Submission (12 page)

Without warning, a cold object slipped between her buttocks and located her bottom-hole. Twisting, pushing, it slipped into the sullied, sperm-filled tube and found its way deep inside. Too thick and hard to be a penis, she couldn't imagine what was invading the privacy of her body. Though the sensations were painfully wonderful, she cried out in her terror.

'No, no more!' she begged as the huge phallus sank further and further into her bowels, delightfully bloating her once private passage. Now a second, larger phallus pushed past her inflamed lips and filled her tight sheath. Opening her eyes, she gazed down to see the end of a thick piece of wood protruding between her stretched-lips.

'That's nothing!' Flower laughed. 'I'm going to increase the size every day until you're so big that I'll be able to get both my fists inside you! I'll leave those there for a couple of hours and then come back. My turn for her pretty little bottom-hole next time, Derek, okay?'

'Yes, and my turn for her little or, should I say, most accommodating, cunt!' Sitting in his office chatting to Derek, Fowler jumped up when Swain arrived, her face afire with anger. 'Where the hell have you been?' she demanded, thumping her fist on his desk. 'And where's Rebecca?'

'I was caught by Kelley, you know that! We were both caught. Anyway, Rebecca's free. She'll probably be here soon.'

'I've just heard that Kelley still has her, you fool!'

'She can't have! We both escaped, our friendly mole released us. I was going to get her some clothes when I came across that Emily Johnson, so I thought it better to grab her and leave Rebecca to make her own way back.'

'Oh, right! So you didn't stop to think that the most important thing is Evans's daughter, then? You idiot! They've also got Rose, did you know that?'

'If you've quite finished, I want a word with you about that Julia Brown! She told me that you're after my job. And Evans questioned me about me deliberately sending his daughter off. You'd better explain yourself!'

'I didn't say that, he got the wrong end of the stick. And I wouldn't believe a word that Julia says. Anyway, where's Emily Johnson? I've some unfinished business with her!'

'Across the corridor, waiting for Derek and me to enjoy her young body again.'

Flinging the door open, Swain grinned at Emily. 'So, we meet again! This time, young lady, things are going to be very different! You're going to regret the day you were born!'

'Go to hell, Swain!' Emily spat as the woman sucked hard on her nipple. 'You can do what you like with me, I'll never talk!'

'Who asked you to talk? I don't want information, I want your body! And I'm going to start by borrowing some of Mr Fowler's weird and wonderful devices. I'll be back shortly.' 'Kelley, are you there?' a male voice bellowed over the radio. Hannah picked up the microphone, frowning as she answered.

'Yes, I'm here, who is this?'

'Richard Evans. I want us to talk.'

'Oh, you do, do you? And what do you want to talk about, the horrendous things Fowler and Swain get up to in your so-called correction centres?'

'No, I want to talk about Rebecca. And I want to discuss amnesty.'

'Amnesty? You're mad! If you think I'm going to give up you can forget it!'

'Can we meet?'

'Meet? You
do
think I'm mad, don't you?'

'To be honest, I quite admire you. Actually, I do want to talk about the correction centres. I don't like the way things are going any more than you do. Listen, your terms, you choose the time and place, and I'll come alone - I promise.'

'All right. But I'll have my armed girls with me, and if there's trouble, they won't hesitate to shoot.'

'All right, when and where?'

'East Grinstead. There's a track next to the George pub leading to Murtle Grove farm. I'll be there in exactly four hours. Just follow the track to the end and wait.'

'I'll be there - alone.' Hannah listened to another battery of complaints when Julia eventually returned to the camp. Finding the girl's rantings and ravings that things were getting out of hand annoying, she ordered her to get lost. Sadly, she mused, as the girl climbed the ladder, Julia was far from a lesbian. But worse, she was becoming a risk. If she really didn't like the way things were going at the camp, she might well try and do something about it. And the last thing they needed was mutiny!

Her thoughts turned to the mole, the girl, whoever she was, who was feeding Fowler information. It wasn't Julia - she was new on the scene. So who was it? How had Fowler captured Emily? Had someone tipped him off? But more to the point, how the hell had Fowler escaped? And why hadn't he taken Rebecca with him? Confused in her thoughts of espionage, spies, moles - her sexuality - Hannah pulled the curtain aside to grin at Rose. She had retaliation on her mind - retaliation for Emily. Emily winced when Swain returned with two thick leather straps and released her feet. Clamping the straps around her legs just above her knees, Swain laughed when Emily asked their purpose. Pulling two chains down from the ceiling, she connected them to metal rings on the straps before moving to a control box on the wall.

The chains rose, lifting Emily's legs, bending her knees until she was hanging in a sitting position. Then, swinging apart, they opened her legs, forcing her thick cunt lips to swell and bulge out beneath her splayed buttocks. Hanging with the sexual centre of her body wide open, Emily gasped as the thick phallus suddenly shot from her bloated sheath to land on the floor.

'There, now you're wide open and ready for anything!' Swain laughed as she pulled up a chair and positioned herself under Emily's open slit. Examining the stretched brown tissue surrounding the huge piece of wood protruding between her buttocks, the dyke pushed the anal phallus further into Emily's bowels. Parting her pink fleshy lips, she licked and sucked the creamy fluid as it oozed from the crudely bared vaginal opening. 'You taste lovely,' she murmured as she pushed her tongue into the hot hole and lapped at the wet flesh. 'Would you like to come?'

Hanging from her chains, Emily's discomfort faded as Swain moved her tongue up to her clitoris. She did want to come - desperately - but the degradation worried her. Her body, her innermost sanctum so crudely displayed, a debased woman tonguing her clitoris, a hard thick phallus buried deep within her bowels, brought her a wonderful sense of obscenity. She wanted more degradation, more humiliation, more lewdness - she wanted orgasm.

Sliding the wooden phallus in and out of Emily's hot bowels, Swain licked at the girl's clitoris, swelling it until it began to throb against the lesbian's tongue with the beginnings of its climax. Emily breathed her satisfaction as her tiny bud erupted, sending its quivering, pulsating pleasure through her body. Her muscles gripping the phallus, her juices flowing over her glistening flesh, she tossed her head back and hung limp from her bonds as her climax gently receded, leaving her used body gaping, dripping with the spoils of lesbian lust.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' Swain panted as she lapped up the last of Emily's juices. 'I know I did!'

'Having fun?' asked Fowler, entering the room.

'I've only just started,' Swain replied eagerly. 'Are you going to join me?'

'Yes, I may as well take my pleasure with the young lady again,' he conceded, slipping the wooden phallus from Emily's bottom. 'How would you like me to slip this into your sweet bottom-hole?' he asked, wielding his hard penis. Emily didn't answer. There was no answer - she had no choice other than to accept Fowler's weapon.

Positioning himself behind Emily, he stabbed his hard knob between her buttocks and quickly rammed his thick length home. Taking her buttocks in his hands, he bounced her up and down, impaling her on his shaft as Swain began fingering her wet sheath and licking her clitoris again.

Her body aching for sex, Emily felt the beginnings of another orgasm deep within her swirling womb as Derek entered the room and looked in wonderment at the incredible scenario. Moving Swain aside, he slipped his penis between Emily's vaginal lips and began to ram her cervix as hard as he could. Swinging on her chains, her body flung back and forth like a rag doll, she took the full length of first one and then the other solid penis as Swain sucked hard on her nipples and massaged her clitoris to another mind-blowing climax.

Emily couldn't take much more, she knew, as her aching clitoris pulsed time after time.
Will they use me again?
she wondered fearfully.
Will they use me every hour, every day, until my gaping body splits in two?
As her climax receded, her clitoris exploded in orgasm yet again, sending its shock waves resounding through every nerve ending, to the swirling depths of her mind, rendering her semi-conscious with the vile pleasure between her open legs.

At last, the hard knobs swelled and emptied their fruits into Emily's body where they lubricated her soft cylinders in readiness for the next beautiful hammering. As the intruding shafts slipped from her inflamed holes, she opened her eyes and looked at Swain. Perceiving the evil mirrored in the dyke's narrow eyes, she became fearful of the gross woman's intentions.

Releasing Emily's perspiring body, Fowler carried her to the table and sat her on the edge before laying her down and tying her wrists to two metal rings at each corner. Her feet just off the floor, her thighs wide apart, he tied her ankles to the table legs and stood up.

'There, now your wet cunny is hanging over the edge of the table all ready for your next session,' he chuckled, thrusting four fingers into the slippery warmth of her gaping hole. 'Are they ready, Derek?'

'Ready when we are.'

'Right, let's get started.'

The protagonists left the room, leaving Emily wondering at her next feat, her next vaginal battering - her next wonderful climax. Soon, Fowler returned, followed by two young men. Scrutinizing her young body, they both grinned and nodded at him. 'I'll leave you to it,' he said, closing the heavy steel door behind him.

As one man parted Emily's wet pussy lips and peered into her vagina, the other turned her head and brushed her long dark hair from her face, smiling gleefully. 'I'll take her mouth,' he drooled, unzipping his trousers and exhibiting his hard thick penis to Emily's wide eyes.

'Open wide!' he ordered, pressing the purple knob to her pursed lips. She had no choice, she knew, as she parted her lips and allowed the salty knob to enter her mouth and press against her tongue. The man gasped as he pushed further into her wet orifice. 'Suck it!' he ordered. 'Use your tongue!'

Emily pulled on her bonds as the other man forced his huge penis into her open groove and pushed it deep inside her sodden vaginal sheath. Thrusting with a vengeance, he pummelled her cervix as his friend forced his swollen member further into her engorged mouth. In her strange lust, she delighted at the debauched thought of both ends of her young body being used simultaneously, taken by two hard penises. In her decadence she imagined
three
penises entering her, filling her with sperm.

Aroused by her fantasy, her clitoris stiffened, her girl-juice flowed. But before she had reached her climax, her vagina swelled as the thick cock pumped out its seed, filling her until the creamy liquid overflowed and ran down the dark crease of her buttocks, spilling over her thighs. Even before the man had finished thrusting and pumping her vagina, his friend gasped as his knob suddenly swelled and twitched in her mouth. This was it, she discerned through her sexual haze - her first ever taste of sperm, the first ever male orgasm to fill her pretty mouth.

Gushing, flooding her tongue, the sperm filled her cheeks until she was forced to swallow hard. She thought that the torrent of male sex fluid would never stop as the man gasped and moved his hand up and down his shaft, milking the fruits from his heavy balls. Her clitoris throbbed and demanded attention as she savoured the bittersweet cream, rolling her tongue around the jetting slit. Desperately, she needed fingers between her inflamed vaginal lips, caressing her bud to fruition. But her needs were neglected - she was a plaything, a sex-toy, used to bring pleasure to the men, and nothing more.

As the two organs left her body, Emily opened her eyes to see the men adjusting their clothing. She'd been crudely taken: there was no need for words, thanks, appreciation. She'd played the whore. And that's what she was, she decided as her clitoris tingled enticingly.

Before the salty taste of sperm had left her mouth, another young man entered the room and stood between her legs. Lifting her head, she watched as he took his penis in his hand and stepped nearer to her sopping slit. Resting her head on the table and closing her eyes, she grimaced as her sheath was filled yet again with a hard male organ.

He came quickly, before she'd had her pleasure, her climax, pervading her with his sperm. Grunting, he thrust his last thrust into her squelching cavern and withdrew, leaving her inflamed and bloated vagina oozing, aching - her clitoris throbbing.

When he'd left the room she heard voices, Fowler's voice, men's voices discussing money. She was being sold for sex - the idea somehow excited her. To have her naked body tied down, her gaping outer lips opened by strangers, her young pussy used by men solely for their pleasure, aroused her as never before. But how many more men were there? she wondered fearfully. How many more could she take? 'So, how does that feel, Rebecca?' Hannah asked, eyeing the girl's thick outer quim lips stretched tightly around the huge plastic bottle. 'We're not as well equipped for this sort of thing as Fowler is, but I think the bottle is good enough. And you, Rose, how are you getting on with your pussy? Nice having it stretched open by that lump of wood, is it? Look at you both, tied naked to the bed, heads either end, legs apart, feet on floor, fannies facing! Poor little girls, you don't like the Fowler treatment, do you?'

'When my father hears of this...'

'Shut up, Rebecca, or I'll find something even bigger to shove up your pretty little fanny! Anyway, I'm meeting your father for a chat this morning so I'll be able to tell him what fun you're having! Now, who wants me to sit on their face? I need to come again so... Yes, you Rebecca, it's your turn again!'