Amazon Slave (10 page)

He grinned and nodded.

Emily knew Dawn had spent the night with her on the captain’s instructions but she had thought Vincent was trying to help her. Thinking back to this morning, she saw that he had been the one who caused her to doubt the captain in the first place. She now realised this had been a subtle ploy to get her into bed. All the time, when she had believed she was in control, the captain and his slaves had been using her like a marionette.

‘You hateful bastard!’ she declared angrily.

Captain Wilde nodded. There was a note of steel in his voice when he spoke, and Emily could see that he was unhappy with her outburst. ‘You’re not the first person to call me that,’ he told her flatly. ‘Contrary to what you think of me, I will be putting you off this boat tomorrow morning at six o’clock sharp. I trust you will be washed and dressed by then, because even if you’re not I’ll be throwing you on to the dock.’

‘It can’t come soon enough for me,’ Emily told him stiffly.

He nodded. Turning his back on her, the captain headed towards the pilothouse. He paused halfway along the deck and studied her with a grave frown. ‘I truly hope you find your way back home, Emily. If you think that Laura and I will be on hand to offer you any more help, then you’re gravely mistaken.’

Emily snorted rudely. ‘I wouldn’t take your help if you offered it with gold bars,’ she said coldly.

Captain Wilde shook his head and smiled. ‘I wouldn’t be offering you any enticements,’ he said tightly. ‘If you ever need my help in the future, you are really going to have to beg for it.’

Emily stared angrily after him. There was something about his words that chilled her. She dearly hoped she would never have to meet the man again after tomorrow morning. He had to be the most hateful creature she had ever encountered, and if she never saw him again…

A nervous voice in the back of her mind broke into her thoughts, warning her that she wasn’t off the
Amazon Maiden
yet. She remembered that she had stowed away on the boat to get out of one village. There was not much chance of Port Maga being any more hospitable.

Thinking of Captain Wilde’s parting words, Emily hoped she never had the need to ask him for help. She could tell he would be unlikely to offer her free assistance. She also had a fair idea about the price she would have to pay.

The thought sent a shiver of revulsion coursing down her spine.

‘You really are a pair of hateful bastards,’ Emily said calmly. ‘If I had the time, I’d borrow the captain’s cane and stroke your bare arses with it.’

Vincent continued to ride his cock in and out as she spoke. He was standing behind her with his hands on her hips. The long shaft of his cock filled her pussy and sent shivers of delight thrilling through her body. The padlock was fully tightened around his length, and Emily knew that he could continue to ride her for hours if she chose to allow him.

He mumbled an apology, his lips nuzzling gently against the nape of her neck.

Dawn was on her knees. Her tongue was working Emily’s clit into a burning frenzy as she licked avariciously. The juices from Emily’s pussy, inspired by Vincent’s cock, coated her mouth and her lips. She murmured a brief apology, then continued with the task Emily had demanded of her.

Emily could not find it in herself to blame either of the slaves for her predicament. She had been the one who stowed away on the boat, and she had also lured Vincent into bed for her own ends. She did blame the captain for his part in the whole affair, but she could not put much weight behind her hatred. He had allowed his slaves to wish her a fond farewell this morning, and Emily thought that for him it was a magnanimous gesture.

She wriggled her pussy further on to Vincent’s cock, enjoying the feel of his length inside her. Absently, she told him to play with her tits while he fucked her.

Vincent obeyed. His fingers found her nipples and he massaged the orbs. Playfully, he tweaked and pulled at the hard nubs.

Emily sighed contentedly.

They were standing on the prow of the boat. Emily had her hands on the metal rails of the pulpit, steadying herself as Vincent repeatedly entered her. The morning had not yet begun and the sky was a dusky purple, fading quickly as the new day prepared to begin. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair as the hull cut small white crests through the dark blue waters of the Amazon. She inhaled the florid fragrance of the river’s air and tried to ignore the melancholy hue that coloured her thoughts.

Emily knew that Captain Wilde was watching them from his position in the pilothouse, but that did not trouble her. Only an hour away from getting off the
Amazon Maiden
, she felt a wave of relief rushing over her. She was going to miss Vincent and Dawn. They had taught her about a way of life that she would never have encountered in a million years back in England.

But still, she thought it would be nice to return to some semblance of normality, even without the luxury of a pair of servile slaves.

‘Port Maga’s just there, on the horizon.’

Emily turned at the sound of Laura’s voice. Dressed in a powder blue basque with matching stockings and shoes, she looked as delightful and formidable as she had when they first met.

Emily grinned. She felt no shame or embarrassment at being talked to whilst she enjoyed the two slaves. At one time, she knew she would have been shocked by the notion of talking to a third person as she satisfied her carnal appetite. Now, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Her inner muscles clenched tightly around Vincent’s cock. His huge length filled her, and she could feel the gently pulsing organ stretching her wide. At the same time, Dawn pressed her tongue against Emily’s clit. The slippery wetness of the brunette’s mouth was a delightful addition to the pleasure of Vincent’s cock. It inspired a thrill of excitement that rippled through her body.

‘I hope I haven’t interrupted your journey too much,’ Emily said quietly.

Laura shook her head, smiling. ‘It’s been an entertaining distraction to have you on board.’

‘I doubt Captain Wilde sees it that way,’ Emily said. ‘I haven’t upset the plans for your business meeting, have I?’

Again, Laura smiled and shook her head. ‘Vincent and Dawn know what they’re doing. Neither of them have let us down before. Will you be all right on your own?’

‘I should be,’ Emily said, after a moment’s thought. ‘It’s been kind of you to help me so much.’

Laura leant close to her, her lips mere millimetres from Emily’s mouth. ‘I wish I’d had the time to get to know you a little better,’ she whispered.

Emily felt her excitement heighten. Laura was a beautiful woman and one with such an innate air of authority that Emily could not help herself from feeling attracted to her. She needed no more incentive than the nearness of Laura’s mouth. Moving her head slightly forward, she kissed the blonde gently on the lips.

Laura’s hands caressed her sides as they kissed and Emily became lost in a wave of euphoria. The wind was blowing gently on her face; Vincent was riding his long cock forcefully between her legs; and Dawn continued to lap hungrily at her clitoris. Every nerve-ending in her entire body seemed to be revelling with a wealth of stimulation. She felt dizzy with the thrill of the climax that welled inside her.

As Laura cupped her buttocks, Emily passed over the brink of ecstasy and groaned delightedly. Tremors of pleasure continued to rack her body. She was distantly aware that Laura had stepped away from her, but Vincent and Dawn were continuing to lick and fuck her, making up for the woman’s absence.

When the waves of pleasure had finally subsided, Emily pushed the two slaves away. She turned to Laura, who had watched her climax from a distance and smiled happily. ‘I almost feel sorry to be going ashore,’ Emily said honestly.

Laura linked her arms through Emily’s and escorted her back to the pilothouse. ‘I’ll help you pack,’ she said quietly.

*   *   *

It was a handwritten sign, black enamel paint on a sheet of battered white tin. There were knocks and dents in the metal, where debris from the road had flown up and chipped at the paintwork. In one corner, Judy saw there was a bullet-hole penetrating the top right-hand corner. She glared hatefully at the town’s name: Port Maga.

‘Fuck!’ she snapped irritably. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

Roderick stepped out of the jeep and joined her. He was wearing a broad grin and he draped an arm easily around her shoulder. ‘I never thought we’d find the place,’ he said cheerfully. He punched her playfully on the shoulder and said, ‘You’re nearly as bad as I am when it comes to map-reading.’

Judy forced her lips into an indulgent smile. ‘I didn’t realise I was so bad.’ She tried to make the words sound cheerful through her clenched teeth. ‘The place looks like a shit-hole,’ she ventured casually.

Roderick nodded. ‘We’ll check out the dock, and if that’s no good we’ll scout round the town.’ He walked back to the car and held the door open for her.

Judy smiled at him, pleased by his chivalry. She was unhappy about being in Port Maga, but at least she was with Roderick and that meant a part of her plan had worked out. If she kept a level head and played things properly, she knew she would have him as her own fiancé before the end of the holiday. These thoughts tumbled through her mind as they drove through the maze of roads leading towards the riverside. She ignored the ramshackle collection of shacks and huts that lined the roads. Her interest did not even pique when they passed a large unimpressive hotel that boasted en suite showers. Judy was lost in a world of her own schemes and plans.

Oblivious to the wiles and machinations of Judy’s mind, Roderick drove into the village. He handled the jeep skilfully and parked it a safe distance from the riverside. The dock comprised of two small jetties and a large wooden hut. Roderick smiled sadly at its understated simplicity.

Judy could see that his hopes of finding Emily in Port Maga were slowly sinking.

‘Is this it?’ Judy sneered.

‘I’m afraid so,’ Roderick said glumly.

Judy rolled her eyes. Her disgust was apparent. She could think of no words base enough to express her contempt for the entire continent. ‘I’ll go down and check out the mud hut,’ she said eventually. ‘Do you want to book into that concrete dungeon of a hotel that we passed? I can catch up with you later.’

Roderick was already climbing out of the jeep. ‘No need,’ he told her. ‘I’ll go down there with you.’

Judy groaned inside and allowed him to escort her down to the riverside.

*   *   *

‘We arrive in Port Maga in ten minutes,’ Captain Wilde informed Emily stiffly. ‘I could ask a few of my contacts on the shore if they can help you.’

Emily shook her head. ‘I’ve had enough help from you already,’

His smile vanished. ‘You really are an unforgiving little cur, aren’t you,’ he said softly.

Emily returned his angry frown. ‘I’m not unforgiving,’ she told him. ‘I’m just not that willing to forgive you.’ She studied him, annoyed that he had such a nice body, handsome face and despicable personality.

‘I don’t like to repeat myself,’ Captain Wilde said quietly. ‘But because I think you’re too thick-headed to take this in a first time, I’ll make an exception.’

‘Go on,’ Emily said quietly.

‘We’ll be docked in Port Maga for two hours,’ he began. ‘After that, the
Amazon Maiden
will be gone forever.’

‘So?’ Emily asked, haughtily.

‘So,’ he continued. ‘I’m throwing you a lifeline. If you can’t find a telephone in the port, and you think the natives look formidable and inhospitable, you have two hours to change your mind.’

‘I thought you said I wouldn’t be allowed back on board your ship?’

‘Boat,’ he corrected smartly. ‘And I never said that. I believe I told you that if you wanted to come back aboard, things would be different. I think you know how I mean, don’t you?’

Emily stared at him and shivered. ‘I know exactly how you mean,’ she said stiffly. ‘But don’t worry. There’s no way I’m coming back.’

His smile was thin and cruel. ‘We’ll see,’ he said quietly. ‘We’ll see.’

*   *   *

‘Could you understand him?’ Roderick asked helplessly.

Judy shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I thought I knew the language, but I’m not sure he does,’ she explained. ‘It must be a dialect or something.’

Roderick sighed and stared unhappily at the muddy banks. ‘Did he say that a boat like that one had been through here in the last couple of days?’

Judy shook her head. ‘He hasn’t seen anything matching that description.’

Roderick stamped his foot on the floor. ‘Damn and blast!’ he exclaimed angrily. He glared at the fast flowing waters of the river and then glanced further up it. A movement on the horizon caught his attention and his bad mood seemed to dissipate. ‘Could that be it?’ he asked.

Judy squinted in the direction he was pointing. ‘It could be,’ she said calmly. Her thoughts were racing ahead. ‘It could well be,’ she told him with more conviction. ‘Why don’t you quickly go and find that hotel room. I’ll wait here and see if she’s on board.’

He shook his head. ‘That won’t be necessary, Judy. I’d better wait and make sure she’s all right if she’s on there.’

Judy smiled, a knowing expression on her lips. ‘I think you’d better find the hotel room,’ she insisted. ‘While you’re there you can either change your clothes, or think of an explanation for those stains and the lipstick marks around your groin.’

Roderick glanced down at himself and flushed furiously. He nodded agreement with Judy’s plan and took a step towards the jeep. ‘Are you all right here, alone?’

Judy nodded. ‘I’ll be fine,’ she told him. She watched him rush back to the jeep then drive from the riverside. As soon he was out of sight, she marched briskly back to the docking clerk. Her command of the language was a lot better than she had let Roderick know. She chatted with the clerk idly about the boat that was heading towards them. He had already recognised it as the
Amazon Maiden
. He knew the captain and knew the man’s habit for docking at Port Maga regularly.

Judy talked easily with the man for a couple of minutes. Once she had learnt that the boat would only be docked for two hours, she thanked him for his time. Walking swiftly from the riverside, she hurried off to join Roderick at the hotel. Another plan was already formulating in her mind.

*   *   *

‘What’s wrong?’ Captain Wilde asked.

Emily shrugged and shook her head. ‘Nothing,’ she told him. ‘I’m just being silly I guess. I thought I saw my step-sister on the dock. How crazy can you get, huh?’

His smile was understanding. It was an expression she could have almost liked. ‘Are you so desperate to see a friendly face that you’re imagining them now?’

‘Perhaps it’s not a friendly face I’m after seeing,’ she said, thinking of Judy’s quiet indifference towards her. ‘Maybe I’m just anxious to see someone who doesn’t want to take my clothes off and cane me.’

He grinned at her, taking in the contours of her figure in the short summer dress she wore.

The dress had been given to her by Dawn. Because of the height difference, it showed more of Emily’s legs than she felt comfortable displaying. She wanted to cover herself from the captain’s appreciative glances but she knew that doing this would only give him another reason to laugh at her. Feigning nonchalance, she continued staring over the port rails, her attention fixed on Port Maga.

‘Looking like that,’ he said quietly, ‘you’ll probably find a lot of men wanting to do a lot worse. At least with me, you know where you stand.’

She nodded bitterly. ‘I knew where I was standing when you tied me to the mast,’ she told him evenly. ‘That doesn’t mean I’m in a hurry to relive that experience.’

He shook his head sadly and turned away. ‘It’s too nice a day to play childish word games,’ he decided. ‘There are docking procedures to follow.’

From the corner of her eye, Emily watched him leave her side.

*   *   *

‘Was she there?’ Roderick asked quickly. ‘Had they seen her? What’s happened?’ He had just stepped from the shower and was towelling himself dry.

Judy smiled approvingly at his naked body. ‘It wasn’t the
Amazon Maiden
,’ she lied quickly. ‘The crew were all Brazilian and none of them could help.’

Roderick cursed angrily. ‘So what do we do now?’