She moved close to the bed and knelt down beside him.
‘Who’s that?’ Roderick asked sharply.
She grinned and stayed silent. With the nails of one hand, she drew her fingers along his chest. It was a harsh gesture and she saw red lines appear in the wake of her fingers as she scratched.
Roderick gasped with surprise. ‘Judy? Is that you?’
Judy stayed silent. She took hold of his cock and squeezed it tightly between her fingers. It hardened eagerly beneath her touch. Tugging it softly to and fro, she teased his length to full erection.
‘I haven’t been enjoying this,’ he told her. There was more than a note of firmness in his words. He sounded bloody angry. ‘You can stop doing that now, because I’m not happy with you.’
Judy placed her mouth over his cock and sucked him gently.
Roderick drew in a breath of delighted air. It seemed as though his annoyance was instantly forgotten. He tried to sit up on the bed, but the bindings held him tight.
Judy stepped out of her clothes and joined him on the bed. She sat down with her arse above his face and pushed her pussy on to his mouth. Without a moments hesitation, he slid his tongue against her pussy lips. Judy forced her sex against him, encouraging Roderick to push further inside.
He forced the entire length of his tongue into her, almost drowning with the heady scent of her musk. The lips of her labia were already moist with excitement, and he licked her clean as she pushed against his face. The tender folds of her pussy’s lips opened eagerly for him. Working lovingly on the flesh of her sex, he pushed the tip of his tongue hard against her clitoris. Roderick’s arousal was so intense that his cock stood hard and proud.
Judy sensed his excitement and knew she was only part of the cause. A big part of his arousal was due to her silence. She knew he was savouring the erotic image of being fucked by a stranger. His father had confessed to the same powerful fantasy after one of their lengthier bondage sessions, and Judy could see that Roderick was a lot like the old man. It was a ludicrous notion, she thought, but it was obviously exciting him tremendously.
Judy stifled a gasp of pleasure as she rubbed herself against his face. She had not expected Roderick to show such potential when it came to cunnilingus. His tongue licked softly against the wetness of her pussy lips. She felt the flesh of her sex being teased slowly to a state of delicious arousal. His saliva moistened and warmed her sensitive lips. If she had known he had so much talent, she would have tied him to a bed in the first village they arrived at and kept him there. Breathing deeply, she rode herself over his face, forcing him to lap at her lips, hole and clitoris, as and when she saw fit.
Beneath her, Roderick moaned.
Judy suppressed her own sighs of enjoyment, not wanting to give her identity away just yet. She knew he would be fantasising about someone else riding his face, and she did not want to spoil the illusion just yet.
His cock twitched eagerly against his belly and she grabbed it with both hands. Squeezing cruelly, she pushed the foreskin down and held his dick tightly at the base. With the swollen end of his penis exposed, she teased her wet tongue over the rounded end.
Roderick’s cries of delight were muted by the pressure of her hot cleft on his mouth.
Judy smiled to herself, placing her lips over his erection. She allowed her tongue to trace the rim of his cock’s head, teasing the hypersensitive tag of skin above his glans. His balls were tight and hard. He was so desperate to come she could almost see the throbbing, urgent pulse of his sac.
Judy pushed her pussy forcefully over his face. She felt his tongue slide inside her and she squealed with delight. Her orgasm was a liberating eruption of joy. Tremors of delight shook her body and she bucked her hips furiously backwards and forwards. The sodden lips of her sex moved briskly over his nose and mouth, coating his face with the dewy wetness of her climax.
When Roderick began to gasp for breath, Judy finally relented. She moved her pussy away from his face and guided the wet lips of her labia over his cock. As she straddled him, she kept her hand at the base of his length, holding his foreskin tight. Sliding slowly up and down his shaft, she watched his lips contort into a grimace of pleasure. His face was still coated with the sweet dew of her pussy honey and she moved her mouth towards him. She had always enjoyed the taste of her own juice, and there was something exciting about licking it from Roderick’s face. When she had cleaned the last remnants from his face, she kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth fully.
Between her legs, she felt his cock tremble and knew he was ready to ejaculate. How he had managed to stave off his climax for so long was a mystery to her. She squeezed her fingers harder into the base of his shaft, wondering if it was possible to delay his climax by not letting the semen shoot from his body. She took his cock from between her pussy lips and rolled the swollen end against the sticky wet lips of her labia.
Roderick’s cry was a dark grunt of elation. His cock pulsed furiously in her hand; Judy felt globules of his seed spray against her lips and thighs. She cursed softly, tugging the last droplets of come from his body. She could feel the sticky fluid clinging to her flesh, and without looking, she knew her pussy lips would be streaked with smears of his thick, white semen. When he was finished, she moved slowly up the bed and lowered her come-spattered pussy over his mouth.
Staring down at him, Judy smiled and watched as Roderick’s eager tongue began to lick her clean.
* * *
Emily stood naked in the captain’s cabin, wondering exactly what was going to happen next. ‘I can endure a week of whatever he’s going to throw at me,’ she told herself. ‘I know I can,’ she insisted. After all, it was only a week. But despite her strong will and determined resolution, Emily wondered if she was being overly optimistic.
‘Until you’re fully trained,’ Captain Wilde told her, ‘you can wear this.’ He threw what looked like a sheet of rubber at her.
Emily snatched it from the air, fearful of the retribution she would incur if she dropped it. She puzzled over what the thing was for a moment before realising it had holes for her arms and legs, amongst other things.
‘Dawn will help you into it,’ Captain Wilde told her. ‘And then you can report to the pilothouse for duties.’ He considered her slowly, contempt apparent in his eyes. ‘Unlike Dawn and Vincent, you seem completely useless. Therefore you’ll be dealing with the majority of menial tasks on board the boat.’
They stood in silence for a moment. If Emily had not felt so drained and defeated she knew the air would have been hostile and combative.
‘As a slave,’ Captain Wilde said tersely, ‘you are supposed to thank me for the garment and the instructions.’
Emily stared sullenly at him. ‘Thank you, Captain Wilde,’ she said quietly.
He was still staring at her, his anger rising, and Emily wished she knew what he wanted from her. ‘You’re dismissed,’ he said tiredly. ‘I’ll see you in the pilothouse in thirty minutes.’
Emily nodded and left the room. Thirty minutes seemed like a long time, she thought. All she had to do was put on the stupid rubber outfit he had given her and then report to the pilothouse. Normally, she was used to changing entire outfits in less than ten minutes, and that included having a shower as well. It occurred to her that the life of a slave on board the Amazon Maiden might not be as bad as she had been anticipating. When she entered the cabin used by Dawn and Vincent, Emily realised how mistaken she had been about the garment.
‘The orgasm suit!’ Dawn moaned when Emily showed it to her.
Emily shrugged. ‘It’s not what I would have called it,’ she said.
Dawn tossed her a bottle of baby oil and told Emily to rub her body with it.
‘What on earth for?’
Dawn grinned sourly. ‘You’ll see,’ she said, bitter experience making her words heavy. ‘You’ll see.’
Emily did see. Even with Dawn’s help, it took a good ten minutes of struggling, grunting and groaning to get
the outfit on. The rubber was designed to cling as tight as her real flesh. In spite of its natural elasticity, it was so small it was almost impossible to get on. She pushed her head through the neck-piece and then had to struggle to get her arms through the holes where the sleeves should have been. She managed it, but it took a lot of hard work and half the bottle of baby oil.
Emily arranged her breasts inside the top, aware that her nipples were meant to jut through the holes on the front. She pushed them out, surprised to see that they were standing erect.
‘Now what?’ Emily asked.
Dawn was behind her, and she helped Emily to finish dressing. Hanging from the back of the body suit was a flat black triangle of rubber, edged with a belt and decorated by two metal-ringed holes. When Dawn pulled it between Emily’s legs, the brunette saw this was the completed outfit. The belt tied snugly around her waist and the metal rings sat uncomfortably over her pussy and her anus. She glanced in Dawn’s mirror and could not stop herself smiling at the reflection. The outfit accentuated the perfect contours of her body. The full swell of her breast was confined tightly inside the black, clinging outfit. Her slenderness was more evident than ever before, and the high cut of the leg-line emphasised the natural athletic beauty of her long, powerful legs. Stepping into a pair of black heels, she studied her mirror image again and grinned at it.
‘It never looked that good on me,’ Dawn said, sounding mildly upset.
Emily grunted laughter. ‘It doesn’t look that good on me,’ she replied. ‘I look like an inner tube.’ Pressing her fingers against the protruding nipples, she amended herself. ‘Actually, I look like a burst inner tube. I thought rubber was meant to be shiny?’
Dawn sighed heavily. ‘Again, that’s where I come in,’ she said. She reached for the bottle of baby oil and poured it over the shoulders of Emily’s rubber suit. Using a cloth, she began to massage the liquid into the clinging fabric.
Emily tried to remain indifferent beneath Dawn’s touch, but it was difficult. The woman continually brushed her cloth over the rubber, stimulating the flesh beneath with such a casual air that Emily found the sensation debilitating. It would not have been so bad, Emily thought, if her nipples had not been exposed. As Dawn worked up a shine on the rubber, her cloth repeatedly caught the tender nubs. Emily could feel them tingling with anticipation before Dawn moved to her back. Even then, the constant rubbing and polishing was like an erotic massage.
Afterwards, she had to concede that all Dawn’s efforts were worth it. She had admired the look of the rubber suit before. Now that it was polished, her body glistened with its shiny new black skin. Ripples of light caught her breasts and hips, shining silver in the bright light of the cabin.
‘Not bad,’ Emily said reflectively. She turned around and saw that the cheeks of her arse were partially covered by rubber. Her black coated buttocks glistened as provocatively as the rest of her body.
‘And with time to spare,’ she said, noting there were still two minutes before she was due in the pilothouse.
Dawn studied her critically. ‘You’ll do,’ she said eventually. She smiled when she saw the frown on Emily’s face. ‘Actually, you look stunning,’ she said. ‘But if I haven’t done my part properly, Captain Wilde will punish me.’
Emily nodded. She moved towards Dawn and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her fingers fell naturally to the swell of Dawn’s breast and she rubbed her thumb over the urgent thrust of the woman’s nipple. Pressing hard against the thin fabric of her top, the hard nub of flesh stiffened to her touch.
Dawn pulled away, a shocked expression straining her features. ‘No,’ she hissed quietly. She almost slapped Emily’s hand from her breast. ‘No!’
Emily stared at her, hurt and confused. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked. ‘The other night, I thought we…’ Her voice tailed off.
Dawn was shaking her head, a look of abject refusal on her face. ‘You’re a slave now,’ she reminded Emily. ‘You’re one of us; and slaves are not allowed to fraternise with other slaves. Not unless the captain or Laura expressly commands it.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Emily said, embarrassed and feeling a little ashamed of herself. She had not intended to fraternise with Dawn. She had only wanted to say thank you for the help the woman had given. ‘I didn’t mean to compromise you,’ she explained.
Not trusting herself to say anything else, Emily rushed from the cabin and went quickly to the pilothouse.
* * *
‘Here she is,’ Captain Wilde proclaimed as Emily climbed the stairs. ‘Our newest slave, honey, and she’s all yours.’
Laura turned a scathing eye on her husband. ‘Fed up with her already, Captain?’
He laughed indulgently.
Emily blinked against the brilliant daylight, unaware that it had been so dark below deck. Captain Wilde and Laura stood together at the pilothouse’s main console. They had their arms draped lovingly around one another. He was adorned in his familiar uniform of black shorts and matching deck shoes. Laura was wearing a silk kimono and Emily suspected that beneath it she was naked. The pair were smiling at her with blatant longing.
Because she felt uncomfortable with their scrutiny, Emily looked away.
She saw Vincent standing at the wheel, guiding the ship through the clear waters ahead of them. His gaze flicked over her rubber-clad body and an appreciative smile twisted his lips. But he was as well trained as Dawn. Without needing to be told, he fixed his concentration back on the boat’s controls.
‘Say hello to your new mistress,’ Captain Wilde instructed Emily.
She stared at Laura, not daring to allow any expression on her face. ‘Hello, Mistress,’ she said flatly. She had not known she was to become Laura’s property for the week, but she accepted the news with a note of gratitude. At least she would not have to submit herself to Captain Wilde again, she thought, enjoying a moment’s mental relief. The optimistic notion was quelled by the realisation that Laura could command such a thing whenever she chose.
Laura smiled. ‘You are good at breaking them,’ she observed.
Captain Wilde grinned. ‘I haven’t broken this one,’ he told his wife. ‘She’d happily tie me to the mast and whip the skin from my arse given half the chance. She’s just acting broken for as long as it suits her needs.’ He stared at Emily, daring her to refute his words.
‘Is that true?’ Laura asked.
‘I don’t know,’ Emily replied quietly. ‘When I’ve pictured the captain tied to the mast, he hasn’t had his back to me.’
There was a deathly silence in the pilothouse. The couple stared solemnly at her, taking in the full meaning of her words.
Captain Wilde broke the silence with a huge, hearty guffaw. ‘That’s rich, that is,’ he chuckled.
Laura joined him, but the laughter on her lips and in her voice never reached her eyes. She stared warily at Emily. ‘I see you’re wearing the orgasm suit,’ she observed. ‘Unfasten the belt.’
It was a command, not a request or suggestion, and Emily complied at once. She allowed the front flap to fall down, exposing her thatch of dark pubic hair.
Laura nodded her approval. ‘Now turn around and bend over. Your outfit is missing a couple of accessories.’
Staring directly ahead of herself, Emily had no idea what the woman meant. She considered herself to be beyond caring. Her interest only returned when she felt the cool tip of a vibrator nuzzling at the lips of her pussy. The tip was slick with lubricating jelly, and it slid easily inside her. Emily believed it would have entered quickly anyway. Having Dawn massage a shine into the rubber suit had been stimulating enough to inspire hot wet arousal between her legs.
‘Good,’ Laura complimented her. ‘And now for this one.’
Before Emily could raise a word of protest, she felt a second vibrator press against her arsehole. Like the first one, this too was coated with a cool, slick lubricant. Emily felt it slide easily inside her. The sensation of fullness between her legs was overwhelming. She sup
pressed a tremor of excitement that threatened to reveal her arousal.
Laura reached between Emily’s legs and quickly pulled up the base panel of the orgasm suit. She fastened the waistband and then knelt down to inspect the gusset. Without having to see for herself, Emily knew that the speed controls for the two vibrators were protruding through the metal-ringed holes at her crotch. She stood motionless as Laura twisted first one, then the other.
Emily felt both vibrators begin to buzz merrily. A tingle of excitement began to well deep within her. She swallowed nervously, amazed by the powerful stimulation that screamed between her legs. Her breath was a ragged pant and her chest was heaving furiously in the tight confines of the rubber body.
‘Enjoying that?’ Laura asked.
Not trusting herself to speak, Emily nodded dully. She could feel herself close to climax and the intensity was so strong she dared not move for fear of bursting with pleasure.
‘Hold your chest out,’ Laura commanded. She reached on to the console and picked up two small items that Emily recognised instantly. Holding them by the fine-linked chain, Laura moved closer to Emily and dangled the nipple clamps in front of her face. ‘Do you know what these are?’
Emily nodded, still not daring to speak. She pushed her chest forward and watched as Laura placed them first on her left nipple, then her right.
The pain was exquisite, a stark contrast to the tingling merriment that exploded in the depths of her hot wet channels. The cruel bite of the clamps coloured her pleasure with a delicious, dark urgency. Her breath had been short before. Now her lungs convulsed in short, erratic spasms. She tried valiantly to appear nonchalant and unperturbed by the stimulation, but her acting was not fooling anyone.
Laura smiled and turned to her husband. ‘And you say that she’s all mine?’
He nodded grandly. ‘To do with as you wish.’
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