Amazon Slave (11 page)

Judy’s broad grin was warm and inviting. On her way from the riverside she had decided exactly what they would do next. The
Amazon Maiden
was going to be docked for the next two hours. She had to keep Roderick in the hotel room for at least that long, and she knew exactly how to do it.

‘Follow me,’ she said softly.

He stared at her uncertainly.

Judy reached her hand towards his groin. His cock was flaccid but she grabbed it between her fingers and stroked it with the warm palm of her hand. Responding to her touch, the erectile tissue began to harden quickly.

‘Shouldn’t we be looking for Emily?’ he asked, with no real conviction.

Judy guided him from the en suite bathroom into the bedroom. It was basic accommodation: plain walls, thin curtains and a small wrought-iron bed. The furniture was sparse and unimaginative. The only thing Judy had liked about the room was the huge window that dominated one wall. Now, she considered it unhappily, aware that it could spoil her plan. If she intended to have Roderick take her in every conceivable position for the next two hours, he might glance out of this window. However, it would be unlikely that he would see Emily from there, she realised. The chances were that she was not on board the
Amazon Maiden
, but Judy did not dare to take the risk. She had planned carefully and executed her ideas with clockwork precision. There was no sense in risking failure now.

‘Lie down,’ she told him. ‘I’m in the mood for some fun.’

He frowned uncertainly. In spite of his doubts he sat on the bed and stared expectantly at her.

Judy glanced from his face to the window and realised he still had an adequate view of the world outside. ‘I said lie down,’ she reminded him. She pushed her fingers gently against Roderick’s slender chest and made him lay on the bed. Glancing from his face to the window she saw that he was no longer able to see outside. ‘That’s better,’ she said.

‘What do you want to do?’ he asked, grinning up at her.

Judy smiled. She unfastened the skirt she was wearing and stepped out of it. Parading her slender legs in front of him, she took the skirt in both hands and tore it in two. Before Roderick could ask what she was doing, she had climbed on to the bed. She took one hand and caressed his palm lovingly. Then she was tying half her skirt around his wrist. She bound him quickly, securing the remainder of the skirt to one of the bars on the bed’s wrought-iron head.

‘Bondage?’ Roderick asked. There was no hint of refusal in his voice, just a note of pleasant surprise.

‘How did you guess?’ Judy said, tethering his other wrist to the bed. She could not stop herself from smiling at his eagerness for the game. She knew from personal experience that Roderick’s father enjoyed a similar fetish. It had been nothing more than a calculated gamble to work out that father and son might share similar interests. Not that she would have told Roderick about her affair. There were only three people who had known about it, and Judy had already eliminated the only person who was likely to talk. If their brief relationship ever did become public knowledge, Judy was going to be the one to make it known.

Roderick laughed, unaware of Judy’s thoughts. ‘I’ve never known the appeal for this sort of thing. I mean, no one is ever properly tied to a bed, are they? There’s always some way of getting out, isn’t there?’

Judy grinned down at him. His father had said something similar and she had proved him wrong. She removed her blouse, revealing herself to him in just her bra and panties. Using the same quick skill she had displayed with the skirt, she tore the blouse in two and tied his ankles to the wrought-iron foot-board.

Glancing down at him, she admired her handiwork. He was tied spreadeagled on the bed and she doubted he would be able to move. ‘Why don’t you see how secure they are?’

Roderick tested the bindings. A doubtful frown crossed his brow as he realised he was well and truly bound. ‘So what do you do to me now?’

She traced her hand down his chest, allowing her fingers to brush against the dark hairs around his cock. He was already hard and eager for her, his shaft pointing proudly upwards. She traced her fingers along it, tapping it gently with the tips. ‘I do whatever I want to do now,’ she told him. She cupped his balls and kneaded them gently in her palm.

Roderick sighed.

Judy rolled his testicles in her hand, squeezing them softly, then releasing them. His breathing deepened, and she squeezed them slightly harder. His cock twitched appreciatively. She licked the palm of her other hand and rolled the wetness over the swollen end of his erection.

Roderick groaned. He writhed on the bed, his arms and legs pulling strenuously at the restraints.

Rubbing her hand slowly up and down his anxious length, Judy grinned at him as he glanced awkwardly at her face. She continued squeezing his balls, using more pressure than she thought he was comfortable with. Each press of her fingers made his cock stand harder than the last.

‘You like?’ she enquired.

He swallowed. ‘I like,’ he agreed, not bothering to find proper words for his enjoyment. His gaze alternated between her face and her hand as it continued to rub over the swollen end of his cock. It was obvious from the dull light of appreciation that glimmered in his eyes that his enjoyment went far beyond the simple ‘like’. His breath turned to a shallow pant of excitement.

She continued to roll her wet hand over the end of his cock, constantly squeezing his sac with gradually increased pressure. She stopped when she felt his balls begin to throb. He was close to coming, she realised, and with two hours to kill she had no intention of letting him climax just yet. She dragged the pillow from beneath his head and shoved it underneath him. It held his arse away from the bed, thrusting his cock higher into the air. It also had the advantage of pushing his limbs harder against the restraints on his wrists and ankles.

With the pillow beneath him, Judy knew that Roderick had no chance of release until she untied him.

She pressed her mouth over his nipple and bit hard on the tiny nub.

Roderick gasped. ‘Careful,’ he warned her. ‘That hurts.’

She laughed. ‘It’s meant to.’ Her fingers found the eager pulse of his erection and she bit his other nipple while stroking his cock. His length shivered excitedly in her hand.

Roderick struggled uncomfortably beneath her, but Judy was not going to release him yet. Without allowing him to see it, she checked her wristwatch to gauge how much longer she had to keep him tied to the bed. It was only six-thirty, and she was not prepared to let him go until eight o’clock at the very earliest.

She teased his nipples with her tongue for a moment, then nibbled them mercilessly with the tips of her incisors. He moaned beneath her, grumbling half-heartedly about the discomfort, but hardening beneath her fingers all the time. Judy could sense his impending orgasm, and she stopped herself from biting before it went too far.

‘Being tied up is only the beginning of proper bondage,’ she said conversationally. ‘Part of the excitement is being restrained and feeling vulnerable. There’s another aspect to it that is even more fun.’

Roderick raised his eyebrows in a question. ‘You sound like quite an authority.’

Judy grinned. ‘I wouldn’t have called myself an authority, just an enthusiastic amateur.’ She placed a leg on either side of his body and stared down at him. Reaching behind herself, she released the clasp on her bra and allowed it to fall from her body. She rubbed her breasts gratuitously above him, making a show of stimulating her own nipples and massaging the orbs. ‘Do you like looking at my tits?’ she asked, aware of his approving smile.

Roderick nodded. ‘I could look at them all day,’ he replied eagerly.

Judy shook her head. ‘You couldn’t,’ she explained. She reached for the bra and moved it over his face. ‘This is part of the game,’ she explained. ‘If you don’t see what’s happening, you get more excited.’ Placing one of the bra’s cups over each of his eyes, she quickly tied the straps around the back of his head, securing the makeshift blindfold. She doubted it was the most effective blindfold in the world, but she considered it more than adequate for her purposes this morning.

‘I can’t see a thing,’ Roderick complained.

‘That’s the whole point,’ Judy told him patiently. She glanced out of the window and saw the street was still quiet. It was a reassuring sight and she took a measure of relief from it. Perhaps she was being over-cautious about Emily but Judy knew the woman was a bad penny with a knack for always turning up when she was least wanted. Judy had her own bitter experiences of this happening.

She reached for Roderick’s nipple and squeezed it between her fingers.

He gasped excitedly; his cock twitched furiously.

Encouraged by his eager response, Judy dug the tips of her fingernails into the swollen nub on his chest and pressed hard. She could see the nails pressing deeply against the flesh, almost cutting into him. She knew the sensation must be exquisite, and she envied him the enjoyment she was giving.

‘Please,’ he begged. ‘No. That’s too much, I can’t…’

He got no further.

She shifted position on the bed as he pleaded for her to stop and placed her crotch over his mouth. The gusset of her panties pushed against his chin and she rubbed herself slowly upwards. The heat of her cotton-clad sex covered his mouth.

Knowing exactly what was expected of him, Roderick began to lick. His tongue stroked against her warmth through the fabric.

Judy shivered, surprised by the unexpected thrill of arousal. She had intended tying him to the bed as a diversion. She had not anticipated getting much in the way of pleasure for herself. However, her body responded with a passionate arousal that longed to be satisfied.

Roderick’s tongue traversed the gusset of her pants stimulating a plethora of exciting sensations. She could feel each fibre of the fabric pressing against the eager wet lips of her hole. He tried to manoeuvre his tongue around the pants and inside, but she wriggled out of his reach each time he attempted this. She allowed him to lap at her crotch until the pants were sodden with a combination of saliva and pussy juice. With the fabric soaked, his tongue slid more easily over her sex, intensifying her enjoyment.

Judy rubbed herself up and down his face, allowing him to tongue her from the tip of her clit to the forbidden hole of her anus. The fabric was so sodden it clung to her skin, outlining the folds and crevices of her pussy. Delighted by his touch, Judy moaned loudly. She shifted position and began to remove her panties. She glanced out of the window as she was doing this and swallowed nervously.

Carrying a small case, Emily was walking towards the hotel.

‘Fuck!’ she gasped angrily.

Roderick made a questioning sound from the bed and she considered him impatiently. Without any hesitation, she took her panties off and rubbed them beneath his nose. ‘Do you like the smell of these?’ she asked him, her mouth close to his ear.

He groaned in response.

‘Did you like the taste of these?’ she insisted. ‘Just now, when you were licking them, did you like the taste of my knickers?’

‘Yes,’ he gasped nervously.

She pushed them slowly between his lips, filling his mouth with the sodden knickers. His cock raged harder than ever before. Judy glanced at his twitching organ, surprised by the excitement he was receiving from being gagged. She had expected him to enjoy the game, but she had not thought he would like it this much. Moving her mouth close to his face, she whispered softly in his ear.

‘I need one more tiny prop to satisfy you properly,’ she told him. ‘I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t go away.’

Bound, blindfolded and gagged, Roderick nodded.

Judy rushed around the room, grabbing clothes from her suitcase and snatching the car keys from Roderick’s jean pockets as she dressed. She stepped into a pair of heels and checked her appearance before leaving. If she wanted things to work out her way, she had to get rid of Emily once and for all.

Snatching her bag from the bedside cabinet, she fled quickly from the room.

This time, there would be no mistakes.

*   *   *

‘Emily!’

Surprised, Emily glanced up when she heard her name being called.

There were so few people on the morning streets that she had no difficulty seeing the woman who hailed her. Not that it would be difficult to miss Judy in a crowd, she thought wickedly. The peroxide blonde in her short skirt and low cut top would have been difficult to miss anywhere. Emily’s gratitude cut through the ungracious thoughts. After being on board the
Amazon Maiden
for the last two days, she was even happy to see Judy.

‘Judy? How did you get here?’

‘I could ask you the same thing,’ Judy replied, rushing over to her. ‘Roderick’s been worried sick. We both have. We’ve been searching everywhere for you.’

Emily shrugged and grinned inanely. This was even better than finding a telephone, she realised. She could finally start to put her ordeal of the last two days behind her. ‘Well, now you’ve found me,’ she said. ‘Where’s Roderick? Is he in that hotel?’ She pointed at the doorway Judy had just left.

Judy shook her head. ‘Roderick’s still out searching for you,’ she explained. ‘You must be desperate for something to eat or drink though,’ she said quickly. ‘Let me get you something.’

Emily shook her head. ‘I’m fine, Judy. Honestly,’ she insisted.

Judy glanced at the bag she was carrying and raised a suspicious eyebrow. ‘You haven’t been stealing have you?’

With a broad grin, Emily shook her head. ‘A friend gave it to me, when he discovered I was penniless and without a change of clothes.’

‘A friend?’ Judy sounded intrigued and she made it obvious with her question.

‘Nothing like that.’ She paused before continuing, aware that Judy’s attention had been caught by someone else on the quiet street. Wondering if Roderick was there, Emily turned and followed the direction of Judy’s gaze. She groaned inwardly when she saw Captain Wilde and Vincent walking slowly up the road towards them. Closing her eyes, she hoped he would ignore her.