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Part 21

I sat at the stern of Townsend's super-yacht, 'DreamBoat', sipping on a beer
thoughtfully provided by the young woman whose job it was to look after this
part of the boat.

Without looking, I knew that she was standing next to the bar at the forward
part of the deck in her white shorts and T-shirt, like a bleached out
Hooter's girl.  I also knew that all I had to do was literally snap my
fingers, and she would come over to see if there was anything I needed.

It was obvious she was one of Townsend's submissives, and a happy looking
girl at that.

Instead of looking at her, although few would blame me if I did, I watched
the 'Kajira' under tow behind us.  Aboard our stricken vessel were two of
Townsend's able crew; there to make sure nothing else broke.

Around me on the large fantail were many chairs and tables, outdoor
furniture of good quality, built to provide comfort for those who wished to
see the view.  It was almost like an outdoor restaurant.  Overhead was a
large awning connected at one end to the superstructure of the boat and
supported at the other by two strong looking poles.

Decorated in greens and whites, it certainly kept the sun off.

I let my mind drift in neutral for a while, an attempt to forget the
troubles of the last few days.  All I really wanted was to get back to our
quiet vacation.  The sooner the 'Kajira' was fixed, the better.  Too many
strange and dangerous things had happened lately.  If much more occurred, I
would need a holiday from our holiday.

I was actually starting to drift off with the motion of the big boat; images
of Amy and my wife dancing behind closed eyes, when I heard the door to the
deck open.

Glancing behind me, I smiled, for it turned out to be the very people I was
thinking about.

Laura came through the door, a big grin on her face, followed by Amy with a
small smile.

I sat up a little, captivated by what I saw.  Laura had walked in quite
normally in her brief but attractive outfit, but Amy was on her hands and
knees, naked, with a leash attached to her collar being held by my wife.

"What's going on here?"  I asked, knowing full well that after I left the
schoolroom, the games must have continued.

"You like my new pet, Don?" Laura said smugly.  "I think I might keep her!"

I chuckled, and Amy turned a little red.  I have to say I liked how she
looked; I've always been a sucker for a woman on her hands and knees.

Amy glanced at the girl by the bar, and then out behind the boat to where
the two crewmen could be clearly seen.  She didn't look comfortable being
out here nude.

"Tell me, Amy," I said, "is it possible for a pet to own a pet?"

Amy looked up at me and then at Laura.  "No, Sir!" she said, her small smile
getting a little bigger.

Laura scowled at her, but she still had that smug look.

"I didn't think so," I replied.  "Laura, MY pet, join Amy on the deck!"

Laura blinked, her expression startled, her smug smile suddenly gone.  I
thought for a second she was going to protest, but instead she dropped the
leash she was holding and slowly sunk down to her hands and knees.  "Yes,
Sir."

I let them both stay that way for a moment, side by side, one dressed and
one naked.

"Amy, are pets usually dressed?" I asked.

"No, Sir!" Amy said right away.

"Laura, Amy says pets aren't usually dressed, so perhaps you should follow
her example," I said to my wife.

Laura glared at Amy.  "Yes, Sir," she said, and began pulling her blouse
off.

Amy looked like she was enjoying Laura's comedown; she was certainly a lot
less nervous.  I wondered what had passed between those two women after I
had left.  Laura certainly seemed to have pulled the dominant role there
this time.  No equal play in that encounter.

Once Laura was naked, she resumed her position next to Amy, and again I
watched the two of them, their well-tanned skin marred only by the welts of
recent whippings on their butts.

I saw with relief that Laura and Amy hadn't been playing whipping games.
Ben was very protective about anyone putting marks on Amy for any reason.
That he had allowed me to cane her this trip was a very big deal.

I snapped my fingers, and the girl at the bar hurried over.

"Take her clothes back to our cabin," I told the girl.  "Then bring back two
bowls with some water in them."

"Yes, Sir!" said the happy submissive, and with a bright smile she scooped
up Laura's things and ran into the boat.

I could tell Laura wanted to watch her clothes being taken away, and I could
see that it was now she that kept glancing at the men on the boat behind us.

"You guys enjoy looking around the boat?" I asked.

Both girls said yes, although I wondered how much sightseeing they actually
did.  Knowing Laura, she had probably dragged Amy over every inch of the
boat like this, just to embarrass her.  When Laura is in one of her dominant
moods, she can be almost vicious, something Ben and Amy already knew from
our online play.

"Sir, may a low girl speak?" Amy asked, correctly assuming that this was one
of those moments when it didn't pay to be too familiar.  There were plenty
of times when we all acted more as friends than as Doms and submissives, but
this wasn't one of them.

"Sure!" I said, sipping my almost empty beer.

"Where is Ben, Sir?"

"With Townsend, I think, said they had some business to discuss.  Do you
need him for something?"

Amy shifted slightly, her movement making her breasts sway slightly.  Laura
gave her a hard stare.

"No, Sir," Amy said.

"You okay spending time with Laura and me, under my rule?"

"Yes, Sir!" Amy answered right away, a beautiful smile appearing on her
face.

I smiled too.

"Very good.  You're both under Total Slave rules until further notice."

Laura immediately sat up and assumed her proper kneeling posture, hands
behind her head, knees wide apart.  Amy did the same after seeing what Laura
did.  Both women focused on the men, who could clearly see them from the
other boat, and I turned to look at them too.

Both guys were standing at the stern, talking to each other, but looking our
way from time to time.  No doubt, our display was nothing new to them.  It
WAS new to both Amy and Laura.

I chuckled and pointed to either side of me, and the women crawled on all
fours until Laura was at my right hand and Amy on my left.  There they knelt
until the girl I had sent away returned with two bowls.

"Sir," she said, "Mr. Townsend says that lunch will be served out here
shortly, and that he will join you soon."

"Thank you.  You can put the bowls by the bar," I told her, before she could
set them down in front of my 'pets'.

She did so, placing the bowls a good twenty-five feet away from us, before
resuming her own place close by.

"Laura, go have a drink."

A small smile mixed with a devil-like look that I knew so well crossed her
face, and she crawled over to the bowl, her beautiful striped ass wiggling
wonderfully as she moved.  Once she got to the bowls, she knelt and held her
long hair out of the way as she began to lap at the water.

She lapped slowly, using her whole tongue in a way that she knew I loved to
see.  Her body language at this point was more like a big cat than a puppy
girl.

I looked down at Amy who was looking straight down at the deck.  "Watch
her," I whispered, and Amy looked over at my wife.

"Doesn't she look great?" I asked Amy.

Amy smiled.  "Yes, Sir, she really does," Amy whispered back.

"Think you could look better?"

Amy's eyes seemed to brighten and her jaw firmed up, a challenge taken.

I called Laura back and sent Amy to the other bowl.

Amy crawled slowly, with an exaggerated sleekness that made her tight little
butt shift from side to side.  But it was when she got to the bowl that I
really took notice.

Just like a cat, she extended her arms in front of her and stretched,
arching her back and lowering her upper body until her nipples grazed the
deck.  She carried the stretch through all the way, coming up on her arms
and extending her shapely legs before taking her position to one side of the
bowl.

I was impressed!

Crouching low Amy began to lap at the water, but after a few seconds, she
bumped the bowl, spilling some of its contents.  Without pausing, she began
lapping up what she had spilled, and once it was all gone she drank some
more out of the bowl.

Then came the kicker.

She stretched once more and rolled onto one side so that she faced us,
extending one leg up high as cats usually do.  Then, with a sly smile, she
began licking herself on her inner thigh.

I sat open mouthed, amazed at how flexible she was.  She couldn't quite lick
her own genitals, but she came damn close, and with her position, I would
have seen if she did.

She continued this grooming action until a noise in the doorway startled all
of us.

It was Townsend, and apparently he had been watching at least part of the
action, for he started clapping.

"Bravo!" he said.

Amy, shocked and terribly embarrassed, I expect, brought her leg down and
got back on all fours.  At a glance from me, she resumed her kneeling
position.

Townsend had walked over to me by this time.

"A beautiful girl that!" he said, sitting at our table.  "Certainly not shy,
what?"  He laughed and I smiled.

"I think you startled her," I said to him.

"I have that affect on people, I'm afraid," said the Englishman.  "Lunch
will be brought out soon, but in the meantime, would you mind if I took a
closer look at these lovely ladies?"

I took a breath, and said okay, wondering if in Amy's case it was.

"Splendid.  Amy dear, up on the table with you!"

Amy looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded, so showing little of the
reluctance I knew she must feel, she crawled over and used a chair to climb
up onto the table.  She resumed her Total Slave position, trembling a
little.

"Amy and Laura aren't used to such scrutiny from strangers," I told
Townsend.  "I'd rather you didn't touch them."

Our host nodded.  "Understandable, Old Boy."

Amy became still as Townsend got up and walked slowly around her.  She
looked wonderful kneeling there; her skin shiny with sweat, her body
trembling slightly with her fear.  I could also see that she was turned on
by what was going on; her nipples were extended and her bare labia were red
and slick.

Townsend noticed her labia too and looked closely at them, making the naked
girl blush.  He gave me a funny look, and then continued his perusal.

"Thank you, girl.  Now it's Laura's turn," he said.

Amy sighed and climbed down, making room for my very nervous wife.

Laura did me proud, kneeling silent and true as Townsend examined her.  She
too blushed at Townsend's close inspection, and couldn't hide the fact that
she too was aroused.  I winked at her, and her eyes smiled at me.

"Beautiful.  Thank you!"  Townsend said presently.

"My pleasure," I replied and I motioned for Laura to resume her place at my
side.

Just in time too.  Two more women and a man came out carrying our lunch,
platters of fish and vegetables that looked and smelled good.

"Bowls," I said to one of them, pointing at the two slaves at my feet.
Laura looked up and whined.

I chuckled; within minutes two bowls were brought over, and I began putting
food into them.

"Is Ben coming?" I asked.

"On the phone.  He should be here any time!" replied Townsend.

I put the bowls on the deck, and with a look from both women, I smiled and
let them eat.

Looking down to see their naked backs and butts as they fed directly from
the bowls cheered me up no end!

Ben put in an appearance finally, raising an eyebrow at the condition of his
soon to be wife, but not interfering.

It was a very pleasant lunch.

--==*==--

After lunch, we reached a large island with a fair sized town on the shore.
We anchored quite a way out so the ladies didn't have to get dressed, much
to their amusement (sorry, it was our amusement, not theirs), and we all
watched as the launch was used once more to tow the 'Kajira'.

"They'll take her to the boat yard," Townsend said.  "It's a bit late in the
day to expect them to have it done by tonight, but we can definitely pick
her up this time tomorrow."

"Good," Ben said.

Once the launch returned we continued on our way.

--==*==--

The afternoon we spent on the foredeck, that is Laura, Amy, and I.  Ben had
excused himself once more and left Amy in my charge.  So, wanting a lazy
afternoon to go with my lazy morning, I got some rope and tied the women up.

I tied them separately to the sun chairs that populated the foredeck, this
being a place for sunning oneself, and went to find the book I had left
behind in the schoolroom before returning to sun myself.

The women I had tied spread eagle to the chairs, nothing between them and
the sun except for the ropes at their wrists and ankles, their collars,
their gags (I wanted some peace to read), and the liberal coating of
sunscreen I put on each of them.

I had fun teasing Laura when I applied the stuff to her pussy, but when I
did Amy, she winced a little.

"You girls engage in a little pussy whipping?" I asked her.

Amy nodded.

I smacked her bare pussy and went to my own chair.

Every so often, I turned them both over, and enjoyed the view.

--==*==--

Late that afternoon we arrived at another island.  This one was small and
half covered in trees, but had great beaches, and a large sprawling house
was just visible at the summit.

I was surprised when the 'DreamBoat' sailed right up to a jetty extending
from the shore, a convenient deep water mooring for the big boat.

I left the ladies alone on the foredeck, confident that they wouldn't get
into trouble, and joined Townsend on the bridge.

"Welcome to my getaway home!" said our host, watching as the Captain guided
his boat to the dock.

"This island yours?" I asked him.

"Bought it just last year for a song!  Used to be owned by some Japanese
tycoon before the government seized it.  It's good to have contacts down
here.  I paid more for this bloody boat!"

I chuckled and watched until the crew had the boat tied up.  Only then did I
go down and release the ladies.

They were stiff, but grinning, which was a good sign, and I stole a kiss
from my wife.

Ben joined us once more and the ladies knelt obediently while the gangplank
was lowered.

"Okay, Total Slave time is over," I said and the women got up gratefully.

"Aren't you going to give us anything to wear?" Laura asked me, while Amy
kissed Ben and hugged him.

"Why?  You've done so well without clothes so far!" I told her, hugging her
to me.

"But..." Amy said, looking from me to Ben.

Ben chuckled.  "He's right.  This is a private island, and I like you just
the way you are right now!"

Amy pouted dramatically and we laughed, but I could tell the women were
still nervous.

We went ashore with Townsend, and were met by his wife Alicia.

She looked good in a sundress that showed her shapely figure, and I had to
remind myself that this woman was at least fifteen years older than me.  She
didn't look it.

Alicia gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek and cast a sympathetic eye
on Laura and Amy who began to blush once more.

Apparently she knew why we were here, for she padded over and gave both
startled women a hug.

"You poor dears, it must have been terrible.  Come with me and we'll pamper
you for a while," she said to them.

"Er...thanks, but..." Laura said, looking at me.

"Gentlemen," Townsend said.  "It might do some good for the ladies to have
some personal time, don't you think?"

I looked over at Ben who shrugged.

"Okay," I said.

"We'll see them later," Ben added.

"Of course!" Townsend said, and we parted, men going one way, women another.

Ben and I spent the evening with Townsend and a couple of other men who were
also guests up at his house.

It was a typical men's evening: pool, beer, and lots of good talk.

The women had a much better time, I found out later, on a part of the island
where men, not even Townsend, were allowed.

Laura and Amy found themselves taken to a place done up like a Hollywood
version of a desert harem caravan.  Lots of tents filled with silk dividers,
throw pillows, fans, and ornamental rugs.  Not to mention the dozen or so
nude nymphs that lived there.  The only thing missing were the eunuchs.

Our women were certainly pampered; oil massages, baths, pedicures and
manicures, and Laura got a denuding of her pubic area, which I found looked
great when I saw it later.  The women wanted for nothing and thoroughly
enjoyed all the attention.

Eventually they were brought back to the house, all shiny clean with ribbons
in their hair and not much else on their bodies, and left in the bedrooms
given to us to await our return.

It was a pleasant surprise for me to find Laura kneeling in our room, ready
for my arrival.  She was chained via a short chain attached to her collar to
a ring in the floor, and looked absolutely radiant.

I used the key that had been left for me out of her reach and took my wife
to bed, practically raping her in my passion.  She gave as good as she got,
and soon we were both sweating and panting on the big four poster bed,
hoping the springs wouldn't go out!

Things were just coming to a head, so to speak, when the door to our room
burst open and Amy practically came flying into the room.

Behind her was Ben, and he looked Pissed with a capital P while Amy looked
scared.

Shocked, Laura and I watched Ben storm into the room up to our bed.

"LAURA!" he yelled.  "ON THE FLOOR, ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, RIGHT NOW!"

Laura scrambled to obey while I tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Ben...?" I began but he ignored me.

"HOW DARE YOU?  HOW DARE YOU TAKE A KNIFE TO AMY!  HOW DARE YOU USE A KNIFE
ON HER!"

Part 22

"HOW DARE YOU USE A KNIFE ON HER!" Ben yelled at my wife who scrambled off
the bed to reach the floor.

"What?" I said, totally confused.

I looked over at Laura, expecting to see the same stunned confusion that I
was feeling, but instead saw nothing but fear mixed with a heavy dose of
guilt.

I was peripherally aware of Amy cowering on the floor nearby, almost weeping
and not looking at any of us, but it was my wife I focused on.

"What did you do?" I said slowly, recognizing that whatever it was she did,
she was definitely guilty of doing it.

Laura said nothing; on her knees now, she struggled to maintain her Total
Slave position, her eyes focused on the floor.

I turned to Ben.  "What are you accusing her of doing?"

Ben, still showing signs of his anger, talked to me without taking his eyes
off Laura.  "Ask her!  I want to hear it from her own mouth!"

"You said she used a knife?" I asked him.  I wondered when and how?  Amy's
body didn't have a mark on it that was unknown to me, and she had certainly
been inspected close enough.  I saw no sign of any knife play, something
that Ben and I strictly forbade the women from doing.

Ben nodded, anger taking his words away, most probably.

"Where?" I asked.

Now Ben looked at me.  "You need proof?" he asked accusingly.

I stood my ground under the anger in his eyes.  "Wouldn't you?"

After a moment, he gave me a curt nod, then turned to Amy.

"Show him," he ordered.

"Ben..." Amy whispered.

He raised his hand, a single finger pointed at her.

As scared as she was, Amy suddenly looked worse.  She uncurled her body and
sat with her legs apart.  Closing her eyes, she used both hands to pull
apart her labia, revealing her bright red inner lips.  They showed signs of
heavy use, for they were quite inflamed.

"You're kidding?" I said before I could stop myself.

"YOU THINK I'M FUCKING KIDDING?" Ben yelled at me.

I glanced at Ben for a second then looked over at my wife.

She didn't have to say a word, her guilt was written all over her, but she
was going to have to.

Long ago, we had followed Ben and Amy's example of having Laura say her
crimes out loud.  Psychologically it means a lot to talk about things you
would rather not; that's how psychiatrists get to stay in business, it's why
AA has meetings instead of a newsletter.

"Talk, now!" I told her.

"I..." was all she could manage.

"You can do better than that," I said after waiting a few moments.

"Fuck it...you're going to punish me anyway!" she said bitterly.

I was shocked, and deep down, very hurt.  Suddenly this wasn't the same
woman I had just been playing bed games with.  What happened?

As I said earlier, Laura could get vicious sometimes, her own masochistic
streak developing into something more sadistic.  In the past, when given the
opportunity to devise games and torments for Amy online, her imagination
usually came up with some doosies.  I couldn't understand it, but then again
I could.

"Your funeral," I said to her, my own vocabulary lost to my emotions at that
point.  So I asked Ben what happened.

Ben related what Amy had told him.

Apparently, while playing in the schoolroom, Amy had ended up tied naked on
her back to the large teacher's desk at the front of the room.

Among other items Laura had found to tease her with, my wife had found a
very sharp serrated knife in the closet I had hidden in.

Apparently drunk with power and mindful that Amy couldn't be visibly marked,
Laura asserted her dominance by using the tip of the knife to make many
small cuts and abrasions on the bound girl's inner pussy lips.  Laura's
intention at that point was to make sex for Amy be so painful for a little
while that she would think only of Laura whenever Ben took her.

She also delighted in thinking what Ben would do to Amy if Amy flinched at
his advances, which was of course how Ben discovered what had gone on,
making Amy confess all!

Of course the details I heard were somewhat more graphic, but nothing I want
to repeat.

It was enough to stand there listening to it while watching the woman I love
stubbornly stay silent.

"Is that the way it happened?" I asked Amy when Ben had finished.

"Yes, Sir," Amy said, now curled up again.

I crouched down next to my wife.  "Laura, do you deny any of this?"

She shook her head.

"Shit," I said with feeling.  I stood up and walked across the room,
thinking about what had happened and what had to be done.  I think it was
only then that I realized that all of us, Ben included, were nude.  Ben must
have dragged Amy here directly from their own bed.

There was a knock at the door, which was still open.  In a dressing gown
stood Townsend, looking at all of us rather concerned.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, probably noting the high tension in the
air.

"Go away, Phil," Ben said darkly.

Townsend stood for a second more, then nodded and went away, closing the
door behind him.

"What are you going to do about her?"  Ben asked me, his temper more
controlled now.

What WAS I to do?  Here was something that could break our friendship with
Ben and Amy, something I didn't want to happen.

Laura had definitely done wrong, and a punishment was due her.  This might
sound like an excuse for us to get our jollies off, but as I hope I have
explained before, none of us saw anything erotic about punishment.  This was
a very serious issue.

Serious enough that I had no concept of what Ben would expect, and what
would satisfy his sense of justice.

How to resolve this so we could still be friends?

As I stood and thought, I decided that there could only be one real
solution.

"Take her," I said to him.  "You and Amy take her with you and figure it out
yourself.  Fuck her, whip her, whatever!  Do what you think is fair."  I
walked over to Ben and whispered so the women wouldn't hear.  "You and I
have talked about trust in the past, friend.  Well I'm trusting you now not
to abuse, but to punish."

Ben's anger softened a moment, feeling the weight I had suddenly transferred
over to him I hope.

"Don't talk to me about trust, Pal.  I can't trust your wife anymore."

"Then it's up to you to see that she CAN be trusted again.  I know you can
make her think twice about doing something like that again."

Ben said nothing for a moment.  "That's your job too, you know, but okay.
However, Amy stays here."

"Why?" I asked.

"She isn't totally innocent," Ben said, moving toward his companion.  "Are
you?" he said to her loudly.

"I don't understand," I said.

"She lied to us both, covering up what Laura had done.  The moment she first
saw either of us, she should have reported what happened; instead I find out
in bed hours later, and even then she wouldn't immediately tell me
everything that happened.  It was only because I thought one of Townsend's
crew had gotten to her that she finally told me everything."

Ben stared down at Amy for a moment as she sat slumped, her face wet with
silent tears, then he came back to me.  "I'll leave her here with you, and
you can sort her out..." He paused.  "Like your wife, no restrictions.
We're beyond that now.  Besides," he looked at Laura, "I'm going to be busy
for a while."

Laura let out a stifled sob, but that was all.

So, I was finally going to get my chance with Amy, but I had never imagined
it happening this way, and given a choice, I could have waited a lot longer
rather than have this happen.

The thought of getting her this way was not a happy one.

"Agreed," I said.

Ben moved over to my wife.  "Next door, run," he ordered.

Laura looked up at him, then at me, her face pleading.

"MOVE!" Ben yelled, making her jump.  She scrambled to her feet and ran to
the door, leaving it open behind her as she went to Ben's room.

"Don, what you said about trust goes both ways," Ben said to me.  I knew
what he meant.  How I handled Amy tonight would bear as much weight as how
he handled Laura.  No matter how things turned out, none of us was coming
out of here with the same relations we had when we arrived.

Four different people were going to board the 'Kajira' tomorrow.

"Ben," I said as he reached the door, "Make sure you find out why she did
it!"

"Oh, I plan to!" he said, and he shut the door behind him.

Now I was alone with Amy.

What the hell was I going to do with her?

"Knees," I said, crossing the room once more.

Amy shifted herself until she knelt in the Total Slave position, stifling a
sob as she did so.

"Be glad you didn't do anything worse than lie to us," I told her, opening a
closet Laura and I had discovered earlier.  It was stocked with all manner
of toys and restraints.  I selected a few items, starting with a blindfold.

"That was the worse thing you did, right?" I asked, coming up beside her.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Why didn't you report it to us right away?"

Amy remained silent.

I stood waiting, tired and in not a very good mood.  Half my mind was on
what Ben could be doing to my wife right now, and despite my trust in Ben, I
was worried about her.

"Okay, maybe you'll tell me later," I said simply, and put the blindfold on
her.

She didn't struggle, didn't move, which was good.  I went back to my pile of
goodies and picked up a harness gag.

"Last chance to confess your sins," I told her.

Still Amy remained silent.

What is it with these women?  Didn't they know that the silent treatment did
them no good what so ever?

"Okay, open your mouth."

I slipped the bladder of the harness pump gag into her open mouth and
buckled the harness on.  She must not have expected this type of gag,
because she began moaning.

I left her without pumping the gag up and went back to my pile.  Watching
her, I waited before returning.

Blind, her mouth filled with rubber, she knelt moaning for a short while and
then became still.  Her hands were behind her neck, the buckles, which I
hadn't locked, right there.

I wanted to see if she would fiddle with them.

She didn't.

She knew better.

I came back and roughly repositioned her arms, pulling them behind her and
binding them with several straps.  Her hands were now up between her
shoulder blades, her elbows touching.  Straps held her wrists and elbows
together and more straps wound around her body above and below her small
breasts, totally locking her arms to her back.  There would be no give when
I was done, and after a short while she would feel the pain of this
position.

Only then did I begin pumping up her gag, watching carefully that I didn't
over inflate.

"You know," I said as I pumped, "there was one thing that Ben never
mentioned that I wonder if you told him about.  Remember when I asked you if
you and Laura had been playing pussy whipping games?  You answered yes!  You
lied."

She moaned; it came out very faintly.

I grabbed her body and laid her down on her back, or more accurately on her
bound arms.  She was breathing quickly at this point and trembling.

I let her lie there a moment while I went back for yet another item.  This
time is was a spreader bar with attached ankle cuffs.

I spread her legs, making her whine, and locked her ankles into the cuffs.
Her pussy looked red and sore, and I wondered if Ben had actually screwed
her before finding out what had happened to her, or maybe after.

I wondered what it would feel like to be cut down there, and be fucked
afterward.  How would it feel to have a phallus squeeze past such sensitive
flesh?

I knew that if anyone scraped the outside of my dick with a knife I wouldn't
want to have sex afterward.

The spreader bar on, it was time for the last part.

By now, Amy was probably thinking I was going to have sex with her then and
there.  I had other plans.

I brought a strong looking chair over to a part of the room where I noticed
some hooks were stuck in the ceiling.  Then I grabbed the spreader bar and
lifted Amy clean off the floor.

Glad she wasn't as heavy as my wife, I carried the upside down woman over to
the chair and used it as a step ladder to reach the hooks.  Carefully I hung
her up, the hooks perfectly placed to catch the spreader bar as I thought
they might, and got down.

Amy now hung upside down, her upper body well contained, while her sex was
spread and defenseless above her.

I went back to the closet and selected one final item.

A cat of nine tails.

I had used a similar multi-tailed whip on Laura in our games, whipping hard
enough for some moderate erotic pain, but never as a punishment.

Now I intended a different use for it.

"Since you lied about being pussy whipped, I'm going to give you a little of
what you lied about."

Amy struggled and moaned, but she wasn't going anywhere.

I thought about Laura and Ben, and what they might be doing, and with no
real pleasure brought the whip down between Amy's legs.

She cried out, although I really hadn't used much effort, and I knew then
that her abused pussy was going to magnify all my efforts; so much the
better.

I continued to whip her, spreading the hits up and down her inner thighs and
across her buttocks, but it was only when the strands grazed her bare sex
that she really screamed.

As I walked around her, I used the whip all over her body, placing marks on
her back, her stomach, her legs, and arms.  When I struck her breasts, she
screamed almost as much as when I hit her pussy.

I continued going until I noticed that she had grown quite wet between her
legs.  I couldn't believe it, but the little masochist was actually getting
off on this!

I hit harder, making her scream with every strike, and soon concentrated on
her pussy alone.

I found myself growing hard at her torture, and was beginning to wonder
about myself when it became obvious that Amy was cumming!

I continued to whip her pussy, sending droplets of her cum flying with each
strike, and watched her convulse, humping the air, her hips working hard.

I stopped, dropped the whip, and moved the chair back into place so I could
get her down.

I laid her on her back once more and this time did fuck her, plunging into
her immediately despite knowing how painful it would be for her.

I didn't care; she was a vessel to be used, a slave given to me without
reservations, a passionate woman with a sexual heat that I could not resist.

She came once more as I entered her and I rode her hard as my own passion
erupted.

It was only when I finally came down that I realized she had passed out, her
gag preventing her from pulling the oxygen she needed for such activity.

I lay on top of her, growing soft inside her, and began to cry.

--==*==--

The room was in darkness now, and I lay in the bed, feeling somewhat better
after my little breakdown.

The room was silent except for the breathing of my bed partner.

Amy lay next to me on her side, her back to me, sleeping for all I knew.
After I had pulled myself together, I had gotten off her and pulled off all
her restraints before picking her up and carrying her the bed.  I tucked her
in under the covers and, turning out the lights, joined her.

I lay for a while listening to her breathing, my thoughts filled with Laura,
and how only a short time ago we had been together in this bed, and how now
she was off with another man while I lay naked with another woman.

Why was reality so much harder than the fantasy?

I had dreamed for a long time of being with Amy, yet now that it was
happening all I could think of was my wife.

Maybe if this had occurred under better circumstances...

Amy stirred, a tired little whine.

I moved closer to her and pressed up behind her spoon fashion, an arm around
her waist.  She felt very warm against me, a little harder and bonier than
my wife, but I wasn't complaining.  I expected I felt a lot worse to her, as
her body was covered in pale red lines from the whipping.

They were nothing big, though; I expected them all to fade by morning.

"I'm sorry," she said suddenly, startling me.

"For what?" I asked quietly.

"For getting Laura into trouble."

"Laura deserved what she got, what she's being given."

Amy didn't reply.

"Don't you agree?" I asked her.

"She...surprised me.  We had talked about things like that, fantasies and
such...I never thought she would actually do it," Amy said slowly.

"That doesn't answer my question."  I waited patiently for her to think of
her response.

"I don't know if I can...you see, while at the time she scared me to death,
afterward as she untied me...I liked it, I was glad she did it."

I opened my mouth to speak, and thought better of it as Amy continued to
talk.

"It has always been a deeply held fantasy of mine to be dominated by another
woman, another submissive, but the domination had to be real, not just play
acting.  When Laura used that knife on me, it struck me deep down that Laura
was the one.

"As surely as Ben...and you, hold my submissive nature in your grasp, so
does Laura.

"I would do anything for her."

"Is that why you didn't say anything until Ben forced it out of you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Is that why Laura used the knife on you in the first place, to bring you to
heel?"

"I think so...I'm not sure...but I remember telling her once that for me to
truly become someone's slave, that person had to do something that marked me
inside, that changed me.

"Ben did it the first time he truly caned me.

"Laura did it with the knife.

"You just did it with that whip, hitting me where you knew I was already
injured and taking me on the floor, knowing the agony it would be for me."

We lay quietly for a bit, the both of us trying to figure out our feelings
and thoughts.

"Master," she said, her voice small, her emotions flowing under it like a
great river, "do you love me?"

I took a deep breath and let it out.  "Yes, I love you.  Now not another
word, go to sleep."

Amy's body softened quickly under my arm as she allowed her abused body to
finally succumb to sleep, and I lay for a while longer thinking about my
wife and what I had just said to Amy, before joining her.

Part 23

A maid came and took Amy away early the next morning.

"Sir," I was told, "Mr. Townsend expects you for breakfast in thirty
minutes."

"I'd rather that Amy stays with me!" I told the woman in the very brief
maid's uniform.

"I'm sorry Sir, but those are Mr. Townsend's orders, and they apply to all
the submissives on the island."

I looked down at Amy; she was servicing me, her rather skilled mouth working
diligently toward bringing me off.

Upon awakening, I had ordered her to begin sucking me, just to see if her
feelings about serving me were still as intact after a night's rest.

Amy didn't hesitate to comply, a small smile on her face and a spark in her
eye.  She did pause and look up at me when the maid knocked, but one look
from me convinced her to keep going.

I watched her now as she still worked, her rear end up and facing the maid,
displaying those charms to yet another stranger, her head bobbing up and
down in that unmistakable way.  She was very aware that the maid could see
exactly what she was doing and was blushing furiously, but to her credit she
kept on going.

I finally came, gushing into her mouth, and Amy managed to swallow without a
problem.  I took her by the chin and guided her off me into another
position, ignoring the maid who waited in the doorway.

Now Amy lay face down across my lap, her buttocks and thighs still showing
evidence of the whipping I had given them.

"Hands behind your head," I ordered, and Amy obeyed.  "This isn't
punishment, just something to keep you focused," I then told her, spanking
her hard with my hand ten times.

Amy yelped with each strike, and I watched her butt turn a rosy red.

"Go!"  I said and she got off me.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a big smile and padded toward the maid.

"Is my wife also required to go with you?" I ask the maid.

"Yes, Sir."

"When will I see them again?"

"After breakfast, Sir.  Mr. Townsend has given special orders."

"What orders?"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss them, Sir.  I'm sorry."

I nodded, but didn't like it.  I couldn't wait to get off this island and
back to our vacation, especially now that things were changing among the
four of us.

I watched the maid lock a set of handcuffs on Amy and put a leash on her,
and the women left.

As I showered, I wondered where Laura was and what Ben had done to her; what
punishment had she had to endure?

With luck, I would be finding out very soon.

--==*==--

Townsend and Ben were already eating when I got to the dining room, along
with Townsend's other male guests.

"...when the investigator arrives, she'll be able..." Townsend was saying
when I came in.  He stopped talking and concentrated on his food.  I didn't
care; I was tired of his company anyway.

I got some food from the buffet and sat down.

Ben and I looked at each other, each mirroring each other's concern for our
companions.

"Well?" I asked quietly.

Ben thought for a moment.  "I didn't punish her last night."

"You didn't?" I was stunned.

"No.  I did take steps to get her attention; we talked about many things.
It seems that even the caning you gave her a few days ago wasn't quite
enough to give her any real pause."

"So why didn't you punish her?" I asked, noting that the other men at the
table were getting interested in our conversation.

"Laura will be punished," he looked over at Townsend, "we have something
planned."

I wasn't sure I liked that.  "With all due respect to Mr. Townsend here, but
I don't feel comfortable with him being involved with any punishments due my
wife.  The two of you may have formed some kind of relationship, but I
hardly know the man!"

"Don't worry, Don, it's not what you think," Ben said slowly.  He looked
tired, as if sleep had evaded him.  Did he and Laura talk all night?  Did
they fuck?

"Then what is it?"

"Merely an opportunity to do some good, Old Boy!" Townsend said.

"What good?" I asked.

Ben and Townsend glanced at each other.  "Just wait," Ben said, "it'll be
easier to show you.  Trust me."

Trust him.

Yes, I did trust him.

"Okay, but is she alright?"

"She didn't sleep last night.  She was a stubborn as a mule but scared as
well.  She wouldn't tell me why she did what she did at first, but
eventually she talked, although I had to persuade her.  After that, our host
and I had a few arrangements to make, so sleep for her was impossible.  I
didn't get much sleep myself to be honest.  If you want to know why though,
it would be better if you talked to her yourself."

"I think I know why," I answered, remembering Amy's confession.

Ben nodded.  "Can I now ask how Amy is doing?"

"You'd have seen for yourself if I had been allowed to bring her," I said
with an eye on our host.  "But she's fine, and...we did some talking too."

"Did you have sex with her?" Ben asked.  Flat out, it seemed so base.

"Yes.  You?" I replied after a moment.

"Yes," Ben answered.

"Are we cool?"

"Are we?"

After a moment I stood up, Ben did too.  There was a tension between us that
I didn't like, that shouldn't be there.  I extended my hand, and after a
pause, Ben took it.  We shook, then pulled each other to ourselves, and
hugged briefly, the tension now gone.

"You've got a great woman there!" I told him.

"We both do," he replied warmly.

Breakfast settled down and Ben mentioned nothing more about the women.  I
ate quietly, wondering what was in store for my wife.  What was she being
prepared for?

--==*==--

The maid hadn't lied to me; I did get to see the women after breakfast.  In
fact, I saw the entire population of the island.  Every submissive and every
worker and guest!

I walked with Ben down to the beach, where the crowd had gathered.  On one
side were all the hired help; Townsend's boat crew, and the maintenance
workers who kept up this place.  On the other side were all the submissives,
mostly women but with some men mixed in as well.  All of the submissives
were nude; the women kneeling on the sand while the men stood behind them.
All had their hands behind their backs, and it didn't take a leap of logic
to figure out they were all restrained that way.  Amy was among the women,
looking solemn as she knelt.

Between the two groups was what caught my attention though.

A pillory had been set up on a platform, and it was occupied, for I could
see the naked buttocks of the woman trapped in it.

Even without the stripes on her ass, I could see that it was Laura, trapped
on display to the entire population.

Ben said, "She's been there most of the night, thinking about what she did
to Amy."

"What's going to happen?" I asked.

"I'm going to cane her, publicly.  Townsend thought it an opportunity to
reinforce discipline among his own people.

"A public punishment is psychologically a lot more effective than a private
one.  Believe me, she'll find it a lot harder to see the erotic side of
this, that's been a part of her problem!"

"Yeah I know," I admitted sadly.

"You'd better go talk to her first, then we can get started," Ben said
softly.

"Does she...know?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh yeah, she knows everything that's about to happen to her.  I think her
anticipation of the moment is worse than the reality."

I took a step forward to my wife, then stopped and turned to Ben.  "Ben, I
trust you, but remember that she was only caned a few days ago."

Ben nodded, his face stern.

I turned and walked across the sand to where my wife waited on the platform.
I could feel the eyes of all those present on me, and thought that
anticipation was hard on me as well.

As I climbed the platform, I could hear Laura crying, and my heart went out
to her, but I took a moment to compose my features.  Were the pleasures of
our chosen lifestyle really worth the pain?

I looked closely at her, keeping out of her range of vision for a moment.
She was locked into two pillories, bent at the waist at a perfect
ninety-degree angle.  One pillory held her head and hands in the traditional
manner, and looked quite snug.  The other trapped her ankles, spreading them
far apart, revealing her freshly shaved loins to all.

Her breasts hung free and I could see evidence of the same kind of whipping
that I had given Amy all over her body.

I moved to where she could see me, and saw she was a mess.  Her eyes were
bloodshot, her face streaked with tears, her golden hair covering most of
her features.

She saw me and stifled her crying.

"Donald please!" she said between sobs.  "I'm sorry!  I won't ever do
anything like that again, I swear.  You don't have to cane me!"

"I'm not going to cane you, you know that," I told her, attempting to hold
my feelings back.  I had to act like her Master, not her husband, not at
this moment.  There would be plenty of time to be her husband after the
fact; that's when she would need me the most.

"Well, Ben then, dammit!" she said, her anger showing suddenly.  I could
understand her losing her grip on her emotions.  Having to spend the night
out here like this, knowing what you did and what was going to happen to
you, would make me testy also.

"Yes...Ben," I repeated calmly.

"Donald, please, he doesn't have to, you can tell him!  Please, let me out?"
Her voice cracked at the end, a questioning, pleading expression on her
face.

"Laura, if I let you out right now, then we go straight home as soon as we
can make the travel arrangements.  Once we get home, I'll take every piece
of bondage equipment we own and destroy them.  We'll live together as
husband and wife, and I'll love you till the day I die, but we will no
longer be involved in the lifestyle we both crave to be a part of.

"Just say the word, and all that will happen.  It's your choice, and it's
the last time I will give it to you."

I waited, my heart in my mouth while Laura stared at me. I was aware of
everyone watching the two of us, Ben with his cane, Phil and Alicia Townsend
standing together hand in hand, Amy with the other submissives watching with
tears of her own.

Laura bowed her head.  "Master, this slave does not wish to let go of
everything we have built together.  This slave recognizes that she broke a
serious rule, and while this slave knows that she did wrong and is sorry for
her deed, she knows that she needs to be punished."  Laura looked up at me.
"This slave...begs leniency, but knows such leniency will not be hers.
Instead she begs for a quick end to her punishment."

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked stiffly to where Ben stood.  I
had thought of asking her why she did it, but figured after would be a
better time.

Ben looked concerned.  "Is she ready?" he asked me softly.

Again I nodded, and turned to face the upturned buttocks of my wife.

Ben made his way onto the platform and I watched as he stepped up along side
of her.

"Ladies, gentleman, submissives," he began, his voice booming but his manner
reserved, "we're here this morning to witness the caning of this slave.  Her
crime was that of deliberate mutilation with a knife, something forbidden to
her.  This slave deliberately used a knife on my own submissive, to create a
set of injuries that would cause my submissive to be in great pain every
time she had sex.

"Because this slave was whipped once already just a few days ago, I will not
give her the ten heavy strikes I had promised her.  Instead, she will
receive five now and five in one week's time.  Be assured the state of her
ass right now will make the five I give her seem like ten."

I heard a sob from the crowd and saw it was Amy.  It looked like it was
affecting her like it was affecting me.

A lot of the other submissives also looked concerned, and not a few of them
glanced over at the stern faces of their own Master and Mistress who stood
nearby.

Ben took up his position, and without warning gave Laura the first stroke.

Laura hadn't been gagged, and her cry as the thin cane impacted her already
sore buttocks made a lot of people jump, including myself.

Ben waited a few seconds and struck again, building a tempo he followed to
the end.

Each strike made Laura cry out, and when the fifth came, her sobbing could
be heard all over the beach.  I thought Ben was going to hit her one more
time, but he put down the cane, said something I couldn't hear to Laura, and
then left the platform.

I began to move toward Laura but Alicia was faster.  She took the stage
quickly.

"I hope this lesson will be remembered for a while!" she said to the group
of submissives, and I saw on their faces that a lot of them would indeed
remember this.  "Dismissed!"

People began to move in all directions and again I began to walk to my wife
but Ben took my arm.  "Let her be for a little while," he said grimly.

I nodded and sank down on the sand where I was.  I watched him go over to
Amy, who had stayed kneeling on the sand while the other submissives left,
and saw her crying too.

Ben sat with her and comforted her, and I waited until the four of us were
the only people left on the beach.

When eventually I did step once more on the platform, I found my wife with
her head bowed in the stocks.  She heard me come up and lifted her face, but
instead of looking me in the eye, instead she focused on my crotch, one of
the acceptable Total Slave focal points.

"Master, this slave is sorry," she said.

I stepped forward and took her face in both hands.  "I know," I said simply,
and kissed her.

--==*==--

Ben and I sat alone at a table on the terrace.  Ben puffed on his pipe while
in front of me sat a very large scotch.

Together Ben, Amy, and I had gotten Laura out of the pillory that had held
her all night, and half carried her to our room.

She was crying, Amy was crying, and I was half in tears myself.

I had expected to stay there with Laura, but Amy, in the politest way
possible, tossed us men out, saying that right now Laura needed the care and
sympathy of someone who knew intimately what she was going through.  Ben and
I would have to wait.

My last glimpse of my wife was of her lying face down on the bed, her ass a
multicolored palette.

So we retreated outside, glad to be alone with our thoughts.

I stared at the drink for a while, but so far, I had only taken a sip.  I
felt broken down, tired.  It was a terrible thing to see someone you love
being deliberately hurt like that.

I mean, we play with pain sometimes, but this was far beyond play.  The
image of the cane in Ben's hand sinking into the soft flesh of my wife was
very clear in my mind, as was the cry of pain she gave.

What the hell were we doing?

"Would you mind if I asked you something, Don?"  Ben said slowly, still
puffing on his pipe.

"Sure, go ahead," I said without looking at him.

Ben said nothing for a moment, staring out to sea as if trying to figure out
what to say.  Eventually he did.

"You know a lot about our history, Don.  How Amy and I met, what kind of
shape we were both in.  Back then, a drink like the one you have in front of
you now wouldn't have lasted me more than a few minutes, and Amy probably
would have had it down faster.

"Looking at it now I can still remember what it tastes like, how it feels as
it pours down my throat, the way it burns all the way down.  It's all very
clear to me.

"It's a part of my past, and a part of Amy's past too, except that in Amy's
case you can add the horrors of a deep drug dependency.

"You know the story already, about how we cleaned ourselves up.  At the time
I met Amy, I didn't think there was anyone in worse shape than I was, and I
didn't really care.  Drink truly made the pain go away, and that my life at
the time was total shit didn't matter in the slightest.

"Yet when Amy stepped into my life, I saw someone in a lot worse shape than
I was.  She was so frail, a skeleton practically.  Tracks up and down her
arms and even on her legs.  She could barely walk and only did so to find
another fix.  But when I saw her, I knew I had to help her.  I still didn't
give a damn about myself, but something inside me wouldn't let me leave her
alone...to die, for that was where she was heading.

"So I took her in, cleaned her up as much as I could, and tried to help her
kick her various habits.  At first, she really didn't want the help; she ate
my food and shared my home, but whenever the subject of her problems came
up, she would scream, yell, and leave me, sometimes for days at a time.
When I found her, she would be filthy and doped up, and I would take her
home to start again.

"It was after one of those times when I figured out that if I was to help
her, I first needed to help myself, or I would never be able to keep up with
her.

"How could I give her control when I had none of my own?

"So I quit the booze, cold turkey.  Went through a terrible case of the
shakes and never really lost the craving, but I was sober, more in control
than I had been for years, and finally able to take charge of my life.

"So I did.

"The next time I brought Amy home, I locked her in our bedroom and kept her
there while she was supposed to go through her own withdrawal.  But it never
happened.  Somewhere in there, she had a stash.  So, I pulled everything out
of the room, every item that wasn't nailed down, including the bed itself,
and locked her in naked.

"Man, did she scream.

"As the screaming and crying got louder, I knew then that she was going
through withdrawal.  I kept her fed and watered, bathed her during her quiet
moments, and held her whenever I could.

"At times, she would grow violent though, and would try to hurt me or
herself, or even try to escape.  One time she got past me to the front door,
and would have run out buck naked, probably in search of that next fix.  But
I persevered and learned how to tie her down during those violent moments.

"Eventually the shakes stopped, and from the wreck that was Amy began to
shine something special.  That was when I began to love her.

"Still, the work wasn't over yet.

"As she began to get better, I let her reclaim her human privileges.  She
could dress, she wasn't tied down anymore, and the furniture that had
crowded my small living room went back into the bedroom where they belonged.
But the animal inside Amy was still there, still wrestling to come out.

"Only this time Amy was fighting it too.

"Whenever she slipped and the animal began to win, I pushed my will on her,
imposing discipline.  Physical punishment became the only real way to keep
her focused on her recovery, as reason and love often didn't work.

"When I first brought home the cane, I saw fear in the animal's eyes for the
first time, and when I had to use it afterward, I saw that I may have truly
cowed the animal.

"Amy became a lot more active in her own recovery, and in my own, for her
setbacks were my setbacks, and it became awfully tempting to have just one
drink when things were bad.  But I knew that if I did I would lose the fine
control over Amy that I had, and with it, most probably her life.

"So, slowly we got clean, got our act together, began to make headway in our
lives.

"Shortly after she had first come clean, we had begun sleeping together, but
I always felt that she was just going through the motions to please me.  But
after a while, as she got fitter, she began to find the pleasure in the act
herself.

"She liked it best when I took charge, and I liked it better that way as
well.  After a couple of years, those games grew to form the beginning of
the d/s relationship we have now, though at the time neither of us realized
it had a name.

"I guess we were both innocents about stuff like that, although once we got
on the net we learned quickly.

"The discipline was kept up though, and Amy began to live by the rules of
the cane.  She didn't mind; it kept her focused, it kept her on the right
path, and above all it kept her clean.

"My being dry helped us greatly.  I got a job at a Gems market and learned
the ways and means of trading in that valuable field.  I got lucky a few
times and built a considerable stake of my own, and left with Amy by my side
to start my own business.  Now I trade gold and other metals in million
dollar deals, and we're set for life.

"Keeping Amy under discipline helped me maintain a discipline of my own.
For us it was a necessary evil, but one we both embraced and still believe
to be the only real way we can survive.

"But now I ask you, Don.  You and Laura have never had the same problems,
yet you seek the same level of discipline Amy and I have been developing for
years.

"Why?"

All through this long speech that was so unlike the Ben I knew, I sat
quietly and watched my drink.  His question wasn't really surprising, but I
didn't have a ready answer for him, and that's what I told him.

"Well," he said after a pause, "until you do know, you'll never find it
easy...no, that's the wrong word...you'll never find it acceptable to punish
Laura the way I punish Amy.  You'll suffer through it like you are now, each
and every time you use that cane on her, and in the end you'll stop rather
than hurt her anymore."

"It wasn't this bad last time," I said.

"Last time you didn't punish her, you just tickled her.  Why the hell did
you think she'd want to make love to you right after?  That woman is a
bigger masochist than Amy ever was!

"Believe me, Pal, there's no way she's thinking about sex right now!"

A uniformed maid came onto the terrace, she walked up to Ben and
respectfully handed him a note.  He read it and dismissed the woman.

"The boat's ready," he said with a small smile.

My smile was bigger, it was the first good news I had heard that day!

Part 24

The 'Kajira' cut through the slightly rolling water at a steady pace, as its
newly rebuilt engine hummed quietly to itself deep in the hull of the ocean
going yacht.  Modern electronics powered by the newly installed batteries
ran the boat for the moment; the autopilot following a programmed course
while next to it a radar screen showed the empty ocean.  All was quiet at
the navigation console, as the expensive equipment did its job, while its
human programmers enjoyed the sun outside.

Yes, I could say we were all enjoying it, especially myself, as each moment
I spent out there meant a few more yards away from Townsend's island and all
that had happened there.  It felt good to finally put all that behind us;
Kiri, the abduction of the women, being marooned, Laura's punishment...Yet
there were still nagging thoughts at the back of my mind, things yet to be
explained.

Still, right now I wasn't searching for the truth.  Truth could come later;
right now, all I was looking for was a little comfort.

Up on deck, I went forward to where the rest of our group was already
assembled.  On the starboard side near the rail was Laura, asleep on a
blanket on the deck.  Her lack of sleep the night before and her caning had
taken a great deal out of her, so Ben and I had agreed to let her have the
day to relax and build up her strength.

She lay naked on the blanket, face down, her head tilted inboard.  Around
one ankle was a tether that attached her to the rail she laid next to.  For
a change it wasn't a BDSM thing, it was just there for safety as the boat
moved around, so she wouldn't roll overboard in her sleep.

Earlier Amy had rubbed some soothing cream onto her welts and covered the
rest of her in a strong sun block, so she was okay lying unconscious in the
sun.  Besides, Amy was keeping a close eye on her, and wasn't going to let
her burn.

Amy herself was with Ben on the port side of the foredeck.  Ben was on one
of the deck chairs.  In shorts and sunglasses, he was reading one of several
newspapers he had picked up in town when we got the boat back.  "I can only
go so long without looking at the world," he had told me.

Amy knelt next to him.  Well, knelt may be too strong a word; she was curled
up next to him, half on the deck and half on his lap.  Ben held his paper in
one hand, and ran his other hand slowly through her hair and over her neck.

Amy kept her eyes mostly on him, an expression of bliss on her face,
although from time to time she would look over at Laura to see if she was
okay.  Amy looked cute where she was, a nude nymph with a gold band around
her neck.

Me, I strode into this scene with a beer in one hand and a pillow in the
other.  I was sharing Laura's blanket, but unlike my little masochist, I
liked a bit more comfort than a hard wood deck, hence the pillow for my
head.  Unlike Ben, I had decided to go nature boy for a while; all I wore
was a smile.

I settled down next to my sleeping wife and rolled onto my front.  The warm
sunlight seemed to sink into my bare skin, making me feel wonderfully
relaxed.  The motion of the boat and the sound of its passage helped me
relax and put my mind in neutral; even the occasional spray of water from
the bow didn't spoil the mood.  Ben had suggested we all have a little down
time and not play any games for a day or so, and right now, it seemed like a
great idea.

I had not lain there long when something cool dripped onto my back, followed
immediately by a pair of soft hands.  I turned my head to find Amy kneeling
next to me.

"I haven't seen you put any sun block on all day!" she said with a smile.

"I don't, usually," I replied quietly, not wanting to wake Laura.  "I've got
all these Mediterranean genes, never had sunburn in my life."

"Well, maybe where you live the sun isn't as strong as down here, because
you're getting one now!" Amy said with a giggle as she spread sun block over
my skin.

"You're kidding?"  I said, not believing it.

She giggled some more and smacked me lightly on the rump and I felt it a lot
more than I should have.  I looked down and saw that my behind had a light
pink tinge to it.

"Shit," I said.

Amy laughed quietly and glanced at Laura, who moaned a little beside me.

"Okay," I said, grinning at my misfortune, "go ahead."

"Yes, Sir," Amy replied, and I lay back and enjoyed the rub down.

She worked steadily from my neck down to the soles of my feet, before
commanding me to roll over so she could do my front.  I did so, and of
course the sight of her working naked over me caused me to react.  Amy just
smiled and said something about it making it easier to make sure it was
properly covered in cream.

I was about to say something about wanting it covered in something else when
Laura began moaning again, her expression troubled.  She didn't move much,
but I could see she was having a bad dream.  Even Ben had noticed, his
mirrored eyes now turned in our direction.

I watched Laura for a moment, wondering if I should wake her, then I noticed
something about her arms.

It was a strange idea, but I got up and took both her arms, which were lying
beside her, and crossed her wrists behind her back.  In a matter of moments
Laura's torment ceased and her face relaxed; I could feel her breathing
deepen and slow down.

"What happened?" Amy whispered.

"Bad dream, I expect," I replied.

"How did you stop it?"

"I'm not sure, it was just an idea.  She's been sleeping with her hands
bound behind her for a long time now, I just wondered if she might be more
comfortable that way.  I guess it worked."

"I wouldn't have thought of that."

"That's okay, you've already done a good job of taking care of her, but
there is one more thing I need from you."

"Yes, Sir?" Amy asked.

"Get me a rope, I don't want to sit here holding her the rest of the day."

With a grin, Amy got up.  "Yes, Sir!"

--==*==--

Supper was cooked in our own galley, and to me tasted the better for it.
With the 'Kajira' still underway under the darkening skies, Amy and Laura
boiled spaghetti and cooked a sauce put together with our own supplies.  We
had told Laura that she didn't need to help, but she insisted, saying she
felt fine even though she winced with almost every step.

Ben and I let her have her way, and watched amused as she took over the
small galley, bossing Amy around as the meal was put together.  Amy didn't
seem to mind, and obeyed with the same soft smile and affectionate look that
she gave Ben when he was giving the orders.

I knew that Amy had told me that she now considered Laura to be the high
girl of our two-girl slave class, but here was working proof.

As they worked, Ben and I sat in the booth.  I was now dressed in shorts,
not believing in my own nudity at the dinner table, and I had to keep
shifting a little as the seats didn't seem to be as comfortable as they
should have been.  I HAD gotten sunburned, and it was a unique experience
for me.  I just wished it had picked a better spot.

Still, compared to the way Laura's butt must have felt, I had it really
easy; she wouldn't be sitting down at all for a while.

Ben was looking over a chart, and I decided that now was the time to ask him
a few questions that had been nagging at me.

"Say, Ben?" I said.

"Hmmm?"

"Mind if we talk for a bit?"

"Sure, Don, what's on your mind?" Ben said.  He didn't look up from the map,
instead jotting down a few notes in what I knew to be the boat's log.

"Townsend.  What's your relationship with that guy?"

Ben waited a bit before answering me in a slow, patient voice.  "You don't
like him much, do you?"

"No, not really," I answered honestly.

"How come?"

"God...I don't know.  I just never seemed to connect with the guy, or his
wife."

Ben nodded.  "I know how you feel," he admitted.

"So how come you and him were as thick as thieves the past few days?"

Ben took a breath and let it out.  "It's...difficult to explain."

"Try," I said.

Now Ben looked at me.  "I'm not sure you really want to know.  I'm damn sure
I shouldn't be telling you anything."

I leaned forward.  "Now Ben, you know with statements like that you only
whet my curiosity, not sate it."

Ben looked away for minute, deep in thought.  "Alright, I won't tell you
everything, you're going to have to be satisfied with only part of the
story.  But what I tell you is strictly secret, not to be told to anyone."

Now I was VERY curious.  "Sure, you can trust me," I said.

Laura approached us and knelt on the floor.  "Supper is ready, Masters," she
said with her head bowed.  Since her whipping, she wasn't taking any
chances, and she and I had yet to have a private talk about the matter.  I
was waiting for tonight.

"You can serve now," Ben said, and Laura got up and headed back to the
galley.  "We'll talk after the meal," Ben said to me once she had gone.

I stifled my curiosity and reluctantly turned my attention to the meal.  Amy
and Laura served us two large plates of food and got our drinks before
kneeling beside us.  For a change, I got to feed Amy while Laura was fed by
Ben, and I soon got into the spirit of the meal by spilling sauce on the
naked girl and licking it off her, much to her amusement.

Squeals from behind me indicated that Amy wasn't the only one getting the
tongue treatment, and after we were half done, I was quite surprised when
Ben stood up and ordered Laura onto the table.

He and I picked up our plates to make room for my surprised wife, and she
gingerly lay on her back.

"Rope!" Ben ordered and Amy, with a slightly red and sticky front, ran to
her cabin where a ready supply could be found.

Taking Ben's half eaten meal, I watched with interest as he bound my wife
face up to the table, spreading her legs wide in the process.

"My plate!" he said, and I handed it to him.  Ben dumped the whole thing on
Laura's stomach and she squealed again as the warm food shocked that
sensitive skin.

Ben used a bread stick to smear the mixture over her breasts and down to her
pussy, before pushing the stick itself into the soft folds between her legs.

I laughed at her expression and was about to dump my own plate on her when
Ben stopped me.  "Save it!" he said with a pointed look at Amy who knelt
nearby.

Amy smiled and blushed.

Ben put his plate down and gestured toward my wife.  "Dig in!"

With a squeal mixed with laughter from Laura, Ben and I licked and shlurped
our way all over her body, stopping to occasionally chew on the bread stick
that impaled her.

She wriggled and giggled her way through our meal with only the occasional
cry of pain because of her abused buttocks.

She would also yelp from time to time as hungry mouths bit down on her erect
nipples and clit, plus a number of other spots we found attractive at the
time.  It was all quite mad.

Once she was reasonably clean, and all that was left on her was a red stain
and half a bread stick in her pussy, we untied her and replaced her with
Amy.

"Don't remove the bread stick," Ben ordered Laura, stopping her just in
time.  Instead, she knelt where Amy had recently waited, baked dough barely
visible.

My spaghetti was used to cover Amy, and again a bread stick was used to help
bring out her 'special sauce', making her wince at its insertion.  I had
forgotten about her internal injuries, and realized it would be a while
before she would find the insertion of anything down there to be purely
pleasurable.

Ben and I shared the meal once more, and the ticklish girl writhed and
wriggled with laughter.  She tasted good though, just as good as Laura, and
it was hard to leave half the bread stick alone at the end.  But I figured
Ben had a reason, and it was a good one.

We untied Amy, and Ben ordered her onto the floor next to Laura.  The two
women looked great; their fronts stained a deep red by the sauce, and bread
sticking out of their pussies.

"Give me a hand, will you?" Ben said, and I helped him lift the table out of
the hole in the floor it was plugged into and move it to one side.

This opened up a sizable bit of floor space.

Ben tossed me a piece of rope.  "Tie her hands behind her," he said,
pointing at Laura.

I did so, knowing what was coming up next, as I suspect did the women.

"Okay ladies, here's the deal," he said, rubbing his hands together with
glee.  "The first one to pull the bread stick out of the other girl without
using her hands wins the prize!"

The women gasped, but they were both smiling.

"What's the prize, Sir?"  Laura asked.

"A night with whomever they choose!"

A good prize, I thought.

The women agreed, and the games began.

It was fun to watch, and while Ben and I did so, I got some wet wipes to
clean us up a bit.

Amy and Laura constantly moved around, their open mouths searching for their
competitor's other lips.  They looked awkward on their knees with their
hands tied behind them, but they also looked as sexy as hell!  Laura's hair
was everywhere, and half matted with red stuff, while Amy had somehow gotten
sauce all the way up her butt crack and smeared all over her butt cheeks.

Laura was a fighter though, and it wasn't long before she used her weight
advantage to bowl over her skinny friend.

She had almost succeeded in pinning Amy down when Amy played dirty and bit
Laura on one painful ass cheek.

Laura yelped and rolled, giving Amy an opening that she used to her
advantage.  More flexible than my wife, Amy managed to bend around and swing
a shapely leg over Laura, trapping her shoulders against the sauce-smeared
deck.

Laura clamped her legs shut, but Amy used her teeth again, biting Laura's
thighs until Laura submitted and opened up.

I thought Amy had it won right there, but Laura suddenly used a dirty trick
of her own.  With Amy's head in her crotch, Laura slammed her legs together,
crushing Amy's head between her thighs for a second.

Amy reared back, trying to shake the concussion from her head, and must have
relieved the pressure on Laura's shoulders, for my wife used her
considerable strength to throw the lighter woman off her.

Then it was all over as Laura bowled Amy over once more and buried her head
in Amy's crotch.

Amy began to scream and laugh, and seconds later Laura pulled back with a
very soggy piece of bread in her mouth.  She sat up proudly on her knees and
grinned.

"We have a winner!" I said, proud of her, yet amazed at how brutal the fight
had been.

"Good job, Laura," Ben added.  "You can eat the bread stick!"

Laura sucked in the bread and started chewing, laughing as she did so.

"Amy," Ben said, "You okay?"

Amy still lay on her back where Laura had left her, a dazed expression on
her face.  "Yes, Sir.  Just a little ringing in my ears," she said with a
giggle.

We all laughed.  "Well you had better eat something.  I don't expect Laura
would mind if you finished off the bread stick inside her."

Laura's smile grew and she opened her legs wide.  "No, Sir, I wouldn't!"

With a sheepish grin, Amy crawled forward to claim her own prize, and Laura
began to blush as Amy quite literally began to eat her out.

"Who do you want to spend the night with?"  I asked my wife.

Laura's blush deepened.  "I hope you don't mind, Sir, but I was hoping to
stay with Amy tonight."

Amy sat up, the remains of the bread stick just poking out of her mouth.

Ben and I looked at each other.  He said, "That wasn't really what I meant,
but then again I never said it couldn't be Amy."

"I'll choose between one of you Masters, if you want," Laura said, but I
could see that her choice had already been made.

"Ben," I said, "a word, up top?"

Ben nodded and we walked past the panting women up to the deck.

"Ben, I don't know if we should allow this."

Ben looked thoughtful.  "I know what you mean, they should be thinking of
serving us first, not each other."

"Didn't we agree a while back that we came before they did?  A lot of the
rules we placed on their online correspondence were based on that!"

"True, yet..."

"What?"

"Let's let Laura have what she wants tonight; after all we did say it was
going to be an easy day.  But we make sure tomorrow that it's business as
usual for both of them and we expect the utmost attention to their slave
rules from that point on."

I had to think for a moment.  I really wanted to talk to Laura tonight, but
I figured it could wait a little longer.  Besides, this might give me a
chance to hear Ben's story.

"Okay.  I agree, but instead of getting a nice cushy bed to play on, we
tether them out here.  The night is warm, and if we give them some toys to
play with, they'll be fine."

Ben chuckled.  "That's cruel, but brilliant.  Laura gets WHO she wants, yet
in a way she suffers for that choice.  I like it."

I smiled.  "Let's go tell the women!"

Of course our slave girls weren't all that happy at having to spend the
night on deck without even a blanket between them, but we got them settled
and tethered to the same chain they get locked to while cleaning the boat.
We left them a bag of toys and went below.

We settled down in the seats across from the galley area, and Ben told me
what had been bothering him ever since we met Philip Townsend.

Part 25

It was dark, and would have been pitch black if it hadn't been for the mast
light.  An overcast sky hid the stars from view, and it was still several
hours to sunrise.

I sat at the bow of the boat, my feet dangling over the edge, leaning
against the rail.

The 'Kajira' was still under power, running along on its auto pilot while
Ben was below watching the radar.  According to it, somewhere out there was
rain, and when that came the radar's accuracy might become degraded.  I
wasn't out here to watch for ships, though.  No, I was trying to digest what
Ben had told me.

It was, to be quite frank, amazing.

First Ben covered the part I had told you earlier, his first boarding of the
'DreamBoat' and the meeting of the older men in Townsend's shipboard study.
Then he continued on...

"An offer I can't refuse?  No such thing," Ben said to the gray haired man.

The man sat back with a smile.  "You may be right, if you're willing to pay
the price of refusal, whatever it turns out to be.  But I made a poor choice
of words.  I should have said, an offer you wouldn't want to refuse!"

Ben glanced about at the other men in the room; all were watching him, and
for the first time in a long time, Ben felt like he was at a disadvantage.
All these men gave off an almost imperceptible aura of control and power.
Ben felt that any of them, in a group of other people, would instantly be
given leadership of that group.  Ben knew this, for usually that was his
fate.  He had never had problems taking over or imposing his will on others
in the course of his business.

Amy said it was because he was a natural Dominant, that there was something
about his physical make up and attitude that triggered the submissive
response to a lesser or greater degree of those around him.  Ben wasn't so
sure, but he didn't discount her theory either.  But here, in this room, he
was sure he was in the company of men who were exactly like himself.

No wonder they had gravitated to BDSM, he thought.  "I would," Ben said, "be
more inclined to talk business, if I knew who I was talking to."

"I couldn't agree more," the gray haired man said, extending a hand.  "You
can call me Joseph, Joseph Booth."

Ben took the offered hand and shook it.  "And the others?"

Joseph shook his head.  "Sorry, you only get MY name right now."

Ben settled back in his chair.  "Okay.  So what is this big offer that you
have for me?"

Joseph took a deep breath.  "We thought, considering your background and
your wealth, that you would be a good addition to our little group."

"And what group is that?"  Ben asked.

--==*==--

Ben took a long time thinking about how to tell me the rest.  What he did
tell me was piecemeal and brought up more questions than were answered, but
was still incredible.

Operating out of the New York area, but supposedly containing members spread
throughout the USA and Great Britain, was a group of high powered,
high-ranking individuals that all had one thing in common.  An involvement
of some sort in the art of BDSM.

Some pursued it merely as a hobby, while others incorporated it into their
daily lives.

Brought together by their social status they discovered a need to band
together for mutual protection, for very few of them could stand the public
exposure of their kink.

As a group, they could remain hidden, yet a group of such people also had
power, and considering the nature of the men and women involved, the ability
to use that power.

Yet they hadn't, much.

All of those involved knew what discipline meant, and how power could be
abused.

Ben wouldn't say much more except that he had been given the opportunity to
join this group, and that was what had been on his mind.  That was when the
radar started pinging and Ben refused to say any more about the matter.  He
went and sat at his radar screen, and after a while I came out on deck.

The women were curled up in a ball together in one corner of the stern.  It
had only been an hour since we had locked them up here, but they were asleep
together.  I noticed the bag of toys virtually untouched.  Leaving them
alone, I went forward and sat where I am now.

That was a few hours ago, and I wondered why I wasn't sleepy.  It couldn't
just be the news from Ben, although I did wonder what his answer to them had
been.  Somehow, Ben had gotten out of telling me that.  With a sigh, I sat
and watched the blackness.

--==*==--

"Wake up sleepy head!" I heard as someone shook my shoulder.  I cracked my
eyes open to admit the daylight I could tell was out there.  It was bright,
but not as bright as I expected.

Good.

I rolled over to see my wife crouched over me, smiling.

"When did you come out here, did you sleep here all night?" she asked.

I nodded, and noticed I was lying on one of the deck chairs.  I had a vague
recollection of moving over to it sometime during the night.

"Slave," I said, blinking the sleep from my eyes, "I could kill for a cup of
coffee right now."

Laura's expression changed, from amused wife to dutiful slave girl.  "Yes,
Master."

I watched her pad away, her pretty ass wriggling delightfully, and then sat
up.

The boat was still moving but not as fast as before.  The air was heavy and
wet and from what I could tell the only wind was from it's own passage
across the water.  The sky was white and gray with heavy overcast, the
horizon lost to the humidity.

I worked my way to the stern and below to find the boat's air conditioning
on.

Ben still sat at the navigation console and looked as tired as I felt.  He
glanced over at me and a weary grin appeared on his unshaven face.  "Good,
you look somewhat rested.  I need you to spell me for a while."

"What's up?"  I said, stepping carefully past the sticky red mess all over
this level of the deck, the left over sauce from our meal.

"We're still about five hours away from our destination, but I didn't want
to leave the radar in this weather.  The weather reports tell of rain all
around us, heavy at times.  Rain like that can show up on radar and mask
things we might run into.  I need you to watch it while I get some sleep."

"Sure, you could have woken me earlier!"

Ben shrugged and got up.  He moved forward to his own cabin, passing the two
women working in the galley.  He stared at them, as did I.  They were still
half covered in the pasta sauce from the night before, but they both looked
happy and very well rested, not to mention very beautiful.  Amy looked at
her Master and struck a sexy pose.  "Would you like me to accompany you,
Sir?"

Ben chuckled.  "If you did that, my love, I'd never get any rest."

Amy giggled.  "Oh, so you want to REST!"

Ben cuffed her affectionately on the chin and she laughed.  With a smile Ben
turned to me and said, "This boat's a mess.  I want it ship shape by the
time I get up, outside and in!"

"Sure thing Captain!" I said grinning.

Ben laughed.  "The ship is yours, Number One!" he said, before disappearing
into his cabin and shutting the door.

Laura came over and deposited a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal in front
of me.

"Thank you, slave!" I said with a smile and Laura curtsied.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?"  Laura asked.

"Yes," I said, standing.  "Secure the galley and get up on deck, pronto.  I
want you both in your deck cleaning bondage ASAP!  You heard the Captain, he
wants this boat ship shape, which I take to mean clean from stem to stern,
and you're the lazy swabs that get to clean it!  Now move!"

Laughing, the women quickly made sure nothing in the galley would fall over
with the movement of the boat or start a fire, and quickly made their way
onto the deck of the 'Kajira'.  I watched through the pilothouse windows as
Laura placed first Amy, then herself in bondage.

I was a little surprised when Laura dug in the toy bag, which was still up
on deck, and pulled out something I couldn't immediately make out.  It was
only when she used the objects on Amy that I saw what they were, nipple
clamps, and not standard equipment for the ordered task.

Amy's eyes were wide and her mouth clamped tightly shut as Laura applied the
clamps, then Laura said something I couldn't catch over the sound of the
engine beneath my feet, before both women started working.  From Amy's
expression, I could tell that the clamps must have been tight.  Now I knew
that Amy hated wearing nipple clamps, her nipples being very sensitive
indeed.  Even Ben didn't use them on her very often.  Again Laura had
exerted her dominance over Amy, using her intimate knowledge of Amy to the
younger woman's disadvantage.  Trust Laura to know exactly how to strike
deep into Amy's vulnerable spots.  I felt I had to watch that Laura didn't
go overboard...again.

Maybe I should have put a stop to her dominating Amy, but from what Amy
said, it was something they both wanted, and it obviously made both women
happy.  I hated to do anything that disturbed their happiness.  With my eye
half on the radar, I watched the women work their way around the deck.  Once
they finished that job, I went up and released them from the long chain that
held them to the mast.

"What's this?" I asked them, pointing at the clamps on Amy's bright red
swollen nipples and pretending ignorance (no comments from the gallery
please!).

"Nipple clamps, Sir," Laura said with a smug smile.

"I know that, slave girl.  What I don't understand is why this girl is
wearing them.  I don't recall nipple clamps as being a part of the standard
cleaning bondage!" I said, as seriously as I could.

I was just having fun with them, but neither of them knew that.  Amy looked
at the deck, her own tortured smile gone while Laura's smug grin slowly
disappeared.

"Sir," said Laura, "I just...we were just playing, Sir."

"Playing?" I said slowly.  "You were playing when you should have been
working?"

"No, Sir...I mean...it only took a second..." Laura suddenly clamped her
mouth shut and looked at the deck.  I could see her begin to tremble.  I was
a little surprised; I hadn't meant to scare her that badly.  Her caning on
the island must really have affected her.  I thought that she needed to
relearn that not all punishments would be like the cane, and that in fact
most punishments were usually pleasures in disguise.

I turned to the other slave girl.  "Amy, why are you wearing clamps while
Laura isn't?"

Amy glanced at Laura; I could see indecision in her eyes.

"Well?" I said.

"Sir, I do not know," she said eventually, her tone uncertain.

"Did you put those clamps on yourself?"

"No, Sir."

"Laura put them on you?"

Amy glanced at her friend again.  "Yes, Sir, but as she said it was only a
game!"

"Why didn't you put clamps on Laura in return?" I asked.

"I...er...she didn't want them, Sir."

Both women now stood staring at the deck, their ankles locked in the
one-foot spreader bars that made movement difficult for them, their hands
held behind them.

I snorted.  "Well I think you have worn them long enough.  Take them off!"

"Yes...Sir," Amy whispered.

I watched as she reached up with both hands to remove the clamps that had
been squeezing her tender nipples for over an hour now, and she actually
closed her eyes as she removed them.

I knew clamps hurt coming off, having tried one on myself out of curiosity
once, and I could see that Amy was dealing hard with the pain of their
removal by biting her lip and shifting her weight back and forth from one
foot to the other.

I waited until her eyes opened again before speaking.  "Now put them on
Laura."  Amy looked up at me for a second, as did my wife.  Amy said nothing
but moved toward Laura, who had tensed up.

I'm not sure if I actually saw next what I think I saw, my angle wasn't
good, but as Amy positioned the clamps over my wife's erect nipples and let
go of them both at once, I could have sworn that Amy smiled and whispered
something.  Laura took in a deep breath and I could tell from her reaction
that these clamps were tight ones.  I had put nipple clamps on her many
times myself and knew her limits.

The little sadist was now getting a taste of her own medicine.  "Amy, go get
a set of hand cuffs and another set of nipple clamps, this time with a
connecting chain," I ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Amy said with a worried look on her face.  I could see she
thought she was free of wearing clamps on her nipples for a while.  As Amy
dug in the toy bag, I watched my wife come to terms with the clamps,
standing with her face scrunched up and her toes curled.  I could see her
desperately holding her hands behind her, resisting the urge to reach around
and pull the clamps off.  Not to worry, she would soon get help keeping her
hands away from her breasts.

I wondered how Amy had managed not pull them off, since her hands had been
free to do so.  It must have been something Laura had said that stopped her,
wow!

Amy came back and I had her lock Laura's hands behind her, then I took the
nipple clamps with the chain I had asked for.

I approached my wife smiling, and Laura's eyes grew worried.  She knew this
smile.

I held up one clamp in front of her face, and slowly brought it forward to
her nose.  I carefully released it on her septum, checking the tension to
make sure it was just the right tightness.  When I figured I had it right, I
gave it a quick tug, making Laura cry out.  It wasn't coming off.

"Sir?"  Laura said, now looking in my eyes.

"What?"  I answered.

Laura stared at me, "Nothing."

"Thought so," I said, then I turned to Amy in time to see her smiling at her
friend's predicament.  "Come here," I ordered.  Amy's smile faltered, but
she padded forward.

"Hands behind your head, move in closer," I told her, and she did as I
asked.  The chain was maybe eighteen inches long, kinda long for a nipple
chain, depending on what you used it for, but it was perfect for my
intentions.  I carefully clipped the second clamp to Amy's septum, making
sure that it too wouldn't jerk off.

Both women whimpered when I let the chain hang between them.  "Very nice," I
said, standing back to admire their sauce coated bodies.  "Now head below
and clean up all the mess down there.  When that's done you can come back up
here and wash yourselves."

"Sir," Amy said.  "How are we supposed to...?"

"Any way you can!" I interrupted.  "But you had better be quick, you don't
want Ben to come out finding a dirty boat!"

Amy gave me a sick smile then began waddling to the hatch.  Laura tried to
keep up but it was difficult for her to do so, and I had fun watching the
two of them negotiate the narrow hatch and stairway.

Yes, it was going to be a fun day.

--==*==--

When the rain came down it came down hard, drumming on the roof of the boat
like the solo from "In the Garden of Eden" or "Inna-godda-da-vida" to the
uninformed.  The sea had come up also and I wondered if we were going to
have a storm, even though the weather report I had just listened to gave no
indication of rough weather, just rain.

Our radar could see clearly for only about a mile, and I kept an eye on it
as best I could despite the distractions.

The distractions were called Laura and Amy, and after they had finished
cleaning the boat and themselves, I had been amusing myself with the two of
them.  I was enjoying this rare opportunity to have two beautiful women
completely under my beck and call.

I had removed Laura's nipple clamps, for which she thanked me a lot, and
cuffed Amy's hands behind her.  Both women still wore the one-foot hobbles
and had their noses connected with the chain.

Connected like this, I had given them a bathroom break, and watched
discreetly as the twosome overcame their embarrassment of sharing their
bathroom functions with each other.  Normally not one for bathroom games, I
still enjoyed watching how they cooperated with each other, sharing the task
of making sure they were both clean.

Then came our fun game.

I was sitting naked at the navigation console where I could watch the radar,
but facing toward the center of the boat.  Kneeling before me were the slave
girls, and in my hand I had a timer.

The game was simple; each girl would take turns orally servicing me, and the
one who finally made me cum would win a prize.  The kicker was each turn
would only last a minute and the girls would have to quickly switch, hence
the timer.  I was enjoying this competition immensely as I was blown by both
the women, noting the differences in their approach.

Laura kept her teeth off me, as she knew I liked it that way, using her
tongue to provide a wonderful friction on my head while her lips took care
of my shaft.  Amy didn't use her teeth at first, and went more for using the
back of her throat, but the sneaky little subbie had another trick up her
nonexistent sleeve.  Whenever she sensed I was getting really close and she
was almost out of time, she would grab just behind the head of my penis with
her teeth and bite down.

Not hard, for that would have been a big mistake on her part, but just
enough to shock me and bring down my high a fraction.

She knew that it would take all of her minute for Laura to bring me back up,
which would leave Amy with a better chance at winning.  The third time she
did this, I caught her eye and saw what I had come to know as her "Sammy"
smile, a mischievous grin full of determination and laughter.  I smiled, but
was helpless at that point to change the outcome if I wanted to, and the
next time Amy's turn came up, she won of course.

"Don't...swallow..." I managed to gasp as I began pumping Amy's mouth.  I
finished cumming and pulled out, a line of cum falling down her chin and
onto her breasts.  Amy had her cheeks puffed and looked a little distressed.
I had no idea if she had ever been ordered to hold it in her mouth before,
but now she was getting to know the full taste.

I let her kneel there while Laura cleaned me up with her tongue, and watched
while Amy resigned herself to her fate.

I wasn't done yet.

"Thank you, Laura," I said to my wife, who smiled at me and gave Amy a smug
look.

I sat back and waited, watching the women kneel patiently in front of me.
God, they were beautiful!

I thought to myself that the Lord could take me now and I would have no
regrets.

"Amy," I said after a bit, "I think it's time you got rid of that stuff in
your mouth, don't you agree?"

Amy nodded, quite eagerly in fact.

"Then why don't you pass it on to Laura then," I suggested.  Amy looked
confused for just a moment, then her eyes opened wide.  Laura had already
caught on and I could see that she couldn't decide whether to laugh or be
shocked.

Then Amy shrugged and turned to her friend and I watched as the two of them
kissed, Amy passing my cum, mixed with her spit, directly into the mouth of
my wife.

When they were done, they separated as much as the chain between their noses
would allow, and this time it was Laura who had bulging cheeks.  Then the
rain hit.

"You can swallow!" I yelled at her over the downpour and she did so quickly,
a smile and a belch her reply.

Amy knelt up straight.  "Thank you, Sir," she said, "Can you tell me what I
win?"

"Didn't I just give you your prize?"  I said to her with an evil grin.

"Oh Sir!"  Amy cried.

I laughed.  "Okay, everyone on deck!" I yelled and I go up and headed
outside.  Yes, the rain was hard, a cool hard shower that pounded me all
over like a huge massage spray.  It felt great being out there and I yelled
into the face of nature as my entire body was pummeled.

The ladies struggled on deck and in seconds were drenched to the bone, their
hair plastered to their skulls.  Laura's longer hair conformed to her body
and she looked even sexier.  As I said before, I love wet women!  I went
over, pulled both naked women to me, and held them close to me in the rain,
almost dying with pleasure at the feel of their wet bodies against mine.
Out here, in the elements, I wanted to have them both.  "Hey guys!" I heard
a voice yell.  It was Ben shouting from the hatchway.  The rain must have
woken him up.

"Come on out, Ben!" I yelled with a big grin on my face.  Amy turned to look
at her Master.

Ben chuckled, and with a shrug stepped out and joined us.  He took his slave
into his arms and almost pulled her nose off before seeing the chain
attached to it.

He laughed and gave Amy a big kiss.

Meanwhile I was letting my hands roam all over Laura, giving her breasts and
groin a lot of attention.  Laura squirmed and wriggled under my touch and I
knew that the day had to have been having a sexual affect on her, for her
sex was hot and moist.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ben had struggled out of his wet
clothes and the four of us, all naked now, lowered ourselves to the deck.  I
had Laura lie on her back on her cuffed hands, an uncomfortable position, I
know, and entered her easily with a single stroke.

Only a foot away, Ben had done the same with Amy, and while nature pounded
us, Ben and I pounded our women.

Once again Amy was the vocal champion of our group, her cries of passion
mixed in with cries of pain as her scarred vaginal canal took the whole of
Ben's length and girth.

I barely noticed though, as Laura had wrapped her legs around me and sang of
her own passion as we came together.

At the crucial moment, thunder and lightning tore across the sky as if
announcing our climax, and I almost collapsed with laughter as the thought
hit me.  Laura and I did lay giggling together when we finished, both seeing
the strange coincidence in the weather.  We were joined moments later by Ben
and Amy and the four of us, two bound and connected by their noses with a
chain, lay back in the pouring rain and basked in how good life could be.
As the commercial said, "it don't get any better than this!"

Then the alarm on the radar went off.

Part 26

Ben got up and headed quickly inside.  I helped the women up and helped them
below, wondering what was out there waiting for us.  Ben, dripping wet, was
seated at the navigation console smiling.  He turned to watch us come in.
"It's okay, it's just the island finally on radar."

Well I felt better, and I could see the women looked relieved too.  I guess
we were all still a little jumpy because of their kidnapping.  I could see
that they were shivering and dripping water all over the deck as well, so I
went and got some towels.

By the time I got back, Ben had released them from all of their bondage,
including the nose chain, and the four of us quickly began drying ourselves
off.

"Thank you," Laura said with a smile when I gave her hers.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?"  I said to her.

She stuck out her tongue at me but still she smiled.  Despite our getting
dry though, it was still cold, and the boat was rocking even more in the
heavy sea.

"Ladies!"  Ben said in his command voice.  "Go forward and climb under the
covers of our bed, I want you to stay warm.  But no playing.  Wait for me,
I'll be along in a minute."

"Yes, Sir," both our loved ones answered, and they scampered off to the
forward cabin.

"Don," said Ben, "You go get dressed as well.  I'm going to put the girls
away for a while and then we can see about finding some shelter from the
weather."

"Sure, Ben," I answered.  "Do you think it's going to get serious?"

Ben glared at me.  "Any bad weather at sea is serious, Don.  But I'm not
expecting anything big, just being careful."

I nodded and headed back to my cabin.

I found some jeans and a long sleeved shirt, more clothes than I have worn
for a while, and put them on as protection against the chill.  I figured a
front must have been passing over us, which would account for the sudden
temperature change.  Ben took several minutes longer than I did, but
eventually he came out of his cabin dressed much as I was.

He sat again at the console and used the radar image and what little we
could see out the windows to guide us around the island.  Suddenly the rain
began to lessen, although it never stopped entirely, and I could finally see
the island clearly.

It was oddly shaped, something like a door wedge.  One end was the high
point of the island, cliffs dropping straight down to the water, while a
gentle slope ran all the way to the other end of the island where it became
a small cove with a beach, the only beach on the island Ben told me.  The
entire island was covered in a thick growth of trees, but here and there,
bare rock was visible, especially near the summit.

Using the joystick, Ben carefully steered us into the cove.  He looked at me
over his shoulder.  "Someone has to set the anchors," he said with a grin.

I shook my head and laughed.  "You win, Captain!"

I didn't want my dry clothes ruined so I stripped naked once more and went
back out in the rain.  It wasn't so bad really; the soft rain was warmer
than the hard rain of earlier and the air seemed to be warming up also.  I
got the anchors laid and went back inside.

"I'm out of towels," I said as I came back in.

"Look in my private head, but don't release the women yet," Ben answered,
shutting down the engine.

I went forward and passed into the forward cabin.  On the big bed I could
see two huddled forms under the blankets; all that was visible of them were
their heads, and even then all I could see was the back of them.  I grabbed
a towel, and as I dried off, I took a closer look.  Amy was the closest, so
I careful pulled the covers off her.  Ben had hog-tied her with rope; it was
very well done with none of the knots within reach.  He had also gagged and
blindfolded her, a bright red ball gag forcing her jaws wide open.

Chuckling, I put the covers back and went around to my wife.  She was
trussed up in exactly the same way, and I smiled and left them as I found
them.  They definitely wouldn't be doing any playing in that condition.  I
dressed once more and joined Ben in the galley as he brewed some coffee.  He
looked a little preoccupied.

"You still thinking about that offer Townsend's friend gave you?" I asked.

"No, actually, I was thinking about the island outside.  I've had enough of
thinking about Booth and his offer."

"You never did tell me what you decided, if you HAVE decided anything!"

Ben looked at me for a moment.  "No, I didn't.  Look, Don, let's just put
that subject away for a while, huh?  There are only a few days left before
you and Laura have to head back home.  Let's just enjoy them."

I stared at Ben.  A part of me wanted to pressure him into answering, but I
too was fed up with Townsend and the whole Kiri business.

"Sure," I told him.

Ben smiled and nodded, and looked slightly relieved.

"So!" I said.  "We're going ashore soon?"

Ben looked away, pouring himself a cup of coffee.  "Actually, I wanted to
talk to you about that.  That's why I put the women away."

"You have a plan huh?" I said with a smile.  Some planned fun and games
would be good right now.

"Yeah, I have a plan, but it doesn't involve you."

I was put back a little by that.  "What?"

"Sit down, Don."

I sat.

"Don, coming here to this island is something Amy and I always do when we
make this trip, and this time I wasn't planning on changing that tradition.
There is a special...well, "game" isn't the right word, but it's better than
nothing, there's a game we like to play here that we can't play elsewhere."

"Oh, so you and Amy want some play time to yourselves," I said, thinking I
understood.  "That's fine.  Laura and I can lounge about on the beach for a
while."

"Er...no, that's not quite it," Ben said.  "It's something that takes more
than a few hours, usually a couple of days, almost definitely two nights."

"Oh.  Well I'm sure we'll survive."

"There is another thing.  Now that we've taken that step...you know...us,
and how we are now trading our women.  Well, I was thinking of this
time...taking Laura instead of Amy."

I took a breath, and let it out slowly.  "You want to take Laura with you to
this island, for a couple of nights of private play?"

Ben nodded.  He didn't look very nervous, despite the hesitant way he had
asked.

Me, I was nervous.

"Ben, can I ask what this game which isn't really a game is all about?"

Ben sighed.  "I guess it's only fair you should know, but Laura can't know
anything in advance, okay?"

"You got it!" I said to him, eager to hear his plans and wondering how my
wife would be a part of them.  When he told me, my eyes opened wide!

--==*==--

The rain was still coming down but it was more of mist now.  It added to the
general humidity, giving the air weight where it shouldn't have had any.
Also the temperature had come back up and I had switched back to wearing
just a pair of swim trunks.

All four of us were on deck, the women having been released not long before,
their arms and legs testifying to this with red lines that wound around
them.  Amy, upon seeing the island, took on an attitude of excitement, mixed
in with a little breathless fear.  I would imagine a first time skydiver
would look much the same as he contemplated the two-mile fall below him.
Amy looked over at Ben, who was pulling some rope out of one of the deck
lockers.

"I didn't think we'd be coming here this trip!" she said to him with a
smile.

Ben looked up and shook his head.  "You're not," he replied.  Amy frowned
and I watched as logic dawned.  She looked over at Laura, who was watching
the shoreline, oblivious as to what was going on behind her.  Amy inclined
her head toward Laura, and Ben nodded.  She looked at me as if to see if I
knew what was going on, so I smiled and nodded too.  She padded over to Ben
and began whispering in his ear, but I was still close enough to hear them.

"Sir, you can't take her up there!" she whispered.

"Why not, I've taken you many times," Ben answered quietly.

"But Sir, Laura won't know what's going on.  You'll have to tell her
everything."

Ben stayed silent.

"Sir, you ARE going to tell her aren't you?"  Amy looked horrified.

Ben leaned closer to his intended bride.  "Only as much as I told you the
first time, and you aren't allowed to expand on that.  One word out of you
to her and your ass is hamburger."

Amy shuddered and glanced at me again.  I was looking the other way at the
time, watching them out of the corner of my eye, so I doubt she thought I
was eavesdropping.

"Sir.  Does...he know everything?"

Ben chuckled, and moved away from her, carrying the rope with him below.
Amy stood in thought for a moment then approached me.  "Sir, What has Ben
told you about this place?"

For some reason Ben wanted Amy kept ignorant about things, and had asked me
to play along.  "He didn't need to tell me much, I trust him," I said to
her.

"But Sir..." Amy whispered, glancing at Laura who stood proudly at the bow.

"Sir, I..."

"What?" I asked.  Amy seemed to be on the verge of tears and I was wondering
if she was jealous of Laura or if there was more to what Ben planned than
what he had told me.

"Sir, Laura might not be up to...couldn't you tell Ben that you want Laura
to stay and for him to take me instead?"

"Why, don't you want to stay here with me?" I asked her calmly.

"No...Yes...I mean...It's just that...!"  Amy ground to a stop, unable to
decide what was the right thing to say.

I leaned forward as Ben had done.  "Someone in your position shouldn't
question the orders of their Master."

Pale, Amy nodded.

"Amy, I am going to ask you one thing, and you had better tell me the
truth."

"Yes, Sir."

"Is there any REAL reason why Laura and Ben shouldn't be alone over there?"

Amy swallowed, and then looked once more at Laura.  Deep in thought, she
touched her bare nipples with one hand and then absentmindedly brushed her
groin before looking back at me.

In her eyes now was something new; a glint of something much like
determination, but a little more evil.

"No Sir, there is no reason she can't go ashore with Ben.  I was
just...overreacting I guess.  I wanted to go with him but I'm just as happy
to stay here with you!"

I didn't believe her, and I made sure my expression said that clearly.  But
I didn't verbally call her on it.

Amy looked like she had read my expression accurately though, and lowered
her eyes.

"Go help Ben," I told her, and the naked subbie padded quickly away.  As I
joined my wife at the bow, I thought about why Laura going ashore with Ben
would be considered revenge by Amy.

--==*==--

Laura looked at the scraps of leather with an amused smile.  Ben had handed
her a couple of wide strips of fur that looked like it had been skinned off
something with spots.

"Put those on," he ordered and Laura took a moment to figure out what to do
with them before obeying the order.

One strip she wrapped about her hips, tying it on one side.  It gave her a
little modest protection, if she didn't move much.

The other strip she used to cover her breasts with, tying it on the same
side as her bottoms.

I have to say she looked very sexy, and I realized then how used to her
being nude I had gotten.  It reminded me that women could look just as
alluring IN clothes as out of them, and even as in Laura's case right now,
more naked than naked!  Her skins only emphasized her nudity underneath
them, if that makes sense to you.

"Very nice!"  I said to her.

She smiled and did a twirl so we could see all of it, her striped buttocks
showing easily as the cloth moved about.

She looked like a barbarian princess with her silver collar shining brightly
around her neck.

Now it was my turn.

"Laura?" I said, catching her attention.  I pointed at the deck by my feet
and she smoothly came to a kneeling position beside me.

"Yes, Master?" she said, a twinkle in her eye.  She glanced quickly at Amy
who knelt by Ben, and I wondered if she was puzzled why Amy didn't look at
her.

"Laura, it's time for another game," I said.  "This one you'll be playing
just with Ben."

"Yes, Sir!" she said eagerly, casting a warm smile at Ben.

"Here's what's going to happen.  In a few minutes, I'm going to row you
ashore and you are to head into the jungle and hide.  In about an hour I'll
do the same for Ben and his job is to find you."

"Sure, hide and seek, it could be fun!"  Laura said giggling.

Amy sighed.

"Not quite," I answered.  "For a start, you're to do your best to make sure
that Ben doesn't find you, and you aren't allowed back here either, for if
Amy or I see you then you lose.  You also have to evade him for quite some
time; until dark tomorrow, in fact."

Laura's smile faded.  "You mean I have to stay out there alone all night?"

"Yes, you do."

"No!  I don't want to do it.  I can't stay out all night by myself!"

"Laura, you'll be fine.  You can do it."

"No!"

Amy spoke up.  "Laura, you'll be okay, there's nothing on the island that
can hurt you!"

"What do you mean?  What if I get bitten by something?"

"There's nothing there that's poisonous, and it's only birds and insects
anyway, no animals."

"Have YOU done this?"  Laura asked her fellow sub.

"Yes, you'll be fine."

Laura didn't look convinced.

"Laura," Ben said, breaking his silence.  "You WILL go!"

Laura opened her mouth as if to protest again, then closed it before looking
at me.  From her kneeling position, she bent low, kissed my feet, and then
looked up at me.  "Master, this lowly slave does not wish to spend the night
alone on the island."

"But...?" I said, using my own command voice.

There was a moment of silence.

"She will go," Laura eventually said.

"Good.  If you make it until tomorrow evening without any of us seeing you
or Ben catching you, then your reward is the repeal of the rest of your
caning sentence.  You won't be caned again by Ben."

Laura almost smiled, and I knew then I had picked a proper reward.  Ben and
I had discussed what she should win if, and it was a big if, she won.  It
had to be something real, and something that would motivate her to not give
up just to see what Ben would do if he caught her.

Her expression turned serious and I could almost see those mental cogwheels
going.  Now that she had resigned herself to going, she was going to make
damn sure that she would benefit from it.

"What if I lose, Sir?"

I spoke slowly and calmly, making sure that Laura saw the seriousness of
what I was saying.  "If you lose, then you belong to Ben for as long as he
plans on staying here, and he has already told me it could be a couple of
days at least.  You won't see me or Amy during that time, and there will be
no restrictions on what he can do with you.  If he wants to cane you now
instead of later in the week then he is free to do so, and he will still be
able to cane you later.  You won't have any options with him here, no safe
words, no limits.  Your life will be in his hands and I get what's left of
you when you return."

The look of fear was still on her face, but it wasn't a crippling fear.

"Sir, one more question."

"Very well."

"Sir, will you and Amy be doing this as well, after Ben brings me back...IF
he catches me?"

I shook my head.  "No, this is strictly for the two of you."

Laura looked down; sitting back, she assumed her Total Slave position.
"Yes, Sir," she said.  She was breathing deeply and I could see that I had
succeeded in convincing her of the seriousness of this...yes Ben was right,
"game" was a bad word.

The rowboat had already been put in the water and I ordered my slave/wife
into it.  I rowed her to the beach about a hundred yards away and she
stepped out onto the sand.

She was no longer the barbarian princess, rather she looked like a golden
haired native girl, her hair fighting a losing battle against the light
rain, her skin slick and shiny, her breasts pushing against the spotted fur
halter she had tied about them.

She looked miserable, yet determined.  Scared, but capable.

She looked beautiful.

"One hour," I told her, and began the long row back to the boat.  She stood
on the beach and watched me for a moment, before disappearing bare foot into
the trees.

I hoped she would be okay.

--==*==--

An hour later Ben came up from below.  He was dressed in the same kind of
leathers as Laura was, a large loincloth and a pair of fur-clad boots.  With
his build, he looked very much the wild man.  Without looking at either Amy
or myself, he dropped a bag he had been carrying into the rowboat with the
cooler of food and water he had already loaded.  When he DID look at us, his
expression was very serious, not that of someone about to embark on a game.

He stared at Amy for a moment, then turned that gaze on me.

I saw then what Amy, and maybe even Laura saw when he was in full dominant
mode.  A man of power, a serious man who wasn't in control just because you
let him, but because control was where he was SUPPOSED to be.  You obeyed
such a man simply because to do anything else made no sense.  I wondered if
I would ever get that look, and a part of me felt a little jealous that Ben
already did.

"You watch her, " he said to me, "you look after her.  You can use the beach
but don't go into the jungle.  If things work out, I may invite you up in a
couple of days.  But unless I do, STAY AWAY!"

"Yes, Sir," I said to him, taking that look and that voice seriously.

"Now, row me over."

I did as he asked, and helped him unload the rowboat before heading back
alone to the 'Kajira'.

Aboard the yacht once more, I stood with Amy as we watched Ben haul his
stuff one item at a time into the jungle.

Then, he appeared no more and we were alone.

"Tell me Amy, what was the longest time you were able to evade capture?" I
asked.

"Only one time did I make it until dark, only once," she replied softly.

I nodded and we stood and watched the jungle for a while longer.

Part 27

As you may have inferred from this chronicle, I am very much in lust with
Amy.  It can't have passed your attention that I have wanted to spend time
alone with her, almost since the beginning of this trip.  To be honest,
these feelings came upon me a lot earlier in our relationship, as we got to
know each other online.

So, now that I had Amy alone, with the prospect of at least a couple of days
of uninterrupted fun, you'd think I'd have that girl chained down to a bunk
and satisfying my lust before her Master got a hundred yards into the bush.

Well, sorry to disappoint you but at that moment I wasn't thinking of the
nubile piece of womanhood who stood next to me at the rail.  While I was in
lust with Amy, I was in LOVE with Laura.

My thoughts and feelings were full of her.

I did glance at Amy, and suspected that her thoughts may have been similar
to mine, except her focus would have been on Ben.  She looked up at me at
that moment, and gave me a smile.  But there was a tenseness between us now,
as if there were things expected of both of us yet we weren't sure how to
get started, or even if we wanted to.

"So, what now?" I said to her with a weak smile of my own.

"Shouldn't I be asking that, Sir?" Amy replied.

I watched her lovely face and thought for a moment.  "Tell you what, let's
put aside the Master/slave thing for a while, okay?  We haven't really spent
time as friends yet this trip, and I know we both enjoy that part of our
relationship."

Some genuine warmth flowed into her smile; I liked it.

"You serious, Sir?" she asked.  "Just friends for a while?"

"Yes!" I said warmly, and was surprised when Amy jumped into my arms and
gave me a big wet kiss!

"Oh, Don, thank you!  I was wondering if we would ever get to talk as
friends.  It's hard to stay in slave girl mode the whole time even though
Ben said it would be appropriate!"

I laughed.  "It's okay, Amy.  You can act normally now."

"Thanks, Don!  It means a lot to me to be your friend, and I was wondering
if I would get a chance!"

"No problem.  In fact," I let go of her and took a step back, taking in the
full sight of the nude young woman, "in fact why don't you go below and find
a dress to wear.  Crank up the A/C too, it's getting hot again!"

"Sure, Don!"  Amy took a last look at the island and then went below.

I took a last look too, wished my wife luck, and followed her inside.

I was hungry, so I went straight to the galley.  All of our food had been
prepared by the women so far this trip, but I felt like cooking.  So after
seeing what Ben had left us, I decided that I could make a couple of pretty
good omelets.

I was chopping some peppers when Amy came out of her cabin; she had taken
the time to shower, probably washing away the residue of all the sexual play
she had enjoyed today.  She looked good in a dark blue cotton dress,
sleeveless, it also had no back.  Like Laura in her fur bikini, it took
clothes to make me realize how beautifully sexy Amy really was.  I wondered
if she picked out that dress to show me that she couldn't be wearing much of
anything under it.  An outfit like that only emphasized her hidden nudity.

"You shouldn't be cooking, Sir!" Amy said when she saw me.

"I WANT to cook, and it's Don, remember?"

"Oh, sorry, force of habit," she said with a grin.

"You thirsty?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, and hungry too.  What are you making?"

I told her, fishing out of the tiny fridge a can of pop for her and a beer
for myself.

She took the can and opened it, before settling onto the built in bench seat
across the aisle from the galley.  She tucked her long legs up under her and
half sat, half knelt on the seat.  Picture perfect.

She toyed with the can while I mixed the eggs, neither of us in the mood to
talk, yet needing the company.

"Do you want to talk about it?"  Amy asked eventually.

"About what?"

"Ben, and Laura."

"Do you?"

Amy sat in thought, and shook her head.  I melted a tablespoon of butter in
a pan and tipped the egg mixture in after it.

I felt...awkward, for want of a better word.  I could have taken over the
situation here, switched to Dom mode and given Amy orders that would have
covered our time together without a problem.  We would have slipped back
into those comfortable roles and would even have had a good time!

Yet, I felt, and still feel, that there are times when you need to step out
of what is comfortable in order to get to know a person properly.  You may
be able to get them to tell you their life story by cracking a whip, but you
will never find out HOW that life story shaped the person you are with,
unless you allowed them the freedom to be themselves.

What?

Some of you are arguing, "what if the person really is a submissive with no
interest or feelings in acting like a normal person?"

Well hey!  That's okay!  But you never would have known for sure if you
hadn't given them the freedom to find out.

I let the omelet cook almost through before flipping it, adding the chopped
vegetables and ham to the cooked side while the other side kept on cooking.
Low heat, that's the secret to a good omelet.

After a minute, I folded the whole thing in half, slid it onto a plate, and
moved half of that onto another plate for Amy.

"Grub up!"  I said, and I collected what I needed to eat at the table.

Amy followed with her food, hesitating before seating herself next to me.

"It's good!" she said with a smile after taking a couple of bites.  I
watched surprised, while she ate with her fingers.  I shouldn't have been.
I knew that utensils were the exception for her rather than the rule, by
order of Ben, but seeing her actually eat like that when the slave rules
were supposedly 'relaxed', was unexpected.  I didn't comment on it though, I
simply watched with amusement as those delicate fingers picked through her
meal, and thought to myself that this might be a good rule to place Laura
under, it looked quite lovely.

"Thanks," I answered, taking a swig of my beer as I watched her.

I saw her eyes follow the bottle, and remembered that she too was an
alcoholic.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "Ben told me it didn't bother him if I drank, but he
didn't say anything about you!"

"It's okay, you can drink it," she said, looking at her plate.

"DOES it bother you?"  In the back of my mind I wondered what would happen
if she drank it, what she might be like as a drunk.  I wasn't proud of the
thought but it was there anyway.  Don't you think about such things at
times, deep in the dark recesses of your minds where things live you would
never talk about?

Amy's answer was a good one.  "It doesn't bother me near as much as what
would happen to me if I gave in to the temptation."

"What would happen?"

Amy ate a finger full of egg before replying.  "You've...taken a good look
at my body," she said blushing a little, "did you notice the scar?"

Images of her bare flesh flowed through my mind, how it looked, how it felt,
how it smelled.  "The ones on your arms?"  I asked.

She said no, and subconsciously tried to mask the faint remnants of the
track marks inside her elbows.

I couldn't think of any other marks on her body, and told her so.

Amy turned her back to me.  She pulled the back of her dress away from her
to reveal the tops of her buttocks.  "Look close, on the left."

I did so, and saw just to one side of where her butt crease started, a small
well-healed scar.

"I see it."  I told her.

She moved back to her plate.  "It's not much to see right now, but I got it
four years ago.  I had just come home from a shitty day waiting tables...Oh!
I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to swear!"  Amy looked at me worriedly.
Swearing was one of the first things Ben and I outlawed for our women.

"Go on, we'll deal with that later," I said to her, implying that even
though we were not acting the parts, she was still subject to discipline for
those house rules I knew her to be placed under.  I knew I could have
skipped it, but neither Ben nor Amy would have respected me for it.

"Er...well, it wasn't a good day.  Ben had me working at this Diner and the
less you wore the better the tips were, you know?  Well, wearing less also
meant getting propositioned more, and that day I just wasn't in the mood.

"On my way home, I had to walk past a liquor store, and for some reason,
that day I just stopped.

"I...don't really remember going in, but I do remember walking up and down
the aisles, running a finger along all the bottles.  I ended up standing at
the counter with a fifth of scotch, and before I knew it, my tips for the
day were exchanged for a bottle of bliss."

Amy had stopped eating and sat staring at her plate.  I could see that in
her mind's eye she was back there, living it again.

"I remember," she continued, "the way that bottle bumped against my side, I
had slipped it into the pocket of this big old coat Ben had got for me.
With each step, I was reminded over and over again of its presence.

"I thought to myself that I would take it home, open it, and show my will
power by pouring it out.  I felt I could do that.

"I knew Ben would be mad at me if he found out I had bought it at all, but
he didn't need to find out if I poured it out.

"So I took it home, although later I wished that I had poured it out right
then.  Up in our little apartment I opened the bottle and stood over the
sink with it.

"I couldn't move.

"I could smell it, the scotch.

"I had been dry and drug free for a year by then, pretty good huh?  It
was...an effort...but Ben saw me through and I depended on him a lot for my
will power.  But...

"It had been a sh...bad day.

"I figured that, given the day I had, just one swig wouldn't hurt.  You
know, one quick mouthful of booze, and while I savored it, I could pour the
rest away.  I could do that; it was easy.

"Yet, a moment later I still stood there, full bottle in hand and the taste
of scotch in my mouth.  It's all so vivid; I can remember it exactly.

"I remember thinking that I had just imagined taking that swig, so I took
another to make sure.  That one felt so good that I thought one more would
be okay.

"You know, we fight taking a drink day by day, just trying to go a day
without tipping a bottle in our mouths.  But when you go, you go sip by sip,
mouthful by mouthful, until eventually they all blur together.

"Each swig I had, I took for a very good reason, and soon the reason was
'what the hey!'  I knew Ben would be mad, I knew he would probably cane me,
but by that point, I didn't give a...care.

"When Ben found me, I was dancing naked on the coffee table to some slow
Janis Joplin, waving the almost empty bottle around.  I actually thought
that if Ben saw me naked and wanting him, that he would overlook my slip and
we would just have some fabulous sex together.

"I was...wrong.

"I smiled at Ben when he came home, laughed, and tried to act seductively.
Ben didn't say a word.

"He came over and pulled the bottle from me, and just stood there staring.

"I slowly began to realize that my little show wasn't having the affect it
was meant to, and that was when I saw the look in his eyes and the way he
held the bottle."

Amy took a half breath; her fingers clutched tightly together, her focus
deep in her past.  She LOOKED scared!

"I can honestly say that for a brief moment, I was scared sober.  It really
looked to me that Ben was going to hit me with that bottle.  He had hit me
before, you know, but it was always either self-defense or as a part of our
discipline.  But this time I saw that anger would be the driving force here,
and I was scared...to the bone.

"Ben took my hand and led me over to the armchair we used when he caned me.
The ropes he used to bind me for caning were already there, a visible
reminder of what was supposed to happen to me if I screwed up.  He tied me
down, bent over the back of the chair, and without a word took the bottle in
the kitchen.

"Then he came back with his cane and sat in another chair.

"He was so silent.

"Ben has always used that great voice of his to advantage when mad at me
before, but this time he said nothing.

"I was...so scared...so scared that...I wet myself.

"I tried pleading with him to have mercy on me, that I was sorry and for
sure it wouldn't happen again.  I was still drunk though, and after my pleas
had no effect, the liquor began to give me Dutch courage.  God knows what I
was thinking, but I began to bitch at him about why I couldn't drink, why I
couldn't live my own life for a change.  Who gave HIM the right to dictate
to me how I lived my life?

"My bitching turned to taunting, and a part of me watched, horrified, as I
actually dared him to do his worst with me.

"When he did get up, I was still yelling at him, and I continued to yell
right up until he gagged me.

"I was still mad at him until the first blow landed, then it all came back
to me what I had done and why I was tied down.

"I remember screaming into the gag as each strike hit, begging for him to
stop.  I pulled so hard on the ropes that bound me that I had deep bruises
on my wrists and ankles for days afterwards.

"He just kept...hitting me.

"In the end I passed out, and I think he kept going, but I can't be sure and
he won't talk about it.

"When I woke up I was still tied down, ungagged but otherwise in the same
position.  Ben had left me there, alone with a burn in my ass that made me
think he had actually set fire to it.

"I'm not kidding or exaggerating, but that wasn't the worst.  As I regained
my senses, I could feel that I was standing in something wet.  I couldn't
see it then, but I had blood from a lot of broken skin pouring down my legs
and pooling at my feet.

"I cried; my voice was horse from all the yelling I had done into the gag.
I was alone and hurt and I felt betrayed by Ben for leaving me.

"I don't know how long I was there, but when he did come back I swore long
and hard at him.

"He had brought something in a bag in with him, but as I swore, he put it
down and picked up the cane, which he had placed out of my sight.

"I actually broke a tooth shutting up.

"It was like...time stopped for us there, and I often think that at that
moment in time, the fates were deciding our futures.  Remember what I said
about needing to be changed inside, and how Ben did it when he truly caned
me?  Well this was it.

"I couldn't take being caned anymore, I simply couldn't.  Yet I knew that I
no longer had any control over that.  No, that's wrong.  I DID have control,
but that control was in the form of my obedience.  I obey, I don't get
caned.  Simple huh?

"It took a while for me to understand just why he had to punish me to
protect me, and to anyone else his reasons would sound crazy.  But for
us...it's right."

Amy paused, and picked at her now cold food.

She looked so small, so vulnerable.

"Did he cane you again?" I asked her carefully.

"No, I guess he saw I was beaten and he fixed me up before untying me.  The
bag he brought in contained a bunch of stuff for cuts and bruises.  He only
left me alone because we didn't have anything in the house, and he left me
tied so I wouldn't do any more damage to myself than he had already done.

"He had chewed up my ass pretty badly, some of the worst damage being up
high by my tail bone, and that was what hurt the most too.  I couldn't work
for days, couldn't sit down for longer, and having the dressings changed was
murder, as dried blood would make them stick to me, and pulling the
dressings off meant pulling off the scabs.

"In the end I went without bandages, and simply stayed bare below the waist
for a while."

She paused again.

"Ben didn't talk to me for two days, and pretty much ignored me for that
whole time too.  He left the almost empty bottle of scotch on the kitchen
counter, as a test I think.  All I had to do was pick it up and finish it
off.  But I knew that if I did, then WE would be finished, for there was no
way I could take another beating like that, and I found out later that Ben
wouldn't have been able to give me one.  If I fell now, I would have felt
beyond redemption.  In the end, that bottle sat untouched for several months
before Ben poured it out himself.  But for a couple of days, Ben was so mad
at me and so disgusted at himself for beating me till I was hamburger that
he couldn't bring himself to talk to me.  But we made up, and I haven't had
a drop of alcohol since."

"Thank you for telling me."  I said to her after we had sat quietly for a
bit.

Amy nodded, her face flushed, she looked close to tears.

"Don, would you mind...I need to be alone for a bit."

"Sure," I said, nodding slowly.  I left the booth and climbed topside.

Night had fallen, swiftly as it does at these latitudes, and I walked the
deck in the darkness.

It had stopped raining, but the sky was still overcast for I could see no
stars, and the island next to us was invisible now although I could hear it,
the wind moving the trees.

No, not quite invisible.  At the summit was a small spot of light, maybe a
campfire.  Ben's camp, I assumed.

I wondered if my wife had been caught by Ben yet, and figured she probably
had been.  No nature lover was she; the jungle was NOT her element.  Had the
chase taken place in a Mall, then Ben might have had his work cut out for
him.

I sat in a deck chair and thought about my wife, and the girl below me.  Two
such different people, each on a different road.  Yet those roads had turned
in one common direction and were beginning to merge into one.  Laura and
Amy, from such widely different backgrounds, were becoming a lot alike on
the surface, but deep down they were so different.

Our life histories shaped us, whether we wanted them to or not.

I had been sitting in the warm night air for about an hour when I heard bare
feet padding on the deck behind me.

I turned; it was Amy of course, but she was naked again, her dress left
behind some place below.

She knelt by my side.

"Sir, could we please...I...I think it might be best if we went back to
being...Master and slave." she said.

"Are you sure?  Don't you think you could use a friend instead?"  I asked
her kindly.

"No, Sir.  I don't need a friend, I need a Master.  Being an...equal, is too
hard to deal with right now.  Please, Sir, let me be happy!"

She put her hands and head in my lap and looked up at me, her dark eyes wide
and glistening in the glow from the mast light.

"Very well, slave.  You're back on duty," I told her.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a small smile.

"Anything else?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Weeelllll, there is one more thing, Sir," she said, beginning to blush.

"What?"

"There is one thing I need almost as much as a Master."

"What's that?"

"Sir, this low girl reminds you that she did swear in your presence, and
that she is fully resigned to being taken sexually by yourself with no mercy
given as punishment for that crime."

I almost laughed, but managed to hold on to the role I was expected to play.
As I followed her below, I thought about my wife alone with Ben, and hoped
that the two of them were going to have as much fun as the two of us; after
all, with Ben gone, it was up to me to maintain this subbie's level of
discipline.

Duty called!

Part 28

So, I followed the beautiful, nude fianc e of my best friend below for some
very willing sex and bondage.

But I'm not going to tell you about it yet.

Instead, I'm going to tell you what was happening on the island.  I'll do
this now, for as things worked out, it doesn't seem right to tell you later.

Of course not being there myself, I can only tell you what I was told.  But
I think I have a pretty good grasp of what went on.

--==*==--

At the same time as Amy and I were heading below decks for our fun, my wife
Laura was having her own problems.

It had taken Ben almost no time at all to catch her, as I had expected.
Barefoot and totally unfamiliar with the terrain, she provided easy prey for
the big man, and it actually took him longer to haul his gear up to the
summit of the island than it took him to find and catch her.

Once she was caught, he quickly overpowered her, stripped and bound her, and
carried her over his shoulder up to his camp.

Laura was half scared to death and half loving it, getting into the role of
the escaped slave quite well.  She was also impressed by how well Ben was
playing his role.

Ben had put on a hood that looked like it had been pieced together with
scraps of leather and fur stripped directly from several different small
animals.  The hood completely took away his identity and Laura liked the new
persona that had emerged.

At least she did then.

After a while, she wasn't so sure.  By the time Amy and I were just
starting, Laura had been placed in a very strict bondage that taxed ever her
ability to take pain.

She had been in this painful position for a while now, and she knew that it
would only be a little while longer before her strength gave out and the
pain increased.

She wanted to sit back and take the pressure off her nipples, but to do so
would give her so much pain elsewhere that she just couldn't do it.

Laura had no idea that Ben was capable of putting her through such an
ordeal, and through her fog of pain she reassessed her relationship with
Amy, for Amy never mentioned anything like this before.

Laura felt a sting on her ass and jerked herself upright, not realizing that
she had sunk so low.  The jerk pulled hard on her nipples and she cried into
her gag once more.

'Just keep still,' she thought to herself, chewing on the large wad of cloth
in her mouth, the remains of the brief outfit she had been given, which was
now tied in place.

She had good cause to keep still.

Ben had bound her in a kneeling position, her legs wide and anchored to the
ground with four pegs to which her ankles and knees had been tied.

She knelt upright, her knees bent at ninety degrees, her arms outstretched
on either side of her and tied to two old metal rings in the rock face
behind her.  The knots were well out of her reach.  There was no way she
could use her arms to help hold her up; the way they were stretched, what
little leverage she had been able to gain from them was lost to the pain in
her shoulders long ago.

There was one more anchor point that in part did hold some of her body
weight.  Her hair.  Ben had braided a rope into Laura's waist-long hair and
tied the whole mess to the branch of a bush growing out of the rock above
her.  This caused Laura to hold her head very still, as the slightest
movement pulled terribly on her.  At first she wondered what was going to be
left of her hair, but after a short while like this, no longer cared.  There
were more important things to think about.

Like her nipples, for example.

Ben had clamped some rather large and powerful clips to each of her nipples
and attached cords to them.  This alone had Laura in tears, but Ben then ran
the cords over her shoulders and tied the other ends to her big toes,
pulling up very hard on her breasts.

Laura found that if she sank back on her feet, the pull on her tender
nipples got a lot easier, but she would also put a lot more strain on her
hair as her weight bent down the thick branch her hair was tethered to.

At the time though, this seemed a good trade off, but Ben wasn't finished
yet.

Wearing gloves, Ben created a large pile of some kind of plant between her
legs, filling the attractive triangle of her thighs and the ground without
actually touching her skin at all.

Good thing, too.

Without a word, Ben pulled one of the stems of these plants out and brushed
its leaves against the undersides of Laura's distended breasts.

Immediately Laura began screaming into her gag, for the baby soft skin felt
like it was being stung by a swarm of bees, and that was pretty much
accurate.  Ben had made a pile of stinging nettles under her, and Laura
realized that if she were to sink down, that pile would have unrestricted
contact with her spread open pussy and ass.

She couldn't contemplate how that would feel.

Ben left her alone and set about fixing up his camp.

Laura watched, fighting gravity and her own increasing pain, as Ben put up a
small tent and built a large bonfire.

Ben moved with purpose, rarely glancing at Laura, and she began to wonder
exactly what role he was playing.  He never said a word to her, and his
roughness was so different from the Ben she knew.

She was ashamed to say that it excited her at first, but now she was beyond
that.

As a distraction, she looked around the campsite and saw that they were
almost at the top of the island.  To one side and behind her was bare rock,
with deep fissures and scars.  It seemed to be a backdrop of sorts to what
was going on here.

She also saw a large rock shaped somewhat like a table, but couldn't be sure
in the fading light.

Eventually she didn't care about that either, just the pain throughout her
body and the promise of a lot more below her.

--==*==--

Ben was impressed so far with Laura's stamina.  Amy hadn't lasted this long
the first time she had undergone this treatment, but Laura had yet to fully
fall back, even though she'd had a couple of close moments.

Ben thought she would be ready for the next phase of his plan by the time he
finished all his preparations.

He looked forward to the next couple of days; a time Amy called his devil
days.  Now was the time he allowed himself to fully enjoy his deeper
sadistic streak, something he kept under lock and key the rest of the year.
He would still be careful, especially since this was a friend's wife and not
his own little Amy, but he would do things here that he couldn't do at any
other time.

He was almost ready.

Standing on the far side of the fire from his naked prey, Ben checked off
mentally that everything was done.

The small cave in the craggy rock face beside them was ready with a heavy
chain and manacle set waiting for Laura, for those brief rest periods she
would get from time to time.

The stone altar, carved centuries ago by people unknown, was ready with
ropes attached to its four corners in anticipation of a victim.  He wasn't
going to really sacrifice her, but he knew how to make her THINK he was.

On the far side of the clearing was a pit; normally filled with sand, it had
been emptied in preparation for the time when he planned on burying her up
to her neck.

Last but not least were all the toys he had brought; implements of pleasure,
and of pain.

Yes, he was ready to begin.

The way he moved, the way he appeared to my frightened wife, was only
partially a role.  Ben had tapped into the Dom equivalent of subspace.  A
place where he felt like a king, invincible, full of power and control.  A
place where we as Doms rarely get to go.  For we fear, not of losing
control, but of not remembering right from wrong anymore.

It's hard to explain unless you've been there.

It's where the inner Demon rules.

--==*==--

Laura watched him coming, his eyes invisible, hidden deep in the mask he
wore.  Laura saw only his almost naked body, his strength clearly evident in
the rippling muscles highlighted by the firelight.

His movements were full of menace, and Laura found herself moaning at his
approach, struggling at her bonds.  She was afraid of what he was going to
do to her, and afraid of her response.

Ben stood before her, looking down at the blond naked beauty before him, and
under his mask he smiled.

He dropped to one knee and slowly ran his right hand around her body.  If
there was a relaxed muscle anywhere on her, he couldn't find it.  Her entire
body was locked in the battle to keep her most sensitive areas away from the
nettles, and the strain was making her sweat, giving her skin a glow that
made it very beautiful.

Ben reached for that sweet spot between her legs and smiled as Laura moaned.
He was amused to find out that even those muscles had tightened up.

Well, he knew how to loosen them.

Pulling on a glove, Ben picked up a nettle stem.  Laura's eyes grew wide and
she began pleading behind her gag.

Ben added another stem and another until he held in his hand a large bunch
of the pain inducing leaves.

Almost casually, he brushed them across Laura's unprotected belly, and she
jerked back in shock, sitting in the pile that was still between her legs.
Screaming, she bolted back up, trying to catch her breath as the harsh
stingers dumped their poison on her.

After a few minutes, the worst of the pain was over, leaving a burn that she
could feel on her stomach, inner thighs, and butt.  Miraculously, her pussy
had escaped attention, but Laura wondered how long that would last.

Ben watched Laura carefully, noting her breathing and watching for signs
that she might pass out.

He knew the nettles hurt, he had tested them on himself long before using
them on Amy, so he knew that the worst they would do was cause a lot of
short term pain and raise some ugly welts.  The welts would last a few hours
only, and the burning just a couple of days.

Laura would suffer, but not much more than the after affects of an erotic
whipping.

Slowly, Ben kept brushing her skin with the nettles, making Laura jump and
squirm, crying into her gag.  A number of times she sat back, brushing her
buttocks against the pile beneath her and jumping back up.  Welts began to
appear on her skin in those places where she had received multiple stings,
and the rest of her skin was red from the reaction of the poison.

Methodically, Ben began whipping her, generating a scream from my wife with
every strike.  He whipped her breasts, her thighs and arms, and her
unprotected belly.

He saw that Laura's sex had opened up, her labia erect and drenched with her
juices.  Ben grinned.  Amy had told him that Laura used pain as an
aphrodisiac, and it looked like it was true!

He stopped whipping and gave his prisoner a few minutes to catch her breath.
As he stood and watched her, she lifted her head slightly, breathing hard
through her nose.  For a second she looked into his eyes, then lowered her
head again.

Laura then moaned once, a long drawn out sound filled with frustration and
need, and in her strict position actually managed to thrust her hips out at
him.

--==*==--

Laura wasn't Laura anymore.  The rational part of her mind had retreated to
a safe distance to watch what was happening.  Most of her impressions of the
time were formed afterward, once she had time to think about them, but at
the time all that was left was the pain, a pain that generated a naked lust
in her that was driving her mad.

Laura and I have talked about this, and she wonders why she was built that
way.  Why was the line between pain and pleasure so blurred to her?

She doesn't know now, and she was in no shape to think about it then,
although she did remember thinking how degraded she felt about begging for
sex after being tortured like this.

The part of her mind that could still ask those questions was horrified when
her body thrust itself at the man in the mask.

It was a blatant expression of submissive need, of her acknowledgment of his
domination of her, and how she had been reduced to nothing but a vessel for
their lust.

It was one of Laura's lowest, and highest points of her submissive life.

--==*==--

Ben stood watching as the naked woman, covered in painful welts, offered her
body to him.  He was hard and ready to take her, but there was one thing
left to do.

He ripped off his loin cloth and tied it about her head, blinding those blue
eyes of hers.

Then he whipped her hard between the legs with the nettles on his hand,
striking the stinging leaves directly against her open labia.

The affect on Laura was instantaneous.  She began to buck and scream, and
Ben watched as the woman began to orgasm, her pussy muscles visibly
contracting.

With a knife worn at his side, Ben cut all the ropes that held her legs
down, and lifted the woman up by the knees, her feet still attached to her
nipples by the cords over her shoulders.

He adjusted his grip on her until he held her by the hips, her body pulled
away from the rock face and still bound to it by her arms and hair, then he
plunged his manhood into her gaping sex, making her scream at the speed of
his insertion.

This could have been incredibly painful for Ben had he not prepared earlier
by putting a condom on himself, but he still suffered a little as his balls
and groin made contact with the sap on her skin.  Ben didn't care though, he
was riding a wildcat that threatened to suck him deep within her as she had
yet another orgasm due to his entry.

Ben himself came almost immediately, his dick no match for the stimulation
of her pain-spasmed cunt.

It was as he was cumming, that out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the
explosion.

--==*==--

Ben immediately turned his head, his eyes locking onto the bright flash of
yellow.  Yet his body was following a different leader and there was no way
he was going to gain much control until it was done.  As his own orgasm
slowly died, Ben's mind figured out that the yellow glow of fire he could
see in the distance came from the small cove where the 'Kajira' was
anchored.

His thoughts were immediately filled with concern for Amy, and he almost
dropped my wife as he pulled out of her.

Laura was shattered, still going through aftershocks of the intense orgasms
she had been having, yet she couldn't collapse as she most wanted to do, her
bondage wouldn't allow it.

She was back in her kneeling position, although this time she could close
her legs.  But this was not much of a plus for her as it meant kneeling on
the bed of nettles.

Ben heard her screaming, and his confused mind, still pulling itself out of
Domspace, saw what was happening.  He cut the ropes that held her to the
rock face and lifted Laura clear.

Looking back at the fire at the other end of the island, he knew he had to
go see what was happening.  It could have been something innocent but he
doubted it.  Yet what to do about Laura?

Not really knowing why, Ben took a few seconds to tie her into a hog-tie
before starting back to the boat.  He figured that there was no reason for
her adventure to end unless it had to, unless there was something really
wrong.

Picking up speed as he went, Ben ran down the hillside.  In the dark, he
managed to avoid tripping over anything or running smack into any trees,
although he did suffer a few cuts from thin branches whipping at him.

Much sooner than he figured, yet seeming longer than it was, Ben hit the
beach and stopped dead.

Out in the cove were the burning remains of the 'Kajira', sinking into the
black water.

"AMY!" he yelled, racing for the water, and he witnessed the fires aboard
his boat being finally put out as the 'Kajira' disappeared below the waves.

Part 29

I was having fun with candles.

It's amazing what a bit of hot wax can do, when dripped onto bare skin.
Depending on how high you let it drip, or what particular bit of skin you
drip it on, the effects can be anything from a surprised jump to a harsh cry
of pain.

Personally, I was aiming somewhere in the middle, not that I was using the
wax on myself.  Oh no, I already had a semi-willing victim for that.

Amy lay stretched out for me on the big table where we usually ate.  She was
stretched out not because she was being obliging, but because I'd tied her
that way.

Her legs were spread wide and bound to two handy rings in the ceiling; rings
that not only pulled her legs apart but also pulled them back so her butt
was lifted off the table.

Her arms were bound to either side of her; the ropes leading to the far side
of the table so she didn't slide upwards.

More rope wound about her body, locking it into place.

Her head was on the aisle side of the table, which was where I stood, and
from my angle, this gave me an excellent view of all three of her holes.

Only one of them could be seen right now, although all three were occupied.

Her mouth I had filled with her pump gag, filling it tightly with rubber and
air, making Amy look like a well-tanned chipmunk.  The pump gag was
unnecessarily held in place by a head harness to which a ring gag had been
attached.  I could, and had already, pull out the gag and have her lovely
mouth all ready for use, replacing the pump gag once I was finished.  The
back of her head harness had a rope tied to it that was stretched under the
table, pulling it back so her face was pointed straight at me.  This angle
opened up her throat, allowing her to deep throat me with no resistance
whatsoever.  It's amazing what you pick up in CPR class.

In her ass was a short, slender candle that had been burning for a while,
its wax sliding down the candle to coat the rim of her asshole and fill the
crack of her behind.  Her pussy was also thus occupied, but with a thicker,
longer candle.  The angle she was bent at tipped the candle in her pussy so
that it was held over her tits, dripping its wax directly on her cleavage.
It took me a little bit of rope adjusting to get the right angle, but I was
proud of it.

To coat the rest of her breasts and her vulnerable pussy, I had lots of
other candles, which I slowly burned down one after the other.

Amy's body was thick with wax.  This was no halfhearted job with spots of
wax here and there; on this girl were wax ridges a half-inch deep in places.

Her breasts were cupped in an inordinate amount of wax, and her pussy had
disappeared completely.  Only the candle sticking out of it showed where it
was.

Well, that and the vibrator.

It had taken a little patience and some harsh commands to my victim to stop
wriggling, but I had succeeded in trapping against her clit a small
vibrator, which was now switched on.

Buried in the wax, this vibrator provided a much more insistent torment than
the wax I was still dripping on her.  I doubted that she could even feel the
new wax as it went on anymore, but she was certainly feeling the vibrator.

She was also probably beginning to feel the heat of the candle in her butt
as well.  It was burning awfully low and the little yellow flame actually
was sitting between her golden cheeks.

She looked great, and from the faint sounds coming from her, she must have
felt good too.  In fact, I got a good idea how she felt when she suddenly
started bucking in her restraints and screaming into her gag.  She wasn't
being burned by anything, so I figured she was finally cumming.

Good for her.

I deflated the gag and pulled it out, replacing it with my hard on, which
hadn't gone down all evening.

Her mouth felt wonderful, and with a slight push I managed to deep throat
her once more.

This would be my second time tonight, and I worked her slowly, pulling out a
little further from time to time in order to let her take a breath.  My
speed was more for my benefit than for hers, I didn't want to cum too early.

As I stood slowly thrusting into her, I dripped wax on the soles of her
feet, making her toes curl up and her hands turn into fists.  Whenever I
pulled out so she could breath, she screamed softly and I wondered how it
felt.  As I did both feet equally, I wondered how she would walk after this.

She began to cum again, and this time I couldn't stop myself either.  I
pumped sperm directly into her stomach as the orgasm flowed though me, a
purely cosmic event.

Once through, I fell back laughing, weak at the knees, and very happy.  I
collapsed in the navigation station behind me and admired the wax-covered
nymph in front of me.

Amy of course remained in position, as she would until I decided to release
her, and her upside-down face watched me with an exhausted expression as she
came down from her own orgasm.

I considered letting her up, giving her a break.  She had been there for
some time now, but she looked so good.

I decided on one more orgasm for both of us.

There were several thumps on the deck above our heads, and I wondered if Ben
had come aboard.  I also thought it might be Laura, coming back to the boat
to escape her hunter.

Pleasantly tired, I left Amy alone and went up to see, only to find myself
looking straight into a gun barrel.

To say it was a shock was an understatement; my legs turned to jelly and my
heart began to race.  I think I looked up to see who was holding the gun,
but all I remember from that first moment was the huge size of the barrel
pointed at my head.

"What...?" I tried to say.

Hands grabbed my arms and I was hauled out of the stairwell onto the deck.
There were several men aboard, some of which went below.  I heard a
surprised scream from my bound playmate, and I was suddenly afraid for Amy,
helpless in the vulnerable position I had left her in.

"Who...?" I said.  It was all I got out.  One of the men holding me cracked
me over the head with his gun.

I staggered back, red splotches in my vision, until I stood against the
transom.  A part of me was aware that I was nude amongst all these men, but
a bigger part was concerned about Amy, whom I could hear still screaming
below.

"Hey!" I said, and was hit again.  They evidently didn't want me talking.

One of the men that went below came back up to talk to another one.  He
whispered, but I caught part of the reply, something about two women
supposed to be here.

I was noticing details now as the pain in my head receded.

All the men were dressed in black, not in uniform, but they might as well
have been.  They all wore ski masks, incredible for anyone in the tropics,
and they all to a man carried Uzi machine pistols.  Watch as many action
flicks as I do and you tend to be able to recognize them when you see them.

I got a partial look at their boat.  Low and painted black, it gave the
impression of hovering next to us rather than floating.  It looked fast and
mean, just like the men it carried, and even the sound of its engines was
deep and evil.

Were these the pirates Ben had warned me about earlier in our trip, or were
they the same men that had come for Kiri?

Somehow, I doubted either.

The two talking men separated, one heading below again, where I could hear
Amy crying and what sounded like her struggling with the men below.

The other man did something quite unexpected; he casually pointed his gun at
me and fired.

I had caught the movement, and free of the men that had held me, I was able
to raise my arms.  I felt a blow on my hip, one of my half raised arms, and
the side of my head as the thunder of his weapon echoed about me.

Totally lost, I fell backwards, pushed over by the impact of the bullets,
tumbling into the water behind the boat.

I remember panicking as the water closed over me, no pain yet, but a
definite sense that something was wrong, and a detached part of my mind
calling out for my wife, Laura.

Which way was up?

I kicked with one leg, the other useless, paddling with both arms in the
black ocean water.

No air, my lungs burning.

The blackness impossibly growing darker.

Sand beneath my bare feet.

Air, finally, and light.

I looked back, drawn to the light, to see the 'Kajira' out in the cove,
black figures lifting a nude figure from one boat to the other while others
piled out from below.  In seconds, the black boat accelerated out of the
light and flames begin to consume our sea-going home.

My vision turned red as the pain from my wounds increased ten-fold, and the
last thing I remember was the sound of the boat exploding behind me as I was
washed ashore by the incoming tide.

--==*==--





















I wake up slowly, clawing my way toward the light.

There's something in my nose; it smells of plastic and dry air.

There's a dull throb of pain in my arm and hip, while my head feels like a
stake has been shoved into it.  I try to raise my good right arm, but it
feels too heavy.

Cracking my eyes open, I make out a florescent light and a white ceiling,
then the face of a woman I felt sure I should be able to place.

She looks concerned as she leans over me.

I wonder why.

Sleep reclaims me.

--==*==--







I wake to still more pain; someone, take the pain away.

I lift my arm easily now and feel the bandages around my head.  I want to
pull them away and stop the pain, but a hand stops me.

I open my eyes to see the same female face I saw before.  This time I know
her.

Laura, my wife.

"You're awake, Sweety!" she's saying from down some deep tunnel.  "Can you
hear me?"  She looks so upset, so...strange.

As I fall back asleep, my mind locks on why she looks strange, then I
realize what it is.  I go to sleep with a smile on my face, for I realize
that what is strange is that she is completely dressed, and images of her,
naked, accompany me back to dreamland.

--==*==--





Waking up this time, the pain in my head was a dull memory; in fact,
everything was dull, I felt somewhat disjointed.

Yet there is clarity I didn't have before, and I am actually able to keep my
eyes open this time.

I am in a hospital room, that much is certain, and I look about for my wife
but see Ben instead.

He is slouched in a chair nearby, and with a start, he wakes up.

"Hey!" I say, and am shocked at how weak my voice is.

Ben stares at me; he looks terrible.  His face hasn't been shaved in what
must be days, and his clothes are rumpled.

"Don, you there now?" he asks.

"I hope so," I reply, after a little thought.

Ben stands and walks over to me, leaning across me like the sky itself.

"Don, what happened?  Where's Amy?  Is she dead?" he asks urgently, and my
slow mind wonders when he had last had some decent sleep.

"What?" is all I can manage.

"Where is she, you bastard!  What happened to her?"

"Amy?" I say, feeling the familiar fatigue overcoming me again.

"God damn it, Don!" Ben swears, taking my shirt in one hand and shaking me.

I manage one more word before blackness comes back, a word generated by the
memories of what happened, a word I hoped would make him stop shaking me.

"Alive."

--==*==--

"Are you done with the questions now?" I ask the big black detective who had
been taking up my time the last hour or so.

Waking up this time, I had been in the company of a nurse, who fetched a
very young looking doctor to see to me.  While sidestepping my request to
see my wife, he gave me a brief examination and then told me I had been
shot.

Stifling a bitter retort, I listened as he explained how one bullet had
drilled a hole clean through the pelvic bone on my left side, and how
another bullet had apparently ricocheted off my left arm and carved a groove
along the left side of my head.  That ricochet had probably saved my life.

When pressed about my wife, he said instead that I had to talk to a Nassau
detective first, as that was where I was brought.  So an hour later,
Detective Helmut Gries showed up with his little notebook, and for the next
hour made me repeat my story five times.

"Yes, Sir, I think we're done now," he says in his thick island accent.
When I first heard his name, I almost laughed.  The image and the voice
didn't at all match the German sounding name.

"Great!  Then can I see my wife now?"  I ask testily.

Gries scowls at me.  "You are a lucky man, and your woman knows it, but she
has been through a lot while you lay here sleeping.  You had better show her
a little compassion!"

I am very surprised at that.  So surprised that Gries is able to leave the
room without my replying.

A moment later Laura enters, followed by Ben.

Laura is all over me, touching me and being her wonderful loving self.  I
can see the worry in her eyes begin to fade away now that we were close
again.  Her love feels so good, and my own anger melts as she fusses.

Ben, however, still looks like a dark cloud is over him, and I can't blame
him.  He looks like he has made an effort to clean himself up, but he still
looks like shit.

He stands by the window and watches us until Laura begins to settle down.

"So," he says after a bit, "You going to tell us what happened?"  His voice
is flat, emotionless.

Laura sits on my bed next to me, and I tell them what I told the detective
about the men in black and their black boat.

What I hadn't told the detective was what Amy and I were doing when they
boarded, and something tells me to gloss over those details with Ben.

He doesn't look impressed with my story.

"Are you sure you saw them take her?" he asks, and I detect a little hope in
his question.

"Yes, Ben.  I'm sure.  They took her and blew up the boat.  If Laura had
been there, I think they would have taken her too, and if you had been
there, they probably would have shot you as well.  It was the women they
wanted."

Ben sighs.  "And you didn't do anything?"

"What could I do, Ben?  I was surrounded by guys with very heavy armory!"

"You could have tried...something," Ben says, collapsing into the chair I
had seen him in earlier.

He looks at the floor, lost in thought.  I turn to my wife.

"How have you been keeping up?" I ask her.

Laura glances at Ben.  "I've...I'm okay.  It helped, knowing that you were
here, being able to watch you sleep.  And Ben...well, he helped too in a
way.  But not knowing about Amy, it's been tough on both of us.  The last
five days..."

"FIVE DAYS!" I yell.  I had no idea I was out for so long.

"Yes, Don.  It's been almost a week."

God, I think, what is happening to Amy?  How has she been coping the last
five days?  Ben must be thinking the same thing.

"She could be anywhere in the world by now," he says.

"Why shouldn't she be nearby?" I ask.

"Your men in black, their tactics, they don't sound local to me."

"What?" I ask him.

He shook his head.

"Don," my wife says, "Ben saved your life you know.  If he hadn't had his
cell phone with him, we'd all still be on that island."

"That's how you got me off?" I ask her.

Laura tells me how she had known nothing about what was happening until Ben
untied her, and half dragged, half carried her back to the cove, where he
had found me bleeding on the beach.

My wife, a nurse, saw though the haze of her recent torture that I was
slowly bleeding to death, and got Ben organized as far as plugging my wounds
with the little they had available.

Then Ben directed her to where he had hidden his phone, and standing at the
top of the island, she was just able to make contact with a cell and call
for help.

An hour later, a floatplane was there, and I was loaded aboard for the long
flight to Nassau.

While I was patched up and left to recover, Ben and Laura stayed together
for mutual comfort.

"Thanks, Ben," I say to him, after giving my wife a more intimate thanks
with a kiss.

Ben stands up.

"Don, you've cost me the most precious thing I've ever had, and it's going
to be a while before I can forgive you for that, if ever..."

"What?" I say, confused.  Didn't I just tell him I couldn't do anything?

"...I don't think the local police will ever get to the bottom of this, but
I know some people who will be able to help.  They say they know an
investigator who is well suited to go after crimes committed in our world.
In fact, she may already be on the case.

"The thing is, while I now have hope that Amy will come back, I can't help
feeling cheated about how I have lost so much while you have
lost...nothing."

"Ben, I feel for Amy as much as you do!  Of course I've lost something..."
I say but he cuts me off.

"Bullshit, Don.  You don't know the half of it!  Laura, show him."

Laura pales, and slides off the bed.  With a glance at the door, she grabs
the hem of the sensible skirt she is wearing and lifts it high.  Under the
skirt, I see she is wearing a chastity belt.  A rather well built chastity
belt that fits her body like a second skin.

"What's going on, Ben?" I ask him.

Ben pulls the chain he wears around his neck from under his shirt.  On it is
usually just the Master key to all his bondage toys, but now there is a
rather strange looking circular key.

"You get Laura back, when I get Amy," he says.  Despite my pleas, he leaves
the room without another word.

"What does he mean, I get you back?" I ask Laura, afraid that he is going to
take her with him.

"Don't worry, Don.  I'm not going anywhere; it's just that until we can
convince him otherwise, I'm trapped in this contraption."

"He can't be serious!" I say angrily.  Why is he being so pig headed?

"He is, Sir.  I know that if you really wanted to, you could find a way to
get this off me.  But listen to me, Don."  She takes my shoulders and makes
sure she has my full attention.

"I know what he's going through, and why I have to wear this belt.  If you
do take it off me, it'll mean the end of our friendship with Ben...and
Amy...and I DON'T WANT THAT!"

I stare her down, surprised at her sudden passion.  "What if I take it off
you anyway?" I say.

Laura's expression changes slowly, to one of sadness and great pity.  "Then
I'll do what I have to, to salvage my relationship with them."  She lets go
of me and moves to the door.

"Don't go!" I say to her, needing her last statement explained.

"You need to rest for a while," she says to me.  Then she pauses just as she
reaches the door.  "You know...Sir...you really should have tried to do
SOMETHING!"

Mouth open in shock, I watch my wife leave the room and see that Ben is
wrong.

I HAVE lost something after all.



The End of this Story.

Or is it the beginning of another one?


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