It was the feel of a soft, warm tongue licking across my face that slowly brought me back out of the darkness. “I’m okay, boy,” I wheezed, as I forced myself up onto my elbows. Wave after wave of agony echoed through my side with each shallow breath which I took; I’m certain I’ve broken several ribs. Cracking open one eye, Shadow’s dirty and soaked head was the first thing to greet my blurry vision, as he whined and licked me repeatedly across the nose and cheek. Painfully forcing out my hand, I slowly patted him on the head several times, causing his whole body to tremble with excitement. “How long have I been out, boy?” I asked, trying to push him down to view my surroundings.
Contrary to what I was thinking at first, I didn’t find myself in a warm hospital bed, nor was I even stretched out upon the bed of some passing ship which had rescued us. Instead, I was laying sprawled out upon a warm sandy beach, with the morning sun slowly starting to rise and illuminate the sky. Lush, thick vegetation lined the edges of the beach, with no sign of man’s handprint upon the environment. My first impression was this looked like some sort of exotic, deserted, tropical paradise. My second impression was BOOBS!!
As I slowly panned my head left to right to survey my surroundings, I was shocked when I realized I wasn’t alone in this deserted paradise setting. Not too far from me, off to my right and a little closer to the tide line, was two lovely young women. The first was sitting cross-legged, with her arms hung limply by her sides, rocking back and forth slowly, while staring unblinkingly at the second girl. Dressed only in what appeared to be some sort of bright blue loin cloth, I could only assume that it was some sort of swimwear/beachwear, and that she’d probably lost the top sometime between the time our ships crashed and when she washed up on the shoreline here. I couldn’t help but notice that the nipples of her perfect oval breasts were completely erect, and that there wasn’t a single tan line on her well bronzed skin.
The second girl was even more unusual than the first. Laying facedown on the beach, the first thing I could really notice about her was an extreme length of tangled and matted blond hair – It must normally run almost to her ankles! She was laying limp, wearing some sort of thick blue dress and high heels, which appeared to be some sort of evening ball gown.
“What type of damn ship did I crash in to,” I wondered aloud? “Was it a damn cruise ship or something?”
Pain was still rippling up and down my side with every ragged breath, and Shadow’s enthusiasm for loving on me hadn’t changed one with, so my mind was having a hard time taking in the unusualness of everything around us. “Hey! Are you girls okay?!” Trying to shout as loudly as I possibly could to draw their attention, I slowly forced myself up and staggered over towards the two.
Neither changed in the slightest, completely oblivious to my approaching presence.
“Oh shit,” I muttered to myself. “This seems bad. Real bad. I think the one is probably in shock.”
Ignoring the topless rocking girl, who was staring unwaveringly into space – at least she didn’t appear to be in any immediate danger of losing life or limb at the moment – I forced myself to crawl over and kneel beside the blond in the ballgown. “Hey! Miss? Are you okay?” Gingerly, I slowly reached down and pulled her should, until I could flip her over to her back. Shadow was whining and staying snuggled tight by my side, and I had to push him away gently as I was checking on the girl.
From what I could tell, the first girl was a rather attractive little red-headed beauty, but I honestly couldn’t make out much about the second girl’s appearance. The dress she was wearing was layered and sprawled all around us, completely concealing any sort of look at her overall appearance, and her face was smeared with dark gray sand and seaweed. Stupidly, all I could do was shake her shoulders several times, while asking, “Hey. Are you okay? Wake up. Say something.”
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With each sake of her shoulder, her head would tilt listlessly back and forth, and a growing despair was starting to build in my heart. I could almost feel the silence starting to emanate palpably from her body. “Oh, please God! Please! Don’t let me have killed someone with my stupidity!” I honestly didn’t care if I lived or died, but I sure as hell didn’t want to take anyone else out of this world with me!
Years ago, when my daughter was first born, I’d taken CPR classes just in case I’d ever need them for her, but now that I was in this type of situation where I could use them, my mind was going blank. “Think, Steve! Think!” Slapping myself upside the head, I tried to remember what to first.
“Check to make certain the airway is unrestricted. Remove any tight clothing or bindings which might impede airflow,” I reminded myself, as I leaned down and placed my ear next to the girl’s nose. “I don’t feel any breath from her,” I muttered to myself, as dread grew ever larger in my heart.
“Tilt the head back. Look for obstructions.” I was talking freely to myself in an attempt to try and focus, as I leaned her head back and opened her mouth. Perfect white teeth and pink tongue greeted my gaze, but I didn’t see any sand or seaweed which might be blocking her airway.
Reaching to my belt, I was relieved to find that my knife was still strapped to my hip. I’d used it last to cut the ropes holding the ship I’d stolen from the docks, and by some miracle, I hadn’t lost it before drifting up on shore. Unsnapping it loose from its sheath, I tugged it free with my right hand and firmly gripped the blue and green ballgown the girl was wearing near her neck. With one quick slash, I sliced it open all the way from her neck to her navel.
Large, perfectly round, pale breasts swayed freely in the open air, now that I’d stripped off their covering, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them. Of course, I’ve always been a boobman, so some part of my eyes and brain took a moment to admire their round lushness, but at the moment I was more focused on what was beneath her breasts. “What the hell?” Blinking, I was astonished to see that ball-girl here was wearing what appeared to be a solid white corset of some sort, laced up to the point where I wasn’t certain how the hell she’d even be able to breath under normal conditions – much less the one she was in now!
Being careful – pain was causing my hands to tremble and I thought I might lose my grip on my knife at any moment – I slowly forced the edge of the blade back and forth across the thin white cord which was lacing the corset tightly closed. After several long moments, the strings cut and snapped, and I dropped the blade in the sand beside the girl’s still body. With trembling fingers, I peeled open the cloth to reveal her unbleached ivory white stomach. Leaning down, I placed my head between her breasts and listened for a heartbeat. In CPR class, we were taught to check for a pulse with our hands, but with the way mine was trembling, and as numb as they felt right now, I didn’t trust them. Simply listening was the best I could come up with at the moment, and I didn’t hear anything for all my trouble.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Cursing lightly to myself, I cusped my hands together and started trying to do chest compressions as best as I remembered how. Counting to thirty, I then leaned and pinched the girl’s nose tightly and placed my lips down across hers to blow as forcefully as I possibly could into her lungs, with my weakened ribs hurting as they did.
“Chanto contuga?!” For whatever reason, something in my actions was enough to make the other girl wake from her stupor. From the corner of my eye, I could see that she’d stopped her rocking, and she was now simply sitting and staring, watching my every action without blinking. I don’t have a clue as to what language she’s speaking, and right now, I don’t have to worry about it.
Listen for a heartbeat. Check for a breath. Give compressions. Breath twice. Listen for a heartbeat. Check for a breath. Give compressions. Breath twice. Repeat over and over, as needed. Shadow was now over sniffing the girl beside us, but I hardly even noticed. All my attention and willpower were focused on simply repeating the steps that my poor brain tried to remember to save someone. If this girl died because of my actions….
*Cough! Cough!*
Just as I was going down for another set breaths, the girl coughed up a huge swath of water, leaned over to her side, and threw up everywhere.
“Oh, thank God!” Relief washed over me, and silence once again flooded my awareness. The world grew dark as pain and exhaustion overcame my will to remain conscious.