her face.
Something was wrong. He tried to concentrate on what it was. The Arlingtons had been perfectly charming. They had said and done nothing to alarm him in anyway, and yet he had this strange feeling of foreboding.
It wasn't until the first signs of light that he realised what it was. They were sailing into the sunrise, heading east, not west, not towards Gibraltar. They hadn't changed course all night so it couldn't just be a temporary heading to get around some obstacle. They were definitely not going to England.
Slipping out of bed he pulled on the borrowed shorts and T-shirt and stole silently out of the cabin, not wanting to disturb Corinda. He headed down the companionway. He had to find the Arlingtons. He was angry with them for lying. If they were going east he would demand they dropped them off at the nearest port.
He tried all the doors in the passage but they were locked. At the other side of the spiral stairs there was a wider corridor. At the far end there were double doors that looked as if they might be the master suite. Finding them unlocked he flung them open. The luxurious bedroom beyond was empty. Closing the doors he tried the one a little further back. Again it was open but the room was dark. He groped around until he found a light switch.
A metal hook was set into the ceiling in the centre of the small space. A chain hung down from it, the end of which was clipped to a D-ring at the front of the red leather collars around two girls' necks. Their hands were attached to the collars too. Apart from red leather corsets they were both naked. Gags had been stuffed into their mouths and strapped around their heads, their lips stretched around black rubber balls.
Tim recognised the girls immediately. From the window of his cell he had seen Eloisa escorting them into the beach house on three occasions. There was only one explanation as to why they were here now. The Arlingtons were in league with Constantine.
'Good morning.'
Tim spun round. Malcolm Arlington stood in the doorway. Two burly men stood behind him. 'An attractive picture, don't you think?'
'What are they doing here?' Tim said angrily.
'Get him out.'
The two men moved forward and pulled Tim out into the corridor. Malcolm slammed the door behind him.
'Like you, they think they are on their way to London, where they imagine I will free them. Like you they are going to be sadly disappointed.'
'You got them from Constantine.'
Candy appeared behind her husband's back. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit with a plunging neckline. 'Of course,' she said. 'And your bad luck has provided us with another prize.'
'We've been debating whether to keep her to ourselves or sell her on. We still can't decide,' Malcolm said.
'You, unfortunately,' Candy added, 'are surplus to requirements, however much I might fancy you.' She ran her hand over the front of Tim's shorts. 'Pity. Quite a weapon you've got there. Still, can't have everything.'
'Of course we realised you'd guess the truth when the sun came up. Which is why we don't allow them,' he gestured to the closed door, 'on deck, and why we've been waiting for you. The thing is, you are going to have to make a choice now, Mr Morrison. I can have my men throw you overboard; we're at least a hundred miles from land. Or I'll cut you adrift in your boat. Which would you prefer?'
'You bastard,' Tim said.
'Now if you would prefer the boat, then you are going to have to write a letter to your little friend. Just to say that you de
cided to go ashore to try and contact...'
'Arabella?' Candy suggested.
'Yes, that's right.'
'And what good will that do you?'
'Not a lot. It will buy us her cooperation for a while. She is very cooperative, isn't she? And we're both very much looking forward to cooperating with her. Aren't we, darling?'
'Mmm... very much.'
'If she notices we're heading east we'll tell her it's just a little detour to pick up a friend. Something like that. So I'm afraid you have to decide. What do you want to do, Mr Morrison?'
Chapter Eleven
'Good morning. I hope you slept well.'
Candy set the tray down on the bed. There was coffee and croissants, jam and butter, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on a starched pink linen cloth.
Corinda woke slowly. The unexpected time change that had occurred when she'd escaped from the house had left her exhausted. For a moment she could not remember where she was. She looked around the cabin.
'Where's Tim?'
'Oh, he was up early. Apparently he's worried about Arabella. He decided, as we were passing a port, to put ashore to try and contact her. He said you'd understand. She'll obviously be worried sick. Here, he wrote you a note.'
Candy handed her a folded piece of paper. The note confirmed everything she had said.
'We've got a helicopter pad on deck. He's going to fly back when he's got through to her.'
'He's right. I've been worried about her too.' Corinda felt a wave of affection for him. He always thought of the right thing to do. It would be a terrific relief if Arabella knew they were safe. 'I'm starving.'
'No wonder; it's almost lunchtime. You've been asleep for hours. When you've finished we'll show you around the yacht.'
'That would be nice. You're really being so kind.'
'Not at all. It's our pleasure.'
Almost before Candy had closed the door behind her Corinda devoured the orange juice and a croissant. She spread jam thickly on a second, and then a third. Her adventures had left her ravenous.
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