Submission (28 page)

Closing her eyes, she thought of Emily and the time they'd spent together in the clearing. She had learned a lot about men, and women - and sex. Her problem was that she didn't know when to stop, she ruminated. If only she'd taken more care - controlled her sexual desires and concentrated on the fight instead of... She should have got out when the going was good, but she had at least to try to rescue her sister from Fowler's dirty hands. But hindsight couldn't change anything now, she knew, as finally sleep overwhelmed her. Leading the girls into the cottage, Emily smiled at Mike. 'I'm sorry about this,' she said apologetically. 'But I had no choice. You were right; it was our base that blew up. The girls have nowhere to go. Would you mind if...'

'Of course I don't mind! Use this as your base,' he invited enthusiastically, gazing at Rose's naked body.

'Thanks, Mike. This one is our prisoner, by the way,' Emily enlightened him, pulling on Rose's arm. 'I suppose we ought to dress her.'

'Take her in there, to Heidi's room. There are plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. So, I have the infamous EFW living under my roof! I might stand a better chance of getting my sister back now.'

'I hope so,' Emily replied softly, leading Rose to the bedroom.

Rose dressed in a skimpy skirt and T-shirt and, the introductions over, the unlikely group sat down to breakfast. Emily was a little fearful that Mike might take a fancy to one of the girls, but her fears were allayed when he smiled longingly at her over the scrambled eggs. At least she wouldn't have to explain the situation to Hannah, she reflected sadly.

'Let's storm the centre,' Emily suggested.

'And get caught?' Julia grunted.

'Fowler's not around any more, is he? So...'

'No, but Swain is, and the guards! There are only four of us...'

'Five,' Emily interrupted, catching Mike's gaze.

'Six,' Rose added.

'You're not one of us!' Julia spat.

'How many times do I have to tell you? I'm on your side! I dropped the homing device in the boat and set it adrift. I've told you that! I
am
on your side! And besides, I know the centre, the layout, the security systems. You need me.'

'She's right,' Emily sighed. 'And there's safety in numbers.' Swain returned to the centre to discover that Fowler had been there. 'Why the fuck didn't you keep him here?' she stormed at Smith.

'I couldn't keep him here, could I? Anyway, you said you were going out for a while - and that was yesterday! Where have you been?'

'Visiting some of the other centres. I want to centralize the operation - get all the girls here, under one roof.'

'There's no room.'

'We'll make room! I want a wall built around the place and huts erected in the car park.'

'Why bring them all here?'

'Because a lot of the girls in the other centres have been released - Evans's orders, apparently. I don't want the girls going free and regrouping to cause trouble again. They're to be imprisoned indefinitely, as far as I'm concerned.'

'You want this place to become a concentration camp, then?'

'I wouldn't put it like that. I just want all the girls here so that I...'

'But if Evans has said...'

'Said what?' Evans demanded, standing in the doorway.

Smiling respectfully, Swain offered Evans a chair. 'We were discussing the running of the centre,' she equivocated. 'We're working on a plan to release some of the girls, the troublesome ones, you understand.'

'That's good news,' Evans began. 'I passed the cells on my way to your office and I was pleased to see that the girls are dressed properly.'

'Now that Fowler has gone, we're going to bring some humanity back to the place.'

'Talking of Fowler, my wife tells me that you were both holding her prisoner.'

'Oh, no, Mr Evans. I...'

'My wife's lying, is she?'

'Not lying... she's mistaken, that's all. Had I known that Fowler had your wife, I'd have told you, Mr Evans.'

'Would you?'

'But of course!'

'And would you have told me if Fowler were planning to overthrow me?'

'I... but he wasn't, Mr Evans!'

Rubbing his chin as he contemplated Swain, Evans was sure that she was lying. Returning his stare, she wondered what he had planned for her, for the centres.

'Things are going to be very different now, Mr Evans,' she assured him. 'As I've told you, Fowler was running an underground magazine, using obscene pictures of the girls. He had his finger in many pies. But now that he's no longer around, things will change for the better.'

'I certainly hope so! Where is Fowler, do you know?'

'No, I'm afraid not. But, knowing him, I'd say that he's left the country.'

'I know far more about Fowler, and the things that have been going on here than you realize, Swain - far more! Anyway, where are Hannah Kelley and her sister?'

'I've no idea, Mr Evans. Why ask me?'

'Because I've heard that Kelley's base has been destroyed. It occurred to me that they might be here, under lock and key again.'

'No, they're not. Perhaps Fowler has taken them abroad?'

'No, he wouldn't be able to do that. He'd never get them out of the country! I'm having his house searched at the moment. If he has got the Kelley girls, then he'll have them hidden there, I'm sure. Anyway, the main reason for my visit is to tell you to release all the girls. Release them today.'

'But, Mr Evans! We...'

'I'm introducing some new laws soon which will upset a lot of women. To counteract any opposition, I'm closing the centres. That should balance things out nicely. I want to be seen as a decent leader, not as a man who condones sexual abuse.'

'But there is no...'

'I don't want any more rumours about the centres, so I'm closing them all down! Your debased activities, and Fowler's. have caused me too many problems. The rumours are rife, Swain, and I'm putting an end to them, once and for all! Amnesty, that's what I'm giving the prisoners. I should have done it long ago.'

'But what will I do, Mr Evans?'

'I'd hide, if I were you. When the people discover what you are, what you and Fowler stand for, there'll be an uproar.'

'But the people...'

'When I announce amnesty, I'll have to point the finger of blame at someone! And where better to point it than at you two?'

Swain turned to Smith as Evans closed the door behind him. 'Amnesty!' she cried. 'He's bloody mad!'

'He's far from mad! It's politics, that's what it is. I reckon that it won't be long before you're on the run. When he tells the people about you and Fowler...'

'I'm not letting the girls go free! What the hell would I do without them?'

'Find yourself a lesbian lover, I suppose. Or spend your days masturbating!'

'Shut up, Smith! I need to think, to plan. I'll never let my girls go - never!' Nearing the centre, Emily couldn't be sure about Rose, her defection to the EFW. She didn't like the idea of the girl leading the way, taking charge just because she knew about the centre's security systems. But she had no choice other than to follow - to trust her.

'If you're leading us into a trap...' Emily began.

'Of course I'm not!' Rose replied angrily. 'There are some steps leading from the side of the building down to the basement. We'll be in and out of the centre before Swain knows anything about it.'

Close to the centre, Emily remembered her time there, with Fowler and Swain - and the dozens of men who had so blatantly used her for their debased pleasure. 'I'd love to get my hands on Fowler,' she whispered as they neared the steps.

'Wouldn't we all?' Julia concurred.

'So what do we do now?' Mike asked.

Emily took a deep breath. 'Go down to the basement.'

'What if we get ourselves caught?' Julia asked hesitantly.

'We won't,' Emily reassured her.

'Anyway, we've come this far, and we're not turning back now, so come on!'

Following Rose down the steps, the group waited outside the door until she'd checked that there was no one in the basement. At the girl's bidding, they slipped through the door one by one.

'Right, let's go up to the cells and free the girls,' Emily whispered, climbing the steps to the corridor. Peering round the door, she could see no sign of Swain. 'She's probably in her office,' she murmured. 'Rose, go to the cells and make sure that the coast is clear.'

Reaching the cells, Rose gasped as Fowler grabbed her arm. 'The young Rose!' he exclaimed, gripping her arm tightly. 'What a delightful pleasure it is to see you again! What are you doing here?'

'I escaped and...'

'And walked straight into my arms! I haven't had the pleasure of fucking your young pussy yet, have I?'

Bursting down the corridor, Mike grabbed Fowler and bundled him into a cell. 'So, you're the bastard Fowler, are you?' he gritted. 'Where's Heidi, my sister?'

'On her way to South America with the Kelley girls!' Fowler laughed. 'You'll never see her again!'

'The girls have gone! I've checked every cell, and they're all empty!' Emily gasped as she slipped into the cell.

'Where are they, Fowler?' Mike demanded, forcing the beast's arm up behind his back.

'I don't know! I didn't take them all, I only came here to...'

'Let's take him back with us!' Julia suggested. 'We'll find out exactly where Hannah is and...'

Standing in the doorway brandishing a gun, Swain grinned triumphantly. 'No one's going anywhere!' she boomed. 'The girls are all safely hidden away! Evans instructed me to release them, but I could hardly do that, could I? They're now personal sex slaves. The centre's redundant, as are all of you. Now, strip off the lot of you, I'm going to enjoy this.'

'Thank God you're here!' Fowler exclaimed, making towards her.

'Get back, Fowler! After I've had my fun, I'm handing you over to Evans! He'll be more than pleased with me for capturing you! Now, all take your clothes off - including you, Fowler!'

Slowly removing her clothing, Emily glanced at Mike. Knowing only too well what was coming, she wondered how he'd react to watching another man taking her body, using her for his debased pleasure. But she knew, too, that she'd enjoy the experience. The mere thought of Mike watching Fowler take her sent a tingle to her clitoris and she found her pussy dampening in anticipation.

Easing her bra off, her full rounded breasts stood out for all to see. Her milk-buds elongating, her areolae darkening with her arousal, she slipped her panties down. All eyes were on Emily's pretty young body, her hairless bulging pussy lips nestling between the tops of her slender thighs. Standing naked before Fowler's hungry eyes, her juices flowed freely, her clitoris engorging.

Julia flashed Emily a smile as she in turn slipped out of her bra and panties. Now she was the centrepiece. Her dark skin shining in the light, her black nipples hard upon her firm pointed breasts, her tight black curls barely concealing the pink inner lips protruding from her closed quim valley, her beautiful body captivated her audience. Feasting his eyes, Mike's penis stiffened and catapulted to attention as he slipped his jeans off.

Her captives naked, Swain barked her next instruction at Mike. 'You, whatever your name is! How would you like Rose to suck your knob!' Gazing at Rose's delectable breasts, Mike lowered his eyes to the swell of her naked pussy lips, wondering what the girl would taste like - how wet she was.

'Do it, Rose,' Swain ordered, pointing her gun at the girl. 'Get down on your knees and suck some life into it. I want to see his sperm running down your chin and splashing over your tits, your nipples! And then I'll lick them clean for you!'

Kneeling before Mike, Rose took his rock-hard penis in her hand and parted her pretty lips. Pulling the loose skin back, she engulfed his silky knob in her hot mouth and began to suck. 'That's good!' Swain laughed. 'I like to see a girl's mouth filled with a big hard knob. Now, you, Ms Johnson - do the same to Fowler!'

Having no choice, Emily knelt before Fowler and took his solid penis into her mouth. 'Oh, the poor little black girl isn't having any fun!' Swain mocked. 'Never mind, you'll soon have your bottom-hole fucked by Fowler! In the meantime you can watch the others enjoy themselves.'

Watching Emily sucking Fowler's huge weapon, Mike was about to grab him when Swain caught his eye. 'I wouldn't try anything, if I were you!' she hissed, raising the gun threateningly. 'Just enjoy yourself, and you can kill Fowler afterwards.'

His shaft twitching as Rose rolled her tongue around the purple head of his penis, Mike gazed down at the girl. Her lips around his glistening rod, her hands kneading his balls, he gasped. Rose hadn't had the pleasure of a man for some time, but now she was enjoying every minute of sucking and mouthing the hard penis, feeling the rocks of his balls in her hand, she closed her eyes and awaited the arrival of his sperm.

Emily sucked hard on Fowler's penis, wondering now at her feelings for Mike - for Hannah. After all that she'd been through, after enjoying both man and woman, her thoughts were still confused. But knowing that Mike was watching her sucking another man to orgasm sent wonderful quivers of excitement up her spine. She had no option other than to drink another man's sperm while her lover watched. In her wickedness, she closed her eyes and ran her tongue around the hard knob to elicit her prize, to delight in Mike watching Fowler's sperm running down her chin and over her breasts.

She'd never expected to be back in the centre as Swain's prisoner. And even as Emily enjoyed her enforced defilement, she cursed herself for her stupidity. The only remaining members of the EFW were all prisoners - there was no hope now, she thought sadly as Fowler's penis twitched in her mouth. This was the end of the line: only a miracle could save them now. And it would take more than that to save Hannah and Roxanne - and Heidi.

As Fowler's penis swelled and his sperm gushed into Emily's mouth, she breathed deeply through her nose, delighting in the salty male offering bathing her tongue, lubricating her lips, running down her chin. Her craving for sperm had been satisfied once again, but her thirst for warm girl-juice remained sadly unquenched.