Submission (37 page)

'What worries, me,' Emily began as they left the airport. 'What worries me is, how the hell do we get Fowler and the girls out of Brazil, assuming we find them, that is?'

'Let's cross that bridge when we come to it,' Julia replied, knowing full well that, without passports, the girls could never leave the country.

'You'd have thought that Evans could have arranged something. With the British Embassy, perhaps?' Emily mused.

'Well, he didn't. Anyway, what do we do now? We don't speak the lingo, we've no idea where... What's the place called? Petra something?'

'Petropolis. Let's take a taxi there and have a look around. Unless you have a better idea?'

Arriving in the town, Emily climbed out of the taxi and pointed to a building. 'Look, that's handy, there's the bloody police station!' she exclaimed to Julia as she paid the driver.

'Oh yeah, they'll be a great help, won't they? What did you have in mind? To ask them if they've seen a bunch of English girls being led though the street by a greying old man?'

'No, I suppose not. Come on, let's have a coffee somewhere.'

Sitting outside a cafe sipping her coffee, Emily suddenly grabbed Julia's arm. 'Look!' she spluttered, spilling her coffee.

'What?'

'I don't bloody believe it! There's Fowler!'

'Of all the luck! Someone up there likes us!' Julia ruminated, looking up to the clear blue sky.

Walking along the street with a carrier bag, Fowler disappeared from view as suddenly as the girls had him. Leaping up from the table, they dashed across the road and gave chase.

'Keep back!' Emily warned as they almost caught up with him. 'We'll follow him, but we must keep our distance.'

'Do you reckon he's going to his house?'

'I hope so. I can't believe our luck! There must be a million to one chance of seeing Fowler in the street like that. Fate, or something, is on our side.'

Turning off the road just outside the town, Fowler made his way along a rough track. Darting behind the thick foliage now and then, the girls followed him until the large house came into view.

'This is it,' Emily said excitedly, causing Fowler to turn round and gaze towards the bush they were hiding behind.

'Shush! He'll hear us,' Julia whispered. 'What do we do now?'

'Wait until he goes out, I suppose.'

Sooner than they could have hoped, Fowler emerged from the house and walked down the track, whistling as he passed them. The minute he was out of sight, Emily dashed to the house, leaving Julia in the bush to keep watch.

With tears in her eyes, Emily bounded down the basement steps. 'What has he done to you?' she cried, pulling on Hannah's chains, her tears flowing as she confronted the row of bare buttocks.

'Emily! What the hell... How on earth did you...'

'Later, I'll tell you later! Now, where does he keep the key?'

'Here!' a voice bellowed from behind. 'I keep it here, in my pocket!'

Turning, Emily watched Fowler bolt the door. Frozen with fear, her heart sinking, her knees trembling, she gazed blankly at the man as he walked down the steps and across the floor towards her. Stunned, she could do nothing as he took her wrists and chained them to the wall.

'Well, what a pleasant surprise,' he beamed, tearing her T-shirt off. 'Tell me, my dear Emily, where's your friend? I saw you both following me. I suppose she's still outside, is she? This really is my lucky day! I now have Emily Johnson, Hannah Kelley, and her little sister, Roxanne. Ah, yes, and there's young Heidi, of course, and I'll soon have that pretty little black girl, Julia, to play with too! This is, indeed, my lucky day!'

Emily stood immobile as Fowler slipped her jeans down her legs and kissed her thighs. She'd lost all hope now. The fight was over. And in her mind, there was little point in being alive. No one knew where they were, not even Evans. And if he did, she doubted that he would do anything to help.

'What pretty red panties these are,' Fowler drooled as he pulled them down her thighs. 'And what wonderfully soft, hairless pussy lips. I'm so pleased that you're here, my dear. How about me slipping my cock into your sweet cunt? Just as a sort of welcoming present!'

Pushing Emily against the wall, he pulled out his hard penis and stabbed his bulbous knob between her pouting vaginal lips. As his thick member entered her vagina, she squeezed her eyes shut, remembering her time with him in the centre. Devastated, she couldn't believe that once again she was in a sordid basement with Fowler's penis deep inside her pussy.

'Ah, just like old times!' Fowler breathed as he began his fucking motions. 'I've missed your tight cunt-hole, my dear! Have you missed my hard cock? Well, you've no need to worry, because you'll have me fucking you every day! That's a nice thought, isn't it?'

Her arms chained above her head, her naked body chaffing against the wall, tears flooded Emily's eyes as Fowler slid his thick shaft in and out of her vagina. Reaching behind her, he opened her buttocks and pushed a finger into her private hole. This was what her life would consist of now, she knew. Every day, every night, until... Fowler would use her until...
until I die?
she thought fearfully.

'Ah, coming!' Fowler groaned as he filled her tight sheath with his sperm. 'Coming up your cunt! Ah, God, that's good. I love fucking you! God, you're so... Ah, so tight!'

Withdrawing his penis, he grinned at Emily. 'You're a good fuck,' he acknowledged. 'I'd love to stay and fuck you but I have your friend outside to capture. She's bound to be looking for you after a while, so I'll go upstairs and lie in wait.'

Leaving the basement door ajar, Fowler opened the front door an inch or so to lure his prey in. She wouldn't believe her luck, he thought gleefully as he made a quick phone call before relaxing in the lounge. It was only a matter of time before she would come in search of her friend - and walk straight into his lair.

The two girls had come to Brazil alone, he knew. Evans wouldn't be in on it - he hadn't the time for a wild goose chase. And besides, the dictator had his family back, so he was happy enough to be rid of him, and the Kelley sisters. His inner evil mirrored in his eyes, Fowler crouched behind the sofa planning his night of sex with his expanding harem.

Checking her watch, Julia emerged from the bush and crept towards the house, her eyes darting this way and that as she approached the front door and pushed it open. Her heart racing, her hands trembling, following her instinct, she walked along the hall to the basement door.

'It's a trick!' Emily yelled as Julia appeared at the top of the basement steps. 'Run for it! It's...'

'Ah, Julia!' Fowler purred as he closed and locked the basement door behind him. 'How good of you to come, my dear. And believe me, you'll be coming quite often now that we're together again! Now I have all my beauties under one roof!'

'We didn't come here alone,' Julia said shakily as Fowler marched her down the steps.

'Of course you did! While I was awaiting your most welcome arrival, I checked with the airline. Only you and young Emily flew into Rio to find me, there were no other EFW girls on the flight - how convenient!'

'Richard Evans knows that we're here!'

'I doubt it.'

'He knows, believe me!' Julia asserted.

'He might know that you're in Brazil, but he doesn't know that you're here, does he? No one knows, my dear. Now, if you'll be so good as to remove your clothes and lie on my special table, we'll acclimatize you to Rio!'

Struggle though she did, Julia couldn't stop Fowler from stripping her naked and carrying her to the table where he spread her limbs and tied her wrists and ankles. Emerging through the hole in the centre of the table, he kissed her black outer quim lips before parting them with his fingers and licking the sensitive inner pink folds.

'It's so good to have all my girls with me again!' Fowler murmured through a mouthful of moist flesh. 'Tell me, my dear, how long has it been since you last came? How long since you had your pretty cunt opened and fucked by a man's thick cock?'

'I'll get you for this, Fowler!' Julia spat as he stood up between her legs and slipped his penis from his trousers.

'Ah, how hot your cunt is!' he gasped as he watched his shaft sink into the girl's dark trembling body. 'There, right in to the root! How does it feel?'

'I'll kill you, Fowler!'

'Oh dear, all these futile threats are becoming so boring. You don't seem to like my cock up your pretty cunt, so I'll try your tight bottom-hole instead,' he sniggered, slipping his penis from her vaginal sheath and pressing the bulbous head between her buttocks.

Julia's ripe young body rocked back and forth as Fowler slid his member gently in and out of her bowels. Turning her head, she looked at Emily's naked body hanging from the chains and wondered how they'd managed to get themselves trapped by Fowler yet again. So near, she thought sadly as he thrust four fingers into her vagina and began to massage her soft flesh. So near - and now, so far.

'I want two girls to put on a nice lesbian show for me this evening,' Fowler spluttered as he neared his climax. 'Two girls, licking each other's cunts! Ah, that's good! Fingering each other! Ah, I'm coming!'

Snatching his penis from the girl's contracting bottom-hole Fowler took the awesome weapon in his hand and massaged his huge knob. 'Ah, coming!' he cried again as his white cream splattered over her black stomach. 'Ah, look, coming all your stomach!'

Julia lifted her head to see the sperm shooting from his knob and pooling in her navel. Swearing to get even with him she rested her head on the table again and looked at Emily, then at the row of buttocks lined up ready for the beast's every whim.

'First the cream, now for the banana!' Fowler laughed as he zipped up his trousers and tore off a banana from a bunch on the floor. 'I'm going to fuck you with this!' Peeling the phallus he forced it deep into Julia's hot vagina, before changing his mind. 'Ah, I've a better idea!' he said excitedly, climbing from under the table. 'Emily, you can eat it out of her cunt while I watch! I hope you're hungry!'

Walking Emily to the table, Fowler pushed her to the floor and up through the hole. Pushing her face into the soft folds of Julia's bloated cavern, he ordered her to eat the banana. Emily knew she had no choice as she took the end of the fruit into her mouth and began to nibble.

'Nice and hot and slippery with her cunt juice, is it?' the sadistic ringmaster laughed as she sank her teeth into the banana and pulled it out an inch or so. Looking down over her sperm-covered stomach, Julia watched as Emily extracted the delicacy inch by inch with her teeth. Munching the warm, slippery fruit, Emily pulled the last two inches from her friend's hot vagina and swallowed hard.

'Very good!' Fowler applauded. 'And now you can eat some bananas from the girls' bottom-holes! And then you can suck my hard knob and have another nice dollop of cream to wash them down with!'

The basement door burst open as Fowler pulled Emily out from under the table. 'You, Fowler!' yelled one of two men wielding automatic weapons, leaping down the steps. 'Get over there against the wall!' His hands above his head, Fowler frowned as he faced the wall.

'What the hell's going on?' he demanded.

'Free the girls!' the man ordered.

'But...'

'Free them - now!'

Taking the key from his pocket, Fowler moved along the line of girls and unchained them. 'We could do a deal,' he whined as he released the third girl. 'Take the girl of your choice, anyone you want and...'

'Shut it, Fowler - and get on with it!' the second man ordered, pointing his gun at Fowler's head.

'Who are you?' Hannah asked, standing upright and rubbing her wrists.

'Evans sent us. We haven't got much time, we're not supposed to be here, so all get dressed, quickly!'

'If Evans sent you, then why...'

'We've a plane at an airstrip half a mile away. We had no landing permission, nothing. If we're caught... Just hurry up!'

Hannah grinned maliciously at Fowler as he released the last girl before having his hands cuffed behind his back. 'The tables have turned, you bastard!' she spat as he was nudged up the steps by a gun in his back.'

'Hurry up, you lot, we've very little time!' the man called as he prodded Fowler through the door. Climbing fast, the small jet cleared the mountain tops and turned towards the Atlantic. 'There's the coast!' Hannah shrieked as she gazed out of the window. 'Look, Fowler! Say goodbye to Rio!' His hands cuffed to his seat, Fowler turned his head and peered through the window at the coastline far below. 'It's back to England for you, Fowler! Back to the centre - as our prisoner!'

Driving rain greeted the girls as they landed at Gatwick airport. Dashing to a waiting coach, Hannah climbed aboard, her hair windswept and wet, her face flushed. Walking to the rear of the coach, she stopped and her heart leapt as she found herself gazing at Richard Evans.

'Welcome home!' Evans smiled, rising to his feet.

'Evans! I mean, Richard!' Hannah gasped. 'How can I ever thank you enough?'

'You could start by accepting my proposal,' he replied, taking her head in his hands and kissing her full mouth.

'Richard!' Fowler called as he was pushed to the rear of the coach. 'I'm so glad you sent your men to find me! They grabbed me and flew me out to Rio where...'

'Shut him up, for God's sake!' Evans ordered his men.

'But, Richard...' Fowler persisted as he was manhandled into a seat.

'Gag him or something!' Evans instructed, throwing a handkerchief to his men. 'I don't want to see or hear Fowler until he's locked up in the centre along with Smith and Swain!'

During the journey to the centre, Evans told Hannah how he'd had Emily and Julia tailed. 'I had them followed for their own safety. I never expected them to find you. Anyway, it's Becky you should thank, really. When we got word that Emily and Julia were in Fowler's dirty hands, Becky suggested flying the jet out to Rio. I'm very proud of her - and you, Hannah.'

'Why me?'

'Because... I admire you - I always have, you know that.'