Her Master's Voice

by Jacqueline George

  “Good, very good. Now make her come.”

  Sherry pressed three fingers over Ranji’s clit. Slowly, uncertainly, she began to rub in little circles as if the pussy were her own. Ranji moaned softly and lowered her arms. She did not move any more, just leant back with her thighs open. She had given herself up to Sherry and her fingers.

  Gaining confidence, Sherry rubbed harder and faster. Ranji began to melt, surrendering herself to the insistent fingers. Her breathing came roughly and her hips rocked back and forth. Suddenly, she was coming. Tense and suffering in Sherry’s arms, her body begged for release.

  With a loud groan, she came. Both of her hands flew to cover Sherry’s and hold it still against her pussy. She hunched forward over her centre, head down and panting. She stayed there for moments, enjoying the last waves of her orgasm, before slowly standing up right and drawing Sherry’s hand away.

  “Oof! So quick!” she said. “I think you’ve done that before.”

  “No. Yes… but just me,” said Sherry in confusion.

  “Never mind, it was very good.”

  Yhee got up and led them to the conference table. He gestured Ranji to get up on the table. She sat for a moment with her legs dangling until he waved her back into the centre. Uncertain what to do, she sat back and let her knees fall open.

  “Very good. Very pretty,” said Yhee, and he moved a chair out of the way and pushed Sherry forward. “Now you suck, OK?”

  This is it, she thought, this is what I came for. Beyond Ranji, she looked through the lace curtains into the car park below. Hangchi’s van had gone. Ranji rested back on her elbows. Her legs were thrown wide and her pussy made an open offer. It was dark, several shades darker than the skin of Ranji’s tummy and thighs. The plump cushions gaped open from the way she sat and the frills of her inner lips stood out. They were very dark, almost black. Wrinkled together and folded to one side, they hid Ranji’s last secret. The covered ridge of her clit rose above them, fat and prominent, as fat as her little finger.

  Sherry rested on her elbows and stared at Ranji’s pussy, uncertain of how to start. “Lick me,” whispered Ranji and reached down to help her. Her fingertips brushed across her inner lips, pushing them from side to side. Sherry was fascinated. The glossy red nail varnish contrasted dramatically with the darkness of her pussy. “Lick me,” she insisted and with a finger on each side of her clit she lifted and spread herself.

  Inside she was a beautiful shining pink. She was a flower with dark, dark petals and a delicious sugar pink centre. Sherry moved forward and dipped her tongue into the honey. “Yes,” hissed Ranji. “Again!”

  Ranji was slippery on her tongue. She tasted slightly salty, subtle and exciting. Sherry probed deep with her tongue and felt Ranji sucking at her. This felt good.

  As Sherry licked, Ranji moaned very softly and her pleasure made Sherry lick harder. She wanted to give Ranji an orgasm and the thought excited her. Ranji took her hand away and the inner lips draped around Sherry’s tongue. She wanted to reach everything so she opened Ranji’s flower herself, pinning back the dark lips on either side while she licked long strokes up and down the pink furrow. Ranji had thrown her head back and was panting. Sherry burrowed her face deeper into her friend.

  Ranji was out of control, straining to lift her hips and hasten her climax. Sherry wanted to be deeper inside her and reached with two fingers into her honeyed tunnel. Ranji clasped her and begged for more. Sherry concentrated on her clit now, hooking the tip of her tongue up under her hood to flick at the hard button. She was driving Ranji wild.

  It must have had an effect on Yhee as well because Sherry felt him behind her. He gripped her hips and slipped into her. It felt good to be full, but she concentrated on Ranji. She was rotating her two fingers inside her, and sucking rhythmically on her clit.

  Ranji came in a rush, falling back onto the table and slamming her legs closed around Sherry’s head. Her fingers pulled at Sherry’s hair and she rocked from side to side, gasping “Stop—stop—stop!” A wave of disappointment swept over Sherry as she felt Yhee release into her. It was too soon. She had been cheated of her own climax. She held still as Ranji rocked on, shuddering through the last waves of her orgasm.

  Sherry helped Ranji upright again. She had a dazed look on her face and her hair was a mess. She looked around her and grabbed Sherry to kiss her full on the mouth. “Oh Sherry—that was so good…” and kissed her again.

  Sherry held her friend close and felt proud. It felt good to give pleasure, and to cuddle her afterwards. Then she remembered where they were and helped Ranji off the table. Yhee had disappeared. She led Ranji back to Yhee’s desk and took her comb from her hand bag. She sat in one of the soft chairs and combed her hair. She would leave a wet patch on the chair, but for once she did not care. She watched Ranji standing beside her, teasing out her long hair. She looked beautiful—nude and feminine.

  Yhee re-appeared from his private toilet. “Right then, ladies, would you like to get dressed?”

  “Oh not yet,” said Sherry with a smile. “Let’s see what you can find out about my husband first.”

  Yhee looked displeased, but he sat at his desk and reached for the phone. He was speaking abruptly, to a subordinate, she guessed, and did not seem to like the answers he was getting. He banged the phone down. “Now, you get dressed, OK?”

  Sherry smiled sweetly but did nothing. The phone rang. He listened and then shrieked in surprise. Again he banged the phone down. “You wait, huh?” and he hurried to the door. He looked short and flustered, and the girls smiled at each other.

  He burst back into the room, frantic and furious. “What is this, huh? You think I stupid man, huh? You think I do nothing? What are these women?”

  Sherry forced herself to be calm and polite. “Them? Oh, I expect you’re talking about Papi Bombar’s yoga students. They’re nice people, just waiting for Papi to be freed.”

  “But—but they got no clothes…”

  “Oh, I’m sure they have some. They’re yoga students. That’s how they dress.”

  “But it is not modest!”

  “No, they’re not very modest, and they’ll do anything for Papi.”

  “I call police!”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary, Mr. Yhee. I expect they’re waiting already. Can I just look?” She got up and walked to the window, hoping that her legs did not betray how nervous she felt. Yhee hurried after her.

  Hangchi’s van had returned and Hangchi was standing patiently beside it. In his uniform.

  “You see, Mr. Yhee, I think they’ve had a tip-off that a call girl service is being run from your office. Someone has complained that you are keeping naked girls up here for your customers to choose from.”

  She thought Yhee would have a heart attack. His face went deep red and he was shaking. “You filthy bitch!” he screamed as the phone rang.

  Yhee sprinted across the office to his desk. “Yes, what do you want?” he shouted into the phone. Sherry was beside him, waving him to wait. He grunted into the phone, put his hand over the mouthpiece and waited.

  “They’re in Johor Baru, right?” asked Sherry, reaching for her handbag, “Get them taken straight to this address. It’ll be more private that way.”

  Yhee glared dumbly at her, but took the slip of paper. A little calmer now he barked orders into the phone and read the address line by line. He put the phone down. “Now, you dress, OK?”

  “Don’t you love us any more, Mr. Yhee?” she said with a giggle. “Can I use the phone please?”

  She called Faith and Hope, and told them what to expect and to call back as soon as they had news. Then she settled down to wait.

  Chapter 35

  Boredom was the single thing Tim expected from imprisonment. When it had crossed his mind, rarely, he thought with wonder of the brave, strong individuals around the world who had been imprisoned for years on end and emerged mentally strengthened from the experience. Of course, they were a small minority of prison
ers. Most were criminals of one sort or another and were hardly improved by being locked up. Still, they too had to endure long periods of confinement in a life so pointless that there was little to think about beyond the prospects of the next meal. Or so he imagined.

  Now, he was a prisoner himself, chained to a rail and with only a pillow to keep his bare bottom from the concrete. He expected to be bored, his brain parked in neutral. Instead, his mind raced. He was trying to make sense of all that had happened and especially of the ominous Indonesian who had come to inspect him. That man had been really frightening.

  He looked at his companions. Papi had turned side-on to the railing. His shackled wrist gave enough slack for him to sit in the lotus position. His eyes were closed and his breathing almost imperceptible. His fatness and his round belly gave him a pyramid shape, a wide foundation narrowing to his smooth bald head. He looked like a carved Buddha. He was either meditating or hibernating.

  Alistair was more restless. His cuff scraped and jangled periodically as he shifted position. Wiry and lightly built, his naked body looked equivalent to half the bulk of Papi. He was nicely tanned, the shadow around his hips telling that he wore his swimming shorts only occasionally. Tim decided he was a man that women would find attractive, enjoying his friendly smile and confident good manners. He looked up and caught Tim watching him.

  “Thinking hard?” he asked.

  “Yes, I suppose so. Still trying to work out what the hell we’re doing here.”

  “It can only be money. I hope your company’s feeling generous.”

  “Hmm. I wouldn’t count on it. I’m no one important, and I’m not one of the golden boys who are going somewhere. I don’t think they’d pay much, if anything at all. They’d probably take the opportunity to demonstrate how tough they are. You know, set an example. Show the criminals that kidnapping doesn’t work.

  “No, if the idea is to ransom us, you’re the one they’ll be concentrating on. They’ll have more chance of getting something out of your father than from my bosses.”

  “Possible. I’ve been thinking about that, but you know what? I don’t think they recognise me. I’m just thinking about whether I should tell them.”

  “I wonder where we are exactly. I suppose we’d have to be somewhere around Johor Baru, wouldn’t we? They can’t have taken us too far from Singapore.”

  “You’re right, I think. It must have been near to eleven when they took us. They would have had to take us to a pig farm to get us into those baskets. Load the truck, all those things, and then get us over the causeway. I really can’t see them getting into Johor Baru before, say, two in the morning. Four hours before dawn. They’d have had to take the pigs somewhere to unload the truck, put us in a van, drive us here, that’s another hour at least. Then they washed us, brought us in here, and we still had at least a couple of hours before dawn. From the timing, and the sound of that traffic, I’d say we’re on a busy road somewhere near the edge of Johor Baru.

  “It would have to be an older area with Chinese farms, that courtyard wasn’t modern. I live in an area like that. My house could be just down the road.”

  They sat silently for a while, thinking about home.

  “What sort of place do you have, Alistair? A palace?”

  Alistair laughed. “Certainly not! I’ll have to invite you to visit. It’s just an old house. Victorian. Not so big, but set in nice grounds. On top of a rise, we have a beautiful view south, you can see across the water to Singapore. I live there with the girls and some servants. It’s a nice old place, been in the family since it was built.”

  “You married?”

  “Oh yes, my wife lives in KL. She’s got quite a place up there, her father left it to her.”

  “Oh. You don’t live together then?”

  “No, it’s not like that. We had to get married, it was to do with the families, but we’re happy. I really enjoy her company when I’m up there, but we don’t sleep together. Oh, we made a couple of babies, we’re got two sons who live with her for the moment, but I don’t think she wants any more. She doesn’t miss me much. She prefers women.”

  “Really? A full-time lesbian?”

  “Yes, I suppose so. She keeps things pretty discreet, of course. For the last few years she’s been keeping a masseuse from East Germany. Terrible woman. Always looks at me as if she’s going to tear me to pieces. Strong as a horse and with hair cut like a man’s. I can’t imagine what my wife sees in her, but they seem to be happy. I used to wonder what they do to each other in bed.”

  “Yes, certainly gets you thinking, doesn’t it?”

  “I did see them together once, although it’s a bit of a story. It was when my wife wanted our second baby. She invited me up for dinner and business, so she said. So we sat at the table, my wife, Elke and I, all very polite and civilised. I’d met Elke before, of course, but she still made me feel uncomfortable. My wife told me what she really wanted just as I was enjoying my coffee.

  “Doesn’t that sound very English? Sitting around the dinner table, politely arranging for another baby with your wife and her lover? I thought we were going to spend the night together but Elke had other ideas. She sent my wife off to get ready while we sat over a drink. Then she marched me off to their bedroom.

  “You’ve never seen anything like it, I’m sure. They’ve got the room all done up with pink curtains and lace, it looks like Walt Disney’s idea of a Parisian brothel. Anyway, there was my wife. She’d stripped off and knelt on the bed with her bottom in the air and her face buried in the bed spread. That was all I could see as we came in the door—her bottom sticking up and smiling at me.

  “I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife used to be very modest. Elke went up to her, gave her bottom a smack, and said ‘Beautiful, isn’t she? She’s got a really nice arse.’ You could have blown me over, I was so surprised. It’s true, of course, she has a very pretty bottom but Elke was behaving as if she was its proprietor.

  “Then she says ‘I’ll get her ready for you. Strip off.’ and she started to get out of her clothes. I was really embarrassed. Stupid, isn’t it? I’ll happily do most things but taking my clothes off in front of Elke, that was really difficult. Anyway, there she was, naked and waiting, so I got undressed. Elke looked at me and said ‘I hope you’re going to be able to manage a bit more than that, and don’t expect us to help you get it up.’

  “Of course, that didn’t help. It went like a wet noodle. Elke said she’d get my wife ready for me first. She knelt on the floor behind her and started licking. It was crazy. I’d always been so careful and gentle with my wife and here was this German woman diving straight in and sticking her tongue so far up inside I’m surprised it didn’t come out of her ear. My wife was loving it. She was moving around and moaning. She came in no time at all.

  “Then Elke looked over her shoulder at me standing there and shrugged. ‘OK, you work on that and I’ll have her first.’ She reached under the pillow and came out with a bundle of straps and a purple dildo shaped a bit like a strange banana. She put one foot on the bed and squeezed the short end of the dildo into herself. She was very hairy, so hairy I’m surprised she could find the right place. Then she threaded the straps over the dildo and started doing them up behind her. She ended up with an artificial cock sticking out of a harness that went around her hips and between her legs. I got another look of pity as she waved that purple monster around, and she grabbed hold of my wife’s hips and just speared her with it. No finesse—nothing. She just lined it up and pushed hard, and my wife moaned and pushed back. Unbelievable, and then Elke started to move. It was pile driver time. She was hammering away, making the bed rock, and my wife was grunting and moaning. They made quite a sight. My wife’s quite small and delicate, but Elke’s big and powerful. She must spend a lot of time naked next to the pool getting brown, and she does weight lifting as well. I could see all her muscles working as she banged away.

  “Well, Elke’s no rose but it was fun watchi
ng my wife getting well and truly serviced. She’d given up trying to move and was being held in place by Elke’s hands on her hips. She was really noisy, grunting and moaning, really enjoying herself. That looked nice and I was getting hard at last. I helped it along by hand, wondering when my turn would come. Elke was going faster and faster until she started coming and I could see her movements getting a little disorganised. She looked over her shoulder, saw I was hard enough and pulled out suddenly. ‘Your turn,’ she said and waved me in. My wife was shaking with excitement, I’m not sure she realised there’d been a change of members. She just kept on coming as I did her. I didn’t last long, and as soon as I came, Elke grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out. She jumped right back in and kept on thrusting. She looked at me and said ‘You can go now.’ I grabbed my clothes and went back to my own room. As I closed the door, Elke was going at full speed again and my wife was moaning and shrieking—she was completely out of her mind.

  “It worked, anyway. Nine months later we had another son. He’s a lovely little boy and Elke’s as proud as anything of him. I don’t suppose my wife wants to try for another baby but I’m sure I don’t want to do it the same way. Making love with a drill sergeant looking over my shoulder.”

  “Perhaps they’ll want Elke to have the next baby. Thought of that?”

  “God, I hope not! The thought of getting into that great hairy… I’d be frightened. She’s so muscular I’d be afraid she’d break it off. Perhaps I’ll volunteer you for the duty. At least you might be strong enough to hold her still. I can see my little story has interested you.”

  It was true. Tim’s cock lay draped over his thigh, half hard and thinking about it. He was suddenly aware that Papi’s had opened his eyes to stare. “My glasses,” he muttered. “I cannot see correctly but it looks very big.”

  “Oh it is, Papi, it is. You’d love it. My girls have both tried it and they say it reaches into all the corners. Did you ever try a man, Tim?”