Submission (15 page)

'Yes, where's the gun?'

'Why do you want it?'

'Where is it?'

'I've got it. What's going on, Ron? And where have you been?'

'Nothing's going on! Where's the bloody gun?'

'It's Mrs Evans, isn't it?'

'I don't know what you're talking about! Anyway, I'm going away for a while.'

'I thought as much. You won't be back, will you? You're going to kill her and run, aren't you? Listen, why not leave her to me? I mean, when you've gone, I can return her to Evans, and that will be that. If you kill her, Evans won't rest until he finds you.'

'But he won't know, will he?'

'It's best to return her to him. I realize that you don't have a conscience, but to kill her!'

Rubbing his chin, Fowler sat in the chair, deep in thought. Mrs Evans would tell her husband everything, and he would still hunt him down, bring him to justice. The only way was to permanently remove the woman - and Swain. But for now, he agreed with her. He needed time to think, to plan. And besides, there was no rush. The money pouring into his bank account, courtesy of Emily Johnson's young body, was increasing by the minute.

'She's ready for the next batch,' Swain informed Fowler as she opened the door.

'Up the price. A stunning ex-model such as young Emily Johnson is worth more! Double the price!' Fowler ordered, leaping from the chair. 'How many men are there?'

'About a dozen. Derek will be bringing another twenty or so later, but I don't think they'll pay that much.'

'They will. When they see her, they'll pay anything!' Jo gazed at Rose and smiled. 'I think Hannah suspects me,' she confided. 'I'm going to have to get out of here - for good.'

'Thank God for that, I ache all over!'

'I can't take you with me.'

'Why not? What's the problem?'

'I don't want to drop Hannah in it. The things I've told Fowler were insignificant, really. The only real help I gave him was radioing him about the plans to blow up the Sussex Downs transmitter, and the Gatwick airport job. I didn't want to tell him, but I needed the money, Rose. He paid me well, very well, and now I have enough to go abroad and start a new life.'

'So you're going to leave me here?'

'I have no choice! You'll be all right. Anyway, you shouldn't have got mixed up in all this, should you?'

'Like you, I did it for the money. So that's it, then? You're off to enjoy yourself, and I'm stuck here - great! Thanks, Jo, I'll remember you for this!'

'There may be a way. Look, when I caught Fowler at the derelict house I didn't know who he was at first, and he didn't know me. I'd only ever spoken to him on channel twenty. But when I released him and Rebecca from the basement, I blew my cover - he knows my face now. I wish I hadn't done it, but he paid me a hell of a lot of money. When I'd released him, he grabbed me and threatened to take me back to the centre. Anyway, I gave him some information and he let me go.'

'What's all this got to do with it?'

'Hi!' Hannah called as she climbed down the ladder.

'Oh, Hannah,' Jo stammered, her face flushed. 'I was just talking to Rose about... Anyway, I've got to go out for a while.'

'Really? Where to?'

'I... I'm going into town.'

'Again? By the way, did you get the vaseline?'

'No, no... I'll go and get it now.'

'There's no hurry. Anyway, I've got Rebecca safely hidden away. Listen, I don't suspect you, Jo. I know it's not you. By the way, I've decided to put someone solely in charge of our prisoners so that I can get on with planning the sabotage missions - do you fancy the job?'

'Well... I suppose so. Where is Rebecca?'

Leading Jo from the chamber, Hannah drew the curtain and sat at the table. 'She's not far from here,' she whispered as Jo sat opposite her. 'I'll take you there later, and Rose. But first, there's a job I want you to do. I want you to blow up that cottage that Emily told us about.'

'Why?'

'Just blow it up - go and do it now. And when you get back, I'll take you to Rebecca.' Pushing a rubber hose into Emily's vagina, Swain grinned wickedly as she pumped the rubber bulb, filling her sticky cavern with warm water. 'Got to get you cleaned out for the next load,' she chuckled as the creamy liquid gushed between Emily's lips and ran down her thighs. 'And now for your bottom-hole!' she laughed, forcing the hose between her buttocks. The filling sensation delighted Emily, but she was aching and sore - she couldn't face any more men thrusting into her.

As the water gushed from Emily's bottom, Swain pulled on the hose, leaving her tiny hole to drain. 'There, you're all ready,' she declared as Fowler flung the door open and stormed into the room.

'I've just been speaking with Richard Evans,' he boomed. 'He has told me, instructed me,
ordered
me to release this little bitch!'

'What?'

'You heard. We're to let her go!'

'And follow me, I suppose,' Emily said.

'No, my dear. We're to free you, unconditionally.'

'But why?' Swain asked, mystified.

'Richard seems to think that it will help him to get Rebecca back. He's lost his wife, and now his daughter, and he's far from happy! Things haven't been going too well for him lately. I don't know why, but he seems to have some sympathy for Kelley and her girls. He's already threatened to close the centres down. I don't know what's got into him!'

'Losing his family, that's what! I said that you should never have captured...'

'I had no choice, did I? Anyway, this little bitch isn't going anywhere - apart from the cottage, that is. When the men have finished with her, I'll take her to the cottage myself. Richard knows nothing of the place, so we can still use her, make money from her.'

'But what about Mrs...'

'Don't worry about her; I'll put young Emily in the cottage, not in the outhouse. Richard's becoming increasingly pissed off with everything and I think it best that we make more use of the cottage before he does something rash, don't you?'

'Yes, you're right.'

'I'll go and get the first three men.'

Showing the young men into the room, Fowler grinned. 'She's all yours!' he said magnanimously. 'Have fun!' As one man stood on the table and offered his hard penis to her mouth, Emily realized that her fantasy was about to become reality. With one man behind her and one in front, she opened her mouth and sucked in the glowing head. Rolling her tongue round, her heart leaped as the man behind stabbed between her buttocks and pressed his knob deep inside her bowels. As his entire length slipped in to the hilt, filling and stretching her velveteen tube, the other man parted her swollen lips and drove his shaft deep into her hot vaginal sheath.

Her body impaled on three hard shafts, Emily rolled her eyes and suckled like a babe at the breast as the pummelling began. She knew that she'd have a better chance of escaping once out of the centre. She realized, too, that this might be her last chance to experience the attentions of three men - and she was determined to enjoy it. 'Are you monitoring channel twenty, Fowler?'

'Yes, I am. And what do you have for me this time, Jo?'

'I think Hannah suspects me. She wants me to blow the cottage up. I don't know what to do.'

'Does she, now? Well, it's probably a test, to check your loyalty and all that.'

'That's what I thought, but I can't wreck your cottage, can I?'

'Yes, you can. It's Swain's, not mine. Actually, you'd be doing me the biggest favour yet by blowing the cottage away.'

'How do you mean?'

'Let's just say that you'd be killing two birds with one stone. When's it to be?'

'Now. She wants me to do it now.'

'Give me two hours to clear some things out of the cottage, will you?'

'All right, but no tricks, Fowler!'

'Listen, I need you as much as you need the money. I wouldn't trick you, Jo. But I would like to know where Kelley's base is, and Rebecca.'

'Two hours, okay?'

'Two hours, and make a good job of it! I don't want one inch of that place left standing!'

Slipping into the room, Fowler watched the three men enjoying themselves with Emily. Her body swaying, her mouth full, he could see that all four were loving every minute - but time was short. Fetching the men awaiting their turn, he led them into the room. 'I want this over with quickly,' he said tersely. 'There's no time to play around. Each have your turn with her, and then go.'

As the bulging knob exploded in her hot mouth, Emily sucked and drank the sperm as it gushed. Two men mouthed her elongated nipples, bringing her ever nearer to her climax as her tight holes swelled and the solid penises pumped their orgasms deep into her pelvis. The drained knob slipped from her mouth, only to be replaced with another fresh, hard penis. Immediately, she sucked and tongued the head, still savouring the salty sperm of its predecessor.

Floating in her erotic heaven, Emily became aware of mouths, tongues, teeth, devouring her body, seeking out her mounds, her curves, her crevices, leaving not one inch of tingling flesh unattended. For the first time in her life, her entire body was alive, burning with sexual desire.

Her vaginal sheath full, her bottom-hole bloated, the penises withdrew, allowing her folds momentary respite before two more shafts penetrated her aching body to open her again. Suddenly, her mouth was awash with sperm, pumping, gushing, running down her chin as she sucked and swallowed. Her clitoris erupted as another hard knob pressed itself into her wet mouth and waited for her tongue to begin its rolling caresses. The sensations driving her wild, she thought she'd leave her body as the swollen knob in her bottom suddenly burst, filling her to saturation as someone massaged a spectacular climax from her clitoris.

Induced by her spasming, her vagina filled with an explosive, shuddering male orgasm, sending her to the edge of consciousness as it pumped and gushed. Her entire being was writhing in orgasm now, taking her to such sexual heights she'd never have believed possible.

A second knob pushed its way alongside the first into her mouth, stretching her lips open, forcing her tongue back as it swelled. Sucking hard, trying to move her tongue full circle to elicit the fruits, she shuddered as her clitoris fluttered again before consuming her in its wondrous climax. To her delight, all four men came in unison, pumping their sperm into her holes, into her mouth, as they grunted and groaned.

She was there, she knew as her mouth overflowed and the milky liquid splattered over her flushed breasts - she had arrived at the zenith of sexual pleasure. Shuddering, her legs trembling, her senses dazed, she rolled her eyes as her aching clitoris blew her high up into the clouds of lust where she floated in the dark warmth of her sexual heaven.

Hanging from her chains like a rag doll, she opened her eyes and watched the men leave as her ecstasy waned. Only one remained, standing before her, gazing at her trembling body, at the sperm pouring down her thighs and pooling between her feet.

'And now it's my turn,' he murmured, kneeling between her legs and pulling her red lips apart. Immediately, his tongue located her clitoris and began to encircle the tiny protrusion. She gasped, throwing her head back as he took her into his hot mouth to suck out another orgasm. Crying out as her body convulsed, she thought she'd die from the depraved pleasure gushing from her swollen valley. Holding her breath, she squeezed her eyes shut as every muscle became rigid in the grips of her climax, as her soul shuddered.

Sustaining her pleasure with his hot tongue, only when she'd fallen limp, her climax receded, did the man rise to push his granite knob into her drenched slit. As he pounded her cervix, she lifted her head and gazed at him, wondering where she'd seen him, from where she knew his face. But in her sexual haze, she knew nothing.

To her relief, he came within seconds, ramming her tethered body, thrusting his fruits deep into her womb, stretching her lips open until the delicate tissue ached. Grabbing her buttocks, he made his last groaning thrusts before he, too, fell limp and his penis slipped from her fiery hole. Panting for breath, he sat at her feet looking up at her naked swollen pussy lips.

'Please unchain me!' she pleaded as he rose to his feet and buckled his belt.

'I can't do that, I'm afraid,' he replied, taking her head in his hands and kissing her wet lips. 'Sorry, but I can't do that.'

At least he'd shown some compassion, Emily thought as the man left the room. At least he'd felt something for her. But then, as she remembered where she'd seen his face before, tears welled and she hung her head in sudden realization. There wasn't one man in the land who wouldn't take advantage of her, use her body. 'I hate men!' she screamed. 'Bastards, I hate them!' But mostly, she screamed for the man she'd thought had had some feeling for her - Jo's brother.

'Right!' Fowler growled as he unchained her. 'You're coming with me to the cottage. You'll like it there, it's warm and cosy.' Emily said nothing as he led her from the building, rambling on about giving her one last chance of freedom if she'd tell him where Hannah's base was. But she had a chance of freedom, a chance to escape from the cottage, she knew, as he dragged her defenceless body through the wood. There was no security there, no chains, no whips, no straps - only Fowler stood between her and freedom.

Pushing her into an armchair, he tied her up before fetching Mrs Evans. Tethering the woman to the other armchair, he stood back and grinned as he introduced the women to each other. 'You won't be able to have a chat,' he explained, drawing the heavy curtains. 'You see, I've got to gag you both. I'll explain why in a moment.'

Biting into her gag and grimacing as Fowler tied it tight, Emily was aware that something was very wrong. She realized that Fowler was well aware that Hannah knew of the cottage, so why keep her there? For a few seconds, relief washed over her. There was a chance that Hannah would come to the cottage. But her relief was short-lived.

'In precisely one hour, this place will be blown up!' Fowler laughed. Emily's brown eyes opened wide as he continued. 'The EFW are going to blow it up - poetic justice, is it not? Your friend, Jo, is a spy. She's told me that Hannah Kelley has instructed her to destroy this place. But what she doesn't know is that she'll be killing two birds with one stone!'