She showered and washed her hair, then wrapped herself in one of the pink bath towels stacked in the bathroom, and found her way along the companionway and up the spiral staircase. The main stateroom led on to a large sundeck where Candy lay naked on her front on one of two white loungers.
'Hi,' she said. 'Feeling better?'
'Great,' Corinda said, staring at Candy's curvaceous bottom. She felt a wave of desire. It appeared her sexual impulses were never far from the surface. 'You're very beautiful.'
'Thank you. I try to keep in shape.'
'Do you like having sex with other women?'
Candy laughed. 'You are uninhibited, aren't you?'
'Shouldn't I say that?'
'Of course you should. Your openness is charming. And yes, I love having sex with women and men.'
Corinda sat on the other lounger. It was good to feel the sun on her body again. She slipped out of the towel without a second thought.
'Tim doesn't seem to think so,' she said.
'What?'
'About my openness. He finds it embarrassing.'
'He's very conventional. Some people can be very stuffy about sex. Malcolm and I are different.' Candy turned over onto her back, her breasts exposed to the sun.
'Stuffy?'
'Uncomfortable.'
'Why? I think it's just the best thing in the world. I mean, looking at you now. It makes me feel all squirmy inside.' She pressed her hand against her tummy. She found it hard to take her eyes off Candy's body. It reminded her of Arabella. 'Your breasts are so firm,' she said. 'I'd love to kiss them.'
'Feel free.'
Corinda slipped to her knees on the polished wooden deck and cupped Candy's right breast in her hand. She kissed the nipple lightly and felt it stiffen, her own doing exactly the same thing. She reached over and sucked the left nipple into her mouth. Her hand caressed Candy's belly, brushing against her pubic hair.
'Am I allowed to do this?' she asked.
'Of course. I told you, I love it.' Candy moved one leg until it was hanging over the edge of the lounger, her foot on the deck, leaving her sex exposed.
Corinda's finger worked its way between her labia. She found her clitoris. It pulsed as her finger touched it.
'Oh darling, that's lovely,' Candy said. 'Kiss me.'
Corinda pressed her lips to Candy's. She felt the woman's tongue dancing against her own.
'Well, that's a pretty picture.' Malcolm Arlington was standing in the stateroom doorway. 'Is this a private party or can anyone join in?' He was wearing a pair of yellow swimming trunks. His penis was already beginning to distend the tight material.
'She's got a lovely touch,' his wife said.
'I bet. Why don't I get the girls and we'll have a real party?'
'Good idea,' Candy agreed. Malcolm walked back inside.
'What girls?'
'You'll see. Don't stop.' Candy caught Corinda by the wrist and moved it up and down so her finger slid against her clitoris. 'Like that,' she said.
'You're very wet.'
'I know. You're very exciting.'
Corinda felt Candy tense. She kissed her breasts again, moving from one to the other, pinching both nipples with her teeth, each pinch cranking up the tension in Candy's body. Corinda saw her head arch back and the sinews of her throat stretch. She stroked her finger up and down. She had made Arabella come like this so many times and loved to watch it.
'Yes, darling, yes, that's perfect,' Candy muttered.
Her mouth opened wide and she shuddered, her body twitching twice in quick succession before the tension melted away. Immediately she closed her legs. 'No more,' she said.
'I'm so excited,' Corinda said, hoping Candy was going to reciprocate, as Arabella always had.
'Good. Come on. Let's go and see what Malcolm's organised for us.'
'Aren't we going to...?'
'Don't worry, darling, your turn will come.' That, she knew, was an understatement.
The small table was slightly lower than waist height. It had sturdy legs and its top was padded with suede. The two girls stood on either side of it. They were still wearing their red corsets, but they also wore tight leather helmets that covered their heads entirely, apart from holes for their eyes and mouths. The helmet could not contain the redhead's hair, which was pulled through the lacing at the back to form a ponytail. They awaited instructions, eager to please the Arlingtons, prepared to do anything that would assure them safe passage away from Constantine.
Malcolm masked them in case Corinda had seen them on Constantine's island. She would find out the truth soon enough, but for the moment he wanted her acquiescence.
'Are you ready for us?' Candy asked, opening the door. The designer of the boat had intended the room as a gymnasium. The Arlingtons had converted it to their own purposes.
Corinda slipped inside and Candy closed the door. Malcolm was naked. A black leather strap was buckled tightly around the base of his erection and under his balls, and he'd had one of the girls apply oil to it so it shone under the lights. Candy kissed him, wriggling her naked body against him. The oil left a trail on her belly.
Corinda just stared at Malcolm's erection.
The girls had been told what to do. Candy sat on the edge of the table, then leant back. The surface was just large enough to accommodate her head and her torso, leaving her legs over the edge.
Corinda watched as the girls took Candy's wrists and buckled them into leather cuffs at the top corners of the table. Malcolm operated a small winch attached to a pulley over Candy's head. Hanging from the pulley by a rope was a metal bar with leather cuffs on each end. He lowered it until it was resting on Candy's chest and the rope was slack. The redhead took hold of it, pulled it all the way down to Candy's ankles, and fitted them one by one into the cuffs.
Malcolm operated the winch again, this time in the opposite direction. Corinda watched as Candy's legs were hauled upward, until her ankles were above her shoulders and her legs were pulled back at a forty-five degree angle to her torso. With her buttocks poised over the edge of the table, and her legs spread apart, her sex and anus were exposed.
'Well now, shall we begin?' Malcolm said.
The redhead stood in front of Candy's sex. She put her hands on either side of Candy's buttocks and leant forward, pushing her mouth against her sex and straightening her back, her legs apart. Candy moaned as the girl's tongue nudged against her sensitised clit.
Malcolm took the redhead by the hips and slid his cock into her. Corinda felt the excitement she had experienced on the sundeck coiling itself tighter within her body. Malcolm drove his cock deep into the girl's vagina.
'Does this excite you?' he asked Corinda.
'Yes,' she said breathlessly, her sex throbbing.
'Your turn then,' he said, pulling the redhead back. 'Do the same thing.'
Corinda moved into position quickly. She planted her mouth on Candy's sex and stuck her buttocks out just as the redhead had done. She pushed her tongue into Candy's vagina, and felt Malcolm's hands seizing her hips and his erection parting her labia. She wriggled her bottom against him and trapped his glans with her vagina.
Candy heard and felt the exclamation of pleasure Corinda made as she was penetrated. She loved the feeling of being bound and spread like this. She felt an orgasm beginning to grow, the first tingling sensations making her squirm. Corinda's tongue was wonderfully artful.
'My tits,' she hissed to the blonde. Immediately the girl's hands massaged and kneaded the firm flesh. She took hold of Candy's nipples and pulled her breasts up by them, stretching the flesh. 'Yes, yes,' Candy cried. They were supposed to use the blonde too, that was the plan; to have all three girls one after the other, each a human bridge between husband and wife. But Candy did not want to be parted from Corinda. Her mouth was too soft, her tongue too hot and too adept. Her orgasm was exploding. She strained against her bonds, her muscles taut, the constriction increasing her pleasure as it always did. Then the bubble of lust burst and she was flood
ed with a torrent of pleasure as her entire body spasmed.
Corinda thrust back on Malcolm's cock, Candy's climax provoking her own.
'Not yet,' he said pulling away, his cock slipping from her sex with a plop.
'Please,' she begged.
'I've got something more special in mind. Trust me,' he said.
The girls were unstrapping Candy's wrists and ankles. 'Very special,' she assured her.
'Here.' Malcolm went to a wooden frame like a single bed. It was covered with a thin mattress. 'Kneel up on here.'
Corinda was tingling. She knelt on all fours on the mattress. 'Like this?'
'Yes, just like that,' he said.
Candy got to her feet. She took a large vibrator from one of the storage units, and what looked like a tube of toothpaste.
'By the side of her,' she barked at the girls, who immediately knelt on the floor on either side of the frame.
'What are you going to do?' Corinda's voice was husky with excitement.
'Hush,' Candy said.
Malcolm knelt on the frame behind Corinda, his cock gleaming with her juices. She wriggled against it. She wanted to feel it driving into her again, filling her and opening her.
Candy knelt on the floor too. She unscrewed the cap of the tube and squeezed a colourless cream over her husband's erection. She rubbed more into the bud of Corinda's anus, then nudged the tip of the dildo against Corinda's clit.
'Have you used one of these before?'
'Yes,' Corinda replied. It moved and she felt it nose into her vagina. 'No,' she said, pouting. 'I want the real thing.' After the life of a real cock the dildo was a poor substitute.
'You're going to get it, don't worry,' Malcolm said, holding her hips firmly.
As Candy eased the dildo into her sex, Corinda felt the man's cock centre on her slippery, oiled anus. At first she thought it was the prelude to him working lower, but suddenly realised it was not. He was pushing.
'God... oh God,' she cried. A surge of excitement rushed through her so intensely she thought she might come. The dildo pushed deeper as the ring of muscles at her anus locked, then relaxed and his cock slid into her. She felt an extraordinary mixture of pain and pleasure. The cock paused, then pressed again and a second wave shot through her, except this time the pleasure was much stronger than the pain.
The two hooded girls each took one of her breasts. They squashed and mauled. The blonde used her other hand to find Corinda's clitoris. Every sexual centre was being attacked at once. The sensations coursing between them were unbelievable. As the cock pushed inward she came, her body shaking, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of what she was feeling. But it didn't end there. As soon as she came down from the first high another was ready to take its place. She had never felt anything like it. Her vagina was contracting around the dildo, just as her anus seemed to be pumping on the erection. Malcolm was moving, provoking a whole new set of feelings. Two cocks inside her.
It seemed to go on and on. Candy moved the dildo in and out as the girls pinched her nipples. That pitched her to new heights. The blonde's finger stroked her clitoris, inducing another orgasm. Somewhere in the miasma of pleasure Corinda felt Malcolm's cock tense, swelling against the tight confines of her rear passage, the increased size making her gasp. She knew it meant he was going to come.
'Yes, do it,' she encouraged.
Candy jammed the dildo deep into Corinda's sex, as deep as it would go, and held it there. Malcolm pushed too, until his groin was hard against her buttocks and he was buried inside her completely. His cock jerked violently, then as his wife's hand jiggled against his balls it erupted spunk. His fingers dug into Corinda's hips as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Instinct told him she had never been used like this before.
As she felt the cock convulsing her body seemed to clench around it. After the power and strength of the orgasms experienced in the last few minutes, she could not believe she was capable of coming again. But she was. An electric shock of raw pleasure coursed from her tortured nipples, down to her clitoris and arced from the head of the dildo to the head of his spunking cock, every nerve, every sinew, every taut muscle responding.
She came round slowly. It felt as though she had been knocked out. She was lying on the mattress, a sticky wetness leaking from between her legs. Candy, she saw, was standing by the door, unlacing the hood from one of the girls. In one corner, partially hidden behind a screen was a shower stall, and she could see the top of Malcolm's head as he showered.
Candy pulled the leather helmet from the redhead, who shook out her hair. She began on the blonde, pulling the laces from the little metal eyelets at the back. Slowly the tight leather loosened. With the laces freed she gripped the leather and pulled.
'No!' Malcolm snapped as he came around the screen and saw what his wife was doing.
It was too late. Candy had pulled the helmet off, and Corinda found herself staring into the face of the blonde who had entertained Eloisa and Yves so intimately.
'You stupid woman!' Malcolm cursed.
'What's she doing here?' Corinda sat up. She did not understand, the residue of extreme pleasure slowing her thought processes.
'What's the problem?' Candy asked.
'Why do you think I masked them? See?' He pointed at Corinda, whose expression had gone from puzzlement to realisation to alarm. 'She knows now!'
'I thought you'd just put the hoods on for fun,' Candy said.
'What's going on?' Corinda asked.
'Get them out of here,' Malcolm said. 'I'll deal with her.'
Candy marshalled the girls out of the door.
'You've been to the island, haven't you? Constantine's island,' Corinda demanded, realising there was a terrible implication in these developments. 'What have you done with Tim?'
Malcolm stood with his back to the door. 'Such a pity. I was looking forward to a repeat performance. Still, I must say the way we were going I'd have been very reluctant to part with you. Now I have no choice.'
'Where's Tim?' Corinda repeated.
'If you want the truth, I have absolutely no idea.'
She was very uncomfortable. They'd tied her hands and elbows together behind her back with nylon rope. Her ankles and knees were bound too, just as tightly, and she was lying on the mattress. Apart from being able to roll her body slightly she was completely powerless.
She was proud of the fact that she'd managed to scratch Malcolm's face and punch him in the eye before he overpowered her and, with the help of two of the crew, tied her up.
What he intended to do with her she didn't know, or care. The only thing she was concerned about was Tim. Clearly the Arlingtons were involved with Constantine in some way, which was probably why their yacht had been so close to the island. They might even take Corinda back to him, but however awful that prospect was she could only think about what they had done to Tim. Was he dead? Had they thrown him overboard? From the heights of ecstasy she had been plunged into the depths of despair.
She had no idea how long she had been tied up. Reminding her of the time on Constantine's island, the room had no windows and therefore no way to see the sun. It had been, she estimated, all day at the very least, and she was sure it was night outside now. The monotonous drone of the engines deep in the bowels and the gentle rolling of the yacht as it cut through the sea had remained unchanged.
She tried to sleep but her cramped muscles and numbed limbs made it difficult, even if she could manage to stop her mind racing through endless speculations. She found herself going over everything that had happened to her since she left Arabella. She had been so stupid. She should have seen through Constantine's lies from the start. Now the thought of him made her feel sick.
The fear that they were going to take her back to him dissipated. They would have arrived back on the island by now, if that was where they were heading. Her fate, she decided, did not lie with the Greek or the prince, who was no doubt fuming at the loss of his purchase.
The dr
one of the engines eventually lulled her to sleep, but she kept waking up. She thought of Tim and desperately wanted him to be safe, and tried to comfort herself with Malcolm's response to her question. If they'd killed him surely Malcolm wouldn't have said he didn't know where he was? But would they take the risk of casting him adrift in a boat? What if he were found and. managed to get to the authorities? Was the Mediterranean such a large sea that they didn't have to worry about that? All these thoughts swirled round in her head between bouts of fitful sleep.
She woke with a start, her heart thumping. The sound of an incessantly clanging bell filled the room, and she could hear feet running over the decks above her head. The noise of the engines changed to a different pitch and she felt the boat veer round sharply. Seconds later an explosion made the whole boat rock and Corinda could smell an acrid, diesel-laden aroma as smoke drifted under the door. Three or four much smaller explosions followed and the smoke intensified. Voices cried out in panic and alarm, while others were calmer, shouting orders.
More and more smoke curled under the door and began to fill the room. Corinda felt the boat judder to a halt and the engine noise died.
The pandemonium above continued. She heard feet running in all directions, and a dull clunk as if something had hit the hull. It was probably the lifeboat being lowered, she thought, with the Arlingtons safely aboard.
Suddenly the handle on the door twisted. The door was locked and whoever was outside did not have a key. They had come prepared for that; a sledgehammer smashed through the lock and the door was thrown open. A muscular man dressed entirely in black, with a black ski-mask over his face, stood in the open doorway. Dropping the hammer he picked Corinda up as easily as if she were a sack of feathers, and hoisted her over his shoulder.
Within seconds they were out in the corridor. Another man in the same outfit was waiting for them. The corridor was full of smoke, but they found their way up the spiral staircase and out into the main stateroom. Corinda strained to see what was happening. It was night and a fire lit up the bow of the ship, smoke billowing from it in a black cloud. Members of the crew were trying to fight the blaze.
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