Submission (11 page)

'What do you mean?' Rose asked, her wide eyes focused on Hannah's mouth nibbling at her thick outer vaginal lips.

'Nothing. Now, will you talk?'

'No, I don't care what you do to me, I won't, I can't tell you anything.'

Positioning herself between the younger girl's legs, Hannah began to lick the length of her moist valley, pulling the soft cushions of flesh apart to expose the sensitive, girlish folds to her inquisitive tongue. Rose moaned a deep moan of pleasure as her clitoris hardened and her warm milk began to flow over her pinken petals. Her naked body tethered, a girl licking between her intimate folds, she found herself becoming aroused as never before. Hannah closed her eyes, sinking into a dreamy world of warmth and sex as she lapped up the girl's sticky juices, savouring the inebriating scent of femininity.

As Rose neared her climax, Hannah licked and sucked in a sexual frenzy, knowing that her goal was coming, that her prisoner would soon be pumping her orgasm into her ravenous mouth. Was this love? she wondered as she pushed three fingers into the girl's tight sheath. Did she love Emily, or was her love purely for the female body - any female body? Whatever her love, she didn't care. Her only present concern was the beautifully wet vagina engulfing her fingers, the hard pulsating clitoris swelling obligingly within her hungry mouth.

All too soon, it seemed, Rose arched her back, gasped her gasps of orgasm, pumped out her juices of love as her heaven of sensations engulfed her very being. Hannah mouthed at the pink folds, sucked the climax from the pulsing nodule now protruding delightfully from the surrounding red flesh. To sustain the mutual pleasure, she buried four fingers deep in the girl's hot spasming cavern, massaging the softness there until Rose begged for her to stop.

'Please, that's enough!' she cried as Hannah continued to suck and lick her clitoris, bringing her fading orgasm back to another incredible peak. 'Please, please, stop now!' But Hannah persisted, delighting in the wondrous words of painful pleasure falling from the pretty lips of her tethered prisoner. She couldn't help herself. The pleasure, the spasming vagina gripping her fingers, the pulsing clitoris against her tongue seemed to possess her, drive her on to suck and suck until the girl almost passed out in her sexual ecstasy.

Finally slipping her fingers from Rose's inflamed cavern, Hannah moved them down between her buttocks and began to feel for the secret entrance there. 'No!' Rose screamed as Hannah located the tiny opening and pushed a finger deep into the slimy warmth. 'Take it out, please!' Still mouthing and licking the swollen flesh surrounding her vagina. Hannah pushed another finger into the girl's pussy-hole and began her fucking motions, ramming both holes as hard as she could as she brought Rose's clitoris to another shuddering climax. 'God, no!' Rose cried as her entire body shook with the debauched pleasure between her legs. 'God, I'm coming again!'

Ramming and twisting her fingers with a vengeance, Hannah almost ripped the girl's young body open as she thrust more fingers into her open holes and elicited another climax from her swollen clitoris. 'You must stop!' Rose begged as she rode high on the beautiful crest of her multiple orgasm, her quivering vagina spilling its juices over Hannah's hand, her clitoris drowning in its pleasure.

As Rose fell limp, her stomach rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her eyes rolling with sexual euphoria, Hannah slipped her burning fingers from the furnaces of sex. Her own clitoris aching with desire, she slipped her clothes off and sat astride her prisoner's flushed face. Opening her wet slit wide with her slender fingers, she lowered her pussy over Rose's mouth and positioned her expectant hole in readiness for the girl's darting tongue.

Her juices decanting, Hannah gasped as Rose pushed her tongue into her hole and began to explore the hot velveteen walls within. Unable to contain her orgasm she moved her valley back to push her clitoris into the girl's mouth where it immediately exploded, transmitting incredible waves of sexual pleasure through her body, her mind. 'Lick it! Suck it!' she cried in her desperation. 'I'm coming in your mouth! Yes, yes, that's it! God! That's it!'

Her climax gently receding, Hannah collapsed over Rose's body, panting for breath, gasping her appreciation as she massaged the last pulses of sex from her clitoris. The girls didn't speak as Hannah climbed from her captive and stood by the bed - their nakedness, their wet faces, their swollen vaginal lips saying more than words could ever say.

Dressing, Hannah realized that while she had extorted immense sexual pleasure from the girl, she'd got no information. Sex, love, lust, it seemed, was coming between her and the fight for women's rights. Perhaps Jo was right after all? Hannah needed help. But given time, she would emerge on one side or the other. Love caused confusion, distracted the mind, she mused. And sex was addictive - especially lesbian sex.

'I've not been able to get Emily on the radio!' Julia gasped as she climbed down the ladder and flung the curtain back. Hannah frowned as she grabbed the radio and called Emily. Nothing could have gone wrong, surely? she thought as she waited to hear Emily's voice emerge from the radio.

'Try another channel,' Julia suggested.

'No, she knows which is the calling channel, and she knows not to switch the radio off. Something's happened, something's gone wrong - I know it!'

Sitting at the table, Hannah was making her plans with Julia when the radio burst into life. 'Hannah, are you there?'

'Emily! Where the hell have you been?'

'I've... It looks as if we're sunk. Rebecca is...'

'What is it? What's the matter?'

'Nothing's the matter!' Fowler laughed. 'Things couldn't be better! I'm taking Emily back to the centre with me. There are several more things I want to do to her young body. You've no objections, have you?'

'Lay a finger on her, Fowler, and I'll kill you!'

'Yes, yes, I know. I'm not planning on laying
a
finger on her, I'm planning to push
all
my fingers into her little cunny, amongst other things! Anyway, we're almost there now so I'll say goodbye.'

Hannah turned and focused her tearful eyes on Julia. 'That's it, then,' she sighed. 'We're finished. How the hell did Fowler escape?'

'God knows, but we're not finished, you're forgetting something. Emily used the words
we're sunk
, didn't she? Have you forgotten what that means?'

'You're right! It means that she's lying, trying to say something, give us a clue. She mentioned Rebecca before Fowler grabbed her radio. I'll bet she's still in the basement!'

'I can't believe that Fowler would escape and leave her behind! But we can't be sure, can we? I'll go and check it out. See you later.'

Alone, Hannah cried for Emily, her friend, her lover, cursing herself for playing stupid games of tit-for-tat. She blamed herself for everything. Guilt rose again and swamped her mind. She should never have sexually abused Rose - or Fowler. Her confusion rising, she pictured Rose's thick vaginal lips and sighed.

'You there, Kelley?' Fowler blasted over the radio.

'Yes, I'm here.'

'I just thought I'd let you know that your friend is naked, chained to a table, and looking forward to me having some fun with her. I've a very thick, very long piece of polished wood in my hand, and I'm just wondering if it's possible to slip its entire length into her sweet little bottom-hole. I'll give you a call later to let you know how I'm doing, shall I?'

'We've one thing to be thankful for,' Julia submitted on her return in the early hours of the morning. Sitting at the table with her head in her hands, Hannah looked up to focus her sleepy eyes on her friend.

'I must have dropped off,' she yawned. 'Anyway, what have we to be thankful for?' she asked despondently.

'Come and see.'

Following Julia up the ladder into the early morning mist, Hannah smiled at the sight of Rebecca tied to a tree. 'Ah, Rebecca!' she exclaimed gleefully. 'It's good to see you again. I suppose Julia's told you that Fowler has Emily? So what I intend to do is take this ridiculous tit-for-tat game a step further. I'm going to do to you exactly what Fowler does to Emily. I know his methods, and I have no qualms about treating you as he treats his prisoners. Let's get her on the bed with Rose, Julia. I can't wait to get started!'

'Don't you think that lowering yourself to Fowler's level is wrong, Hannah?' Julia asked as she guided Rebecca down the ladder.

'If you can't beat them, then join them!'

'Yes, but we're losing sight of our goal. Taking prisoners isn't what we should be doing. And we certainly shouldn't be sexually abusing them! We should be out on sabotage missions.'

'For your information, an electricity sub-station at Gatwick airport is being destroyed today so there'll be no planes coming or going for some time. That should upset Evans! Anyway, if you don't like the way things are going, then don't have anything to do with it. Whatever you may think, I intend to treat this little whore the way Fowler treats innocent women!'

'Well, I'm not staying around to watch. It's debased!'

'Okay, help me tie her to the bed, and you can go.'

'You worry me, Hannah. There's something wrong with you! You enjoy all this, don't you? Doing things to women turns you on, doesn't it?'

'Shut up, Julia! You're talking rubbish! Now get her tied down and then bugger off somewhere for a while!' Emily looked up at the young man as he walked towards her, grinning. 'So you're Emily, are you? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be mixed up in all this, you know. I'm Derek, by the way. Ron's asked me to help him prise some information out of you, so let's get you in a suitable position, shall we?'

'I'm saying nothing!'

'We'll see about that, my girl! Actually, it's Ron who wants information, not me. I'm only interested in your beautiful body, your lovely firm breasts, your nipples, and especially your beautiful tight cunt!'

'You're vile! Perverted!'

'Call me what you like, I'm going to enjoy your body! Why don't you just relax and enjoy it too? Think yourself lucky that you have me to pleasure you, to fill your wet cunt with my hard knob and pleasure you.'

Fowler entered the room to find Emily standing naked in the middle of the floor, her feet tied wide apart, her arms elevated above her head by chains hanging from the ceiling. 'Ah, that's good, Derek!' he said approvingly as he lifted Emily's head and kissed her full mouth. 'Let's get started, shall we? You're going to enjoy this, my dear!'

Taking a jar from a drawer, he unscrewed the top and scooped out a handful of jelly. 'A little lubricant!' he laughed, smearing the cold jelly between Emily's splayed buttocks. Closing her eyes, she knew exactly what was going to happen as she felt the young man part her buttocks and stab at her tiny anal entrance with his hard knob.

As her muscles were forced open and the head of his penis slipped into the unfamiliar tube, old memories surfaced, memories of her time at boarding school, of her early carefree days of sexual experimentation with her friend, Jilly. Climbing into one or other bed at night, each would explore the other's fresh young body, her crevices, the small mounds of her chest, together slipping their fingers into their secret holes to massage the soft wetness there. Fingering each other's little bottom-holes had brought wonderful feelings, wild sensations of ecstasy. But they had not been lesbians - simply schoolgirls learning about sex. In their rising frenzies, they would explore every inch of flesh: touch, feel, caress until the uncontrollable desire for orgasm took over and they rubbed each other frantically until they had attained their goals - their illicit heavens.

As the young man's thick length slipped into her bowels, filling, stretching her until she gasped, Emily remembered lying in her bed with one hand under her leg fingering her bottom, the other inducing ripples of pleasure from her hard clitoris. Each morning she'd masturbate until her mother called out that it was late. Red-faced, flushed with guilt, she would emerge from her bedroom to smile her good morning, ready to face the day after her wondrous orgasms.

The hard penis deep within her bowels began to move in and out, bringing her wonderful sensations, stiffening her clitoris, wetting her vagina. As Fowler stood before her, his erect penis in his hand, she closed her eyes, wondering at the feeling of two cocks deep within her holes, at the new sensations she was about to experience.

Suddenly, Fowler's weapon was plunged deep into her tight vagina. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, determined to take whatever torture she was put through, whatever wonderful sensations emanated from between her open legs.

Her body swaying back and forth as the two hard cocks rammed between her thighs, Emily tried desperately to deny the fact that she was deriving immense pleasure from the debased union. Her body would split open, she thought as they rammed her harder, bloating her pelvis with their massive organs, stretching her buttocks and swollen pussy lips apart with their fingers to penetrate her body deeper than she'd have believed possible.

Fowler suddenly grunted as his rod stiffened and twitched inside her. The young man, too, gasped as his penis swelled to an incredible size and spurted out its sperm, filling her, lubricating her bottom-hole as he thrust still harder into the depths of her tight bowels. Now Fowler filled her too, pumping out his offering as he grimaced and panted and pulled her swollen lips up and open as wide as he could to penetrate even deeper into her used body.

Shuddering, gasping, Emily reached her summit, too. Her clitoris exploding in sympathy with the erupting purple knobs buried within the hotness of her body, she gasped her debauched pleasure. 'Fill my cunt! Fuck my holes!' All thoughts of Hannah faded into oblivion as her muscles gripped the invading rods, sucking every last ripple of pleasure from them before she finally fell limp and hung pitifully from her chains.

The knobs withdrawing, she sensed her portals closing, sperm mingling with her own plentiful juices to course down her legs. Her eyes still closed, she listened to the movements going on around her. There would be more, she knew. But pleasurable as it had been, she didn't know how much more she could take.