On the Water part 22
"HOW DARE YOU USE A KNIFE ON HER!" Ben yelled at my wife who scrambled off the
bed to reach the floor.
"What?" I said, totally confused.
I looked over at Laura expecting to see the same stunned confusion that I was
feeling, but instead saw nothing but fear mixed with a heavy dose of guilt.
I was peripherally aware of Amy cowering on the floor nearby, almost weeping and
not looking at any of us, but it was my wife I focused on.
"What did you do?" I said slowly, recognizing that whatever it was she did she
was definitely guilty of.
Laura said nothing, on her knees now she struggled to maintain her Total Slave
position, her eyes focused on the floor.
I turned to Ben. "What are you accusing her of doing?"
Ben, still showing signs of his anger, talked to me without taking his eyes off
Laura. "Ask her! I want to hear it from her own mouth!"
"You said she used a knife?" I asked him. I wondered when and how? Amy's body
didn't have a mark on it that was unknown to me and she had certainly been
inspected close enough. I saw no sign of any knife play, something that Ben and
I strictly forbade the women from doing.
Ben nodded, anger taking his words away most probably.
"Where?" I asked.
Now Ben looked at me. "You need proof?" he asked accusingly.
I stood my ground under the anger in his eyes. "Wouldn't you?"
After a moment he gave me a curt nod, then turned to Amy.
"Show him." he ordered.
"Ben..." Amy whispered.
He raised his hand, a single finger pointed at her.
As scared as she was Amy suddenly looked worse. She uncurled her body and sat
with her legs apart. Closing her eyes she used both hands to pull apart her
labia, revealing her bright red inner lips. They showed signs of heavy use for
they were quite inflamed.
"You're kidding." I said before I could stop myself.
"YOU THINK I'M FUCKING KIDDING?" Ben yelled at me.
I glanced at Ben for a second then looked over at my wife.
She didn't have to say a word, her guilt was written all over her, but she was
going to have to.
Long ago we had followed Ben and Amy's example of having Laura say her crimes
out loud. Psychologically it means a lot to talk about things you would rather
not, that's how psychiatrists get to stay in business, it's why AA has meetings
instead of a newsletter.
"Talk, now." I told her.
"I..." was all she could manage.
"You can do better than that." I said after waiting a few moments.
"Fuck it...you're going to punish me anyway!" she said bitterly.
I was shocked, and deep down very hurt. Suddenly this wasn't the same woman I
had just been playing bed games with. What happened?
As I said earlier, Laura could get vicious sometimes, her own masochistic streak
developing into something more sadistic. In the past, when given the
opportunity to devise games and torments for Amy online, her imagination usually
came up with some doosies. I couldn't understand it, but then again I could.
"Your funeral." I said to her, my own vocabulary lost to my emotions at that
point. So I asked Ben what happened.
Ben related what Amy had told him.
Apparently while playing in the schoolroom Amy had ended up tied naked on her
back to the large teacher's desk at the front of the room.
Among other items Laura had found to tease her with, my wife had found a very
sharp serrated knife in the closet I had hidden in.
Apparently drunk with power and mindful that Amy couldn't be visibly marked,
Laura asserted her dominance by using the tip of the knife to make many small
cuts and abrasions on the bound girl's inner pussy lips. Laura's intention at
that point was to make sex for Amy be so painful for a little while that she
would think only of Laura whenever Ben took her.
She also delighted in thinking what Ben would do to Amy if Amy flinched at his
advances, which was of course how Ben discovered what had gone on, making Amy
confess all!
Of course the details I heard were somewhat more graphic, but nothing I want to
repeat.
It was enough to stand there listening to it while watching the woman I love
stubbornly stay silent.
"Is that the way it happened?" I asked Amy when Ben had finished.
"Yes, Sir." Amy said, now curled up again.
I crouched down next to my wife. "Laura, do you deny any of this?"
She shook her head.
"Shit." I said with feeling. I stood up and walked across the room, thinking
about what had happened and what had to be done. I think it was only then that I
realized that all of us, Ben included, were nude. Ben must have dragged Amy here
directly from their own bed.
There was a knock at the door which was still open. In a dressing gown stood
Townsend, looking at all of us rather concerned.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, probably noting the high tension in the air.
"Go away, Phil." Ben said darkly.
Townsend stood for a second more, then nodded and went away, closing the door
behind him.
"What are you going to do about her?" Ben asked me, his temper more controlled
now.
What WAS I to do. Here was something that could break our friendship with Ben
and Amy, something I didn't want to happen.
Laura had definitely done wrong, and a punishment was due her. This might sound
like an excuse for us to get our jollies off, but as I hope I have explained
before, none of us saw anything erotic about punishment. This was a very
serious issue.
Serious enough that I had no concept of what Ben would expect, and what would
satisfy his sense of justice.
How to resolve this so we could still be friends?
As I stood and thought I decided that there could only be one real solution.
"Take her." I said to him. "You and Amy take her with you and figure it out
yourself. Fuck her, whip her, whatever! Do what you think is fair." I walked
over to Ben and whispered so the women wouldn't hear. "You and I have talked
about trust in the past, friend. Well I'm trusting you now not to abuse but to
punish."
Ben's anger softened a moment, feeling the weight I had suddenly transferred
over to him I hope.
"Don't talk to me about trust, Pal. I can't trust your wife anymore."
"Then it's up to you to see that she CAN be trusted again. I know you can make
her think twice about doing something like that again."
Ben said nothing for a moment. "That's your job too you know, but okay. However,
Amy stays here."
"Why?" I asked.
"She isn't totally innocent." Ben said, moving toward his companion. "Are
you?" he said to her loudly.
"I don't understand." I said.
"She lied to us both, covering up what Laura had done. The moment she first saw
either of us she should have reported what happened, instead I find out in bed
hours later, and even then she wouldn't immediately tell me everything that
happened. It was only because I thought one of Townsend's crew had gotten to
her that she finally told me everything."
Ben stared down at Amy for a moment as she sat slumped, her face wet with silent
tears, then he came back to me. "I'll leave her here with you, and you can sort
her out..." He paused. "Like your wife, no restrictions. We're beyond that now.
Besides," he looked at Laura, "I'm going to be busy for a while."
Laura let out a stifled sob, but that was all.
So, I was finally going to get my chance with Amy, but I had never imagined it
happening this way and given a choice I could have waited a lot longer rather
than have this happen.
The thought of getting her this way was not a happy one.
"Agreed." I said.
Ben moved over to my wife. "Next door, run." he ordered.
Laura looked up at him, then at me, her face pleading.
"MOVE!" Ben yelled, making her jump. She scrambled to her feet and ran to the
door, leaving it open behind her as she went to Ben's room.
"Don, what you said about trust, goes both ways." Ben said to me. I knew what
he meant. How I handled Amy tonight would bear as much weight as how he handled
Laura. No matter how things turned out, none of us were coming out of here with
the same relations we had when we arrived.
Four different people were going to board the 'Kajira' tomorrow.
"Ben," I said as he reached the door, "Make sure you find out why she did it!"
"Oh I plan to!" he said, and he shut the door behind him.
Now I was alone with Amy.
What the hell was I going to do with her?
"Knees." I said, crossing the room once more.
Amy shifted herself until she knelt in the Total Slave position, stifling a sob
as she did so.
"Be glad you didn't do anything worse than lie to us." I told her, opening a
closet Laura and I had discovered earlier. It was stocked with all manner of
toys and restraints. I selected a few items, starting with a blind fold.
"That was the worse thing you did, right?" I asked, coming up beside her.
"Yes, Sir." she whispered.
"Why didn't you report it to us right away?"
Amy remained silent.
I stood waiting, tired and in not a very good mood. Half my mind was on what
Ben could be doing to my wife right now and despite my trust in Ben I was
worried about her.
"Okay, maybe you'll tell me later." I said simply and put the blindfold on her.
She didn't struggle, didn't move, which was good. I went back to my pile of
goodies and picked up a harness gag.
"Last chance to confess your sins." I told her.
Still Amy remained silent.
What is it with these women? Didn't they know that the silent treatment did
them no good what so ever?
"Okay, open your mouth."
I slipped the bladder of the harness pump gag into her open mouth and buckled
the harness on. She must not have expected this type of gag because she began
moaning.
I left her without pumping the gag up and went back to my pile. Watching her I
waited before returning.
Blind, her mouth filled with rubber she knelt moaning for a short while and then
became still. Her hands were behind her neck, the buckles which I hadn't locked
right there.
I wanted to see if she would fiddle with them.
She didn't.
She knew better.
I came back and roughly repositioned her arms, pulling them behind her and
binding them with several straps. Her hands were now up between her shoulder
blades, her elbows touching. Straps held her wrists and elbows together and
more straps wound around her body above and below her small breasts totally
locking her arms to her back. There would be no give when I was done and after
a short while she would feel the pain of this position.
Only then did I begin pumping up her gag, watching carefully that I didn't over
inflate.
"You know," I said as I pumped, "there was one thing that Ben never mentioned
that I wonder if you told him about. Remember when I asked you if you and Laura
had been playing pussy whipping games? You answered yes! You lied."
She moaned, it came out very faintly.
I grabbed her body and lay her down on her back, or more accurately on her bound
arms. She was breathing quickly at this point and trembling.
I let her lie there a moment while I went back for yet another item. This time
is was a spreader bar with attached ankle cuffs.
I spread her legs making her whine and locked her ankles into the cuffs. Her
pussy looked red and sore and I wondered if Ben had actually screwed her before
finding out what had happened to her, or maybe after.
I wondered what it would feel like to be cut down there, and be fucked
afterward. How would it feel to have a phallus squeeze past such sensitive
flesh?
I knew that if anyone scraped the outside of my dick with a knife I wouldn't
want to have sex afterward.
The spreader bar on it was time for the last part.
By now Amy was probably thinking I was going to have sex with her then and
there. I had other plans.
I brought a strong looking chair over to a part of the room where I noticed some
hooks were stuck in the ceiling. Then I grabbed the spreader bar and lifted Amy
clean off the floor.
Glad she wasn't as heavy as my wife I carried the upside down woman over to the
chair and used it as a step ladder to reach the hooks. Carefully I hung her up,
the hooks perfectly placed to catch the spreader bar as I thought they might,
and got down.
Amy now hung upside down, her upper body well contained while her sex was spread
and defenseless above her.
I went back to the closet and selected one final item.
A cat of nine tails.
I had used a similar multi-tailed whip on Laura in our games, whipping hard
enough for some moderate erotic pain, but never as a punishment.
Now I intended a different use for it.
"Since you lied about being pussy whipped, I'm going to give you a little of
what you lied about."
Amy struggled and moaned, but she wasn't going anywhere.
I thought about Laura and Ben, and what they might be doing, and with no real
pleasure brought the whip down between Amy's legs.
She cried out, although I really hadn't used much effort, and I knew then that
her abused pussy was going to magnify all my efforts, so much the better.
I continued to whip her, spreading the hits up and down her inner thighs and
across her buttocks, but it was only when the strands grazed her bare sex did
she really scream.
As I walked around her I used the whip all over her body, placing marks on her
back, her stomach, her legs and arms. When I struck her breasts she screamed
almost as much as when I hit her pussy.
I continued going until I noticed that she had grown quite wet between her legs.
I couldn't believe it but the little masochist was actually getting off on this!
I hit harder, making her scream with every strike and soon concentrated on her
pussy alone.
I found myself growing hard at her torture and was beginning to wonder about
myself when it became obvious that Amy was cuming!
I continued to whip her pussy, sending droplets of her cum flying with each
strike and watched her convulse, humping the air, her hips working hard.
I stopped, dropped the whip, and moved the chair back into place so I could get
her down.
I lay her on her back once more and this time did fuck her, plunging into her
immediately despite knowing how painful it would be for her.
I didn't care, she was a vessel to be used, a slave given to me without
reservations, a passionate woman with a sexual heat that I could not resist.
She came once more as I entered her and I rode her hard as my own passion
erupted.
It was only when I finally came down that I realized she had passed out, her gag
preventing her from pulling the oxygen she needed for such activity.
I lay on top of her, growing soft inside her, and began to cry.
The room was in darkness now, and I lay in the bed, feeling somewhat better
after my little breakdown.
The room was silent except for the breathing of my bed partner.
Amy lay next to me on her side, her back to me, sleeping for all I knew. After
I had pulled myself together I had gotten off her and pulled off all her
restraints before picking her up and carrying her the bed. I tucked her in under
the covers and, turning out the lights, joined her.
I lay for a while listening to her breathing, my thoughts filled with Laura, and
how only a short time ago we had been together in this bed, and how now she was
off with another man while I lay naked with another woman.
Why was reality so much harder than the fantasy?
I had dreamed for a long time of being with Amy, yet now that it was happening
all I could think of was my wife.
Maybe if this had occurred under better circumstances...
Amy stirred, a tired little whine.
I moved closer to her and pressed up behind her spoon fashion, an arm around her
waist. She felt very warm against me, a little harder and bonier than my wife
but I wasn't complaining. I expected I felt a lot worse to her as her body was
covered in pale red lines from the whipping.
They were nothing big though, I expected them all to fade by morning.
"I'm sorry." she said suddenly, startling me.
"For what?" I asked quietly.
"For getting Laura into trouble."
"Laura deserved what she got, what she's being given."
Amy didn't reply.
"Don't you agree?" I asked her.
"She...surprised me. We had talked about things like that, fantasies and
such...I never thought she would actually do it." Amy said slowly.
"That doesn't answer my question." I waited patiently for her to think of her
response.
"I don't know if I can...you see while at the time she scared me to death,
afterward as she untied me...I liked it, I was glad she did it."
I opened my mouth to speak, and thought better of it as Amy continued to talk.
"It has always been a deep held fantasy of mine to be dominated by another
woman, another submissive, but the domination had to be real, not just play
acting. When Laura used that knife on me it struck me deep down that Laura was
the one.
As surely as Ben...and you, hold my submissive nature in your grasp, so does
Laura.
I would do anything for her."
"Is that why you didn't say anything until Ben forced it out of you?"
"Yes." she whispered.
"Is that why Laura used the knife on you in the first place, to bring you to
heel?"
"I think so...I'm not sure...but I remember telling her once that for me to
truly become someone's slave, that person had to do something that marked me
inside, that changed me.
Ben did it the first time he truly caned me.
Laura did it with the knife.
You just did it with that whip, hitting me where you knew I was already injured
and taking me on the floor knowing the agony it would be for me."
We lay quietly for a bit, the both of us trying to figure out our feelings and
thoughts.
"Master," she said, her voice small, her emotions flowing under it like a great
river, "do you love me?"
I took a deep breath and let it out. "Yes, I love you. Now not another word, go
to sleep."
Amy's body softened quickly under my arm as she allowed her abused body to
finally succumb to sleep, and I lay for a while longer thinking about my wife
and what I had just said to Amy, before joining her.
End of Part 22
