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 have done 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 what so ever. 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, it's 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 it's 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 half hearted 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 any more, 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 cuming.
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 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 to 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. When ever 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 hear 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 which was 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 it's 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 both.
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 look 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 increases ten fold and the last thing I remember is the sound of the boat exploding behind me as I am 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, easy 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 must have gone to sleep with a smile on my face for I realized that what was strange was that she was completely dressed, and images of her, naked, accompanied 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 was a clarity I didn't have before, and I was actually able to keep my eyes open this time.
I was in a hospital room, that much was certain, and I looked about for my wife but saw Ben instead.
He was slouched in a chair nearby and with a start woke up.
"Hey!" I said, and was shocked at how weak my voice was.
Ben stared at me, he looked terrible. His face hadn't been shaved in what looked like days and his clothes were rumpled.
"Don, you there now?" he asked.
"I hope so." I said, after a little thought.
Ben stood and walked over to me, leaning across me like the sky itself.
"Don, what happened? Where's Amy? Is she dead?" he asked urgently, and my slow mind wondered when he had last had some decent sleep.
"What?" was all I could manage.
"Where is she, you Bastard! What happened to her?"
"Amy?" I said, feeling the familiar fatigue overcoming me again.
"God damn it Don!" Ben swore, taking my shirt in one hand a 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 whole 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 Nasauu 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 said 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 asked testily.
Gries scowled 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 was very surprised at that. So surprised that Gries was able to leave the room without my replying.
A moment later Laura entered, followed by Ben.
Laura was all over me, touching me and being her wonderful loving self. I could see the worry in her eyes begin to fade away now that we were close again. Her love felt so good and my own anger melted as she fussed.
Ben however still looked like a dark cloud was over him, and I couldn't blame him. He looked like he had made an effort to clean himself up, but he still looked like shit.
He stood by the window and watched us until Laura began to settle.
"So," he said after a bit, "You going to tell us what happened?" His voice was flat, emotionless.
Laura sat on my bed next to me and I told 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 told me to gloss over those details with Ben.
He didn't look impressed with my story.
"Are you sure you saw them take her?" he asked, and I detected 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 sighed. "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 said, collapsing into the chair I had seen him in earlier.
He looked at the floor, lost in thought. I turned to my wife.
"How have you been keeping up?" I asked her.
Laura glanced 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 yelled. I had no idea I was out for so long.
"Yes, Don. It's been almost a week."
God, I thought, what was happening to Amy? How has she been coping the last five days. Ben must have been thinking the same thing.
"She could be anywhere in the world by now." he said.
"Why shouldn't she be nearby?" I asked.
"Your men in black, their tactics, they don't sound local to me."
"What?" I asked him.
He shook his head.
"Don," my wife said, "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 asked her.
Laura told 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 float plain was there and I was loaded aboard for the long flight to Nasauu.
While I was patched up and left to recover, Ben and Laura stayed together for mutual comfort.
"Thanks, Ben." I said to him, after giving my wife a more intimate thanks with a kiss.
Ben stood up.
"Don, you lost me the most precious thing I ever had, and it's going to be a while before I can forgive you for that, if ever..."
"What?" I said, 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 said but he cut me off.
"Bullshit, Don. You don't know the half of it!
Laura, show him."
Laura paled, and slid off the bed. With a glance at the door she grabbed the hem of the sensible skirt she wore and lifted it high. Under the skirt I saw she wore a chastity belt. A rather well built chastity belt that fitted her body like a second skin.
"What's going on, Ben?" I asked him.
Ben pulled the chain he wore around his neck from under his shirt. On it was usually just the Master key to all his bondage toys, but now there was a rather strange looking circular key.
"You get Laura back, when I get Amy." he said, and despite my pleas he left the room without another word.
"What does he mean, I get you back?" I asked Laura, afraid that he was 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 cant be serious!" I said angrily. Why was 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 took my shoulders and made sure she had my full attention.
"I know what he's going through, and why I have to wear this belt, and 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 stared her down, surprised at her sudden passion. "What if I take it off you anyway?" I say.
Laura's expression changed slowly, to one of sadness and great pity. "Then I'll do what I have to to salvage our relationship with them." She let go of me and moved to the door.
"Don't go!" I say to her, needing things explained.
"You need to rest for a while." she said to me. Then she paused just as she reached 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 saw that Ben was wrong.
I DID lose something after all.
The End of this Story.
Or is it the beginning of another one?