by Ray Gordon
Resting her head on the table, she wondered why she'd never masturbated, never touched herself. The sensations emanating from the stretched walls of her soft vaginal tube pleased her, warmed her. Her clitoris tingled as it absorbed the hormonal cream, her nipples feeling harder, larger, more sensitive now. If she ever escaped, she would masturbate every day, she decided. No longer would she ignore the pleasures her body could bring her. She would use it to the full, explore between her legs with her fingers, stiffen her clitoris, massage her precious little bud to its fruition.
'Enjoying yourself?' Fowler asked sarcastically as he bounded down the steps to the table. 'Let's see how your nipples are doing, shall we?' Removing the rubber teats and metal cups, he smiled. 'Ah, see how long they are now, and that's only after a few hours!' Taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, he pulled and twisted the elongated milk-bud. 'Another few hours, I think,' he speculated, running his fingers over her stomach to her swollen quim lips. 'Your clitoris is coming on nicely, too!' he grinned, taking the tube of cream and massaging the hormone into the pink flesh surrounding her hardening nodule.
The girl sighed as the cooling cream swelled her clitoris. She could feel her vagina rhythmically spasming, gripping the metal cylinder as Fowler rubbed the substance between her soft lips and tweaked her hard nipples. Her stomach quivered and her legs twitched as her clitoris ascended to a small peak, sending a mild pulse of pleasure through her body.
'I think you need to come,' Fowler grinned as he thrust the metal cylinder in and out of her creamy hole and massaged her protrusion a little faster. 'All young girls should regularly, at least twice every day, don't you agree?'
'Yes, yes,' Roxanne breathed as her body began to tremble.
'Can you feel your cunt opening with each thrust? Can you feel your little clitty throbbing?'
'Yes, do it faster, harder!' Taking his hard penis in his hand, he offered the purple knob to the girl's mouth as he rubbed her clitoris faster, taking her closer to another wondrous peak. Turning her head away, she closed her eyes. 'No,' she murmured as he rolled her head and pressed his knob to her full lips. Lost in her arousal as her climax rose from the depths of her pelvis, she opened her mouth and sucked the hard knob inside. Her eyes rolling, she ran her tongue round the twitching penis, delighting in her first ever taste of a male organ.
His fingers moving faster between her inflamed lips, Fowler felt his own climax coming as Roxanne moaned through her nose and sucked harder. Suddenly, the sperm pumped from the pulsing head and gushed into her mouth, filling her cheeks as her own climax shook her young body. Barely able to stand, Fowler thrust back and forth, using her hot mouth to drain his lust, to heighten hers. Slipping his tool from her mouth, he watched as the last few spurts of spunk assailed her pretty lips and dribbled down her chin. Gasping as the intense pleasure ebbed, she licked her lips, savouring the milky liquid before swallowing her prize.
'I said I'd teach you all about sex, didn't I?' Fowler grinned smugly as he zipped up his trousers.
'Yes, yes,' Roxanne murmured as he refitted his equipment to her hard nipples and pushed the metal cylinder deep into her wet hole before taking his leave.
'I've got to go out,' he called as he opened the door. 'But I'll be back for more later. Your tight bottom-hole, I think. Yes, I'll screw your tight little arsehole when I return!'
Her vagina gripping the cold metal phallus, her nipples pulsing within the rubber teats, Roxanne closed her big blue eyes and imagined Fowler forcing his thick penis between her tight buttocks and deep into her bowels. The thought sent a shiver up her spine. She was learning about sex, and she was enjoying herself - but her bum?
Fear mingled with arousal as she unconsciously tensed her muscles, squeezing her buttocks together to defend her tiny opening. What would it be like? she wondered. What sensations would she experience as a hard penis invaded her bottom and thrust deep into the dark tube? The taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, she thought of Hannah as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. Approaching the centre, Hannah and Julia crouched behind a wall as they saw Fowler leaving the building with his men. 'We've timed it well,' Hannah whispered.
'Yes but we don't know what security system they have, or who's still in the building,' Julia replied anxiously.
'There's only one way to find out! Come on, let's go around the back and see if there's a way in.'
Discovering a back door, Hannah pulled the crowbar from her bag and forced the lock. As the door swung open, she looked at Julia and smiled. 'No alarm bells,' she whispered, peering down the corridor. 'I wonder why?'
'God knows. I don't like it Hannah. It could be a trap.' Stepping through the door, Hannah looked around for a camera but could see no signs of any security equipment. Her heart racing, she tentatively took another step and turned to Julia.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'Look at this,' Julia whispered suspiciously, running her fingers up a groove just inside the doorframe. 'It's a metal guide for something, a sliding door, perhaps.'
'Or security shutters. I wonder what triggers it?'
'I don't know, but I don't think we should both go in.'
'All right, you stay outside. Christ knows what I'll do if a bloody great steel door slides across.'
Walking cautiously down the corridor, Hannah noticed a small lens set low down in the wall. Kneeling, she took a closer look before stepping over the invisible beam. 'So far so good,' she breathed, carefully inching a door open. As she stepped into Swain's office, the building suddenly resounded with what sounded like a hundred steel shutters banging closed. Racing down the corridor, she saw Julia holding a large piece of wood in the door frame, holding the shutter back just enough for her to slip through.
'Quick!' Julia cried as the wood began to split. 'I can't hold it!' As Hannah reached the door, the wood cracked loudly and the shutter closed, blocking her escape route. Her heart almost stopped as she imagined Fowler grabbing her, stripping her, using her body for his debauched pleasure. There had to be a control panel, she thought, racing back to Swain's office and flinging the door open. There had to be a way to open the shutters. Frantically searching the office, she froze as she heard footsteps in the corridor. As they neared, she dived under the desk, her heart pounding, her hands trembling, her stomach churning with fear.
'They jammed the shutter with a piece of wood,' a male voice echoed down the corridor.
'But did they get out before the wood split?' another man asked.
'Only one way to find out! Come on!'
As the office door opened and a man walked in, Hannah held her breath. His feet only inches from her trembling body, she was sure that the end had come. 'Let's check upstairs!' a voice called from the corridor as the man bent his knees to look under the desk. To her relief, he stood upright and left the room.
The footsteps fading, Hannah crawled out and opened the door. Must hide, she thought, panic-stricken, her blue eyes darting this way and that. Noticing a steel door, she slipped inside and found herself at the top of the basement steps. She stared in amazement at her sister, naked, chained to a table, Fowler's lurid devices attached to her young body.
'Rox!' Hannah whispered as she neared the girl.
'Hannah! What are you doing here?'
'No time to explain,' Hannah babbled, pulling on the chains. 'Shit! Bloody great padlocks! There's no way I can free you, I left the bolt croppers with Julia!'
'Go, Hannah, before they...'
'I can't! I'm locked in! Look, I'll be back, I promise. I must find somewhere to hide until they open the shutters.'
Dashing up the steps, Hannah slipped out into the corridor. It was only a question of time before she was caught, she knew, as she opened another door and crept inside. The small room was full of boxes and old furniture - an ideal hiding place. Climbing into a large box, she pulled the lid down and breathed a little easier, praying that the steel shutters would open before she was discovered - before Fowler returned. Running thro
ugh the woods along the moonlit path, Julia approached the remains of the cottage. She stopped in her tracks as she saw a light shining through the outhouse window. 'Emily!' she murmured as she crept up to the window and peered in. She saw Emily - a naked, middle-aged woman squatting over her face whilst a younger woman licked between her legs. Moving round to the door, Julia swung it open and stepped boldly inside.
'Who are you?' the younger woman demanded angrily, looking up startled from her feast, her face wet with Emily's juices.
'Lesley Swain sent me,' Julia blurted out, desperately to plan her next move and praying that Emily wouldn't show any signs of recognition.
'Don't say our time's up already!' the older woman complained as she lifted her wet vaginal lips from Emily's mouth.
'Afraid so,' Julia smiled. 'Come on, you've got to go quietly, there are others due any minute and Lesley...'
'Yes, we know Lesley!' the women groaned in unison as they dressed.
'Who did you say you were?' the older woman asked.
'I didn't. My name's Susan, I'm Lesley's... let's just that I'm her helper.'
As the women dressed, Julia looked down at Emily and smiled. 'You've plenty more women to enjoy,' she bluffed. 'And then Lesley has a little surprise for you - a couple of men.'
'I hate you!' Emily spat, playing Julia's game.
Scanning the chains, Julia smiled on observing that they were fixed to the steel rings in the floor by sliding clips. No padlocks, she surmised happily as the women left, moaning to each other about their unfinished pleasures.
'You took a chance!' Emily whispered as the door closed.
'Damn right I did! Anyway, let's get these chains off you. Hannah's locked in the centre, I'm afraid. Steel shutters came down when she was in there trying to get Roxanne.'
'Oh no! Is there no way in?'
'No. God only knows what we do now! Where are your clothes?'
'I don't know. I'll have to go like this,' Emily said, gazing down at her naked body.
'You don't seem very pleased to be free. You weren't enjoying what those women were doing to you, were you?' Julia asked as they stepped out into the night.
'No, no...' Emily replied hesitantly. 'What do you think I am?'
'I know what you are - Hannah told me.'
'Oh. Is it a problem?'
'No, as long as you keep your hands off me! Anyway, we'd better get back to base. Fowler will be back soon, and when he discovers that you've gone...'
'He thinks I'm dead. He doesn't know that Swain saved me from the cottage. Swain's got Evans's wife, and she's planning to...'
'Yes, I know. Come on, I'll fill you in on the latest on the way back.'
'What about Hannah?'
'There's nothing we can do, is there?'
'But we can't just leave her in there!'
'Got any suggestions?'
'Well, no, but...'
'Then let's go. We'll think of something, although I don't know what!' Smith sauntered into Fowler's office and picked up the microphone. 'You out there, Ron?' he called.
'Yes, we've been conned, there's no activity at the pylons.'
'I thought as much. They broke in here, the shutters came down but they jammed one open with a piece of wood. Derek and I have had a good look round, but it looks as if they've escaped.'
'Don't be too sure. Whatever you do, don't open the shutters. I'm only a few minutes away, let me in the front entrance.'
Fowler grinned at Smith with a wicked glint in his pig eyes. 'It's Hannah Kelley!' he snorted. 'I can feel her, sense her, smell her! I want this place torn apart! Find her and bring her to me in the basement! The two Kelley sisters, I can't believe it!'
'How come you're so sure it's her, if there's anyone here at all, that is?' Derek asked.
'I know she's here. Call it a sixth sense if you like, but I know she's here.'
'Sex sense, if you ask me!' Smith laughed.
'We're wasting time,' Fowler snapped. 'Go and get Hannah Kelley!' With the sun rising over the forest, Mrs Evans walked along the main path wondering which of the many smaller paths to take, when Hannah's girls would pounce. Checking the homing device clipped inside her jacket, she took a narrow track and had almost disappeared into the undergrowth when Julia caught sight of her.
'That was Evans's wife!' she whispered to Emily.
'Where?'
'Just gone into those bushes, I'm sure it was her.'
'There's not much I can do. I mean, I'm naked, for God's sake!'
'Go back to base and get dressed, and then go to the air raid shelter you told me about. I'll meet you there later. I've just had an idea.'
Running down a side path, Julia circled her prey, walking along nonchalantly as she approached the woman. 'Ah, I'm glad I've found you, Mrs Evans!' she exclaimed. 'Lesley Swain sent me after you. She's discovered where Rebecca is - she's in an old air raid shelter not far from here. I'm to go with you and...'
'How do I know that you're not one of Hannah Kelley's girls?'
'I've just come from Swain's house, 25 Godalming Street. She was telling me that someone broke in last night. She also said that you'd be in the forest carrying a homing device, and that Emily Johnson is in the cottage outhouse, and that...'
'All right, you know enough. Which way do we go?'
'That way, but before we do, Swain asked me to destroy the homing device...'
'Why?'
'It's interfering with the communications system at the centre. Anyway, we know where Kelley's base is, so the homing device won't be needed.'
'Are you sure?'
'Swain's instructions. We're wasting time, Mrs Evans. By the way, your husband is meeting us there, so let's go.'
Taking the homing device, Julia dropped it to the ground. Crushing it with her foot, she smiled as she led the woman to the shelter - to her prison. 'You'll be pleased to see Rebecca and your husband, won't you?' she asked conversationally as they neared the shelter.
'Oh yes! It's been weeks since I last saw Richard. How is he, do you know?'
'He's fine. I was talking to him the other day, he's been missing you.'
'A complete family again, that will be nice.'
'Ah, here we are!' Julia said excitedly. 'You lead the way, Mrs Evans.'
Blocking the doorway, Julia smiled at Emily as the dictator's wife confronted her naked daughter tied to a chair. 'Rebecca!' she cried. 'Let me untie you, darling.'
'I think not!' Julia demurred, grabbing the woman from behind. 'You see I'm one of Hannah's group, and you've just walked straight into a trap!'
Emily helped chain the woman to a steel ring hanging from the wall, chatting excitedly about Hannah, how Fowler would have to release her now that they'd got both Rebecca and her mother. 'What are you going to do with me?' Mrs Evans asked as Julia stood back and smiled.
'They're all lesbians, mummy!' Rebecca complained. 'You've no idea what horrendous things they've put me through!'
'Shut up, Rebecca!' Emily spat. 'Look what Fowler did to me! Shaved me, whipped me, used me, sold my body to dozens of men! Think yourself lucky that you're still alive!'
'You'll all be brought to trial, believe me!' Mrs Evans yelled as Emily ripped her blouse off and lifted her bra away from her huge breasts. 'Get away from me!' she screamed as the girl tugged her skirt down to her ankles.
'What are you doing?' Julia asked angrily as Emily pulled the woman's knickers down and grinned.
'Go back to base, Julia. I'll be with you in a minute.'
Alone with her naked prisoners, Emily sat on the floor looked up at Mrs Evans. 'This whole business is getting out of hand,' she said. 'Your husband isn't too bad, it's Fowler. Doesn't your husband realize what Fowler gets up to? Doesn't he know what sort of man he is?'
'I don't know. All I know is that the country's better off with Richard at the helm.'
'Men may be better off, but what about us?'
'Women would have been all right if the likes of you hadn't tried to disrupt everyth
ing!'
'Disrupt everything? Is that what you think we're about? For God's sake, we've been fighting for women's rights!'
'By sexually abusing my daughter?'
'By fighting fire with fire. I don't like what goes on in centres, and I don't like the things we have to do in retaliation. Anyway, you'll be pleased to hear that Hannah is locked in the centre. No doubt your husband will be raping her later.'
'Richard wouldn't do that!'
'Maybe he wouldn't, but Fowler will! And your husband condones it! Anyway, there's no point in talking to the likes of you. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. You can all have a nice chat and admire each other's naked bodies until I return, and when I do. Well, you'll see.' Swain stormed through the main entrance to the centre and marched down the corridor to Fowler's office. 'Emily Johnson's bloody well gone - again!' she blasted.
'No problem,' Fowler grinned. 'Hannah Kelley's in the building.'
'Where?'
'We're looking for her now. Care to join in the search?'
'The two Kelley sisters? But how...'
'It doesn't matter how. Come on, there's only the ground floor left to search, we've already checked the upper floors.'
As the door slowly opened, Hannah held her breath.
'You'd better come out, Kelley!' Fowler warned. 'We know you're in here, and the more of my time you waste, the dearer you'll pay!'
Emerging from the box, her hands shaking, her palms wet with fear, Hannah gazed wide-eyed at her pursuers. Her nightmare had become reality, and she cursed herself for her mistakes. As in a near-death experience, past events flashed before her. She remembered holding both Fowler and Rebecca prisoners. They'd never have escaped if it hadn't been for Jo - but for Jo, none of the mess would have happened. Her errors loomed before her, but it was too late to rectify them. She knew what the future held now, she knew of her destiny.
She felt Fowler's piercing eyes on her breasts as he walked towards her: sensed his debauched thoughts searing her soul. His thin lips curling into an evil grin as he pressed his erection against her hip, he brushed her hair from her face as he took her arm and led her from the room.
