by Ray Gordon
Closely following her guide, Emily stumbled, grabbing the bag and falling on top of it as she crashed to the ground. 'Damn! I've hurt my ankle!'
'Here, let me help you,' Rebecca offered, taking her hand. 'No, I can't move, I think it's broken.'
Rebecca examined the ankle while Emily groped in the bag for the device. Stealthily pulling out a tiny black box, she offered her companion a weak smile. 'I'll be all right. It's only a sprain, help me up.'
'Are you sure you're okay? Can you walk?'
'Yes, it's all right. Listen, I've just had an idea. We have radios hidden here and there in case of trouble. The nearest one is in Ashdown Forest. Which way is south?'
'That way,' the other girl replied, pointing back down the path as she picked up the bag. 'Come on, let's go. Will we be picked up from there, then?'
'Yes, I'll make contact with Hannah and she'll send someone out to get us.'
Fowler would wonder why they'd suddenly changed direction, away from Horsham. But if Emily were to throw the homing device into the bushes, he'd realize what had happened. She stopped and called to Rebecca, 'I need to go to the loo,' she lied, walking into the bushes. Placing the device on a rock, she picked up a stone and smashed it. Fowler would be cursing the malfunction, banging his fist on the equipment and swearing at Swain.
'My ankle aches a bit but it won't be a problem,' Emily conceded, emerging from the bushes to join Rebecca. 'Come on, let's go. We've still a fair distance to cover.' Hannah threw her arms around Emily as she climbed down the ladder to greet her. 'You got away!' she cried.
'Of course I did. Where is everyone?'
'They're all out.'
'Oh. This is Rebecca, by the way. She escaped with me. Rebecca, why don't you go through to the sleeping quarters, through that curtain, while I chat with Hannah? You'll find clothes and shoes in there.'
With Rebecca gone, Emily whispered her story and her plan in Hannah's ear. Hannah smiled and nodded. 'You do it, she's your prisoner,' she breathed. 'I'll get some rope and help you to tie her down.'
They found the young girl standing naked by a bed, clutching a pair of jeans. Each grabbing an arm, they forced her over the bed and spreadeagled her body. Fastening the ropes to her wrists and ankles as she struggled and screamed, they tied them to the four legs of the bed.
'It's no good screaming,' Emily said, admiring the girl's rounded bottom. 'There's no one for miles around.'
'Why are you doing this to me? We escaped together, we're on the same side, I don't understand!'
'You led us straight to the cottage. I find that odd. There were two summer dresses waiting for us there. I find that odd.'
'We came across the cottage by chance, you know that!'
'The cottage was bugged. Was that by chance?'
Rebecca stopped struggling against her bonds and looked up at Emily, a glint in her eye. Emily smiled, admiring the girl's fresh young body, naked, tethered, vulnerable. Uncharacteristic thoughts rose again. She had an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch the naked beauty spread before her.
Rebecca grinned, her lips twisted and her eyes narrowed. 'Fowler will be on his way to save me and capture you - there's a homing device in the bag!' she spat as Emily tightened the ropes and gazed at her firm buttocks. 'You've led him right to your HQ and Hannah Kelley, you stupid bitch!'
'I meant to tell you, Rebecca, or whatever your name is,' Emily began. 'The homing device is near the cottage, smashed to pieces. I took it from your bag when I pretended to hurt my ankle, so Fowler has no idea where you are. At this moment, going by what I said in the cottage, he's probably scouring the Horsham countryside for an old farm building!'
Rebecca lifted her head and gazed at her captor with fear in her tearful eyes as Hannah left them and drew the curtain across the doorway. Emily stroked her prisoner's young buttocks, eased them apart, ran a finger down the dark crease to the small hole nestling there. 'Who are you? What's your real name?' she asked, rudely pushing a finger into the tiny sphincter.
'Leave me alone! I'll tell you nothing!'
'Then I'll tell you!' Emily asserted, wondering at her rising arousal as she pushed her finger deeper into the soft warmth. 'You're working for Fowler, obviously.'
'You're wrong!'
'All right, Evans, then. It's the same thing. You're a traitor to your own sex, to your fellow women. You know what women are subjected to in those centres and you condone it! I don't like traitors, Rebecca. They make me sick! You're a traitor, a liar, a bitch! Wanted to be a man, did you?'
'What do you mean?' the girl whimpered as Emily pushed a second finger into her bottom-hole, painfully stretching the delicate tissue.
'Put it this way. You're backing men, helping men fight against women, women's rights, aren't you? So that means that you want to be a man. And in that case, I'll treat you as one.'
'How?'
'Men like licking women's pussies, so you can lick mine,' Emily decreed, amazed by her arousal, her words of lesbian sex. 'They like sucking women's nipples, so you can suck mine. But first, I'll play the male role and enjoy your body as a man would.'
'Filthy lesbian!'
'Yes, I do believe you're right, I do seem to have lesbian tendencies. Let's find out just how much of a lesbian I really am, shall we?'
Returning from the storeroom with a huge carrot, Emily grinned wickedly at her prisoner. Pressing the orange phallus between Rebecca's buttocks, she twisted and pushed, forcing it into her prisoner's wriggling body. The girl screamed and cursed as Emily pressed the hard thick shaft deeper and deeper until only the green shoots sprouted from the ravished hole.
Rebecca gasped and wiggled her hips as Emily groped beneath the bound girl's splayed crease and located the thick lips of her tight vagina. Pressing four fingers into the creamy warmth, Emily felt her own clitoris stir. Strange sensations rose from her womb, her stomach fluttering, her mind swimming in a sea of confusion as she explored another girl's vagina, massaging the soft hardness of her cervix. Rebecca sighed and moaned a little moan of pleasure as Emily discovered her swelling clitoris.
Fingering, massaging, caressing Rebecca's innermost flesh-depths, her own cunt lubricating with her new feelings of guilt and excitement, Emily watched as her prisoner came ever nearer to her orgasm. This wasn't torture, she knew. This wouldn't make her talk, but the mutual pleasure dissolved the hatred, dispersed all thoughts of Richard Evans, Fowler - the fight.
'Coming!' Rebecca confessed as she raised her hips to give Emily's vibrating fingers more freedom to bring her bud to orgasmic fruition. 'God, I'm coming! Don't stop!' Her muscles rigid, Rebecca wailed her gratitude as her climax temporarily lifted her consciousness from her trembling body. Gasping, she shook uncontrollably as Emily continued the torturous caressing, stretching and fingering her creamy hole to induce a torrent of female sex juice. 'I've come! Please stop! I've come!' begged the girl as Hannah ran into the underground chamber.
'What the hell are you doing?' Hannah screeched, gazing in disbelief at the lewd tableau. Emily turned her head, her face flushed with guilt.
'I was... I...'
'Don't tell me. I don't think I want to know! Christ, what's got into you, Emily? I'll talk to you later about this! Now, has she said anything yet, apart from "I've come, please stop"?'
'No, not yet,' Emily replied sheepishly, relinquishing her fingers from the girl's perspiring body and wiping them on the bedspread.
'Then instead of playing bloody games with her, get her to talk!'
Her breathing slow now, Rebecca opened her eyes and looked at Emily as Hannah left. A hint of a smile curled her full lips, her dark eyes sparkling with passion. Emily returned the affectionate smile, her own look of lesbian lust mirrored in the other girl's eyes, before turning away.
She knew what she had to do. As she left the room, Emily admitted to herself that Hannah was right, this was no time for playing games. But she didn't understand why she'd played games of sex with another girl, why she'd lost herself i
n another girl's orgasm. Now her own clitoris stirred, cried out for attention - from female fingers.
Returning with a leather belt, Emily caught Rebecca's pleading glance. 'You must talk,' she said softly. 'If you won't tell me, then Hannah will... She's serious, Rebecca. The EFW group has become her life, she wants to run her own government one day, lead the country, free women from the likes of Evans. She wants democracy, and she'll get it - at any price.'
'I can't say anything! I daren't!'
'Then I'll just have to do my job. Unfortunately, you leave me no choice.'
Raising the belt, Emily brought it down as hard as she could across Rebecca's taut buttocks where it cracked loudly, leaving a pink line across the pale flesh - and a longing in her own clitoris. Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut and let out a yelp as, again, Emily brought the belt down, leaving another pink stripe across the helpless girl's trembling buttocks - and another delightful tingle in her own clitoris.
'Tell me your real name! Tell me the location of the other centres!' Emily yelled in her strange sexual frenzy, bringing the belt down again. 'What's Fowler's address? Where does Swain live?'
'I don't know! Please, I don't know!'
Taking the belt from Emily's raised hand, Hannah - who had re-entered the room unnoticed - pushed her aside. Standing back, she whipped the girl until Rebecca's buttocks burned crimson - until Emily thought her clitoris would explode as she gazed at the wondrous spectacle. 'Will you talk now, or do you want more?' Hannah demanded, holding the belt over Rebecca's head in readiness for the next assault. Burying her face in the bedclothes the girl tensed her body in readiness. Delivering ten more lashes Hannah paused again. 'Well, what's it to be?' she asked, her long blonde hair masking her angry face.
'I think she likes it,' Emily breathed in disbelief. 'You're inflicting pleasure, not pain.'
'Then she'll fucking well have pain!' Hannah spat. 'Help me to turn her over and we'll give her the Fowler treatment!'
Struggle as she might, Rebecca couldn't stop the other two girls as they rolled her over and retied the ropes. Now her young body lay rudely open, her limbs spread to reveal the femininity between her slim thighs. Degraded, humiliated, she turned her head and closed her eyes as if to shut the scene out. But as much as Emily tried to deny her own arousal, to deny the cunt juice trickling from her twitching hole to wet her knickers, she couldn't turn her head away.
'Fetch me a pair of scissors,' Hannah ordered angrily.
'What for?' Emily asked fearfully, her eyes still transfixed between Rebecca's thighs.
'This girl condones Fowler's methods, the way he treats innocent young women. She knows that he sexually abuses them, sells them to perverts - destroys their very being. I'll treat her as he treats them. Now fetch me the scissors!'
Returning with the scissors, Emily gazed wide-eyed as Hannah extended the girl's nipple and placed it between the sharp blades.
'Talk, or lose your nipple!' she blasted.
'All right, I'll talk!'
Releasing the elongated bud, Hannah tossed her hair over her shoulder and waited.
'My name is... My name is Rebecca Evans.'
Hannah dropped the scissors as she repeated the girl's stunning revelation. 'Rebecca Evans!'
'Yes. Richard Evans is my father.'
'Christ!' Emily breathed. 'Her father? He isn't going to be too pleased about this, Hannah.'
'I realize that! But don't you see? We have the ultimate prisoner! Evans's daughter! Now we will win the fight!'
Ron Fowler paced the floor, glaring at Swain every time he passed her. 'We can't tell him!' he growled. 'It's stupidity! Letting her escape was...'
'Perhaps she'll return. We don't know that she's been captured, do we?'
'Why did you lose contact? And why did Richard do this behind my bloody back? I'd sent for Derek Hammond, he'd have followed her and... There's no bloody point in talking about it now, is there? Any word from Horsham yet?'
'No, they're still searching. She may have got lost.'
'Of course she didn't get lost, you stupid bitch!'
'It was Evans's idea, not mine!' Swain snapped. 'He called me and ordered me to set it up, to let the girl escape. He didn't want you to know because... I used the cottage to...'
'His idea to use Rebecca, was it? I thought you said that he told you to put a girl on the case? Not his own fucking daughter!'
'She just happened to be here. There was no one else.
Anyway, she volunteered. You know as well as I do that she's been trying to impress her father.'
'Yes, but you shouldn't have let her do it! This is bloody ridiculous. A bunch of bloody lesbians cause all this trouble and there's nothing we can do about it? It's fucking madness! You've got to tell Evans, you've no choice.' Richard Evans switched his videophone off and sat back in his chair. His hands over his face, he sighed. 'A national grid transformer. Well done, Kelley.' Walking to the window he ran his fingers through his hair as he looked out over the Thames. 'Whatever next?' he asked himself as the videophone bleeped.
'What can I do for you, Swain?'
'Mr Evans, I have something to tell you,' Swain said softly.
'Yes, I already know.'
'I'm sorry, it was my fault. I...'
'The grid transformer, your fault? What do you mean?'
'No, no. It's Rebecca. She volunteered. I should have stopped...'
'What are you talking about, woman?'
'Rebecca... She went off With Emily Johnson and...'
'You sent my daughter? Christ, woman! Are you mad? Where is she now?'
'That's just it, we don't know. We lost contact. The homing device...'
'Where the fuck's Fowler?'
'I'm right here,' Fowler interrupted.
'I want my daughter back within two hours! I don't care what you do or how you do it - just return her to me within two hours!'
'Yes, I'll...'
Evans switched the videophone off, leaving Fowler staring open-mouthed at the blank monitor, wondering what the hell to do. Glaring at Swain as he walked from the room, he made his way to the cell blocks and grabbed a bunch of keys from a desk.
Leaning against the iron bars of a cell, he rattled the keys. 'You know Hannah Kelley, don't you?' he asked the young naked black girl as she looked up from her bed and stared at him.
'No, I don't,' she replied softly.
'But I know that you do! And I'll bet that you know where she hides out. I'll bet that you know the names of her group members.'
'I don't know anything!'
'We haven't had the chance to become acquainted yet, have we? I've been meaning to have a little talk with you for some time, a little talk about what you know, who you know - a little talk about Hannah Kelley.'
Unlocking the door, Fowler grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her from the bed. Marching her along the corridor, he stopped and opened a large steel door. 'This way,' he growled, dragging her down the stone steps into a basement.
A large table stood in the centre of the brightly lit room, beneath two chains hanging ominously from the ceiling. Lifting the girl off the floor, Fowler laid her on the table, fixing the chains to her ankles before standing back and grinning.
'Where is Kelley's hideout?' he demanded, pressing a button on a control box. The girl tried to sit up as the chains lifted her feet from the table. 'Where is she?' Higher her feet rose, straightening her legs until her buttocks just cleared the table. Pressing another button, Fowler watched as the chains moved apart, opening the girl's legs, lifting her buttocks higher. A little more and her body slid along the polished wood until she hung helplessly, her open womanhood exposed humiliatingly over the edge of the table.
'Now!' Fowler growled as he pulled up a chair and sat down, his face only inches from the parted lips of the young girl's vagina. 'Either you tell me all you know, or I'll just have to... What's it to be?'
'I don't know anything about Hannah Kelley!'
'Have it your way.'
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p; 'I've heard of her, yes, but I don't know anything about her!'
'Do you know what this is?' Fowler asked, pulling a small bottle from a drawer under the table. 'It's neat testosterone. Do you know what would happen if you were to drink this? No, I don't suppose you do, so I'll tell you. Your lovely, firm young tits would shrink! You'd grow a beard, your voice would break and there's more! If you were to drink this - your clitoris would enlarge. It would grow and protrude like a penis. How do you like the idea of becoming a man?'
The girl lifted her head and stared into Fowler's narrow eyes. His thin lips curled into a wicked sneer as he leaned forward and licked the soft pink flesh between her thick dark pussy lips. 'You think about it while I go and prepare my equipment,' he said menacingly, standing up and pulling her lips open until she whimpered. 'You think about it, my girl!' Hannah Kelley sat by the radio tapping her fingers on the microphone. Suddenly she threw a switch and placed the microphone to her mouth. 'Evans, Fowler, anyone! I know you're listening, I know you monitor this channel, you bastards! This is Hannah Kelley - over.'
'Ah, Miss Kelley. How are you?' a female voice asked.
'Who is this?'
'Lesley Swain. I've just heard that Mr Fowler is entertaining himself with a young black girl. I believe you know her. Her name's Julia Brown. In fact, he's about to force a test tube full of testosterone down her throat, amongst other things!'
Hannah lowered the microphone as she thought of Julia, a close friend and colleague from the television studios. She hadn't realized that she'd been caught. The last time she'd been in contact with her Julia had been working with a resistance group in Bristol. But, Hannah thought happily, she held all the aces - in the form of Rebecca Evans.
'Yes, and we are about to have some fun with the young Rebecca Evans! Tell her father that she's about to lose her nipples, will you? I'll send them to him. And tell him that unless all the women in the Correction Centres are freed within twenty-four hours, her clitoris will be sent to him in a little box!'
Chapter Three
