"Mark and I have talked about that. Before you came there were times when I simply watered at the mouth at the thought of whipping Amity or her whipping me. We figured out that actually we are all of us half and half. Woman and man, I mean. Male and female. Unless stimulated the latent half never shows. But give it a chance…"
"Oh, darling, I want to whip you so much!" Dorinda dumped reticence.
"I expect you’ll get the chance," Terry consoled. "Damn. If I hadn’t got us into this fix you could be busily caning my little bottom right now." She rattled her chains in a motion of bafflement. "But you see how Mark owns and controls us. If I go home a zebra he’ll punish us horribly. He’ll light the fire in my cunny and then put it out and go on and on and on… Probably do the same to you. He’d consider us equally guilty."
"That goes back to the women’s lib thing. He can have his fun. But we can’t."
Terry grinned wryly. "It’s the way we are made. Their physical strength enables them to conquer us physically. That and the fire in our cunts delivers us into their hands. We haven’t a chance. We can use all our little tricks, but he can subdue us with one hand. At least Mark can. In suburbia men don’t use their strength. Or maybe there they don’t have any. But Mark rules this island. He rules us. He can do what he likes with us. Surely you know…"
"Do you like him to play with your nipples and your sex and bite your ears and all the other tricks they play?"
"I adore it. You do too. Don’t let’s kid ourselves. I’m as much his slave as you are. More probably. He doesn’t know it. But he’s in love. It makes a man weak. I suppose it’s just nature making sure he looks after his children. But I’m his sister. His love for me doesn’t inhibit anything. I’ll be whipped and whipped and whipped all our lives. Darling, what a delectable situation: he marries you and has six kids, but just whips me," Terry laughed joyously at her vision. "Wouldn’t it be priceless: me getting whipped, then you getting all the sperm pumped into you to make another child. I’d be a surrogate something or other."
Dorinda’s response to this unattractive prospect was cut short by the opening of the door. Terry wasted no time,
"You idiot, Amity! You messed things up for us."
"No Miss."
"What do you mean no? You’ve got us fixed on opposite walls."
"Quite so, miss."
Terry glimpsed what Dorinda had long suspected. She cried out against so base a betrayal.
"You did it on purpose! ‘h, Amity."
"Yes miss. I took the liberty in accordance with a thought entertained by Hislop and myself. A small pleasantry, if I may say so."
Dorinda guessed that Amity was enjoying herself.
"It’s not pleasant at all. Hurry up, silly, and chain us both the way you knew we wanted," Terry demanded hotly.
"I’m sorry, miss. But that is not according to our plan."
The two captives looked at their jailer with concern. She eyed their predicament with polite amusement.
"You see, miss. Hislop and I felt that, perhaps, in recognition of a correction of your present circumstances you might be prepared to extend us some small favor." Amity was primly correct.
"You rotten cheat. You mean you tricked us like this on purpose and now we have to pay a forfeit?" Terry sounded more curious than angry.
"I would not have chosen the word myself, miss."
"Well, what would you have chosen? Make it simple, Amity. Never mind the pedantics."
"Being aware, miss, of certain enjoyments arising from a mutuality of interests between this young lady and yourself, we had wondered if you might be prepared to extend similar satisfactions to us."
A small silence fell upon the trio. Dorinda wanted to giggle. Amity was too good to be true.
"You mean you want us to nuzzle your cunt?" Terry excised circumlocation.
"There are more suitable synonyms, miss. But yes, that is our wish."
"Why didn’t you say so? I’d have obliged you long ago."
"It is not an easy subject for one in service to initiate, miss."
"And now, if we say no you’ll leave us chained like this?"
"That is my intention, miss." ! Amity, you’re priceless. Silly girl. Off with your clothes."
Dorinda had never seen a female become naked in less time. Amity’s body was nicely correct as the rest of her.
"Which of us relieves your lust, you conniving creature?"
"I had thought both of you, miss. I would be honoured of you would be first, considering a longer acquaintance and all."
"Here’s the carnal couch," Terry invited impishly. "Come and get it, you panting pervert." With much clicking of chains she rose and waved their wardress invitingly to the bench.
Dorinda found herself disinclined to be a spectator to Amity’s victory. What she shared with the gorgeous child was all their own. She turned her back and stared at the wall. She would pay her penalty when the time came. She longed ardently for the padlock at her waist to be unlocked. She had no other interest in Amity. But she shivered at the knowledge of how completely they were in the woman’s power. Mark would not concern himself with their whereabouts until dinner. The day was long. The sounds were evocative. No fine rounded periods now. No correct prolixity. From the gasps and groans, and even small cries, it was evident that Terry’s tongue had touched an unsuspected chord. Dorinda wryly reflected how wrong we can be. Amity would have seemed to her as unlikely a subject for such ministrations as Eleanor Roosevelt or Queen Victoria.
"Thank you, miss. You are most competent." An unruffled Amity rose and tidied her hair. "I cannot recall when I have enjoyed myself more."
"You’ve got a super clit." Her mistress’s tribute was sincere. "Do you want me to nibble your nipples until you come round again?" "Most kind of you, miss. But I won’t be greedy. I’m most anxious to make myself available to Miss Dorinda’s skill."
"You don’t deserve her, Amity. Not after that trick."
"Quite so, miss. I am most cognisant of good fortune."
"Don’t be so stuffy. You want your quim eaten and your nips nipped. Don’t sound like the chairman of the board."
Amity eyed Dorinda with pure hunger. "May I arrange myself, miss?"
There was only the wooden chest within the range of Dorinda’s chains. The captive girl motioned to it and gave her best barber shop smile.
"Make her squeal, love." From Terry it was almost an order.
Amity squealed.
It was long after the squeals had lapsed into moans and the moans into gasps and the gasps into a replete silence that there came the knocks on the door. When it swung inward it disclosed the astounding vision of the perfect butler carrying a large tray.
"Refreshments ladies?" Hislop was at his best.
The butler was not an old man. He was simply a young man born with dignity of middle age. Dorinda had a momentary vision of Hislop and Amity in bed. She felt sure their passion would be contained within the confines of protocol.
"Hislop, you’re a darling!" Terry easily forgave.
"A pleasure, miss. Amity and I are most appreciative of what you are doing for us."
"Want do you mean… us?"
"I am sure, miss, you understand I am included in the, errr, the activities. I am sure Amity…"
"You mean you expect to shove your thingummy into us?" Terry had no illusions.
"Yes, miss. But not, if I may say so, in the orthodox manner. I would appreciate a deviation from the norm."
"Not up our…?"
"No miss. I have never approved of what you were about to mention. It is vulgar and best confined to the working classes. I had in mind the employment of your lips and tongue."
"You want us to suck your cock?"
If Terry was seeking to shame him, she failed.
"Thank you, miss. You are most concise."
"What have you got to eat and drink?"
"There are sandwiches, miss. Some excellent sherry and a pot of coffee."
"You are a jewel, Hislop. Do I gnaw at you before or after?"
"I would suggest after your own contribution. I am sure I would find an intermission beneficial before yielding to Miss Dorinda’s charms."