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 Escape from Singapore By Sirdar

   Prologue

   This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main
story is fictitious.  I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma
shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were
committed by the occupying Japanese.  I was in Singapore to see the
Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan.  One ship I remember
well was the SS Satsu Maru.  We loaded the prisoners on until there was no
more room.  During the war the Japanese dropped small garrisons on to
Pacific islands, and left them to live off the land.  When efforts were
made to repatriate them years later they could not believe that Japan had
surrendered and very often attempted to fight their rescuers.

   I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have done in writing it.

   I joined HMS Squirrel a shallow draft gunboat working out of Singapore
as the Leading Signalman in November 1941, which with other similar
gunboats were engaged on regularly patrolling the East coast of Malaysia. I
was very happy to come to Singapore as I personally was glad to get away
from the continual Atlantic convoys, so a surprise drafting to Singapore
was a lovely surprise.  At the time it seemed like a golden opportunity to
have some relief to get away from the nastiness of war, and the devastation
caused by Hitler's marauding U Boats on our convoys and the dourness of war
time rationing, plus the nightly bombing of England.  I had been slightly
wounded in the fighting in Crete, and following my return to the UK and my
subsequent promotion to leading Signalman, I had to leave my crack Tribal
Class destroyer for this new posting, as I would have been surplus to the
establishment.

   The passage to Singapore on a trooper had been a sort of holiday in a
way, seeing new places, meeting new people and not being tied down to watch
keeping duties, but of course on arriving in Singapore, I soon found that
the gunboat was a big change from a Tribal class destroyer, but after the
initial shock I soon settled in, and began to enjoy the more relaxed life
of coastal patrols, which included visiting local Malaysian communities,
followed by a short rest periods in Singapore to refuel and reprovision,
with the chance to enjoy the night life for a few days and then back again
for another patrol.

   Life in Singapore at that time was so different from the cold bitter
winters of the Atlantic and escort duties, of seeing ships sink of losing
friends and the bombing of the cities and food rationing.  Half our crew
were local Chinese or Malays, recruited locally.  When the Jap's attacked
Pearl Harbour in December most British people were glad that America had at
last joined in the war, but the partying and night clubbing in Singapore
still went on, even when the Japanese invaded Malaysia, and Singapore came
under threat they refused to take the war seriously.  But the complacency
of life was soon shattered as the Japs swept through Asia and down through
Malaysia to the very doors of Singapore.

   Life had been good for me in Singapore, as one of our Chinese ships
company quite soon after my arrival had introduced me to his sister.  His
sister Lin was a very special lady, and it was not long before we became
romantically attached, and started an affair.  I went out with Lin whenever
I could, her name in Chinese means `Beautiful Jade.' Lin was a very pretty,
and a very intelligent girl.  She was a teacher at a local school, and she
spoke perfect English with a slight accent, she was however extremely shy.

   One night she said.  "Tony will you be able to look after me if the
Japanese come to Singapore." I told her "Lin darling I think I am in love
with you, and, if you marry me I think there is no doubt I can get you out
on one of the ships for evacuees, if the worst comes to the worst they will
surely arrange for garrison personnel's families to be evacuated."

   Then she surprised me when she said to me the following evening.  "Tony
you really don't think a Chinese girl would marry, or enjoy making love
with an Englishman.  Is that what you are frightened of, and is that why
you have never made a pass at me.  I love you too, but I don't want to wait
any longer I want you to make love to me please now tonight.?"

   Without waiting for my answer she started to undress, looking at me for
my reaction, yet she continued to undress until she was stood in front of
me in nothing but a pair of snowy white panties.  She had not been wearing
a bra, I realised then that no-one would know as Chinese girls are not
normally renowned for large breasts, and as she normally wore a leather
jacket anyway, no-one could ever tell.  She was beautiful, but I had
appreciated her companionship and did not want to spoil it by making a pass
at her and risking upsetting her.  I was in no doubt that I loved her
dearly.

   When she was undressed she went and lay down on her bed, and as she lay
on her back, her hands under her head just looking up at me.  Her breasts
were small but she had lovely firm nipples that seemed to be extraordinary
long and hard.  I quickly undressed and walked over to the bed.  She just
lay there, and I knelt down on the bed, and fondled her left breast, while
my mouth went to her right breast.  The nipple was hard , it was so
different from anything I had experienced before.

   As I did so, her hand grabbed my cock which was now in an advanced state
of excitement.  Then one hand went round my neck, pulling me away from her
breast her tongue boldly started exploring my mouth, in a long exotic kiss.

   She looked up at me.  " No need to rush darling is there, I presume that
you can stay the night?" "Of course I can!  " I said and went back to
kissing her.

   I was almost intoxicated by the perfume she was wearing, it was very
strong and very erotic.  Slowly I ran my hands down her beautiful body,
pulling her close to me and covering her with kisses as I went.  I barely
got to licking her when she sat up, and pushed me back on to my back as she
straddled my body.  Her hand went down and guided my cock into her waiting
pussy.

   She gradually sat down on me and I felt my cock pushing up into her warm
wet love tunnel.  We started moving together, and I knew that I could not
last very long.  She seemed to have incredible muscle control and I felt as
though I was being massaged and milked all in one.  We came together in one
long mix of passion.

   "Well Tony dear that`s just for tasters .  We have the whole night ahead
of us.

   For the few weeks after that, whenever I was in Singapore we had a
regular and very satisfying love life.  I asked permission from the Captain
to marry her, and as I was over 21 the navy agreed, and I arranged through
the padre to get her a passage to Australia in the event of Singapore
falling.  It was on the 11th February that the situation became so critical
in Singapore that we decided that we should marry immediately and get her
evacuated.

   Our patrols gradually got involved in the war by ferrying troops or
taking supplies in after dark to beleaguered garrisons.  We had seen at
first hand the atrocities that the Japanese had carried out in some of the
villages that we had visited after the Japs had been there.  Whole
communities were butchered.  Women were raped and then killed.  Soldiers
that had surrendered had been beheaded, so I was in no mood to let Lin stay
behind.

   I quickly arranged the wedding details with the padre, and that morning
on a trip to GHQ I made a diversion and called at her school, to tell her
the news of our impending marriage arranged for later that day.  We were so
happy that we were to marry, and I had arranged for passage from Singapore
to Australia for her.  We arranged that she should meet me later that
afternoon for the ceremony, but fate took a hand and I had only just left
her school and walked about fifty yards down the street when without
warning of any kind, the bomb struck with a direct hit on the school.  My
whole world collapsed around me.  My future wife Lin was dead, and I was
devastated.

   I was sent to the sick quarters at HMS Terror the naval base for initial
treatment with a large gash in my arm, before being transferred to a
military hospital at Changi.  By then we knew the causeway had already been
blown, but now, I had to begin to worry about my own situation.  We soon
realised the Japanese had found few problems in making it on to the island.
On the Johore side of the island, they could virtually walk across to the
island at low tide.  I had also learned to my dismay that my ship had left
without me during my absence in hospital which left me rather "pissed off"
to say the least.

   In the hospital we would gathered round the radio every day to listen to
the news.  But on the 13th of February we listened with growing alarm.  The
news of a possible surrender was now being mentioned.  Many of the troops
were very despondent, as they had already experienced the atrocities for
themselves, and were now in fear for their own lives, which was also
supplemented by the stories of wounded troops coming into the hospital, who
were all saying that the radio was not telling the whole truth.  The
situation was much worse than the public were being told.

   We were also being assured that in the event of a surrender the Jap's
had agreed to treat us according to the Geneva convention.  As I stood
listening to the news I was joined by an Australian Lance Corporal whose
name was Trevor.  He was due to go back to his unit shortly, but the talk
of surrender had made him determined not to attempt to rejoin his unit, as
he did not know where they were, or how many of them were left alive.

   Trevor gave a cynical laugh as we listened to the news with the order
that in the event of a surrender being negotiated, all resistance must be
stopped immediately and all servicemen should lay down their arms. 
Assurances of good treatment for prisoners was not believed by any of the
troops that had been in action.  "Like fuck they will treat you well.  I
have seen women that have been raped and bayoneted with their babies, and
squaddies that have been beheaded after surrendering to the Japs up
country. I`m going to make a run for it.  I am not stopping here any longer
to be butchered." I too had already seen the results of Japanese atrocities
and so I decided on the spot.  "I will come with you - you never know you
might need the navy." I told him.  We stocked up on chocolate, fags and
some packs of food from the hospital NAAFI with the last of our money and
set out for the city.  Trevor still had his rifle and some ammo, and we set
off for the docks.

   I was given a Sten gun and some ammunition by a soldier and so we set
off.  We managed to hitch a lift into the City and when we arrived it was a
scene of utter devastation.  The city was burning, and the news was telling
us that talks of a surrender to the Japanese was now taking place, and that
surrender was virtually inevitable within 48 hours.

   The City was in utter chaos with shops and houses being looted, fires
everywhere, while the police just stopped and watched or even joined in
with the looters.  Many of the police were wearing Japanese flags on their
tunics, in the hope of appeasing their new masters.  British servicemen
were being abused by local civilians who thought that the British had let
them down.  In particular the Chinese were the most frightened, as it was
common knowledge that the Japanese regarded Chinese people as being on a
lower level than dogs, and if the stories from Manchuria were correct they
could expect to be treated with little if any humanity.  The rumours of
atrocities were widespread, and news was filtering back of ships with
evacuees being sunk or attacked with horrific loss of life, and the
survivors being machine gunned in the water.

   In the dockyard everything was in utter chaos but we found an old coal
burning Paddle Steamer the SS Majestic which was just finishing some late
repairs on the slipway on her damaged rudder being carried out by some Navy
Engineers.  The Royal Engineers, had also been helping in the repairs, in
return for a passage out of the island.  She was very old, and had been
built before the first world war.  She was built of wood which was rotting
in places.  There seemed to be about a hundred of us working frantically to
get her stored, and loaded with coal wood and water for the boilers, all of
us seeing her as our last hope for escape, or at least an attempt at
escape.

   We knew that it was a last forlorn hope, but anything was better than
staying in Singapore to be butchered.  About twenty Navy ratings plus two
officers were given priority to join the party to work the ship, and I
managed to get some Naval overalls for Trevor and a cap to get him a place
on board this floating tomb.  I did not think much of our chances of
keeping this rotting pile of wood afloat in a rough sea, but we had no
other choice, it was better than nothing.

   Looking at the ship I suggested to the acting Captain that our best
chance would be to go up the coast about 150 miles to the Talang river area
and consider breaking back into Malaya where there were a number of islands
and we could hide up.  I knew the area I was talking about well.  I thought
that perhaps we could start some sort of resistance movement, rather than
die on this floating wreck in the open sea.  He basically agreed with me,
but we lacked arms and to be quite honest our morale was at a very low ebb.


   My arm was still in a sling, and I was getting some discomfort from it.
Trevor and I were all for giving it a go, but the other passengers mainly
civilians seemed to have more faith in this floating wreck than I did. 
However Lieutenant Forbes in command discussed it with me, as I knew the
coastal area fairly well, and he said.  "We will just have to see how we go
when we get clear of the island into open water.  I will make a decision
then." But like me he did not think that we stood much of a chance of
staying afloat in rough seas, especially as we were so overloaded.  But
there was no way we could turn anyone away to face certain death.

   Before we slipped we set fires in the adjacent workshops and damaged as
much machinery as we could.  We with the aid of the Sappers blew up a local
power station.  Singapore was burning fiercely as the SS Majestic slipped
from the quay just after dark and chugged its way out towards the open sea
loaded to the gills, with only about nine inches of freeboard.  We were so
badly overloaded that I suspected that any sort of sea would sink us.

   My worst fears were soon realised a soon as we hit a small ocean swell,
we stood little chance, we did not need the Japs to sink us, we could
probably achieve that ourselves.  I knew that as soon as we encountered any
sort of rough sea we would not last long.  The Captain turned the ship to
follow the coast and kept to, shallower waters.  Volunteers were manning
the pumps, as the hull was leaking water badly.  But I was not surprised
when twenty hours after sailing and having made very good time in the
calmer coastal waters that had helped us make progress, we had made quite
good progress, but not long before sunset our luck changed for the worst,
and we were caught by a lone Japanese aircraft which came out of the
setting sun and machine gunned the ship, setting it on fire, and leaving
nearly every one dead, or in the water, many without lifebelts, as it
ruthlessly machine gunned the survivors.  Our one hope of escape was now
burning fiercely and sinking fast.

   I had noted that we were in sight of some islands and I had hopes that I
could somehow swim towards them, but I only had one fit arm, so swimming
any distance was really not possible, but at least I had taken the
precaution of wearing a naval issue life belt, and so that kept me afloat
while I hung on to the side of an upturned life boat.  I still had an army
Sten gun slung over my shoulder which I had acquired in the hospital, and
some extra ammunition that I had been given by a soldier in Singapore.  I
was debating ditching it when a Japanese Submarine surfaced on the far side
of the boat, and started cruising through the wreckage, methodically
machine gunning the few remaining survivors.  Fortunately I managed to keep
out of sight of the Submarine, which was the only reason I was not killed.
I had lost touch with, my mate Trevor, and to my regret I never saw him
again, but I decided to duck under the overturned boat in the hope that I
could at least hang on and somehow survive.

   I waited for a long time until after the firing had stopped before
venturing out to have a look.  The water was filled with bodies, and the
wreckage was gradually dispersing in a stiffening evening breeze, and as
far as I could see I was the only one left alive.  Fortunately my upturned
boat seemed to have suffered no obvious damage, but I was not strong enough
to right the boat with one good arm, and then I thought that if I had, I
would, or could, once again become a target from marauding aircraft.  So I
decided to wait until it was completely dark before I tried anything too
adventurous.  There was a pocket of air trapped in the overturned boat, so
I hung on to a thwart with my one good arm and with the upturned boat to
hang on to, I started kicking out for the nearest land with my feet.  I
could I thought, just see a tip of land on the horizon when I took a peep,
and so I tried to head in that direction.

   The drift fortunately took me in the right direction, and sometime later
it may have been a day or two days, I don't really know, but it was a long
time, my dangling feet touched solid ground..  I roused myself, and wearily
pulled myself ashore to collapse on the beach enjoying the warm sunshine as
it beat down on my chilled body.

   I woke up some time later to the sound of female voices, and I felt
myself being lifted and taken to a hut somewhere away not far from the
beach to the background sound of women wailing.  I was given a hot drink by
a young lady, and I felt myself being carefully washed, and ointment being
applied to my wound which was redressed.  Some time later I came to my
senses from a deep sleep.  I hauled myself to my feet rather unsteadily,
and left the hut where I was met by a group of about thirty women and girls
of all ages some with children .  Initially the wailing stopped, and I was
met by a brief silence as they all turned and looked at me, then as they
obviously did not see me as a threat ,the wailing started again..

   A young very attractive pregnant Malay lady came towards me, and in
broken English she said.  "Hello my name is Da.  I have to tell you that
the Japs are here on the island, they have taken all the men, and also
taken three young girls with them.  They are here to occupy the island we
think.  None of us are safe.  Some of us managed to hide as soon as we saw
their boat, but I think they will be back for more of us later to satisfy
their carnal appetites when they have built their camp." "How long ago was
this?" I said "About four hours ago: She replied "How many of them are
there?  "About eight I think" Da said.  "Where are they now" I asked.  They
are camped about half a mile away by the pier, they have set up camp and it
looks as though they are here for a long time, they have a big boat and
they are erecting tents." I thought about this situation quickly and after
having a quick briefing on the island and the general situation.  I asked
Da

   "If you can help me with my arm, will you show me the way to their camp
after dark please?." Strangely apart from my shoulders aching my injury did
not seem to be much worse for the wear and tear that it had suffered in the
water.  I asked without really knowing why, but at the back of my mind
there was an urge to kill a few Japs, or at least go down fighting.  "If
they find you here they will probably kill us all as well." She said
obviously terrified.  "They will probably kill you all anyway after raping
you, but not if we can kill them first." I said grimly, as my mind was
ticking over with the possibilities.  Da seemed to like the idea of killing
Japs, and so she too thought that it might be a good idea to go down
fighting

   I looked closely at my Sten gun and I could see that it was very similar
to the Naval Lanchester with which I had recently become familiar, but I
had no idea whether it would fire, or whether my ammunition was still OK
after its long stay in salt water.  I dare not risk firing a test burst as
it may well be heard by the Jap soldiers, but I saw that one of the women
had a long curved knife used for cutting bamboo, and I asked Da whether I
could have one, as well as a short butchers knife of which there seemed
plenty lying around.

   I then asked Da to lead me towards the Jap encampment, although as we
got nearer we could hear female screams, and a lot of drunken laughter and
I could probably have found my own way there with the noise they were
making.  Eventually, we got close to the camp taking care not to be seen,
and I could see that they had their small tents in a circle, and their was
a large camp fire in the middle with several soldiers gathered round taking
turns raping a girl on the ground, there was also a sentry of sorts at on a
rock higher up overlooking the beach, looking down and enjoying the scene
taking place below him.  Looking round near the beach I could see a pile of
male bodies many of them bayoneted with the bayonets and rifles still
attached through their bodies, while others had been brutally beheaded.

   As far as I could see as Da had said there was only about eight soldiers
with an NCO in charge.  Working myself round behind the sentry.  I used the
short butchers knife to good effect, with one hand over his mouth, and with
the knife deep in his back he was soon out of action for good.  I got Da to
sit in the sentries place with his hat on, and a stick across her lap, I
guessed that from the fire they would only see a silhouette which is what
they would expect to see sitting on the rock after being blinded by the
firelight.

   The Japanese machine pistol we took from the sentry was fairly easy to
work out, and I guessed that the Japs had no fear of being attacked by the
women, and so they had been drinking heavily, and amusing themselves with
their captives.  My main concern now was not hurting any of the girls.  If
I opened up on the remaining Japs I would probably kill or wound them all.
There was no sign of the other girls, we could only see and hear the girl
they were having fun with.

   I could see that moored alongside the small jetty was a quite large
steam pinnace with the Japanese flag flying in the stern, suddenly the idea
came to me that there was a chance that the other two girls may well be
imprisoned on the boat.  I had also noted that there was a heavy machine
gun mounted on the bows, with a belt of ammunition loaded ready to fire.

   There seemed to be no sentry, and I guessed that the machine gun would
be much more useful than the light weapons that I had if we could get our
hands on it, and so I told Da what I intended, and I waded and swam out as
best I could, to the launch as quietly as I was able, as far as I could
tell the launch was totally deserted.  I climbed quietly aboard after a
struggle with my sore arm, and I found the main cabin had a locked door.  I
heard the sound of quiet sobbing from inside.  A key was hanging on a nail
near the door, so I opened the door and to my surprise I found three women
in the cabin, they were tied and gagged, one was a very pretty white woman
of about 23 whose clothes were badly ripped and who later told me her name
was Carol, and she told me that she had been on the paddle Steamer and the
submarine had pulled her out of the sea, she had been raped by the captain
and one of his officers, and later they had handed her over to the soldiers
in this boat, obviously for their amusement, with her were the two young
Malay girls which had been taken from the village.

   I released the women and the two village girls telling them to keep
quiet.  I told Carol that I intended to kill the Japs, but I did not want
to kill the girl they were raping if it was possible.  Carol said.  "Be
sensible, that poor girl will have to take her chance, anyway, she will
probably welcome death after what they have done to her.  If you don't do
the job properly you are putting everyone else at risk including ourselves.

   Reluctantly, I saw the sense of her argument.  Carol said.  "Give me a
gun I have a large debt to pay" and as there were several spare machine
pistols on the boat.  She took one from me, and she amazed me with her
dexterity.  "My husband was a soldier so I got a fair idea of how these
things work" She told me.  I crept up to the bows and checked the machine
gun and at my signal we both opened fire

   With two prolonged bursts from the two of us we soon we took them by
surprise and they were all killed or wounded.  It was much easier that I
had anticipated.  Da came down from the sentry position and between us we
checked each of the bodies.  I shot two of the men who were only wounded in
cold blood.  But in doing it I felt no compunction whatsoever.

   The poor girl who had been raped we carried back to the village, but she
died later that night.  Carol who claimed to have previously been a nurse,
thought it was probably a combination of shock and her horrific sexual
injuries.

   The next day with the help of the younger women we buried the dead and
disposed of the naked bodies of the Jap's into the sea.  It was my idea to
strip them of their uniforms and empty their pockets as we never knew when
those uniforms, and their firearms would come in useful.  We found the
usual things that men carry including things like cigarette lighters
watches, some money, all of which may have a use for us later.

   The boat itself had got a stock of tinned food, lots of ammunition and a
large box of hand grenades with two tins of detonators and to my delight a
well maintained snipers rifle with a telescopic sight with ample
ammunition. We then had a Council of war with Da acting as an interpreter,
I told the villagers what I had learned a lot about the Japanese atrocities
in Singapore.  I suggested that we set up lookouts, and developed a
temporary strategy for hiding against the possibility of more invaders
coming ashore, plus I later gave some cursory instruction on how the
machine pistols and rifles worked without using any ammunition which gave
us some defence if that was needed.

   When I suggested that I should strip the boat and then sink it.  I had a
fierce objection from Carol who said loudly.  "That boat is our means of
escape from this bloody island." "Escape to where Singapore, Java , Sumatra
all Japanese held territories?  "I asked.  "We could make for Australia."
She insisted.  "We can carry enough fuel in the boat for about 150 or 200
miles if we are lucky." I told her, "That is if the Japs don't see us
first." If we stop to cut wood for the boiler it will have to be on
Japanese held islands, and we would soon be nabbed - do you want to risk
being raped again?" Carol reluctantly saw the sense of what I was saying.
The islanders did not understand our heated exchange until Da interpreted,
and they started getting a little agitated.  As far as I was concerned, the
safest place for all of us, was on the island.  There were no other logical
options.

   I pointed out that there were a large number of adjacent islands, one of
which was only about half a mile away, all of which will also have a small
Japanese garrison, and if we were seen steaming away in the boat, it would
raise the alarm, and we would have no chance of escape .  The next day I
looked closely at the boat, and I decided that with the agreement of the
villagers to strip her of anything that could be useful, for instance the
portable radio was one obvious item for salvage together with the
batteries, guns and processed food etc and then just leave the hull at the
jetty with the flag flying so that passing Japanese boats would not get too
suspicious.

   Meanwhile the women were obviously grieving over the loss of their men
folk and having to take over much of the traditional male work like fishing
and planting.  But much discussion was taking place on what we should do if
the Japs came back.  At that time we were certain that they would be coming
with supplies for the garrison in due course and to relieve them.  I had
several ideas in my mind, but I sensed the women needed time to adjust to
their losses and to get over their grief.

   Carol and I, much to her obvious disgust had been put together in the
same hut to live.  I did have thoughts about us getting much closer, as we
both were marooned, but she killed any thoughts in that direction by
insisting that she was a married women, although she was almost certain
that her husband was dead, and anyway he told me that it was not in her
nature to have sex with a common rating.  At the time I thought that having
been brutally raped the idea of sex was abhorrent to her.

   Increasingly I found Da and her mother Bashir good friends to me, and
her mother was a great help with several other ladies in helping to strip
the Japanese pinnace with a friend of hers called Nadja, and one or two
elderly men who had been away when the Japs gad called..  Increasingly Da
and I became much closer.  Much of the Japanese loot that we recovered from
the boat we had no immediate use for so we carefully wrapped in sacks and
buried it under the floor of one of the huts.

   Carol did however help me by redressing my arm, and she helped by
setting up a local clinic to look after the few remaining inhabitants.  The
women now had to take over the fishing and much of the men's work if they
were to survive.  The older women looked after the children while I
concentrated on arranging our defence.  In addition we made up a rota of
lookouts from a high tree and a local high point on an adjacent hill top.

   Da was a beautiful young lady, she had a lovely figure apart from her
obvious pregnancy with perfectly rounded breasts, perfect small sexy
buttocks, and beautiful legs.  She was a beautiful lady and pregnancy
seemed to suit her.  Her long black hair fell straight down her back to her
waist and she had lovely coffee coloured features, but above all she was
intelligent, and very down to earth which was a big help in the situation
we found ourselves in.  At times during the coming months I almost gave up,
but Da somehow kept my spirits up and kept me going pointing out that
everyone was relying on me..

   I had appreciated that the women were relying on me as the only young
male and a trained serviceman to organise their defence.  However we had
daily meetings every evening during the first week after the evening meal.
The village had an ample supply of free range chickens, goats and one or
two head of cattle, and together with coconuts, seasonal fruits and dried
fish we thought we should be able to manage to survive.  We had very little
in the way of medical supplies.  However I was convinced that the Japanese
would soon re-supply and want to replace the soldiers we had killed, for
that reason I was convinced that we had to organise ourselves, either to
convince the Japanese we were not here, or to go down fighting

   Da came to my hut one day in the second week after we had finished work
on the boat, and sat on my sleeping mat with me.  Fortunately Carol was not
there at the time.  "Tony we need to talk.  I gather that you and Carol are
not exactly getting on very well" "That's putting it mildly.' "Why?" "She
thinks we should have used the boat to try for Australia.  But now its too
late so we are stuck with her.  She is also very `stuck up` and thinks that
she is socially much higher than we are." "Are you two having sex" "No - I
think that being raped has put her off the idea." "But how can I help you
Da" "What are your plans Tony?" "As far as I can see we only had two
options, the option of staying here, and organising some sort of defence
just in case, or buggering off in the boat, and getting nabbed by the Japs"
So as far as I am concerned, staying here is the only realistic option.  I
think the Japs will look for their missing troops eventually, but if they
can not find us and we can make them think the island is uninhabited we may
well be left alone.  So we have to get cracking and work out what we are to
do.  We may well have another garrison posted here eventually."

   At the time we were unaware that the Japanese would leave these small
garrisons to live off the land and many of them would never ever be
relieved until long after the war was ended.  But at the time we had to do
the best we could to defend ourselves.  We were of one mind inasmuch that
we preferred to go down fighting than be captured.  The woman were
convinced they would be raped if they were captured.

   She said.  "I have been studying at the University in Kuala Lumpar and I
just got home just before the Japs landed on the mainland, as I wanted the
baby to be born here in my home.  My husband and my father were two of the
men killed by the Japanese soldiers.  Though I never really loved my
husband, he was a nice man, but I miss my father, so I am not really
shedding tears for my husband, and I know I have to move on.  I only
married him because of his money, and the chance of a proper education.  He
was a good man but I did not love him.  But now we are in a situation where
you are the only man on the island, and you have about fifteen women left
of child bearing age, who have lost their husbands.  Do you see where I am
leading?".  "You want me to become the resident stud.?" I asked "To put it
crudely Yes, but that's not all.  The girls are getting a bit restless,
they miss their men, but they are also now are beginning to want to look to
the future.  You have given them hope.  Some of them will soon need a man
in their lives, and they will also want children.  But above all they are
looking to you for leadership."

   " I see the point...."I told her.  "But I thought that if you and I
lived together, you and we could become partners and I could start teaching
you Malay, and we could start teaching the girls English.  I like you Tony
and I am not going to play the grieving widow, so will you move in with me,
and I will try not to be jealous of you helping the other women if it comes
to that.  I will be a good wife.  That is if Carol has no objection, and
you have no objection to living with a pregnant woman.?

   "Carol can go and whistle as far as I am concerned, so OK I agree.  I
think pregnancy makes a woman look more beautiful" I whispered as I boldly
put my arms round her and started to kiss her and caress her.

   "In fact if we do sort of marry I will probably want to keep you
pregnant all the time." "Wow that sounds promising." Laila said with a
cheeky smile on her face.  "I think that you are lovely Da, and I went on
to tell that only a few weeks ago I was supposed to have been getting
married.  "I don't think that you and I are passionately in love or
anything yet, but I certainly like what I know of you, and I think that
together we can start fighting back." Da started to unbutton my shirt and I
slipped out of my Sarong, as I was doing that, she was stroking my skin and
intermingling her actions with little soft kisses.  We lay together on my
sleeping mat, and I said with a little giggle.  This must be the quickest
courtship on record.

   Da did not answer instead she put her hand down and grabbed my cock
gently, she looked at me and smiled happily.  I rolled her over onto her
back and put my head between her legs and started to lick her pussy.  The
soft flesh of her chocolate coloured thighs enveloped me.  She tasted the
way she smelled -- innocent, yet sensual.  She clawed the back of my neck
and screamed, "No!  No!" as she climaxed.  I kissed her thighs

   Before I could change my mind she had my cock and was telling me to make
love to her.  I wanted her badly and who was I to refuse such an
invitation. I pushed in gently she was very tight very wet and very warm.
She pulled me very close to her and I felt her long nails digging into my
back

   I kept a fairly slow pace as I concentrated in pleasing her.  With each
stroke, I felt myself getting closer and closer to coming .  She moved very
expertly with me "Faster...." she whispered.  I closed my eyes and pounded
into her.  The image of her beautiful pregnant body lying beneath me, her
hot breath on my face was quickly bring me to a quick conclusion Yet, I
continued to pound her until I came hard.  She breathed deeply and twitched
a few times.

   I pulled out--exhausted and sweating.  She was smiling.  I took her in
my arms, and held her close.  She lay back resting her head on my shoulder.
I could feel our juices running out of her and making my lap damp.  We lay
there hardly speaking .  "You ready again honey?" She asked quietly I
wanted her badly and she started kissing me tenderly.  She grabbed my cock.
And she pushed me on to my back and then got on top of me.  Suddenly, I was
powerless, yet, it felt right.  She was definitely the boss and knew
exactly what she wanted She took my cock in her small hands and started to
play with it and then with an expertise that was quite astonishing she
jumped on top of me and slid it into her love tunnel .

   I tried to grab her to slow her down a bit, but she was already gone on
her wild ride and I figured it was best to let her enjoy it.  All too soon,
she started to moan and twitch.  I felt myself about to come as well. 
Suddenly, she screamed and collapsed head-first onto my chest.  I grabbed
her by the waist and held her.  She was sweating and spent.  I pulled out
slowly and she eased herself off of me.  We lay together on her bed for
several moments without saying a word.

   Then she said "Tony.  Can you really be a good father to my baby do you
think?" "Yes.  I am sure I can.  I will certainly try" Then she said "Good.
Tony my dear husband from now on let us consider ourselves well and truly
married."

   "This is a Muslim community Tony, and if you become a Muslim you can
have four wives, but as there is no-one here to marry us, we shall just
have to make our own vows to Allah in our own way.  Fortunately you have
been circumcised, so in that respect all is well."

   It was just then that Carol came into the hut and she stopped in the
doorway.  She let out an expression of disgust as she saw that we had
obviously been having sex.  "How can you fuck a native girl?" She asked.  I
felt the anger burning up inside me at the insult to Da.' "Perhaps we
should have let the Japs keep you after all Carol.  It would serve them
right.  But for your information Da and I now consider ourselves married?"

   I was furious at the insult to Da, and I stood up and rolled up my
sleeping mat and my few belongings, and I moved in with Da and her mother
Bashir.  By this time I had got to know and like her mother quite well
after the hard work on the boat, and after the evening meal.  Bashir
suddenly brought up the subject of the Japs returning.

   She said.  "I am sure that there are Jap garrisons on all these small
islands, and with the size of that picket boat that may have been used to
drop the others off.  I am sure that we will have visitors some time soon."


   "I told her "I agree they will come to see their friends, so we do not
want to be here when they come.  We can not fight the whole Jap army." My
first thought was that we should continue to train the younger women in the
use of the firearms we had captured, but I was more concerned in
considering whether there was some way we could hide ourselves, rather than
have a confrontation.  I told her.  "I have been looking up at the top of
the mountain or this massive hill, that dominates the centre of the
island." and I wondered whether there was an easy way to get up there.  I
think we need to at least have a good look for our own safety, and as soon
as possible give an impression to any visiting Japanese that this village
has been abandoned.?"

   I knew from the charts that I had seen while on naval patrol in the
Squirrel and the visits we had made to various communities, that many of
the islands seemed to be similar and most seemed to be dominated by a peak
of some kind in the middle.  I presumed that the islands were formed
hundreds of years ago by some volcanic eruption, and had gradually become
fertile on the surface and started sprouting bushes and trees.

   Bashir said.  "No I don`t think that's possible to get up there easily.
How would we get all the animals up there, and we don't know if there is
enough feed for them on the peak.  We are also very dependent on fishing as
a main source of food.  Some of the women are going to increase the amount
of fish caught so that we can store some dried fish in case of emergencies.
But rumour has it there is quite a nice valley at the top, but it is many
years since anyone made it up there as far as I know."

   I told Bashir.  In that case we must have a look.  When my arm is
stronger I might just give it a try.  Because I think we should look at
every possible alternative " Then she said "I have a better idea if you are
you up to a short swim tomorrow.  There is a large underwater cave near
here we used to visit as kids" Da wanted to come but was forbidden by her
mother because of her pregnancy.  The baby was due shortly and she did not
think that Da should risk it.

   The following morning Bashir and I went to a beach about ten minutes
walk away.  It was near where we had started to maintain one of our lookout
posts.  I noticed she was carrying a battery torch in a rubber sponge bag.
There we were faced with a large cliff.  There was a winding pathway
leading up to the top of the cliff, but Bashir led the way out into the
water, it was low tide, and she told me to wait.  She dived under the water
and it was about five minutes before she returned.

   She was smiling as she told me to follow her.  I dived in the water and
within a short swim we entered an underwater cave, and came up to the
surface.  There was a slight glimmer of light coming from an opening in the
roof and we had a faint light enough to see where we were walking with the
aid of the torch.  There was a sandy beach and we explored the cave for
about fifteen minutes.

   It was certainly large enough to accommodate everyone, but I pointed out
that we could not live in the semi-dark all the time, but it could be a
useful short term hiding place.  As we were in no hurry, we sat on the
beach and talked in the semi darkness.  Bashir was easy to talk to, in her
few words of pigeon English, and suddenly we found ourselves kissing. 
Suddenly I wanted her, she was nice, intelligent and very sexy, almost an
older version of her daughter.  She was so warm and friendly, and I found
it thrilling yet relaxing, to kiss an older woman.  A woman I didn't need
to fear, a beautiful sexy woman who could take responsibility for herself.

   I suppose it was helped by the fact that neither of us were fully
dressed, both of us had wet clothes from the swim and I only had my
underpants on.  Suddenly I felt very vulnerable, almost completely naked,
and my cock sticking up embarrassingly in front of me, although she was
soon naked as well.  I sensed that she really wanted me to make love to
her, and I felt she wanted it as much as I did.  It didn't matter that she
was a different age; it only mattered that suddenly we wanted each other.
We found each other attractive, and we wanted to make love.

   We continued to kiss for a while, our naked bodies intertwined, my hot
cock clamped between our bellies, as we lay back on the sandy beach in the
dim lighting.  I stroked her lean body and her long legs crossed over mine.
I touched her breasts for the first time; they were small and soft, with
stiff nipples.  She laughed and stroked my neck as I kissed them, sucking
them gently.

   After an eternity of bliss, she rolled away from me, onto her back on
the sand.  Her thighs spread apart enticingly.  She reached for my cock;
she pulled.  She pulled me to herself, and arranged me how she wanted me to
be.  She held my cock to her waiting pussy.  Both her hands wrapped around
my cock, and very gently she pressed with her fingertips, urging me
forward.

   The gentle wet pressure of her body against mine, engulfing more than
just my cock, I felt as though my entire being was now held in that wet hot
tunnel, and I knew that this was going to be the most important part of my
very existence here with these people for a long as we lived.  Slowly, I
began to move within her.  Her happy smile informed me that she was a
contented lady and I was doing just fine.

   She started to come; faster, her hands urged me; her hips bucked upwards
against me, her legs and arms wrapped around me.  She squeezed and pulled
me, she groaned her pleasure and approval into my ear.  I ejaculated into
her lovely body, holding her tightly.  We lay together in silence
afterwards.  There didn't seem to be much to say; it had all been said
already.

   I felt a niggling prick of conscience when I thought of Da her daughter,
and the fact that we were now ostensibly husband and wife, but then I
thought about our pact and the fact that the women had decided that I was
to as it were, to be the community stud.

   Bashir and I gradually came to an understanding, that we needed to find
out much more about this island, we agreed I had to continue to teach the
ladies to shoot, and we had to instill an awareness of the danger that we
in all probability faced from the Japs.  In the end we agreed that we had
to hide, but if cornered we had to learn to defend ourselves, and not be
taken alive.

   Over the next week the girls and I explored the island thoroughly. 
Carol sat and sulked, although she did offer to help in the teaching the
women to shoot, and she managed to be useful as a nurse.  About five of the
women looked after fishing and preparing food for the community, while the
rest of us with the exception of Da whose baby was due shortly surveyed the
rest of the island, although they knew it quite well.

   Basically the island was a sheer lump of rock sticking out of the sea,
with a plateau at the base about a mile to three quarters of a mile of
cultivatable land surrounded the base, there were similar sorts of island
quite near, and obviously vegetation had taken hold over hundreds of years.
From the sea it looked as though there was not an actual peak, but it was a
bit like the shape of an egg from the beach.  I had a good look at it with
some binoculars that I had salvaged from the Japanese Boat I could see that
there was quite a lot of trees and vegetation on or near the summit.  But
from every angle it seemed to look quite different

   Myself and a couple of the younger girls paddled round the island in a
fishing boat and I could see that although most of the island was
surrounded by a beach and vegetation one area seemed to have a sheer drop
down to the sea, a bit like the cliffs of Dover.  There was no option other
than to climb the hill from the land side and see for ourselves.

   One day we had a scare as a boat with about four or five Japanese
soldiers started to come towards the island, but one of the young girls
quickly dressed up in a Japanese uniform and carrying a rifle waved to the
boat from the jetty and they turned the boat round and went on to the next
island.  However, once the alarm had been raised the girls all went into
action and we had quite a ring of armed ladies around the possible landing
site.  I felt then that had the Japanese soldiers landed they would not
have lived for very long.

   We also found the cave that Bashir and I had explored had an opening at
the top, which acted like a chimney and it was considered possible to lower
food or older people or babies down if necessary.  It would also keep the
air fresh for some time, but I thought the cave could only be useful in an
emergency and only for a short time, we certainly needed much more
security.

   So when my shoulder was better I planned to set off to climb the mini
mountain in the centre of our island.  However the day we were due to set
off, we were hit by a quite fierce gale.  The steam pinnace vanished during
the course of the gale, and the sleeting rain that came with it.  The
weather took three days until it was safe enough for us to venture out on
our climb.

   I was accompanied by a young woman called Nadja who had lost her husband
and brother in the Japanese assassination of the men folk.  She was very
shy, but after struggling upwards through some dense undergrowth, and
having to help hack our way through brush the shyness soon disappeared, and
following a winding sort of path that had obviously only been used by
animals we started to make better progress.  The climb gradually became
easier and there were a few small places where we could stop and rest, as
the terrain gradually got easier and the bush got thinner the higher we
climbed.

   After about four hours we reached a plateau not too far from the summit
and to my surprise we found that there was quite a large grassed area and a
small stream with cool fresh water coming down from a slightly higher peak.
Nadja indicated in sign language that this was the stream where the
villagers got their fresh drinking water from, in the village down below.

   That first day we went no further but rested for the night in the shade
of some trees.  I had a torch which allowed me to send three long flashes
when I got a clear sight of the village which told them that we were both
OK.

   Nadja was very quiet and we had to communicate by her understanding of a
few words of English, sign language and my few words of the Malaysian
language.  We both found the weather was colder at this height, and
although we had brought a blanket each, I awoke to see Nadja shivering. 
Without any encouragement from me, she moved into my arms and sat on my lap
with my arms round her.  With both blankets wrapped round us we slept
better sharing the warmth of our two bodies, although I was certainly very
conscious of having an attractive young woman in my arms..

   We awoke early the next morning and started climbing in the cool of the
morning and within an hour we had reached a ridge where we were faced by a
steep rock face which was impossible for us to climb.  For a few moments we
were in despair then Nadja having more energy than me started searching
behind some bushes found a sort of cave which we initially thought would be
good shelter for us for the night.  Having settled in and built a small
fire we decided to explore further into the cave.  After stumbling through
what seemed to be a very long cavern we saw light in the distance and
coming out the other side we found we were in a sort of valley with a rocky
outcrop surrounding us.

   The plateau was very sheltered on three sides by a rock face and on the
fourth side we could not see properly but it had a stand of trees.  It had
a large green area with a fairly large lake and some wild fowl and ducks
flying around.  The lake was fresh water and to our surprise seemed to have
some quite large fresh water fish swimming around.  I presumed that the
wild fowl had over the years brought fish spawn to the lake on their feet.

   Examining the rock face we found a number of caves but none gave an
entrance like the one we had come through.  They all ended with the rock
face of the mountain.  I was quite excited as this was much better that I
had anticipated.  I thought there was a good possibility for us to sit out
the war here.

   The plateau which seemed to be the summit was big enough to hold our
small community.  However the first thing that struck me was how quiet it
was, there was no background sound of the sea.  just the rustling of the
trees, and the bushes and occasional noise from the wild life.  We moved
into the shade of some trees, and Nadja soon had a fire going and soon the
rice pot was boiling away.  Our meal was supplemented by some duck eggs
which we found in a nest at the side of the lake.

   First impressions were promising and we explored the valley and the
caves for several hours.  The small caves were ideal for shelter there was
plenty of grass, and with my binoculars I had a clear view of the sea on
that side of the island for some miles.  The next island was not too
faraway and was certainly occupied by the Japanese and with my glasses I
could see their encampment, but their was no sign of any local inhabitants.
The sheer cliff face on one side of the plateau seemed a long way down to
the sea, but I thought we could use that side of the plateau for getting
small loads and possibly some of the larger animals up from the sea.  if we
had some blocks and tackle.

   Nadja sat down and started making a drawing of the plateau, and from
what I learned from her, she seemed as happy as I was to move the village
up here.  It would be a long arduous job to make the move, but providing we
kept a good watch out for Japanese aircraft overflying we should be
relatively safe here.

   That night we settled down early and Nadja seemed to have come to a
decision.  Nadja lay naked on the sleeping mat looking up at me with a
small cloth across her pussy to preserve some sort of modesty.  Her
beautiful brown eyes were smiling up at me full of unbridled lust.  I
joined her and took her warm slim body into my arms she seemed very hot. 
Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and her arms hung round my neck. 
After a while when we had finished exploring each others bodies, she pushed
me on to my back and she climbed on top of me.

   I could feel my cock between her legs rubbing up against her pussy.  Her
kisses were passionate and wet and her body was moving on mine all the
time. Her long black hair tumbled down around my head as she kissed every
part of my face and ears, then she fastened on to my lips for a long
lingering wet kiss.

   She moved down my body and took my cock in her mouth, she could not
manage it all, but her mouth was going up and down gently, sending a series
of tingling shocks through my body.  Her one hand clasped my balls,
fondling them gently.

   Straddling my head, she descended onto my mouth and I got busy licking
her and pushing my tongue up into her love tunnel .  But she was impatient
and within a few minutes she was straddling my cock.  She lowered her body
gently, her eyes fastened intently on mine as she gradually lowered her
young body down until I could get in no farther.  She was impaled firmly on
my cock, her body moving up and down gently synchronizing with my upward
thrusts.

   The soft feel of her body the exotic smell of her body and the flexing
of her vagina muscles drove me wild with passion.  I could feel my cock in
as far a I could go and there was no way I could hold out much longer.  We
exploded together, her moans filled the room with their passion.  After a
few moments she collapsed alongside me on the mat and we fell asleep for a
while in each others arms.

   We made love about three times that night and again in the early
morning. Nadja once again prepared a meal, and I managed to catch a duck
and we roasted it over an open fire.  We took care to ensure that we kept
any fires away from the possibility of being sighted by overflying Japanese
aircraft.  Going down was a lot quicker than the journey up to the top of
the hill and we got to the village within two and a half hours, we were
greeted with a great deal of fuss when we got to the village.

   I was just in time as Da had just gone into labour and she gave birth to
a lovely young baby girl, which we named Tiara In our absence Bashir had
got some of the girls setting up defensive positions within the tree line,
in a sort of perimeter just in case we had a surprise visit.

   Nadja told the village what we had found while I was able to explain my
views to Da.  There seemed to be a unanimous consensus, that we should
move. However there was just one point of concern, and that was that the
villagers were very dependant on fish as a food source.  We did not have
time to explore the quantity or quality of fish in the lake on the
mountain, but we were certainly very sure they were edible.

   In the end it as decided that four ladies would stay near the village
for a while and move into the underwater cave to live as a temporary
measure, and they would fish for the whole community.  Their catches could
be sent up the cliff face in a basket.  The ladies could rotate
occasionally, they were fairly sure that they could hide the boats they
would use for fishing in a place where any visiting Japanese could not find
them.  leaving some of the older boats to be found by any Japanese visitors
which would help the illusion that the island was abandoned.

   The next week saw hectic activity as the move started to the top of the
hill.  We found that moving the cattle was not as difficult as we had first
anticipated.  Being led they struggled up to the plateau's that Nadja and I
had found so necessary, they managed the narrow path to the summit with
several stops for a few hours to graze and rest, in the places that we had
found so necessary.  The first problem with the cattle was getting them
through the cave, but once the cave had been freed from rocks they
eventually were persuaded to enter the valley, once inside the valley they
soon settled down and started feeding.

   We had one scare when a Japanese motor boat came round the headland and
seemed to be heading for the jetty, but one of the young girls quickly
dressed in a Japanese uniform and strolled along the beach with a rifle
over her shoulder, and waved at the approaching boat, which seemed to think
all was well and turned away to go to the next island.

   With a lot of hard work and dedication we completed the move in five
days.  At a head count we had 34 women, four young teenagers, numerous
babies plus Carol and myself, living on the top of the hill with four women
left near the village to set the fishing nets.

   The village was left with some pots and pens scattered around bits of
food and some old clothes, to give the appearance of being abandoned very
quickly, some of the crops were left rotting so that any one coming to the
village would think that the island had been abandoned in a hurry.

   The biggest problem was that the few rubber trees and other crops would
be left unattended, but they could not sell any produce while the war was
still on although there was some hope that we could start growing crops in
our mountain hide-out

   From the top of the hill we had a clear view of the pier by parting some
bushes so we set up the heavy machine gun to sweep the pier if it became
necessary.  On the other side of the plateau we had quite a clear view down
to the next island with our binoculars, and the rifle sight from the sniper
rifle.  I thought it was very likely that I could kill a few Jap soldiers
from our position with the sniper rifle, but it was a very long shot and I
thought better of it, as it would only be likely bring trouble down on our
head.

   The next few months went without incident, everyone was busy settling in
to our new homes.  However, I was surprised when Carol suddenly approached
me in a warmer mood one day and complimented me on the way in which I had
organised everything.  To put it crudely she missed having a man in her
life.  I got the message loud and clear .

   I was watching the Japs on the next island as she came and lay down
close to me.  She just lay there for a while and then she said.  "Tony I
was wrong about you -if we survive it will all be down to you.  I think we
will be here for a long time and we will have to live together, and will
you please make love to me as you do with the other women some time."

   I said "Thank you Carol, I am free now as I turned towards her.

   Carol inched towards me and her blouse opened.  As I licked her nipple I
could feel it harden I felt Carol begin to move.  "Tony dear what are you
doing." "You're hard dear, and really this all wrong.  I need you even
though I may still be married, but if I am, I trust my husband will forgive
me, but he will certainly be a prisoner of the Japanese but as she spoke
she snuggled closer and kissed me on the cheek.  "Tony I am so sorry the
way I treated you - you deserved better from me." I did not say anything as
I held her tight for a few minutes.  I knew that she was fighting an
internal battle about being faithful to a man who might be dead, or
submitting to what her body was telling her she needed now.  Then Carol
started nibbling my ear her warm breath tickling me, and the exotic smell
of her warm body filling my nostrils.  Then I felt her free hand playing
with my cock.

   She laughed gently.  "Tony I miss Alan a lot.  But he may be dead , so
what do I do?  You are tempting me, and you make me feel good.  You are
making me feel like a proper woman and making me feel really wanted and
desirable.  I know I asked you to do this, but please be careful - be
gentle."

   Then she started smothering my face with soft wet kisses as I grabbed
her and pulled her over on top of me.  She felt very soft and very sexy.

   Within minutes she was lying between my legs.  She was rubbing her body
hard against me and I was enjoying the feel of this sexy female against my
body.  I was surprised that she had come round to wanting me after the
initial rejection .  I wondered whether her husband would approve if he was
alive and knew the circumstances we were living in.

   She whispered "Oh Tony I know this is all wrong but I want you badly."
Tony could feel her body rubbing against my cock "Yes Carol, that's my cock
you are rubbing against." I said.  It was my turn to grin as I saw the lust
in her eyes .  She leaned over and gave me a smile and a long passionate
kiss on the lips

   Tony gazed up into her eyes as I kissed her back - I realised then just
how beautiful Carol was.  I knew in my heart, that if we fucked now it
would not be the last time.  I was not going to abandon Da I loved her, but
as the only man on the island I had to play this role for all the women.  I
knew that if I stopped she would feel rejected, and I knew that her skills
as a nurse were important in our situation.  She gazed down at me her eyes
serious, she was panting a little bit and a look of seriousness in her eyes
Then she bent down and once again our lips met.  I somehow knew then that
she had made a momentous decision and we were destined to become occasional
lovers and friends.

   At the same time I felt my cock slip between her legs and rub against
the lips of her pussy.  The warm sticky moistness told me that playtime was
over and that she wanted me to get down to business."

   Are you ready?" I asked

   She gave a wide-eyed little nod of her head.

   "Then put me in.  " I said quietly. .  She reached down shuffling her
body a little as she grabbed my cock and lined it up with the entrance to
her love tunnel.  She held my cock in a firm but gentle grip.  She rubbed
me up and down her vulva lips.  She placed me at the entrance to her love
tunnel, taking her weight on her hands as they rested on my hips

   Gradually she let her body sink on to my cock until I could go no
farther.  She started moving up and down gently and within seconds I knew
she was having her first orgasm as she came with a little wail of
contentment..

   I pushed against her to prolong her orgasm, when she finished cumming
she looked down at me in awe.  She Ly down on my body and once again we
kissed.  "That was fantastic and I knew that somehow she had got over the
rape experience."

   We spent the next hour enjoying each other.  She came several times even
stronger than before as I did Her moans and screams were loud and often
proving beyond all doubt that she was still capable of enjoying sex.

   Carol was an incredible lover; I marveled that she had been doing
without in the absence of her husband.  She seemed to be able to come time
after time no matter what I was doing to her.  After an hour we both fell
back exhausted, she rained long slow passionate kisses on my lips before we
fell asleep, to awaken once again as dusk fell.

   That evening I went back to Da who was nursing Tiara and I told her what
had happened between me and Carol.  Da went quiet and then she said "Does
that mean you don't want me now you have a European woman?" I put my arms
round her and I said "Da dear I want you as my wife for ever and ever."
During the next eighteen months nothing of great significance happened.  We
survived, we had enough food except for rice, which everyone missed, but we
had no way of getting any fresh supplies.  Some children were born with my
help and both Carol and Da were pregnant, although Carol was certainly a
little worried how she would explain the baby to her husband if he survived
the war.

   Then one day we were alerted by the arrival of a rubber dinghy and three
American navy men, who landed on the pier with their firearms at the ready.
They eventually scouted the village and it took me three hours with two of
the women before we got down to the village.  Two of them were asleep in
one of the huts and the other was sitting outside with a rifle to keep
guard.

   Apparently they had been watching the island and seeing no sign of life
decided that it could be the ideal spot for an observation post to monitor
Japanese shipping and troop movements in the area.  They were intrigued
with my story and they introduced themselves as Hank Waters a Lieutenant
jg, Fred Masters and Rick Hayley as seaman from the submarine USS Tornado.

   The sailors were intrigued at the fact that the girls seemed at home
with the automatic weapons, and were carrying two grenades each.  We
decided to take them to meet the rest of the community.  We led the way and
eventually we reached our home on the plateau, with three very exhausted
sailors.  We showed them the Japanese on the next island and it took a lot
of persuading to stop the Lieutenant from having a pot shot at them with
our sniper rifle.  Eventually I convinced him it was better to leave them
there, and not to bring down trouble on to us

   They managed to get a signal back to their boat that they were safe and
that the island was unoccupied.  I offered to keep a look out for Japanese
activity and send details if they would leave us a radio.  As a signalman I
was quite at home with how to operate wireless equipment.  However the
Lieutenant became quite aggressive, and tried to order me to go with them
to report back for active service.

   The girls were now quite literate with English and were violently
opposed to my leaving them.  I told the Lieutenant politely.  "You are in
the wrong navy to order me about sir and this island is part of Malaysia
which is a Crown Colony" but I would appreciate you notifying the Royal
Navy about my survival and our existence here."

   It was December 1945 with the war at an end when I was picked up by a
destroyer searching for Japanese on the remote islands.  I left Da and our
two children and promised I would be back.  My parents were pleased to see
me.  and I was discharged with six months leave owing.  I arranged for my
new family to leave the island and move back to England after my discharge,
but now I had to go and fetch them.

   January 1946

   I arrived back in Singapore on January 31st 1946.  I had managed to
cadge a lift on a Royal navy carrier which was on duty as a trooper to
Singapore.  I had eight months leave and three years pay owing to me and I
was on leave pending discharge.  I visited HMS Terror in Singapore and the
Naval Dockyard surprised to see so many Japanese soldiers wandering around
awaiting shipment back to Japan.  A US diesel electric Submarine Chaser now
known as HMS Hotham was providing the power for the dockyard as the
Japanese had destroyed the electricity supply before they surrendered.

   I went back to the berth where Trevor and I had left on that fateful day
on the old SS Majestic just before the surrender of the island, and nothing
much had changed.  I met Lin's brother who had survived the war by
virtually hiding most of the time, and he told me of the many atrocities
that had taken place under the Japanese occupation, especially against the
Chinese residents.

   The military hospital where I had spent a few days suffered one of the
worst incidents when the Japanese bayoneted all the wounded and raped the
nurses.  My next stop is back to the island to pick up Da and my family. 
Where we eventually make our permanent home has yet to be decided.
   The End