Her Master's Voice

by Jacqueline George

  He wiped salt water from his face and looked at Hope holding Sherry’s lead. They both looked surprised. “Come on, Sherry, lift her up and we’ll see who’s strongest.”

  Sherry hesitated and then pulled Hope in front of her. She dipped her face into the water and pushed under Hope, lifting her out of the water. She was heavy. Sherry looked at the brown legs over her shoulders, reaching down to frame her breasts. Why not, she thought, and started towards Tim and Faith. She felt Hope slip the dog lead over her wrist and reach for her sister.

  They played until they were tired. Tim decided to take Alistair snorkelling and left the girls lying in the shallow water.

  Sherry lay between the twins, thinking of nothing, enjoying the sun and water alternately bathing her.

  “You like the little house, Sherry?” asked Faith.

  “What? Oh yes, it’s perfect. Like a dream, but I wish Tim wouldn’t tie me up like this. Does he think I’m going to run away? I don’t understand what’s got into him.”

  The girls giggled. “I think you are very bad girl, that’s why,” said Faith. “Ali say you are bad girl with many men. Suck cock too much.”

  Jesus, thought Sherry, does everyone know? She felt embarrassed and suddenly sad for Tim.

  “I come here one time,” volunteered Hope. “Ali send me here for one week. Just me. No clothes. He chain me to the long wire and leave. Finish. I cry too much,” she added happily. “Then he come back and now everything OK. I good girl now.”

  “What! A week? By yourself? That’s terrible. Why did he do that?”

  “I wear panties.”

  “Panties?” Sherry asked in disbelief.

  “Yes. Ali say today, no panties, but I bad girl. I cry, I fight because old men coming for dinner and I no like see old hajji when no panties. Ali he say, I find you have panties, I put you on Pulau Ikan for one week with no clothes. I think he no do it. He not know if I have panties or no panties, but when we bring the food for the dinner, he touch me and—oh, oh—I have panties. I am very frightened, but Ali, he not shout, no smack my bottom. No. First he put me on his knee and pull up my sarong and show my bottom for all the old hajjis. I think he smack my bottom then for sure but no, he just take off my panties and show me to all the hajjis. Then tomorrow, he say nothing. He happy, normal, until we come here after three days. And then he leave me. He say, I tell you wear panties and I bring you Pulau Ikan, so now you wait here. I am very sorry. One week. No Faith, no peoples, only me. But now no problem. I good girl. Ali say no panties, Hope have no panties. Ali say no sarong, Hope no problems, and now he love me too much. Give me everything. And Faith. He love us too much.”

  Sherry closed her eyes and thought about what she had just heard. At least Tim had stayed with her. She would have gone mad if she had been left alone like Hope. Alistair seemed to cherish the girls, perhaps even love them, and they clearly doted on him. Marooning Hope did not seem to have done her any harm, but if Tim thought that chaining her up would turn her into some kind of docile slave, well, he had disappointment waiting. As soon as she got free again, she would… use her ticket home? She supposed she would have to. Unless Tim begged her to stay. Then she might relent, but not if he intended to behave like this to her. She would not stay if she was not respected.

  Then the girls led her back to the cabin. It was time to start cooking.

  Chapter 17

  They were busy cooking when the men returned. Sherry had been clipped to the long wire by her ankle again while the girls, wrapped in sarongs, prepared their meal. She was not allowed to cover up. The girls definitely wanted her to stay naked.

  Tim and Alistair took turns for the shower and went out to the verandah with wet hair and sarongs around their waists. Sherry served them glasses of beer. They smiled at her as she brought her tray. “Ah, wouldn’t it be nice if the restaurants in Singapore had such beautiful ladies as waitresses?” mused Alistair. “Think of how upset all those uptight Chinese ladies would be. They’d never be able to keep their men at home. They might even have to start behaving like real women for a change. Wait a minute,” he had grabbed her wrist as she turned to leave. “Did you ever hear about the girls of Kuala Lumpur, Tim? You’ll enjoy this,” he said to Sherry.

  “Firstly, you have to know that there are three types of girls in Kuala Lumpur. Malay girls, Indian girls and Chinese girls. That’s basically it, Malay girls, Indian girls and Chinese girls. So if you ever find yourself alone visiting KL and you don’t know what to do at night, the best thing you can do is to take a Malay girl friend to bed with you. They are small and pretty, like my girls, but very, very clever when it comes to lovemaking. They’ll show you a thing or two and what’s more, they really enjoy doing it.

  “Perhaps that’s not possible, so the next best thing you could do would be to find an Indian girl friend. Like your friend Ranji, Sherry. They are bigger, and they have bigger tits, if that’s important to you. They can also be very knowledgeable. I think they study sex at home. Anyway, they might smell a bit different, but they’re very enthusiastic and you’ll enjoy yourself.

  “But maybe it’s not possible to find an Indian girl either, so the next best thing you could do would be to go to bed with a good book…”

  Sherry laughed with them. “You are cruel, Alistair. I meet lots of Chinese girls in Singapore, and they look lovely. I’d have thought you two would be happy to take any of them to bed. I’m sure they’re just as good as any of us once the bedroom lights are out.”

  “Maybe there are some,” Alistair conceded, “but they’re not easy to find. Or to get into bed. All the massage girls in Singapore are from somewhere else. Thailand, Indonesia, Filipines. Local girls don’t want to get involved. They don’t want to go with anyone who’s not Chinese. They can be very racist sometimes. And they’re not going to let any casual acquaintance into their panties, you can be sure of that. The only thing that really seems to light their fire is gold. Not money, that’s not the same, but there’s something about the Chinese and gold. Anyway, I think with all the ones I’ve tried I’ve either failed to get to first base, or I’ve been disappointed. After all, you can’t be much good at lovemaking unless you practice, don’t you think?”

  Sherry returned to the kitchen, thankful that Alistair had not volunteered an opinion about English girls. She suspected it would not be very complimentary. She had never really thought about being good at lovemaking. For her you just did lovemaking naturally, and you either liked it or not. Although, now she thought about her flute playing lessons, perhaps Alistair had a point. She certainly felt that her flute playing had become much better now, and Ranji thought so too.

  The cooking was progressing and spicy smells floated out of the kitchen—kelia ayam. The girls had chopped vegetables and chicken pieces, and thrown them into a wok. They put her to stirring it occasionally while they took their drinks outside. They could have a break until it was time to prepare the rice and urap salad. Sherry stood and stirred, and listened to the quiet voices chattering outside.

  The dinner was a classically good meal. Seated on the verandah, they watched the sun set over the mainland and the sea turn inky black. Alistair had brought a bottle of German wine and the table sparkled. Sherry was jealous of the flavours the twins had trapped in the chicken; perhaps she could try it herself as soon as she got back to Singapore. Tonight the girls even drank wine. Not much, just a couple of teaspoons in their glasses. More than that, Alistair told them, and the girls turned red and fell asleep. They just could not handle alcohol, but he liked them to try and be sociable.

  While Sherry helped with the washing up, the girls wanted to whisper to her. They pulled her into a corner.

  “What is Tim like?” asked Faith. “We never try Englishman. Only Indonesian and Malay, like us. It is big?”

  “Big? I don’t know… It’s sort of normal, I think.” Even in Malaysia, she reflected, girls will talk about anything.

  “Like this?” Faith held her hands apart like a fisherma
n.

  “No, more than that, I think.”

  “More big? Ooooh. That’s big! And fat like this?” She held up a soy sauce bottle in her fist.

  “Yes, like that. No, maybe a little fatter.” She reached for the bottle and tried to remember. “Yes, a bit fatter.”

  “Ooooh—you lucky!” said Hope then, looking at Sherry, added without malice, “But maybe you big too, so not so special.”

  Well, thank you Hope, she thought, that’s just what I needed to hear. She continued with the washing up.

  “You finish to clean, OK?” said Faith. “We go mandi. Ali say tonight we show Tim very good time, so must be clean.” They disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone to wonder what would happen next.

  She went outside to collect the glasses for washing and found the table had been set down on the sand. The men sat on their chairs, glasses in hand, looking over the beach from an empty verandah. “Ah, our beautiful waitress at last,” said Alistair handing her his glass. “Can we have another round please? Oh, and bring a pillow when you come back. I’d like you to sit at my feet for a while and the floor is too hard for your bottom.” She left unhappily, trailing the clinking chain behind her.

  The twins kept them all waiting. Alistair had put the pillow beside his chair and made it plain that she should sit. He put his hand around her shoulders and pulled her nearer, until she rested against his thigh. Tim gave no sign of noticing this familiarity. They were talking about politics, of the Islamist tendency in the north-eastern peninsula states of Kelantan and Trengganu. Alistair explained what strict Islamism meant to the people of those states, its good sides and also the laughable stupidities the old puritan men were trying to impose. He stopped when the twins came out.

  They had dressed for the occasion, if dressed was the word to use. In fact they wore no more than make-up and jewellery. Sherry had not seen them bring anything with them, but now they sported make-up and finery. Their hair was down, pinned back behind their ears with clips that twinkled in the lamplight. They had emphasised their eyes and lips to the edge of theatricality, almost like temple dancers. They had rings, rich and golden, and bangles for their wrists. About their waists each had a golden chain. Sherry knew that, if the gold was genuine, they were worth a fortune. The girls both had matching anklets with heart-shaped locks. She felt jealous when she thought of the crude canvas, Velcro and chain about her own ankle. Jewelled velvet collars around their necks completed the picture of pampered slaves of very high price.

  They came first to stand in front of Alistair, pressing their hands together and bowing light-heartedly. Then they went to Tim.

  They took his glass and set it safely against the wall. Then they started to tantalise him with their bodies. One on each side of him as he sat on his chair, they pulled one of his arms around their hips and started to wriggle and gyrate against him. They stroked him with their breasts, rubbing their soft little hills over him from his waist up to his neck and face. And they were enjoying it. Sherry saw with annoyance that their dark nipples had responded and hardened as they were dragged across his face, exploring his ears and his eyes.

  Tim was enjoying it too. He held them close and snapped at any nipple that came close to his mouth. At first the girls would not co-operate and pulled away, but soon they were taking turns to let him suck and stretch their hard points, one after another. Sherry looked down. A substantial tent had already grown in his sarong, and she felt jealous.

  “He is enjoying himself,” whispered Alistair, stroking her shoulder. “That must be very exciting for him.”

  Sherry looked into Alistair’s lap. He was also enjoying the show.

  The girls put Tim’s hands behind his head and pushed him back. He looked the picture of a contented male, relaxed, being ministered to by two smiling slave-girls. The twins kissed him, little kisses all over the front of his body and his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled, and the tent in his sarong grew obscenely.

  They touched it now. As they kissed him, ringed fingers wrapped around his hidden shaft and they felt him, exploring and squeezing. Hope stood up and pulled his head to her breast, while Faith fumbled with his sarong. She loosened it at his waist and pulled on it. Tim lifted his hips from the chair to help her and she tore it off and threw it to one side. Together the girls watched his sex straighten and grow to its full size. They whispered softly to each other.

  They knelt on either side of him and pulled his thighs opened to display his rampant cock to Sherry and Alistair. In spite of herself, Sherry’s gaze was glued to the friendly pole that reached up to lie on Tim’s belly. It looked bigger than she had remembered it. Hope laid her face against the outside of his thigh and reached under it to tease his balls with her fingertips. On the other side, her sister ran her hand up and down Tim’s cock, pulling the cover back to show off the swollen head and then hiding it again. She held it up for her sister to admire, and then pulled it towards her mouth and engulfed the angry plum. Tim moaned softly. Faith smiled and offered her sister the chance to do the same. He moaned again.

  Now Faith knelt between his open thighs, taking control of his cock with both hands, bending her head over it and swallowing an impossible length. Tim moaned and shifted in his seat.

  Hope jumped up and, taking his hand, held it between her legs. She bent forward to kiss him as he played with her, and then laid her head on his chest and through half-closed eyes watched her sister relish his cock.

  There was silence apart from the suckling sounds from Faith. Hope’s expression was dreamlike, and although Sherry could not see clearly, she could make out Tim’s fingers playing beneath her upturned bottom. Hope widened her stance to allow him more freedom and closed her eyes. Sherry was becoming frustrated. Tim should do that to her, not the twins. Her sex hungered for his touch. She felt Alistair stroking her hair.

  The display the three of them made was intense and exciting. The delicate brown female figures of the girls contrasted with Tim’s expansive white European body. Sherry could not see exactly what Faith was doing to him but she had both hands busy in front of her and her head bobbed and weaved on him. His muscles were stretching and tightening as he moved further and further towards the edge. Hope lay dreaming on his chest.

  Faith stood up and both Tim and Hope came back to life. The girls spoke and Faith pushed Tim’s legs together and straddled them. Awkwardly she clambered up him until she stood over his hips. Faith could not reach the floor with her feet and instead she used the rungs of the chair as stirrups. Under her, Sherry could see Tim’s pole, wet and pulsing. Then Faith’s hand gripped it, bending it and forcing the tip under her. Rapidly she settled herself down and forward and swallowed him up. Her hands on his shoulders, she wriggled her hips further into his lap and arched her back. She had thrown her head and her hair hung free.

  She started to ride, quickly picking up speed until she was galloping. Hope cried out sharply but she was too late. Tim had stretched out like a board and Faith, with her face buried in his neck, flew through her final furlong.

  For a moment they held still, and then Tim sat back down and opened his eyes. He was smiling. Faith sat up and looked around with guilt on her face. Hope looked cross.

  “What’s wrong?” asked Sherry.

  “She shouldn’t have done that so quickly,” said Alistair. “They were going to share it one after the other, but now it looks as if she’s used it all up at once. Hope is not a happy girl.”

  The girls were arguing, Hope reproaching her sister until she climbed inelegantly off Tim’s lap and clapped a hand around her pussy to stop leaks. Tim’s sex lay glistening on his stomach, wet but still hard. While Faith ran indoors, Hope reached out to touch it and smiled. Perhaps Tim was hungry enough and excited enough. She cuddled up to him and stroked his cock.

  “Looks as if she’s lucky tonight,” said Alistair. “Now she’ll be able to have as much fun as she likes.” He was still stroking Sherry’s hair absently and she wondered if she should do somet
hing for him. She tentatively reached for him but he caught her wrist and stopped her. “Not tonight, Sherry. Tonight is for Tim, and you, of course. Don’t they look good together?”

  Hope was licking Tim’s ear as she played with him. It fascinated and excited Sherry to watch her slim fingers working slowly up and down his shaft. Seeing Tim’s enjoyment gave her a good feeling. A silent movement beside her brought Faith back. Sherry wriggled over to allow her some pillow and Faith squeezed up to her. It seemed natural to put an arm around her shoulder and watch the show together. Faith snuggled closer.

  Hope was on her knees beside Tim, leaning over into his lap to lick and suckle. She had reached under his thigh to clasp his roots in her hand and pull the sheath of his cock tightly down. It stood vertically and Hope was sucking his plum into her mouth and letting it go to watch it swing from side to side. Tim’s eyes closed. He was in heaven.

  Hope was hungry. Facing her audience, she stood astride Tim’s knees and reached between her legs. Bending and reaching until she could control his stem, she backed slowly onto it and impaled herself.

  She sat on him, leaning back into his arms. Between her spread thighs they could see his root buried inside her. She rocked her hips to inch him slowly in and out. Her eyes had closed and she turned to rest her forehead against his cheek. She was in a world of her own.

  They watched in silence until Alistair said, “Help her, Faith.” She went to kneel astride Tim’s feet and reach up to plant kisses between her sister’s legs. Sherry could no longer see what was happening; Faith’s bobbing head obscured her view. Hope had thrown her head thrown back against Tim’s shoulder, and her movements were more urgent. She panted harshly as she moved.

  She was losing control. Her moaning came in waves as climax after climax hit her. In her ecstasy she could not move regularly. Faith sat back and started to probe with her fingers. She wanted to reach Tim. She slid two rigid fingers in and out of her sister, searching for the hidden plum.