Chapter 71: Island Jaunt

While Harry and Rick set up the colonial collection I arranged to take my trip to see Steve.

I felt I should let Kelly know that I wasn't going to be around for a while and the night I was due to leave I wasn't far from her place so I thought I'd drop in. I tried her mobile a couple of times but didn't get a reply.

I got to her house. It looked as if she was there. The car was outside and there were lights on. I rang the bell. There wasn't any answer but I was sure I could hear people moving around inside. I rang the bell again, longer this time. Eventually through the frosted glass of the front door I saw someone coming.

Kelly opened the door. Dressed in a black polo and slacks she looked pretty hot, but she didn't seem too happy to see me. "Oh," she said, "It's you."

"Hmm," I said. "Not a great welcome. Shall I go away?"

Kelly looked apologetic and a little embarrassed. "Sorry," she said and then laughed. "It's just ... Oh look, come on in, you'll get the picture." She led the way up the hall. I shut the door behind me.

We got to the living room and I saw what she was embarrassed about. Sprawled on her living room floor were two helplessly bound and gagged women. "This is Larry, a friend of mine," Kelly said to the two of them. "Don't worry, he's cool with this."

From the looks on their faces I didn't think they were.

"Larry, this is Brianna," Kelly pointed to a hog-tied red head, rolling from side to side on the floor as she struggled against the ropes that tied her wrists, ankles, knees and elbows. Her mouth was filled with a knot tied into the middle of a scarf that was gagging her but she was still able to communicate that she wasn't happy with my arrival. "and this is Sue." Alongside the red head, a girl with short blond hair was struggling with her own bonds. Both were fully clothed; Sue in a pale blue dress, Brianna in brown trousers and a cream sweater. Kelly turned back to me. "Do you want some tea," she asked impishly. I nodded. She said, "Have a seat, I won't be a minute."

I sat down on the couch, Kelly's two captive friends struggling and mewling at my feet. Kelly was evidently quite proficient in her use of ropes. Neither of the girls showed much sign of being able to get free.

True to her word, Kelly didn't take long. She emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. She sat down on the couch alongside me.

"I didn't have you down for doing the tying," I said.

"It's not ideal," said Kelly. "We take turns." Brianna and Sue looked distressed that Kelly was discussing things but they couldn't really object. "I'm going to be in real trouble when it's their go after this." Brianna gave her an affirming nod. "Still what the hell." She leant forward and rolled Sue over on her face. As she sat back on the couch with her tea, she put her feet on Sue's bottom, using her as a foot stool. The girl gave a muffled whimper of protest. "Now, what can I do for you?" Kelly asked.

"I don't know that it's the best time," I said, nodding to the two girls that were still struggling on the floor. "I'm going to be away for a while, so I thought I'd come and say to look after yourself while I'm away."

"That's nice," said Kelly. "It's a shame though. Maybe you could have come around and tie all three of us up." Brianna and Sue took to grunting their protests.

"Sounds like you have some persuading to do," I said, though the idea of the three of them, trussed up for fun had a considerable appeal. "Look, I'll leave you to this. I'll give you a call when I get back."

Kelly looked down at the two helpless girls. "Yeah," she said, "It's probably best. I'll see you out."

We walked out to the hall together. As I stopped at the door I kissed her. She kissed me back, enthusiastically. "I meant what I said about the three of us," she said. "They will have so got off on this, you know."

"And I meant what I said about look after yourself," I replied. "I'm not sure how long I'll be away."

"You look after yourself too, then," she said, and we parted.

The flight out to Barbados was uneventful — just how I like them. The security routines at the airport were particularly tedious, especially since I knew that a container was going out, with a couple of girls doped and helpless, in the hold of the same aircraft that I was sitting in. "Did you pack your bags yourself, sir?" : "Yes." : "Does your checked baggage contain any of the following prohibited items?" : "No, but there is a 24 year old blonde and a 30 year old brunette that you might be interested in..." Customs and Immigration at Grantley Adams International were no problem. Then it was just a short taxi ride down to Bridgetown Harbour in order to meet up with Steve's seaplane.

The pilot put the Beaver down close to the pier as we taxied in I could see someone waiting in the dusk as the sun set. I climbed out of the 'plane, grabbed my bag from the back seat — no helpless mewling female cargo this time — and stepped across from the Beaver's float and on to the wooden jetty.

"Hi," said a voice. "You must be Larry. Steve asked me to meet you."

I looked up from my bag to see the broad smile of Lady Marchmont. She extended a hand and I reached forward to take it. "Hi," I said, puzzled somewhat to see her walking around without at least some sign of restraints. She was wearing the shortest of denim cut-offs and a sleeveless denim shirt tied off under her tits. There were no cuffs, collars, or shackles that I could see and nowhere to hide them either.