Submission (20 page)

'Can't take any more!'

'But we've only just started, my dear!'

Dragging a low reclining chair across the room, Swain placed it over Emily's head and sniggered. 'I'll bet you don't know what this is for!' she said gleefully. Removing the cushion, she gazed down at her captive through a large hole cut in the bottom of the chair. Emily guessed what it was for as the pervert slipped a padded cradle beneath her head. At the touch of a lever the cradle lifted the girl's head up through the hole until she faced the back of the chair.

'Now, I sit in the chair,' Swain explained as she slipped out of her matronly skirt and sat down with Emily's head between her open thighs. 'And then I push my nice wet lips into your face, like this.'

Her head between Swain's thighs, Emily breathed in the heady female scent and quivered in her arousal as Swain pushed her thick pussy lips against her mouth. 'By moving the lever I can bring your head up higher, like this, so you can lick my clitoris in comfort. And by placing my legs over the arms of the chair, like this, my cunt lips open nice and wide for you. Now, make me come!'

Emily had no choice but to push her tongue out and lick the heavy folds of glistening female flesh spread before her. Closing her eyes, she imagined that it was Hannah sitting in the chair as she sucked and nibbled on the pink folds and gently teased the engorging clitoris with her tongue.

The day would come when Emily would be with Hannah again, she was sure. Away from the centre, away from Fowler, away from barred windows and bolted steel doors - only her chains held her back from her freedom, her happiness. If she could just release her hand when Swain had gone, she would have a chance to escape, to be with Hannah, to love her - lick her.

Hannah's image excited Emily, aroused her, wet her vaginal sheath as Swain stretched her lips open wider and began to breathe deeply as her clitoris grew ever nearer to its climax. Circling the swelling bud with the tip of her tongue, Emily desperately needed to appease her own clitoris, to massage the tiny protrusion and release the pleasure ensconced there.

'Can I touch myself!' Emily panted eagerly, pulling at the restricting metal ring. Excited by the idea, Swain leapt from the chair and released the girl's right hand.

'There, now you can come, too!' she enthused, taking her place in the chair again.

Swain sighed as she pushed her hips forward, grinding her open groove hard against Emily's mouth. Emily sighed, too, as her fingers located her wet valley and began to fondle her inner lips, pulling and twisting them before moving to her hard nodule. 'Don't stop!' Swain ordered as her body shook and her juices decanted down Emily's chin. 'Coming... Coming... Yes, that's it, coming!'

Vibrating her fingers over her clitoris, Emily reached her sexual heaven, moaning her pleasure through a mouthful of wet vaginal flesh, gasping her delight between Swain's pussy lips. Both writhing, their juices flowing, their bodies trembling in their lust, they finally relaxed.

'You're very good,' Swain breathed, looking down into Emily's big brown eyes. 'I'm going to enjoy having you stay here as my guest.'

'Guest? That's hardly the word to use!' Emily returned.

'Talking of guests, my lady friends will be coming to see you this evening. With them all taking turns to sit in my chair with your pretty face between their thighs - you'll enjoy it very much.

Emily pictured the lewd scenario, open lips, wet holes, throbbing clitorises, women gasping in orgasm as she licked and sucked them in turn. Yes, she would enjoy it, she decided as her fingers slipped between her wet lips again and stroked her clitoris. But, she hoped, she would have escaped long before the evening. Long before Swain's lesbian guests arrived.

'That was nice,' Swain acknowledged as she stood up and slipped her skirt on. 'I have work to do now, but I'll be back this evening.'

Lowering the cradle, she lifted Emily's head clear and moved the chair aside. Praying that the ogre would have some compassion and leave her hand free to masturbate, Emily breathed heavily and writhed. Grinning, Swain opened the door and turned to her prisoner. 'Enjoy yourself,' she chuckled before closing and bolting the door. 'Are you sure you know where you're going? We must have come miles!' Julia groused as she followed Hannah along the street.

'Swain's house should be just around the next corner,' Hannah replied. 'It's just about dark now, so we should be safe enough. There it is, number twenty-five.'

Moving round to the back of the house, Hannah pulled the crowbar from her bag. 'Right, the back door,' she whispered. 'What if she's in there, for God's sake?'

'I'm hoping she will be. I want Swain!'

The door swung open as the lock broke, inviting Hannah to step inside. 'No security system,' she remarked as she wandered into the kitchen.

'And no one's in, by the look of it,' Julia observed as they walked through the hall. 'What are we after, apart from Swain?'

'Anything. Clues, papers, any information about Evans or the centres.'

Opening a desk, Hannah sifted through a pile of papers while Julia searched upstairs. 'Nothing,' she mumbled disappointedly, throwing the papers down and picking up a leather-bound note book. Flicking through the pages, she gasped. 'Names, addresses, dates, everything!'

'Look at this!' Julia exclaimed excitedly, bounding into the room brandishing a diary. 'Swain has Evans's wife!'

'What do you mean?'

'Here, read it for yourself.'

Snatching the diary, Hannah scanned the entry. 'God, I didn't expect to find anything like this! Look at tomorrow's date! It says that Mrs Evans is going to wander through the forest with a homing device until we capture her!'

'Christ! But why write it all down?'

'I don't know, some people are like that. Perhaps Swain's going to write a book? Bloody hell, look! It says that Emily's in the cottage outhouse! She's safe, Julia! Emily's safe!'

'Let's go and rescue her now.'

'No, no. Let's not panic. Our next move needs careful consideration. We've got a lot to do. Do you realize, we can get Emily back, capture Mrs Evans, and...'

'And do you realize that there are only the two of us?'

'Shit! Where the hell has Diana got to? Put the diary back and I'll copy out some of the names and addresses from this book. Then we'll get out of here, go back to base and plan.'

Hannah felt the tingle of new life running through her veins as she walked down the street. But thinking, planning, suddenly images of Roxanne loomed in her mind. 'We'll stick to our original plan,' she told Julia. 'Go to the centre now and get Roxanne, and pick Emily up on our way back. By the time we get there, Fowler and his men will be hiding by the national grid pylons waiting for us.'

'And Swain? They'll leave someone at the centre, surely?'

'Swain will probably be there, yes, but I have this,' Hannah smiled, taking the stun gun from her bag.

Raising her head to contemplate the rubber teats covering her aching nipples, Roxanne wondered fearfully what they would look like, how big they'd be when Fowler's evil device was removed. Lifting her head further, she looked down at the metal cylinder protruding crudely between her stretched cunt lips.

Resting her head on the table, she wondered why she'd never masturbated, never touched herself. The sensations emanating from the stretched walls of her soft vaginal tube pleased her, warmed her. Her clitoris tingled as it absorbed the hormonal cream, her nipples feeling harder, larger, more sensitive now. If she ever escaped, she would masturbate every day, she decided. No longer would she ignore the pleasures her body could bring her. She would use it to the full, explore between her legs with her fingers, stiffen her clitoris, massage her precious little bud to its fruition.

'Enjoying yourself?' Fowler asked sarcastically as he bounded down the steps to the table. 'Let's see how your nipples are doing, shall we?' Removing the rubber teats and metal cups, he smiled. 'Ah, see how long they are now, and that's only after a few hours!' Taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, he pulled and twisted the elongated milk-bud. 'Another few hours, I think,' he speculated, running his fingers over her stomach to her swollen quim lips. 'Your clitoris is coming on nicely, too!' he grinned, taking the tube of cream and massaging the hormone into the pink flesh surrounding her hardening nodule.

The girl sighed as the cooling cream swelled her clitoris. She could feel her vagina rhythmically spasming, gripping the metal cylinder as Fowler rubbed the substance between her soft lips and tweaked her hard nipples. Her stomach quivered and her legs twitched as her clitoris ascended to a small peak, sending a mild pulse of pleasure through her body.

'I think you need to come,' Fowler grinned as he thrust the metal cylinder in and out of her creamy hole and massaged her protrusion a little faster. 'All young girls should regularly, at least twice every day, don't you agree?'

'Yes, yes,' Roxanne breathed as her body began to tremble.

'Can you feel your cunt opening with each thrust? Can you feel your little clitty throbbing?'

'Yes, do it faster, harder!' Taking his hard penis in his hand, he offered the purple knob to the girl's mouth as he rubbed her clitoris faster, taking her closer to another wondrous peak. Turning her head away, she closed her eyes. 'No,' she murmured as he rolled her head and pressed his knob to her full lips. Lost in her arousal as her climax rose from the depths of her pelvis, she opened her mouth and sucked the hard knob inside. Her eyes rolling, she ran her tongue round the twitching penis, delighting in her first ever taste of a male organ.

His fingers moving faster between her inflamed lips, Fowler felt his own climax coming as Roxanne moaned through her nose and sucked harder. Suddenly, the sperm pumped from the pulsing head and gushed into her mouth, filling her cheeks as her own climax shook her young body. Barely able to stand, Fowler thrust back and forth, using her hot mouth to drain his lust, to heighten hers. Slipping his tool from her mouth, he watched as the last few spurts of spunk assailed her pretty lips and dribbled down her chin. Gasping as the intense pleasure ebbed, she licked her lips, savouring the milky liquid before swallowing her prize.

'I said I'd teach you all about sex, didn't I?' Fowler grinned smugly as he zipped up his trousers.

'Yes, yes,' Roxanne murmured as he refitted his equipment to her hard nipples and pushed the metal cylinder deep into her wet hole before taking his leave.

'I've got to go out,' he called as he opened the door. 'But I'll be back for more later. Your tight bottom-hole, I think. Yes, I'll screw your tight little arsehole when I return!'

Her vagina gripping the cold metal phallus, her nipples pulsing within the rubber teats, Roxanne closed her big blue eyes and imagined Fowler forcing his thick penis between her tight buttocks and deep into her bowels. The thought sent a shiver up her spine. She was learning about sex, and she was enjoying herself - but her bum?

Fear mingled with arousal as she unconsciously tensed her muscles, squeezing her buttocks together to defend her tiny opening. What would it be like? she wondered. What sensations would she experience as a hard penis invaded her bottom and thrust deep into the dark tube? The taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, she thought of Hannah as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. Approaching the centre, Hannah and Julia crouched behind a wall as they saw Fowler leaving the building with his men. 'We've timed it well,' Hannah whispered.

'Yes but we don't know what security system they have, or who's still in the building,' Julia replied anxiously.

'There's only one way to find out! Come on, let's go around the back and see if there's a way in.'

Discovering a back door, Hannah pulled the crowbar from her bag and forced the lock. As the door swung open, she looked at Julia and smiled. 'No alarm bells,' she whispered, peering down the corridor. 'I wonder why?'

'God knows. I don't like it Hannah. It could be a trap.' Stepping through the door, Hannah looked around for a camera but could see no signs of any security equipment. Her heart racing, she tentatively took another step and turned to Julia.

'What are you doing?' she asked.

'Look at this,' Julia whispered suspiciously, running her fingers up a groove just inside the doorframe. 'It's a metal guide for something, a sliding door, perhaps.'

'Or security shutters. I wonder what triggers it?'

'I don't know, but I don't think we should both go in.'

'All right, you stay outside. Christ knows what I'll do if a bloody great steel door slides across.'

Walking cautiously down the corridor, Hannah noticed a small lens set low down in the wall. Kneeling, she took a closer look before stepping over the invisible beam. 'So far so good,' she breathed, carefully inching a door open. As she stepped into Swain's office, the building suddenly resounded with what sounded like a hundred steel shutters banging closed. Racing down the corridor, she saw Julia holding a large piece of wood in the door frame, holding the shutter back just enough for her to slip through.

'Quick!' Julia cried as the wood began to split. 'I can't hold it!' As Hannah reached the door, the wood cracked loudly and the shutter closed, blocking her escape route. Her heart almost stopped as she imagined Fowler grabbing her, stripping her, using her body for his debauched pleasure. There had to be a control panel, she thought, racing back to Swain's office and flinging the door open. There had to be a way to open the shutters. Frantically searching the office, she froze as she heard footsteps in the corridor. As they neared, she dived under the desk, her heart pounding, her hands trembling, her stomach churning with fear.

'They jammed the shutter with a piece of wood,' a male voice echoed down the corridor.

'But did they get out before the wood split?' another man asked.

'Only one way to find out! Come on!'

As the office door opened and a man walked in, Hannah held her breath. His feet only inches from her trembling body, she was sure that the end had come. 'Let's check upstairs!' a voice called from the corridor as the man bent his knees to look under the desk. To her relief, he stood upright and left the room.