Submission (2 page)

'It's not Evans, it's Mr Fowler. Evans is all right, really. He had some kind of vision of getting the country back on its feet. He's a good man, at heart. He doesn't know exactly what Mr Fowler gets up to. If he did, he'd have him removed. Mind you, without Fowler, Evans would lose control. Mr Fowler seems to be the driving force behind him.'

Emily lowered her head and gazed between her legs at the silky-smooth skin of her young vaginal lips. Grinning at her tears, Smith stood up and lifted her chin. 'I've not finished yet,' he whispered. 'You see, before Mr Fowler defiles the girls, I take
my
pleasure with them. He doesn't know, of course. Some have told him, but he doesn't believe them for several reasons. Firstly, he thinks I'm too old. Secondly, he believes me to be totally loyal. And besides, I'm his stepfather. Evil as he is, he has to take care of me. He wouldn't want to see his mother upset, you see.'

'You filthy pervert!' Emily screamed as Smith unzipped his trousers to display his hard penis.

'Keep calm and enjoy it. Some women really love it, they say I'm big, they say that they've never had anyone so good.'

'Bastard! You're not big, you're just a sick, ugly old man!'

As Smith's thick penis slipped between her naked pussy lips and disappeared deep into her tight vagina, Emily gasped. He
was
big, too big, filling, stretching, and, to her horror, she
did
find herself enjoying it. The chains around her wrists brought her new sensations, lewd sensations she'd never known existed, let alone thought she would enjoy. Torn between fear and pleasure, she closed her eyes and uttered words of satisfaction as he clung to her young slender body, mouthed her hard nipples and massaged her tightening sheath with his hardness, bringing her ever closer to her inevitable climax.

Grunting, thrusting into her chained body, Smith shuddered and pumped out his sperm as Emily trembled in the beginnings of her own orgasm. Her clitoris pulsating, her muscles spasming, gripping the hardness within her used vagina, she breathed her gratification as her clitoris burst with sensation and sexual pulsations consumed her entire body.

Gasping for breath, she fell limp, hanging from her chains like a rag doll. 'That was incredible!' she panted as Smith withdrew his thick penis from her sheath. 'Let me go and we can...'

'I knew you'd like it. You're the sort who enjoys a real man,' he declared, standing back to exhibit the sheen of her juices on his huge member. 'I only wish I could let you go and have you all to myself - save you from Mr Fowler.'

'You can, please, you have to save me! We could run together.'

'No, we can't. He's looking forward to you. The first member of the EFW group to be captured, he's looking forward to you very much. I'll let you into a secret, though. Make out that you enjoy whatever he does to you, and it'll be better for you. Show pain, and he'll inflict more pain, show pleasure and he'll bring you more pleasure. Put all you've got into it, make the appropriate noises, writhe and all that, and it'll be better for you. Remember that.'

Pulling two metal clamps from his bag, he fixed them to her nipples and smiled. 'Fowler likes this sort of thing,' he laughed, taking two chains from the bag and connecting them to clamps. 'He's a strange one,' he continued as he hung two heavy weights from the chains. 'Perverted isn't strong enough a word for him. I think
sick
describes him better.'

Emily winced as he released the weights and stood back to admire his handiwork. Her nipples stretched, her rounded breasts now taut cones of flesh, she wondered fearfully about her future, her destiny. 'Enjoy yourself,' Smith proffered sarcastically as he picked up his bag and left the room. 'And watch out for Mr Fowler's strange fetish for young girls' tight bottoms!' Hannah Kelley studied the two young women sitting opposite her. Tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she frowned. Then her big blue eyes widened. 'Are you sure, Maria?' she asked the petite redhead.

'Yes, I'm sure. They've got Emily, I saw them take her.'

'Shit! Now we're in real trouble.'

'I think it's Emily you should be worrying about. She's the one who's in trouble.'

'I
am
thinking about her. I know Fowler's methods and I don't think she'll be able to keep her mouth shut, not when... We'll have to move our HQ, it's the only thing we can do.'

'We can't just up and move. It took an age building this place, digging all night every night for months on end, installing the radio gear...'

'You want to wait for Fowler and his men to arrive, do you?'

'No, no, but... Emily won't talk, I know it. And if she does she'll only mention the derelict house. She'll not give away the location of this place.'

'Do you want to take that chance?'

'We could rescue her.'

'No, it's too dangerous. The centres are heavily guarded, we'd never get in, and if we did, there's no way we'd get put again! Emily's on her own. We all knew the risks we were taking, we all knew...'

'So we just leave her there, do we?'

'Yes.'

The two women lowered their heads. Hannah was right, they knew, but they still didn't like the idea of leaving Emily to Fowler, to his torturing ways. 'Three to base.' As the radio burst into life, Hannah swung round on her chair and picked up the microphone.

'Go ahead, three.'

'I'm at green two. Confirm, execute plan.'

'Negative. Return to base, there's a problem.'

'Returning to base - out.'

'Green two?' the young blonde queried. 'Isn't that the power station?'

'It is, Jo. I hadn't told you about it. Mary was going to blow up a national grid transformer but I don't think it's a good idea now.'

'Why not?'

'Because Emily will get the blame. Can you imagine her being hauled up on TV and the nation being told that she and the EFW disrupted the power to thousands of homes? No, we'll have to postpone the operation until... until we've sorted this out. Jo, get on the radio and call in all the units, will you? We'll have a meeting and decide what to do. Maria, you can make some coffee: I think we deserve a break.' Followed closely by Swain, Fowler approached Emily carrying a black leather bag. 'Ah, Smith's done a good job!' he exclaimed. His narrow eyes transfixed on Emily's fresh young vaginal lips as he placed the bag on the floor. 'Let's remove these weights and see how much your nipples have improved, shall we?'

Emily had never met the infamous Fowler before. With a long nose, dark crew-cut hair accentuating his big ears and small piercing eyes, her preconceived image was perfect. Fowler was evil, she could see it - feel it.

As he removed the weights and clamps, Emily's breasts returned to their former beauty, but her aching nipples stood unnaturally proud from her areolae. 'That's much better, don't you agree?' Fowler taunted, taking her elongated nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. 'Now then, Emily, where is Hannah Kelley?'

'Blowing up your house, with any luck!'

Grinning, he turned to Swain.

'Good, she's a fighter, I can see that. I like a fighter, someone who puts up a struggle, don't you?'

Swain returned Fowler's grin.

'I like her
body
. It's so young and fresh. Tell me, Emily, are you a virgin? Do you have a young man?'

Emily turned her head and said nothing as Swain stroked her naked lips and pushed her finger into her creamy hole while Fowler sucked hard on her other nipple.

Slipping her finger from the girl's trembling body, Swain turned Emily's head. Moving her face too close for the girl to focus, she grinned. 'I've got things to do. Enjoy yourself, my dear,' she scorned, kissing her lips before stepping back. 'I'll see you later, Ron.'

'Give me an hour and we'll know the whereabouts of Kelley and her band of women.'

The steel door banged shut as Fowler knelt on the floor and opened his leather bag. Pulling out a length of thin chain with metal clamps at either end, he looked up to Emily's tearful eyes and smirked. 'I like this,' he murmured, connecting a clamp to her outer vaginal lip and tightening the screw. Running the chain round behind her buttocks, he pulled it tight and attached the second clamp to her other lip. 'I like to see what a girl's got between her pussy lips - the little pink folds.' Turning a device, the chain tightened, pulling her lips open, stretching the delicate folds until she winced and cried out: 'Please, don't! It hurts!'

'That's the general idea,' Fowler laughed. 'Now, will you tell me where Hannah Kelley is? Or do I have to tighten the chain until your pretty lips...'

'Never! You may as well kill me, I'll never tell you!'

'Kill you? Don't be so silly, I don't
kill
beautiful young things like you - I use them. I earn money from them, play with them - I don't kill them!'

Fowler left the room and returned with a full-length mirror which he placed in front of Emily. 'There, what do you think?' he asked, adjusting the mirror. Open-mouthed, she gazed at her long sore nipples, her shaven stretched lips, so crudely bared to a stranger. 'I'll leave the mirror there so you can watch the proceedings,' he mocked, rummaging in the bag.

Holding a huge metal ball under her nose, he chuckled. 'This is a wonderful electronic device. It creates its own revolving magnetic field which reacts with the earth's magnetic field, the result being that it vibrates and slowly revolves. Being somewhat unstable, it bounces up and down a little, too. It's a spin-off from the Saturn spacecraft project, but you're not interested in that, are you? Anyway, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.'

Grimacing, Emily watched her pitiful reflection in the mirror as Fowler forced the huge steel ball past her tightening cunt muscles and buried it deep within her quim. Stretched to capacity, her muscles gripped the cold steel intruder, creating a peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure in her pelvis. Pressing a button on a remote control, Fowler grinned as Emily's stomach began to pulse with the movements deep inside her trembling body. 'Well, do you like it?' he enquired. Remembering Smith's words, she nodded her head and made soft whimpering noises to please him - to save herself.

The throbbing, swirling sensations
were
nice, she had to admit, as Fowler tightened the chain to part the wet reddening flesh of her vaginal lips even more. 'You
won't
like what's coming next.' he warned. 'I've a host of devices, some designed to cause pain, and some pleasure. For example, a little later, you'll be subjected to my latest creation, a breast enlarger. I have anal devices, vaginal devices, clitoral devices. You're going to have a hell of a time - literally - until you tell me where Hannah Kelley is!'

To Emily's relief Fowler left the room, banging the steel door behind him and sliding the heavy bolt. Tightening her muscles, she tried to expel the ball from her body. But seeming to sense her intention it rose further into her bloated vaginal cavern to push harder against her cervix.

As the sensations of impending orgasm rose, her young body shook uncontrollably. The ball responded by increasing the vibrations, transmitting them through her taut flesh to her clitoris where they played on the sensitive tip, swelling the protrusion. Gasping her pleasure now, Emily threw her head back and shuddered as her clitoris exploded, sending electrifying shock waves of sexual euphoria through her tethered body. Lifting her feet from the ground she raised her knees and hung from her chains, delighting in the strength of her orgasm, the powerful pleasure between her naked pussy lips.

Lowering her legs as her climax subsided, she placed her feet on the ground and quivered as the last sexual tingles ran through her perspiring flesh. If this was an example of Fowler's inhumane methods, then she was happy to have him torture her all day. But she knew only too well that this was just the beginning. This was the pleasure - in Fowler's debased hands, the pain would come later.

Something had stirred in her, she knew - a sleeping dream had woken. She'd once been a top model, using her body to earn a fortune, but now she was discovering that it could bring her pleasure, too. As her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed, Emily opened her eyes and thought of Hannah, wondering when and how she was planning to rescue her - whether, indeed, she wanted to be rescued or not. 'What worries me, Jo,' Hannah whispered out of the group's earshot, 'what worries me is that the security forces must have known that Emily was at the radio transmitter.'

'What are you saying?'

'That someone here tipped them off.'

'No, never! I can't believe that someone...'

'Then how do you explain it? Two security officers just happened to be roaming around the Sussex Downs and came across Emily?'

'The transmitter is an important link. They must patrol the area regularly, surely?'

'Our surveillance over a period of four weeks was thorough, Jo. There were no security men seen at the site. It seems odd that they just happen to be there when Emily was. Anyway, I think I'll set a trap, give the group some false info and see what develops.'

'Good idea, but I really don't think that any of our group would do such a thing. I mean, why not just tell Evans where we are based? I'm sure you're wrong - I
hope
you're wrong.'

Hannah stood behind the long table. Her full red lips parted, she waited for the chatter to die down. 'Okay, it's not been a good day. As you all know, Emily was caught this morning and she's now at one of the Correction Centres. As yet, we don't know which one, but even if we did, there's little we could do to help her. Unfortunately, the Sussex Downs transmitter is still in operation, but not for long. Diana, you will go there now and destroy the transmitter.'

'But the security forces?' Jo's blue eyes were wide with fear. 'Surely, it's best to plan this properly? Do it tonight, at least, when it's dark?'

'No, I've changed my mind. It must be done now, before anyone can... You know why, Jo. And besides, they won't be expecting us to attack now. No one in their right mind would attempt to destroy the transmitter so soon after... Anyway, Diana, take one of the small radio-controlled bombs and get on with it. And, by the way, use channel 68 and keep radio contacts as brief as possible. Preferably, don't use the radio at all. I've an idea that they've got Emily's radio, and we don't want people listening in.'