Chapter 7. Escape
For four weeks life on the island was almost routine, as far as living alone on
an island can be. On fine days we walked over the hills and did a little filming
of birds on their nests. When it was calm, we took the inflatable rubber dinghy
around the coast to visit sites or film the seals. On the pre-visits to sites we
used the petrol outboard engine to power the boat. The petrol engine is faster
and has a longer range than the quiet electric motor we used when creeping up to
the seal colony for filming. Louise learned to control the boat as part of her
'sound assistant' duties and became quite competent. On one particularly nice
calm day we went all the way round the island, spent some time fishing and had a
picnic lunch. When off the southern tip of the island she found it quite awe
inspiring to know there was only water between our little rubber boat and the
Americas.
Wet days were spent doing chores around the house, mending gear and doing some
improvements to the living conditions. On occasion I went out alone and left
Louise in the house cooking or cleaning. Our sex life became varied both in
times and techniques. Wet days when we were in the house we fucked at anytime.
On filming or walking days when we arrived home tired we waited until bedtime or
the next morning. At first she just permitted me to fuck her, laying there and
accepting what happened but showing no enthusiasm. Later she began to respond
positively although she never initiated anything.
One thing that spiced our technique. Unbeknown to Louise I had brought along her
library of Black Lace books and about a week after our arrival I brought them
out and made her read the first one out loud while we lay in bed. This off
course had the effect of making us hornier and we tried some of the positions
the heroines had been forced to. Sub-consciously I think Louise wanted to be
made to do these things. Things she wouldn't do of her own violation.
One evening it took a new turn. Louise was a bit upset with something that
wasn't going right. She was only trying to mend a tear but the material just
tore more. In the end she threw it across the room. Realising what she had done
she turned to me with open mouth. "Ooops. Sorry. That wasn't serious enough for
punishment was it?"
"Oh, yes," I smiled, "Not very serious but definitely deserves a spanking."
"No, please, no."
I cleared the table and told her to lean over it. Again she pleaded to be
excused this time. "Get over the table or it will be the flogger and not my
hand, Lou." Reluctantly she moved to comply with my instructions. She hadn't
worn any of the restraints since the first day so I just fastened her wrists to
the table legs with lengths of cloth. I didn't tie them tightly so she could
have freed herself if she wished. They were only token restraints. Baring her
arse, I began to spank her first with rapid strokes then as the blush on her
flesh increased slowed the pace and would have concentrated more on her sex
organs had it not been for her period and it was rather messy around that area.
Even so the spanking seemed to have provoked some response within her and
certainly it had provoked me. We had read about anal sex in her books. Usually
the heroine was forced to submit to a prick 12 inches long and 3 thick. Mine was
more normal being only 7 inches and only 1-1/4 thick. Having her bend over the
table with her arsehole in full view, I decided now was the time to find out
what anal sex was like. Taking a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, I
greased her hole and my cock.
As soon as she had an inkling of my intentions Louise started to struggle
vigorously. I whacked her arse again. "Stay still. It is time we at least tried
this. Relax, it is not supposed to hurt as much that way. I'll take it easy and
see how it goes. Gay's do it all the time so it can't be that bad."
Slowly I pushed my cock at her entrance. Gradually she relaxed and I was able to
enter. Once past the opening, I was able to push all the way in and began slowly
to fuck her and at the same time massaged her clit to stimulate her too. I found
it an enjoyable experience but Lou said that while it wasn't too painful she
didn't really enjoy it. Given time I thought that perhaps she would.
We had been on the island about four weeks when it happened. The weather was dry
if overcast, with a little breeze. We'd had a long, tiring trip out in the
inflatable the previous day so when I decided to take a walk to the top of the
cliffs to see how a couple of nests were faring, Louise pleaded to be left
behind to do a few chores around the house. I was a little surprised at the
request but we had begun to trust each other so I agreed.
Reaching a sheltered spot near the cliff top I settled down with my binoculars
to watch the nests and also the diving gannets. Rory's boat was a few miles away
and I could see him paying out his long fishing lines. It would take nearly an
hour to get the several miles of baited line into the water. I had been there
only about 45 minutes when I heard the faint sounds of an outboard motor.
Puzzled I scanned the sea with the binoculars and picked up the unmistakable
sight of my inflatable with Louise aboard wearing her red life jacket. She was
trying to escape.
I began to panic. I doubted if she had filled the petrol tank after our long
trip yesterday so there would only be enough fuel for part way to the mainland
and secondly I knew she would have difficulty in controlling the boat once it
was clear of the island and out if its lea. Fortunately I had the mobile phone
with me. Did Rory have his? Dialing his number the phone rang and I noticed him
look towards the cabin but carried on paying out line. I guessed he wouldn't
answer it until all the line was out.
Concentrating on watching Louise she was making good progress shorewards. The
water was choppier and the inflatable was bouncing more but she seemed in
control. In a way I was pleased with the way she had learned to handle the boat.
But did she remember to fill the petrol tank? The boat had now gone further than
I expected. Perhaps she had but somehow I doubted it. Five minutes later I knew
she hadn't.
I saw her trying unsuccessfully to re-start the engine. The boat was now at the
mercy of the wind and waves and was being thrown about like a balloon. I dialed
and re-dialed Rory's number. Still it went unanswered. Louise was now in rough
water and being blown to the open water of the Bristol Channel. At last Rory
answered the phone. I explained the situation. "I'm on my way lad. Aye guess you
haven't been treating her right if she wants to escape this badly!"
The two boats were several miles apart but at least from my vantage point I
could see both and direct Rory. It was half an hour later I saw him alongside
the inflatable. I was surprised he didn't take Louise on board the boat but just
took the inflatable in tow. It would be a very rough trip for Louise. The small
dinghy bounced alarmingly. Louise struggled to hold on to the safety straps and
I could see she was being sick.
Making my way back to the jetty, I awaited their arrival. The wind had increased
so instead of tying up Rory threw me the painter from the inflatable and then
backed away. "We're quits now," he yelled. I gave him the thumbs up sign.
Waiting until the dinghy was on the crest of a wave, I pulled it on the beach
and helped Lou out. She was shivering and could not stand. Her legs were like
jelly. Tying the boat to the pier, I lifted Louise over my shoulder and carried
her to the house. She was now shivering uncontrollably and couldn't talk
coherently. Hypothermia. I must get her warm I thought. In the house I stoked
the fire, put the bricks in the oven and took off her soaked clothing. This took
considerable effort as she couldn't do anything for herself and was shivering
violently. After giving her a hard rub with dry towels, I managed to get her
into the bed. I had to get her warm. Two of the bricks were warm enough to heat
the bed a little. Her condition had me very worried. Should I call 999 and get
the emergency helicopter? At that moment Louise's eyes opened and she whispered.
"Sorry," before drifting off again. I decided to wait a few minutes.
Stripping off myself, I climbed on top of her hoping to use some of my body heat
to revive her. Cuddling her I kept talking in her ear in case she could hear.
Gradually the shaking eased and her eyes opened. She tried to speak but I put a
finger across her lips and then kissed her. "Lie still for a while, Lou and let
yourself warm up."
For a while she did just that. After another half hour or so I needed to tend
the fire and at the same time exchanged the bricks for warmer ones. She seemed
nearer to normal when I got back in bed and again lay naked on top of her. The
warmth now from our bodies had the inevitable effect of giving me a hard-on but
I made no attempt to have sex with her. I kissed her and as I withdrew she put a
hand round my neck and pulled my lips back to hers. She then slid her hand down
to my cock and inserted it in her vagina. That was a real surprise. This was the
first time ever that she had taken the initiative. Was she actually attracted to
me or was this a move to mitigate her punishment? After a gentle fuck we lay
side by side arms wrapped around each other.
"Why Lou? You had me really worried - I thought you were a goner. Why? Why? Why?
I thought you had begun to enjoy life here. I thought we had at least become
used to each other and had begun to live together without too many problems."
"I'm sorry Eric. Very sorry. I wasn't trying to escape from Alcatraz as you
probably think. I was coming back. I know I didn't work it all out and caused
you a lot of agro and heartache as well as causing myself a lot of pain and
unpleasantness. I'm so sorry, I expect you will want to whip me again."
"Lou, I don't WANT to whip you but you did cause a great deal of trouble not
only to me but to Rory as well. He had to leave his fishing just to find you and
bring you back. I nearly called out the search and rescue helicopter but luckily
I had stopped on the cliff top instead of going right across the island and the
visibility was good so I could see you and direct Rory to your position. Had
that not been the case you could have been blown right out to sea and gone
forever. I didn't want to lose you. I've become very attached to having you here
not as an indentured servant but as a friend and companion. In fact Lou, I love
you."
Lou began sobbing again. "I did it for you," she cried, "I did it for you. I
planned it but it seems not well enough. I deliberately didn't go with you this
morning as I thought you would be out all day and I could slip to Llannryn and
return before you came back."
"Why, Lou? Why?"
"Oh well, I guess I'll be whipped anyway so you might as well know the whole
story. I found out it was your birthday in three days time so I thought I would
get you a present. You have never given me any money of my own but I knew there
was some in your old jacket pocket so I borrowed it. I intended to pay it back
later and I will. Today the sea seemed fairly calm and I thought I could handle
the boat well enough for the distance between here and Llannryn. I just assumed
there was enough petrol in the tank to get me there and back. I don't know what
I was going to buy but I wanted it to be a surprise. So there you have it. I
stole money, I stole the boat, I caused you a lot of pain, I caused Rory a great
inconvenience. I was punished for it by the journey back so please take that in
consideration when deciding how much to whip me."
"Lou, I am not going to whip you. Before your punishments have always been
because you lost control of yourself. This time you made a conscious decision to
do something. Something you thought was a good idea, something you thought would
please me. It went badly wrong because you thought you knew more than you did.
It was your lack of knowledge. In a way I cannot blame you for that. You were
punished by the sea but I will punish you too tomorrow. You will have to clean
the inside of the inflatable of all the mess you made in it! I wonder why Rory
didn't get you into his boat?"
As if to answer my question the mobile phone rang. It was Rory. "How's the lass
then?" he enquired, "Was she trying to escape your clutches?"
"No, Rory, she's seems to be recovering but she was so cold when she came in I
couldn't stop her shivering. Shivering has stopped now and she is awake again.
And, no, she wasn't trying to get away, she was heading for Llannryn to get me a
birthday present. Can you believe that?" She didn't check the fuel before she
left. Why didn't you take her onboard your boat?
"Och aye, I tried well enough but she was too afeared to let go of the safety
straps. Mind you there was a wee swell on oot there."
Louise tapped my arm and indicated she wanted a word. She thanked Rory which I
thought was something she would not have done a few weeks ago and then went on
to apologize to him for the trouble she has caused. I was amazed. I hadn't asked
her to do it.
Rory said, "It's okay lass, now him and me are quits. You ask him later. When's
his birthday then?"
"Two days time, Thursday."
"Can he hear what I am saying?"
"No."
"I'll see if Nancy will bake a cake and if the weather's not too bad we'll bring
it over as a surprise. See yer then. Bye."
"What did he say?" I enquired.
"He said to say, that you're now quits. What's that all about?"
"Oh, I saved his life a while back when his foot got caught in the long line and
he was pulled overboard. Now he saved yours in return. We are now quits.
"I have to pee," Louise murmured.
Louise slid her legs to the floor and then found she was still too shaky to
stand. I helped her to the loo and sat beside her. One again our piss mingled on
its way to the heap below. Louise spoke. "Eric, while I was in the boat and
again as I lay here shivering in the bed, I thought I was going to die and my
mind wandered through my life, my past life of trying to dominate and control
everyone to my wishes. Of being unpleasant and rude. I thought I was on top but
in reality I was lonely and unhappy. No one liked me. No one did things for me
because they wanted to. When you first took charge of me I hated it. Apart from
being a very painful experience, I had lost control of my life. When we came
here, I did think of it as a prison but in the past few weeks I have learned
there is a freedom here. I don't have to keep up appearances, don't have to put
on a show, don't have to spend hours deciding what clothes to wear. I have had
to work to live and make life more comfortable. If I didn't get fuel in, there
would be no fire, if I didn't prepare food we wouldn't eat. I know you help with
those things too so its been a partnership. Even though I am an indentured
servant, for the last week or two it hasn't felt like it. You allowed me to go
off on my own, to choose what we would eat and all sorts of little things like
that. You were right just now when you said we were living together more
harmoniously. I was happier than I have been all my life. That is why I wanted
to get you a gift, even if it was just a token one. Eric, can I ask you a
favour?"
"Go ahead, Lou."
"Will you extend my indenture period indefinitely?"
"Lou, that sounds like a marriage contract. Are you proposing to me? Here while
we piss together?"
"Yes, I suppose I am."
"Lou, provisionally I will say yes. I do love you but I don't want it to be that
you were forced to make this proposal because of the circumstances. It is one
thing to live together on an island like this, quite another in the 'real world'
where we have to interact with other people. People who will know you for what
you were. I know it is an odd way round by what most people would consider
normal but then our relationship hasn't fallen into that category all along,
what I suggest is that I provisionally say yes now and you ask me again two
months after your indenture period ends to confirm it. I know I have made you to
do a lot of things but this is for life and I don't want you even to feel forced
into it."
Tears welled in Louise's eyes again. "You don't really want me do you? You think
I will go back to being my old self."
"Lou, I would like nothing better than to marry you and I think we could make a
go of it. It is just I want you to have a real choice not one made because of
circumstances. And you know that if you were with me and you started to return
to your old bad tempered ways, how you would be treated. Contract or no, your
arse would be sore."
She kissed me. "Okay, I will ask again on September 4th."
"I guess that must be one of the strangest situations for a marriage proposal,"
I said, "The pair of us sitting here pissing naked in a smelly bog. Can't be
many couples like us. Come, let me help you back to bed while I cook some food."
Soon after 6 o'clock the phone rang again. It was May. She usually phoned at
weekends when the rates were cheaper and while she always enquired about Louise
she never spoke directly to her. "How is she?" she said.
"Oh you know Louise, she's lying in bed expecting me to wait on her." Louise
picked up a pillow and made as if to throw it at me. "Actually you don't know
Louise she's ....."
"Rory phoned," May cut in.
"Oh, right. She is in bed as I said and although she seems very tired, she's
okay. Look, I think it is time for you to talk to her."
"I don't know if she or I are ready for that," she said.
"We'll soon find out." I gave the phone to Louise.
"Hello Mum, how are you?"
They talked pleasantries for a few minutes and then Louise asked me to leave the
room as she wanted to talk to her mother in private. I continued to cook the tea
out of earshot. Five minutes later Louise called out, "We're done now."
"What was all that about," I enquired.
"Just wanted to try and make things up a bit." I suspected that wasn't the whole
truth but I didn't say anything.
Thursday came. Overcast but calm. Lou wakened me with her rendition of Happy
Birthday Old Man. The big three oooh day etc. At midday I heard a motor boat and
was surprised when Rory turned up with Nancy, May and Ernie. Not only did they
arrive but brought all sorts of goodies so instead of our ordinary midday lunch
we had a real birthday party. Louise had part organised it with Rory, and Rory
called May who got Ernie to drive her over.
They were all amazed at the difference in Louise. She hugged her mother and
begged her to forgive what she had done. May's face was still a little swollen
and she had an odd slant to her mouth but was no longer in too much pain and as
able to do her cleaning job again. She told us Ernie had been a great help while
we were away and I gathered he spent a lot of time at her house.
All too soon it seemed they had to leave and we were left to our own devices
again. It is at such times when the atmosphere goes flat after a high, that
depression can set in. Louise was quiet.
"Thanks, Louise that was the best birthday I've had for a long while."
"I didn't do much," she said, "You have to thank Nancy for most of the
organisation."
"Come here," I said.
"Is that an order master?"
"Yes."
We kissed and went to bed tired but happy.
