Submission (38 page)

'Yes, I suppose I do.'

'So, have you an answer for me yet?'

Turning her head, Hannah gazed into Emily's big brown eyes and smiled. Was there still love there? she wondered, remembering the wonderful experience they'd shared on the soft grass in the clearing. Lowering her eyes to the girl's full lips, she imagined herself lying naked with her legs spread, Emily kissing and licking her pinken folds. She was still torn - after all that had happened, she still wasn't sure what it was that she wanted.

As the coach pulled up outside the centre, the armed men pulled Fowler from his seat and led him away. 'I'll get out here, too,' Hannah said. 'There's something important that I have to do. Something that I need to discover, once and for all.'

'And me,' Emily added softly, giving Hannah a knowing look. 'And me.'

Turning to Evans, Hannah smiled sweetly. 'I'll join you in London later and... I need to find out... I'll give you an answer later, Richard - one way or the other.'

Following Fowler and his guards into the centre, Hannah turned to Emily and smiled. Walking down the corridor, both knew what it was they had to discover.

'This place brings back memories,' Hannah murmured as Fowler was led to the cells.

'It certainly does,' Emily agreed, following Hannah down the basement steps.

No words were needed as Hannah slipped her jeans off and climbed onto the table. 'Do you want the chains?' Emily murmured, tugging the girl's panties down her slender legs.

'Mmm, please,' Hannah replied softly as Emily chained her ankles before moving to the control box.

Grinning, Emily pressed the button and watched as Hannah's legs were lifted up and apart, exposing and opening her very wet crack. Pulling up a chair, she sat between the splayed legs and gazed longingly at the pinken folds invitingly spread before her big brown eyes.

Sucking Hannah's drenched inner lips into her hot mouth she became aware of her own juices flowing and her clitoris stirring.
Is this love?
she wondered as she parted Hannah's pouting outer lips and located her stiff bud with her tongue.

The warm, slippery girl-flesh tasted good, the clitoris comforting against her tongue. Was this real love - having a girl chained up, her legs pulled open, the intimate part of her body bared?

Hannah breathed deeply as her friend's tongue ran round and round her clitoris, bringing her incredible sensations of warmth and well-being. Having a female tongue between the open folds of her own femininity touched unknown horizons, a heavenly, consuming lust. The girl - her lover - seemed to eat away at her very soul, sucking out all her ability to reason.

Now Emily's tongue was seeking her wet entrance, the stretched pink skin surrounding the portal to her very being. Hannah quivered as the girl's tongue dived into her hole and caressed the creamy walls of her vagina. Her fists clenched, she arched her back as Emily licked her gaping valley up to her clitoris where, again, she expertly stiffened the nodule.

'Coming!' Hannah whispered as Emily engulfed her bud, sucking out the impending orgasm. Using her fingers to heighten Hannah's pleasure, Emily massaged her vaginal sheath. 'Oh, Emily! I'm coming!' Hannah cried as her body shuddered and her cunt sucked the girl's fingers deep inside.

Hannah held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as her climax gripped her, taking her higher than ever before, rendering her semi-conscious. On and on the waves of lust crashed over her trembling body, bringing her visions of Emily's open cunt forced against her mouth, dripping with the juices of love.

Her climax receding, Hannah relaxed and allowed Emily to clean her inflamed lips with her tongue, to drink the honeydew as it trickled from her sticky chasm. Still, Hannah was torn. She wanted Emily, desperately. But was this love? Could another woman bring her true sexual and emotional satisfaction? She didn't know.

Slipping out of her clothes to join Hannah on the table, Emily smiled longingly at her friend as she knelt astride her head. Gazing at the delectable offering hovering inches from her mouth, Hannah poked out her tongue to taste the globules of girl-juice forming on Emily's glistening inner pussy lips. Lowering her body, Emily folded her thick outer quim lips over Hannah's mouth and closed her eyes.

Exploring inside Emily's open vaginal sheath, Hannah delighted in the wondrous taste of the girl's female sex-juice. No man could bring her this, no man could offer her the sweet prettiness of pouting vaginal lips, the sexual heat of a girl's tightening vaginal sheath.

Turning round, Emily presented her gaping slit to Hannah's mouth and buried her face between her swollen pussy lips. Now, both girls licked, sucked and mouthed between each other's legs, intoxicated by the loving union, lost in their lesbianism.

As Emily began to shudder and her clitoris hardened against the lapping tongue, Hannah pulled the girl's outer lips open as wide as she could, licking her clitoris fervently until it swelled even more and blossomed within her hot mouth. Her juices decanting, Emily ground her face between Hannah's legs and brought out the girl's second coming.

Writhing, shuddering, their mouths locked between each other's legs, the women discovered another sexual heaven - a heaven accessible only to those locked in lesbian lust. Drinking the last of each other's juices, cleaning and preening each other's inflamed vaginas, they finally rested - happy in their satisfaction, warm in their entwined bodies.

Climbing from the table, Emily gazed longingly at Hannah as she pressed the button, bringing her legs down. Releasing Hannah from her chains, Emily asked her what she intended to do. Hannah just smiled, still lost, torn between male and female. Her journey of discovery was incomplete, she knew. She could give Emily no answer - nor could she give an answer to Richard Evans.

As the girls finished dressing, they jumped as the basement door opened. 'I'm sorry to intrude,' Evans proffered, standing at the top of the steps. 'Only I'm rather desperate for an answer, Hannah.'

'Emily, will you leave us alone for a while?' Hannah asked.

'Yes, yes, of course,' she replied. 'I... I'll see you later, then,' she added, climbing the steps.

Moving towards Hannah, Evans took her in his arms, pulling her against his firm body. 'I thought it only fair...' he began.

'What?' Hannah asked, looking up to his dark eyes.

'Well... to help you decide... I thought it only fair that I should have a chance to win you, too.'

'You... you know about...'

'Emily - yes, I know.'

Lifting Hannah's T-shirt over her head, Evans dropped it to the floor. Unclipping her bra, he lowered his head and took her hard nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. Hannah gasped, pulling him hard against her breast as he unbuckled her belt and tugged her jeans down. Breaking away, he knelt before her and slipped her soaked panties down her thighs, burying his face between her swollen pussy lips, lapping the warm sticky juices, the remnants of her lesbian orgasm.

Hannah stood with her legs apart, gripping Evans's head, grinding her open body into his face as he encircled her stiffening clitoris with his tongue.
Is this what I want?
she wondered as he stood up and carried her to the table. Gently laying her down, he slipped out of his clothes and climbed between her open legs. His body was hard, muscular - his penis long, thick, solid.

She quivered as the rigid male organ pressed between her wet pussy lips. Slowly, the shaft entered her, penetrating deep into the heat of her spasming vagina until the solid knob came to rest against the soft firmness of her cervix. Emily couldn't give her this, she knew - this comfortable, comforting, secure man-union. Was it the ultimate? Or just different? Still, she didn't know. Emily was soft, pretty, feminine - Evans hard, rugged, masculine.

Still torn, Hannah let herself go as Evans's engorged prick began to slide in and out of her gripping vagina. Moving her hips she pressed her swelling clitoris against the thrusting shaft, delighting in the incredible sensations of the coupling. Could she love Evans, a man, and deny herself Emily? She didn't know. She wanted both, male and female.

Evans kissed Hannah's full mouth, pushing his tongue hard against hers as he continued his beautiful fucking, bringing her ever closer to her climax. Writhing under his hard body, she gasped as she shuddered, her cunt gripping its prize as her clitoris erupted in ecstasy.

Before the pulsings of pleasure had ceased, the hard penis within her quivering vagina suddenly twitched and swelled and pumped out its sperm. Hannah could feel the pumping, gushing deep within her pelvis as Evans filled her with male fruits. Squirming, gasping, she shuddered her last shudder and relaxed, her body bathed with perspiration, her cunt full of love.

Dressing, Evans looked at Hannah and smiled. He wanted an answer, she knew. His hair was ruffled, his face flushed with recent sex. His eyes, deep and dark, penetrated her soul, seeking her acknowledgment, her love.

No words passed between them as they left the basement and wandered into Swain's office to find Emily. She, too, desperately needed an answer, Hannah knew. Gazing into the girl's big brown eyes, she smiled nervously. Emily returned her smile. She could see from the sparkle in Hannah's eyes what it was that she wanted, who she wanted - Richard Evans. And, she reflected, it was the only way to allow women some say, at least, in the running of the country.

'Should I marry you, Richard, it would be on the condition that I, and I alone, run the country,' Hannah declared.

'I'd agree to that,' Evans replied, stunning both girls.

'But... but I thought... Are you saying that you'd step aside?' Hannah stammered.

'Since your disappearance, the people have been causing problems. I've received hundreds of thousands of petitions, asking that you take over. So, you see, whether you marry me or not, it seems that I have little choice.'

'But why do the people want me?'

'Rebecca, my darling daughter, wrote a newspaper article about the EFW and Fowler's exploits at the centres. She blew the lid off the whole thing!'

'How come you allowed the paper to run the story?'

'I wouldn't have allowed it! She handed the editor a letter, supposedly from me, giving him permission to run it. He rang my office and someone, God knows who, confirmed the letter. How the girl set it all up, I'll never know. Anyway, once the story about Fowler, Swain and the centres broke, there was uproar. I'm not surprised in the least that the people want you, Hannah. After all, you were... I'm sorry, you
are
, a highly respected journalist with strong political views. I'm sure you'll make a damn good leader. And besides, I've had enough of it all - I really have! Sadly, my dream, vision, call it what you will, has gone.'

'I don't know what to say!'

'I hope you'll agree since I've already announced the news on television!'

Flinging her arms around Hannah, Emily cried. They were special together, she knew. She was happy for Hannah, but sad for herself. 'We'll still be friends,' Hannah whispered. 'Loving, intimate friends.'

'By the way,' Evans interrupted as the girls hugged each other. 'Fowler's right-hand man, Derek Hammond, is in the cells. You'll need someone to run the centre, to look after the male prisoners, and Swain.'

'Will you do it, Emily?' Hannah asked.

'Oh, yes! I'll take care of Fowler, Smith, Hammond and Swain! Let's go and break the good news to them!' Emily laughed, making for the door. 'Ah, Swain, you fat lesbian!' Hannah crowed as she leaned against the cell bars. 'And Smith! The tables have turned for good this time! I suppose you've both heard the good news - I'm running the country. And there's one change that I'm going to make straight away - namely, you're going to spend the rest of your days here!'

Hanging their heads, Hannah's prisoners knew that the game was over - they'd finally lost. Oppressed by their own evil, the prospect of the bleak days to come, they said nothing as Hannah turned her back on them.

'I'll be running the centre from now on.' Emily stated, a wicked glint in her eye as she followed Hannah down the corridor. 'I'll be back later to... to begin my new regime,' she added firmly.

'Shall we go to my house and celebrate?' Evans asked as they joined him in Swain's office. 'There are a few people waiting to see you both.'

'Who?' Hannah asked.

'Half the EFW for starters! Oh, and a young couple. Mike someone or other, and a girl called Sharon. They're to be married soon, so it'll be a double celebration.'

Emily smiled. She'd known all along that she'd lost Mike. But she still had Hannah - half of her, anyway. 'Life's great!' she laughed, hugging Hannah again.

'It is that!' Evans rejoined. 'Come on, let's go! Rebecca's waiting at the house with Julia, Jo and...'

'Jo?' Hannah echoed.

'Yes, she's hoping that you'll forgive her. Come on, Rose is there, and Roxanne. All your friends, Hannah.' Squeezing Emily's hand, Hannah left the centre. The fight was over, she'd won. Looking back to the building as she climbed into the back of Evans's car with Emily, she smiled. 'I hardly believe the way things have turned out!' she said excitedly.

'Neither can I,' Evans smiled, catching her blue eyes in the rear view mirror. 'But you still haven't answered my question.'

'No, I haven't, have I?' Hannah replied, turning to Emily.

Overcome by emotion, tears welled in her eyes as she stroked Emily's thigh. 'We've won, Emily!' she cried, pressing her hand against the girl's warm pubic mound. 'We've bloody well won!'

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