Submission (3 page)

'But we
know
that they listen to us,' Jo interjected.

'We don't
know
that. With the frequency hopping system we use, we don't know that for sure.'

'But what about Emily? You said yourself that they'd put her on television and blame her and the EFW if we wrecked a national grid transformer. Or have you completely forgotten about her now?'

'I will never forget Emily and all she's done for the group. But we can't drop everything just because one of us has been caught.'

Hannah watched Diana prepare to leave, praying that she was right, that the security forces wouldn't be lying in wait. She prayed for Emily, too. But there was little or nothing she could do for her, other than to keep fighting for women's rights. The transmitter was now more than just a vital link for Evans and his men. In revenge for Emily's capture its destruction had become a matter of principle, an objective to be won at any cost. Hannah bit her lip and almost called Diana back as she left the underground hide. But no - what Emily was enduring demanded retaliation. Wielding a leather whip, Fowler closed the door and stared at Emily. 'Blowing up radio transmitters is illegal, you know that, don't you? It's a crime that carries a severe punishment, as all crimes do now that we have a new judicial system.'

'Judicial? Is that what you call it? All crimes are reported to one man, Evans: he and he alone reaches a verdict and decides on the punishment. And you carry out the punishment! I'd call that...'

'Crime in this country is virtually non-existent now, and you have Evans to thank for that. His people are more than grateful.'

'
His
people? Don't talk crap!
The
people are terrified of...'

'They can walk the streets in safety, they can leave their front doors open knowing that their property, their belongings will be safe. They can allow their children to play in the parks, happy in the knowledge that...'

'Happy? You don't know the meaning of the word. And no female, of any age, is safe with perverts like you around!'

'Where is Hannah Kelley? I'll beat it out of you, if I have to.'

'You'll beat me anyway.'

'True, but I'll be a little more lenient with you if you tell me where Kelley is.'

Her arms aching, Emily could do nothing to fight Fowler off as he released her and paraded her before the table. The steel ball still stretching and vibrating her inflamed vagina, the clamps pulling on her sore lips, she remained still as he roped her ankles to the table legs and bent her over. Pulling her arms across the table he tied her wrists to two metal rings and laughed.

'You have a fine body, my girl! I'm going to enjoy this!' Taking the whip he dangled the soft leather tails over her splayed buttocks and laughed again. She winced in anticipation as he raised the weapon over her trembling body.

'Where is Kelley?' he demanded as the whip swished through the air and struck her buttocks with a stinging crack. Emily yelped, her body bouncing as the stinging pain permeated her taut buttocks. 'Where is she?' he repeated, landing another wincing blow across the reddening flesh. 'I'll get it out of you if I have to stand here and thrash you all day!'

To her surprise, the burning fire in her buttocks suffused into pleasure, causing her clitoris to flutter, her womb to contract with each stinging stroke of the leather tails. Fowler's demands for information drifted through the air almost unheard as she felt the tremblings of another orgasm somewhere deep within her pelvis. Rising with every lash, the tremblings finally surfaced and erupted in her clitoris, concentrating the incredible pleasure there before lifting her from her tortured body and bathing her in a numbing darkness.

Fowler dropped the whip and parted Emily's crimson buttocks with his thumbs. Slipping from the crest of her climax, she slowly became aware of fumbling movements behind her as her buttocks sprang back into place to cover the small entrance to her burning body. Suddenly her flesh was wrenched open again. Her heart leaped as a hard object stabbed at her small bum-hole. Lifting her head from the table, she turned to confront her jailer.

'No, please, no!' But Fowler had already pressed his bulbous knob past her defeated muscles and was absorbing the creamy warmth of her bowels. 'Please, you can't...' Further his shaft drove crudely into her shuddering body, unhalted by her pleas, by her tightening muscles.

'Where's Hannah Kelley?' he bellowed, driving the last inch of his penis into her body to impale her completely. 'Where is she?'

'Please, take it out, it hurts!'

'Good, that's what I like to hear from young girls,' he chortled, beginning to thrust back and forth.

Whimpering, Emily squeezed her muscles around the solid invader. On the verge of submitting and giving her abuser the information he wanted, her clitoris suddenly stirred and responded to the debauched union by hardening yet again.

The ropes gripping her young flesh, her face pressed against the cold polished tabletop, the steel ball vibrating within her stretched sheath, Fowler's thick penis buried deep in her bowels, Emily was discovering new pleasures, new sensations. 'Ah, yes, yes!' she heard herself gasp in her sexual haze as Fowler grunted and his weapon swelled inside her. 'Harder, do it harder!' she begged, her burning buttocks adding to the wondrous feelings emanating from her tight bottom-hole.

Suddenly Fowler gasped and rammed her with a vengeance, filling her tight spasming sheath with his sperm. Emily shuddered and cried out as her entire body exploded in orgasm, sending electrifying ripples of painful pleasure throughout every nerve ending. Forcing her buttocks apart and ramming even deeper into her body, he pumped the last of his sperm into her seething bowels.

As the beast withdrew his solid shaft from her consumed body, Emily shuddered. Her muscles closing the tiny portal so rudely wrenched open, she lay still, wallowing in the warmth swirling within her bowels. Was this torture? Would this force her to betray Hannah's whereabouts? Aware of more movements behind her, she thought not.

Suddenly, her buttocks were opened again and forced apart as a cold solid object found its way deep into the slippery tube. Gasping, grimacing as it sank further into her hot depths, swelling, stretching the soft lining of her bowels, she begged for mercy. 'Please leave me alone! Please...'

As the object came to rest, a cold filling sensation emanated from deep within her pelvis. Flooding ever nearer to the surface, the coldness finally reached her entrance and spilled out. 'What's that?' she asked fearfully as liquid ran down her legs to pool around her feet.

'Water. I'm washing you out ready for... Well, you'll see.'

The door banged shut, echoing around the room like thunder. Emily squirmed, wriggling her hips in an effort to expel the intruder as her body quivered uncontrollably with the filling sensations. For what seemed like an eternity she lay tied across the table, cold liquid spilling from her body, vibrations massaging her vaginal sheath. Wondering what further horrors Fowler had in store for her, she closed her eyes and desperately tried to remember her carefree days of childhood - of freedom.

'Right!' Swain boomed as she opened the door. 'I think here's more than enough water on the floor. Let's get all this stuff out of it, shall we? Pulling the object from Emily's cold bottom-hole she released the clamps and pushed her fingers into the girl's vagina to remove the steel ball. 'How are you enjoying yourself so far?' she gloated, examining the girl's wet, inflamed lips. Emily remained silent as the most intimate part of her body was laid open to the scrutinizing eyes of another woman. 'Mr Fowler will be back shortly with another one of his little devices. In the meantime, you can bring
me
some pleasure.'

'Never!'

Pulling the girl's head up by her hair, Swain grinned at Emily. 'You have a pretty little mouth,' she proclaimed wickedly. 'And I'll bet you have a nice hot tongue! Do you know where you're going to put your tongue? Do you know what you're going to lick and suck? No? Then I'll show you.'

Lifting her grey skirt, Swain proudly displayed her huge hairless cunt lips, divided by her dark groove. 'This is what you're going to lick and suck,' she grinned. 'How does that sound?'

'Never, you filthy lesbian!'

'Oh, but you will. When Mr Fowler gets here, you'll have no choice. You see, he likes to watch me pleasured by young women, it turns him on, excites him no end.'

'Go to hell!'

'You're going to lick me and make me come. Not just once, but every hour until you tell us where Hannah Kelley is.'

'I don't
know
where she is!'

'Of course you do. Anyway, there's no rush, is there? I've got all day, all week, all month, if necessary. A whole month of you licking my clitoris and drinking my juices - glorious!'

As the she-devil slobbered her saliva over Emily's buttocks, Fowler threw the door open and stormed in. 'They've wrecked the Sussex Downs transmitter!' he yelled, yanking Emily's head up by her hair. 'Your lot have destroyed the transmitter! And I'm holding you personally responsible. From now on, for every criminal act the EFW commit,
you
will be held responsible - and punished accordingly!'

'How long will we be out of contact with the southern divisions?' Swain asked, her finger finding its way into Emily's bottom.

'I don't know, we've only just lost contact. I don't know if the bitches have blown up the entire site or just cut cables. Whatever they've done, this little tart will be severely punished for it. And I mean severely!'

'Good!' Emily spat. 'I hope Hannah blows up all your transmitting sites! I hope she blows the lot of you to hell!'

'You, my girl, are about to have fifty men screw your sweet little bottom! Imagine that, pumped full of sperm until you're overflowing with the stuff! And your mouth! Oh yes, that will be engorged with sperm until you choke!' Fowler promised.

'Your bottom's nice and tight,' Swain added as she slipped her finger out. 'Not for long, though!'

Emily flinched as the door closed and the bolt locked loudly. She knew as she pulled on the ropes and looked around the room that Fowler and Swain meant all that they had said. She had to escape. Only a small skylight let in a little sunlight. It was too high and probably too small to climb through, even if she could free herself. Her fate sealed, she pressed her face to the tabletop and cried. Her role in the EFW, it seemed, was over.

'I've done it! I've fucking well done it!' Diana screeched as she climbed down the ladder into the underground hideout. 'The whole bloody thing went sky high! You should have seen it, Hannah! Boom! Bricks flying everywhere, the aerial mast crumpled into a heap of scrap metal, fire and smoke billowing into the sky! You should have bloody well seen it!'

'Well done. That's good news. And I've some more good news for you.'

'Emily?' Diana asked cautiously.

'No. No, I'm afraid not. But one of the transmitting sites north of London has been destroyed by another group. Evans the Great has great problems, I think you'll agree? But we mustn't stop, we must keep the pressure on all the time. Mary, that national grid transformer, can you do it?'

'You bet! I was ready to blow the thing up this morning but you went and called me back.'

'I had to. Emily... Well, Emily would want us to continue the fight. She wouldn't want her... her disappearance to count for nothing.'

'I'll do it now,' Mary volunteered excitedly. 'I'll blow that damn thing to smithereens! I'll do it for Emily!'

Taking Jo aside, Hannah suggested they eliminate Diana as a suspect. 'She did a bloody good job, and I think Mary's all right, so that just leaves...'

'That just leaves fifteen others by my reckoning. There's no way you can eliminate all of them.'

'I don't have to. Most of the group aren't in on the planning, are they? They do their jobs, the food and supplies - they know nothing about our plans. And talking of plans, I've had another idea.'

'Oh, what?'

'To kidnap one of Evans's men in payment for Emily.'

'Bloody hell! That's bloody dangerous, Hannah!'

'This whole business is bloody dangerous! Anyway, the man I want is Smith. He goes round the Correction Centres, doing what, I don't know. But he's Fowler's stepfather.'

'Christ! That will piss Fowler off!'

'Exactly.'

'How do you know about him?'

'I have my spies, as they say. I'm setting up an intelligence network. I've already got two girls onto it and they came up with Smith when they were looking into Emily's whereabouts.'

'You
do
care about her, then?'

'What do you think I am, a cold-blooded bitch? Of course I care about her! She is... she was my best friend.'

'Sorry, I know how you must feel. Anyway, I'd love to see Evans's face right now! With two communications transmitters destroyed in one day he must be one angry man! And when he hears about the national grid transformer - bloody hell!' 'What's the latest?' Evans asked as Fowler's face appeared on the videophone.

'Hello, Richard. I'm at the Centre now. I've...'

'What the fuck is happening with that Johnson woman? Has she told you anything yet?'

'No, not exactly.'

'Why not?'

'Give me time.'

'You've had time, and so have the EFW. So much time, in fact, that they've wrecked the Sussex Downs communications link, and to make matters worse, another band of bitches has destroyed the north London link.'

'I know. Just a little more time and...'

'And I suppose we'll lose the Crystal Palace transmitter, the Leeds transmitter, Liverpool, Birmingham, Wrexham... I'm fast losing contact with all our divisions. How the hell do a bunch of women know about communications transmitters, anyway? Christ, they'll be knocking out the satellite links next!'

'I don't know where they're getting their information from. I'll sort out Emily Johnson once and for all, I promise you.'

'You'd bloody well better! Where the hell are they getting the explosives from?'

'I don't know...'

'You don't know much, do you, Ron? For my right hand man, you don't seem to know anything! That Swain woman, could she infiltrate the EFW?'