Submission (25 page)

Returning to her base, she saw Emily wandering through the trees. 'Emily!' she called, running towards her.

'Hannah! You're free! How did you escape?'

'It's a long story, I'll tell you later. You haven't seen Jo, have you?'

'Yes, she's tied to the bed.'

'No, she's not. The ropes have been cut. God only knows how, but she's escaped. And Julia's disappeared, too!'

Following Hannah down the ladder, Emily decided not to mention Mike - not yet, at least. Hannah wouldn't understand her feelings for Mike, she knew. But she did ask if she knew of Heidi Bradshaw.

'No, I don't think so,' Hannah replied, relaxing on the bed. 'Why do you ask? I mean, who is she?' Emily didn't answer as she gazed into Hannah's blue eyes, her emotions running amok. 'You all right?' Hannah asked with concern.

'Yes, yes. I was just thinking, that's all.'

Misinterpreting her friend's thoughts, Hannah pulled her close and kissed her full mouth. 'I've missed you,' she breathed, unbuckling Emily's belt. Though Emily grabbed Hannah's hand to stop her, she was already tugging her jeans down. Closing her eyes as Hannah slipped her hand between her legs and stroked her wet groove, she was more confused than ever as to her sexual allegiance.

'I blew up a London sub-station,' Emily revealed as she relaxed on the bed and allowed Hannah to pull her jeans off.

'I know, you did a good job. Is that why you went to London?'

'Yes, in retaliation for Fowler capturing you.'

'Well, I'm here now, so let's make up for lost time.'

As Emily allowed Hannah to part her wet vaginal lips, to lick the milky fluid oozing from her hole, she thought of Mike and realized that it was his sperm Hannah was lapping up. Smiling, Emily enquired how she tasted. 'Wonderful!' came the reply. 'You're so wet! I've never seen so much juice!' Closing her eyes, Emily surrendered her body to Hannah but it was Mike she imagined between her legs this time, licking, sucking and drinking from her open hole.

As Emily's orgasm neared, she breathed her appreciation. Tossing her head and arching her back, she called out Mike's name. 'Who's Mike?' Hannah asked, startled. In the grips of her climax, Emily could only gasp and writhe as her young body shook and her cunt overflowed with her slippery come-juice. Drinking the lavish cream, Hannah stretched the girl's lips apart as wide as she could, giving her full access to the wet glistening flesh.

'That's it! I've come! That's enough!' Emily cried as her body shuddered to its carnal limit. Moving her head back, Hannah gazed at the swollen red flesh and smiled.

'Now you can lick me,' she whispered, slipping her clothes off.

Lifting her head, Emily looked into Hannah's eyes. 'Later, perhaps,' she mumbled. 'I need to rest for a while.'

Hannah knew that something was wrong, that for some reason Emily didn't want to return the intimate love she'd shown her. 'Who's Mike?' she asked again as Emily pulled her jeans up to cover her inflamed pussy.

'Someone I used to know. It was a long time ago.'

'You've never mentioned him before, so what made you think of him now?'

The radio burst into life, saving Emily from a difficult confrontation. Pulling the curtain aside, Hannah picked up the microphone and answered.

'Kelley, it's Ron Fowler here! Swain has released pretty little sister. I fucked the girl first, of course!'

'Prove it.'

'I can't! You'll just have to believe that the sperm running into her knickers is mine.'

'Prove that she's free, you idiot!'

'I thought you'd say that, so I gave her a radio. Swain led her out of the centre about twenty minutes ago, she should be well on her way by now. She's monitoring channel twelve. Give her a call and ask her where she is. Anyway, you'd better release your prisoners. Mr Evans is waiting for them to arrive at Number Ten.'

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as she switched to channel twelve and heard Roxanne's voice on the radio. 'I'm well away from the centre, Hannah,' the girl cried jubilantly. 'And no one's following me.'

'All right, Rox. You know where to find me. Just make sure that you're not being followed, okay? I don't trust that Fowler!'

'Okay, see you soon.'

Hannah smiled at Emily. 'Right, I'll go and release our prisoners,' she said, a glint of renewed life sparkling in eyes.

'Aren't you going to wait until Roxanne arrives?'

'No, there's no need. Fowler wouldn't go against orders, would he?'

'I wouldn't be too sure about that!'

'You heard Rox on the radio - she's free! I'll be back in a minute. How about making some coffee?' As Roxanne emerged from the woods, a car pulled up alongside her. 'Want a lift, love?' a man asked.

'No, thanks,' she replied, hurriedly walking away.

'I think you do,' Fowler growled, leaping from the back of the car and grabbing the girl. 'I'm going to take you somewhere nice and private, where no one will ever find you! And I'm going to fuck you every day, twice a day, if it takes my fancy!'

Dragging her struggling body into the car, Fowler ordered Smith to drive back to the centre. 'I'll take her from there,' he added. 'Only I will know where she is that way.'

'But what will happen when Kelley tells Evans that the girl didn't return?' Smith asked.

'I'll blame Swain. After all, she was the one who led the girl out of the centre, wasn't she? I didn't actually see her release her, did I? I'll tell Evans that I overheard Swain talking about the girl to someone on the phone. He'll go mad and Swain will be out of my way - permanently! And I'll have this pretty little thing to play with!'

'Why not do away with Swain? You've always said that she was a thorn in your side.'

'Even better! I'll say that Swain disappeared along with the girl. Knowing what a filthy lesbian Swain is Evans will have to believe me.'

Hannah looked up to the clear blue sky as the early morning sun peered over the trees, bathing the forest with warmth. Roxanne wasn't going to turn up, she knew. She should have listened to Emily and held on to her prisoners until her sister had shown. At least she still had Rose, she consoled herself. For what it was worth!

Cursing herself, she knew that she'd have to change the location of her base. It wouldn't be long before Evans discovered their whereabouts, she reflected as she climbed down the ladder. But first things first.

Scanning the names and addresses she'd copied from Swain's book, she smiled. 'Fowler!' she breathed, reading his address. 'I'd better pay you a visit!' Slipping the piece of paper into her pocket, she looked in on Emily before leaving. Sleeping soundly, the girl stirred as Hannah kissed her and whispered goodbye.
Who's Mike?
she wondered as she pulled the curtain across and climbed the ladder. Emily had never mentioned him before. And where the hell was Julia?

The large detached house appeared as ordinary as any other from the outside. But Hannah was sure that, behind its innocent facade, it concealed a myriad of chains, ropes and whips. Creeping round the back of the building, she thought of Roxanne and the deal she'd made with Evans. She couldn't imagine that he would have double-crossed her - but Fowler would. And knowing Fowler, he wouldn't have Roxanne at the centre.

Peering in through the back door, Hannah couldn't be sure that Fowler wasn't in. But in her desperation, her anger, she kicked in the glass and reached for the lock. Her hands shaking, she decided that, should Fowler come running, she'd fight him, tear his eyes out with her fingernails.

In the kitchen, dirty plates and cups were strewn everywhere - no more than she would have expected from a man like Fowler. Littered with copies of his underground magazine, the lounge, too, was a shambles. Picking up a copy, she flicked through the pages of naked girls. Chained with their legs open to reveal their hairless pussies, she knew that they were all Fowler's prisoners - the girls in the centre. 'Bastard!' she spat, flinging the magazine across the room.

Climbing the stairs, she conceded that she could be wrong. Fowler wouldn't be so stupid as to keep Roxanne at his house. He'd have a secret place somewhere, probably housing dozens of hand-picked girls.

Hearing movements downstairs as she entered a bedroom, Hannah hid behind the door and froze as heavy footsteps trod the stairs. 'It's all going wrong, Derek!' Fowler complained, opening a door across the hall. 'Richard's got his daughter back, and his wife, but the bloody woman's told him that I had her held prisoner, and that Swain rescued her. And as I left the centre this morning, I overheard that fat lesbian, Swain, telling him about my magazine. I don't know what to do. He'll have me locked up if he gets his hands on me!'

'Well, you've got more than enough money now, and you've got that Kelley girl. So cut your losses and run.'

Leaving the door ajar, Fowler took Derek into his study and sat down. From her vantage point behind the bedroom door, Hannah listened intently as they continued their conversation. 'You're right,' Fowler agreed. 'I've got Roxanne Kelley, and my other girls, safely hidden away. But how do I get them out of the country?'

'That's easy, bung them all into a container!'

'I'd never get away with it!'

'Yes, you would. I have a friend, he ships stuff abroad all the time.'

'To South America?'

'Yes, all over the world, in fact.'

'It would have to be soon. Tomorrow, or the day after, certainly no later.'

'I could probably arrange it for tonight.'

'No, that's too early. You see, I want Hannah Kelley. I want her and her sister.'

'How are you going to get her?'

'That girl, Jo, she managed to escape from Kelley. She came to see me at the centre. She reckoned that there's no future for her here. She was giving me useless bits of information and asking me for money so that she could go abroad. I was going to keep her at the centre, but a good thrashing prised some interesting information out of her. She told me where Kelley's base is - I've got some men on their way there now.'

'Did you let the girl go?'

'Yes, but I didn't give her any money.'

Hannah knew she had to move quickly. Undoubtedly still sleeping at the base, Emily would stand no chance against Fowler's men. Terrified, Hannah knew she could lose no time if she was to save her friend - her lover. But she couldn't leave the room without being seen - there was no escape.

'I suppose Evans will put Swain in charge of the centres now that you've left,' Derek remarked.

'Undoubtedly! I'll bet she'll make a few changes! Talking of changes, did I tell you that Evans is planning to pay housewives a wage?'

'What's the point of doing that?'

'He reckons that a married woman with a family should be paid a wage for doing her job in the home. Bloody ridiculous, if you ask me!'

'It's clever, though. It'll keep the women happy, won't it?'

'I suppose that's the idea. The problem is that he gives them something in one hand and then takes something else away from the other.'

'How do you mean?'

'Well, it's politics, isn't it? He's going to give them a wage, and then take away their driving licences. He reckons that he can cut congestion on the roads, and save the country petrol. He's also considering making all girls leave school at sixteen and do a year's study of keeping house and raising families. That way, there'll be more time and money available to educate the boys.'

'That won't go down too well with women, will it?'

'No, but it's not my problem. Anyway, I'm going back to the centre to give the girls a goodbye fuck - and a thrashing. Meet me here tonight, say, eight o'clock.'

As the front door closed, Hannah slipped into the hallway and breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what other tricks Evans had up his sleeve. Walking into Fowler's study, she sifted through a pile of papers on the desk. Interesting, she thought, reading a letter addressed to Fowler from a doctor.

...but I will need more women if I am to continue with my experiments, preferably teenaged girls. I'm hoping to have the new male hormone ready for you soon, but so far I have only been able to increase the size of the penis by fifty per cent. I'll keep working on it.

Hannah stifled a laugh before picturing Fowler's gruesome experiments being carried out on the young girls. Stuffing the letter into her pocket, she made her way downstairs and out into the garden. Breathing in the warm summer air, she thought of Emily, praying that she'd awoken and left the base before the arrival of Fowler's men.

'Can I help you?' an old man asked as he walked up to her.

'I... I'm looking for Mr Fowler,' she said hesitantly.

'He won't be here at this time of the day. He's at work. I'm the gardener, can I take a message?'

'No, I'll call back this evening. I was told that he'd be here this morning, but not to worry.'

'He may be in his den - at the end of the garden,' the old man volunteered, pointing toward some trees.

A den, Hannah mused; an ideal place to hide Rox!

'Oh, thanks,' she smiled nonchalantly. 'I'll go and have a look.'

The door to the brick building was locked. Looking in through a window, Hannah was disappointed to see that the room was empty. 'Shit!' she cursed, wondering where Roxanne was. As she was about to leave, she noticed a trap door set in the floor of the building. 'A cellar,' she breathed, eyeing the heavy padlock.

'Not there, then?' the gardener asked as he approached. 'No. It doesn't matter, I'll come back later,' she replied. 'I'll tell him you called, shall I?'

'No, don't bother. I want to surprise him, you see.'

'You're not his daughter, are you?'

'Er... yes, but don't tell him that I called.'

'He'll be pleased to see you. When did you get back from America?'

'Yesterday,' she replied as she turned to leave.

'I won't spoil the surprise, then.'

'Thanks.'

How wonderful to capture Fowler's daughter, Hannah thought as she walked down the road. But, knowing Fowler, he wouldn't bat an eyelid if she were to tell him that she'd got his daughter tied to a bed and was caning her. He probably abused the girl himself, she speculated, wondering if Roxanne was in the cellar under Fowler's den. And if so, how and when to try and free her. 'At last!' Swain grinned triumphantly as she turned to Smith. 'Mr bloody Fowler has gone!'