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Subject: {ASSM} On the Water part 19 (BDSM)
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On the Water part 19
Hot dogs were on the menu tonight, and with this family food a family
atmosphere of sorts began to fill the uncomfortable void between us all.
After looking dubiously at her food Kiri told us that she had never had hot
dogs before, which prompted more questions about her unusual past from the
ladies.
Ben and I quickly put a stop to that topic however, preferring to stay away
from what ever this intruder had to say. Instead conversation rotated
around the trip so far and what plans Ben had for the rest of the cruise.
Nothing was said about Laura’s punishment, nor how she lay in the sand face
down, her newly striped buttocks on display in the growing darkness.
Ben was evasive about our short term future, but not in a bad way. He
smiled a lot and made cryptic references to other islands we were to go to
and human sacrifices and other unusual past times. Amy teased him gently
and Ben smiled at her in a rare show of his deep affection for her. It
wasn’t that the man didn’t have emotions, it was just that he was a lot more
restrained in how he showed them, especially in our mixed company.
It was after all our wieners had been eaten (the hot dogs folks) and we’d
had time to digest when Ben winked at me. It was time to play.
I kinda wondered about doing so with Kiri with us, but it had been an
unusual day and we all needed the release.
“You ladies stay here,” Ben ordered, getting up and dusting sand from his
pants, “We have some stuff to collect from the boat.”
The women watched curiously as Ben and I rowed out to the ‘Kajira’ and
loaded some items we had stored in a locked locker on the deck.
When we got back they were even more curious because they couldn’t readily
identify one of the things we had brought.
Ben and I laid out in the sand a large sheet of bright red latex shaped into
a circle about eight feet in diameter, unfolding it carefully from the tight
package it had been stored in.
“We bought this at the party, we thought you might like it.” I told them.
“What is it?” Laura asked, her upper body supported by her elbows giving me
a wonderful look at her generous cleavage.
“You’ll see, slave girl!” I chuckled and Laura smiled, her first real smile
since we came ashore before dinner.
I picked about the edge of the circle while Ben put together another piece
of equipment. Finding the fold I was looking for I began to peel the
circle in half edgewise, revealing that it was made of many layers of
plastic rather than just one.
It didn’t peel all the way though, just enough to reveal a sleeping bag
sized pocket going down the middle.
Ben brought over some plastic tubing attached to small masks and we were
ready to begin.
“Amy, front and center!” Ben yelled smartly, and just as smartly the naked
girl jumped up and knelt before him, a smile on her face.
Ben grinned and crouched down. “This wont hurt.” he said. He took one of
the masks and fitted it over her nose. The mask held two black plastic tubes
in her nostrils, tubes that were fairly stiff but flexible enough to bend
as we needed them. The tubes were long enough to bend and drape over her
head.
“In, feet first.” he said and with a look of understanding, Amy slid into
the pouch I had made in the latex circle. She had evidently caught on that
this was some kind of latex bondage device, the tubes in her nose there for
her to breath.
Laura and Kiri had also caught on, but Laura was surprised when I called her
over.
She came over slowly and again I wondered if she could handle this in her
recently caned condition. So did she!
“Sir?” she said, looking at where Amy lay face up in the plastic shell I
held. That we were planning on putting both women inside at the same time
was now obvious.
“If you don’t feel up to it, let me know now.” I said softly, wondering how
her butt must feel.
She looked uncertainly at Amy, then smiled. “It’ll be fun in there with
her. I’ll do it!”
I laughed and Ben fitted her with a nose mask like Amy’s.
Laura began to gingerly crawl in feet first like Amy did when I stopped her.
“Head first,” I said with a smile, “and lie on top of Amy.”
Laura giggled and turned around, lying on top of her friend belly to belly.
Amy alternated between a grin and a frown as my wife settled on her and
gazed up at Laura’s feet.
“A small adjustment.” I told them, grabbing Laura’s ankles and pulling until
Laura’s groin reached Amy’s face.
Behind her mask Amy looked startled and she looked to Ben for conformation.
He just laughed. “We thought you ladies might like some quality time with
each other!”
“Oh...Thank you, Sir!” Amy said slowly and Laura looked over her shoulder
with a grin. Her face would also be in Amy’s snatch.
“Laura, feel ahead with your hands to the bottom of the pouch, there should
be a small hole, do you feel it?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir.” she said after a moment.
“Take the hoses coming from your nose and push the ends through that hole.”
After a pause she said she had done so.
“Can you breath okay though your nose?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“How about you, Amy?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Okay girls, find a comfortable place to put your arms and get busy!” I
chuckled.
With a smile and a laugh both women began to do in front of us something
they had only done once before in private. That they were doing it at all
right now was amazing.
I looked over at Ben who must have had the same thought, for he winked at me
and dragged over a final piece of equipment.
I pulled the tubes Amy needed to breath through out so the ends stuck out
beyond the edge of the latex disk. Then I walked around until I found the
tubes Laura was breathing though and attached a special clip to them so that
they wouldn’t accidentally pull back.
Ben was fitting a hose from the scuba air tank we had brought over to a
hidden fitting in the latex and opened the valve.
There was a hissing noise and the latex began to ripple for a few seconds
before rising like a cake. Unknown to the women inside the latex sheet was
made of more layers than they thought.
As the mound grew I happened to look over at Kiri who knelt by the fire, her
hands still cuffed in front of her. She watched us all with a casual smile
and I wondered what her fingers were doing down in her lap.
Turning back to the ladies in the latex I could see that the mound had grown
into a hemisphere, a bright red dome on the sandy shore of this tropical
island.
The place where the women had crawled in had self sealed as the dome took
shape, but it wasn’t done. I attached a similar clip to Amy’s breathing
tubes as I had to Laura’s.
Ben, watching the pressure gauge on the tanks kept the air flowing, and the
dome began to lift as the latex under it filled.
Up, like a growing balloon which technically this was, rose the dome which
now resembled a half inflated eight foot ball, which technically this also
was.
As the air pressure grew the ball took on it’s shape, lifting the women
inside and trapping them together in a special pocket right in the middle.
The position we had placed them in would now be impossible for them to
change, they now had no choice but to live with each others faces in their
crotches.
I hoped they enjoyed it!
Once the ball was complete Ben let the pressure build up inside for a minute
and then shut off the valve, detaching the hose so the ball lay free of
everything.
“Man that looks cool!” I said, smiling.
Ben laughed. “Let’s make sure they’re still alive!”
The clips I had placed on the ends of the air hoses were colored blue, so
finding them on the red background of the ball was easy. I put my ear to
one and heard the labored breathing of one of the women. Ben, who had
listened to the other hose, gave me a thumbs up. Both women were still
functioning.
“How long do we give them?” I asked.
“Twenty minutes this first time.” he said.
I nodded and cautiously began pushing on the ball. The surface was quite
solid and it rolled easily at my touch.
“Care for a game?” I said, and rolled the ball a few feet in Ben’s
direction.
>From deep inside I thought I heard squeals of indignation. I ignored them.
“Sure!” he said with a smile, and he and I rolled the ball between us,
tumbling the women in their prison over and over.
At one point I swore I heard a scream from inside and Ben chuckled. “No
matter what I do I just can’t get her to be quiet when she cums!”
I laughed.
Presently the time was up and we positioned the ball in as close an
approximation of it’s original position as we could and Ben let the air out.
The women we dragged out were flushed, sweaty and grinning like maniacs.
Laura’s grin had a touch of pain added.
“Damn that was hard on my ass!” she exclaimed, “But that was some VERY
intense bondage!!
“No kidding!” Amy added, her face glistening with Laura’s juices. “Wow!”
“Did either of you cum?” I asked innocently.
Both women looked sheepish. “Do we have to tell you EVERYTHING, Sir?” Amy
said, beginning to blush.
We all laughed.
“Who wants to go again?” Ben said with a big smile. “We have air enough for
one more try.”
“I’d love to but I think I’m going to sit this one out, no lie this one
out.” Laura replied.
“Sure!” Amy said, volunteering. “Only this time for longer? Please?”
Ben nodded and Amy dove back in, shortly to be suspended alone inside the
eight foot sphere.
“So that’s what happened!” Laura said, standing next to the towering ball.
“Couldn’t you tell?” I asked.
“God, you couldn’t tell anything except that up wasn’t always in the same
direction. It was so tight in there, pressed hard against Amy and my mouth
was full of...her!” She blushed.
I laughed again and watched as Laura rolled Amy around the beach.
“Kiri!” she yelled. “Come play!”
Kiri got up on her feet smiling, and I could see she was glad to be finally
invited to join in.
Perhaps I had been too hard on her, after all she was only doing what she
had been trained to do. If only it hadn’t started out so scary!
Ben and I sat down by the fire and watched the women play as the last of the
sun’s light faded from the sky. In the fire light Laura’s naked body looked
like that of a wild woman, her long hair flying about as she moved, the
stripes on her butt like war paint of an unusual sort. Kiri looked like a
sex kitten, her unbuttoned shirt flapping about her body both revealing the
treasures beneath and hiding them.
The women laughed as they played on the beach, and I hoped that poor Amy
trapped in the middle didn’t get sick from all the moving about.
Eventually we let her out though and taught the women how to fold up the
ball and put it in it’s carrying case.
Then we sat or laid around the fire once more, relaxed in each others
company. We even took off Kiri’s hand cuffs and with our permission she
took off her shirt.
“I feel very strange with it on.” she told us. “It feels so wrong to wear
it, we were never allowed but the briefest of coverings.”
We watched the stars and talked of inconsequential things, Kiri asking
questions of life beyond the islands which we did our best to answer.
She also asked what was to become of her, but all Ben told any of us was
that we would be met here in a couple of days by some people who would be
able to look after Kiri and see that she was introduced to normal life
successfully.
It was a cryptic answer, but Ben had his reasons for playing close to his
chest.
Too bad I didn’t know what they were at the time.
Eventually it was time to head back to the boat. Laura and I debated
sleeping on the beach but the sand flies were getting pretty active so we
decided against it. Besides our relatively soft bunk would be kinder to
Laura’s welts.
And so, once again, the ‘Kajira’ rocked us all to sleep.
We were boarded in the early hours of the morning.
I woke to find two hooded men standing in our small cabin, each holding hand
guns.
Laura, as usual was sleeping nude with her hands bound behind her, she could
not protect herself from the eyes of the men and she rolled against me.
I too was nude, but at least I had my hands free.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Shut up. Get out of bed, both of you!”
I crawled out. “Let me get something for us to wear.” I said.
“No, get her out of bed!”
“At least let me untie her hands.”
“No!”
Quite afraid, for Laura more than myself, I helped my wife out of the bunk.
When she was standing she turned to face me, burying her body against mine.
One of the men grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away, spinning her to
face them.
“Hey!” I yelled.
One of them raised his gun and the step I was going to take never came.
The men regarded my beautiful nude wife for a moment then looked at each
other. Then one of them stepped out of the cabin.
“Follow!” ordered the one who remained and we did so, Laura walking in front
of me.
As I passed the man he ordered me to stop and in seconds had my hands bound
behind my back with a plastic cable tie.
Now as much as I like bondage I hate being bound myself, this was looking
worse and worse.
We kept going and were led up on deck. A larger cruiser was parked next to
us with more men aboard, all hooded to mask their identities. All stopped
talking to look at my wife and in the light from the mast head I could see
her tear up in humiliation. I wanted to comfort her, but there was nothing I
could do.
A few seconds later two more men came up from below with Kiri between them,
nude, with her hands fastened behind her with a cable tie like my own. She
also wore a leather bag over her head, blinding her totally.
One of the men stepped forward. “Bitch, you should have known better!” he
said to her.
Her body stiffened and I knew then that these men weren’t pirates, they were
monsters of a different sort. They had come for their property, they had
come for Kiri.
>From below came yet another group. Two masked men with Amy and Ben in tow.
Amy had hand cuffs on, keeping her hands behind her while Ben was cable tied
like me. Both were nude, and Ben looked groggy from a blow to the head, a
line of blood coming from one side.
The men all looked at Amy for a moment and then continued what they were
doing.
We watched silently as the man who had spoken to Kiri issued orders in
Spanish to the others, and Ben and I were separated from our women.
“Wait a minute!” I yelled. “You got what you came for, let us go!”
“Shut up.” one of them told me.
“We don’t know who you are! You can let us go without any problems.”
One of the men moved and I got my own blow to the head. As the stars
circled we were both lifted into the row boat and before we knew it we were
rowed ashore.
By the time I came to my senses we had been dumped on the beach.
“Hey!” Ben began to yell, and I joined in. We watched helplessly as the row
boat was pulled and stored in it’s usual place on the roof. We could do
nothing as our frightened women were sent below accompanied by two men. We
were powerless to prevent Kiri being transferred to the other boat. We
were crying as both vessels left the bay, leaving us alone and taking away
the people that mattered most to us in the world.
Ben and I spent the next day and night alone on the island, surviving on the
little food and water we had left on the beach after our dinner the night
before.
We had to help each other to eat and drink for there was nothing on the
island that could cut through the tough plastic that bound our hands behind
us.
We didn’t talk much, attempts to bolster our spirits having fallen flat
almost from the start, although Ben did say one thing, a vow of sorts.
“When we find her,” he said, obviously speaking of Amy, “I’m going to marry
her.”
I gave him what little encouragement I could manage and we continued on,
thinking about our companions, and what horrors they were now being
subjected to. Were they now a part of the slavery ring? Would we ever see
them again or would they be sold off to prostitute themselves for their
captors?
Many times we caught each other and ourselves weeping.
The only thing we had to look forward to was the arrival of the ‘DreamBoat’.
We figured we could survive until then.
Sure enough in the morning of our second day the big yacht motored into the
bay.
Ben and I stood jumping on the beach, mindful that without the ‘Kajira’ to
mark our position Townsend might just keep on going.
But someone saw us and presently the motor launch with Townsend himself
aboard hit the beach.
“What happened? Where’s your boat, Old Boy?” he said, taking in our
frightening condition.
“Long story.” Ben said.
“Where are the ladies?”
“Taken, by the same people that kept that girl I told you about.”
“My word! Let’s get you both back to my yacht!”
There was nothing aboard the launch that would cut our bondage but once
aboard Townsend’s yacht we were freed and allowed to clean up.
We told Townsend all that had happened to us and he left us to make a few
calls.
“Finding your boat has to be a priority!” he said. “It might lead us to the
slavers.”
Ben and I were doubtful, but there was not much else to do. Dressed again
in clothes supplied by our host we wondered the big boat, now empty of most
of the partiers Ben had seen on it earlier. All that was left was the crew
and a small group of Townsend’s personal staff, in other words his own
submissive companions. Even his wife was gone, although I did get a peak at
the school room where Amy had spent a few hours.
It was a small distraction, nothing could stir the worry we felt from our
hearts.
Nothing but some news from Townsend many hours later.
“I think your boat was spotted, Chaps!” he said after calling us to the
bridge. “An air charter flight spotted a yacht following your description
drifting near an island about six hours away from here, I’ve ordered us to
set sail!”
“Thank you!” Ben told him, shaking his hand as if he had granted us
immortality.
The six hours that followed were the tensest of our lives. The ‘DreamBoat’
moved swiftly toward our goal but not swift enough in our estimation. We
figured the chances of Laura and Amy still being aboard were slight to nil,
but even that slim chance kept us going.
As we cruised I wondered aloud if anyone had called the police.
“No point, Old Boy. Law enforcement around here is probably in bed with
these fellows for them to be able to operate. Besides, we have our own
little network that suites us just fine.”
Townsend said.
“Who’s we?” I asked.
No one answered that one.
It was getting dark as we approached the position where the ‘Kajira’ had
been reported, and soon our only clue as to what was out there came from
the radar on the bridge.
Our excitement rose as first the huge mass of an island appeared on the
screen and then the small blip of a boat floating close to it.
The Captain of the ‘DreamBoat’ was going over some charts and ordered the
yacht to stand to.
“What?” What’s going on?” Ben asked.
“Reefs.” said the Captain. “Our draft is too deep to get much closer, the
ocean floor is pretty shallow for miles. You’ll have to take the launch.”
“Right!” said Townsend, a determined look on his face.
After the big yacht anchored we jumped in the launch and headed out in the
direction of the blip on the radar. It was so dark we could see nothing on
the water although the outline of the nearby island could be seen from the
stars it blotted out.
Thirty minutes of traveling before we found her, a dark shape in the water.
It was the ‘Kajira’.
Trembling we boarded her, and I wanted to shout out Laura’s name to see if
she was here. But by agreement we all stayed quiet. The slavers could still
be aboard and we wanted to surprise them the same way they surprised us. To
this end Townsend had armed us all, and surprisingly Ben seemed quite at
home with the hand gun he had been given. Me, I was unused to the cold
metal object in my hand and wondered if I would have the guts to use it.
Townsend himself carried a light machine gun of some sort.
We crept aboard and went below, the hatch open and the boat dark.
Nothing was on, not even the little lights on the control panel at the
navigation station.
We quickly checked each cabin, only to find them all empty.
The news was a great blow to us all.
“I’m sorry, Chaps.” Townsend said, patting me on the shoulder.
I felt empty, like someone had punched me in the gut. I sat in the booth
and wondered what I was going to do without Laura at my side.
I also mourned for the beautiful Amy, and for my friend next to me who’s
loss equaled mine.
To be honest at that point I couldn’t have cared less where Kiri was. I
wished I had never met her.
While I sat and cried once more, Ben collapsed at the navigation station,
his face an echo of our feelings.
Townsend stood on the lower level, looking about.
There was a grinding noise from below.
“The reef.” he said. “Say, is this boat listing?”
Ben looked up slowly. “The bilge pumps must be off.” he said without
emotion. Absentmindedly he flicked a couple of switches on the panel in
front of him but everything stayed dark.
“We had better do something or you will loose this boat to the reef.”
Townsend said determinedly. “Come on Chaps, some work will help you cope.”
“I don’t care.” Ben said.
“Nonsense! Let’s bring the ‘Kajira’ back to life!”
Ben sighed and stood up. “They must have disconnected the batteries.” he
said.
I watched as he went forward to the door of his cabin and messed around with
the deck. “Anyone got a flashlight?” he asked.
Townsend held his ready and Ben lifted the cover that led to the bilge
spaces.
“Oh my God! Don, get over here!”
The urgency of his call stirred me into action. I moved quickly to his side
and gasped at what I saw below our feet.
It was Amy, almost completely wrapped in rope except for her head, bound in
a very tight hog-tie. A large gag held her mouth wide open, filling it
completely with cloth. Her eyes were wide and frightened and from her could
be heard only the faintest of moans. The reason she was frightened was
because while she lay on her back, she was floating in the slowly filling
bilge water which by this time was lapping at the sides of her face.
Townsend moved his light and I could see the knees of someone else further
in the tiny compartment.
“Laura!” I yelled.
I couldn’t hear her if she replied, but the knees moved ever so slightly.
She looked bound the same way Amy was.
Ben carefully climbed down, talking to Amy and assuring her she would be
alright. He felt around her and then lifted her out of the water.
Townsend and I pulled up the dead weight that was Amy and her waterlogged
ropes and got her out on the deck of the galley.
The ropes looked awfully tight on her, possibly cutting off her circulation
in places, but before we could release her we had to get Laura out.
Ben had pulled her under the hatchway after checking her over and with his
great strength he lifted her up so we could grab her.
Laura didn’t weigh much more than Amy but it was an effort to pull her out.
In seconds though she was on the deck beside her friend and we began cutting
the ropes that bound them.
While Townsend and I worked, Ben climbed out and started on their gags. He
pulled out what looked like yards of material from Amy’s mouth before moving
on to Laura, and the nude young woman coughed and cried as she slowly
uncurled. I wondered how long these women had been bound like that.
Laura too coughed and cried as the ropes and gag came off and I took her in
my arms while she found her voice.
“I thought we were dead.” she whispered.
“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” I said to her, checking her over for injuries
while I hugged her close.
“I thought we were dead.” she repeated, and with Ben and Amy mirroring our
actions, we sat and cried with happiness, together again.
End of Part 19
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