by Ray Gordon
'Open wide!' he ordered, pressing the purple knob to her pursed lips. She had no choice, she knew, as she parted her lips and allowed the salty knob to enter her mouth and press against her tongue. The man gasped as he pushed further into her wet orifice. 'Suck it!' he ordered. 'Use your tongue!'
Emily pulled on her bonds as the other man forced his huge penis into her open groove and pushed it deep inside her sodden vaginal sheath. Thrusting with a vengeance, he pummelled her cervix as his friend forced his swollen member further into her engorged mouth. In her strange lust, she delighted at the debauched thought of both ends of her young body being used simultaneously, taken by two hard penises. In her decadence she imagined three penises entering her, filling her with sperm.
Aroused by her fantasy, her clitoris stiffened, her girl-juice flowed. But before she had reached her climax, her vagina swelled as the thick cock pumped out its seed, filling her until the creamy liquid overflowed and ran down the dark crease of her buttocks, spilling over her thighs. Even before the man had finished thrusting and pumping her vagina, his friend gasped as his knob suddenly swelled and twitched in her mouth. This was it, she discerned through her sexual haze - her first ever taste of sperm, the first ever male orgasm to fill her pretty mouth.
Gushing, flooding her tongue, the sperm filled her cheeks until she was forced to swallow hard. She thought that the torrent of male sex fluid would never stop as the man gasped and moved his hand up and down his shaft, milking the fruits from his heavy balls. Her clitoris throbbed and demanded attention as she savoured the bittersweet cream, rolling her tongue around the jetting slit. Desperately, she needed fingers between her inflamed vaginal lips, caressing her bud to fruition. But her needs were neglected - she was a plaything, a sex-toy, used to bring pleasure to the men, and nothing more.
As the two organs left her body, Emily opened her eyes to see the men adjusting their clothing. She'd been crudely taken: there was no need for words, thanks, appreciation. She'd played the whore. And that's what she was, she decided as her clitoris tingled enticingly.
Before the salty taste of sperm had left her mouth, another young man entered the room and stood between her legs. Lifting her head, she watched as he took his penis in his hand and stepped nearer to her sopping slit. Resting her head on the table and closing her eyes, she grimaced as her sheath was filled yet again with a hard male organ.
He came quickly, before she'd had her pleasure, her climax, pervading her with his sperm. Grunting, he thrust his last thrust into her squelching cavern and withdrew, leaving her inflamed and bloated vagina oozing, aching - her clitoris throbbing.
When he'd left the room she heard voices, Fowler's voice, men's voices discussing money. She was being sold for sex - the idea somehow excited her. To have her naked body tied down, her gaping outer lips opened by strangers, her young pussy used by men solely for their pleasure, aroused her as never before. But how many more men were there? she wondered fearfully. How many more could she take? 'So, how does that feel, Rebecca?' Hannah asked, eyeing the girl's thick outer quim lips stretched tightly around the huge plastic bottle. 'We're not as well equipped for this sort of thing as Fowler is, but I think the bottle is good enough. And you, Rose, how are you getting on with your pussy? Nice having it stretched open by that lump of wood, is it? Look at you both, tied naked to the bed, heads either end, legs apart, feet on floor, fannies facing! Poor little girls, you don't like the Fowler treatment, do you?'
'When my father hears of this...'
'Shut up, Rebecca, or I'll find something even bigger to shove up your pretty little fanny! Anyway, I'm meeting your father for a chat this morning so I'll be able to tell him what fun you're having! Now, who wants me to sit on their face? I need to come again so... Yes, you Rebecca, it's your turn again!'
'This isn't a fight for women's rights! It's a bloody fight for lesbians' rights, isn't it?' Rebecca raged as Hannah lowered her open slit over her mouth to shut her up.
Sliding her slippery crack over the girl's closed lips, Hannah moaned her pleasure as her clitoris pressed against Rebecca's nose and hardened delightfully. 'Ah, that's good!' she gasped as her climax approached. 'Open your mouth for me and lick me and I won't leave that huge bottle in your poor pussy when I go out!'
Opening her mouth obediently, Rebecca pushed out her tongue to taste the slippery female juice pouring from Hannah's spasming sheath. 'That's it, lick it!' Hannah ordered as her orgasm ignited and then exploded in the girl's hot mouth. 'That's it, lick it, suck it!' she cried as her body became rigid, locked in the grips of her lesbian-induced climax. 'God, yes! Coming in your pretty mouth, ah, ah, yes! I want your cunt, I want it in my mouth! Ah, yes, fuck me with your tongue!'
Trembling in the wake of her sexual release, Hannah climbed from the girl's wet face and stood by the bed, her thick pussy lips red and swollen with sex, her aroused nipples protruding from her firm breasts, her mind reeling with lesbian lust. 'I think it's time we removed all that ugly black hair from your pussy, don't you?' she murmured, brushing Rebecca's dark bush with her fingers. 'I'll get the razor.'
'No! I don't want that! You can't...'
'But I can! Look how sweet Rose's little pussy looks now that it's hairless! I don't like pubic hair, it gets in my mouth when I lick you, so I'm going to shave it all off! I think I'll shave mine later, too - after I've seen your father, that is. Perhaps I'll take your pubic hair to him - he'd like that!'
Returning with an electric razor, Hannah switched it on and grinned as she slipped the plastic bottle from Rebecca's gaping hole. 'Now then,' she said, running the razor over the girl's thick bush. 'Let's get rid of all this camouflage so that we can see your pretty cunt lips properly!'
'Ah, it hurts!' Rebecca cried as Hannah moved the razor in circles. 'Do it with scissors first if you have to do it at all!'
'No, I haven't got time. Just shut up and hold tight - here we go again!'
Within minutes, Hannah found herself contemplating the most magnificent pair of puffy vaginal lips she'd ever seen. Full, pouting, perfectly formed, they were sensuously parted by the girl's pink inner lips, protruding appetizingly from the long dividing groove. 'You look wonderful!' Hannah breathed as she leaned over and licked the length of the girl's slit. 'But I've got to go now. I'll look forward to licking your little ditty to a lovely climax later.'
Pushing the bottle back into the girl's creamy hole, she laughed as Rebecca complained that she wasn't keeping her side of the bargain. 'Just shut up and think yourself lucky that I didn't use this!' Hannah spat, wielding a large aerosol can in the girl's face. 'See you both later. I'll give your regards to your father - and inform him that you're a lesbian!'
Making her way through the forest, Hannah thought of Maria. She hadn't seen her for some time and wondered if she'd left the group for good. She'd talked about it once or twice, but Hannah hadn't taken any notice. Several of the girls seemed to take little interest in the group any more. Their numbers had dwindled from twenty to only a handful and Hannah decided that it was time for a reshuffle. The only loyal members left were Jo, Emily, Diana and Mary - but who was the mole? Julia was safe enough, she reflected. Not a true member of the group, and having only recently arrived - she was safe enough.
Reaching East Grinstead early, Hannah took to a tree-top and waited for Evans to arrive. Because she didn't know who she could trust, she'd gone alone. Apart from Julia, no one knew where the meeting was to take place, so the mole, if there was one, couldn't tip Fowler off. She was sure that Evans wouldn't double-cross her. But should Fowler know of the meeting, he would. 'You two look ridiculous like that!' Jo laughed as she pulled the curtain aside and wandered into the chamber. 'What the hell has she done to you? God, she's a perverted little bitch! And a bloody lesbian!'
'Shut up and get us out of here!' Rebecca demanded.
'I can't do that! If Hannah knew that it was me who's been tipping Fowler off...'
'She won't know! She'll just think that we managed to do a Ho
udini.'
'What? With all those ropes tying you down? You'd never get out of that!'
'You released Fowler and me from that basement, so...'
'That was different.'
'Then what do you suggest?'
'You'll have to stay here, won't you?' Jo laughed.
'Why you bother to give Fowler bits and pieces of information, I don't know. Why not just tell him everything?'
'I have my reasons. Anyway, where's Hannah?'
'Gone to meet my father.'
'Where?'
'I don't know!'
'I wonder if Fowler knows? Christ, he'd have paid me well for info like that! I must contact him. See you both later. Enjoy yourselves!' Evans negotiated the track, apparently alone, looking around for signs of Hannah's girls until he reached the farm gate. Hannah waited for fifteen minutes, scanning the fields, the horizon, for Evans's men, but she saw no one. Her gun in her hand, she quietly climbed down from the tree and walked across to the dictator.
'Mr Evans,' she acknowledged him, keeping her distance. 'Does Fowler know you're here?'
'Ms Kelley, thank you for coming. No one knows.'
'So, what' all this about?'
'My daughter, mainly. I want her back, so what do you want in exchange?'
'I want my friend Emily - Fowler's got her. But I think your daughter is worth more than that, don't you?'
'What else do you want?'
'Fowler and the correction centres done away with, the women freed and...'
'I can't...'
'Then I have nothing more to say.'
'Look, this friend of yours, I'll see that she's released anyway. I can't say that I condone Fowler's methods, but I can't have bunches of women all over the country blowing things up and disrupting people's lives.'
'And I can't have women being sexually tortured by Fowler!'
'He doesn't sexually torture them!'
'Don't tell me that you don't know what he gets up to!'
'Look, I've said that I'll release your friend. Will you at least give me my wife back?'
'Your wife? What are you talking about?'
'It was just a wild guess. She's been missing for weeks. I thought that you may know something about it.'
'Of course I don't!'
'You're far more attractive than I remember you on TV.'
'Am I? Thank you. Anyway, I must be going.'
'Can we meet again?'
'What for?'
'A meal.'
'A meal? You must be joking!'
'No. I've never been more serious.'
'I'll be in touch. Bye for now.'
'But my daughter!'
'She's all right. Actually, I think she's quite enjoying her stay with us. I'll be in touch.'
Leaving Evans standing in the middle of the track, Hannah disappeared into the bushes. She'd taken quite a risk, she knew, but she was only just beginning to realize how much of a risk. Evans could have so easily captured her, so why hadn't he? Putting herself in his place, she wondered what she'd have done. The frightening answer suddenly hit her. 'Have me followed!' she breathed as she walked across an open field.
Her mind reeling, she deliberately wandered off in the wrong direction, sure that Evans's men were trailing her. Why had he been so pleasant? she wondered as she reached the wood and slipped into the undergrowth for cover. Why invite her out for a meal? A trick - it had to be a trick.
Making herself comfortable, she decided to stay in hiding for a few hours, utilizing the time to make her plans for Rebecca and Rose. But images of Emily, naked and chained, materialized. She had to do something to save her from Fowler, but what? Would she talk? Would she tell Fowler about their base in Ashdown Forest? Her sodden sheath inflamed and sore, Emily knew that she couldn't take much more as another man entered the room, grinning. She gasped, her stomach rising as his hard penis slipped into the creamy hotness of her vagina and pressed against her cervix. As he pulled his shaft from her body, she lifted her head to look into his dark eyes. Was there some compassion there? Some mercy? She saw none.
Moving his penis between her legs again, he stabbed the knob between her wet folds before moving it down to her bottom-hole. She shuddered as the bulbous head pressed hard against the delicate tissue and suddenly slipped into her velveteen tube. Squeezing her muscles, she couldn't halt the thick shaft as it drove deeper into her body, opening her bowels, bringing her wild and wonderful sensations.
Stretching her thick pussy lips open, he thrust four fingers into the sticky wetness and began to move his rock-hard penis in and out of her bottom, filling her, emptying her with every swing of his hips. She could feel it coming, feel the swelling penis opening her, ready to spurt its load deep inside her aching body.
Again she became lost in her fantasy, imagining two hard rods between her splayed legs, and one in her mouth. All thrusting, swelling and pumping her full of their male juices as she writhed in her own wondrous orgasm, shuddered in her coming.
Suddenly, the young man groaned his pleasure and gripped her hips as he grimaced and shot his sperm deep into her bottom. She could feel it bathing her, lubricating, soothing her inflamed anal tube. Now she gasped her fantasy for all to hear. 'Come in me! Fuck my mouth, my cunt, my bottom! All fuck me at once!'
The young man stilled himself, savouring the tight warmth engulfing his penis as he stroked her clitoris and brought her the relief she deserved. Faster now, he massaged her bud until it bloomed and her muscles constricted his shaft. 'God, I'm coming!' she cried out as he slowly slid his penis back and forth to heighten her debased pleasure. Tossing her head, straining against her bonds, she screamed out as her clitoris took her away from her body, drowned her in her own wanton lust.
At last his rod slipped from her body, his delving fingers left her clitoris. Panting and trembling, she looked up to the ceiling, wondering who was next, who would fill which hole next. She desperately wanted more, but knew that she couldn't take more. She wanted Hannah, a man, any man - Hannah and a man together. She didn't know what she wanted.
Should she ever be free, she thought, how could she ever allow Hannah to lick between her girl-lips again? After a dozen or so men had opened her delicate folds and filled her vagina to the brim with sperm, how could she ever take Hannah's tongue there again?
Chapter Six
Leaving Swain in charge, Fowler slipped through the rear entrance of the building and made his way through the woods to the cottage, an evil grin on his face. In the back garden, he unlocked the door to a small outhouse and cautiously looked around before entering.
'I've been thinking,' he addressed the naked, middle-aged woman sitting in an armchair watching television. 'Things have been hotting up recently, and I don't quite know what to do. I've got too many worries, but you're my biggest problem. I can't keep you here indefinitely, and I can't let you go, so...'
'When my husband finds out about...'
'But he won't, Mrs Evans. He thinks that you ran off and left him after your little argument. He'll never know that I've been keeping you here all this time.'
Moving towards the woman, Fowler surveyed her ample breasts and grinned. 'I haven't had the pleasure yet, have I?' he leered, pinching a nipple.
'Touch me and I'll...'
'You'll what, Mrs Evans? Tied to the armchair, there's nothing you can do to stop me. Your pussy is ready and waiting between your thighs - all I have to do is slip my cock inside you and fuck you!'
'You're sick!'
'I would have had some fun with you long ago, but because you're Richard's wife, I have foregone my pleasure. I'd always hoped that there'd be a way to return you to him but... But now, well, as I said, things have been hotting up. I may as well fuck you before I... before I dispose of you.'
'Swain wouldn't allow you to...'
'She's got to go, too, I'm afraid. She's the only one who knows that you're here, you see. It's a shame that you tried so hard to influence Richard. All your ideas about closing the centres, f
reeing the rebels, allowing certain women to work... I didn't want to remove you, but he was beginning to listen to you instead of to me. Anyway, the money I've made from my various exploits has built up nicely. I've got just about enough to live on for the rest of my days now, so all this will be over soon. South America, that's what my heart's set on! All those lovely dark girls, and all my money - a life of pleasure, sun, and sex!'
'And Richard?'
'He can run the bloody country, if that's what he wants. He could have made a fortune, but he's happy chasing his dream. By the way, he was telling me the other day that he's had several of the girls in the centre. He likes them young, as I do. They're tight, you see. Older women are slack, as you well know!'
'Get out of here! If you touch me, you'll end up dead, I can assure you of that!'
'I'll take your body as and when I want to, but not now. I've something to do - namely, a young girl's cunny hole. I'll leave you to think about it, about me taking your bottom-hole, pumping your bottom full of my sperm. You won't be slack there, will you? Oh, I almost forgot why I came to see you. Hannah Kelley has caught your daughter, the pretty little Rebecca. Goodbye for now, Mrs Evans.' Dozing, Hannah jumped as her mobile phone rang. 'Hello,' she whispered, peering through the undergrowth for signs of Evans's men.
'Hannah, it's me; Roxanne. The buildings around the electricity sub-station have been teeming with Evans's men all day, so you definitely have a mole in your group.'
'Only Jo and Diana knew about the mission, so I'm whittling it down. Thanks, Rox, you've done a good Job.'
'I worry about you, Hannah. I wish I could join your group.'
'Yes, I know. Maybe you can join us one day. Take care. I'll try and get to see you some time - bye.'
Wandering through the forest, Hannah couldn't believe that Jo or Diana would grass on the group's plans. There'd always been some jealousy between Diana and Emily, and Diana hadn't always accepted taking orders from Jo, but to give Fowler details of the sabotage missions? No, she couldn't believe it. But the men had been there, lying in wait at the airport - someone had told Fowler.
