I slept well that night, snuggled tightly against the warm soft flesh of my wife. I lay spoon fashion with her, tucked in behind so I could reach around her. I had one of her breasts cupped in my hand, it’s weight comforting and it’s softness soothing. I was quite content to just lay there forever, listening to the sound of my loved one breathing as she slept.
How I lived without her before we met, I don’t know. Some would say I hadn’t really lived at all, and I would agree. Laura was my life, my reason for being.
I kissed the back of her neck through her hair and let the boat rock me to sleep.
The next morning we left the cove, the ‘DreamBoat’ already stolen away in the night.
Under sail we made good time and Ben and I watched as our women completed their morning duties with their natural grace.
Ben had been impressed with Laura’s rope bondage the night before, and Amy had a lot of questions about the nude party, so we hadn’t got to bed until quite late. This meant for a late departure in the morning, but no one was especially concerned about it.
The plan was to sail to a neighboring island where there was a town. We weren’t going to be shaking civilization quite yet.
As the ‘Kajira’ sped across the water, I couldn’t help glancing at Ben as he stood at the helm. Dressed only in a pair of shorts he smoked his pipe as he drove the boat. To me he looked a little distracted, but at the time I didn’t know why.
I would have gone over to ask him, but he didn’t look like he was in the mood to talk about such things. So instead I watched the ladies go about their work.
I especially loved watching Laura, for I had been inspired by last nights rope bondage. In addition to her normal cleaning bondage my wife also had to deal with a creation of my own.
I had taken the brown corse ropes that the Japanese rope master had put on her and created a body harness that wound up and down each of her limbs. Both her arms and legs were crossed many times with rope that pulled and tugged as she moved. Her torso was also wrapped, with rope twisted about her breasts and pulled tightly through her crotch.
Every move she made tugged at something or generated a friction somewhere. From where I was across the boat I could see that the rope issuing from the folds of her pussy had been stained dark by her secretions.
As I watched she would occasionally pause and shudder a bit as the sensations became too much for her, then she would look around to see if anyone had spotted her, invariably catching me watching her. She would blush, and smile, but she never quite lost the slight look of desperation on her face. I could tell she wondered just how much of this she was going to have to endure.
Not much more if the state of my arousal was anything to go by. I was ready to throw her down on the deck and take her right there!
In fact I was seriously considering doing just that when Amy screamed!
Amy had just opened the port rope locker, a chest like affair just aft of the foredeck and now she stood back against the railings, one arm thrown across her chest. It was obvious she had seen something that shocked her and what ever it was it was inside the locker.
I headed forward, glancing back at Ben who was busy locking the helm down so he could come forward too.
When I got to the still open locker I looked inside and saw what had startled Amy.
There was someone in the locker.
It was a girl, or young woman, I couldn’t tell how old with her body curled up tightly as she had to be to fit in the locker. I could tell she was female though because she was completely naked.
Well, not completely. She had on a leather mask that covered her eyes and nose, a mask that was locked on with a tiny padlock. She also wore a very thin metal collar about her neck, visible only because her hair was so short.
I recognized her instantly, it was the girl from last night.
She was fast asleep in the locker, her sudden exposure and Amy’s scream doing nothing to wake her. I reached down and touched her neck, she was warm and breathing, and I wondered how air tight the locker was and if she was suffering from lack of oxygen.
Ben came up beside me and stared into the locker.
"She’s from the party." I told him.
"You know her?" he asked.
"It’s the girl I told you about, the one who showed up at the bench."
Ben’s expression was dark, but thoughtful. He looked up at the women.
Amy was still at the rail behind us, breathing hard but a little more relaxed. Laura was across the deck, looking puzzled and a little uncertain through her arousal.
"You okay Amy?" Ben asked his companion.
"Yes, Sir."
Ben took off the chain he wore with his master key on it, and handed it to her. "Go below, take Laura with you. Clear the single berth and then remove all your bondage, both of you. Find something to wear, your swimsuits, and something for this girl and put it in the single berth. Then the pair of you will stay in our room!"
"Yes, Sir." Amy said, taking in his orders and looking a little better for it.
"No playing, no talking, watch a video or something." he added.
Amy nodded and she began shuffling toward the stern.
I looked up at Laura whom I could see wanted to speak. I gestured for her to follow her friend, and with a reluctant look she did so.
"Let’s get her out." Ben said to me.
It was a tight fit for this girl, and I wondered how long she had been trapped in the box. I say trapped because the latch closes automatically when the lid is shut, there is no way to undo it from the inside.
I have to say that it was odd handling this nude young woman. As much as I have looked at other women since my marriage the only woman other than my wife I have actually touched in that state was Amy. With Amy there had at least been an implied consent through Ben, but here there was nothing. I helped to pull her out and we unfolded her gently on the deck before getting a better grip on her for the trip below.
As she lay there I couldn’t help noticing how lovely she was. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find her attractive.
I shook that thought out of my head and we carried her below.
We lay her on the bunk in the single berth cabin, a men’s shirt already waiting. Of the stuff that was stored in here and the women there was no sign.
As we lay her down she began to stir, I hoped she was waking up.
I took her masked face in my hand and turned it toward me. Behind the mask her eyes opened slowly, I saw they were green.
She looked startled for a moment, her eyes darting from me to Ben and back. She was lying on her back and she brought her arms up but curiously didn’t attempt to cover herself.
"You okay?" I asked dumbly.
She nodded, staring at me.
"Hi, I’m Don, remember me from the party?" I said gently in an effort to calm her.
The girl nodded again and did relax a little, although now she was staring at Ben.
"That’s Ben." I told her. "This is his boat, he’s the captain."
"You’re not in charge?" she whispered.
"No, Ben has the final word." I said.
The girl stared at Ben, assessing him I thought.
"Can you tell us who you are and why you were in our rope locker?" I asked her.
"You’re not taking me back are you?" she asked, reaching up and gripping my arm.
"Why shouldn’t we take you back? You did come aboard uninvited." Ben said from the foot of the bunk where he stood.
"Please..." said the girl, some genuine terror in her eyes now. "Please don’t take me back. I’ll never get away again!"
The three of us were now sitting in the booth, a cup of hot chocolate in front of our visitor.
She was also wearing the shirt we had given her, but it looked wrong on her some how.
When we handed it to her she just held it until we told her to put it on. She looked surprised, but did as we asked, looking very awkward as she did so. She didn’t button it up, she just held the front closed with one hand.
It was still unbuttoned and I couldn’t help seeing one tan breast through the opening from where I sat. It was distracting.
She smelled the hot chocolate before she drank it, like it was her first time trying it. From the smile she gave us I could have believed it was.
She was a very curious person.
"Let’s start at the beginning shall we?" I said, looking over at Ben who had decided that I should do all the talking. He just watched us and kept an eye on the radar and auto pilot from where he sat.
"What’s your name?" I asked her.
"Bitch." she said.
"What?"
"Bitch, they call me Bitch. My full name is Cunt Sucking Bitch but they use Bitch for short." Her voice was tiny, but I could still detect her island accent. Who ever she was she was local.
"That’s not a name." I said to her.
"It’s...what they call me."
"You must have a real name."
She sighed, and looked at her chocolate. "I...I used to be called...Kiri, when I was just a little girl."
"Kiri, that’s a nice name. Can we call you Kiri?"
She looked unsure, but eventually nodded.
"Who called you Bitch, Kiri?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"It’s okay, you can tell us."
"You’ll take me back."
"Why don’t you want to be taken back?"
She looked straight at me, a hardness suddenly in her eyes. "Would you want to be taken back to someone who called you a cunt sucking bitch all the time!"
I sat back, a little stunned. Kiri looked back at her drink. "Sorry, Sir." she whispered.
I leaned forward again and she flinched, almost spilling her drink.
"It’s okay, I wont hurt you." I said.
She didn’t look at me.
"Kiri, did they hurt you?"
Slowly, she nodded.
"How long did they hurt you, Kiri?"
"Since I was small, since mummy sold me."
"Your Mother sold you?" I said, not quite believing her.
Kiri nodded.
"I don’t believe you, Kiri."
She stiffened up and looked up at both of us, ready to run I thought. "It’s true, please believe me, Sir!"
"People don’t really sell each other, especially mothers selling their daughters."
"Mummy...sold me to a man that said he could provide for me better than she could. I didn’t want to go but she made me. It was so long ago but I still remember."
"How long ago was it?"
Her face scrunched up in thought. "Eighteen years, maybe."
"How old were you when you were taken?"
"Four."
Now I really was stunned. Could it be true?
Ben stared at me, his expression shocked. He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged in reply. I didn’t know if I believed her either.
"Kiri, did they take you...for any particular reason?"
Kiri began an unbelievable tale of how she was raised with other girls of various ages, taught to read and write but given no other education except for how to give sexual pleasure.
She spoke haltingly about how she hadn’t worn any clothing since she was bought and how the many men and women who raised her used that nudity to train her. She touched briefly on how when she was old enough she was lent out to other men and women for sexual purposes and returned to the island she was raised on...kept a prisoner on.
So many people.
Ben and I listened, absolutely stunned. I grew quite sick at the thought of this child, a woman physically yet a child emotionally, being abused like that.
It was almost beyond belief.
When she was done, a verbal diarrhea that I think surprised even her, she just sat and looked down at her cup.
"Kiri, how did you get away?" I asked.
"I was at the party with a woman. She, like all the others made sure I couldn’t get away by keeping me on a chain. But she wanted to have some fun without me so she let someone else look after me. When that man was done he left me unchained and wondered off." She looked up at my face. "For the first time in years I was alone. I...stayed where I was for hours, thinking that if I moved I would get into trouble. But then after a while I grew really hungry and went to find some food. After that I just kept walking around looking for my...Mistress.
Then I saw you and what you were doing to...Laura. She was...happy. I had never seen anyone look so happy getting spanked like that. It was like she wanted it and didn’t see it as a punishment at all. Then I looked at you. I saw on your face such an expression of love for her that it took my breath away.
There was no guile, no greed, no lust like I see in your eyes right now," I began to color, "no anger or suspicion as I see in Captain Ben’s eyes," Ben just watched her passively, his arms folded in front of him. "just love, love for her. I wondered if you were just pretending, how could you really do what you appeared to be doing and still show such love. I had to see, I had to find out if she was really getting spanked, Master."
"I’m not your Master, Kiri. No one is any more." I told her.
She took a deep breath. "Sorry...Don."
"Go on with your story."
"Yes. I just asked you if you were from the boat out if curiosity, I didn’t think you were actually from one. When I left you all I could think of was how happy your woman looked and how happy you were to be with her.
You...hadn’t been treating her any differently than a lot of the ways I have been treated, yet she was with you willingly and I could see that she loved what you were doing.
I followed you out of the party and watched when the small boat took you away.
I...er...couldn’t stay. I couldn’t go back. I decided to swim out to your boat, but I had to get up the nerve to leave." She took a big swig of what was left of her chocolate and slowly wiped away the chocolate mustache it had given her. "I sat on the beach for hours, scared to go back and scared to go on. I kept expecting Mistress to come charging up to me, screaming about how I had escaped and how she would punish me. I also kept seeing Laura’s eyes, and her bliss.
Before I knew it I was in the water."
I swam hard until I reached your boat, it was an easy swim, it’s one thing I do very well.
I climbed aboard and got scared again. What if you just sent me back to shore again!
I debated knocking on the door for a long time, but I knew I couldn’t swim back nor could I risk you taking me back so soon. So I found a hiding place and got stuck. I didn’t know it was going to lock me in. It wasn’t bad at first but it got harder to breath and...that’s all I remember."
Kiri smiled at me and I knew we were in trouble.
Ben and I were sitting alone at the stern, the sail down, the boat drifting with the ocean currents. No land was in sight, but Ben had mentioned that it was just over the horizon.
We had just got done telling our women what Kiri had told us, and, after looking at us like we were idiots for leaving her alone, they both went below to comfort her.
It was typical behavior for both women, they were the kind of people that would bring in a bird with a broken wing and nurse it back to health.
"So." I said, staring at the horizon.
"So." Ben replied, into his second pipe of the day.
"What do we do now?"
Ben shrugged. "That depends on if you believe her story."
"Do you?" I asked.
"I wouldn’t want to risk it not being true." he said after a good think.
"I think she’s telling the truth." I admitted.
Ben shrugged and got up, pacing the deck.
"Ben, what’s bugging you? Ever since the party you’ve been withdrawn, even for you."
He looked over at me, a serious expression on his face. "Business." he said.
I didn’t buy it, he was supposed to be vacationing from business, a promise made to Amy that he wouldn’t make any calls to do with it.
We stayed silent for a little while.
"Maybe we should pass her on to the local constabulary!" I said.
"No, that would be a very bad idea." Ben replied.
"Why?"
"You heard her. Her accent tells us she’s local. Her story tells us that what ever has been going on has been operating for years. Something that well dug in has to have an ear or two in the local law. If we pass her on, she may wind up right back where she was running from."
"If we believe her story!" I said.
"Yeah, if it’s true."
"So what do we do then, keep her with us for the rest of our cruise?"
Ben chuckled. "I don’t see the womenfolk letting us do that do you? They feel sorry for her right now, but just wait. That young lady just oozes sex, it’s not her fault it was how she was brought up. But soon Amy and Laura will not be able to help themselves wondering if the girl isn’t dispensing favors. I know it seems unlikely, but it’s true. Keeping her with us will only cause problems."
"What then, drop her off on an island somewhere?"
"No. I have a better idea." It couldn’t have been a good idea, he didn’t seem all that thrilled by it.
"What?"
"I...met some men aboard the ‘DreamBoat’, who could help us. I’ll give them a call."
"What men?"
Ben shook his head and went below, to use his cell phone as I later found out.
Twenty minutes later the sail was raised again and we continued on our way with Ben at the helm. He refused to say anything more about the ‘DreamBoat’ except that we would be meeting up with it in a couple of days to transfer Kiri to it.
It was an hour before we saw the women again, all three came up from below. Amy and Laura were in their red bikinis and Kiri still wore her shirt. She also still had on her mask.
She stood between the two women, looking around with a smile. All three of them were smiling which was a good sign.
"Sir, can we go sit on the foredeck?" Amy asked Ben.
Ben nodded and the women began to move.
"Wait." I said. "Kiri, would you like us to take that mask off your face?"
"Yes, Sir. I have had it on for several days now and it itches."
"I’ll meet you on the foredeck."
I went below and found the tool box, digging out the bolt cutters that Ben had used on some of my locks. I brought it up on deck.
The women were on the foredeck, Amy lying flat on the deck on a towel she had brought up, Laura and Kiri on the deck chairs side by side.
I approached them and showed them the tool in my hands (the bolt cutters you perverts).
Laura whispered to Kiri and the girl turned her head so that the lock was visible.
As I cut through it I wondered what had been said between these three women, they seemed obviously at ease with each other.
The hasp snapped and I lifted it away from the mask before removing the mask itself.
Kiri looked up at me and I have to say I wasn’t disappointed.
I glanced over at Laura who was giving me an appraising look.
"Feel better?" I asked, but who was I asking.
Kiri raised a hand and rubbed her face. Her skin held an imprint of the mask, but I figured it would fade in a short while.
"Yes, Sir." she said, smiling. "Thank you."
"You don’t have to call me Sir." I said to her.
"But Sir, Laura and Amy explained to me how you and Captain Ben rule as their Masters. It is not for me to call you by name."
"Amy and Laura have given themselves to us by their own choice, and Ben and I have gladly accepted the responsibility of being their Masters. But you had no choice, and we hold no position over you. You’re a free woman, never having to suffer as a slave again."
"Sir, you’re mistaken. I must have given you the wrong impression." Kiri said.
I frowned. "What do you mean mistaken?"
"I was not running away from my slavery, I live to serve others. I was running away from the abuse I was forced to take. I came to you because you showed me at the party that there can be service without abuse, that a Master can be caring and loving to his slave, that true happiness in slavery can be found.
Master, I came to be with you!"
End of Part 17