Submission (9 page)

'I don't believe you.'

'You don't have to, you'll be joining him shortly. Emily! Come in here and help me prepare Rebecca for a little journey!'

Following Julia across an open field, Rose suggested that they rest for a while.
Stalling for time
, Julia speculated. Rose had been slow, too slow. She'd wasted time playing about with a small boat on the river they'd crossed earlier. She was up to something, Julia sensed it.

'When we get to the trees, we'll rest. We can't stop in the middle of an open field,' Julia maintained.

'But we've travelled miles! My feet hurt!'

'So do mine, but I've a feeling that we're being followed. We can't stop until we reach the trees.'

Treading through the knee-high grass, Julia began to wish that she'd not told Rose of Hannah's base in Ashdown Forest. But it was too late, she'd said too much and could only pray that Swain wasn't following them - or worse, waiting for them at Hannah's hide.

'Is there any more fruit in the handbag?' Julia asked as they settled under a tree by the edge of the wood.

'Only this,' Rose smiled, passing her an apple. 'It's a good job Swain left us the food, we'd have been starving by now.'

'She did rather too much to help us, if you ask me. I wonder what they use the cottage for?'

'Perhaps Swain lives there.'

'Maybe. I don't trust you, Rose, you know that, don't you?'

'After all we talked about in the cottage, you don't trust me? But I told you everything!'

'Yes, you did tell me a lot, and I told you a lot - too much, I think. Anyway, I've a feeling that we're being followed. And I think that you know who it is.'

'Of course we're not being followed! And if we were, how the hell should I know who it is?'

'Yes, well, just to make sure, I'm going to climb a tree and have a look.'

Squinting in the summer sun, Julia looked out across the field. She couldn't see anyone, but that didn't mean that there was no one there, she knew only too well. Climbing from the tree, she wondered how Hannah would react to her bringing a stranger to the forest. But, she recalled, Hannah's girls would intercept them well before they neared the base. If the worst came to the worst and Swain was following, she'd be intercepted, too.

'Well?' Rose asked peevishly, picking up the handbag as Julia joined her. 'Is anyone following us?'

'Couldn't see any one. If this is a trick, Hannah will kill you, you do realize that, don't you?'

'It's not a trick! No one's following us, I promise you!'

'Come on, we've still some way to go.' Her wrists tied behind her back and a rope around her neck, Rebecca had no chance of escaping as she was led, naked and blindfolded, through the forest. 'I expect your mother's frantic with worry over you,' Hannah laughed as she tugged on the rope.

'She's been missing for weeks,' the girl replied solemnly.

'What do you mean?'

'She disappeared. No one knows where she is.'

Turning to look at the girl, Hannah thought of Emily and remembered their time in the clearing. Rebecca's body was fresh, lithe, almost boyish - yet all woman. Her thighs parted slightly, her moist cunt lips swelled beneath her beautifully tanned body, hung invitingly between her legs. In her sexual confusion, Hannah wanted the girl. But she also remembered Fowler, his hard, thick penis deep within her vagina, filling her womb with hot sperm. The female form was soft, sensual, she mused. But the penis, long and hard, brought immense pleasure. She was torn between the two.

'Your father must have some idea where your mother is?'

'She disagreed with his policies. After an argument, she vanished.'

'First he loses her, and now you - how sad for him,' Hannah observed sarcastically as she raised her gaze to the girl's small navel before focusing on her firm breasts.
No time for sex
, she reasoned, pulling on the rope and leading the girl down a small path.

As they approached the crumbled farmhouse, Hannah stopped and gazed at her prisoner again. The girl's long, erect nipples stood out appealingly from her rounded breasts. Just visible beneath the triangle of dark hair between her legs, her young slit seemed to beckon. Richard Evans's daughter, she reflected. How sweet to lay her on the ground beneath the trees and lick between the soft lips of her vagina, entice her bud and bring it to full bloom.

Hannah didn't understand what was happening to her, why she was becoming obsessed with members of her own sex. Her clitoris tingled at the thought of Rebecca coming, writhing and grinding her beautiful body into her mouth as she poured out her juices for her to drink. But this was a serious business - a business not to be mixed with pleasure. Later, she promised herself - later, she would make love to Rebecca.

'I have a companion for you, Fowler,' Hannah announced as she emerged through a small opening in the dimly lit basement. Tugging on the rope, she pulled Rebecca into the room and grinned. 'You know who this is, don't you?'

His feet chained, his hands cuffed to steel rings set in the wall above his head, Fowler raised his eyes and focused on the girls.

'Christ! Rebecca! What the hell... I thought the bitch was lying when she said that she had you!'

'One by one they fall!' Hannah laughed, forcing the girl to kneel between Fowler's feet, her face only inches from his penis.

'You've gone too far, Kelley! Evans will... God knows what he'll do! You've gone too bloody far this time!' he warned, yanking on his chains.

'I'll get Swain next,' she teased, tying ropes between Rebecca's knees and Fowler's feet. 'There, Rebecca, now you'll have to stare at his lovely cock day in, day out.'

Releasing the girl's hands, she wrapped them around Fowler's waist and tied her wrists. 'Now you can't escape his cock, can you?' she laughed. 'In fact, you can suck it if the idea appeals to you.'

'It doesn't appeal to me!'

'Suck it!' Hannah ordered, her arousal rising to dangerous levels.

'No, I won't!'

Taking Fowler's flaccid penis in her hand, Hannah pulled the loose skin back and repeated her order. 'Suck it hard!' Pushing Rebecca's head towards the now swelling knob, she threatened to whip her unless she did as she was told.

'Never!' Rebecca cried.

Looking round the basement, Hannah pulled a length of cable from an old light fitting and moved towards her. 'Suck it, or I'll whip you!' she hissed.

'You can't make me do it! I don't want to...'

Landing a stinging blow across the girl's taut buttocks, Hannah repeated her demand. 'Take it in your mouth!'

'Never!'

Again and again Hannah lashed the girl's virginal buttocks, delighting in the sensations emanating from her own clitoris. Her sexual excitement taking control, she was powerless to stop the thrashing. Even when Fowler's penis stood to attention and the girl took the ballooning knob into her hot mouth, still the beating continued.

Finally discarding the cable, Hannah took the girl's head in her hands and thrust it back and forth. 'You're going to drink his sperm!' she shouted excitedly as Fowler grimaced in his pleasure. Rebecca tried to pull away as the huge penis swelled and twitched against her tongue, but Hannah pushed her head hard against his body to sink his penis deeper into her accommodating mouth.

'I'm coming!' Fowler groaned as his sperm gushed and flooded the girl's mouth. Choking, spluttering, swallowing hard, Rebecca drank his sticky, salty fruits, drained his heavy balls before Hannah released her.

'When Evans finds out he'll kill you!' Fowler spat as his penis slipped from Rebecca's mouth.

'He'll kill
you
, you mean!' Hannah laughed, aware of a desperate desire burning between her pussy lips. 'Fucking his beautiful daughter's mouth! God, he'll have you slaughtered!'

Rebecca looked up at Hannah with fire in her eyes, sperm dribbling down her chin. 'I'll tell him that you did things to me,' she warned. 'Awful things to my body! My father won't like that at all!'

Turning her head back to Fowler, Rebecca opened her lips and engulfed the hard knob in her mouth again. Her eyes closed, she moaned deeply as she moved her head back and forth, rolling her tongue, sucking until Fowler's penis stood long and hard again. Hannah watched in disbelief as Evans's daughter moved her head back and licked and kissed the swollen knob.

'Nice?' Rebecca asked, looking up to Fowler.

'Very,' he panted, glancing at Hannah. 'Whichever one of us gets out of here first must tell your father that the infamous Hannah Kelley raped and used us, sexually tortured us. What will the nation think about that?'

'I'll appear on TV with my story of abuse,' Rebecca grinned, looking up at Hannah before taking the wet penis into her mouth again.

'Well, as you two seem to be getting on so well, I'll leave you to it. Enjoy yourselves!' Hannah quipped.

Wandering back to the forest, Hannah tried desperately to plan her next move. She couldn't understand why Evans seemed unconcerned about his daughter's safety. She'd thought Rebecca would have been the ultimate weapon. Perhaps he wasn't bothered about his wife or his daughter? The way she'd taken Fowler's penis in her mouth, Rebecca, it seemed, was no more than a common whore. Wishing she'd used the girl's body for her own pleasure, Hannah found a small clearing and settled on the soft grass.

Mulling over the facts, she spread her body out under the hot sun. As far as she knew, there were fifty centres dotted around the country, each one holding twenty to thirty women. Evans knew damn well what was going on in the centres, she was certain. The sexual abuse, the degradation, the humiliation - he
had
to know. She had to bring him down, bring him to justice. She had to free the women - all women.

Even if he were to agree to releasing all the women, he'd only recapture them after his daughter had been returned and told him her lies of sexual torture. Perhaps Fowler and the girl had something between them? she wondered. Knowing Fowler, he'd have seduced the girl long ago. If only Evans knew!

Hannah's thoughts swayed this way and that as she followed a cloud across the sky, her hand wandering between her legs.

Blowing up transmitting sites and the like only served to annoy Evans. She needed something else, something to make him sit up and think, to negotiate. Perhaps he's bluffing, she thought as she rose to her feet and stretched her arms. Perhaps he's waiting to see what I do with Rebecca. Perhaps he's letting me sweat it out.

'Hannah!' Emily called over the radio.

'Yes, what is it?'

'Someone's approaching the base - it's a woman!'

'Where is she, exactly?'

'Hannah, Diana here. I'm up the tree, she's about two hundred yards away.'

'Hold her! I'll be there as soon as I can!'

Sprinting through the forest, Hannah's mind reeled with thoughts of Swain. 'Evans fucking well knew where we were, after all!' she cursed. 'Shit, we've blown it!'

Pulling the radio from her pocket, she held it to her mouth. 'Emily! It will be Swain, and she won't be alone! Stun her and run for it! I'll meet you all at the basement! Blow up the hideout and run for it!'

Sitting on a log, Hannah caught her breath and desperately tried to think, to plan. 'I've still got Fowler and the girl,' she breathed. 'And Evans hasn't got me, not yet, anyway!' She imagined Emily and the others being surrounded, taken to a centre and punished - tortured. 'Shit! Just as things were going so well!'

'Hannah, it's Emily!' the radio blasted. 'It's all right, it's not Swain! It's your friend Julia Brown. And she's brought a stranger with her.'

'Thank God! All right, I'll be there as soon as I can. Who's the stranger?'

'Rose somebody or other. What worries me is that she helped Julia to escape using the cottage routine.'

'Shit! Has she got a handbag? Have you checked it?'

'Yes, she's got a bag - checking now.'

Running the last few hundred yards, Hannah approached the girls and collapsed to the ground, panting for breath. 'Julia! You've led them right to us!' she panted. 'It's an old trick! This fucking bitch has conned you!' Swain made her way through the undergrowth to the river bank, cursing as brambles caught her leg. 'Where the fucking hell are they going?' she moaned as she checked the signal from the homing device on her portable direction finder. Grabbing her radio, she called the centre.

'Smith! Are you there?'

'Yes, where are you?'

'Lost! I'm by a river. Check the map and tell me where I am.'

'Er... Going by where you were when you last called in, it's the River Medway.'

'The signal's coming from the east. I reckon they're following the river. Where does it go?'

'Er... Well. Hartfield is the first place you'll come to.'

'Right. I'll call in when I get there. Any news from Evans?'

'No. not a word.'

'Thank God for that! Listen, you do realize that they've probably done away with Ron, don't you?'

'It had crossed my mind, yes. But as far as I'm concerned, he deserves it.'

'Should he be alive... I want him out of the way so that I can run the centres. Anyway, I've got to find him first. I'll call in later.'

Making her way along the river bank, Swain cursed and swore to get even with Hannah Kelley. She thought of Rose, what the bitch would do with her if she realized that she was a spy, how she would prise information out of her. She knew that if Rose talked, told of Fowler's secrets, Hannah would run straight to Evans. The end of Fowler, and the centres, was looming on the horizon, she knew. Grabbing Rose by the arm, Hannah slapped her face. 'Where's Swain, how far behind you is she?'

'She's going in the opposite direction!' Rose cried. 'I put the homing device in a boat and set it adrift!'

'Do you take me for a complete fool?'

'She
was
messing about with a boat on the river,' Julia interrupted.

'And you expect me to believe her, do you?'

'She's not carrying a homing device, we've checked.'

'Have you checked properly?' Hannah asked, pushing Rose to the ground and ripping the flimsy dress from her body. 'Have you checked everywhere?'