Submission

by Ray Gordon

  'What pretty red panties these are,' Fowler drooled as he pulled them down her thighs. 'And what wonderfully soft, hairless pussy lips. I'm so pleased that you're here, my dear. How about me slipping my cock into your sweet cunt? Just as a sort of welcoming present!'

  Pushing Emily against the wall, he pulled out his hard penis and stabbed his bulbous knob between her pouting vaginal lips. As his thick member entered her vagina, she squeezed her eyes shut, remembering her time with him in the centre. Devastated, she couldn't believe that once again she was in a sordid basement with Fowler's penis deep inside her pussy.

  'Ah, just like old times!' Fowler breathed as he began his fucking motions. 'I've missed your tight cunt-hole, my dear! Have you missed my hard cock? Well, you've no need to worry, because you'll have me fucking you every day! That's a nice thought, isn't it?'

  Her arms chained above her head, her naked body chaffing against the wall, tears flooded Emily's eyes as Fowler slid his thick shaft in and out of her vagina. Reaching behind her, he opened her buttocks and pushed a finger into her private hole. This was what her life would consist of now, she knew. Every day, every night, until... Fowler would use her until... until I die? she thought fearfully.

  'Ah, coming!' Fowler groaned as he filled her tight sheath with his sperm. 'Coming up your cunt! Ah, God, that's good. I love fucking you! God, you're so... Ah, so tight!'

  Withdrawing his penis, he grinned at Emily. 'You're a good fuck,' he acknowledged. 'I'd love to stay and fuck you but I have your friend outside to capture. She's bound to be looking for you after a while, so I'll go upstairs and lie in wait.'

  Leaving the basement door ajar, Fowler opened the front door an inch or so to lure his prey in. She wouldn't believe her luck, he thought gleefully as he made a quick phone call before relaxing in the lounge. It was only a matter of time before she would come in search of her friend - and walk straight into his lair.

  The two girls had come to Brazil alone, he knew. Evans wouldn't be in on it - he hadn't the time for a wild goose chase. And besides, the dictator had his family back, so he was happy enough to be rid of him, and the Kelley sisters. His inner evil mirrored in his eyes, Fowler crouched behind the sofa planning his night of sex with his expanding harem.

  Checking her watch, Julia emerged from the bush and crept towards the house, her eyes darting this way and that as she approached the front door and pushed it open. Her heart racing, her hands trembling, following her instinct, she walked along the hall to the basement door.

  'It's a trick!' Emily yelled as Julia appeared at the top of the basement steps. 'Run for it! It's...'

  'Ah, Julia!' Fowler purred as he closed and locked the basement door behind him. 'How good of you to come, my dear. And believe me, you'll be coming quite often now that we're together again! Now I have all my beauties under one roof!'

  'We didn't come here alone,' Julia said shakily as Fowler marched her down the steps.

  'Of course you did! While I was awaiting your most welcome arrival, I checked with the airline. Only you and young Emily flew into Rio to find me, there were no other EFW girls on the flight - how convenient!'

  'Richard Evans knows that we're here!'

  'I doubt it.'

  'He knows, believe me!' Julia asserted.

  'He might know that you're in Brazil, but he doesn't know that you're here, does he? No one knows, my dear. Now, if you'll be so good as to remove your clothes and lie on my special table, we'll acclimatize you to Rio!'

  Struggle though she did, Julia couldn't stop Fowler from stripping her naked and carrying her to the table where he spread her limbs and tied her wrists and ankles. Emerging through the hole in the centre of the table, he kissed her black outer quim lips before parting them with his fingers and licking the sensitive inner pink folds.

  'It's so good to have all my girls with me again!' Fowler murmured through a mouthful of moist flesh. 'Tell me, my dear, how long has it been since you last came? How long since you had your pretty cunt opened and fucked by a man's thick cock?'

  'I'll get you for this, Fowler!' Julia spat as he stood up between her legs and slipped his penis from his trousers.

  'Ah, how hot your cunt is!' he gasped as he watched his shaft sink into the girl's dark trembling body. 'There, right in to the root! How does it feel?'

  'I'll kill you, Fowler!'

  'Oh dear, all these futile threats are becoming so boring. You don't seem to like my cock up your pretty cunt, so I'll try your tight bottom-hole instead,' he sniggered, slipping his penis from her vaginal sheath and pressing the bulbous head between her buttocks.

  Julia's ripe young body rocked back and forth as Fowler slid his member gently in and out of her bowels. Turning her head, she looked at Emily's naked body hanging from the chains and wondered how they'd managed to get themselves trapped by Fowler yet again. So near, she thought sadly as he thrust four fingers into her vagina and began to massage her soft flesh. So near - and now, so far.

  'I want two girls to put on a nice lesbian show for me this evening,' Fowler spluttered as he neared his climax. 'Two girls, licking each other's cunts! Ah, that's good! Fingering each other! Ah, I'm coming!'

  Snatching his penis from the girl's contracting bottom-hole Fowler took the awesome weapon in his hand and massaged his huge knob. 'Ah, coming!' he cried again as his white cream splattered over her black stomach. 'Ah, look, coming all your stomach!'

  Julia lifted her head to see the sperm shooting from his knob and pooling in her navel. Swearing to get even with him she rested her head on the table again and looked at Emily, then at the row of buttocks lined up ready for the beast's every whim.

  'First the cream, now for the banana!' Fowler laughed as he zipped up his trousers and tore off a banana from a bunch on the floor. 'I'm going to fuck you with this!' Peeling the phallus he forced it deep into Julia's hot vagina, before changing his mind. 'Ah, I've a better idea!' he said excitedly, climbing from under the table. 'Emily, you can eat it out of her cunt while I watch! I hope you're hungry!'

  Walking Emily to the table, Fowler pushed her to the floor and up through the hole. Pushing her face into the soft folds of Julia's bloated cavern, he ordered her to eat the banana. Emily knew she had no choice as she took the end of the fruit into her mouth and began to nibble.

  'Nice and hot and slippery with her cunt juice, is it?' the sadistic ringmaster laughed as she sank her teeth into the banana and pulled it out an inch or so. Looking down over her sperm-covered stomach, Julia watched as Emily extracted the delicacy inch by inch with her teeth. Munching the warm, slippery fruit, Emily pulled the last two inches from her friend's hot vagina and swallowed hard.

  'Very good!' Fowler applauded. 'And now you can eat some bananas from the girls' bottom-holes! And then you can suck my hard knob and have another nice dollop of cream to wash them down with!'

  The basement door burst open as Fowler pulled Emily out from under the table. 'You, Fowler!' yelled one of two men wielding automatic weapons, leaping down the steps. 'Get over there against the wall!' His hands above his head, Fowler frowned as he faced the wall.

  'What the hell's going on?' he demanded.

  'Free the girls!' the man ordered.

  'But...'

  'Free them - now!'

  Taking the key from his pocket, Fowler moved along the line of girls and unchained them. 'We could do a deal,' he whined as he released the third girl. 'Take the girl of your choice, anyone you want and...'

  'Shut it, Fowler - and get on with it!' the second man ordered, pointing his gun at Fowler's head.

  'Who are you?' Hannah asked, standing upright and rubbing her wrists.

  'Evans sent us. We haven't got much time, we're not supposed to be here, so all get dressed, quickly!'

  'If Evans sent you, then why...'

  'We've a plane at an airstrip half a mile away. We had no landing permission, nothing. If we're caught... Just hurry up!'

  Hannah grinned maliciously at Fowler as he released the las
t girl before having his hands cuffed behind his back. 'The tables have turned, you bastard!' she spat as he was nudged up the steps by a gun in his back.'

  'Hurry up, you lot, we've very little time!' the man called as he prodded Fowler through the door. Climbing fast, the small jet cleared the mountain tops and turned towards the Atlantic. 'There's the coast!' Hannah shrieked as she gazed out of the window. 'Look, Fowler! Say goodbye to Rio!' His hands cuffed to his seat, Fowler turned his head and peered through the window at the coastline far below. 'It's back to England for you, Fowler! Back to the centre - as our prisoner!'

  Driving rain greeted the girls as they landed at Gatwick airport. Dashing to a waiting coach, Hannah climbed aboard, her hair windswept and wet, her face flushed. Walking to the rear of the coach, she stopped and her heart leapt as she found herself gazing at Richard Evans.

  'Welcome home!' Evans smiled, rising to his feet.

  'Evans! I mean, Richard!' Hannah gasped. 'How can I ever thank you enough?'

  'You could start by accepting my proposal,' he replied, taking her head in his hands and kissing her full mouth.

  'Richard!' Fowler called as he was pushed to the rear of the coach. 'I'm so glad you sent your men to find me! They grabbed me and flew me out to Rio where...'

  'Shut him up, for God's sake!' Evans ordered his men.

  'But, Richard...' Fowler persisted as he was manhandled into a seat.

  'Gag him or something!' Evans instructed, throwing a handkerchief to his men. 'I don't want to see or hear Fowler until he's locked up in the centre along with Smith and Swain!'

  During the journey to the centre, Evans told Hannah how he'd had Emily and Julia tailed. 'I had them followed for their own safety. I never expected them to find you. Anyway, it's Becky you should thank, really. When we got word that Emily and Julia were in Fowler's dirty hands, Becky suggested flying the jet out to Rio. I'm very proud of her - and you, Hannah.'

  'Why me?'

  'Because... I admire you - I always have, you know that.'

  'Yes, I suppose I do.'

  'So, have you an answer for me yet?'

  Turning her head, Hannah gazed into Emily's big brown eyes and smiled. Was there still love there? she wondered, remembering the wonderful experience they'd shared on the soft grass in the clearing. Lowering her eyes to the girl's full lips, she imagined herself lying naked with her legs spread, Emily kissing and licking her pinken folds. She was still torn - after all that had happened, she still wasn't sure what it was that she wanted.

  As the coach pulled up outside the centre, the armed men pulled Fowler from his seat and led him away. 'I'll get out here, too,' Hannah said. 'There's something important that I have to do. Something that I need to discover, once and for all.'

  'And me,' Emily added softly, giving Hannah a knowing look. 'And me.'

  Turning to Evans, Hannah smiled sweetly. 'I'll join you in London later and... I need to find out... I'll give you an answer later, Richard - one way or the other.'

  Following Fowler and his guards into the centre, Hannah turned to Emily and smiled. Walking down the corridor, both knew what it was they had to discover.

  'This place brings back memories,' Hannah murmured as Fowler was led to the cells.

  'It certainly does,' Emily agreed, following Hannah down the basement steps.

  No words were needed as Hannah slipped her jeans off and climbed onto the table. 'Do you want the chains?' Emily murmured, tugging the girl's panties down her slender legs.

  'Mmm, please,' Hannah replied softly as Emily chained her ankles before moving to the control box.

  Grinning, Emily pressed the button and watched as Hannah's legs were lifted up and apart, exposing and opening her very wet crack. Pulling up a chair, she sat between the splayed legs and gazed longingly at the pinken folds invitingly spread before her big brown eyes.

  Sucking Hannah's drenched inner lips into her hot mouth she became aware of her own juices flowing and her clitoris stirring. Is this love? she wondered as she parted Hannah's pouting outer lips and located her stiff bud with her tongue.

  The warm, slippery girl-flesh tasted good, the clitoris comforting against her tongue. Was this real love - having a girl chained up, her legs pulled open, the intimate part of her body bared?

  Hannah breathed deeply as her friend's tongue ran round and round her clitoris, bringing her incredible sensations of warmth and well-being. Having a female tongue between the open folds of her own femininity touched unknown horizons, a heavenly, consuming lust. The girl - her lover - seemed to eat away at her very soul, sucking out all her ability to reason.

  Now Emily's tongue was seeking her wet entrance, the stretched pink skin surrounding the portal to her very being. Hannah quivered as the girl's tongue dived into her hole and caressed the creamy walls of her vagina. Her fists clenched, she arched her back as Emily licked her gaping valley up to her clitoris where, again, she expertly stiffened the nodule.

  'Coming!' Hannah whispered as Emily engulfed her bud, sucking out the impending orgasm. Using her fingers to heighten Hannah's pleasure, Emily massaged her vaginal sheath. 'Oh, Emily! I'm coming!' Hannah cried as her body shuddered and her cunt sucked the girl's fingers deep inside.

  Hannah held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as her climax gripped her, taking her higher than ever before, rendering her semi-conscious. On and on the waves of lust crashed over her trembling body, bringing her visions of Emily's open cunt forced against her mouth, dripping with the juices of love.

  Her climax receding, Hannah relaxed and allowed Emily to clean her inflamed lips with her tongue, to drink the honeydew as it trickled from her sticky chasm. Still, Hannah was torn. She wanted Emily, desperately. But was this love? Could another woman bring her true sexual and emotional satisfaction? She didn't know.

  Slipping out of her clothes to join Hannah on the table, Emily smiled longingly at her friend as she knelt astride her head. Gazing at the delectable offering hovering inches from her mouth, Hannah poked out her tongue to taste the globules of girl-juice forming on Emily's glistening inner pussy lips. Lowering her body, Emily folded her thick outer quim lips over Hannah's mouth and closed her eyes.

  Exploring inside Emily's open vaginal sheath, Hannah delighted in the wondrous taste of the girl's female sex-juice. No man could bring her this, no man could offer her the sweet prettiness of pouting vaginal lips, the sexual heat of a girl's tightening vaginal sheath.

  Turning round, Emily presented her gaping slit to Hannah's mouth and buried her face between her swollen pussy lips. Now, both girls licked, sucked and mouthed between each other's legs, intoxicated by the loving union, lost in their lesbianism.

  As Emily began to shudder and her clitoris hardened against the lapping tongue, Hannah pulled the girl's outer lips open as wide as she could, licking her clitoris fervently until it swelled even more and blossomed within her hot mouth. Her juices decanting, Emily ground her face between Hannah's legs and brought out the girl's second coming.

  Writhing, shuddering, their mouths locked between each other's legs, the women discovered another sexual heaven - a heaven accessible only to those locked in lesbian lust. Drinking the last of each other's juices, cleaning and preening each other's inflamed vaginas, they finally rested - happy in their satisfaction, warm in their entwined bodies.

  Climbing from the table, Emily gazed longingly at Hannah as she pressed the button, bringing her legs down. Releasing Hannah from her chains, Emily asked her what she intended to do. Hannah just smiled, still lost, torn between male and female. Her journey of discovery was incomplete, she knew. She could give Emily no answer - nor could she give an answer to Richard Evans.

  As the girls finished dressing, they jumped as the basement door opened. 'I'm sorry to intrude,' Evans proffered, standing at the top of the steps. 'Only I'm rather desperate for an answer, Hannah.'

  'Emily, will you leave us alone for a while?' Hannah asked.

  'Yes, yes, of course,' she replied. 'I... I'll see
you later, then,' she added, climbing the steps.

  Moving towards Hannah, Evans took her in his arms, pulling her against his firm body. 'I thought it only fair...' he began.

  'What?' Hannah asked, looking up to his dark eyes.

  'Well... to help you decide... I thought it only fair that I should have a chance to win you, too.'

  'You... you know about...'

  'Emily - yes, I know.'

  Lifting Hannah's T-shirt over her head, Evans dropped it to the floor. Unclipping her bra, he lowered his head and took her hard nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. Hannah gasped, pulling him hard against her breast as he unbuckled her belt and tugged her jeans down. Breaking away, he knelt before her and slipped her soaked panties down her thighs, burying his face between her swollen pussy lips, lapping the warm sticky juices, the remnants of her lesbian orgasm.

  Hannah stood with her legs apart, gripping Evans's head, grinding her open body into his face as he encircled her stiffening clitoris with his tongue. Is this what I want? she wondered as he stood up and carried her to the table. Gently laying her down, he slipped out of his clothes and climbed between her open legs. His body was hard, muscular - his penis long, thick, solid.

  She quivered as the rigid male organ pressed between her wet pussy lips. Slowly, the shaft entered her, penetrating deep into the heat of her spasming vagina until the solid knob came to rest against the soft firmness of her cervix. Emily couldn't give her this, she knew - this comfortable, comforting, secure man-union. Was it the ultimate? Or just different? Still, she didn't know. Emily was soft, pretty, feminine - Evans hard, rugged, masculine.

  Still torn, Hannah let herself go as Evans's engorged prick began to slide in and out of her gripping vagina. Moving her hips she pressed her swelling clitoris against the thrusting shaft, delighting in the incredible sensations of the coupling. Could she love Evans, a man, and deny herself Emily? She didn't know. She wanted both, male and female.