Kira's Island

Bill:

The first thing I noticed was the lack of movement in the boat.
Sunlight was streaming through the starboard side and I could hear the
waves outside. 

Last nights storm came up suddenly and was one more
violent than I had ever before faced. I have had the Christy, a 38
foot beauty, for 6 years now and I'd had no doubt it could ride out
anything nature could throw at me. I inherited her from my uncle, a
retired NASA engineer, who had built her with space shuttle technology
using more than few spare parts and materials from manufacturing
overruns. This was all on the up and up, since components were
rejected for even the slightest defect, and were routinely scraped
rather than take a chance on a bad re-work job.

As I climbed out of the bunk I took a glance at the status board.
Many more red and amber lights than green, and some of the systems
were down completely. I noted some water by the engine room door as I
climbed the ladder and undogged the hatch. The sight that greeted me
up on deck was right out of a brochure from Club Med, or some other
travel destination. The white sand beach of the lagoon was marred only
by a long scar ending at my boat. Sunlight sparkled out in the lagoon
and a warm breeze stirred the tangled rigging hanging from the main
mast. I noticed broken pulleys and a few cleats ripped from the maple
deck, but the mast was still sound.

I climbed down to the stern platform and jumped onto the sand. A walk
around the ship showed some damage, a bent rudder, the keel had been
lost at some point, probably in the lagoon somewhere, and most
worrisome, a gash about five feet long on the port side near the bow.
The fiberglass coating had chipped away revealing the alloy mesh
underneath. The rubberized inner coating must have also been punctured
for the water to seep into the engine room and cabin. My first job
will be to find some fresh water and flush out the electrical systems
before the salt water does any more damage.

As I walked back around the boat I opened the panel at the stern and
released the plug to drain the spaces between the outer and inner
hull. I then set out down the beach to try to find out where the heck
I had landed.

Kira:

When I woke up I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to get some
feeling back into my sore arms and numb hands. The chain locking my
wrists behind my back was not so tight as to be painful, but I
couldn't slip my hands free no mater how I tried. As the feeling came
back into my hands I raised my legs up and felt the sores on my ankles
caused from the rubbing of the chains binding my feet together. I was
able to take short steps, more of a shuffle really, with the lock
connecting the chains between my feet. I could also move around by
hopping, but the heavy lock would bash my heels and with my arms
useless it was hard to keep my balance.

I had been left here my the men, slave traders I guess they were, God
I guess about two weeks ago, bound worse than an animal. They left me
here naked and with no food after I shuffled off and hid under a
rotted log in the forest while they weren't looking.

I struggled out from under the bush that gave me some shelter from
last nights storm and managed to sit up. If I had not escaped from the
men I would probably been sold to a brothel or a rich master who might
beat me and treat me badly. I had seen sex slaves treated this way and
knew that was not for me.

I have had fantasies of being captured and chained up in a dungeon by
gentle count or sultan and treated with a kind, yet firm and loving
hand. Now a part of my fantasy had become a reality. However, my past
bondage experiences have never left me so helpless, and certainly
never for so long as this.

I reached over with my feet as I was thinking, and moved my stick
closer. This stick I found in the pool of water nearby and the ends
were worn smooth from it being in the waterfall. I grasped the knob on
the end between my bound feet and positioned the smooth, thin end at
the entrance to my pussy. As I lay back on my arms I moved my feet
back and forth and imagined myself being fucked by my master.

I rolled over onto my side and pumped my feet faster and faster. The
bumps on the smooth wood were sending waves of pleasure through my
clit and pussy lips and the chains and heavy lock banging on the stick
were causing wild vibrations deep inside me. My long hair had wrapped
around my neck and chest, so reaching with my hands, I grabbed some
and pulled. As the hair slid across my breasts and tightened around my
neck the first wave of the orgasm hit. I rocked back and forth,
grasping at my silky hair and pumping the slick wood in and out of my
burning cunt as wave after wave crashed over me.

Finally my orgasm ground to a shuddering halt. As I straightened my
legs the stick pulled out from my cunt with a wet plop. I lay there
moaning and gasping for air for a few minutes until I could open my
eyes. Not five feet away from where I lay was a ripe mango which had
fallen during last nights storm. I rolled and wriggled till I could
bite into the juicy fruit. I had been eating the fallen fruit around
this pool for most of my time here and yet this one tasted especially
good. Last night during the storm I was thinking how I might die here
chained up like this, but this morning, I had a feeling that things
might just get better.

Bill:

As I walked, I thought of the task of repairing the Christy I faced.
The damage was not as bad as it could have been, and there were worse
places to spend a few weeks than here. The bottom of the ocean came to
mind. When I came to a rocky outcrop which formed the north arm of the
lagoon I turned inland, up a small rise and into the lush jungle.
After about 10 minutes I began to hear the roar of a waterfall over
the twittering of jungle birds. I had seen no sign of a path, or any
evidence of humanity, but I still expected to see the high-rise towers
of some resort hotel looming up over the trees.

I came to a small clearing and gazed into a picture perfect pool of
clear water surrounded by lush ferns and trees, with a stream falling
over some boulders and into the pool. "Oh yes" I said to myself
thinking, this will not be bad at all.

Suddenly I was startled by a rustling in the leaves to my left. The
face of a young lady popped out from under the leaves and looked at me
with wide eyes.

"Oops, I'm sorry if I have disturbed you," I said. " I just need to
come back and get some water."

"Please don't go," she said as I turned away.

I watched as she crawled out from under the leaves and tried to sit
up. My jaw dropped as I began to believe what my eyes saw. Her hands
were chained behind her back and her feet were also chained together.
Her skin was a light brown and her long black hair was tangled around
her face and body. It didn't look like she had on any clothes.

"Do... Do you need any help?" was all I could stammer out.

Her chest began to hitch and she started sobbing. I moved closer and
bent down to brush the hair from her face. This brought on louder
crying.

"Please don't leave me," she managed between sobs.

I helped her sit up and held her until she had calmed down a bit. As I
gently stroked her head I examined her bondage more closely. She had a
chain wrapped twice around her wrists and locked with a brass padlock.
There were two pieces of chain, one around each ankle, and fastened
together with a heavier lock. The skin on her ankles was rubbed raw in
spots, I guess from her trying to move around. There were some fruit
pits and peels around on the ground where we were.

"Let me clean you up a bit," I said after she had calmed down some.

I helped her stand and then I picked her up and carried her to the
edge of the pool. As I washed the mud off her back and arms I asked
her who did this to her.

"I was kidnapped by some men at another island where I worked at a
resort," she said. "They took me by boat to another, larger ship. I
guess I was sold to some other men who put these chains on me and kept
me in the hold with five other girls. They said I was to be sold at an
auction as a slave."

"How did you get here?" I asked, as I gently rinsed her legs and
ankles.

"There was a big storm coming up so the ship anchored in a bay to let
it pass. Two of the men brought me to this island in a small boat, I
guess so they could have some fun. Their boat started to slip back out
to sea, and I managed to get away and hide in the jungle when they
went to get it. After, they were looking for me, but I was able to
hide and so they gave up and went back to the ship."

"How long have you been here?"

"It must be about two weeks now," she said. "I was able to find fruit
on the ground to eat, and once I found a fish that was caught in a
pool on the beach. I couldn't cook it or anything so it wasn't very
good to eat. I haven't been able to move around much lately because of
the pain in my ankles from the rubbing of the chains. I didn't think I
would be found at all because this island is so far out that tourists
hardly ever come here."

"My boat was washed up on the shore in last nights storm," I said as I
combed out her hair with my fingers. "There is some damage, but I
think I can fix it and get us out of here."

"Thank you. It looks like you are saving my life," she said, and she
graced me with the most lovely smile I have ever seen.

"You are a very beautiful girl, and very brave to have gone through
what you have. I'll bring you back to the boat and try to get these
chains off."

With that, I helped her stand up, then I lifted her over my shoulder
to carry her back to the Christy.

As I made our way back to the boat I couldn't believe the luck. I get
to save this poor girl from a horrible fate and yet get to enjoy every
minute of it. I was holding her waist and her pinned arms as she was
bent over my shoulder. Her hair, which reached past her lovely bum
when she stood, tickled the back of my legs as I walked. The three
things I like the most are long hair, bare feet and bondage, and here
I stumble across all three in one cute package.

"My name is Bill," I said as I nuzzled her side. "What's yours?"

"Kira," she answered.

When we reached the boat I sat her down on the rear platform and
climbed up beside her. I then lifted her up with one arm under her
legs and one under her back. I carried her over the deck and sat her
down on a bench in the shade of the top cabin roof.

"I guess you are starved," I said. "Wait while I get you something."

I went down the stairs to the lower deck. I poured two big glasses of
milk, grabbed a box of cookies, and headed back up.

"We might as well enjoy this milk because it won't last with the
fridge not working."

I held the glass to Kira's lips and she drank greedily at first, than
more slowly. I broke off some pieces of cookies and fed them to her.

"I ate nothing but fruit that had fallen around where I was," she
said. "I had to peel it behind my back and then eat it from the
ground. At least there was water close by where I ended up"

As she talked I rubbed her shoulders and back under her bound arms. I
couldn't imagine how she stayed sane, bound as she was for so long
with little hope of rescue. She began to relax and I gave her another
sip of the cold milk.

Taking the empty glasses I told her I had to go back to the pool and
get some water to wash out the salt water in the engine room.

"I have to do this soon before the salt corrodes things beyond
repair," I said. "After that, I'll try to get you a little more
comfortable."

Again, that gorgeous smile. "Thank you, you are very kind."

I went below and opened the engine room hatch and waded down into the
thigh high water. I reached down and opened the drain in the back and
looked around. The water had splashed over everything in the room, but
the battery compartment had sealed itself off and the fuel cells
looked in good shape. I grabbed the folding cart and two collapsible
water jugs and climbed back up on deck.

"Wait for me, I won't be long," I said as I headed off.

Kira:

Bill seems like such a nice man, I thought, as I sat back on the soft
cushions of the bench. He didn't seem too horrified at my predicament
however. Some men I have met were shocked when I revealed my desires
to be tied up, and many were just not interested at all. I remembered
one boyfriend I had at collage in San Francisco who laughed when I
presented myself naked and handcuffed to his dorm room bed. That one
really hurt, especially after he started to tell his friends. Though I
did have a few interesting encounters afterwards, as word of my sexual
preferences spread.

While I was thinking I was twisting my wrists under the chain binding
them, and rubbing my thighs together. No! I must stop this now and
wait for Bill to return.

Bill:

Kira is such a beauty, and so helpless. Just how I like my women, I
thought, as I hiked through the jungle towards the water pool. She
doesn't seem too embarrassed by her nudity, or her being bound. In
fact she hasn't complained about any of it. I guess she's relieved to
have been rescued, but maybe if I can play it cool this will turn into
a real nice time. I know she must have noticed the bulge in front of
my shorts, and once, when I lifted her onto the boat, her hands
brushed across my hard on. Even though she looked away, I thought I
saw a trace of a grin there.

When I reached the pool I quickly filled the two jugs and put them
back into the cart. Looking around, I grabbed a bunch of bananas and
some coconuts from the ground, and headed back.

Looking at my boat when I reached the beach I saw Kira, sitting where
I had left her, the breeze from the sea gently lifting her lovely
hair. When I reached the boat I tossed the bunch of bananas up on
deck.

"Look what I found for lunch!" I said

Kira's face dropped and after a few seconds I burst out laughing.

"No, don't worry," I said. "I'll heat up some beef stew from the
fridge. Unless you'd prefer the bananas?" I added with a grin.

That got the giggle I was looking for.

"Well I think I'll have the stew if it's O.K. with you," she said.

I climbed up on the deck and gave her shoulders a squeeze.

"Lets get you below and I'll try to make you more comfortable," I
said.

I picked Kira up and carried her down to the cabin. I took her into
the forward cabin and gently lay her down on the big bed. I then
fetched the first aid kit and a wet wash cloth. Lifting her feet up, I
let the chains slide up her legs and daubed the sores on her ankles
and feet.

"This doesn't look too bad," I lied. "I have some antibiotic cream I
can put on that will help these scrapes heal."

I gently spread some of the cream on the sores with one hand as I
rubbed the soles of her feet with my other hand. Like everything else
about her, her feet were perfect; not too big or small, soft and
smooth, damn, I have a tent in my pants! I used some cloth bandages to
wrap her ankles and I fastened them with two safety pins. I put a
little of the antibiotic cream on some scrapes on her elbows, and some
on the bug bites that were on her in various places.

"This will stop the chains from rubbing on you and let these sores
heal," I said. "I'll let you get some rest while I start on lunch.
Later on I will try to get you free."

I remembered the glint of the lightning off my hacksaw as it went
flying over the side last night. I was using it to cut loose the main
sail during the storm but, when the lightning struck, and it seemed to
crash right on top of me, my saw went one way and I dove for the cabin
hatch.

"I lost my hacksaw in the storm last night but I'll find something to
free you with," I said.

Kira looked at me over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. "I'm all
right, now that you have found me," she said.

I went back to the engine room and rigged a pump. Taking the suction
hose outside I put it in one water jug and started the pump. Than I
went back inside and began washing down the equipment inside the
engine room. When the first jug ran out I moved the hose to the second
and continued to rinse the outside of the electrical panels and the
backup diesel engine. When I finished the water from the two jugs I
drew a glass of what was suppose to be clean water from the filter and
tasted it. There was salt water mixed in with the supply from the
filter. That meant that the filter membrane had ruptured during the
violence of the storm.

The reverse osmosis filter supplied distilled quality water to a
catalytic reactor, which split the water into hydrogen and oxygen for
the fuel cell to make electricity. Some of this NASA technology was
experimental prototypes, but the fuel cell was a proven model from the
Apollo program. As I opened the drains to the systems I hoped that the
salt water had not ruined everything. I carry spare parts for most
things on board so I should be able to fix at least the filter to
provide drinking water when we get out to sea again. I had used a lot
of diesel fuel fighting the storm, and with no power for the electric
motor that left good old wind to take us out of here. There were solar
cells on the top cabin roof to charge the batteries for the navigation
computer and radio, so I felt sure we would make it back to
civilization sooner or later. Meanwhile, I felt that Kira and I would
have a nice time on this island.

I looked in on Kira and found her sleeping quietly on the big bed so I
left her to get some more water. On the way I dumped some frozen stew
in a pot and grabbed the grill from behind the door. Halfway up the
beach I kicked together some driftwood and set a fire. Then I headed
back to the pool to fill the water jugs again.

On the way back I placed the grill over the fire and put the pot of
stew on to heat. Back at the boat, I dumped half of one jug of clean
water into the fuel cell system and the other half into the filter.
Than I closed the drains and filled the fuel cell and reactor with
clean water. That done, I set out some plates on the table and cut up
a loaf of bread, and then I went out to get the stew.

When I returned, Kira was shuffling out of the bathroom and over to
the kitchen table.

"These bandages you wrapped on my ankles really help a lot," she said
to me. "Can I help with anything?" as she waved her bound hands behind
her back.

I put the pot down on the table and helped her sit down. "You don't
mind sharing a spoon, do you?" I asked, as I scooped up some of the
stew and held it to her lips. She tested it with her tongue, and then
wrapped her lips around the spoonful of stew.

I fed Kira most of the pot of beef stew, occasionally breaking off a
piece of bread and dipping it in the rich gravy and popping it in her
mouth. After she had eaten, I poured her a glass of juice and held it
for her to let her drink it down.

"Wow!" she said. "That was the best meal I ever had."

"Starvation can do that," I said, as I finished the last bits of the
meal. "Lets move to the couch and I'll start on getting you free."

She stood up and made her way to the bunk on the other wall as I
rummaged through my tool box looking for something to cut the chains
binding her. I found a small file and I sat down beside her. Taking
hold of the chain around her wrists, I scratched the file over a link.
The file didn't even mark it.

"This chain is hardened," I said to her. "I'll have to cut the lock
apart to get it off."

I started to file the brass lock near the top.

After about an hour I had made a small groove in the side of the lock.
After two hours I began to hit the shackle inside the lock and was
filing on an angle to cut around it. While I worked on the lock we
talked, first about things in general, but soon the conversation
turned much more interesting.

I never liked to force anything on another woman but preferred it if
interests were shared willingly. I had dated women who had wanted to
be forced to comply with my wishes, but I much preferred someone who
would willingly submit to my desires, and even to sometimes initiate
things on her own. Kira had not complained about her bonds or her
nakedness, and I suspected there was something more to it than just
being grateful for her rescue. It turned out I was right.

I had asked her how she could stand being tied up like this for so
long and her answer surprised me.

"I kind of like the feelings of helplessness that I get when I'm tied
up. Even when I was young, I would use a belt or skipping rope, and
tie my feet and hands, and pretend that I was being held hostage by
some rich sultan or someone. Later on, in highschool and collage, I
would tell some of the boys I dated of my fantasies, but I never found
anyone who had these same kinds of interests except for one.

"I had dated a boy in collage in San Francisco. Like all the rest,
when I told him about my sexual tastes he lost interest in me. But he
introduced me to his older brother and we dated a few times, dinner or
the theatre, that kind of thing. One day he asked me if I would like
to visit his friends farm about two hours north east of the city for
the weekend.

"When we arrived at the farm I met his friend, Leon, and we went
inside the old farm house. There were women and men coming and going
and I began to notice the some of the outfits they wore were kind of
bizarre. After coffee, Leon took me out to see the rest of the farm
and we went into the big barn in back. What I saw inside almost made
me faint.

"In three of the stalls were not horses, but women wearing nothing but
leather straps and buckles, just like a harness for horses. "These are
our pony girls," Leon told me. "The men and women here belong to a
club where we act out our fantasies to train, or be trained, as
ponies." On the other side of the barn two of the young men, "grooms"
he called them, were harnessing three more girls to a small wagon. The
girls were wearing thick leather harnesses around their bodies and I
saw their hands were bound tightly behind their backs. They also had
bridles on their heads and there were even shiny metal bits in their
mouths.

"I stood there weak kneed as Leon talked to one of the young men, and
then he turned to me and asked if I would like to go for a short ride.
I had moved forward as in a dream and I kept on staring at the girls
who were hitched to the wagon, one in front and two side by side
behind the first. "You can touch them if you like," said Leon. "They
won't bite."

"I reached out my hand and slowly stroked the side of the nearest
girl. At my touch she shook her head and pawed the ground with her
bare feet. There were small bells attached to her harness and they
jingled merrily. Leon had climbed up on the seat of the small wagon
and stretched out his hand to me. "Come on," he said, and I climbed up
beside him. He shook the reins and the team moved out of the barn and
into the bright sunshine. He cracked a whip over the girls heads and
we headed along the trail leading across one of the fields.

"The sight of those naked and bound girls ahead of me still gives me
shivers. The girls acted so much like real ponies, pumping their
strong legs up and down and shaking their heads to make the bells
tinkle. Leon drove the wagon around the field and back to the barn.
We stopped in front of the barn and climbed down. He handed the reins
to an older woman wearing a full riding outfit and he turned to me and
asked what I thought."

Kira went on to tell me how she believed that fantasies were all
right, but the people in this pony club had chosen to live their
fantasies full time.

"Leon told me that the girls, and even some boys that wanted to be
trained as ponies, would have to submit to anything that their masters
wished. That might include being whipped or sold to another master. I
was at first intrigued at the idea of being harnessed like a beast,
but I didn't think I wanted something like that for life. I knew I
didn't want to be whipped or beaten. That kind of pain may be alright
for some, but not for me.

"When I escaped from the men who had captured me, it was because I
knew I would never be able to stand for being beaten and owned by
someone else. I was getting tired of being alone in this world and I
figured it might be better to have my fantasy of being tied up and
maybe rescued or maybe not."

As she talked and I worked on the lock we had changed positions
several times and my arm was getting sore. I moved her arms to her
side and held the lock so she could look back and see the progress.

"Lets take a break," I said "My arm is getting tired from this. Are
you OK?" I asked her.

"I'm fine, Bill," she answered. "Can we lie down on the bed for a
while?"

Well gee I don't know. "Sure," I said. I helped her stand up, and then
I picked her up to carry her into the bedroom. I sat her down on the
big bed and then I sat beside her.

My arm was still around her back and I was gently rubbing her hair and
arms. I reached up with my other hand and brushed the hair from her
face and gave her a small kiss on her lips. She slid a little closer
to me and returned the kiss with more passion.

"Kira," I said to her. "I don't want you to think you owe me anything
for rescuing you. Helping someone in trouble is what any normal person
would do. But I guess you realize how much you turn me on, and I have
to tell you that your situation has a lot to do with it. The way you
are chained up is a real turn on for me. I have always liked the
"helpless captive" idea and here you have come gift wrapped to me.

"I know how you have found it hard to find someone with similar sexual
tastes to share in your fantasies. Although I have met lots of women
in my life, none have really had the same kind of preferences that I
have. I dated a girl once who liked to be tied up but could only enjoy
sex if I was to whip her at the same time. I tried it a few times, but
she kept wanting more pain and I didn't feel right beating her like
that. Another girl I met wanted me to control every aspect of her
life. That was fun for a while but it got so she couldn't make even
the simplest decision for herself. I would have to tell her when and
what to cook, when to eat, even when to shit.

"I know it's hard to find the right match. More so when you have
specific fantasies and won't settle for a plain vanilla relationship.
But you shouldn't get down about it. You are a very pretty girl and
I'm sure there is someone around for you."

Maybe someone like me, I thought.

Kira snuggled closer to me and whispered in my ear "Take off your
clothes."

I stood and pulled off my T shirt, and then I undid my shorts to let
them fall to the floor. My penis, which had been up and down all day,
sprang to attention. Kira leaned forward to take it into her mouth and
began to slowly suck on it.

As she slowly took my cock into her mouth I stroked her head. Leaning
over, I ran my hands up and down her arms and planted soft kisses on
the top of her head. When my hands reached hers, she grasped them
between her bound hands and she swirled my cock around her mouth with
her tongue. I moved over to sit on the bed beside her and she
followed me, never missing a stroke.

After a few minutes I stretched out on my back and helped her on top
of me with her legs around my head. I grabbed her hips and slid her
body up so her crotch was near my face. With her knees bent, her moist
sex opened up to me and I gave her cunt a big lick. While I tongued
her slit, her mouth again found my swollen member, and she began
sucking in earnest. I brought my legs up to help support her shoulders
as my hands first rubbed her ass and hands, then her feet, which were
in the air above my head, all the while tracing small circles around
her swollen clit with my tongue.

When I felt her orgasm near I hooked my thumb through the chain around
her ankles and pulled them towards her ass. Then I found the chain
connecting her hands and hooked it with my fingers. Her mouth had lost
my dick at this point and she began moaning loudly as I poked my
tongue deeper into her fragrant snatch. Her thighs started to squeeze
my head and she started to rock back and forth on top of me as she
began to cum. Her snatch was pulled from my face so I replaced it with
my other hand and plunged two fingers into her hot cunt as I fought to
hold her chains with my other hand.

She came for about half a minute as she thrashed her head back and
forth in my crotch and struggled in the "hog tie" I had her in. My
fingers in her cunt were slick with her juices. I slowly released my
grasp on the chain at her wrists and lowered her legs. I rolled her
off from on top of me and reached over the bed to the shelf to get a
towel to wipe my face and her sopping wet pussy. When I moved her hair
from her face she opened her eyes and gave me a big grin.

"That was fantastic!" she said.

"Oh but we're not done yet," I replied.

I stroked her flat belly and lush bush. I helped her roll onto her
back and I placed two pillows under her to keep the weight off her
arms beneath her. I then raised her legs in the air and knelt in front
of her with my knees on either side of her hips and my dick aiming at
her cunt. I hugged her legs and slid myself closer to her. With her
feet in my face, I started to work my throbbing cock into her slick
pussy. Kira was able to just touch my dick with her fingertips as I
slowly pushed into her. I started to stroke in and out of her as I
planted kisses on the soles of her bound feet while rubbing my hands
up and down her silky legs.

I began humping harder and faster, occasionally shifting my knees to
get closer to her. While I was holding her legs I began to play with
the chains binding her feet together. As I felt my own orgasm
beginning to stir I grasped the lock between her ankles tightly and
pressed my face into her feet, kissing them and taking little bites on
the tough skin of the bottom and sides. Kira was shifting her bottom
around in little circles and with each in stroke she would tickle my
balls with her fingertips. It wasn't too long before I began to feel
that freight train rumbling around the bend and heading for the
tunnel.

With my arm around Kira's thighs I pulled her closer to me and buried
my face between her feet as my orgasm started to peak. That amazing
feeling began of my very being flooding into my cock and through, into
the hot waiting pussy in front of me. I could hardly keep my balance
as wave after wave of hot cum shot into Kira's hungry snatch and I
almost toppled over, catching myself at the last moment as my orgasm
began to die down.

I crossed Kira's ankles and bent her legs, then bent down and planted
a big kiss on her damp forehead. She opened her eyes and gave me a
huge grin. "Wow!" was all she could say. I grabbed the towel and
pulled out of her, using the towel to catch the mess that was sure to
follow. I then pulled the pillows from under her and helped her roll
over onto her stomach. Rubbing the feeling back into her arms, I told
her how fantastic she was.

At some point it had started raining outside and we lay on the big bed
together, listening to the rain drumming on the roof of the cabin and
watching it streak down the windows. Kira's head was on my shoulder
and as I lazily stroked her back and long hair I thought on what a
brilliant stroke of luck it was crashing on this particular island.

We slept for about an hour with Kira's head on my shoulder. When I
woke, the sunlight had returned and was slanting in the west side and
highlighting her smooth ass and her shiny black hair that partly
covered her waist and her side. I tried to move my arm from under her
without waking her, but she woke up with a start and briefly struggled
with her bonds before she became aware of where she was. I brushed her
hair from her face and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Good morning Princess," I said to her.

"Good morning to you my Prince," she answered. "What time is it
anyway?"

"About mid afternoon, I guess. Lets go back to the other room and I'll
finish getting your arms free."

I slid off the bed and after pulling on my shorts I headed to the
toilet. As I finished a nice piss I turned to watch Kira shuffle in
and sit down on the toilet. Not only was she not embarrassed to pee in
front of me but she began to talk about how nice the sex we just had
was. She blushed a bit however, as I wet a washcloth and passed it
between her legs and ass. I just gave her a smile and a hug and I
helped her hobble over to the couch in the kitchen.

I reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Australian wine.
After showing her the bottle and getting an approving nod, I opened it
and poured some into a glass. I then held it to Kira's lips as she
drank from it. I took a drink myself, and then I picked up the small
file I had been using and started sawing the lock where I had been
cutting before. While I worked I talked a bit about myself.

I had worked as a stock broker, first in Toronto and then in New York,
and I had been quite good at it making large fortunes for some people
and a small one for myself. However I could never really stand the rat
race and longed for a more quiet and simpler life. I'd use some of my
vacation time to go to Florida and help my uncle build this boat, and
when he died I was pleasantly surprised to find he had left it to me
in his will. Earlier that same year my wife had left me for another
man, so I quit my job, sold everything, and set sail for parts
unknown. For the last six years I have just travelled around, and have
enjoyed every minute of it. Besides food and fuel my needs are few,
and the money I have is invested well so if I decide to settle down
someplace I could live the life of leisure if I wanted.

After about a half hour of sawing on Kira's lock I stood and went over
to my tool box. Returning with some pliers and a big screwdriver, I
gripped the lock with the pliers and tried to pry it open. The side of
the brass where I had been cutting began to bend and then the lock
popped open. I held her arms as I unhooked the lock and unwound the
chain from around her wrists.

"Don't move too fast," I cautioned. "This may hurt a bit."

I rubbed her arms and shoulders as Kira slowly brought her arms to her
sides and then to the front of her body for the first time in two
weeks. She began to smile and then so did I as she moved her hands up
over her breasts and then down across her belly and thighs. She then
turned, and putting her arms around me, gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, Bill," was all she could say.

I reached over and filled the wine glass, then handed it to her.

"Here, drink this, then let's go for a swim."

After we had both drank some of the delicious sweet wine I picked her
up and carried her up onto the deck. The tide had come up and the
water was about twenty feet from the boat as I helped her down onto
the sand. I carried her out into the warm water of the lagoon.

Even with Kira's feet bound together by the heavy lock and chain, she
could still swim like a fish. Like a mermaid? With her long hair
flowing around her body and her legs together that's surely what she
reminded me of. We splashed around in the water for a couple of hours
and made love again in the shallows at the south side of the lagoon
before slowly paddling back to where my boat was beached. I grabbed
the cart with the water jugs and went back to the fresh water pool to
fill them again. When I returned to Kira I poured some water over her
and myself to wash off the salt. I unwound the bandages from her
ankles and rinsed them and the scrapes made by the chains and hung the
bandages over the rail to dry.

The cream I had put on her ankles had done some good and I told her to
try not to move around much for a while till the bandages dry out and
I could put them back on her. I then went inside and picked up a
blanket, the half full bottle of wine and two glasses. I also found a
brush for Kira's hair. I spread the blanket on the beach near the fire
pit from lunch and then I carried Kira over and lay her down. I poured
the wine and handed her a glass.

We lay on the blanket and I watched Kira comb the tangles out of her
long hair. We then cuddled and touched each other for a while, until
the shadows from the forest lengthened along the beach. I told Kira
again how pretty I thought she looked and how much I enjoyed our time
together today.

"I had gotten use to my being alone," I said. "But finding you here is
going to make this time on the island a whole lot nicer. I feel really
lucky to have found you."

"I think I was lucky to have you find me," she replied. "I didn't
think that anyone would ever come out to this island and I was
beginning to believe that I'd die out here."

I got up and started to toss some driftwood into the fire pit. I
couldn't think of anything to say to Kira's last statement so I just
said "Fish for supper?" and wandered off to the boat. The thoughts of
such a beautiful creature as Kira suffering a most horrible death were
heavy on my mind as I prepared the dinner.

I made a sauce with a jar of tomatoes and added some herbs from the
fridge. I noticed the batteries were fully charged from the solar
panels and I reset the breakers to power the fridge. There may be
enough power to run this, I thought, and keep all the food from
spoiling. I then opened another bottle of wine and added some to the
sauce. I cut up the rest of a bluefish I had caught yesterday and
carried everything back outside. After making a fire, I put the grill
over it and set the pot on top to simmer. I went back and got plates,
some bread, the bowl of fish pieces, and a shirt for Kira.

"I thought you might be getting cold," I said as I handed her the
shirt.

I bent down and gave the pot a stir, then added the fish. When I
looked up, Kira had put on the shirt and was standing looking at me.
She gave an awkward twirl, almost loosing her balance, and I was
unable to suppress a giggle. Rather than concealing anything, the
flannel shirt seemed to accentuate her lovely breasts and barely came
down past her pussy in front. Her hair hung down past the shirt in
back and seemed to hug the curves of her ass and curl underneath. This
sight caused my dick to start twitching inside my shorts. I moved over
to her and gave her a big hug.

"You look marvelous," I said. "And I'm not kidding."

We sat down on the blanket and had dinner. Maybe it was the company
but the fish was delicious. Later, after I had cleaned up the dishes,
we just lay on the beach and sipped wine while the stars came out. I
put more of the ointment on Kira's ankles and wrapped the bandages
underneath her chains. The wounds looked much better now and I told
her that tomorrow I would try to cut loose the lock that bound her
feet together.

"It will probably take a few weeks to fix the boat and for me to get
you off this island," I told her. "I have stuff to patch the hull on
board and I can fix the sails and we should be able to get her back in
the water without too much trouble."

"I'm not in any hurry," Kira said. "There's no one waiting for me back
home, and I really don't miss much about my life back there. I like
you a lot, Bill, and if you want, I would like to stay with you after
we leave here."

"I would like that, Kira" I said.

A little later I carried Kira back to the boat and into the bedroom. I
put away the blanket from the beach and then returned to her. Kira was
lying on her stomach and she had her hands behind her back. When I sat
beside her I held both her wrists with one hand and I whispered in her
ear.

"Yes?"

"Please," was all she needed to say.

I went into the other room and picked up the chain I had left on the
couch, the one that had bound her wrists for the past two weeks. I
found a lock in a drawer and returned to the bed. I showed her the
lock and the key, then replaced her chain around her wrists and locked
it with my lock. Kira gave a little moan as the lock clicked shut.

I rolled Kira onto her side and then I lay down behind her. She drew
her knees up and I slid my dick into her hot pussy from behind her. As
I pumped away I would fondle her tits and pinch the nipples with one
hand while I held tightly to her bound arms with my other hand. After
only a few minutes we both exploded in a mind blowing orgasm.

After, we both fell asleep cuddled together with my arms around her
and my face in her hair. Her hands remained chained behind her, the
same way I'd found her that morning.

I awoke to the sound of rain drumming on the hatch above my head. Kira
was sleeping soundly on her stomach and I reached down to the floor to
retrieve the key from the pocket of my shorts. Quietly, I unlocked the
lock and took the chain off her wrists. Her hands slowly slid across
her butt and down to her sides and I gently stroked up and down the
small of her back. I didn't notice when she opened her eyes but as her
hand came up to brush the hair from her face I saw her look at her
freed arm and smile as she remembered that I had released them
yesterday.

"Good morning sweets," I said, and gave her back a small kiss.

I got up and padded into the kitchen and soon came back with two
glasses of orange juice. At some point in the night the fridge had
stopped from low power, but the juice was nice and cold so I knew the
food wasn't going to spoil. I sat down beside Kira and handed her a
glass. We cuddled for a while on the bed and soon I noticed that the
rain had stopped.

"I am going for a walk around the island to see what's here," I said.
"I'd like you to come too, but," shaking her foot and making her
chains rattle, "I don't think you could keep up. Please help your self
to anything you want. There is water in the jugs outside but if you
feel like cooking something use the fire pit outside. We will need all
the fuel we have for when we get out to sea again. I should only be
gone a couple of hours so when I get back I'll cook us some brunch."

"OK, see you soon," she said.

I put on my clothes and hiking boots and headed outside. The clouds
had disappeared and the sun was shining brightly as I made my way down
the beach. As I scampered over the rocks at the end of the lagoon I
thought back on yesterday, and Kira. Wow, what a beauty. Sleek black
hair, smooth golden skin, and the face of an angel. Yes it was a
stroke of luck to end up on this island, for sure.

The rocks soon gave way to more sandy beach and I wandered along for a
while until I saw what looked like a break in the trees. I turned up
and made my way along the rocky trail until I realised that this must
be the stream from the water pool behind the boat. I cut back through
the forest and back to the beach again, and I continued along it.

After about an hour I checked the compass and found I had covered over
half the circumference of the island. Even sooner than I expected I
saw the mast of my boat and I'd encountered no sign of humanity, save
for some bits of litter that had washed up on the shore. I had robbed
four eggs from a bird nest along the way and these I held up as I saw
Kira sitting up on deck.

She saw through my forced smile and said "There's no one on this
island, is there."

"It's so small we are lucky to have the water pool here," I said. "No
people, no buildings, I didn't even see a sign of people ever being
here."

"It's alright, Bill," she said. "I'm quite happy to stay here with
you."

While I had been gone, Kira had found the flour and stuff and mixed a
batch of batter for griddle cakes. I cooked the cakes and the eggs I
had found, along with some ham, and we had a lovely breakfast.

After we ate I picked up the file I had used yesterday and started
working on the chains around Kira's ankles. I quickly found out the
chains were hardened like the one that had tied her wrists, and the
file didn't mark them. I also soon realized that the heavy steel lock
between her feet was also hardened. In fact, after a half hour of
sawing different parts of the lock there was hardly a mark on it and
the edge of my file had worn smooth. Kira had been watching me and she
understood the problem before I said anything.

"I don't think I can get this off you, Kira," I said. "I use to have a
disk grinder, but I traded it for a gasket set for the engine six
months ago. Besides, there's no power to run it. I really don't have
anything here that will cut this off you. I am afraid you are stuck
until we get back to civilization."

I thought I saw the trace of a smile cross her face as my words sank
in.

"It's OK," she said. "Maybe I won't be able to help you as much as I'd
like to with the boat, but I'll try."

She lifted her feet up and touched the lock and said "This doesn't
bother me too much, you know."

I held her feet up and stroked the inside of her thigh.

"I guess you have figured out that this," I rattled her chain,
"doesn't bother me much either."

I moved my head under her feet and parted her knees. Then I brought my
face down to her warm bush and dipped my tongue into her slit. She
must have washed earlier, because there was only a faint womanly
smell. She was already wet down there. She lay down on her back and
pushed on the back of my head with her feet. I licked around her cunt
and then I parted the lips with my tongue and flicked it across her
clit. Her ass started jumping and she hooked her feet around my neck
to press my face tighter to her and she began humping my head. I
sucked her little erect clit in and out as I pushed my tongue into her
tight cunt. Soon, she arched her back up and I felt her push her arms
underneath her and grip her wrists together. Then she exploded in
orgasm that lasted almost half a minute as my face was crushed into
her and my mouth was soaked with her tangy tasting pussy juice.

Fan fucking tastic, I thought, as I slid out from under her and gasped
in air. I sat up and wiped my face with my shirt and watched her come
back to earth.

It took about four weeks to get the Christy back to sea worthy
condition. Both Kira and myself worked on the task, taking many breaks
during the day to swim, have sex, and just laze around on the beach. I
kept expecting the pirates that had kidnapped Kira to show up and
reclaim their treasure, but as the time went on I began to relax. I
guessed that they'd thought she hadn't survived long, or perhaps the
sailors that brought her here didn't want their captain to find out
how one of his valuable girls disappeared from his ship.

I was unable to restart the power system since the salt water had
destroyed the catalyst used to produce the hydrogen for the fuel cell,
but the solar panels kept the batteries charged enough to keep the
refrigerator running, so we had a way to keep the food fresh. The
water filter I was able to fix with some new membrane, so drinking
water was not a problem either.

I patched the hole in the hull with some fiberglass cloth and a half
gallon of resin. I added some support from inside by removing a
cabinet and a wall panel in the bedroom, shaping some pieces of wood
to fit, then resealing the inner hull and replacing the wall. Later
on, some grinding on the outside, and some paint, and it will be as
good as new. We were also able to patch together a full set of sails
and repair all the rigging that was torn down during the storm.

The most strenuous task was to get the boat off the beach and back
into the water. We did this by digging out a channel behind the boat
and part way under the hull. As the tide came in it would wash more
sand from under the boat and then we would go and dig some more. After
five days of this the boat began to slide down into the channel and
eventually we managed to winch the boat off the beach and further out
into deeper water. I found the keel stuck on the reef in the lagoon
and the mounting flanges on the boat and on the keel were undamaged.
When the storm had brought me here, and I had grounded out on the
reef, the bolts holding the keel on had sheared off as designed. It
was easy to float over the keel and winch it into place, and after a
little diving we'd installed new bolts in place.

When all was ready we sailed away from our little island and made
course for New Zealand. The navigation computer would not boot up and
the radio was also dead. I figured the lightning bolt that had made me
dive for cover in the storm had in fact hit a lot closer than I had
thought, and had killed most of the electronics on board. However, I
had charts on paper, and a hand held Global Positioning System unit,
so finding our way back to civilization was not a problem.

After five weeks at sea we arrived at Auckland and docked there in the
late afternoon. I hurried ashore and found a tool rental shop and
picked up a small disk grinder just before they closed. I then
returned to the boat to release Kira from her bonds. I spread a tarp
on the floor and wrapped her feet with wet towels so the sparks
wouldn't burn her. I then clamped the lock between her feet to a piece
of wood. As she held it, I lay the grinder wheel into the shackle of
the lock. After less than ten minutes I had her feet free.

Kira was ecstatic to finally regain the use of her legs after so long.
She began by taking a few small steps around the cabin and soon she
was running and skipping the length of the boat.

We settled in the bedroom, her, with her legs spread wide inviting me
to enter her. We started in the good old missionary position, then
switched to me on my back and her on top of me, riding my cock for all
it was worth. As we both began to peak, Kira threw her head back and
her hair cascaded down her back and tickled my balls. This sent me
over the edge and I arched my back up to drive deeper into her. Kira
rocked back and forth as she came and I could feel her cunt muscles
milking my dick and seeming to pull it in deeper.

After we had come down, we lay on the bed for a while, basking in the
warm afterglow of our lovemaking. A bit later on we both got cleaned
up and went out into town for some supper. It was so nice to have Kira
walking beside me for a change. We found a nice restaurant that
overlooked the harbour and I ordered some champagne to celebrate our
good fortune. We had a great dinner with fresh salad, clam chowder and
some nice steaks. As night began to fall we took coffee "to go" and
walked along the beach. We found a group of young people partying
around a fire and joined in. We danced in the moonlight and it was
much later on that we returned to the Christy.

Epilogue:

Kira has stayed with me for this past two years and after the repairs
at Auckland were completed we sailed on to Australia, Japan, Thailand
and the Indian ocean. When we are out sailing, I would often put the
chains back on her hands and feet like when I first found her. She is
quite happy to stay like this and be my pampered bedroom slave. I will
keep her bound like this sometimes for weeks at a time and she has
never asked to be let loose as I literally wait on her hand and foot.

[The End]