Chapter 12

The water eventually receded from the cavern entrance. Soldier had recovered from the second fucking and was already showing new interest in Myra, but he was doing so in a half- hearted manner that suggested he could be dissuaded. Myra touched her clothes and withdrew with distaste. The oppressive heat had dissipated and the material was clammy and cold. She decided at once that she would not subject herself to the torture of wearing them.

She buried the remnants of her panties in a pile of seaweed and spread her shirt and blouse and bra on a boulder near the rear of the cave. Then she turned to Soldier.

"Come on, honey," she remarked. "Time to go!"

He pressed his muzzle tentatively against her crotch, but when she pushed his head away he made no protest. They returned to the ledge outside the entrance and surveyed the beach. The sun was low in the west, its rays illuminating jumbled masses of debris the storm waves had cast ashore. The tide had not gone all the way out, but the finger of rock that had trapped them was once again out of water and a narrow strip of sand showed beyond the end each the surf receded. Myra and Soldier set out without delay. She felt a little self-conscious about the fact that she was wearing no clothes, but amusement won out over embarrassment as she considered her sexual exploits of the past twenty-four hours. When she reached the house the sun was disappearing and the clouds which had brought the storm were dwindling in the east.

She let herself in at the kitchen door in the hope that the others would be clustered around the fireplace at the other end of the huge room and would not notice her until she could slip upstairs and dress. She had no such luck.

"Jesus Christ, hon! Where..." Rocky's exclamation died in his throat. "What the hell! Your clothes!"

"I got caught by the storm. You can get trapped on that damn beach!" She omitted mention of Soldier.

Ward gave her a curious look. "Fact is, you get a real tide and that beach is a Goddamn death cell! How the hell did you get away?"

"Death cell?" She felt that was over-dramatic.

He shrugged. "A good high tide covers the whole damn thing. Surf pounds right up against the bluff. And nobody could survive that." He still studied her with a perplexed expression creasing his features. "Good thing you got trapped near the path."

"I didn't. You know that arm of rock that stretches out from the bluff?"

Ward nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, I was wandering way down the beach beyond that when the storm came in. By the time I realized how fast the tide was rising, it was too late to get around the end."

Bonnie gasped and exchanged glances with Ward, "But there's no other way out! Come on, Myra!"

"You didn't know about the cave. There's one down there. And it runs uphill inside, so the water doesn't fill it."

"Good God! Where!" Everybody clamored for details. Someone even asked how she had chanced to discover the opening.

She ignored that question and described the cavern itself. "So I was soaked, and it was real warm in there. I undressed so my clothes would dry, but they were still clammy when the water level went down. And here I am, naked as a jaybird with all of you asking questions."

Rocky came to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "You're pretty damn lucky you found that cave," he observed. "I've walked the whole length of that beach both directions, and I didn't have any idea there was a cave. Hon, you could be a corpse down there right now!"

His voice conveyed the depth of his emotions. She leaned against him with a thrill at his display of concern. Sometime she would tell him how Soldier had led her to the safety of the crevice, but not this night. She suspected such a revelation would lead to too much accurate guessing.

"I feel awfully conspicuous," she said. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed."

Before Rocky released her, he whispered to her. "Just a skirt and blouse. You're it, as soon as we've eaten."

"Me! No fair! What about you guys?"

"How about tomorrow morning? We all took a vote while we were waiting for you."

"Oh, you bastards!" But the prospect gave her a fierce tingle of pleasure, and she ram to the stairs. "Hurry up and get supper on the table!"

She showered quickly. Afterward, she dabbed perfume in strategic spots and put on a halter and a short skirt. Fair or not, she was delighted to know that they intended to make her it in the evening's game.

They had taken her at her word and had the food on the table when she got back downstairs. The atmosphere seemed charged with excitement; everyone ate rapidly and silently. Leanne and Bonnie refused Myra's help with the dishes.

"You spend a few minutes relaxing, sweetie," advised Leanne. "By the time you get through tonight, you're going to be grateful you had a few minutes of quiet."

Myra shivered in spite of herself. Leanne's tone made it obvious they had not only selected their victim but planned the game. When she retired to the fireplace and sprawled in one of the chairs to soak up heat from the cheery blaze, the men's glances reinforced her impression that she was in for a strenuous experience.

When the dishes were done, the other two women joined the group at the fireplace. Bonnie was wiping her hands on her apron. Neither woman bothered to sit.

"Come on, guys," urged Bonnie. "We spent so much time talking about it that I can't wait!"

Rocky tied Myra's hands together and pulled her to her feet. "You ready?" he asked softly.

"Christ! Does it matter?"

He chuckled. "Not unless you feel really beat. And I figure you'd have said so by now."

Without waiting for a response, he stepped onto the arm of the massive chair and passed the end of the rope over one of the ceiling beams. He hauled in the slack and drew her arms over her head. When they were taut, he secured the feet end of the rope and backed off to survey her.

"Jesus! Wonder how come it never occurred to me how Goddamn sexy you would look this way?"

"I'll bet it did," she retorted, her voice strained by her position. "You just never had the guts to do it to me."

"Can you imagine letting me?"

"I... honey, I think I might have. Even before I realized how stupid all those ideas about modesty and the rest of it were."

"Not without a lot of objections, I'll bet." He returned and passed his hands over her breasts in gentle caresses.

She gasped. The effect of his touch seemed entirely different thaw it had when they had spread-eagled her on the table. She wondered at the tremendous influence position had on sensitivity. But they gave her little time for reflection. All four of the others converged on her. They seemed in no rush to reach extreme levels of excitement. Or, she thought, maybe we're all so excited they figure they don't have to do everything at once.

They concentrated on her limbs at the beginning, except for Rocky, who continued his gentle, unhurried caresses on her breasts. Each of the other men knelt to stroke her legs, while their wives fondled her upper arms. Although neither Ward nor Jim quite touched her cunt, neither one pretended to be restrained by her skirt. Their caresses started at her ankles and continued over her calves onto her thighs, feather-light and tantalizingly slow. Ward, at her left leg, used both hands. With one on the inner side and the other on the outer, he felt his way up the leg almost to the top before stopping the progress of the hand on the inside. The other hand slid onto her bare hip and over it to the waistband of her skirt, then around onto her asscheek. Meanwhile, the motionless hand simply rested on quivering flesh, his thumb a fraction of an inch below her cunt.

She enjoyed the caresses and stood with feet well separated to give both men free access. She felt again the sense of primitive joyousness in this amoral attention to pleasure. Her body thrilled to her position and to the multiple stimuli her husband and friends applied. And she fervently hoped they would be as inventive in their game as she and Soldier had been in the cave.

She made a special point of keeping her feet motionless. There were moments when a gliding hand passed over some unexpectedly sensitive spot and caused her to rise on the balls of her feet. And at other times the hand resting just below her pussy created so much warmth and desire in her that she let her knees sag and hung by her wrists in an effort to lower her steaming labia onto the enticing thumb. But she kept each foot on the spot where she had originally placed it.

Her body was more difficult to control, nor did she try very hard. She twisted her hips and, from time to time, her shoulders. In those intervals of peak enjoyment, she found herself either thrusting forward or jerking backward. As had been the case in the cavern, she was willing for the situation to continue indefinitely.

She knew it would not. Sooner or later one of those hands would press into the wet heat of her cunt. Or Rocky would slip his hand inside her halter. In fact, Bonnie and Leanne acted simultaneously to unfasten her halter at back and neck. It fell to reveal her boobs, and Rocky backed away.

She looked down to discover that her extended arms tugged at fibers that elevated and tilted the full, smooth globes. Her nipples were taut and hard; she wondered briefly if there had been an hour at Pulsegate when they had not been. She tapered gracefully to the slender waist, even more noticeably concave in her present position. Her skin gleamed softly, highlighted by the glow from the fireplace.

The women laid their hands on her rib cage and pressed close.

"Mind if we play, love?" asked Bonnie mischievously.

"No," Myra whispered.

Her hostess placed a light kiss on Myra's nipple. Leanne, strangely, lifted her hands and drew her fingertips over Myra's cheeks. To Myra's amazement, the black-haired girl leaned in and pressed her lips to Myra's mouth. When Myra attempted to jerk her face away, Leanne held it firmly between her hands and worked her lips savagely. Helpless to resist, Myra endured the kiss. The other woman's lips looked full; to Myra, they felt ripe and soft and moist, and the girl's breath had a sweet, fresh scent. Slowly, Myra's resentment began to melt and she permitted herself to enjoy the erotic sensation without worrying about prohibitions concerning female relationships.