Examine the clothes

Bending over and inspecting the pile of clothing, she confirms that they are, indeed, men’s clothes, and fine ones at that. A glint of metal catches her eye, and she picks up a belt with an ornate knife handle showing from a leather holster. She fingers the handle, appreciating the artistry of the design.

“I wonder whose this is, and why would he have left his clothes here?” she asks herself, looking around for a clue.

She stops suddenly, hearing a faint noise. Unable to determine where it came from, she strains her ears, listening intensely. She hears it again, and this time it seems to come from below her.

Peering over the edge of the wall, she looks down. She is about 15 feet above the sandy ground below. As she looks along the wall’s edge, she sees the source of the sound. A large shape seems to be suspended half way between the top and bottom of the wall. After a moment her eyes adjust to the light and she can make it out as a person.

“I say!” she exclaims. “Are you —?”

“Shhhh!” comes a response, cutting her off. “Lower your voice! Don’t draw attention to me!”

Adella is surprised at the response and by the voice. It is the voice of a young man, and it is somewhat familiar.

“Are you in trouble?” she asks, lowering her voice to match his in volume.

“Trouble? I’d say so!” comes the response. “I’m stuck and don’t know how to get down!”

“Just stay there,” Adella said, rather unnecessarily. “I will be right down.”

“Wait —“ said the voice, but Adella was already making her way to the end of the wall so she could drop to the ground and approach him from below.

As Adella neared the figure, she blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of what she saw. From her vantage point, she was looking at a young man, who seemed to be hovering at the midpoint of the wall’s height. She wasn’t sure what was more remarkable — his position or the fact that he appeared to be nude!

“What on earth?” said Adella as she approached and stood directly below him. The young man looked down at her, and Adella gasped as she recognized him. “Prince Praamo?” she exclaimed. “How....? What....?”

As she looked more carefully, Adella saw that the young prince was not, technically, nude. Although shirtless and pantless, he had a leather belt around his waist. At first she thought Praamo was sporting a large and very pronounced erection, despite his circumstances. That’s when she saw that the belt supported a hard mesh covering for his penis and she remembered his sisters’ comments about his chastity belt. It was by this belt that he seemed to be suspended, connected to the wall by something that was hooked on the belt at his back.

“Whatever happened?” Adella asked.

“Not now,” replied the prince, in obvious discomfort and distress. “I have got to get down. You don’t happen to have something that will cut through leather, do you?”

Adella looked down to her hands and the knife she still carried. “I do! Here... can you reach this?” She hands the knife up to Praamo, who gratefully seizes it and begins to gingerly saw at the leather that encircles his waist.

“Wait!” Adella says. “You will fall! Let me get someone to help.”

“No!” commands the prince. “I’ve got this! Just... well, can you catch me?”

“Catch you?” Adella exclaims. “I could not even lift you, let alone catch you!”

“Right... but maybe you can stand right here and help support my weight?” He points to a spot right beneath him, and Adella stands with her back against the wall, lifting her arms and placing one on Praamo’s thigh and one on his abdomen, and lifting with all her might.

As Praamo continues to saw away at the leather restraint, Adella feels something hard against her face. With a sudden rush of realization, she knows it is Praamo’s penis, restrained in the metallic mesh. Despite her physical exertion in attempting to support his weight, Adella can’t help but be conscious of the fact that this is the closest she has gotten to a human male’s genitalia. The magical exhilaration of her recent orgasm with the watery Ashray seems to have only awakened her sexual awareness and desire, rather than satiate it. She fights to banish such thoughts from her mind as she strains under Praamo’s weight.

“Almost done,” he says. Adella braces herself for the onslaught of his full weight upon her, but even so, when the last of the leather belt is severed, she finds herself falling roughly to the ground, rolling down the sandy shore toward the water, with Praamo on top of her.

When their falls comes to an end, the two lay on the sand, gasping for breath. Adella realizes with a start that Praamo is lying directly on top of her. He makes the discovery simultaneously and quickly pushes himself off of her and sits on knees, hand over his crotch, looking awkwardly at Adella and struggling to speak.

“Thank you,” he finally says. “I don’t know what I would have done of you had not come around.” Adella can tell the young man is horribly embarrassed and is having difficulty maintaining eye contact. It occurs to her with some irony that although both of them are the “designated virgins” of their respective royal families, she is actually the more worldly of the two when it comes to such matters, and she finds it strangely charming that he is so embarrassed and has trouble keeping his eyes on hers, instead of her body.

“Whatever happened?” she asks, trying to get his mind off the awkwardness of the moment.

Even in the moonlight, she can tell Praamo is blushing deeply.

“I was going out for a walk, to enjoy the moonlight,” he said. “I fancied a nice swim. I did not bring a swimsuit, but no one was around, so I thought I would just pop in for a quick dip. As I lowered myself over the edge, however, I caught my infernal belt on some kind of hook. It must have been used for tying boats to the shore or something. Anyway, I would have been stuck there for who knows how long if you hadn’t come!”

Something about the prince’s explanation seemed odd to Adella. Suddenly she exclaimed, “The Ashrays! You were wanting to swim with the Ashrays, weren’t you?”

Praamo turned even redder, if that were possible, and for a moment, Adella though he was going to get up and run away. He started to, but looking down and remembering his state of undress, he curled his body up more tightly to attempt to cover as much of his nakedness as possible.

Adella realized she was making him very uncomfortable and was immediately sympathetic. She couldn’t imagine how she would feel if she were in the same situation and was grateful for her robe. She reached down to straighten her robe at that thought, and suddenly realized why Praamo was having such difficulty looking her in the eyes. Her hand came down not on the soft, lightweight material of the robe, but upon her bare, exposed skin. Glancing down, Adella realized with horror that she was completely naked!

Looking around for her robe, her eyes caught the movement of something near the wall. There, right below the remnants of Praamo’s chastity belt, was her robe, evidently caught on some protrusion from the stone structure. It must have caught on something and come off as the two of them came crashing down after Praamo’s fall.

“My robe!” she exclaimed, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping both arms around them. “I must get my robe!”

Praamo’s eyes tear themselves away from Adella and look in the direction of the wall, just in time to see the robe billow in a sudden gust of wind and free itself from its restraint. Adella and Praamo watch in disbelief as the robe rides the wind down the beach and quickly passes beyond their sight.

“You must get me something to wear!” she demands.

“For you?” Praamo answers. “What about me?”