by Ray Gordon
On cue, the explosion was small but effective, knocking out not only the power supply to Westminster, but a good deal of the surrounding area. Happy with her work, Emily was about to leave her vantage point when a male voice startled her.
'You took a risk, love!'
'What do you mean?' she asked, turning to see a young man walking towards her.
'Blowing up that electricity thing, it was a bit risky.'
'I don't know what you're talking about!'
He smiled as he sat down beside her and introduced himself as Mike, lover and saviour of women. Emily frowned as she surveyed his drawn face.
'Saviour of women?' she queried.
'That's me - Emily.'
'How do you know my name?'
'You're a member of the EFW, aren't you?'
'I'm sorry, you're mixing me up with someone else.'
'No, I'm not. I followed you from the forest,' he asserted, patting her knee. 'It's all right, I'm on your side. Anyway, you must have done a good job, there go three fire engines.'
Removing his hand from her leg, Emily watched the wailing appliances cross Westminster Bridge. Turning again to the man, she decided it was no use denying her identity.
'So you know who I am, but I don't know who you are.'
'I told you my name's Mike, lover and saviour...'
'Of women, yes, so you said. But...'
'Okay, my name's Mike Bradshaw, and my sister, Heidi, is in a correction centre. She was taken there because... Well, that's not important. The thing is, I need your help, the EFW's help, to get her out.'
'Which centre is she being held at?'
'The one run by a man called Fowler.'
Emily cringed. 'Do you know him?' she asked hesitantly, wondering what Fowler was doing to Hannah and Roxanne.
'No, I don't - do you?'
'Sort of. But how did you know where to find me? And more to the point, how do you know me?'
'I've seen a picture of you on TV. I knew your group was somewhere in the area of Ashdown Forest, so it was just a matter of watching and waiting. Will you help me?'
Standing up, Emily remembered how she'd been tricked by Rebecca. Was this another of Swain's tricks? She could trust no one, she knew.
'How do you know about Ashdown Forest?' she pursued.
'I live nearby. I often walk through the forest. I've seen you once or twice so I put two and two together.'
'You have to understand... you did say your name was Mike, didn't you?'
'Mike Bradshaw, yes.'
'You have to understand, Mike, that I can't trust anyone.'
'Of course. Unfortunately, I can't prove my allegiance. I can't prove that Heidi is in a centre. I really don't know what to do. Look, I'm sorry - perhaps I shouldn't have come to you for help.'
'I'm going back now, before someone else recognizes me. Let's take the train together and we can talk about it.'
Emily didn't know what it was, but there was something about Mike that she liked. Even though he was tired, he was entertaining, fun to be with. Good looking, single and in his early thirties, she found herself attracted to him. But he was a man, and the fight was against men.
Sitting opposite him on the train, Emily noticed a slight bulge in Mike's jeans and her thoughts turned to sex. The men at the centre had opened her eyes, her body to new and exciting sensations. She had delighted in Hannah's body, her gentle curves, the warm softness between her thighs - her femininity. But she had to decide: choose between male and female. She could no longer waver between the two.
'What do you know about the EFW?' she asked.
'Not a lot,' he replied, gazing into her big brown eyes. 'You must have heard that they call us a bunch of lesbians?'
'Are you?'
'No, of course not! It's just propaganda!'
'Are the rumours about the centres true?'
'Which rumours?'
'Sexual abuse.'
'Yes, I'm afraid they are. I was taken to a centre and... Well, the rumours are true, but you've no need to worry too much about your sister, she'll be all right.'
'How can she be all right if...'
'The abuse isn't that bad. It all depends on your outlook, I suppose.'
'And what is your outlook?'
A good question, Emily thought, gazing between Mike's legs again and imagining his hard penis pulsating in orgasm. 'Can we go to your house?' she asked. 'We need to talk about this.'
'Yes, of course,' he replied, eyeing her nipples pressing through her thin T-shirt. 'There are several things I'd like to talk to you about.'
'Really?' Emily murmured, wondering how to bring up the subject of sex. The country cottage was like a dream home to Emily. It wasn't far from her own base in the forest and she imagined herself calling in on Mike for morning coffee, for a chat - for sex.
'You must have a girlfriend?' she asked, making herself comfortable on the leather Chesterfield.
'Must I?'
'An eligible bachelor like you must...'
'There was someone once,' he confided, sitting beside her. 'But things didn't work out.'
'Don't you get lonely?'
'No. Well, I didn't before Heidi... We share the cottage, you see.'
'What did she do to end up in the centre?'
'She started a campaign. She was a nurse, and she couldn't get used to sitting at home all day, so she began protesting. She got herself arrested outside Number Ten, and that was that. The name Fowler was mentioned to me by the security force. I suppose I do get lonely now that she's gone. Want some coffee?'
'Mmm, please.' Relaxing on the sofa, Emily realized just how much she'd come to miss the comforts of home. She could never return to her flat, but she could imagine herself living in the cottage with Mike. Although fearful for Hannah's safety, for the first time in months she felt calm, serene. Mike treated her like a lady, made her feel feminine, good. But the enforced sex, the hard penises penetrating and defiling her young body, had changed her, altered her outlook.
'It's nice to have some company.' Mike smiled as he passed her coffee. 'Especially female company. I feel as if I've known you for years. It's good to have you here.'
'It's good to be here, it's a lovely place,' Emily said, returning his smile, her stomach swirling, her eyes transfixed by the bulging Jeans. 'Do you find me sexually attractive?'
Stunned by her own question, Emily lowered her head. Smiling coyly, Mike brushed her hair from her face. She felt a pang of arousal as he placed his arm around her shoulder and moved closer. 'Yes, very,' he whispered in her ear. 'It's been so long since... Living with my sister, I haven't had the chance to bring anyone back for coffee, let alone anything else.'
She could feel the wetness seeping through her knickers, sense her clitoris stirring between her swelling pussy lips as she imagined taking his rock-hard penis in her mouth, drinking the sperm as it gushed from the throbbing head.
As he leaned forward and kissed her, Mike gently squeezed her breast, sending delightful tingles of sex through her trembling body. Guiding his hand under her T-shirt, she closed her eyes as he lifted her bra away and rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. Now her wetness was seeping through her jeans and her clitoris hardened further in anticipation.
Lifting her T-shirt up, Mike cupped her breast in his and took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked her fingers through his dark hair as he circled her milk-bud with his hot tongue, Emily smiled. This was her man, she knew. This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Unbuckling his belt, she pulled his zip down and pulled out his long, hard penis, gripping it tightly in her small hand, breathed a sigh of pleasure as she pulled the loose skin back and ran her finger around the hard purple knob. How long had his penis been neglected? she wondered. How long had it been since a woman had taken it in her hand - her mouth?
'Stand up,' Emily instructed, tugging at his jeans. Standing before her, Mike looked down as she pulled his jeans down to his knees, exposi
ng the full length of his thick penis. 'How long has it been since a woman did this to you?' she murmured, taking the knob into her hot mouth. Watching her lips close around his shaft as her tongue circled his hardness, he gasped his reply.
'Two years.'
Cupping Mike's heavy balls in one hand and gripping the base of his solid shaft with the other, Emily moved her head back and forth, stiffening the knob even more, delighting in his groans of male pleasure. Desperate for his sperm, desperate to hear his grunts of satisfaction as he filled her mouth with his orgasm, she ran her tongue round and round the twitching knob and kneaded his balls, bringing him ever nearer to his climax.
With only a stifled warning gasp of his coming, Mike pumped his first gush of sperm over Emily's tongue. Her eyes rolling with ecstasy, she licked and sucked as his seed kept coming, filling her mouth until the creamy liquid dribbled down her chin. Eventually having to swallow his offering, she wondered how much more there was to come, how long it had been since he'd last drained his balls. Imagining him masturbating, she continued to drink until, at last, he gripped her head and stilled her.
Mike's knob twitched against her tongue, absorbed the warmth of her mouth as the hardness slowly left his shaft. Moving her tongue over the silky surface of his glans, Emily swallowed the remnants of his climax before slipping the flaccid member from her mouth.
'Well, how was it?' she asked, relaxing on the sofa.
'God, that was incredible! Where did you learn how to do that? You know exactly what a man likes!' Mike breathed.
Slipping her jeans off, Emily smiled. And what a woman likes, she said to herself, kicking her jeans and panties aside. Opening her legs, she watched the fire of passion burning his dark eyes as he gazed in awe at her swollen, hairless lips. 'Two years is a long time.' she whispered, peeling her lips open to expose her drenched inner folds.
Falling to his knees, Mike buried his face between Emily's swelling vaginal lips and lapped up her milky girl-juice. Parting her legs wider, she gazed at her open body, at his lips locked to hers. 'We can do this every day, if you want to,' she gasped in her abandonment. He mumbled his reply, licking her clitoris for all he was worth, drinking her milky fluid as it poured from her trembling body.
Emily thought she had found her heaven - until she pictured Hannah. Hannah between her legs, licking, sucking a climax from her throbbing clitoris, fingering her vaginal sheath, massaging the soft inner walls. She imagined it was Hannah between her splayed thighs as her orgasm erupted. Shaking uncontrollably, she felt Hannah's tongue, Hannah's hot mouth, encompassing her delicate folds, sucking the pleasure from her clitoris.
'Coming!' she cried as she arched her back and forced her pubic bone hard against Mike's open mouth. The magical shudders reverberated throughout her young body, touched every tingling nerve, locked every muscle. Panting, trembling, at last she pushed Mike away, bringing her knees up to her chest and rolling over, satisfied in her lust, confused in her thinking.
In her sexual haze Emily was hardly aware of Mike pulling her perspiring body upright and opening her legs. The sensation of her wet vaginal sheath being filled brought her back to her senses and she looked down to see her thick pussy lips stretched tightly around the huge shaft of his penis. Like a man possessed, he thrust deeply into her body, ramming her womb with his hard knob, stiffening her clitoris with his fingers. This was something that Hannah couldn't do - something she craved more than anything.
As her second coming neared, Emily slipped off the fence of indecision, landing on Mike's side - the side of the male organ of pleasure. But somewhere deep in her subconscious she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist Hannah, her body, the swell of her soft nether girl-lips, if the opportunity arose. She smiled as Mike grunted and stretched her sheath open wider with his hardness. There was room for both Hannah and Mike in her life, she decided as her muscles spasmed around the ramming penis and her clitoris exploded once again.
Tossing her head from side to side as her body was filled with gushing sperm, Emily gasped her appreciation, her love of the solid male rod impaling the open centre of her very being. 'I love you, your hard cock! Fuck me! Oh, my beautiful cunt! Fill my cunt with sperm!'
Making his final thrusts, Mike collapsed over her heaving stomach, kissing her firm breasts, nibbling her long milk-buds. Entwined in a trembling heap, they breathed their love for each other, made their plans to live together and share the wondrous multi-pleasures their bodies had to offer.
Finally, Mike slipped his limp penis from her hot hole and stood up. Leaning forward, Emily took the glistening head into her mouth, licking the knob, then the wet shaft clean of her juices, before allowing him to dress. 'You were good,' she praised as she watched him buckle his belt. 'I like a man who knows how to pleasure a woman.'
'And you were perfect,' Mike replied, sitting beside her and kissing her full lips. 'Do you always shave?' he asked, his finger gently tracing the dividing groove between her soft swells of wet vaginal flesh.
'They shaved me when I was at the centre. It's permanent, they used an electronic...'
'I'm pleased that it's permanent, I love you like that. Do they do it to everyone? I mean, will they do it to Heidi?'
'Probably,' Emily said thoughtfully, wondering if Hannah had been through the treatment, if her pussy lips were now soft and smooth - ready for eating. Evans returned from Fowler's office and smiled at Hannah. 'My wife and daughter will be back with me shortly,' he said, stroking her hair. 'It's a shame that you didn't tell me where they were as... We could have been friends, Hannah - more than friends, perhaps.'
'Fowler doesn't know where they are, believe me! No one knows, apart from me, that is.'
'We'll see.'
'Did he actually tell you where they are?'
'No, no, not exactly.'
'There you are, then. He doesn't know where they are.'
The dictator moved across the room to Roxanne and lightly stroked her stomach with his fingertips. 'As I was telling your sister earlier, I'm a normal man, and you're a beautiful young girl. Hannah! Shall I take your sister while you watch? Or will you tell me my wife's whereabouts?'
'You'd better ask my sister! It's her body you're about to abuse, not mine!'
Returning to Hannah, he smiled. 'I don't want it to be like this,' he said softly, and with what Hannah believed to be some sincerity. 'Why can't we work together? Tell me where Rebecca is, and then come back to Number Ten with me and we'll talk in a civilized manner, away from Fowler and all this... this filth, this debauchery.'
Seeing her chance of escape, Hannah was determined to take it, even if it meant Roxanne remaining in the centre for the time being. 'So you believe Fowler's bluffing, do you?' she asked Evans.
'I don't know. If he is, then he'll be for the chop.'
'After we've spoken at Number Ten, as you put it, I'll return your daughter to you.'
'Good! And my wife, of course.'
'No, not until my sister has been released.'
'Agreed!' Evans replied, releasing the chains. 'Get your clothes on and I'll drive you to Number Ten. If Fowler returns my wife and daughter to me before... well, you'll find yourself back here, I'm afraid, so let's hope that it's you who returns them, and not Fowler.' Opening the basement door, Fowler grinned at Roxanne. 'Your sister may be free, my dear, but you're not! It would seem that Mr Evans has a soft spot for her, which is a shame as I'd barely started to enjoy her body - her tight cunt. But I have a soft spot for you, for your young cunt - so it's not such a loss after all, is it?'
'I'll be free soon and then...'
'No, my dear, you'll never be free. The plan will go wrong, I'll see to that. By the time your sister releases both Rebecca and her mother, you will have mysteriously disappeared, escaped, never to be seen again. But in reality, you'll be my life-long plaything. I'll move you out of the centre and keep you all to myself! And now it's time to keep my promise, time to break you in. I'm going to fuck your virginal little bottom-hole!'
Remembering Hannah's cries of delight as Fowler had driven his shaft into her bottom, Roxanne relaxed her muscles and allowed the silky head to slip through her tiny hole and into the warmth of her bowels. Her vagina clenching the metal cylinder, she gasped as Fowler penetrated a little deeper into her small private portal. 'You're very tight!' he gasped, pressing inch by inch into her hot body.
Breathing heavily and manoeuvring her hips in an effort to accommodate the thick shaft, Roxanne closed her eyes as the invading organ pushed further into her young body. 'A little more, and... Ah, that's it, fully home! How does it feel, my dear?' Fowler panted, his heavy balls coming to rest against her splayed buttocks.
Gasping, Roxanne couldn't answer as her soft tube was rhythmically opened and closed with each gentle thrust of Fowler's huge penis. 'You like it, don't you? Your sister loved it!' he laughed. Wondering if her fantasies were normal, she imagined that the metal cylinder was another long thick penis, filling her, stretching her young vagina open with each breathtaking thrust.
Gazing down, Fowler grinned to see the tight circlet of brown tissue gripping his hard shaft, the stretched pink flesh of Roxanne's inner lips hugging the metal cylinder, her clitoris protruding from its fleshy hood. 'You're coming on nicely,' he remarked, opening her thighs further and stroking her stiffening nodule. 'The hormone cream is working well, my dear. But now it's time to fill your bottom-hole with my hot sperm!'
The beast's sordid words only added to her pleasure as he continued his illicit thrusting. On her enforced journey of sexual enlightenment, Roxanne was discovering new and wonderful sensations: the once private intimacy between her buttocks now held new meaning, brought her new perceptions, the dormant nerve endings around her distended bottom-hole now alive with sex. Trembling uncontrollably, her entire body responded to the beautifully corrupt coupling.
