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  Emily sighed.

  Then the mouth was being pressed against her. The tongue worked its way around the fingers, teasing the sensitive folds of her delicate pink lips. After licking her labia softly, the tongue returned to her clitoris.

  Her sigh turned into a groan of pure delight. Without realising she had started to do it, Emily saw she was fondling her own breasts. She rolled the nipples gently between her fingers, exciting the hardened tips with a combination of playful tweaks and gentle caresses.

  This time, when the orgasm struck her, she released a guttural roar of satisfaction. Her jubilant cry echoed through the boat and out into the night. Wave after wave of excitement rolled over her, transporting her body to an ethereal plane. For an instant she was so elated the world did not seem to matter. She was lost in the heady indulgence of whole and total satisfaction.

  As the waves subsided and reality began to encroach on her bliss, she realised the woman was kissing her mouth. Emily allowed the woman to explore her. She could taste the musky scent of her own juice on the stranger’s lips and found the flavour intoxicating.

  She reached out a hand, eager to explore the woman’s body. Her fingers traced along the smooth dip of the woman’s waist then up towards her breast. It felt so unusual to be caressing a woman in this way that Emily felt her longing increase. She could not recall experiencing such intense desires. Since she had first glimpsed the events in the pilothouse, she had been victim to a boundless sexual appetite. Stroking her hands against the woman’s bare flesh, Emily’s craving did not abate.

  She realised it was Dawn when her hands cupped the woman’s breasts. Her fingers touched the metal piercings which penetrated the delicate flesh of her nipples. Unable to resist the temptation, Emily drew her finger around the sensitive flesh of Dawn’s areolae. She allowed her finger to tease the hardened nub by stroking it, then tugging gently on the silver ring.

  Dawn sighed happily. She reached over to embrace Emily, her hands stroking, touching and caressing.

  Emily stopped her with a kiss. She pushed Dawn back on to the bunk and held her against the mattress. There were no lights in the cabin, save for the trickle of starlight that filtered down from the hatch above. Both their bodies were held in shadows; the flesh was coloured almost navy in the midnight light.

  Emily glanced down at Dawn’s body, an appreciative smile breaking her lips. She was excited by the svelte slenderness of the woman’s figure, and even more aroused by her own intentions. She swallowed nervously, trying not to think about what she was doing, then placed her mouth over Dawn’s bare breast.

  Dawn groaned happily.

  Emily explored the pierced nipple with her lips and tongue. She sucked gently on the hard nub and teased the ring between her teeth.

  Dawn’s moaning increased. She rolled from side to side writhing her hips together. Softly, she encouraged Emily with warm, reassuring words. The light touch of her fingers stroked against the cool flesh of Emily’s neck.

  Moving her mouth from one breast to the other, Emily grinned happily. She licked the orbs, enjoying the salty taste of Dawn’s sweat. Tracing her tongue downwards she licked over the flat of her stomach and moved her mouth to the bare mound of Dawn’s shaved pussy.

  Her mouth found the woman’s hole, and she licked furiously at it. She had never dreamt of doing such a thing before, but her appetite for Dawn’s heated sex seemed unending.

  Emily had noticed the woman’s labia were pierced before. Actually teasing the rings with her tongue was a pleasure she had not anticipated. She licked the folds of flesh gently, savouring the flavour and enjoying Dawn’s guttural, appreciative moans. Her tongue slid easily into the warm wet confines of Dawn’s hole and Emily shivered excitedly. She continued to lick, nibble and tease until Dawn was gasping helplessly, on the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm.

  Emily smiled up at her. She pushed her fingers between Dawn’s legs and found herself enjoying the feeling of fingering another woman’s hole. It would have been exciting enough without the added stimulus of Dawn’s pierced labia. But with the two sensations combined, Emily felt dizzy and exhilarated.

  She changed around on the bed and straddled Dawn’s supine body. Adopting the position as though it was second nature, she thrust her pussy into Dawn’s face and buried her mouth against the wet mound of the woman’s sex. Before, the excitement had seemed unbearable. Now, it was more than she could cope with.

  As Dawn’s tongue entered her pussy, Emily felt an explosion of pleasure fill her body. She kissed hungrily at Dawn’s wet hole, lapping up the woman’s juice and pushing her tongue against the hardening pearl of her clitoris.

  Beneath her, Dawn growled happily. She was experiencing her own climactic thrill as Emily kissed her. Moaning softly, she probed her tongue deep inside Emily’s hole.

  At the same time, Emily pressed her face hard against Dawn’s wet lips. She kissed passionately the slick heat of her sex. Using the tips of her fingers to spread Dawn’s lips apart, she ran her tongue gently over the exposed nub of her clitoris.

  Emily lost count of the number of orgasms that coursed through her body. She was lost in a blissful paradise of pleasure. Her body ached with the dull satisfied throb of pure elation. Inhaling the heady scent of Dawn’s arousal, Emily screamed delightedly. Her mouth was filled with the succulent sweet flavour of the woman’s pussy cream, and she tried to recall if she had ever experienced so much pleasure in one day before. She could not recall ever feeling so satisfied. As the clouds of euphoria swept around her, Emily wished that the moment would go on for ever.

  She did not know how long she and Dawn played together. The delight she received from exploring the woman’s body was so intense, Emily could have endured it all evening. Her fingers were no longer content with just exploring the woman’s shaved pussy lips. Occasionally she would tease a digit around Dawn’s tightly puckered arsehole. As she did this, she could not decide which aspect gave her the most pleasure. Actually enjoying such intimacy with another woman was a thrilling experience, as was the sound of that woman’s ecstatic cries of gratitude.

  When the final climax tore through her, Emily rolled off Dawn’s body and lay in blissful silence on the bunk. Dawn lay still for a while, obviously as sated as Emily after their shared passion. She was the first to move after their love-making, and that was only to reach for Emily’s breasts so she could tease them again.

  ‘No more,’ Emily begged. ‘I don’t think I could take any more.’

  Dawn shrugged. ‘Don’t you want to try?’

  Emily grinned. ‘Maybe later,’ she said, shifting position so she could lie next to the woman. ‘I wish I had a cigarette,’ she said quietly. The craving was only mild and she had almost discounted it before the words had formed. She was reminded of the half-used pack in her handbag and this touched on a wealth of memories she did not want to explore.

  Dawn frowned in the darkness. ‘The captain doesn’t allow smoking on board,’ she explained, unaware of the thoughts tumbling through Emily’s mind. ‘It’s a punishable offence.’

  Emily shook her head, smiling softly to herself. ‘He rules this ship with a rod of iron, doesn’t he?’

  Dawn nodded. ‘It feels like iron sometimes, but it’s made of cane. And remember, it’s not a ship. It’s a boat.’

  Emily grinned in the darkness and repeated the word.

  ‘Will you be taking the captain up on his offer?’ Dawn asked. She put her hand against Emily’s breast and casually toyed with the nipple as they spoke. It was a gesture made more intimate by its subtlety, and Emily allowed her to continue, enjoying the attention.

  ‘Which offer is that then?’ Emily asked coolly.

  ‘He wants you to stay with us until we reach Havalaña,’ Dawn explained. ‘Why don’t you do that?’ There was a childlike eagerness in her voice. ‘You and I could spend most of our evenings together, like this,’ she coaxed. Her fingers tightened softly around the bud of Emily’s nipple, adding encouragement to her plea.


  ‘It’s a tempting proposition,’ Emily told her. ‘With you as the enticement, it sounds almost too tempting,’ she added softly.

  Dawn giggled and kissed Emily lightly on the corner of her mouth. ‘Once you get used to the captain, you find he’s not so bad,’ she explained. ‘He can be very cruel, but that’s not always as unpleasant as it sounds.’

  Emily smiled, not wholly convinced that this was true. The scene in the pilothouse was vividly imprinted on her memory. As she recalled the situation, she knew whose position she would rather have occupied. The sight of Dawn, on her knees, being forced to suck one man’s cock whilst another beat her, had been intensely arousing. Dawn had looked delightful being subjugated to such a humiliating punishment. However, Emily had thought the captain’s position looked far more exciting. To be able to brandish the cane, to be able to have someone do her bidding when she told them, was a stimulating notion. She envied the captain’s good fortune and his position of absolute power.

  She smiled quietly to herself, surprised by the sudden appetite for sexual power. A thought occurred to her and she brushed Dawn’s hand away crisply. Turning to study the woman’s face in the darkness, she asked, ‘Why did you come here, Dawn?’

  ‘I wanted to do things with you,’ Dawn replied coyly.

  ‘Was that the only reason?’ Emily asked, sensing there was something else in the woman’s voice.

  ‘Does it matter?’ Dawn asked, unable to meet Emily’s gaze.

  Emily nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘It matters to me.’ She put her arm around Dawn’s shoulder and held her naked body. Still unused to holding another woman like this, she felt the warm embers of her desire being rekindled between her legs. Almost unconsciously, she rubbed her fingers against the pierced nipple closest to her hand. ‘Did the captain send you?’

  Dawn nodded, unhappy at having to admit this.

  Emily was not particularly surprised by the revelation. ‘Did he say why?’

  Dawn nodded again. ‘He wants you as one of his slaves on the boat,’ she began. Her words were a soft, reluctant whisper. ‘He and Laura are having a bet as to whether or not you stay.’

  In the darkness, Emily grinned. ‘Why did he send you? Was I supposed to fall in love with your charms and decide that I couldn’t bare to be parted from you after this night?’ It was a fanciful idea, she supposed but it was the only plausible one that came to mind.

  Dawn shook her head. She caressed Emily’s breast as she spoke, allowing the woman to tease her own piercings at the same time. ‘He said I had to give you a wink at dinner,’ she explained. ‘He wanted to see how you responded.’

  Emily frowned, remembering the incident. ‘As I recall,’ she said quietly. ‘I was so scared I probably looked revolted.’

  Dawn nodded. She smiled fondly at the memory. ‘Captain Wilde said that it was enough for him to know what you really wanted. He said if you reacted like that to a come on from a woman, you were obviously fighting your own real feelings.’

  Emily’s smile was perplexed. ‘He’s quite the psychologist, isn’t he?’ she remarked.

  Dawn shook her head. ‘He’s a good captain. You could enjoy your time on this boat with us if you wanted.’

  Emily shook her head sadly. ‘I’m sorry, Dawn,’ she said quietly. ‘But I don’t think I can now. I wouldn’t feel right with myself if I thought I’d been manipulated by someone.’

  Dawn stopped caressing Emily’s breast and frowned at her unhappily. ‘You’re going to leave the boat. You can’t!’

  Emily kissed the dark-haired woman gently on the lips. ‘I am, and I can,’ she said cheerfully. ‘There is nothing on this planet that could possibly make me submit to Captain Wilde.’ First thing tomorrow, she decided, she would tell the captain of her plans. He could drop her off at the first port they came to, sooner if it was possible. She was determined to do whatever it took to get off the boat and get away from the man.

  Staring upwards and glancing at the star-studded sky, she repeated the words, like a chant to ward off evil spirits: ‘There is no way that I’m ever going to submit myself to Captain Wilde again.’

  Three

  Vincent watched as Laura and Captain Wilde tied Dawn to the wheel. She was stark-naked save for the ropes around her ankles and wrists. Her body glistened in the morning sunshine. The flesh was slick with an oily layer of sun tan lotion that Vincent had applied earlier. Her hands were outstretched and her legs were spread wide apart, revealing the pouting lips of her pussy. The pose accentuated her slender figure. It also put her in a distinctly vulnerable position. Her arse still sported the fading stripes of her punishment from the night before, and Vincent knew, just looking at her, that fresh marks would replace them before the day was out.

  A hazy South American sun beat down on the boat, warming her bare flesh.

  Laura moved in front of Dawn and tweaked the woman’s pierced nipples. ‘Should I clamp these to the wheel, Captain?’ she asked wickedly.

  Captain Wilde shook his head. ‘That would give her an unfair advantage.’ He grinned broadly and slapped a cheerful hand against Dawn’s bare arse. The woman trembled beneath the blow. ‘You’ve got a good day for your maiden voyage,’ he said happily. ‘Do you think you’re up to it?’

  ‘Yes, Captain Wilde,’ Dawn whispered softly. Her breathing was already ragged from sexual anticipation.

  He laughed darkly. ‘Clear waters ahead,’ he told her. His eyes shone with the wicked light of black mirth.

  Vincent followed the captain’s gaze to the bow of the boat and beyond. The Amazon was a tranquil ribbon of azure, stretching for miles until it reached the horizon where it shimmered in the day’s heat. Huge purple and white water lilies lined the shores of the river, languishing in the shadows of the over hanging shrubbery.

  They weren’t just clear water’s ahead, Vincent thought. The sky was cloudless and unbroken as well. The brilliant white sails of the clipper’s rigging rustled gently beneath the unending cerulean canopy. He felt his chest swell with affection as he admired the day’s beauty. It was a glorious day to be on the river, and he was determined to enjoy every last moment of it, if the captain would allow.

  Vincent checked his watch and calculated how long Dawn had to endure on the wheel. It was eight o’clock in the morning. Breakfast had just been completed, and Vincent knew that Dawn would be tied to the wheel for the next three and a half hours. Captain Wilde was a cruel bastard, but even he was not so cruel as to keep Dawn tied naked beneath the treacherous rays of the Amazon’s noon sun.

  Captain Wilde picked up his cane and tested it in the air. It whistled smartly on its downward arc.

  Dawn flinched instinctively. Even though she had only heard the sound, she released a small gasp of terror.

  Both the captain and Laura laughed at her nervousness. They kissed one another passionately. His hands went to her breasts and gently squeezed the rounded orbs. She embraced him tightly, squeezing his buttocks through his shorts. The intimacy of their kiss was so strong that the naked girl between them was temporarily forgotten.

  Captain Wilde broke the kiss and beamed happily at his wife. ‘Are you ready to begin, honey?’ he asked.

  Laura nodded cheerfully. She took the cane from his hand and tested it through the air. Again, Dawn flinched from the sound. The clipper jostled on the waves, veering ever so slightly to starboard. The captain and his wife laughed happily together.

  Vincent knew the game they were planning. He could not suppress his own smile as he watched them prepare. It was a simple game, one of the typical challenges that the pair gave one another. Dawn was tied to the wheel, effectively in charge of the boat’s direction. Her every movement affected the course of the Amazon Maiden, and she was the crux of the captain’s challenge.

  Captain Wilde stood on the port side of the boat, Laura was starboard. They were each intending to beat, caress, tease and arouse Dawn as she stood at the controls. If she veered the vessel towards the port shore, Captain Wild
e was the winner of the challenge. Laura won if the vessel headed towards starboard.

  Vincent had already been the centrepiece of this particular game, and he knew perfectly well what Dawn could expect. He smiled indulgently at her naked body, envying her the good fortune of being used by the pair.

  ‘I’m ready when you are,’ Laura told her husband. She smiled fondly at him. ‘Are you going to begin the proceedings as Captain Nasty?’

  He laughed indulgently. ‘It is my turn,’ he reminded her. ‘You started off as Madame Whiplash the last time we played this.’

  Laura smiled broadly and returned the cane to him.

  Vincent nodded in rueful agreement. The couple were great game players and adhered to their own rules with a meticulous eye for detail that bordered on being pedantic. Whenever the two had a victim tied to the wheel, they each had to adopt an opposite role. If Captain Wilde was being his usual tyrannical self, Laura had to be all sweetness and light. Similarly, if Laura was playing at being the cruel vindictive bitch, Captain Wilde had to treat the slave with gentleness and cordiality.

  Vincent could not see the point to their challenges. He did not know if they had money or forfeits wagered on the outcome. He simply knew that the couple extracted every last gram of pleasure from the games. Thinking practically, he supposed that was enough for them. The couple continually invented new contests for one another, Dawn and he had been piggy-in-the-middle for most of them.

  ‘What’s our heading, Vincent,’ Captain Wilde called gruffly.

  Vincent checked the pilothouse console and quickly noted the readings on the dials. ‘Southward bound at eight knots, Captain,’ he replied.

  Laura grinned at her husband.

  The captain smiled back. He raised his cane and brought it down against Dawn’s left buttock. The slap of the wood against her bare flesh cracked across the deck.

  Dawn gasped as the red hot wire of pain tore into her.