Submission (36 page)

Rinsing the lather from his massive shaft, Hannah took the purple knob in her mouth and ran her tongue over the silky slit, wondering whether to use her teeth to retaliate and put an end to his evil life of sex once and for all. But no - the time wasn't right. She'd wait, she decided, as he began to gasp his delight. Wait for the right moment, and then pounce.

Looking up as she sucked on his twitching knob, she imagined Fowler at the centre, chained to the wall.
The day will come
, she promised herself as he gasped and began to pump out his sperm. Swallowing hard, Hannah sucked and mouthed the last of his orgasmic juice from his balls before moving away and licking her lips.

'Nice?' she asked, gazing at the flailing member hanging before her. He didn't answer as he pulled his trousers up and sat on the stool 'You'll have a heart attack soon!' she mocked, slipping under the hot water. 'I wonder which will come first - Richard Evans, or the angel of death?' Rebecca pressed the button on the videophone and asked her father what he wanted. 'I have news for you,' he said cheerfully.

'Oh, what news?'

'There's a place just outside Rio de Janeiro called... Hang on, I've got it written down somewhere. Ah, here it is. It's called Petropolis.'

'So?'

'I've an idea that's where Fowler is.'

'How do you know that?' Emily asked, pushing Rebecca aside.

'I don't, not for a fact, anyway. A container ship from Southampton docked at Rio recently, and I've heard that one of the containers went missing.'

'Who told you that?'

'I mentioned our problem to a man who owns a shipping company. He couldn't promise anything, of course, but making some enquiries, he came up with news about the missing container. Now, add that to the fact that Fowler had been making enquiries about houses on the outskirts of Rio, particularly around Petropolis, and...'

'How do you know that?'

'I've been sniffing around, trying to help - contrary to popular belief. I don't know if Fowler actually bought a house or not but, by my reckoning, and this is a long shot, understand - Fowler owns a house somewhere in the vicinity of Petropolis, just outside Rio. The place is on a main road, ideal for a lorry carrying a container, and it's a mountainous area, ideal for hiding out. It's got to be somewhere near Petropolis. For political reasons I don't want to get involved, but I'll give you the money you'll need to fly out there and... Well, do whatever you think you can do.'

'Okay, you're on!' Emily shrieked. 'Rebecca will come and collect the money. In the meantime, we'll start planning.' Rebecca having left for London, Emily turned to Julia. 'Where's Mike?' she asked. 'We'll have to take him with us.'

'He said something about that Sharon girl. He went off while you were out for a walk.'

'Damn! I hope he won't be too long.'

'He's trying to gather information about Fowler's movements.'

'Yes, and I know what sort of movements Mike's probably making right now!' Emily replied, her heart sinking as she imagined him screwing the girl. 'All we can do is wait, I suppose. Wait for Rebecca to come back - and for Mike to come.' Sharon opened her legs to take the full length of Mike's hard shaft into her drenched vagina. 'I wish you'd stop asking about Fowler!' she complained as he sucked on her hard nipple.

'He must have said something, given you a clue - anything?'

'Ah, yes, that's it! God, you're big!'

'Come on, Sharon! You said that you might remember something if I came to see you. Did Fowler say anything at all that might help me to find my sister?'

'Ah, coming... Fuck my cunt hard! Ah, yes! Yes!'

Lifting Sharon's legs over his shoulders, Mike moved forward and rammed his penis in and out of her tightening cavern with a vengeance. She wouldn't make any sense until she'd come at least five times, he knew. And even then, in her nymphomaniac state, the lust-crazed girl would probably make no sense at all.

She'd grinned wickedly as she'd opened the front door and asked him what she'd get in return for telling him what she knew about Fowler. 'More sex than you've ever dreamed of,' he'd promised. As he knew she would, she'd demanded sex before she'd breathed a word - and he'd been only too willing to comply. But now he wondered just how much she wanted - and how much be could give.

'Bite my nipple hard!' Sharon demanded as her shapely body shuddered and her vaginal sheath crushed its prize. Mike sucked and bit her nipple as he rammed even harder into her insatiable honeypot, bringing her, he prayed, ever nearer to her climax.

'I'm there!' she eventually cried as her muscles spasmed and milked the sperm from his pulsing penis. 'Ah, yes! Come inside me! Fill my cunt!' Grunting, he hammered her cervix with his hard knob until he crumpled between her legs. 'Don't stop!' she ordered as her inflamed clitoris throbbed with the beginnings of another mind-blowing climax.

'Give me a minute!' he begged as she forced her hand under his stomach and massaged her bud.

Rolling from her quivering body, Mike watched wide-eyed as Sharon lay with her legs as wide open as she could get them... and masturbated her clitoris to another massive orgasm. Fingering her inflamed sheath with her other hand, she screamed her appreciation as she blew away on her cloud of lust and discovered, once again, her sexual heaven.

'Now drink the come from my cunt!' Sharon instructed crudely as her hands fell limp by her sides. Moving between her open legs, Mike knew that he'd never prise any information from the girl. But he'd drink the aforementioned offering from her open vagina, all the same. Lapping up the milky fluid from the length of her pinken valley, he thought of Heidi, and wondered fearfully if Fowler was also in lust heaven. Mike's thoughts of Heidi quickly faded as Sharon pulled her vaginal lips wide apart, exposing her hard clitoris to his darting tongue. Convulsing, she poured out more hot milky juice as, once again, her bud exploded and she reached another beautiful sexual high. 'Now fuck my bottom,' Sharon whispered huskily as she rolled over and pushed her buttocks high into the air. 'Fuck my bottom hard, and I might tell you what I know about Fowler's whereabouts.'

Mike smiled as he presented his now ballooning knob to the girl's small hole. She knew nothing about Fowler's whereabouts, but he was enjoying the game, all the same. 'Tell me about Fowler after I've fucked your sweet little bottom-hole,' he murmured. 'And then I'll come in your mouth.'

'You'll come in my mouth first!' she ordered impishly as her tight tube expanded with the sheer girth of his rock-hard shaft. 'Fuck all my holes hard and pump me full of your lovely sperm and then I might talk!'

'Wake up, girls!' Fowler called as he descended the basement steps. 'Come on, it's a lovely morning, wakey, wakey!' Their feet chained, the naked girls rolled over on the huge mattress to see Fowler's naked body hovering over them, his hard penis protruding threateningly. 'Now, who shall it be on this fine morning? Roxanne, would you care to pleasure me, my dear?'

The young blonde focused her big blue eyes on Fowler's massive penis and shivered. This was what it was going to be like every morning, she knew - and every night and... The thought terrifying her, she clung to Hannah for protection.

'Come on, my dear,' Fowler coaxed, kneeling down to unchain her. 'A beautiful young specimen such as you shouldn't be shy! Besides, you're my property now, I own you.'

'You don't own anyone!' Hannah spat, lashing out with her fist and catching his chin, knocking him to the floor.

Seizing their chance, the girls piled on top of him, pinning him down on the mattress. Hannah tried to open his clenched fist to grab the padlock key but he managed to throw it across the room.

'You'll never escape without the key!' he yelled, wriggling beneath the girls' naked bodies.

'And neither will you!' Hannah stormed, grabbing his penis. 'How would you like me to rip this off?'

'Without me you'll die from starvation! We're miles from anywhere! Without me, you'll all be dead by the time you're discovered! Think about it, Kelley!'

Hannah turned her head and gazed resignedly at the key lying on the floor in the corner of the room. There was no way she could reach it, she knew. Climbing wearily from Fowler's hairy body, she told the girls to release him. Sadly, her chance had gone - and she couldn't hope for another.

'Oh dear,' Fowler breathed as he climbed to his feet and retrieved the key. 'Now you'll have to be severely punished, I'm afraid - all of you.' Unchaining Roxanne, he pulled the girl to her feet and marched her over to the bar. Bending her over it, he chained her hands and feet to the steel rings set in the floor before standing back to admire her naked beauty.

'Now, my dear, it's your turn first!' Fowler hissed, grabbing a cane from the corner of the room. 'I don't like my girls to turn on me like that. Look, you've scratched my chest, not very nice of you, is it? After all I've done for you, you treat me like this! I've washed you, fed you - and you do this!'

The first wincing blow left a thin pink line across Roxanne's tightening buttocks. 'Watch this, because this is what you're all going to get!' Fowler growled, turning to the girls with fire in his eyes. Clinging to each other, they watched in terror as he landed another blow across the girl's twitching flesh, causing her to cry out for mercy. 'There'll be no mercy for those who misbehave!' he warned as he continued his thrashing.

Finally dropping the cane, Fowler took the girls one by one and chained them over the bar. 'A row of fine young buttocks!' he crowed, grabbing the cane and brushing it lightly across the girls' bottoms. 'I might as well thrash you all at once,' he added, bringing the cane down on each girl in turn. 'It will save time!'

Their shrill cries only served to drive the sadist on as he thrashed their firm crescents of flesh, criss-crossing them with thin weals. As if possessed, he continued to administer gruelling punishment until his penis stood erect, demanding satisfaction.

Dropping the cane, Fowler moved behind the first girl in the line and parted her inflamed buttocks. 'I'll take you all in turn!' he laughed, groping between her legs for the entrance to her vaginal sheath. 'Ah, wonderfully hot, and so wet!' he exclaimed as he pushed his fingers deep inside her and massaged her inner flesh. Slipping his fingers from the heat of her young pussy, he pushed the bulbous head of his penis between her swollen lips and drove it home.

Her companions could only listen to Fowler's grunts and the young girl's whimpers as they waited their turn. Hannah pulled on her chains, determined to free herself as the girl cried out her words of involuntary lust. 'I'm coming! God, I'm coming!'

Slipping his penis from her spasming sheath as she fell limp, Fowler moved to the next girl and thrust his thick shaft deep into her quivering cunt. 'Ah, that's better!' he gasped. 'Much tighter!' Ramming her tethered body for all he was worth, he slipped his penis from her hot hole and rested for a while, saving his sperm for his next victim.

'Who's going to be the lucky girl to have my sperm pumped into her tight cunny hole?' he asked wickedly, moving to the third girl in the line. 'Perhaps it will be you, my dear!' Fowler laughed as he parted her wet cum-lips with his silky knob before effortlessly sliding the entire length of his thick shaft into her trembling body.

'Ah, now you're nice and wet! Much too wet, in fact. Let's try you Roxanne,' he said eagerly, slipping his dripping member from the girl's body and standing behind Roxanne. 'Hannah, I'm about to fuck your little sister! Why don't you listen to her pleas to be fucked harder as I slip my cock deep inside her tight cunt? You'll like that, listening to your sister coming!'

Turning her head, Hannah watched her sister grimace as Fowler plunged his rod deep into her open hole. Her face flushed, Roxanne gasped as her buttocks were pulled up and apart and her pussy crudely taken, from behind. 'This is what young girls were made for!' Fowler gasped as he drove his knob in to the hilt time and time again and neared his climax. 'You're to be the lucky one, my dear! You're about to receive my sperm! Tell me you want it! Beg me to fill you with my come and I'll feed you well!'

As Fowler pushed a finger into Roxanne's arse, she gasped and complied with his demand. 'Yes, fill my cunt with your hot sperm!' she cried. 'Fuck my cunt and come inside me!'

'Good, good!' Fowler panted. 'More, beg for more!'

'Sperm inside my cunt! Fill me with sperm until it runs down my legs!'

Aroused by his victim's obscenities, Fowler's body suddenly became rigid and his penis bulged inside the girl's tight sheath as it spurted out its milk. Begging to be fucked every day, to be fucked hard and filled with sperm every day, Roxanne whimpered as she reached her climax.

Slowing his rhythm, Fowler watched the girl's stretched inner cunt lips clinging to his wet shaft as it slipped in and out of her hot tube. 'You were good, my dear, very good. And shall be rewarded,' he promised as he slid his penis from her hole and gazed at her pink petals as they curled and closed to retain his sperm. 'I'm sorry, girls, but you'll have to wait a while, I'm afraid,' he told the others. 'But there's no rush, is there? I mean, you have a lifetime ahead of you - a lifetime of my big cock to fuck and pleasure you all in turn.'

Slipping his fingers into each girl's pussy hole as he moved along the line, he gauged their depths and widths. 'You're pretty tight,' he concluded. 'Before I go, I'll leave you all to enjoy some nice thick bananas!'

The girls winced as Fowler pushed a banana into each of their tight bottom-holes. Laughing uncontrollably, he stood back and admired the row of young buttocks held apart by the protruding ends of the phalluses.

'You're an evil bastard!' Hannah cursed as he climbed the steps.

'I do believe you're right, Ms Kelley. I do seem to have an evil streak in me - luckily for you.'

'When Richard Evans...'

'Oh no, not again! How many times have I told you? Richard Evans is thousands of miles away! No one in the world knows where we are, so relax and enjoy life!' Stepping off the plane at Rio, Emily and Julia smiled at each other, sure that they were about to rescue their friends and bring Fowler to trial.