by Ray Gordon
Hannah turned and focused her tearful eyes on Julia. 'That's it, then,' she sighed. 'We're finished. How the hell did Fowler escape?'
'God knows, but we're not finished, you're forgetting something. Emily used the words we're sunk, didn't she? Have you forgotten what that means?'
'You're right! It means that she's lying, trying to say something, give us a clue. She mentioned Rebecca before Fowler grabbed her radio. I'll bet she's still in the basement!'
'I can't believe that Fowler would escape and leave her behind! But we can't be sure, can we? I'll go and check it out. See you later.'
Alone, Hannah cried for Emily, her friend, her lover, cursing herself for playing stupid games of tit-for-tat. She blamed herself for everything. Guilt rose again and swamped her mind. She should never have sexually abused Rose - or Fowler. Her confusion rising, she pictured Rose's thick vaginal lips and sighed.
'You there, Kelley?' Fowler blasted over the radio.
'Yes, I'm here.'
'I just thought I'd let you know that your friend is naked, chained to a table, and looking forward to me having some fun with her. I've a very thick, very long piece of polished wood in my hand, and I'm just wondering if it's possible to slip its entire length into her sweet little bottom-hole. I'll give you a call later to let you know how I'm doing, shall I?'
Chapter Five
'We've one thing to be thankful for,' Julia submitted on her return in the early hours of the morning. Sitting at the table with her head in her hands, Hannah looked up to focus her sleepy eyes on her friend.
'I must have dropped off,' she yawned. 'Anyway, what have we to be thankful for?' she asked despondently.
'Come and see.'
Following Julia up the ladder into the early morning mist, Hannah smiled at the sight of Rebecca tied to a tree. 'Ah, Rebecca!' she exclaimed gleefully. 'It's good to see you again. I suppose Julia's told you that Fowler has Emily? So what I intend to do is take this ridiculous tit-for-tat game a step further. I'm going to do to you exactly what Fowler does to Emily. I know his methods, and I have no qualms about treating you as he treats his prisoners. Let's get her on the bed with Rose, Julia. I can't wait to get started!'
'Don't you think that lowering yourself to Fowler's level is wrong, Hannah?' Julia asked as she guided Rebecca down the ladder.
'If you can't beat them, then join them!'
'Yes, but we're losing sight of our goal. Taking prisoners isn't what we should be doing. And we certainly shouldn't be sexually abusing them! We should be out on sabotage missions.'
'For your information, an electricity sub-station at Gatwick airport is being destroyed today so there'll be no planes coming or going for some time. That should upset Evans! Anyway, if you don't like the way things are going, then don't have anything to do with it. Whatever you may think, I intend to treat this little whore the way Fowler treats innocent women!'
'Well, I'm not staying around to watch. It's debased!'
'Okay, help me tie her to the bed, and you can go.'
'You worry me, Hannah. There's something wrong with you! You enjoy all this, don't you? Doing things to women turns you on, doesn't it?'
'Shut up, Julia! You're talking rubbish! Now get her tied down and then bugger off somewhere for a while!' Emily looked up at the young man as he walked towards her, grinning. 'So you're Emily, are you? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be mixed up in all this, you know. I'm Derek, by the way. Ron's asked me to help him prise some information out of you, so let's get you in a suitable position, shall we?'
'I'm saying nothing!'
'We'll see about that, my girl! Actually, it's Ron who wants information, not me. I'm only interested in your beautiful body, your lovely firm breasts, your nipples, and especially your beautiful tight cunt!'
'You're vile! Perverted!'
'Call me what you like, I'm going to enjoy your body! Why don't you just relax and enjoy it too? Think yourself lucky that you have me to pleasure you, to fill your wet cunt with my hard knob and pleasure you.'
Fowler entered the room to find Emily standing naked in the middle of the floor, her feet tied wide apart, her arms elevated above her head by chains hanging from the ceiling. 'Ah, that's good, Derek!' he said approvingly as he lifted Emily's head and kissed her full mouth. 'Let's get started, shall we? You're going to enjoy this, my dear!'
Taking a jar from a drawer, he unscrewed the top and scooped out a handful of jelly. 'A little lubricant!' he laughed, smearing the cold jelly between Emily's splayed buttocks. Closing her eyes, she knew exactly what was going to happen as she felt the young man part her buttocks and stab at her tiny anal entrance with his hard knob.
As her muscles were forced open and the head of his penis slipped into the unfamiliar tube, old memories surfaced, memories of her time at boarding school, of her early carefree days of sexual experimentation with her friend, Jilly. Climbing into one or other bed at night, each would explore the other's fresh young body, her crevices, the small mounds of her chest, together slipping their fingers into their secret holes to massage the soft wetness there. Fingering each other's little bottom-holes had brought wonderful feelings, wild sensations of ecstasy. But they had not been lesbians - simply schoolgirls learning about sex. In their rising frenzies, they would explore every inch of flesh: touch, feel, caress until the uncontrollable desire for orgasm took over and they rubbed each other frantically until they had attained their goals - their illicit heavens.
As the young man's thick length slipped into her bowels, filling, stretching her until she gasped, Emily remembered lying in her bed with one hand under her leg fingering her bottom, the other inducing ripples of pleasure from her hard clitoris. Each morning she'd masturbate until her mother called out that it was late. Red-faced, flushed with guilt, she would emerge from her bedroom to smile her good morning, ready to face the day after her wondrous orgasms.
The hard penis deep within her bowels began to move in and out, bringing her wonderful sensations, stiffening her clitoris, wetting her vagina. As Fowler stood before her, his erect penis in his hand, she closed her eyes, wondering at the feeling of two cocks deep within her holes, at the new sensations she was about to experience.
Suddenly, Fowler's weapon was plunged deep into her tight vagina. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, determined to take whatever torture she was put through, whatever wonderful sensations emanated from between her open legs.
Her body swaying back and forth as the two hard cocks rammed between her thighs, Emily tried desperately to deny the fact that she was deriving immense pleasure from the debased union. Her body would split open, she thought as they rammed her harder, bloating her pelvis with their massive organs, stretching her buttocks and swollen pussy lips apart with their fingers to penetrate her body deeper than she'd have believed possible.
Fowler suddenly grunted as his rod stiffened and twitched inside her. The young man, too, gasped as his penis swelled to an incredible size and spurted out its sperm, filling her, lubricating her bottom-hole as he thrust still harder into the depths of her tight bowels. Now Fowler filled her too, pumping out his offering as he grimaced and panted and pulled her swollen lips up and open as wide as he could to penetrate even deeper into her used body.
Shuddering, gasping, Emily reached her summit, too. Her clitoris exploding in sympathy with the erupting purple knobs buried within the hotness of her body, she gasped her debauched pleasure. 'Fill my cunt! Fuck my holes!' All thoughts of Hannah faded into oblivion as her muscles gripped the invading rods, sucking every last ripple of pleasure from them before she finally fell limp and hung pitifully from her chains.
The knobs withdrawing, she sensed her portals closing, sperm mingling with her own plentiful juices to course down her legs. Her eyes still closed, she listened to the movements going on around her. There would be more, she knew. But pleasurable as it had been, she didn't know how much more she could take.
Without warning, a cold object slipped between her
buttocks and located her bottom-hole. Twisting, pushing, it slipped into the sullied, sperm-filled tube and found its way deep inside. Too thick and hard to be a penis, she couldn't imagine what was invading the privacy of her body. Though the sensations were painfully wonderful, she cried out in her terror.
'No, no more!' she begged as the huge phallus sank further and further into her bowels, delightfully bloating her once private passage. Now a second, larger phallus pushed past her inflamed lips and filled her tight sheath. Opening her eyes, she gazed down to see the end of a thick piece of wood protruding between her stretched-lips.
'That's nothing!' Flower laughed. 'I'm going to increase the size every day until you're so big that I'll be able to get both my fists inside you! I'll leave those there for a couple of hours and then come back. My turn for her pretty little bottom-hole next time, Derek, okay?'
'Yes, and my turn for her little or, should I say, most accommodating, cunt!' Sitting in his office chatting to Derek, Fowler jumped up when Swain arrived, her face afire with anger. 'Where the hell have you been?' she demanded, thumping her fist on his desk. 'And where's Rebecca?'
'I was caught by Kelley, you know that! We were both caught. Anyway, Rebecca's free. She'll probably be here soon.'
'I've just heard that Kelley still has her, you fool!'
'She can't have! We both escaped, our friendly mole released us. I was going to get her some clothes when I came across that Emily Johnson, so I thought it better to grab her and leave Rebecca to make her own way back.'
'Oh, right! So you didn't stop to think that the most important thing is Evans's daughter, then? You idiot! They've also got Rose, did you know that?'
'If you've quite finished, I want a word with you about that Julia Brown! She told me that you're after my job. And Evans questioned me about me deliberately sending his daughter off. You'd better explain yourself!'
'I didn't say that, he got the wrong end of the stick. And I wouldn't believe a word that Julia says. Anyway, where's Emily Johnson? I've some unfinished business with her!'
'Across the corridor, waiting for Derek and me to enjoy her young body again.'
Flinging the door open, Swain grinned at Emily. 'So, we meet again! This time, young lady, things are going to be very different! You're going to regret the day you were born!'
'Go to hell, Swain!' Emily spat as the woman sucked hard on her nipple. 'You can do what you like with me, I'll never talk!'
'Who asked you to talk? I don't want information, I want your body! And I'm going to start by borrowing some of Mr Fowler's weird and wonderful devices. I'll be back shortly.' 'Kelley, are you there?' a male voice bellowed over the radio. Hannah picked up the microphone, frowning as she answered.
'Yes, I'm here, who is this?'
'Richard Evans. I want us to talk.'
'Oh, you do, do you? And what do you want to talk about, the horrendous things Fowler and Swain get up to in your so-called correction centres?'
'No, I want to talk about Rebecca. And I want to discuss amnesty.'
'Amnesty? You're mad! If you think I'm going to give up you can forget it!'
'Can we meet?'
'Meet? You do think I'm mad, don't you?'
'To be honest, I quite admire you. Actually, I do want to talk about the correction centres. I don't like the way things are going any more than you do. Listen, your terms, you choose the time and place, and I'll come alone - I promise.'
'All right. But I'll have my armed girls with me, and if there's trouble, they won't hesitate to shoot.'
'All right, when and where?'
'East Grinstead. There's a track next to the George pub leading to Murtle Grove farm. I'll be there in exactly four hours. Just follow the track to the end and wait.'
'I'll be there - alone.' Hannah listened to another battery of complaints when Julia eventually returned to the camp. Finding the girl's rantings and ravings that things were getting out of hand annoying, she ordered her to get lost. Sadly, she mused, as the girl climbed the ladder, Julia was far from a lesbian. But worse, she was becoming a risk. If she really didn't like the way things were going at the camp, she might well try and do something about it. And the last thing they needed was mutiny!
Her thoughts turned to the mole, the girl, whoever she was, who was feeding Fowler information. It wasn't Julia - she was new on the scene. So who was it? How had Fowler captured Emily? Had someone tipped him off? But more to the point, how the hell had Fowler escaped? And why hadn't he taken Rebecca with him? Confused in her thoughts of espionage, spies, moles - her sexuality - Hannah pulled the curtain aside to grin at Rose. She had retaliation on her mind - retaliation for Emily. Emily winced when Swain returned with two thick leather straps and released her feet. Clamping the straps around her legs just above her knees, Swain laughed when Emily asked their purpose. Pulling two chains down from the ceiling, she connected them to metal rings on the straps before moving to a control box on the wall.
The chains rose, lifting Emily's legs, bending her knees until she was hanging in a sitting position. Then, swinging apart, they opened her legs, forcing her thick cunt lips to swell and bulge out beneath her splayed buttocks. Hanging with the sexual centre of her body wide open, Emily gasped as the thick phallus suddenly shot from her bloated sheath to land on the floor.
'There, now you're wide open and ready for anything!' Swain laughed as she pulled up a chair and positioned herself under Emily's open slit. Examining the stretched brown tissue surrounding the huge piece of wood protruding between her buttocks, the dyke pushed the anal phallus further into Emily's bowels. Parting her pink fleshy lips, she licked and sucked the creamy fluid as it oozed from the crudely bared vaginal opening. 'You taste lovely,' she murmured as she pushed her tongue into the hot hole and lapped at the wet flesh. 'Would you like to come?'
Hanging from her chains, Emily's discomfort faded as Swain moved her tongue up to her clitoris. She did want to come - desperately - but the degradation worried her. Her body, her innermost sanctum so crudely displayed, a debased woman tonguing her clitoris, a hard thick phallus buried deep within her bowels, brought her a wonderful sense of obscenity. She wanted more degradation, more humiliation, more lewdness - she wanted orgasm.
Sliding the wooden phallus in and out of Emily's hot bowels, Swain licked at the girl's clitoris, swelling it until it began to throb against the lesbian's tongue with the beginnings of its climax. Emily breathed her satisfaction as her tiny bud erupted, sending its quivering, pulsating pleasure through her body. Her muscles gripping the phallus, her juices flowing over her glistening flesh, she tossed her head back and hung limp from her bonds as her climax gently receded, leaving her used body gaping, dripping with the spoils of lesbian lust.
'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' Swain panted as she lapped up the last of Emily's juices. 'I know I did!'
'Having fun?' asked Fowler, entering the room.
'I've only just started,' Swain replied eagerly. 'Are you going to join me?'
'Yes, I may as well take my pleasure with the young lady again,' he conceded, slipping the wooden phallus from Emily's bottom. 'How would you like me to slip this into your sweet bottom-hole?' he asked, wielding his hard penis. Emily didn't answer. There was no answer - she had no choice other than to accept Fowler's weapon.
Positioning himself behind Emily, he stabbed his hard knob between her buttocks and quickly rammed his thick length home. Taking her buttocks in his hands, he bounced her up and down, impaling her on his shaft as Swain began fingering her wet sheath and licking her clitoris again.
Her body aching for sex, Emily felt the beginnings of another orgasm deep within her swirling womb as Derek entered the room and looked in wonderment at the incredible scenario. Moving Swain aside, he slipped his penis between Emily's vaginal lips and began to ram her cervix as hard as he could. Swinging on her chains, her body flung back and forth like a rag doll, she took the full length of first one and then the other solid penis as Swain sucked hard on her nipp
les and massaged her clitoris to another mind-blowing climax.
Emily couldn't take much more, she knew, as her aching clitoris pulsed time after time. Will they use me again? she wondered fearfully. Will they use me every hour, every day, until my gaping body splits in two? As her climax receded, her clitoris exploded in orgasm yet again, sending its shock waves resounding through every nerve ending, to the swirling depths of her mind, rendering her semi-conscious with the vile pleasure between her open legs.
At last, the hard knobs swelled and emptied their fruits into Emily's body where they lubricated her soft cylinders in readiness for the next beautiful hammering. As the intruding shafts slipped from her inflamed holes, she opened her eyes and looked at Swain. Perceiving the evil mirrored in the dyke's narrow eyes, she became fearful of the gross woman's intentions.
Releasing Emily's perspiring body, Fowler carried her to the table and sat her on the edge before laying her down and tying her wrists to two metal rings at each corner. Her feet just off the floor, her thighs wide apart, he tied her ankles to the table legs and stood up.
'There, now your wet cunny is hanging over the edge of the table all ready for your next session,' he chuckled, thrusting four fingers into the slippery warmth of her gaping hole. 'Are they ready, Derek?'
'Ready when we are.'
'Right, let's get started.'
The protagonists left the room, leaving Emily wondering at her next feat, her next vaginal battering - her next wonderful climax. Soon, Fowler returned, followed by two young men. Scrutinizing her young body, they both grinned and nodded at him. 'I'll leave you to it,' he said, closing the heavy steel door behind him.
As one man parted Emily's wet pussy lips and peered into her vagina, the other turned her head and brushed her long dark hair from her face, smiling gleefully. 'I'll take her mouth,' he drooled, unzipping his trousers and exhibiting his hard thick penis to Emily's wide eyes.
