Submission (27 page)

'Come on!' the dark-haired girl yelled, ready to lock the door. Fowler struggled to climb from the bed as the cane landed blow after blow across his arms. 'Come on!' the girl cried again, ready to slam the door shut once her friend was outside. Grabbing the blonde girl, Fowler pulled her over the bed.

'You'd better come in and close the door!' he ordered the other girl. 'Or I'll kill your little friend here! There's no escape for you. You'll never get out of the centre, past the guards, the security systems.'

Her head hung low, the girl walked back into the cell and closed the door. The automatic lock clicked loudly as she neared the bed, gazing at her friend lying across Fowler's lap, her buttocks bare, vulnerable. Their chance had gone - and now they were to pay.

'That's better,' Fowler grinned. 'Now, let me tell you both something. Women weren't made for love, for warm, gentle, loving sex - they were made to be used by men, for the pleasure of men.'

'You're an evil bastard!' the blonde girl screamed, struggling to free herself from his grip. Stroking her buttocks, Fowler only continued his tirade.

'Women have two holes between their legs - why? For men to use, that's why! When women's pussies become old and slack, men can use their bottom-holes for their pleasure - or their mouths! In fact, women have three holes, all hot, wet and ready to fuck at whim! So you see, girls, women were designed purely to pleasure men, and nothing else! You're nothing more than whores, to be fucked by men as and when it takes their fancy!'

Pushing the girl to the floor, Fowler rose to his feet. 'Take the rest of your clothes off!' he instructed the dark girl. 'And then kneel by the bed and say your prayers! And you,' he commanded the blonde, 'can kneel beside her!'

Both girls positioned by the bed, Fowler pushed their heads down and pulled their hips up. 'And now I'll take your bottoms!' he laughed, kneeling behind the blonde girl and forcing her young buttocks apart.

'No, please!' she cried as his penis pressed into her dark crease.

'It's this or the cane! What's it to be?' Fowler stormed.

Whimpering, the girl tightened her muscles as he eased his engorged knob into her small opening. Guiding his shaft, he pushed the full length deep into her hot body. 'Ah, that's good,' Fowler breathed, allowing the warmth of her bowels to permeate his swollen knob. 'You, my dear, come and see how your friend's brown hole is so tightly stretched around the base of my cock! It will give you an idea of how much your own bottom-hole will be stretched open when I've finished with her!'

The girl lifted her head from the bed and gazed at the tight circlet of brown tissue hugging the root of Fowler's huge shaft. Cupping his heavy balls in her hand, she kneaded them and kissed his mouth.

'Oh, no!' Fowler grinned, pulling his head away. 'I've already fallen for your little trick once - you won't fool me again, my dear. You both had the chance of coming to South America with me, a chance to enjoy the good life, but you've blown it. Now, you'll stay here with that fat lesbian, Swain. If you're still alive after I've finished with you both, that is!'

Pistoning his penis, Fowler opened the girl's buttocks wider, watching her bottom-hole distend with every thrust. 'You're a tight little bitch!' he gasped as his sperm neared the bulbous head of his knob. Her bottom burning, she gasped her appreciation as Fowler groped under his swinging balls and located her tight pussy hole. Thrusting four fingers into the sodden sheath, he continued his ramming. 'And now to fill you with my come!' Ramming her harder now, he released a stream of hot sperm, flooding her tight cavern until he fell over her back, satisfied in his perverted lust.

'Sorry it was all over so quickly,' he laughed, slipping his shaft and wet fingers from her hot body. 'Only I'm rather partial to the sight of a young lady's bottom-hole stretched tightly around my cock! And now it's your turn, my dear,' he leered, pushing the other girl over the bed.

Struggle as she did, she could do nothing to stop Fowler parting her pale buttocks and stabbing his flaccid knob against her small private entrance. As his penis swelled again, he managed to press the head into her warmth. 'Ah, yes, you're even tighter than your friend!' he cried, wrenching her buttocks further apart as he slipped the flesh-weapon deep into her bowels.'

'Ron! Evans is here!' Smith called from the corridor as Fowler began his fucking motions.

'Shit! It looks as if you're going to have to miss the finale,' he groaned, pulling his penis from the brunette's quivering body and making for the door. 'But Swain will have her way with you both, I've no doubt. Your ordeal has only just begun.'

Slipping through the rear entrance of the building, Fowler made his escape. 'You won't get me, Richard!' he laughed as he made his way to his car. 'You'll never get me!' 'This is the place,' Hannah whispered to Julia, creeping up the dimly-lit drive to Fowler's house. There was a large van parked outside, probably waiting to take the girls to the docks, Hannah reflected. Glimpsing Fowler talking to Derek Hammond in the brightly-lit lounge, they slipped around the back of the building to the garden. 'This is risky, I know, but we've no choice,' Hannah whispered as they neared the small brick building hidden behind the trees.

Using a crowbar, Hannah managed to prise the door open. Slipping inside, she flashed the torch at the trap door. 'This shouldn't be too difficult,' she whispered, wedging the crowbar under the padlock and heaving for all she was worth. The girls froze as the wood cracked loudly and the padlock shot across the room.

'I still say that we should have brought Mary with us,' Julia remarked. 'She could have helped us.'

'No. Rose has been tied up in that air raid shelter on her own without food for too long. I had to send Mary there to feed her. I don't want a death on my hands, do I? Now come on, let's see what, or who, Fowler keeps down here.'

Lifting the trap door, Hannah shone the torch into the darkness to see Roxanne and several other naked girls looking up at them. 'Shush,' Hannah whispered as the girls fought to clamber up the wooden ladder. 'Julia, go and keep watch while I get them all out.'

Hiding in some bushes, Julia gasped and her heart missed a beat as she saw Fowler and Hammond leave the house and walk towards the trees. She could only watch with bated breath as they disappeared into the darkness.

Suddenly Fowler's angry voice disturbed the peace of the night. 'The bloody lock's been broken off!' Flinging the door open, he laughed loudly. 'Ms Kelley! How good of you to call! Now we can leave tonight after all!'

Hannah squinted as Fowler shone his torch into her eyes and laughed. Her heart sank as tears filled her big blue eyes. Now she would be treated as nothing more than an object - Fowler's sex toy. Her body was his to do with as he wished, when he wished, and there was nothing she could do to protect herself. There was no escaping his evil ways now. The EFW, the fight for women's rights, had been lost. It was over.

'Right, Derek, get the girls into the van, including Ms Kelley, of course, and we'll be on our way!' Hannah stood trembling as the girls emerged, pale-faced, from the underground prison, their chained ankles joining them together like slave sisters. Chaining Hannah to the last girl, Fowler grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. 'You'll enjoy South America.' he laughed. 'And so will I, now that I have both the Kelley sisters to play with!'

Hannah said nothing as Hammond led the line of girls through the trees and across the garden to the van. Their chains clanking, they climbed through the back doors and settled themselves on the cold steel floor. The door banged shut. This was it, they knew, as the engine started and the van moved on its way. Fowler had won.

Making a run for it, Julia's heart pounded hard against her chest and tears flooded her eyes. All she could do was save herself, she knew as she emerged into the street and ran as fast as possible. But she had nowhere to go - no home to return to after months at the base. Walking along the dark streets, she desperately tried to think, to plan. But, with Hannah gone, there was nothing
to
plan. There
was
no future.

'I don't really see what we can do, Mike,' Emily sighed, pulling the quilt up over her breasts. 'Heidi may still be in the centre, but there's no way we can get her out, is there?'

'There must be! What about your friend, Hannah - can't she help?'

'I doubt it. Anyway, I don't know where she is. She went off before I'd woken up yesterday morning.'

'I wonder what that loud bang was yesterday? It came from the forest, didn't it?'

'So you said. Anyway, the sun's hardly up yet, so are you coming back to bed, or do I have to get out and drag you back?'

Joining Emily under the quilt, Mike gazed up at the ceiling, deep in thought. Grabbing his limp penis in her hand, Emily circled her finger round the silky knob and huddled her naked body close against his.

'I like it here, with you,' she whispered. 'It's warm, cosy - sexy. I especially like this,' she added, gently squeezing his penis.

'I'm worried,' Mike ruminated, oblivious to Emily's amorous attentions. 'It wasn't a gun, I know that. I reckon it was an explosion - a bomb.'

Opening her eyes wide, Emily released his penis. 'We have bombs at the base,' she reflected. 'I wonder if... they're safe enough. They wouldn't go off without...'

'Wouldn't they? Let's go there now, to your base and...'

'Do we have to? I want to stay here with you, in your big bed.'

'I've a feeling that something's happened, Emily! We can't just ignore the explosion, can we? I mean, what is there in the forest
to
explode, other than your base?'

Lifting her head from the pillow, Emily frowned. Mike was right. Explosions didn't just occur in the forest for no reason. Leaping from the bed, she pulled her jeans and top on. 'You stay here and make some breakfast,' she suggested, buckling her belt. 'I won't be long.'

'I'm coming with you,' Mike declared, slipping out of the bed.

'No! I'll go alone! Mike, stay here and wait for me.'

'But...'

'When I get back we'll eat and then we'll go back to bed and... well, you'll see.'

Hurrying through the forest, Emily imagined Hannah taking a bomb from the shelf and accidentally dropping it onto the floor. But no, even if that were the case, without a detonator the bomb wouldn't activate. Nearing the base she smelled burning wood and, fearing the worst, broke into a run.

Smoke drifting from a huge crater stopped her in her tracks. 'Christ!' she cried, gazing at what had once been the base. Radio equipment, beds and supplies were strewn around the crater. But, she thought, thankfully, no bodies.

Suddenly realizing that Fowler or his men might have been responsible, she scanned the bushes and listened. No one, she thought, remembering that Rose was in the air raid shelter. Making her way to the shelter, a tear rolled down her cheek. She shouldn't have spent the day with Mike. She blamed herself for not being at the base to defend it. But, she consoled herself, there would have been little she could have done on her own.

'Where the fucking hell have you been?' Julia stormed as Emily stepped into the air raid shelter. Emily looked to Julia, and then to Mary and Rose.

'I... I've been on a sabotage mission,' she lied.

'Where?'

'I abandoned the mission... What happened to the base?'

'Have you seen it?' Julia asked.

'Yes.'

'Well, what do you think happened?'

'But who...?'

'Fowler, who else? Or did you think that we blew it up for a laugh, for a bit of fun because we were bored?'

'Where's Hannah?'

'By now, she'll be in a container on board a ship sailing for South America, along with Roxanne and several other girls. They're Fowler's guests, or, should I say, prisoners!'

'Where
have
you been?' Mary asked curiously.

'Planning,' Emily replied. 'I met a man whose sister is being held at the centre, and we've been wondering how to free her. I think it best that we all go to his place now. It's a cottage, not too far from here.'

'And walk into another trap?' Julia hissed. 'No, thank you!'

'It's not a trap! Anyway, do you have a better idea? Do you want to sit in this dump, day in, day out? Come on, untie Rose and we'll go. At least we're a group again.'

'Without Hannah and our base, we're nothing!' Julia retorted angrily as she freed Rose from the chair.

'We'll get Hannah back, don't worry,' Emily sighed.

'Oh, will we? And how, exactly, are we going to do that? Take a plane to Rio or wherever she's going? Or we could hire a fighter jet and blast the ship out of the water!'

'I don't know how! But we
will
get her back!'

Tired and hungry, Hannah and Roxanne huddled together in the dimly-lit container. 'How long have we been on the ship?' Roxanne asked weakly, attempting to pull a quilt over her naked body.

'About two hours,' Hannah replied. 'Do you want some more food? There's not much left, I'm afraid. Only a few mouldy sandwiches, by the look of it.'

'Better than nothing, I suppose. How long does it take to get to South America?'

'I don't know. But more to the point, what happens to us when we get there? It's over, Rox! There's nothing we can do now - we're finished!'

'I wonder what South America is like?'

'It doesn't really matter, does it?' another girl chipped in. 'We'll be stuck in some dungeon somewhere so it doesn't matter! It's what Fowler's like that worries me!'

Hannah feared Fowler, but she feared being sold into sexual slavery far more. She knew that once they were in South America, there'd be little or no chance of getting home again. Even if they did manage to escape, without money, let alone passports, they'd never manage to return to England. Watching a girl pulling a curtain across the corner of the container, she wished that she'd accepted Evans's offer of marriage. At least, she thought, she'd be in a comfortable home - with a proper loo.

Eventually lulled to sleep by the drone of the engines and the gentle rocking of the ship, Roxanne dreamed her nightmares of Fowler and his evil mind. Stroking her younger sister's long hair, Hannah sighed. There was no way out now, she knew. If they were lucky enough to stay alive, their future held nothing other than a life of perverted sex. Their bodies would be taken, used, appropriated by men for their debased pleasure, lining Fowler's pockets until... until what, she didn't know - or want to know.