Submission

by Ray Gordon

  Deep in thought, Smith ran a finger up Swain's wet slit and circled her clitoris. Looking down between her breasts, he gazed at the caressing finger before lying back and closing eyes. Noticing her clitoris hardening, Smith smiled.

  'We could always go to South America,' he suggested tentatively.

  'We could,' Swain agreed. 'I'd like that very much.'

  Moving to the wall and pressing the button on the control box, Smith lowered Swain's legs before releasing her body.

  'We'll have to hurry.' he said as Swain climbed from the table and dressed. 'Evans will be here soon and... Did you hear something?'

  'No.'

  'Someone's upstairs. Shit! I reckon it's Evans!'

  Bounding up the steps to the corridor, Smith ran straight into Evans. 'Er... Mr... Mr Evans,' he stammered.

  'Smith! Where is everyone? Where's Swain? And more to the point, where's Fowler?'

  Smith glanced nervously at the two armed men standing behind Evans. He knew that he'd have to say something, explain the situation - but how? Swain emerged from the basement, breaking the awkward silence.

  'Mr Evans, I'm glad you're here,' she began confidently. 'I want to talk to you about...'

  'Did you release the prisoners?' Evans growled.

  'Yes, I did.'

  'I have a list of their names and addresses, Swain. I think I'll check to ensure that they all returned safely to their homes.'

  'Of course, Mr Evans. We were just clearing up here, and then we were going to lock up the centre.'

  Turning to his armed men, Evans ordered them to lock Smith and Swain in the cells for temporary safekeeping. Realizing that she had to come up with some answers as she was frogmarched down the corridor, Swain attempted to tell Evans that she might know of Fowler's whereabouts.

  'My instinct tells me that you're a liar! Until I've checked that the prisoners are all safely home, you'll stay locked up here!' the dictator responded sternly. Banging the cell door shut, the armed men turned the key and accompanied their governor out of the building.

  'That's bloody great!' Smith exploded. 'Now we're really in for it!'

  'We should have grassed on Fowler!' Swain complained. 'This is all his fault! All this business of taking girls abroad has ruined everything! I should have done away with him on the many occasions that I had the chance, instead of letting things go this far. Time after time I've had the opportunity to get the bastard out of the way - permanently!'

  'It's no good going on about it now, is it?'

  'No, you're right. We'd better start thinking along the lines of escaping, I suppose. This is the second bloody time I've been locked in this cell! Oh, how I wish I could get my hands on that Hannah Kelley! I'd kill the little bitch!'

  'Why her?'

  'Because she's caused me more trouble than the rest of them put together!' Fowler had no qualms about kicking in the back door of number 32 Browning Road when he arrived. The lock broke and the door swung open as a young girl wearing only a dressing gown came running down the hall. Fowler gazed in awe at her pretty face, her full lips, her deep blue eyes, her long golden hair.

  'And who are you?' he asked, an evil glint in his eye.

  'What do you want?' she asked cautiously, pulling the gown around her slim body.

  'The girls, where are they?' he demanded, grabbing her arm and marching her through the hall.

  'Upstairs,' she replied, trying to cover herself as the gown fell open.

  'You're a pretty little thing,' Fowler smiled as he walked her up the stairs. 'How old are you?'

  'Eighteen.'

  'Eighteen? What a tender age! Fancy taking that gown off and showing me your pretty body?'

  'Please - you're hurting me!'

  Kicking open a bedroom door, Fowler grinned to see the girls' naked bodies chained to each other. 'So, we meet again,' he greeted them gleefully. 'You all remember me, don't you? Right, I want you, Heidi, and, let me see, yes, you, Mandy! You'll both be coming to South America with me.'

  Pushing the young girl onto the bed, Fowler unchained the two captives and marched them from the house to his van. Tying them up in the back of the vehicle, he returned to the house to find the young woman in the lounge making a phone call.

  'Who are you phoning?' he demanded angrily, ripping the wire from the wall. The girl stepped back as he reached out and opened her gown to fondle her firm breasts.

  'You've got what you came for,' she whimpered.

  'But I haven't got what I came for. You're one of Swain's lesbian friends, aren't you? You've been having some sexy fun with the girls, my girls, haven't you?'

  'No, I... I only...'

  'Only what?'

  'Nothing. I...'

  'Take your gown off. Or I'll just have to do it for you!'

  As Fowler seated himself on the sofa, the girl faced him and pulled her gown open. Slipping it off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor, unveiling her full naked beauty. Fowler gazed appreciatively at the slim shapely body, the small pointed breasts, the long thick nipples. Lowering his eyes over the slight swell of her stomach to her sparse pubic hair, he smiled.

  'Come here,' he ordered. Moving tentatively towards him, the girl covered her young muff with her clasped hands. Reclining on the sofa, Fowler pulled his trousers down to reveal his hard penis, which pointed to the ceiling in rigid readiness to penetrate her young pussy. 'Come and sit astride this,' he instructed, holding his weapon in his hand and pulling the skin back to show off his silky knob.

  Placing her knees on the sofa either side of Fowler's legs, the girl smiled. 'You're Fowler, aren't you?' she asked, tossing her blonde curtain of hair over her shoulder.

  'I am indeed!' he replied, parting her swollen vaginal lips with his hard knob.

  'Lesley's told me a lot about you. She says that you're good with the girls - good at fucking them.'

  'Does she now? Well, let's see how you rate my performance, shall we? Lower yourself a little, my dear, and I'll fill your tight cunt with my cock. You are tight, aren't you? Only I don't like slack girls.'

  'Oh yes, I'm tight, Mr Fowler - very tight, in fact!' Gripping his penis in her hand, she guided the hard knob to the sticky entrance of her sweet honeypot and gently lowered her body. Slowly his penis slid into her hot tight hole, parting her young pussy lips as it travelled further into the creamy heat of her sex.

  'Ah, that's good,' she breathed, gyrating her hips as she settled her weight on his legs, completely impaling her young cunt on his long thick organ. 'You're big - hard and big!'

  'And you're bloody tight!' Fowler returned, gazing at the thick pussy lips clinging to the base of his glistening shaft.

  Gently bobbing up and down, she kneaded her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples as her muscles gripped the male piston sliding in and out of her wet sheath. 'I like a man's cock deep inside my wet cunt!' she gasped, moving up and down a little faster. 'A man's long, hard, thick cock fucking my tight cunt!' she elaborated as her body began to shake.

  'And I thought that you were a lesbian!' Fowler exclaimed, watching the slippery girl-milk running down his shaft, trickling over his balls.

  'I like both,' she enlightened him. 'I like drinking sperm from men, and cunt juice from girls.'

  Fowler's plans were turning out far better than he'd imagined. Unable to believe his luck, he decided that the young nymphomaniac would accompany him to South America where she'd become the leading lady of his harem. She would pleasure herself with the girls before attending to his needs, lick their wet slits as he forced his hard shaft deep into the heat of her tight bottom-hole.

  'I have plans for you, my dear,' he said softly, kneading the warm flesh of her stomach. Closing her eyes, she replied only with a sigh of satisfaction as she bobbed up and down a little faster and began to rub her clitoris with her slender fingers. Moving his hand behind her back, he ran his finger down the crease between her buttocks and located her tiny entrance.

  'Ever had a man's long stiff penis enter you ther
e?' he whispered, pushing the tip of his finger past her tightening muscles.

  'No, no!' she gasped as he pushed his finger deeper into the small hole and massaged the inner flesh.

  'Then I shall fuck you there, my dear. I shall push my penis deep into your bottom and fuck you as you've never been fucked before!'

  'Yes, yes! Keep talking to me like that! Tell me more!'

  'Can you feel my cock inside your cunt? Can you feel its head against your cervix?'

  'Yes, yes!'

  'Is your clitoris responding to your touch? Do you want me to lick your cunt after I've fucked you?'

  'Yes, yes, lick me!'

  Rubbing her clitoris faster as she bounced up and down, the girl gasped as her vaginal muscles rhythmically massaged the male organ buried deep within her sheath. 'Coming!' she cried as her girl-juice flowed from her body, drenching Fowler's full balls. 'My beautiful cunt is coming!'

  Continuing to finger her bottom-hole to centre her pleasure between her legs, Fowler spurted his sperm as his penis exploded within her young love tube. Their mingling orgasmic juices flowed from her body and ran down the shaft of his penis as they quivered in the grips of their pleasure. Finally, the girl fell limp, her climax waning as she breathed heavily, satisfied in her lust.

  Climbing from the sofa, she stood before Fowler. Milky fluid dripping from her gaping slit, she looked down and smiled. 'Well, aren't you going to lick me as you said you would?' Dropping to his knees, Fowler parted her fleshy cushions and ran his tongue up and down her wet crack, lapping up the wondrous cocktail of sperm and girl-come.

  'That's good,' she whispered. 'Lick my clitoris now! I want to come in your mouth!' Fowler needed no coaxing from the insatiable young nympho. Parting her swollen quim lips, he centred his attention on her hard bud, running his tongue over its tip to the accompaniment of her cries of gratification.

  Grabbing his head, she steadied her trembling body as her climax welled up from the depths of her womb. Moving her feet further apart, she pushed her open slit hard against Fowler's mouth and unleashed her orgasm. 'Lick! Suck!' she ordered frenetically as her bud blossomed, despatching its sexual euphoria through her shaking flesh, reaching out to the ends of her limbs, touching her soul. Her fluid flowed from her young body, running down Fowler's chin as he brought her to a shuddering orgasmic peak. 'No more!' she gasped, pulling her drenched slit from his wet mouth. 'No more!'

  Moving between her legs, Fowler lapped up the cream oozing from her hot hole until she was dry. 'You liked that didn't you?' he asked, rising to his feet.

  'God, yes!' she panted, flopping onto the sofa and brushing her wet hair from her face.

  'Then turn over,' Fowler instructed, wielding his massive weapon. 'I intend to honour my promise to take your bottom-hole!'

  On her knees, the girl bent over the sofa and exposed her private entrance to Fowler's hungry gaze. 'Come on, then!' she urged, reaching behind her back and parting her buttocks. 'Push it right in and fuck me hard!'

  Fowler could hardly believe his ears - the young girl was lust-crazed, sexually insatiable. 'Come on!' she demanded impatiently, pulling her firm buttocks further apart to display her tight bottom-hole. Kneeling behind her, he presented his purple knob to the circlet of brown tissue. Pressing against the small entrance, he gasped as her muscles suddenly yielded, allowing the head of his penis to slip into her warmth.

  Her hand between her legs, she massaged her stiffening clitoris as Fowler pressed his shaft fully home and rested his balls against her wet vaginal lips. Gasping and writhing, she called for him to fuck her as hard as he could, to fill her bottom with his sperm. Grasping her hips, he rammed his shaft in and out of her defiled young body, using her bottom to satisfy his debased lust - and hers.

  'It's like having two cunts!' the girl gasped as her clitoris swelled and her juices flowed. 'I only wish I had two cocks to fuck my cunts! And another to fuck my mouth!'

  She'd been listening to Swain, Fowler mused as he pursued his bottom fucking. Swain must have told her what they got up to with the girls at the centre, how three men had taken one girl and bloated her orifices with their hard rods, filled her body to the brim with their sperm. Two cunts, he reflected, wishing he had two cocks. What a wonderful thought!

  'Coming!' the girl cried in her lechery, dragging Fowler's thoughts away from Emily Johnson. 'Sperm in my bottom!' Her words of obscenity deeply arousing him, his penis responded by swelling and twitching within the grips of her velveteen tube. 'Now!' she gasped as her clitoris reached its summit. 'Come now!'

  Miraculously on cue, Fowler's piston pumped out its sperm and bathed her inner flesh as she shuddered uncontrollably at the height of her orgasm. Slapping her buttocks against his body to meet his thrusts, she rode the crest of her seemingly endless climax until Fowler's penis deflated within her anal sheath. 'More!' she cried, still massaging the multiple orgasm from her swollen bud. 'More!'

  'I can't!' Fowler confessed his failing.

  Slipping his limp penis from the warmth of her tight bottom, he sat on the floor and watched in amazement as the girl brought herself to another exhilarating orgasm before collapsing, exhausted, to the floor. 'God, that was good!' she gasped, rolling onto her back and opening her legs to expose her inflamed pussy lips. 'Lick me now, make me come with your tongue again!' she begged, parting her wet lips to reveal her red and very swollen clitoris.

  Moving between her legs, Fowler began his licking. His tongue aching, his penis sadly limp, he wondered at the girl's unquenchable lust, her persistent demands for more and more sex. 'Fingers in my cunt!' she cried. 'Fuck me with your fingers!'

  Ramming her sodden hole with four fingers, he sucked and licked her clitoris until she arched her back and shuddered another mind-blowing orgasm. Gripping his head, she forced her open slit against his face, ground her clitoris into his mouth. Unable to breathe, Fowler coughed and spluttered as her cream flowed and her pretty pink girl-flesh filled his mouth.

  Finally she relaxed and released his head. Sitting up, Fowler gazed at the sheen of perspiration over her heaving breasts. Her youthful flesh shone in the light, quivered in her satisfaction. Her young pussy lips were swollen and wet with her come. She was the epitome of feminine beauty - the perfection of feminine sex.

  Moving her hands up her inner thighs, the girl spread her legs and began to caress her outer cunt lips. 'Do my bottom again, with me lying on my back,' she murmured, to Fowler's amazement. He looked down to his half-erect penis, willing it to stand to attention. 'Do my bottom this way,' she pleaded. 'And you can finger my cunny at the same time.'

  Moving between her thighs, Fowler lifted her legs over his shoulders, opening and exposing her girlishness to his now hard penis. Slipping the head into the oily hole beneath her gaping vagina, he pushed the entire length of his shaft deep into her body.

  'Yes, that's it! That's good!' she cried happily, her fingers teasing her clitoris again. 'Now fill me with sperm again! Come in my bottom, fuck me hard and come in my bottom!' Thrusting his hardness in and out of her arse, Fowler filled her hungry pussy with his fingers as she massaged her clitoris to another incredible peak. 'Come now!' she ordered.

  'I can't, not yet,' Fowler groaned in his disappointment.

  'You must! Come in my bum now!'

  Her words of debauchery affording Fowler's penis renewed life, it swelled and throbbed with the beginnings of yet another climax. 'I can!' he grunted in amazement as he felt his knob pulsate and spurt out yet another coming. The girl shook as her orgasm flooded her body, her mind - and as Fowler flooded her anal tube with his male cream. Writhing, bringing out the last ripples of sex from her inflamed bud, she tossed her head from side to side, licking her dry lips and breathing her appreciation. Finally withdrawing his spent organ, Fowler collapsed to the floor, praying that she wouldn't demand more.

  'I must go now,' he said, pushing his sore penis into his trousers.

  'Stay here with me,' she pleaded, her fingers wandering between her legs
again.

  'I can't, I'm leaving for South America in the morning. Why don't you come with me?'

  The girl opened her eyes and smiled.

  'No, I can't,' she replied softly. 'I have to stay here, I'm afraid.'

  'Why?'

  'Because... I just have to. Thank you for...'

  'Thank you,' Fowler smiled as he walked to the door. Glancing again at her youthful body, at her hands between her ever-ravenous quim lips, he forced himself to leave, wondering at the girl's incredible sexual desires, wishing that all women were as insatiable as she.

  Climbing into the van, he turned his head to see his prisoners huddled in a blanket, sleeping. If only all women were the same as that little nympho, he reflected again, wondering what her name was.

  The drive to the small airfield took only an hour. By the time he'd arrived, the girls had woken and were pleading for their freedom. 'No way,' Fowler growled as he parked the van. 'This is the last you'll see of England. The plane will be here at five in the morning and we'll all be off to enjoy a life of sex, so I suggest you both go back to sleep and dream of your friends and loved ones - because you'll never see them again!' Leaving Fowler's house, Julia turned to Emily and sighed. 'I told you he wouldn't be there,' she moaned. 'He's in hiding somewhere.'

  'So, where do we look now?' Emily asked despondently.

  'Go back to the centre, I reckon,' Mike suggested. 'He might be there. Besides, there's nowhere else to look, is there?'

  'I wonder if my father's come up with anything?' Rebecca mused.

  'There isn't much time,' Rose chipped in as they walked down the drive to Mike's car. 'It'll be morning before we know it and...'

  'All right!' Emily stormed. 'There's no need to remind me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...'

  'It's okay,' Rose said softly. 'I know how you must feel about Hannah. Come on, let's go to the centre - it's our only hope.'

  Chapter Fourteen

  Evans paced his office floor cursing women - all women. The announcement of his new laws had resulted in outrage amongst women throughout the country, the so-called fair sex taking little consolation from the news that the correction centres were to be closed and amnesty given to all prisoners.