Amazon Slave Page 5

  The boat had a subtle air of opulence that was beautifully understated. The vessel had been decorated tastefully in pale blue colours that lent an air of spaciousness. The light teak woodwork was polished to a dull lustre as were the framed photographs on either side of the companionway. It was a luxurious room with just enough homely charm to make it feel hospitable. If she had been there under other circumstances, Emily felt sure she would have had a marvellous time.

  Sitting beneath the imposing stare of Captain Wilde, she did not feel her time on board the Amazon Maiden would be anything like a pleasure cruise.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the galley door opening. Dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, Vincent appeared carrying a tray with a single plate on it. He quietly served her meal, then waited by Laura’s side for his next instruction.

  She glanced at the freshly cooked seafood platter he had presented her with. The fish was succulent and cooked to perfection. The vegetables in the side salad were crisp and tasty, lightly coated with a spicy garnish that she found exquisite. It was not until she was halfway through the meal that Emily realised they were all watching her eat.

  She glanced up from her plate, wondering if she had transgressed some other maritime rule.

  Laura smiled at her. ‘Please, carry on,’ she said quietly.

  Emily took a sip of her Bacardi and followed it with another forkful of food. As she watched, Emily saw Laura place her hand over Vincent’s groin and rub the swollen bulge between his legs. The shape of his hard cock was clearly visible through the denim and he smiled gratefully as the woman toyed with him.

  Shocked, Emily turned away and discovered the captain was grinning at her lasciviously. She suppressed a shudder and drained her glass in one. This was all getting too weird, Emily thought. She had no idea what to make of it all. There was a heady sexual tension in the saloon. Emily felt the atmosphere like a tight band across her chest.

  ‘You two can go and keep an eye on the pilothouse,’ Captain Wilde said crisply. He glanced sternly at Vincent. ‘But while you’re up there, you will remember my rules.’

  ‘Yes, Captain,’ Vincent said obediently. He and Dawn moved quickly out of the saloon, climbing up the steps of the companionway to the pilothouse. Emily watched as the blond man ascended, followed by Dawn.

  She could sense Captain Wilde watching her, waiting for a reaction. Emily remained nonchalant beneath his shrewd gaze, not daring to show any of the emotions that raged inside her. Not trusting herself to return his gaze, she glanced at Dawn and Vincent as they made their exit.

  As Dawn moved higher up the ladder, Emily realised she could see beneath the hem of her skirt. She wanted to snatch her gaze away. She had already proved herself a peeping Tom and she did not want to compound her guilt. Memories of the retribution she had suffered still burnt in her aching nipples.

  The dark cleft between Dawn’s legs was clearly visible. As she rose further up the ladder, Emily realised she could see the small ball closure rings that pierced the woman’s genitals. The discreet glimpse of pink flesh was an exciting sight and Emily felt herself flush with the mixture of emotions that swirled inside her.

  She had been repulsed by Dawn’s come-on but at the same time she had been darkly excited. Catching a discreet glimpse of the woman’s shaved pussy with its intimate body jewellery, Emily felt those dark, unexplored feelings return. She wondered what Vincent and Dawn might be getting up to in the pilothouse.

  Quickly, she stopped herself from following that train of thought. There were enough erotic distractions on the boat without filling her mind with such torrid ideas. She turned her attention back to the remainder of her meal and picked at the vegetables with her fingers.

  ‘You’ve put us in a bit of a predicament,’ Captain Wilde said quietly.

  Emily frowned and swallowed a mouthful of food. ‘A predicament? How so?’

  Laura smiled sadly. ‘We’re running on rather a tight schedule,’ she explained. ‘We had planned for most delays and eventualities but we hadn’t planned for a stowaway.’

  Emily shrugged easily. ‘If you just pull over to the shore, I’ll make my own arrangements and stop troubling you.’

  Captain Wilde and Laura exchanged a glance.

  ‘This is your first time in the Amazon Basin, isn’t it?’ Laura asked patiently.

  ‘Is it that obvious?’ Emily grinned.

  Captain Wilde replied. ‘It’s obvious when you make damned fool comments like that,’ he snapped angrily. ‘This is a fifty-foot clipper sailing along a notoriously treacherous stretch of uncharted water. It is not a Mini Metro pulling into a layby on the A1.’

  Emily tried not to quiver beneath his rising voice. ‘I just thought –’ she began.

  ‘You didn’t think,’ he broke in. ‘Unless you’re an experienced crocodile wrestler, I don’t think you gave it a moment’s thought.’

  Emily felt deflated. She stared unhappily at the captain. ‘I didn’t realise there were crocodiles here. I suppose I –’

  ‘Furthermore,’ he went on, speaking angrily over her. ‘You have already told us that you have no money, no passport, no command of the language and no knowledge of the locale. Do you really expect us to leave you to the mercies of whatever you may encounter out there? I may have a harsh way of doing things, but if I left you on the shore, I’d be signing your death warrant. I might just as well have left you tied to the mast.’

  Emily blushed, wishing he had not reminded her of that. Stroking her fingers sullenly through her hair she stared miserably at the remainder of her meal. Half of the plate’s contents remained but her hunger had now disappeared. ‘I could just walk back to the village where I was staying,’ she said quietly. ‘It was a port on the river so I shouldn’t have any difficulty finding it. It’s just a matter of following the water back to where we started.’

  Captain Wilde tilted his head back and laughed heartily. ‘That’s a good one,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Oh, Jesus! Which planet are you from? You’ve obviously never visited Earth before.’

  Laura leant across the table and placed a comforting hand on Emily’s arm. ‘We’re about a hundred miles from where you joined us,’ she explained. ‘It would take a team of experienced trackers the best part of a week to do the journey. I really do think you would be heading for trouble if you tried that option.’

  ‘Does that mean I’m stuck here?’ Emily asked.

  ‘You’re not stuck here,’ Laura said carefully. ‘But we do have other problems to deal with. I’ll explain and you can decide what suits you best.’

  Emily studied the woman warily.

  ‘We’re sailing down to Havalaña,’ Laura explained carefully. ‘It will take us another week if we continue at our current rate, and when we arrive we have a business meeting planned. On the way there, we will be stopping at two ports for the odd supplies we might require.’

  Emily nodded patiently.

  ‘Our feelings were: we could either drop you at the next port, or take you with us down to Havalaña.’

  ‘That’s a fairly major port, isn’t it?’ Emily asked. She recalled seeing the name in one of the holiday brochures she had studied.

  Laura nodded. ‘They have a couple of hotels and a small airport. It’s still a pissant little hole, but it’s as close to civilisation as we’re likely to get in this part of the world. Most importantly from your point of view, they have a British Consul.’

  The words conjured up so many welcome images that Emily could not stop herself from grinning. A British Consul would be the answer to all of her problems. Her lost passport would be dealt with, she could organise plane tickets and sort out travel arrangements to go back home. ‘They really have a British Consul?’ she asked. ‘I didn’t realise. I mean –’

  ‘Slow down,’ Captain Wilde’s words broke into the conversation softly.

  Emily stared at him, puzzled. She felt his dark words colour the rosy hue of the image Laura had built up.

  ‘T
his business meeting is fairly important to Laura and me,’ he explained. ‘The whole point of our journey there by boat is to prepare for it.’

  Emily shrugged, unable to see what he was driving at. ‘I can help if you like,’ she said quickly. ‘I have my own business back in England; I’d be happy to help sort out a presentation or run through any proposals you may have.’

  The captain and his wife smiled indulgently. ‘I don’t think you understand,’ Laura said patiently. ‘When we have this meeting, we won’t be discussing business.’

  Emily frowned, wondering if she had missed something. ‘If you’re not discussing business, and you need to prepare before the meeting, then what will you be doing, and how do I fit in?’

  Captain Wilde grinned broadly. ‘Remember what you saw in the pilothouse earlier,’ he said quietly. He leant across the table and stroked his hand against her cheek. It was a gesture that was far more intimate than Emily felt comfortable with. After being tied to the mast and manhandled by the man to the point of orgasm, she felt a bitter loathing for Captain Wilde. She flinched away from his touch before she could stop herself.

  The captain glared at her, his smile replaced by a look of the darkest fury. ‘What we shall be doing,’ he said tersely, ‘is preparing Vincent and Dawn for the meeting. We know from previous experience that our clients like to play corporal punishment games. As a sweetener for this deal, Laura and I have decided to entertain these two men by letting them use our slaves.’

  Emily’s eyes opened wide.

  She stared at Captain Wilde, her features strained with disbelief. ‘Slaves!’ she repeated. ‘Is this some sort of joke? Slaves? Corporal punishment games? You can’t be serious?’ She turned helplessly to face Laura. ‘Is he kidding me?’ she asked.

  It was obvious from Laura’s face that the captain’s words had been said in earnest. ‘He’s not kidding,’ Laura said quietly. ‘We thought you’d be a little shocked by the situation, which is why we’re prepared to give you a choice.’

  ‘That’s right,’ Captain Wilde said quickly. ‘If you don’t want to stay on board until we reach Havalaña then we can drop you off at Port Maga in two days time. There’s no British Consul there but I’m fairly sure they do have a telephone exchange. With a bit of luck you should be able to phone someone and organise your own help.’

  ‘All that we would ask,’ Laura said quietly, ‘is that if you chose to get off at Port Maga, you stay in your cabin until we arrive there. We wouldn’t want to offend you with the things we do, and we can’t afford for you to inadvertently interfere with our training programme.’

  ‘Not that you’d be likely to be offended,’ Captain Wilde said with a broad grin. ‘You seemed to get something out of your punishment at the mast,’ he observed wryly.

  Emily blushed. She stared into his dark eyes and glared at his hateful smile. Turning to Laura, she asked, ‘What if I wanted to stay aboard ‘till Havalaña?’

  ‘I don’t think you’ll want to,’ the captain replied. ‘I was going to suggest that in return for our taking you that far, you could show your gratitude in the same way that Vincent and Dawn show theirs. If we take you to Havalaña, we’d want you to be our slave for the week.’

  Emily glared at him, unable to put her disgust into words. She turned to Laura, trying to find confirmation of the captain’s dastardly suggestion.

  ‘Take the night to think it over,’ Laura said generously.

  Captain Wilde smiled at her silent fury. ‘We wouldn’t want to rush you into a big decision like this. You can tell us what you’ve decided over breakfast.’ He grinned lasciviously at her. ‘I hope you decide to take us up on the offer,’ he said. ‘You seemed very responsive on the main deck.’

  Sickened by the suggestion, Emily turned her pleading gaze to Laura.

  ‘You’d better get yourself off to bed,’ Laura said gently. ‘The captain and I have our work to do now.’ The heavy emphasis of her words left Emily with no doubt about her meaning. She did not know what work Laura and the captain would be doing but she felt certain it would be sexual. She nodded curtly to the pair of them and made her way to the cabin they had given her.

  ‘Pleasant dreams, Emily,’ Captain Wilde called after her. ‘I’ll see you at breakfast.’

  With the hateful sound of his words ringing in her ears, Emily left the saloon.

  * * *

  The sanctuary of sleep had entwined her in its dark blanket-like folds. She lay in the single bunk beneath a thin cotton sheet and her dreams transported her away from the nightmare of the waking world.

  Asleep, she was back in the hotel room with Roddy. The day had not been as bad as she had imagined, and they were drifting off together. His arms were around her, and she could feel the reassuring warmth of his body pressing against her naked skin.

  In her dream, she could tell that Roddy was in a playful mood and eager to do more than just sleep. His hand caressed her breast fondly and she was surprised to feel him tweak her nipple playfully. The gesture inspired a thrilling response and she shivered happily beneath his touch. Aroused by his foreplay, she turned over in the bunk, eager to accept his advances. She embraced his slender body and held him tightly for a moment. Her mouth searched hungrily for his and, when they met, their kiss was electric.

  She slid her tongue hungrily inside him and was pleased when he responded by fondling and caressing her breasts. His touch was firm and confident – a sure sign that she was dreaming, Emily thought.

  In reality, Roddy was a cautious lover and his cuddles and caresses were seldom very stimulating. On those rare occasions when he did take the initiative and touch her, he always treated her like a fragile glass ornament. His hands whispered against her skin, but there was rarely enough pressure from his touch to properly excite her.

  Tonight, her dream lover was not behaving like Roddy.

  The kiss was broken and she felt tiny appreciative kisses being delivered to her neck, shoulders and breasts. Her nipples were kissed, sucked and teased until they stood hard, like soldiers on parade.

  ‘Oh! Roddy,’ she whispered. ‘Please go on.’ She placed her hands on his head as he continued to work his kisses down over the flat of her stomach to the thick swatch of her pubic hair. She felt a kiss being placed on each inner thigh before he nuzzled gently against the tender bud of her clitoris. Squirming happily beneath his touch, she allowed him to lap hungrily at the delicate folds of her pussy lips.

  His mouth licked softly against her inner folds, teasing her and exciting her in ways that the real Roddy had never dared to try. Coupled with the soft roll and sway of the Amazon Maiden as it sped along the river, Emily revelled in the euphoria of the moment.

  The river lapped gently against the hull in the distance, and with a sigh she realised the noise had woken her. She opened her eyes and stared at the square of star-speckled sky visible through her cabin’s upper hatch. Even under these bizarre circumstances, she had to concede that the view was splendid.

  Between her legs, the tongue continued to lap.

  Emily froze, trying to work out what the hell was happening to her. If that bastard Captain Wilde had broken into her cabin she was going to…

  ‘You taste lovely.’ It was a woman’s voice.

  The words cut through her thoughts like a knife. She tried to compose her emotions into some semblance of order but it was an impossible task. A mixture of tiredness and arousal had turned her thoughts into a chaotic jumble. Emily knew she should be pulling away from the woman but the sensations she was enjoying were too good to relinquish.

  Knowing it was wrong was one thing. Finding the will-power to stop it was another.

  She allowed the woman to continue tonguing her cleft, and she breathed more deeply as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She wondered briefly who it was. The woman’s voice had come as such a surprise Emily had not been able to recognise to whom it belonged. The dark silver rays of the moonlight made it impossible to discern whether the woman between her legs was a
blonde or a brunette. With an air of dark, carnal abandon, Emily decided she did not care who it was. As long as they continued to please her for the next few minutes, she was willing to overlook their identity. Unable to believe her own acceptance of this promiscuity, Emily pushed her hands down and caressed the head nestling at her pussy. Her fingers ran through the long hair that stroked against the inner flesh of her legs. She tugged it gently and was pleased to hear a soft moan of appreciation from the woman who was licking her.

  Emily could feel herself falling into a sea of ecstasy. Warm waves of delight washed over her as the unknown lover continued teasing with her tongue. A warm wet mouth delivered soft, gentle kisses to the heat of her sex. Her clitoris was tongued and nibbled by the mysterious woman who had chosen to share her bed. Emily could feel the hot, dark wetness of her arousal mounting. The climactic tingling sensations that welled within her were building to monumental proportions. Breathing hard, she clenched her fingers tight into the thin cotton sheet on the bunk and braced herself for the enormity of her impending orgasm. Every muscle in her body shivered in accord. Her climax felt so close it was almost unbearable. She released her hands from the sheet and lovingly caressed the woman’s head.

  The realisation of what she was doing was brought home to her as she caressed the woman’s ears. Emily could feel her fingers brush against a pair of feminine drop earrings. Incredulous that she was being tongued by another woman, she bucked her hips forward and groaned with triumphant elation. The strength of her climax was tremendous, filling every pore with an explosion of delight.

  When her muscles finally stopped quivering, she realised the woman had slid a pair of fingers inside her. The lips of her labia were being spread wide apart by one hand while the woman eased a pair of fingers into the dark haven of Emily’s pussy. Her inner muscles clenched greedily at the digits and she wriggled herself eagerly on to them. With a gentle pull, the woman started to ease her fingers out before pushing them back in again. She used them slowly and deliberately, following the same tempo as the boat’s dip and sway through the river.