The 'Kajira' cut through the slightly rolling water at a steady pace, as it's 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 it's job, while it's 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 lay 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 to 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 and with the other ran his hands 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 it's 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 already, 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 wet my curiosity, not sate it."
Ben looked away for minute, deep in thought. "Alright, I wont 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 it's 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 us some wet wipes to clean us up a bit.
Amy and Laura constantly moved around, their open mouths searching for their competitors 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 which 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 was 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 with out 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.
End of Part 24.