Amazon Slave

by Lisette Ashton

  He shrugged. ‘I can tell him that much, I suppose,’ he said good-naturedly. ‘Do I tell him that you think he’s an idiot?’

  Emily glowered angrily and stopped herself from replying. She watched as Captain Wilde spoke quickly and fluently to the manager and was vaguely comforted by the fact that the man seemed to have regained control of his failing patience. He nodded understandingly as Captain Wilde spoke and then replied softly and carefully.

  Captain Wilde nodded and frowned. He turned to Emily. ‘You have my deepest apologies,’ he said quietly.

  She scowled at him. ‘What did he say?’

  ‘He said he thinks you are the idiot,’ Captain Wilde began. ‘He also said that the woman you were with was here with a man. They were driving a dull blue jeep.’

  ‘That’s them,’ Emily said excitedly.

  ‘It’s gone,’ Captain Wilde explained. ‘I know that for a fact actually,’ he added. ‘The mad bitch who was driving it nearly ran Vincent and I over as she headed out of town.’

  Emily stared at him, unwilling to believe what he said but not doubting him for a second. ‘She’s left me?’

  He shook his head. ‘They’ve left you,’ he said, emphasising the first word. ‘The manager was just saying that he’s had a maid banging on your boyfriend’s door. There’s no reply.’

  Emily rubbed her fingers through her hair. She glared sullenly at the reception desk. ‘Can he get me a telephone?’ she asked.

  The captain translated the question for the manager.

  He shook his head sadly. Emily understood the words ‘no’ and ‘telephone’ and she waved a silencing hand at Captain Wilde before he could translate.

  ‘Does anyone have a loaded gun I can borrow?’ she asked miserably.

  Captain Wilde turned to the manager and barked another question at him. When the man replied, the captain nodded and placed a handful of notes on the counter. He turned and smiled at Emily. ‘I really am a soft touch,’ he told her in a self-deprecating voice. ‘I’ve been sailing for the last twenty-five years, ever since I was eight, and I haven’t bailed boats out as much as I’ve bailed you out. I’ve just settled your account.’

  Emily was too tired to continue being angry. She glanced at the pile of notes he had left on the desk and turned to the captain. ‘It was an expensive cup of coffee,’ she told him dryly.

  He smiled. ‘You had a room to pay for as well. You’re getting to be quite the expensive charity case.’

  Emily did not bother rising to his bait. ‘Why would they leave me?’

  He shrugged. ‘It’s difficult to imagine anyone wanting to get away from you.’

  ‘I could use slightly more practical suggestions,’ Emily scowled.

  The meaning behind his broad smile was so obvious she could not bear to look at him. She glared miserably around the hotel foyer trying to calculate her options. She had two choices: either stay in Port Maga and fend for herself, or ask Captain Wilde for help. It was difficult to decide which of the options was less appealing.

  Staring around the seedy foyer, she realised that Port Maga was going to be as inhospitable as the rest of Amazon Basin had been. Knowing that she had no real choice if she ever wanted to get back home again, Emily turned to Captain Wilde. ‘Do I have to beg you to take me to Havalaña?’ she asked.

  He nodded. ‘That was the condition,’ he agreed. ‘Would you care to start begging now?’

  Emily could not stop a scowl from curling her lips.

  The captain placed a protective arm on her shoulder and guided her towards the hotel door. ‘Beg me on the way down to the dock,’ he said. ‘If you’re real good, I may even let you aboard.’ He nodded at Vincent, and the blond man rushed ahead of them to open the doorway.

  ‘What will I be expected to do on your boat for the next week?’ Emily asked.

  He laughed as they walked. ‘You’ll be expected to do whatever I say,’ he told her. ‘Having seen the pleasure you got from being tied to the mast, I don’t think it will be anything you won’t really enjoy.’

  ‘You have to keep bringing that up, don’t you.’

  ‘I do,’ he agreed. ‘It excited me quite a lot. I can see myself doing it a lot more in the next few days.’

  Emily shivered, repulsed by the notion of giving in to him.

  They walked in silence for a while, as though they were a group of friends enjoying a morning stroll. The streets were quiet and uncluttered, and Emily felt the tropical sun warming her body and drying out the sodden dress she wore. Her mind was hastily searching for a solution to her problem, but she could not think of anything. If the situation had not been so hopeless, she knew her desperation would have given way to panic. As it was, she could not even find the enthusiasm for that emotion.

  ‘You’ll have to forgive me,’ the captain said. ‘But none of this sounds like you begging me. You’ve been on board the boat for the last two days. You know what happens. You also know what you have to do if you want to get to Havalaña.’ The anger in his voice was rising all the time. ‘So, you can either leave my company now, or you can start begging.’

  Emily glared at him. They had reached the riverside and she saw the majestic hull of the Amazon Maiden waiting patiently for them. It was still early and the lack of traffic on the river meant the port was deserted. The three of them were the only people in sight.

  She felt miserable and alone.

  ‘Go on board, Vincent,’ Captain Wilde said quietly. ‘Prepare to weigh anchor.’ He turned to Emily. ‘We’ll be leaving in twenty minutes. Are you going to join the crew?’

  Emily glared hatefully at him. ‘Please may I come on board your boat, Captain Wilde?’ she asked, spitting the question at him through gritted teeth.

  His smile was ferocious. ‘That does not sound like begging.’

  ‘Oh! Please, great Captain,’ she said sarcastically. ‘I beseech you, oh great one. May I be permitted to –’

  The palm of his hand struck her cheek hard enough to cut the sentence in two.

  Emily stared at him, shocked and resentful.

  ‘You obviously don’t want the ride,’ he said. ‘Goodbye, Emily.’ He turned his back on her and began to walk towards the jetty.

  ‘Wait!’ Emily cried. ‘I’m sorry. I…I…I’m sorry, OK?’ She reached a steadying hand out to stop him. Her fingers touched the warm sun-kissed flesh of his back.

  He paused and turned to face her. Studying her expression, she saw he was trying to gauge her sincerity.

  ‘I’ve never begged for anything before,’ she explained quickly. ‘It goes against my nature and I was just…’

  ‘Either beg, or go,’ he told her simply.

  ‘I have money,’ she told him. ‘Back at home, in England. I have money and no matter how much you want, I can…’ Her words tapered off as she saw the black plain of indifference that coloured his eyes. There was only one thing left for her to say. ‘I beg you,’ she whispered. His smile was so despicable she could not bare to look at it. Her gaze fell to his feet.

  ‘Beg some more,’ he told her.

  ‘Please,’ she said, swallowing thickly and almost choking on the words. ‘I’ll do whatever you want. I need to get to Havalaña, and I’ll do whatever you demand of me.’

  His grin was too broad for him to remain indifferent. ‘Beg me on your knees,’ he said. ‘I always think that’s more convincing.’

  Emily dared not look at him, for fear that he might see the mixed expressions in the back of her eyes. A part of her was considering him with loathing so strong she knew he would not allow her back on board. Another part of her was warmed by the thrill of a secret sexual arousal. She stared sullenly down at the rotten wood of the jetty and lowered herself to her knees. ‘I beg you,’ she whispered.

  ‘Kiss my feet,’ he told her.

  Emily closed her eyes. She tried to think of another option, but she knew there was none. Slowly, praying that fate would find a way of intervening, she moved her lips down and kissed his foot
. He was wearing a pair of plain black deck shoes and she kissed the bridge, above the fabric. Tears of shame welled in her eyes. It did not matter that they were all alone at the riverside and no one else knew what she was doing. Emily hated herself for giving in to the captain. She was aware of the distant pulse between her legs throbbing sullenly. It was an echo of the arousal she had experienced whilst tied to the mast. The feeling sickened her, and her self-loathing intensified. To have to do this was bad enough, she thought. To get enjoyment from it was worse.

  Ignoring the throb of excitement, she continued to place soft, tender kisses on his feet. ‘Please let me come aboard,’ she whispered.

  Captain Wilde grinned down at her. ‘Not bad,’ he encouraged. ‘I suppose I could use you aboard my boat,’ he said after a moment’s thought. ‘You kiss feet very well.’

  Emily could detect the threat of something more in his voice. She glanced up at him and saw that in spite of their open position, on the end of the jetty, he was pulling his shorts down. She should have expected this much, she thought, knowing what he was going to ask next.

  ‘Kiss me here,’ he told her flatly.

  Emily paused for a moment, despising herself and the quickening tempo of desire that pulsed inside her. She moved her mouth towards him and prepared to kiss his cock.

  He was as big as she had expected him to be, at least the same length as Vincent had been, but with a thick girth that made his cock twice the size of the blond man’s. Judging by the way his shaft hung downwards, Emily guessed he was not fully erect and she shivered, wondering how much bigger it could get. She placed a gentle kiss on the end of his shaft.

  ‘Kiss it more,’ he told her sharply.

  Emily did. She pressed her full, sensuous lips against the shaft of his cock, delivering soft pecks to the entire length. As she moved her mouth over him, she inhaled the subtle sweet fragrance of his arousal. His huge cock began to harden forcefully beneath her touch.

  ‘Now suck it,’ he told her sternly.

  Emily groaned inside. She could feel her nipples pressing hard against the short summer dress she wore. Between her legs, the lips of her sex were moist with hateful excitement. Not daring to give the action any thought, she placed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked. Her tongue traced against the tip of his swollen purple end and she felt his length stiffening.

  ‘That’s good,’ he murmured appreciatively. ‘That’s very good.’

  Encouraged by his approval, Emily continued to work her mouth on his length. Slowly, she eased the cock in and out. Her lips pressed hungrily around his shaft, wetting the entire length. She moved slightly away and showered the tip of his cock with tiny, appreciative kisses. She continued to kiss the underside of his shaft, moving her mouth lower until her nose was nuzzling at his tight sac. After flicking the tip of her tongue softly against each of his balls, she opened her sensuous lips wider. Stroking his balls with her fingers, she moved her mouth back to the tip and began to taste him again.

  The hateful wetness of her arousal was slowly building up between her legs. It was sickening to think she could get enjoyment from submitting to this man, but she could not deny the fact of her own mounting excitement.

  The captain placed his hands on her head and pulled her fully on to his length. He was so large she had to stretch the lips of her mouth wide to accommodate him. He pressed his cock fully into her, the swollen end pressing against the back of her throat.

  ‘Swallow,’ he barked. His voice was a low guttural command, excitement colouring his gruff tone.

  Emily did as she was asked, excitement building inside her. She pushed herself on to his length and allowed the tip of his cock to slide down the back of her throat. It was an act she had never performed before, and she was simultaneously repulsed and aroused. The pressure of his cock was enough to make her gag. She could feel an impending explosion welling in the thickening shaft of his cock, and her pussy muscles began to clench hungrily with anticipation.

  Despite the submissive situation, or more likely because of it, she thought glumly, Emily realised her own orgasm was disturbingly close. As she knelt on the jetty, sucking the captain’s cock, she forgot her loathing and hatred. It did not matter how much she despised him, or the position he had put her in. She was enjoying it. In the instant of her climax, that thought was all that mattered to Emily.

  She felt his seed shoot inside her mouth.

  His cock pulsed furiously as he climaxed, and he released a soft groan of delight. His hands held her head tightly, keeping her in position until he was fully spent.

  ‘That’s it,’ he told her. ‘I don’t want you to spill a single drop.’

  Emily swallowed his come greedily. The salty taste was cloying and overpowering, but as the waves of her own pleasure washed over her she did not care. She sucked him eagerly, determined to take every last drop of semen from his huge length.

  ‘Enough,’ he said, pushing her head away. ‘Turn around and bend over.’

  Emily did as he commanded, wiping the last trace of his seed from her lips. She had no idea what he wanted from her now and she did not care. She had already submitted herself to him. He could not make her feel any worse than she already felt.

  With her back to him, she felt the captain raise the hem of her dress.

  ‘Nice arse,’ he murmured quietly.

  She shivered.

  His fingers went to the panties she wore and she felt him trace a line along the length of her labia. The lips responded eagerly to his touch and she trembled with a mixture of excitement and disgust. When he pulled the panties to one side, a cool morning breeze touched the heated flesh of her sex.

  Emily sighed quietly.

  She felt his finger touch the rim of her arsehole and almost squealed. She did not want to endure this sort of intimacy. This went beyond anything she had been prepared for when she consented to do his bidding. Poignantly aware of her situation, Emily dared not stop him. Unhappily, she braced herself for his finger’s intrusion.

  Determined to do whatever he wanted, she stayed still and allowed him to probe the tightly puckered hole.

  He pushed two fingers rudely inside her. One slid easily between the lips of her labia, pushing effortlessly into the excited, sodden warmth of her pussy. The other entered the forbidden darkness of her anus.

  Her inner muscles clamped greedily around his fingers, and she groaned with a fury of elation.

  He held his fingers inside her for a moment longer, moving them gently against the dark, eager flesh within.

  Emily felt another orgasm sweep through her. Electric explosions of delight racked her body. She held herself still, fearful of the captain’s retribution if she dared to move. A low grateful cry fell from her lips and she heard herself sobbing words of gratitude to him.

  ‘Stand up,’ he barked, sliding his fingers out.

  Emily did, allowing her dress to fall casually into place. She stared into his face, not surprised to see the lecherous grin on his lips. He was holding two fingers towards her and she knew instinctively that they were the ones he had used inside her.

  ‘One last thing,’ he told her. ‘And then you may be my slave aboard the Amazon Maiden.’

  Emily closed her eyes. ‘Haven’t I done enough?’ she wanted to ask. She did not dare give voice to the question.

  ‘Lick my fingers clean,’ he said. ‘Then you may board.’

  Knowing she had no other choice, Emily moved her mouth over his extended fingers and began to lick her own juices from his hand. The taste of her pussy honey was florid and sweet, enough to inspire the memory of her earlier excitement. She licked every last drop of the juice from his hand, almost enjoying the submissiveness.

  ‘And the other one,’ he said crisply.

  Emily stared at the finger, knowing where it had been and unwilling to have it against her lips. She dared to stare into his face, trying to gauge how serious he was with this request.

  ‘Lick it clean, or I leave you here,�
� he said firmly.

  Emily moved her mouth over the finger and began to lick the sour sweet taste of her arse from his finger. As before, when she had first pressed her mouth against his cock, she felt repulsed by the arousal that the taste inspired. Knowing that she had no other choice, and aware of what she had done to get this far, Emily licked his finger clean.

  Her face burnt crimson with shame and she shivered, cold with self-loathing. The hateful throb of her arousal only seemed to intensify. She gave in to the pulse of her own desire as she traced her tongue along his hand. Even when she had finished licking the last remnants of her warmth from his hand, she continued to tongue his fingers, waiting for him to tell her to stop.

  ‘Very good,’ he said, removing his hand. His smile was broad and welcoming. ‘Come on board,’ he told her. ‘You’re one of the crew now.’

  Emily shuddered and fell into step behind him. The enormity of what she was about to endure was so great she dared not even think about it. As she climbed aboard the Amazon Maiden, Emily shivered beneath the heat of the tropical sun.

  Five

  Judy stepped into the hotel room and closed the door softly behind her. She could hear Roderick thrashing on the bed before she saw him. Checking her watch, she realised he had been tied there for two hours. She smiled as she thought of his predicament, then chastised herself for being so wicked. After driving out of Port Maga she had waited for a while, studying the breathtaking beauty of the plains and smoking a couple of Emily’s cigarettes. She knew there would be no need to wait for too long, and she had driven back to the port within half an hour.

  The hotel manager had seemed surprised to see her, but she had fielded his questions easily. He sympathised with her plight when she explained about ‘the mad woman, chasing her around the country’, and assured Judy that the woman would not be allowed back in his hotel.

  Glancing at Roderick, Judy saw he had lost his erection. He had managed to spit the knickers from his mouth and he was pulling furiously at the bindings on his arms. Her grin broadened. The blindfold was still in place and her entry had been so discreet he was oblivious to her presence.