So, I followed the beautiful, nude fiancee 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 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 of 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 to.
Without a word Ben pulled one of the stems of these plants out and brushed it's 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 camp site 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 that seemed to be a back drop 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 it's 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 fire light.
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 thought 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 hogtie 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 was 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.
End of Part 28.