by Ray Gordon
Nearing the base, Hannah became suspicious and made her way gingerly towards the hideout. Anyone approaching the base was always spotted, but no one was in the lookout tree and there were no signs of life. She began to imagine Fowler waiting to grab her as she descended the ladder, waiting to strip her, use her. Slowly, she lifted the camouflaged trap door and peered down into the room to see Jo sitting at the table.
'Where is everyone?' she asked as she descended the ladder.
'I don't know. Where have you been? That's more to the point!'
'I went to meet Evans.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'Because... Because I didn't want anyone to know. Anyway, you weren't here, were you?'
'Who did the Gatwick airport Job?'
'Why do you ask?'
'I'm interested. You're being rather too secretive lately for my liking: what are you up to, Hannah?'
"There's a mole. Evans's men were waiting at the airport.'
'God! So who got caught?'
'No one. There were no plans to destroy anything.'
'But you said...'
'Yes, to flush out the mole. Remember that I told you I was setting up an intelligence network? Well, it's in action now. I'm discovering quite a lot, Jo - quite a lot.'
'So who is the mole?'
'I'm not saying anything at this stage, but you'll know soon enough. Anyway, I'm taking Rebecca somewhere - and no one will know where. All right?'
'You suspect me, don't you?' Jo asked guiltily.
'I'm not saying anything yet. Get her dressed, will you? I'm taking her now, before... Just get her ready.'
'You must tell me where you're taking her, Hannah! We're in this together, or had you forgotten? Or is it that you want to have sex with her?'
'Shut up, Jo! Just mind your own business! Anyway, you'll know where she's going in good time, now just get her ready! God, in all this mess I'd forgotten about Diana! I've not seen her for ages! I hope she isn't still at the derelict house - Fowler knows where it is!'
'Don't panic, she called in earlier. Said she was going into town or something.'
'Thank God for that! Right, get Rebecca ready.'
Walking through the forest with Rebecca in tow, Hannah realized that she was spending too much time concentrating on her prisoners. She was getting nowhere fast. Rebecca and Rose were nothing but problems. It might be an idea to delegate, she thought as she turned to look at the girl - put someone in sole charge of the prisoners. But who?
'What am I to do with you?' she asked her captive.
'Release me. You'll have to eventually, so you may as well do it now. And when I'm free, I'll hunt you down and...'
'And what? Take me to one of the centres and torture me? Watch as Fowler uses me for his perverted pleasure? Anyway, you'll never be free - you know far too much.'
'There's a spy in your group, did you know that?'
Hannah bit her lip as she looked into Rebecca's eyes. Her prisoner obviously knew far more than she'd realized. 'Who is it?' she asked, not really expecting an answer.
'Let me go, and I'll tell you.'
'No,' Hannah replied, walking the girl to a huge oak tree. 'I've a better idea.'
Running the rope from the girl's neck around the tree, Hannah tied it fast before releasing her hands. Rebecca lashed out, punching, scratching, but her struggles were in vain. Securing a second rope to one of her wrists, Hannah ran it around the tree and managed to secure it to her other wrist.
'You look nice hugging a tree!' Hannah laughed as she ripped the dress from Rebecca's trembling body and tossed it aside. 'I'd love to take a picture of you and send it to your father!'
'Let me go!' Rebecca screamed, pulling on the ropes as Hannah removed the remnants of the torn dress from her shoulders.
'I want to know who the spy is and you're going to tell me!'
'Never!'
Taking a fallen branch, Hannah brushed it against Rebecca's naked buttocks and grinned. 'You'll tell me! Sooner or later, you'll tell me!' she asserted as the branch swished through the air to begin Rebecca's thrashing.
To the accompaniment of the girl's screams, Hannah counted ten lashes. Then, dropping the branch, she knelt down to examine the glowing bum flesh. Her heart racing, her stomach swirling with desire, she slipped her hand between Rebecca's legs and cupped her full lips in her palm. The wet warmth passed from the girl's body to hers as she slipped two fingers deep into the creamy hole between Rebecca's soft pussy lips. Gently, softly, she massaged the inner flesh, inducing a flow of warm juices to lubricate her caresses.
'You like it, don't you?' Hannah whispered as she slipped her wet fingers from the girl's body and began to massage her hardening clitoris. Quivering, Rebecca could only breathe deeply as her clitoris welled pleasingly beneath Hannah's teasing fingertips. Standing with her feet wide apart, the tethered girl pushed her bottom out to allow Hannah greater access to her little pleasure bud.
'I'm not a lesbian,' Rebecca asserted feebly as her clitoris throbbed. 'I'm not... Ah, yes! Not a... God, that's...'
'Nice? You do like it then?'
'God, yes! Don't stop! I'm coming, don't stop!'
Licking and nibbling Rebecca's buttocks as she massaged her erect clitoris, Hannah became aware of the swelling need between her own vaginal lips and unbuckled her belt. Tugging her jeans and panties down her thighs, she ran her fingers up and down the full length of her wet slit, lubricating her own valley as she rubbed her fingers faster over Rebecca's growing nodule. Massaging both protrusions, she began to breathe deeply as the heavenly sensations between their legs seemed to mingle, entwining them, locking them in their frantic lust.
Visions of Emily loomed as Rebecca panted her delight and spread her feet even wider apart. Poor Emily, Hannah thought guiltily, remembering her young body writhing in orgasm. Vowing to take her revenge on Rebecca, she was about to thrash her again when the overwhelming longing between her thighs subdued all thoughts of her friend.
Scooping up the milky fluid oozing from the hot hole between Rebecca's lips, Hannah licked her fingers clean, savouring the warm, slippery cream before sampling her own flow to compare the nectar fluids. Returning her attention to the two pulsating buds, she vibrated her fingers as fast as she could until they both shuddered and came together, filling the wood with their cries of debauched lesbian pleasure.
Her arms aching, Hannah slipped her hands from the wet grooves and began to lick the dark crease between Rebecca's crimson buttocks. Moving down, she pushed her tongue into the hot hole lying invitingly open between the parted cushions of pinken flesh. Lapping up the intoxicating sex fluid, she rolled her eyes in her euphoria, lost herself in her wanton desire. This was her illicit heaven, licking between a girl's swollen lips, drinking the juices of lust as they trickled from her body. This was Hannah's paradise.
Rebecca quivered delightfully as Hannah's finger located her bottom-hole and pushed its way deep inside. 'Beat me again!' she begged as Hannah fingered the tiny hole, causing the girl's clitoris to flutter and swell again. 'Please, beat me again and then lick me!'
Yanking her finger from the warmth of Rebecca's bottom, Hannah retrieved the branch to begin her second beautiful thrashing, to the accompaniment of gratified wails of sexual pleasure. On and on she wielded the bitter-sweet weapon until, upon the threshold of pain, the girl begged her to stop. But possessed, driven on by her wild and uncontrollable lust, Hannah thrashed the glowing buttocks until, panting and aching, she crumpled to the ground.
Surveying her work, she grinned. The red weals blazoned across the pale orbs of fresh, taut flesh glowing, radiating a fiery heat of lust that penetrated her soul, burned her with desire. Naked, her gentle feminine curves enhanced by the sunlight, Rebecca leaned against the tree, warm and satisfied in her quivering. Hannah wanted to lick her, to finger her hot holes again, but suddenly she became confused. Perhaps Julia was right? Taking prisoners and sexually abusing them was causing her to lose sight of her goal. Jo's word
s played on her mind, too. Was she removing Rebecca just to have sex with her? Was that her sole intention?
'I once read in a gossip column that you prefer women to men,' Rebecca remarked.
'You can't always believe what you read,' Hannah replied, her eyes transfixed on the girl's wet bulging lips.
'No, but in this case it's true, isn't it?'
'Who's the spy?'
'I'm not going to tell you, so you may as well forget about it.'
'I have to know, and I'm going to know, Rebecca! I'll get it out of you if I have to...'
'Kill me? Is that what you were going to say? Because if it was, I don't believe you! You're weak, you could never kill anyone, and you know it!'
Weak? Hannah pondered on the word. The girl was right, she could never kill anyone. But she had to discover who the spy was before it was too late, before anyone else was dragged to the centre and chained alongside Emily. She imagined herself in the correction centre. Fowler would delight in tearing her young body open as Emily watched. Swain would delight in using her, too. The thought sent a shudder up her spine as she rose to her feet and retrieved the branch.
'I'll thrash you until you tell me, Rebecca! I'll thrash you all day - for Emily's sake!' Emily squeezed her eyes shut as her sodden vaginal sheath opened and another hard penis pushed past her inflamed lips. Deeper and deeper it drove into her tight tube, stretching her delicate pink petals, opening the swollen centre of her body until the silky head pressed against her cervix.
The man rested there, absorbing her warmth, gazing at her hairless lips encompassing the base of his shaft - at her clitoris, exposed, waiting for its soft hood to slide up and down and massage the tiny bud, swelling it until it burst. Emily waited, too. Her pelvis bloated with the huge, solid male organ, her lips stretched tight, her stomach rising and falling as her muscles spasmed, she waited for the intruder to begin its thrusting motions.
Her body aching, she tried to move, to make herself more comfortable, but her bonds allowed her only to rock back and forth as the beautiful pounding began. His rod ramming her cervix with each thrust, allowing her lips to close as it withdrew and retargeted for the next lunge into her quivering body, her fantasy surfaced to fill her mind with images of three men, three hard penises penetrating her.
On cue, the door opened and another young man entered, his solid penis in his hand, his face grinning as he moved towards his goal. Instinctively, Emily turned her head and sucked the bulbous knob into her mouth as soon as it was within reach. He moaned as her tongue rolled round and round and her lips closed tightly around the thick, twitching shaft. She, too, afforded a low moan as her clitoris throbbed and stiffened in appreciation of her newfound lechery.
Praying that another man would take her, use her bottom hole to satisfy his lust, her lust, Emily became aware that her morals had been stripped. In her debauchery, her bliss, she had no sense of right or wrong as she sucked and mouthed the swelling knob, revelled in the obscene pummelling between her open thighs. She had a new and wonderful concept of her young body now - it was to be used to bring her pleasure, to bring others pleasure.
The desperate longing between her buttocks intensified as the men gasped and neared their climaxes. Somehow sensing her desire, the man between her legs groped beneath his shaft and pressed his thumb into her hot bottom-hole, fuelling her ecstasy, satisfying the burning need deep within her bowels.
At last, she reached her high. Her mouth filling with male cream, her vagina rhythmically squeezing and swallowing the sperm from the hard knob deep within its hot throat, her bottom-hole stretched open, she trembled uncontrollably. Her heaven of sensations engulfed her completely as her clitoris erupted, sending electrifying sex tingles over her perspiring body, plunging her mind into a sea of abandoned sex.
'Ah, my cunt!' she cried as the wet penis slipped from her mouth. 'My beautiful cunt!' There was no response to words of appreciation, no thanks, no acknowledgement. She'd been used to bring pleasure to men, to satisfy the lust of strangers. There was no need for words.
Gently drifting back to her senses, she quivered as the thumb slipped from her bottom and her vaginal sheath as the penis withdrew. Will there be more? she wondered. Are there more men waiting, queuing up to use me? She half hoped there would be dozens of long, hard, thick penises waiting penetrate her, fill her, use her. But then her thoughts turned to Hannah, the base - the fight.
When Swain entered the room and released her, she thought that her pleasure was over, that there were no more waiting to take her. Relieved, yet perversely disappointed, she knew that she desperately needed to rest, to allow the swelling flesh between her legs to revive.
As her aching body was led to another room, her crevices opened, her bloated holes spilling the fruits of male orgasm. Pouring over her inflamed lips, between her burning buttocks, the sperm ran down her inner thighs and dripped onto her feet as her hands were chained above her head.
'You're not finished yet, my girl!' Swain hissed through an ugly grin as she positioned a table by Emily's side. 'You'll never be finished!'
'You can go to hell!'
'Hell? And where do you think hell is? I know where your hell is, my girl! It's right here, in this room. You'll never leave this room, this living hell! You think on that while I take payment from the next dozen or so young men waiting down the corridor!'
Swain entered her office to find Fowler rummaging through her desk drawer. 'Can I help you?' she asked angrily.
'Yes, where's the gun?'
'Why do you want it?'
'Where is it?'
'I've got it. What's going on, Ron? And where have you been?'
'Nothing's going on! Where's the bloody gun?'
'It's Mrs Evans, isn't it?'
'I don't know what you're talking about! Anyway, I'm going away for a while.'
'I thought as much. You won't be back, will you? You're going to kill her and run, aren't you? Listen, why not leave her to me? I mean, when you've gone, I can return her to Evans, and that will be that. If you kill her, Evans won't rest until he finds you.'
'But he won't know, will he?'
'It's best to return her to him. I realize that you don't have a conscience, but to kill her!'
Rubbing his chin, Fowler sat in the chair, deep in thought. Mrs Evans would tell her husband everything, and he would still hunt him down, bring him to justice. The only way was to permanently remove the woman - and Swain. But for now, he agreed with her. He needed time to think, to plan. And besides, there was no rush. The money pouring into his bank account, courtesy of Emily Johnson's young body, was increasing by the minute.
'She's ready for the next batch,' Swain informed Fowler as she opened the door.
'Up the price. A stunning ex-model such as young Emily Johnson is worth more! Double the price!' Fowler ordered, leaping from the chair. 'How many men are there?'
'About a dozen. Derek will be bringing another twenty or so later, but I don't think they'll pay that much.'
'They will. When they see her, they'll pay anything!' Jo gazed at Rose and smiled. 'I think Hannah suspects me,' she confided. 'I'm going to have to get out of here - for good.'
'Thank God for that, I ache all over!'
'I can't take you with me.'
'Why not? What's the problem?'
'I don't want to drop Hannah in it. The things I've told Fowler were insignificant, really. The only real help I gave him was radioing him about the plans to blow up the Sussex Downs transmitter, and the Gatwick airport job. I didn't want to tell him, but I needed the money, Rose. He paid me well, very well, and now I have enough to go abroad and start a new life.'
'So you're going to leave me here?'
'I have no choice! You'll be all right. Anyway, you shouldn't have got mixed up in all this, should you?'
'Like you, I did it for the money. So that's it, then? You're off to enjoy yourself, and I'm stuck here - great! Thanks, Jo, I'll remember you for this!'
'There may be a
way. Look, when I caught Fowler at the derelict house I didn't know who he was at first, and he didn't know me. I'd only ever spoken to him on channel twenty. But when I released him and Rebecca from the basement, I blew my cover - he knows my face now. I wish I hadn't done it, but he paid me a hell of a lot of money. When I'd released him, he grabbed me and threatened to take me back to the centre. Anyway, I gave him some information and he let me go.'
'What's all this got to do with it?'
'Hi!' Hannah called as she climbed down the ladder.
'Oh, Hannah,' Jo stammered, her face flushed. 'I was just talking to Rose about... Anyway, I've got to go out for a while.'
'Really? Where to?'
'I... I'm going into town.'
'Again? By the way, did you get the vaseline?'
'No, no... I'll go and get it now.'
'There's no hurry. Anyway, I've got Rebecca safely hidden away. Listen, I don't suspect you, Jo. I know it's not you. By the way, I've decided to put someone solely in charge of our prisoners so that I can get on with planning the sabotage missions - do you fancy the job?'
'Well... I suppose so. Where is Rebecca?'
Leading Jo from the chamber, Hannah drew the curtain and sat at the table. 'She's not far from here,' she whispered as Jo sat opposite her. 'I'll take you there later, and Rose. But first, there's a job I want you to do. I want you to blow up that cottage that Emily told us about.'
'Why?'
'Just blow it up - go and do it now. And when you get back, I'll take you to Rebecca.' Pushing a rubber hose into Emily's vagina, Swain grinned wickedly as she pumped the rubber bulb, filling her sticky cavern with warm water. 'Got to get you cleaned out for the next load,' she chuckled as the creamy liquid gushed between Emily's lips and ran down her thighs. 'And now for your bottom-hole!' she laughed, forcing the hose between her buttocks. The filling sensation delighted Emily, but she was aching and sore - she couldn't face any more men thrusting into her.
As the water gushed from Emily's bottom, Swain pulled on the hose, leaving her tiny hole to drain. 'There, you're all ready,' she declared as Fowler flung the door open and stormed into the room.
