Submission (8 page)

'You're good!' she praised as she swung her leg over Julia's face. 'You're
very
good! Look after my needs like that and your time in the centre will be
most
rewarding, I'll see to that!' she promised as she pulled her skirt up over her ample hips. 'And you got rid of Fowler - I am more than pleased with you, more than pleased! And now it's your turn again. I'll turn the machine up a little higher just to make sure that you
really
enjoy it.'

Hannah and Emily bounded up to the derelict house to greet Jo with a mixture of fear and delight. Once inside, Emily shone a torch into Fowler's dazed face. 'That's Fowler, all right!' she exclaimed triumphantly as he opened his eyes. 'Remember me? You bastard!' Shining the torch onto her face, she grinned. 'Recognize me? I'm Emily Johnson, and you, Fowler, are
my
prisoner now!'

Lying on his back, the torch in his eyes again, Fowler struggled to sit up. 'If I were you, I'd think twice about keeping me prisoner! You'll have the entire army onto you unless...'

'Shut it, Fowler! We've already got Rebecca Evans. Do you think anyone's bothered about the likes of you?' Emily spat. 'Look at you, you're pathetic! Look at his dick, all soft and useless! Things have changed, Fowler. Good has conquered evil!'

'What do we do with him?' Jo asked as Hannah wandered out into the moonlight.

'Torture him!' Emily blasted. 'Rip his dick off so that he'll never be able to abuse women again!'

Hannah sat on the garden wall and looked up to the moon. 'Poor Julia,' she sighed, watching a cloud drift across the silvery disc. 'Thank God she thought to send Fowler here.'

'So, the plan worked,' Emily observed as she sat beside Hannah.

'Yes, it did. But what did they put Julia through? What did they do to her to make her talk?'

'Not much. She knew of this place, what to say if she was under too much pressure, so she only had to hold out for a while.'

'Yes, I suppose so. Right! Go for a walk with Jo while I deal with this creep - give me an hour.

'Deal with him? What, you're not going to kill him, are you?'

'Of course not! Jo, come out here! I want you to go with Emily.'

The girls disappeared across the fields as Hannah returned to the house. 'So, Fowler, what am I to do with you?'

'Let me go, if you've any sense at all!'

'No, I can't do that, I'm afraid,' she replied, grabbing his radio. 'Swain! Are you there? It's Hannah Kelley!'

After some minutes Swain panted her reply into the microphone.

'I'm busy with Julia. What do you want?'

'Let Julia go, in one piece, and you can have Fowler back.'

'No, I think not!'

Holding the radio to Fowler's mouth, Hannah told him to negotiate.

'Lesley, it's me - Ron. Let that little bitch go, it's the only way... Lesley... Lesley... Swain!'

Hannah frowned at Fowler sympathetically.

'Oh dear, it seems that she doesn't want you back. I was going to double-cross her anyway,' she admitted, gazing at his penis as she raised the radio to her mouth again. 'Swain! Do we have a deal or not?'

Kneeling by Fowler's side, Hannah took his penis in her hand and smiled. 'She doesn't give a toss about you, Fowler, and I can't say that I blame her! Now, what shall I do with this? I could always cut it off,' she suggested, pulling the loose skin back and shining the torch onto his soft knob. 'Or I could take you back to our base and let the girls have some fun with you. We know what you do in the centres - an eye for an eye would be most fitting!'

Moving the warm skin up and down, she felt his shaft harden slightly in her hand. Thoughts stirred, mixed, confused thoughts. She'd not had a man for several years and now she wondered at her chance to sit astride Fowler and impale herself on his penis, use his body for her pleasure. No one would know, no one would believe him if he claimed that she'd used him for sex. The temptation was too great to resist. But more, she looked upon using Fowler's penis as a way to discover her sexual identity, her preference - male or female.

The shaft hardening fully, she leaned forward and sucked the purple knob into her hot mouth. 'We can do a deal,' he gasped as she rolled her tongue round the silky hardness. 'Let me return and I'll release your friend. Julia Brown.'

'No way! Do you think me completely stupid?' Hannah replied as she slipped his penis from her mouth. Engulfing the bulbous knob again, she moved her head up and down, swallowing the thick shaft and withdrawing again, increasingly aware of her clitoris stirring, her vagina wetting her panties with the juices of sex.

Guilt, too, suddenly swamped her. She'd told Emily of her love for her. Was
this
showing her love? Kneading Fowler's balls, she dropped her head further, taking his hard knob to the back of her throat as she moaned through her nose. Pulling his hardness from her mouth, she licked the twitching knob, ran her tongue round and round, up and down the shaft to the accompaniment of Fowler's grunts and groans. Slipping her jeans and panties off, she sat astride the erect member. She thought of Emily again.
This will decide
, she mused,
one way or another. This will decide what I really am
.

Opening her cunt lips with one hand and holding Fowler's hard rod in the other, she slowly manoeuvred her body onto the solid male organ, filling and stretching her hot sheath to capacity. In a frenzy now, she bounced up and down, gasping her delight as she battered her cervix with the bulbous knob. 'I'll take you somewhere, hide you, and use you as my plaything!' she breathed as her pussy spasmed and hugged the shaft tightly within its wet warmth.

Emily couldn't do this for her. But it wasn't love, she reminded herself. This was cold sex, satisfying a need, a burning passion. Riding Fowler like a wild horse, she grabbed his chest, digging her fingernails into his hard body as she rocked and writhed on the huge rod buried deep within her drenched pussy. Gyrating her hips now, she stirred the cream within her sheath, massaged the soft walls to produce new tastes, new sensations. Faster she rode her enemy, bouncing up and down with all her might, perversely expressing her hatred in the act of love.

Fowler could only gaze up at his arch-enemy as she used him, his body, for her debauched pleasure, swearing that the day would come when he'd take her prisoner, take her to the centre and enjoy her body, use her vagina as it should be used. 'One day, Kelley!' he grunted as she gripped his body between her thighs and slid back and forth.

'Coming, coming!' Hannah soon cried in her abandonment, swivelling her hips to rub her extended clitoris against his body. 'Ah, yes! Come, I've come...' Her muscles tightening around his hard rod, she tossed her long blonde hair back and wailed her pleasure into the dark of the night as her clitoris swelled and erupted, sending electrifying tingles of sex over her quivering flesh, deep into her psyche. 'Ah! I'm there! God, I'm there!'

Fowler grunted as he loosed his sperm, filling her hot pussy with the gushing liquid as she writhed and squirmed on top of his shuddering body. Her hair over her face, she leaned on her hands, flanking his chest and gasping for air as she gently wriggled her hips to bring out the last ripples of pleasure from her shrinking clitoris.

'I never thought I'd be fucking
you!
' she cried, tossing her head back as she raised her hips and pulled his penis from her wet sheath.

'No, but I knew
I'd
be fucking
you!
' he leered. 'My plan was to fuck your cunt, your mouth, and your bottom-hole the minute I'd captured you. And the day will come when...'

'There'll be no such day, the tables have turned, Fowler. Your day will never come! As soon as the girls get back you've a long walk ahead of you - blindfold and naked. How does that sound?'

'You're making a grave mistake, my girl, believe me!'

'No, I'm not. I know just the place to keep you, miles from anywhere. We'll drop food in now and then and have some fun with your dick when it takes our fancy. We'll thrash you, too, just like you thrashed those innocent girls. You've a lot to look forward to! I wouldn't free you for the world, Fowler. Knowing what you do to those poor women - I wouldn't free you for the bloody world!' Lesley Swain's Videophone was bleeping as she walked into her office at eight the following morning. Sitting at her desk, she pressed the button to find Evans gazing at her. 'What the hell's going on?' he blasted. 'Where the hell's Fowler?'

Concealing a grin, Swain related how Fowler had cocked everything up, how she'd been covering for him, how he had deliberately sent Rebecca off with Emily Johnson. 'He's run off, Mr Evans, that's what he's done. Why not put me in charge of the centres? I virtually run them anyway.'

'All right, you're on! But I want something done about my daughter! Use the same trick as before - let one of the girls go and have her followed, but this time, make sure it's done properly! I'm depending on you, Swain. Get Rebecca back and you'll receive your just reward!'

Switching the videophone off, Swain sat back in her chair and grinned. Julia Brown, she thought, the ideal candidate. She knew where Kelley was. But what of Fowler? He'd have to be silenced permanently.

Releasing Julia, Swain helped her to her feet and smiled. 'You did well,' she praised. 'Now that Fowler's gone I'm running the centres. As a reward for the pleasure you brought me, I'm letting you go. But I don't want Evans to know, so I'll have to make it look as if you've escaped. There's another girl who's done well, too. She'll be going with you. You'll have to leave without clothes, of course, but there's a cottage - just follow the path through the wood and you'll find it. All you need will be there. Wait here while I get the other girl.'

Returning half an hour later, Swain led Julia into another room. 'This is Rose,' she said, indicating a naked young girl sitting on a chair. 'You'll both go through that window, through the gate in the wall and out into the wood. Just follow the path and you'll come to the cottage. Go now! And I don't want either of you here again, so forget all this resistance group nonsense!'

In the freedom of the wood, Julia crept into the undergrowth and sat down to rest. 'Come on!' Rose urged, her full breasts hanging heavy as she leaned over Julia to take her arm.

'I ache all over, let me rest for a while,' Julia complained. Joining her on the leafy ground, Rose smiled. Her long hair covering her breasts, she asked Julia where she planned to go.

'Ashdown Forest, that's where Hannah Kelley's group hang out,' Julia blurted out, her eyes peering at the girl's thick hairy pussy lips bulging between her parted thighs. 'Where are you going?'

'I'm from Nottingham so... They brought me here a few days ago. I really don't think I'll be able to get back to Nottingham just yet. Any chance of taking me with you? I'd love to meet the infamous Hannah Kelley.'

'I don't know. What did you do for Swain for her to free you?'

'Gave her a little useless information, nothing much. And you?'

'It's a long story. So what were you doing to get yourself caught?'

'Fighting the good fight. Shall we go now? We can chat more when we get to the cottage.'

Swain hit the videophone button to inform Evans that the plan was underway. 'You'll have your daughter back, and Hannah Kelley, within hours, Mr Evans!' she assured him triumphantly.

'I hope so, Swain. For your sake, I bloody well hope so!'

Wandering past the rows of cells, Swain cast her eyes over the dozens of naked girls and grinned. 'You won't be seeing any more of Fowler!' she gloated, her hands on her fat hips. 'I'm the boss here now - and things are going to be very different from now on. Very different indeed! Now, let me see. Yes, you, Nicola. A little later, I'll spend an hour or so playing with you! I'll amuse myself with all of you in turn. I'll watch while you lick each other, finger each other. Oh yes, we'll have some fun now that Fowler's gone! But in the meantime, I've one or two things to attend to.'

Sitting at her desk, Swain listened to the bug planted in the cottage. After ten minutes she heard the girls arrive, chattering about their plans as they slipped into the dresses. She smiled. 'Good girl, Rose! Now I know exactly where Hannah Kelley is, and Rebecca Evans - and Ron bloody Fowler!'

Taking a gun from her desk drawer, she left the office. 'It's goodbye, Fowler.' she muttered as she walked down the corridor. 'And the finger of blame will be pointing at Hannah Kelley.'

'Quite a good night's work!' Hannah laughed as she ate her breakfast. 'You like my little hide, then, Emily?'

'It's brilliant! But I still don't know why you kept it a secret from me - from everyone.'

'I told you, I've been worried that someone's been tipping off the authorities. I discovered the place some time ago and kept it to myself in case we had to run for cover.'

'Well, I think it's better than this place. A basement under a crumbled farmhouse is perfect, as long as all that rubble doesn't cave in.'

'It won't, it's safe enough. That's the beauty of it - looking nothing more than a pile of rubble, no one will suspect that the basement's still intact.'

'I still say that Jo shouldn't be at the derelict house. Fowler may have told someone else about it.'

'But she's not in the house, is she? She's safe enough, don't worry. Anyway, it's got to be manned twenty-four hours a day, you know that. Should anyone be forced to talk, they'll mention the house. I must make contact with Evans to see what he's got to say about his precious daughter. I think we've let him sweat for long enough, don't you?'

Much to Hannah's surprise, Evans wouldn't bargain. Reminding him via the radio that his daughter's life was at stake seemed to have little effect. But it was his dire warning that Hannah's days were numbered that rang alarm bells. Had he discovered Rebecca's whereabouts? she wondered. Who was feeding him information?

'What are you going to do with me?' Rebecca asked as Hannah pulled the curtain aside. 'You'd better let me go. Mr Fowler will be scouring the land for me, and when he...'

'Fowler isn't doing anything!' Hannah returned angrily. 'In fact, at this very moment, he's tied up in a safe little haven where no one will ever find him.'