Submission

by Ray Gordon

  Rose was unsure. She'd be an invaluable asset to Hannah, she knew, with her knowledge of the centre, the security, the hidden cameras, the alarms. But she needed a guarantee. Telling Hannah everything wouldn't necessarily be the key to her release.

  'I'll draw you a plan of the centre,' she offered.

  'What for?'

  'Well... So you can get the women out, I suppose.'

  'So we walk straight into a trap, you mean!'

  'I can give you Swain's address.'

  Hannah thought for a moment before answering. Swain's apprehension had been on her mind for some time. Was this her chance? To lie in wait and grab the cow as she arrived home one night would be easy.

  'You give me her address and if it's correct and we manage to grab Swain, I'll consider your proposal,' Hannah conceded, admiring Rose's huge breasts and erect, elongated nipples.

  'All right, but I want to be treated properly in the meantime. I've spent the night cold, and very frightened. I want to go back to your base.'

  'I'll think about it, but for now, you'll stay here with Rebecca. By the way, tell no one about this, I don't trust anyone. What's the address?'

  'Twenty-five Godalming Street, Browhurst.'

  Untying one hand, Hannah gazed between the girl's legs at her pouting lips and smiled. 'Thank you, I just hope it's not a trap, for your sake. There, now you can eat,' she said softly, stroking her inner thigh.

  'Oh, it's you!' Rebecca snapped, opening her eyes to view Hannah accusingly. 'Come here for sex, have you?'

  'Shut up, Rebecca! Always wake up in a bad mood, do you?' Hannah asked, pinching the girl's nipple. 'I may just show you exactly what real lesbian sex is if you're not careful! Anyway, I've brought you food and blankets, or would you rather go without?'

  Releasing Rebecca's hand, Hannah wandered outside to wait until the girls had eaten. The sight of their naked bodies had aroused her - she did want sex, but not with a prisoner. Thoughts of Emily surfaced and a tear rolled down her cheek. She was certain that Evans had double-crossed her, told her that he'd have Emily released in the hope that she'd free Rebecca. 'Oh, Emily,' she sighed as she sat down and leaned against a tree. 'This is all Jo's fault - what a mess!'

  Jo would have to be punished, but how? Thrash her? The crime deserved more than a good beating. Hannah's clitoris stirred as the ultimate punishment came to her mind. Jo hated lesbians. What more fitting than to strip her, tie her down and...

  'Can you put the blankets round us?' Rebecca called. 'We're cold.' Wandering into the shelter, Hannah didn't listen to the girl's demands as she tied her hands and cloaked her with the blanket. Jo had helped Fowler, she reasoned. She'd helped him to capture Emily. Now it was Jo's turn to experience the Fowler treatment. How do you feel this morning?' Julia asked as Jo opened her eyes.

  'Awful! God, it's all just come back to me! What has Hannah said?'

  'She's not happy with you, I can tell you that! And neither am I! I didn't sleep at all thinking about Emily. I don't think I can live with it, Jo. Knowing that she's... I can't live with the truth.'

  'Are you going to tell Hannah?'

  'I don't know, I really don't know.' Hannah's mobile phone rang as Julia sat at the table with her coffee. 'Hello,' she said sleepily.

  'Is that bitch Kelley there?' Fowler asked.

  'No, she's not! What the hell do you want, Fowler?'

  'Just tell her that I've got her little sister here, will you? Roxanne Kelley.'

  'You're bluffing!'

  'Tell her that she has a birthmark on her left inner thigh. Oh, and also tell her that she's naked, chained, and enjoying my cock!'

  Hannah descended the ladder to find Julia pale and trembling. 'What is it?' she asked. 'What's happened?'

  'Has your sister got a birthmark on her leg?'

  'Yes, her left thigh, why?'

  'Sit down, Hannah, I've some bad news, I'm afraid.'

  'What is it? An accident?'

  'Worse. Fowler's got her at the centre.'

  Slumped at the table, Hannah broke down and cried. 'She's only just eighteen!' she wailed, banging the table with her fist. 'He'll destroy her! The bastard will...' Leaping to her feet she glared at Julia. 'Go, please go! I want to be left alone with Jo.'

  'Hannah, you can't...'

  'Go! And don't come back for a few hours!'

  'But Jo didn't...'

  'Get out!'

  Julia climbed the ladder as Hannah yanked the curtain aside and stared hard at Jo. Closing the camouflaged hatch, Julia wept as she heard Jo's pleas for mercy. There was no stopping Hannah, she knew. She could only pray that, in her uncontrollable anger, she wouldn't kill the girl.

  Chapter Eight

  Richard Evans was sitting in his office gazing at a picture of his wife and daughter, wondering if he'd ever see them again, when his videophone bleeped. At the press of a button, Swain's image appeared on the monitor.

  'I need to come and see you, Mr Evans,' she said. 'Why, do you have news of Rebecca?'

  'No, I'm afraid not, but I do have some interesting information concerning Mr Fowler.'

  'What's he doing about Rebecca?'

  'Not a lot, as far as I can see. To be honest, I don't think he's really interested in her. He has his own pursuits, you see.'

  'For example?'

  'I'd rather not talk about it over the phone, Mr Evans.'

  'All right, I'll have to call you back. I have a lot to do today, what with meetings and... How's Fowler getting on with Roxanne Kelley? Surely, now that he has her, he can bargain with Hannah Kelley?'

  'Well, that's what I thought, but he seems to have other plans for Roxanne.'

  'Christ! What's going on? Has he released that Johnson girl yet?'

  'Yes, he took her from the centre and...'

  'Look, I'll call you back later.'

  'All right, Mr Evans.'

  Switching the videophone off, Swain leaped from her chair and left her office. 'I'm going home for a while, Ron,' she called as she passed Fowler's office door. 'I don't feel too well, I'll see you later.'

  Closing her front door behind her, she walked into the lounge. 'Right! You owe me your life, Mrs Evans. If I overheard Fowler on the radio, you'd have been blown to pieces!'

  'I know, and I've thanked you, but what about that poor girl?'

  'Forget about her. In return for saving your life I want to help me track down Hannah Kelley. But I also want something else. I've already planned Fowler's downfall, so he won't be a problem for much longer, but I need to retain my position at the centre. It's no good your husband closing all the centres as there will always be a hard core of women who continue fighting. Obviously, you can influence your husband, so I'm asking you to ensure that my centre, at least, will remain - with me in the hot seat.'

  'I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything.'

  'Good. I've been doing my homework and have discovered that Kelley's base is in Ashdown Forest. It's a big forest, I know, but I have a plan. She must have lookouts, so as soon as anyone nears her base she will know. You'll be recognized, of course, and taken prisoner.'

  'Me?'

  'Yes, you. You'll be carrying a homing device which will be continually transmitting your position to the computer - I'll know exactly where you are - and Hannah Kelley!'

  'But what if...'

  'Don't worry, Mrs Evans. Nothing can go wrong.'

  'But why me?'

  'People often walk through the forest. Kelley would ignore the odd passer-by, but she wouldn't ignore you. All you have to do is walk the main paths, and take a wander down smaller paths or tracks until you're caught. It will take time, I realize that, but it's the only way to track Kelley down. Anyway, it's summertime, so you'll enjoy it.'

  'Can I let Richard know that I'm all right?'

  'No, he wouldn't agree to the plan. As soon as I've got Kelley, you can tell him that you're safe. Oh, and tell him that I rescued you from Fowler, of course - that's most important!'

  'But how do yo
u know that I won't go straight to my husband?'

  'Because you want your daughter back. This is the only way to find Rebecca. You can start searching the forest tomorrow morning.' Pinning Jo down, her eyes afire with hatred, her face burning with rage, Hannah managed to tie her feet and ankles to the bed legs. 'Bitch!' she yelled as she ripped Jo's flimsy top from her trembling body. 'It's all your fault! First Emily, and now Roxanne! I'll fucking well kill you!'

  Ripping Jo's bra off, Hannah stood open-mouthed, her eyes transfixed on the two massive nipples as they grew and stood to attention. Dragging her eyes from the delightful milk-buds, she unbuckled the girl's belt and yanked on her jeans.

  'Please, Hannah! Don't...'

  'Don't what? You despise lesbians, don't you? Well, I'm going to show you what lesbians like to do to girls like you, and then I'm going to show you what Fowler likes to do!'

  'Please, don't take my jeans off!'

  'Why not? Shy, are you? Don't want me to see your cunt?

  Believe me, I'm going to do more than just look at it!'

  Tugging Jo's jeans down her thighs, Hannah grinned wickedly, her hatred for the girl combining with her fears for Emily and Roxanne and with her strange arousal of a sleeping monster of lust within herself. Untying one leg at a time, she managed to pull the jeans from the girl's slender legs. 'And now for your knickers!' she blasted, gazing at the white lace bulging between Jo's thighs.

  'No, please don't! I'll do anything, please! I don't want you to see...'

  'Why don't you want me to see your cunt? Something to hide, have you? Is there something wrong with it?'

  Grabbing a handful of material, Hannah ripped the knickers from the girl and stared in disbelief at her young body. Although her black hair was thick and bushy, it did little to conceal the huge gaping crack between the swell of the largest outer lips Hannah had ever seen. Her glistening inner lips lying open like enormous pink rose petals, Jo's long clitoris protruded from its fleshy hood at the top of the moist valley like a small finger.

  'God, you're so big!' Hannah exclaimed as she pulled the thick lips wide apart and gazed at the massive hole. 'You're all out of proportion!'

  'I've always been like that. Please, Hannah, let me go and...'

  'You want me to let you go? After all you've done! You must think me mad!'

  'Please, Hannah! I don't want you touching me!' Jo cried as her vaginal sheath opened and took Hannah's fist deep inside.

  'God, you're massive! My fist barely fills you! I don't suppose you can even feel it!' Hannah gasped, gazing in awe at the thick wet lips encompassing her tiny wrist. 'The first thing I'm going to do to you is make you come. I want to see you writhe in orgasm before you writhe in pain!'

  The girl's inner lips dragged over Hannah's fist to leave her skin glistening with juice as she pulled it from the warmth of the vast slippery sheath. Her empty hole lay open, as if invisible fingers were pulling her pink curtains apart to reveal the mysteries within. Never had Hannah seen such an expanse of pink flesh, such bulbous lips swelling either side of such a deep groove. It was as if she was viewing the wondrous spectacle through a magnifying glass.

  Climbing between Jo's splayed thighs, Hannah licked and tasted her huge outer ridges of flesh before sucking first one and then the other lip into her mouth, causing the fleshy pads to swell even more. Leaving her growing clitoris agonizingly neglected, she licked between Jo's inner lips, tasting the creamy globules of girl-juice as they emerged from the depths of her cavern.

  Roxanne's plight drifted from Hannah's mind as she breathed in the intoxicating scent of sex. There was no reality now, only a living fantasy of consuming pleasure, a warm engulfing world of complete and utter fulfilment. Even Hannah's love for Emily faded as her very being seemed to be sucked deep into the private sanctum of sex between Jo's thighs. In her drug-like state, she pushed her mouth into the soft hole, closed the thick lips over her face and drank.

  Jo moved her hips and tensed her muscles as her clitoris swelled and throbbed a little. To her relief, the haunting images of Emily faded as Hannah pulled her lips open wide and pushed her tongue as far as she could into the chasm. Never before had she been licked there, never had anyone paid such intimate attention to her pink folds, her wet entrance - but still her clitoris begged for consideration.

  She began to writhe, arch her back, gasp her delight as the pleasure between her legs crept over her stomach and up to her breasts, causing her nipples to harden until they ached. In her fantasy, there were mouths, tongues, everywhere - nibbling, sucking her nipples, her clitoris, licking her lips, her spasming sheath.

  At last, Hannah moved her attention up to the girl's long, stiff clitoris. Taking the protrusion into her hot mouth, she gently sucked and tongued the hardness, swelling the finger of flesh even more as Jo gasped and whimpered in her agonizing pleasure. She tried to speak, to tell of her new-found sensations, her contracting womb, the twitching muscles deep inside her hot pussy-hole. But she could only grimace and clench her fists as her orgasm coursed its way up the shaft of her clitoris.

  Sensing the impending eruption, Hannah thrust her fist into the now tight cavern and began her fucking motions as she sucked the climax from the exploding bud. 'God!' Jo managed to cry as her orgasm sent out its wondrous ripples of sex from her clitoris to bathe her taut body, touch every muscle, caress every nerve ending.

  Hannah could feel the girl's clitoris as it twitched in her mouth with every pulse of orgasmic pleasure. Her own pleasure centre twitched, too. Her knickers wet, her lips swollen, Hannah wanted a mouth there, a tongue tonguing - a hand there, fingers fingering.

  Slipping her fist from Jo's spasming vagina, Hannah relinquished the girl's clitoris from her mouth and slid her lips down the soaked valley to drink the milky fluid as it irrigated the outer lips. Hot, slippery, the juices of orgasm filled her mouth, bathed her tongue as she sustained Jo's climax by vibrating her fingertips over her hard nodule. Her face wet, her hand aching, she moved away as she sensed Jo's body relax, her wondrous ordeal over.

  'I thought you didn't like lesbians?' Hannah asked as she stroked Jo's thick wet cunt lips.

  'I don't know what I like. God, that was...'

  'Yes, I know what it was,' Hannah interrupted, climbing from the bed and slipping out of her jeans. Pulling her wet knickers off, she sat astride Jo's face and grinned as she lowered her drenched slit over her mouth. 'Now you can discover what it's like this way round,' she panted, rubbing the length of her groove over the girl's virginal mouth.

  Opening her lips wide, Jo pushed her tongue into the wet groove and licked. Her first ever taste of girl-juice caused her to quiver and roll her eyes. Then, as the warm wetness oozed from Hannah's hole, she sucked and drank fervently, delighting in another girl's pussy lips so appetizingly spread over her mouth.

  Swivelling her hips, Hannah pressed her hard clitoris into the girl's mouth and told her to flick her tongue over the sensitive tip. Following her instructions, Jo teased the bud until Hannah gasped and tossed her head back in her sexual euphoria. 'Make me come in your mouth!' she begged. 'I want to come in your mouth!'

  Her slender thighs either side of Jo's head, her tender slit over her face, Hannah leaned back and rested on her hands, projecting her hips forward to grind her clitoris hard into the orifice as the beginnings of her climax trembled within her womb. 'Coming!' she cried as her body rocked with the shock waves of the explosion between her swollen quim lips. 'I'm coming!'

  Her juices pouring, her clitoris throbbing, her mind swam in ecstasy as Jo sucked and mouthed at the tiny bud, sustaining the pulsing pleasure. Sitting upright, Hannah gyrated her hips, rubbing her clitoris round and round Jo's hot mouth until the last ripples of sex had died and left her panting for breath.

  Dragging her perspiring body from Jo's face, Hannah sat on the bed, still trembling in the wake of her climax. 'What do you think of lesbians now?' she asked, her face flushed with sex.

  'I'm not a lesbian. But I... I loved it. G
od I loved it! But I'm not...'

  'Then what are you?'

  'I don't know, Hannah. I really don't know.'

  Pulling on the ropes, Jo drifted back to reality and remembered Emily. A tear rolled from her eye as she gazed up at Hannah. 'What have I done?' she asked pitifully.

  'Experienced lesbian sex, that's what.'

  'No, not that!'

  'Oh, you mean confiding in Fowler?'

  Her face flushed, Jo cried hysterically as images of Emily tied up in the cottage flooded her mind. 'I've killed her!' she screamed. 'I've killed her!'

  'Who have you killed?' Hannah asked.

  'Emily! She was in the cottage - and I blew it up!'

  Stunned, Hannah looked into Jo's tearful eyes. She couldn't speak or think. Images of Emily swelled from the depths of her mind, images of her pretty face, her fresh young body - vaginal lips, thick, wet, open. Then, in a state of shock, body shaking, her heart racing, she froze.

  Coming to her senses after the initial shock, she tried reason. Emily wouldn't have been in the cottage, she thought - she prayed. Jo hadn't actually seen her there.

  'What makes you think she was in the cottage?' she asked evenly.

  'Fowler told me after I'd blown it up!'

  'So he knew that you were going to destroy the place?'

  'Yes, I told him.'

  'There isn't a lot that you haven't told him, is there? Anyway, she wouldn't have been in the cottage. Whatever Fowler is, he's not a killer!'

  Jo frowned in her confusion. If Hannah was right, if Fowler was bluffing... She felt a little more positive now, more hopeful. Why would Emily have been in the cottage? Why on earth would Fowler have taken her there? No one had been there, she was sure. Emily must still be at the centre.

  'I've got Swain's address,' Hannah announced.

  'Why tell me? I thought that you didn't trust me any more?'

  'I don't trust you, but seeing as you're tied to the bed, you can't run to Fowler, can you?'

  'What are you going to do with me?'

  'As yet, I don't know. I'm going up top for some fresh air.'