Laura grinned and reached back to the console again. Instructing Emily to go on to the deck, she followed her closely. There was a dark malevolence in her smile that Emily had not noticed during her first days on the Amazon Maiden. It was an unsettling sight.
For Emily, every step was a revelation of new kinds of pleasure. The vibrators continued to whirr, jostling slightly with each movement of her legs. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. The wealth of pleasure that coursed through her was so severe she began to shake.
‘Down on all fours,’ Laura instructed coldly.
On the deck, Emily went down on to her hands and knees. The explosion of joy inside her body was not enough to stop her from feeling stupid and conspicuous. She felt even more ridiculous when Laura fastened the strap of leather around her neck. It was an oversized dog’s collar, loose fitting and decorated with long metal spikes. Emily felt foolish wearing it. Her cheeks burnt bright red with shame when the woman attached a leash to it. Instead of thinking about her situation, Emily tried to concentrate on doing exactly as Laura told her. It was easier that way.
‘Captain,’ Laura called. ‘Could you bring me the chains?’
Emily saw the man come swiftly when the woman spoke. She shivered with anger, unhappy that he had to be a part of this humiliation. Hadn’t she already endured enough shame and embarrassment at his hands?
Without needing to be instructed, the captain fastened manacles to her wrists and ankles, securing them tightly. Her wrists were joined by a sturdy length of heavy link chain. When she glanced between her legs, she saw that her ankles were fastened in the same way. She guessed there was about a foot of chain between the manacles and not much more between her feet. Movement, she realised, was going to be virtually impossible.
Laura thanked her husband and Emily watched the man walk away. Before she had a chance to enjoy the relief of his leaving, Laura tugged the leash sharply. She had started to move along the deck and was pulling Emily along with her. ‘Come along,’ she said. ‘It’s time for a little walkies.’
Feeling more absurd than ever, Emily followed the woman artlessly around the deck. It would have been awkward enough without the vibrators droning purposefully inside her. The delightful thrills they were producing were now so constant she had almost forgotten them.
The tilt and roll of the boat was more noticeable on the main deck. Each pitch and sway seemed to take the deck from beneath her hands and feet. Unable to move properly because of the chains, Emily struggled to maintain her balance as she tried to keep up with Laura’s brisk pace. She honestly believed she could have managed it without incident, but with Laura tugging at the leash she repeatedly lost her footing and twice fell heavily to the deck.
Laura remained indifferent, tugging harder at the collar whenever Emily tripped.
By the time they got back to the pilothouse, Emily was feeling bruised, breathless and resentful. She glared sullenly at Laura’s knees, the only part of the woman’s body she could see without straining her neck.
‘That was pathetic,’ Laura said sternly. She snapped her fingers towards the captain and Emily saw his feet come into view. ‘Thank you, Captain,’ Laura said softly.
Emily did not see what was happening, but she knew Laura had taken something from the man. She felt the urge to spit on his shoes and stopped herself, knowing she was in no position to show defiance. Her hatred was more intense than the pleasure thrilling her body, and she welcomed the black emotions.
A welt of pain exploded against her buttocks. She raised her head and moaned loudly. The movement caused the chain on her nipple clamps to sway and she was treated to a second bolt of punishment, emanating from her breasts. Her moan tapered off before it could become a scream.
Laura raised the cat-o’-nine-tails high in the air, then brought it down sharply against Emily’s arse again. The many tips of the cruel leather whip bit hard against the taut flesh of her backside.
‘That was the slowest, most pitiful trip I’ve ever taken around the boat,’ Laura spat. She brought the whip down a third time.
Emily stayed rigid beneath the blow, unwilling to suffer the pain of having the nipple clamps move again. If her cheeks had been burning before she realised that they now must have been aflame. The depth of her humiliation was greater than anything she could have imagined. In Port Maga, while she was licking the captain’s fingers clean, she had thought things could not get worse. Standing on all fours, chained, dressed in rubber and having her arse whipped, Emily could have looked back on the moment fondly.
‘You are going to walk around the deck with me for the next hour until you get it right,’ Laura told her crisply. She lashed the whip across Emily’s arse indiscriminately, reddening the bare cheeks with the cat’s tails.
Emily swallowed, almost choking on the words. ‘Yes, Laura,’ she whispered.
Laura delivered one last stinging blow to the cleft between Emily’s legs. The tips of the whip pushed hard against the buzzing vibrators. Unable to stop herself, Emily flinched away from the impact and felt her nipples stinging painfully as the chain on the clamps began to swing again.
‘Come on,’ Laura said crisply. She was pulling the dog leash again, leading Emily on another tour of the deck. ‘When we get back to the pilothouse, I’ll let you suck the heel of my shoes,’ she said generously.
Trying fervently not to stumble, Emily followed in silence. She did not trust herself to answer Laura at the moment. All the words that came to her were the sort that would incur punishment.
‘That’s the way,’ Laura encouraged blithely. ‘You’ll be fully trained before we reach Enoba.’ She giggled and added, ‘Either that, or you’ll be black and blue.’
Emily glowered at the woman’s ankles as she hurried along behind her. She did not know where Enoba was, and she did not really care. She had to endure this punishment for another seven days. After that she would find a way of turning the tables and making both Laura and the captain pay. The thought of vengeance was a small consolation, but she clung to it desperately.
As she moved, the pleasure between her legs became a maelstrom. Even her clamped nipples began to emit a dull pulse of delightful sensations. Lost in her own black world of bitter retributions, Emily barely noticed the pleasure. Roderick and Judy had deserted her, twice, she realised angrily. The captain and Laura were already abusing her more than she could tolerate. All that she had left was the hope of revenge.
* * *
Judy stared down at her prisoner, admiring the sight. Roderick’s chin and lower jaw were glistening with a wet coating of her pussy juice and his own come. His tongue continued to work at the slick heat of her moist interior; she shivered, thrilled by the pleasure he was delivering to her pussy. She pushed herself harder on to him, forcing him to lick every last droplet of sex cream from the lips of her labia.
Happily, Roderick complied.
The man was so malleable Judy could have enjoyed another orgasm thinking about how her future with him could unfold. He would willingly do everything she said, obey her every command. It was the way a man should be, she thought, grinning.
Roderick made a small appreciative sound as he stroked his tongue along her pussy lips.
Now is the time for the master stroke, Judy thought carefully. She slipped her sodden cleft away from him, sliding from the bed, and placing her mouth next to his ear. She could smell the scent of her own juices on his breath and found the aroma invigorating. Her fingers reached down towards his cock and she teased it idly with her fingers.
‘Are you happy, Roddy,’ she asked quietly.
He groaned. The broad smile on his lips should have been a sufficient response, but she wanted to hear him say it. ‘I’m happy,’ he told her; there was a blissful contentment tainting his words. ‘Very happy,’ he assured her.
She rolled his cock between her fingers, watching it stiffen slowly and assuredly. He was still blindfold and unable to see the disparaging smile that graced her lips.
‘How happy
?’
He seemed to consider this for a moment.
‘I’m happier since we lost Emily,’ Judy explained as she waited for his response. ‘Things have been better since she disappeared, haven’t they?’ She began to use more force on his erection, pulling it hard with her wet fingers.
Roderick moaned happily beneath her. ‘I’d still like to find her,’ he said carefully.
‘Of course,’ Judy agreed quickly. ‘It would be barbaric to leave her to fend for herself. But even if we did find her, things are different now, aren’t they?’
He chuckled in agreement, content to lay there as she wanked his cock and whispered softly in his ear. ‘Of course things are different,’ he assured her. ‘After all, she was the one who told me to fuck off. The relationship between Emily and I ended when she did that.’
Judy smiled at his face. She could feel his climax building, and she wondered how desperately he wanted to come. Tugging faster at his cock, she asked, ‘Why don’t you and I get married?’ After she’d asked the question, she stopped her fingers working on his length.
Roderick stayed still for a moment.
Judy wondered if he was considering the question or waiting for her to continue wanking him. She knew that he would realise the two things were inextricably linked. She kept her hand still against the base of his cock, waiting for his response.
‘You want us to marry?’ Roderick sounded bewildered. ‘But we’re practically brother and sister,’ he reminded her. ‘We couldn’t seriously think of marriage.’
She laughed and moved her mouth over the end of his cock. After tonguing the tip of his shaft, she said, ‘We’re not so much like brother and sister that you’ll stop me from doing this.’ She moved her mouth away from his cock, waiting for the urgency of his arousal to answer her question. She did not doubt it would work in her favour. ‘I thought you were serious about us, Roderick,’ she whispered.
‘I am,’ he insisted.
She made a small, scornful sound. ‘Serious, but without commitment,’ she observed. ‘How delightfully nineties.’
Tied to the bed, unable to see and with limited movement available to him, Roderick struggled to protest. ‘I am serious,’ he assured her. ‘I was just saying, what will people think?’
‘Don’t you love me, Roderick?’ Her voice may have sounded frail and vulnerable, but there was nothing humble about the rest of her demeanour. ‘Is that what’s wrong? Don’t you love me?’
‘Of course I love you,’ Roderick said quickly.
As he lay beneath her scornful expression, Judy doubted he had even considered the issue until this moment. ‘Then why don’t you want to marry me?’ she demanded.
‘We can marry,’ Roderick said quickly. ‘If you want us to get married, then we can marry, OK?’
Judy began to play with his cock again, easing the rock hard flesh forcefully between her fingers. ‘OK darling,’ she agreed simply. ‘But only if it’s what you want.’
Roderick allowed her to play with his cock. ‘It’s what I want,’ he assured her. ‘Really, it’s just what I want.’
As she wanked him, Judy grinned triumphantly.
* * *
Bound hand and foot, her body tingling with the constant whirr of the vibrators, Emily completed her tour of the main deck without stumbling. Her hands ached from being used like feet. Her feet ached from the awkward position they had been forced into. The only sensation she could feel springing from her nipples was the distant feeling of despair they emitted between flaming bolts of delight. Panting like a dog, she glanced shyly up at Laura, wondering if the woman approved of the way she had walked.
Laura collapsed on to a heavily padded sunlounger. She snapped her fingers and Emily manoeuvred herself quickly to the woman’s side. ‘You did that well,’ Laura said, holding Emily’s chin with her hand. ‘It took some time, but I think you’re finally learning.’
Emily nodded, no longer troubling herself with thoughts of defiance. She watched as Laura spread her legs on the sunlounger, revealing her naked body beneath the silk kimono. Her large breasts rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of her breathing.
Emily glanced hesitantly at the woman’s nipples. They were large and erect, slightly darker than the rose-tinted flesh of her broad areolae. Her gaze swept downwards and she found herself staring at the fluffy bush of blonde pubic curls that covered Laura’s sex. She was sitting so that the lips of her labia could not be seen, but Emily suspected they were already moist with arousal.
Laura pulled her chin sharply, forcing Emily to stare into her eyes.
‘Look at me while I’m speaking to you,’ she commanded. ‘Not my body.’
Emily nodded, lowering her eyelids by way of apology.
Laura’s smile was predatory. ‘You liked what you saw?’ Without waiting for a reply she said, ‘That’s good. You’ll enjoy it all the more.’ Laura lay back on the sunlounger and pulled Emily’s face towards her. Guiding Emily’s mouth towards her breasts, she whispered softly, ‘Please me, Emily. Please me.’
Emily pressed her tongue over Laura’s nipple and tongued it gently. She worked the tip over the huge nub, aware that the woman was murmuring soft words of approval. She traced her mouth over the pale pink flesh of Laura’s areolae, stimulating the skin effortlessly.
Laura sighed with delight and reached between Emily’s breasts. With an almost casual flick of her fingers, she unfastened the nipple clamps, dropping them to the floor.
Emily groaned with gratitude. The clamps had been giving her a wealth of pleasure, but they had also been damned uncomfortable. A wave of relief washed over her, as strong and powerful as any of the orgasms she had experienced. Feeling indebted towards the woman, Emily sucked harder on her breasts.
‘Vincent,’ Laura called calmly.
Emily sighed. She wondered if Laura was going to get the man to release her wrists and ankles. They were still held tightly by the chains and manacles making every movement a chore. She knew that to be released from the manacles would be as great a relief as having the nipple clamps removed.
‘I’d like a drink, Vincent,’ Laura said quietly.
Emily felt her hopes of release dashed. She stopped herself from thinking badly of the woman, determined instead to please her as she had demanded. She moved her head and began to suck at Laura’s other breast.
‘No,’ Laura said firmly. She placed her hand on Emily’s forehead and grabbed a handful of her hair. With a surprising show of strength, she pushed Emily’s mouth between her legs.
Emily inhaled the musky scent of Laura’s sex. She saw the woman shift position, raising her pussy lips so that Emily could tongue them. Hesitating, not sure what was expected of her, she slowly lowered her mouth on to the woman’s sex. Her nose moved softly through the pale hairs of her blonde pubic bush. Carefully, she guided her lower lip towards the wet lips of Laura’s pussy. As she had suspected, the woman was sodden with arousal. Her lips glistened with pussy honey.
Cautiously, Emily flicked her tongue against the wetness. Her mouth was enjoying the sweet juice of the woman’s desire, and she took a grim morsel of satisfaction from the taste. Emily knew that she had caused that arousal. The pussy honey she was gently licking had been inspired by her. With this thought paramount in her mind, she nuzzled against Laura’s sex and began to run her tongue greedily over the lips.
Laura moaned gently. She kept her hand on Emily’s head, reminding her of the inferior position she was relegated to. While Emily licked at the sweet, succulent cleft, Laura took her drink from Vincent and sipped it languidly.
‘You look divine there, honey.’ Captain Wilde called the words from his position behind the wheel.
Emily tried not stiffen at the sound of his voice, fearful there would be a penalty to pay. She continued to probe her tongue against the yielding flesh of Laura’s sex. Her cheeks and nostrils were coated with the heady scent of love juice, and she found it easy to forget everything else in the world except for the beautif
ul demanding mistress beneath her. The vibrators were still buzzing, held tightly inside by the rubber bodysuit. She found that just by thinking about them, she could enjoy the tingling delight of their movement. Not thinking about them, the pleasure was a distant joy, like the half-heard melody of a whispered refrain.
‘I feel divine,’ Laura called back to him. ‘Care to join us?’
As she heard the heavy fall of his footsteps on the deck, Emily realised the captain had not needed much in the way of encouragement. She heard him bark an instruction at Vincent, telling him to take over the wheel. Then she could feel his loathsome presence, nearer than she wanted him to be.
‘You’re far too soft with your slaves,’ he told his wife, a note of censure colouring his words. ‘You shouldn’t let them have the joy of tasting you,’ he said sternly. ‘They don’t appreciate the pleasure you’re allowing them.’
Emily stole a glance at her mistress.
Laura nodded agreement. ‘I can’t help myself,’ she said honestly. ‘I suppose I’m just one of those people who’s too generous for their own good.’ She smiled wryly at her husband, nodding casually down at the woman between her legs. ‘Mr Masters is going to love this one,’ she told him.
The captain smiled in reply. ‘I don’t just think John will like her,’ he said. ‘She could even tempt Al from his usual predilections.’
Laura grinned her agreement. ‘Just so long as they’re not too besotted to sign the contract.’
The captain kissed his wife passionately on the lips. His hand went to her breast and he stroked the orb lovingly. Moving his fingers gradually around the pale flesh, he ignored the nipple and areola, concentrating on the neglected expanse of sensitive skin.
Laura groaned excitedly and shivered. ‘How long is it since we enjoyed one another?’ she asked him.
Captain Wilde laughed. ‘It’s the best part of a day I’d wager,’ he told her. ‘Do you think we should start making amends?’
Laura giggled. ‘I think we’re long overdue,’ she told him. She moved position and pulled Emily so that she was lying beneath her. Placing a leg on either side of Emily’s head, Laura rocked her buttocks provocatively in front of the captain, encouraging him to enter her. ‘Carry on tonguing me, Emily,’ Laura instructed coolly.
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