Submission (33 page)

Making his last orgasmic thrusts, Mike withdrew his spent rod and moved to an armchair to rest. Although saddened by the lewd spectacle, Emily had also become aroused. She hated Mike for his behaviour and decided to take her revenge.

Quickly moving between the girl's thighs, Emily began to lap up the cocktail of sperm and cunt-milk flowing from her open hole. Responding immediately, the girl gasped her pleasure and opened her legs wider. Knowing that Mike was watching, Emily found a new arousal, a strange desire burning in her soul as she thrust her fingers into the girl's open body and unfurled her lips to expose her little cum-bud.

'Coming!' the girl cried again as Emily sucked her clitoris into her hot mouth and caressed it lovingly with her tongue. 'That's it, don't stop! I'm coming!' she babbled noisily as her bud swelled and finally erupted in its incubator.

Her fingers ramming, her tongue teasing the climax from the throbbing clitoris, Emily closed her eyes and thought of Hannah again. Now her mind was made up. She wanted Hannah, and no one else. The love she'd thought she'd found with Mike had been nothing more than infatuation. His country cottage, his big double bed, his firm male body, had been no more than a strange fantasy.

Licking up the last drops of the girl's milky fluid, Emily lifted her head and gazed at Mike. Her face wet, her eyes sparkling, mirroring her inner lesbian desires, she smiled a salacious smile and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She had found her revenge, she knew, as she looked into his eyes to watch the hurt burning there. It wasn't so much her act of wanton lesbianism as her preference for the female form, so obviously portrayed in her expression, that had hurt him. Now he knew. She didn't want him, a man - any man.

The front door banged shut as Emily leaped to her feet. Walking into the lounge, Derek Hammond gazed open-mouthed at the gathering, at his young woman spreadeagled on the floor, her body open, her wet vaginal lips glistening with recent sex.

'What the hell?' he began, astonished to see Emily standing over the girl, grinning at him.

'You bastard!' she cursed, recognizing him instantly. 'You're the one from the centre! You're the one who...'

'What the hell are you doing here?' he demanded, his face pale with shock. 'And what have you done to my Angela?'

'Where's Fowler?' Mike yelled, leaping up from his armchair.

'I... He's gone, I don't know where.'

'I think you do!' Mike stormed, lunging at Hammond's face with a clenched fist and knocking him to the floor. 'Now, tell me where he is or I'll beat it out of you!'

Rubbing his chin as he climbed to his feet, Hammond slumped into an armchair and gazed at the four angry faces. 'He flew out of the country early this morning, that's all I know,' he finally confessed.

'From which airport?' Emily asked.

'I don't know, he didn't say.'

'Where's he flying to?'

'Rio, I think.'

'I overheard Smith mention Rio,' Emily said, turning to Mike. Rebecca moved towards the videophone.

'I'll contact my father,' she said urgently. 'Perhaps he can get someone to grab Fowler at the airport!'

While Rebecca attempted to contact her father, Mike managed to prise some more information out of Hammond. 'Swain has a friend,' he began. 'Sharon, she's holding some girls for Swain. Maybe your sister is there - at Sharon's house.'

'She'd better be!' Mike returned, releasing Hammond's arm.

'My father's not in his office,' Rebecca announced gloomily. 'I'll try again later.'

'Right, in that case I'll go and see this friend of Swain's. I'll drop you all off at my place on the way, you can call your father from there. And as for you, Hammond, if you're lying, I'll come back and... Shit, we're wasting time! Come on, let's go!' Evans was still out of his office when Rebecca called from Mike's cottage. 'You'd think he could do something to help us!' she complained as she sat on the sofa.

'What can he do?' Julia asked solemnly. 'Short of catching Fowler when the plane lands, there's nothing anyone can do. Apart from not knowing where the plane's heading for, we don't know where the ship will dock, do we? Brazil's a big place. Fowler might fly to Rio de Janeiro, and the ship might dock at Salvador, for all we know. He might have made arrangements to meet the container at a warehouse somewhere.'

'All right, don't go on,' Emily sighed, falling into an armchair. 'I suppose we'll just have to wait and see how Mike gets on.' Checking the address, Mike walked up to the front door and rang the bell, praying that his sister was there. 'Are you Sharon?' he asked as a pretty young girl opened the door.

'Who are you?' she replied suspiciously.

'My name's irrelevant,' he said, pushing past the girl. 'I'm looking for my sister, Heidi, and I believe she's here!'

'I don't know what you're talking about! I live alone, there's no one else...'

Running up the stairs, Mike pushed the bedroom door open to discover a handful of unclothed girls chained to the bed. 'Where's Heidi, my sister?' he demanded, gazing in disbelief at the array of naked beauty.

'She was here,' one girl said. 'But Fowler came and took her, and Mandy.'

'Get out of my house!' Sharon ordered angrily, flinging the door open.

'Release these girls!' Mike returned.

'No, I won't! Now, get out!'

Grabbing Sharon's arm, Mike dragged her through the doorway and into the adjoining room. 'You'll tell me everything you know!' he demanded, throwing her onto the bed. 'Everything!'

'I'll tell you nothing!' she snarled, noticing his eyes feasting on her panties, just visible beneath her miniskirt. 'Don't you dare touch me!' she warned as he moved towards the bed, his eyes still transfixed by the silk-covered mound between her legs.

To no avail Sharon struggled to free herself from his grip as he pinned her to the bed and tugged at her panties, pulling them down to reveal her wet slit, glistening with her juices.

Please, don't!' she begged. 'I'm a virgin, please!'

'I don't care what you are! You'll tell me all you know or I'll fuck it out of you!'

'No, please leave me alone!'

Ripping her panties from her quivering body, Mike thrust three fingers deep into the hotness of Sharon's wet vagina. 'Where's Fowler going?' he demanded as he managed to push a fourth finger into her trembling body.

'I don't know! Please, leave me alone!'

Relinquishing his fingers, he tugged his trousers down to expose his rampant erection to Sharon's wide eyes. 'Unless you tell me where Fowler went, I'll ram this inside your cunt!' he threatened, taking up position between her thighs.

Sharon gazed at the massive organ as it neared her wet vaginal slit and began to prod between her pinken folds. 'Well?' Mike asked, the silky knob of his penis now absorbing the heat of her tight hole. Lying back on the bed, her eyes closed, Sharon smiled slightly as he pushed his penis further into her vagina and repeated his demand. 'Where has Fowler gone?'

Arching her back, she said nothing as Mike rammed her young body, driving her up the bed with each merciless thrust of his insatiable male organ. He'd never have thought that the hunt for his sister would bring him such beautiful, and only too willing, young girls. He pictured the naked girls in the other bedroom and imagined taking them all in turn, using their shapely young bodies for his pleasure - licking their tight vaginal cracks, pressing his penis into the hot wet holes of love between their milk-white thighs. 'You first!' he thought aloud, his balls smacking Sharon's tight arse.

Pulling her top up, Sharon lifted her bra from her fresh firm breasts and began to fondle her elongated nipples. 'Ah, yes,' she gasped as her cunt muscles tightened around her male prize. 'Do it to me hard!'

Delighting in her words of lust, Mike moved her hands aside and pinched her erect nipples. 'You like being fucked hard, then?' he gasped.

'God, yes!' she breathed. 'Do my bottom-hole next!'

The mere thought of trespassing into such fresh, private pasture swelled his penis and he pumped his sperm deep into her now spasming pussy sheath. 'You're a filthy girl!' he panted as he thrust in time with his pulsing knob. 'Filthy tart! Dirty girl! How many cocks has your dirty little cunt sucked sperm from?'

'Hundreds!' she cried as her body became rigid in the grips of her climax. 'Hundreds! And I've had girls, too!'

All thoughts of Fowler and Heidi faded as Mike crudely rammed the girl's cervix, unaware that Fowler had so recently enjoyed her - and his sister. But he cared little for anything else in that moment of lust.

Finally collapsing over the girl's heaving breasts, he slipped his penis from her vaginal heaven and rested, wondering about the girls in the adjoining bedroom. Sharon wiggled under the weight of his body, trying to clamber from beneath him. 'My bottom!' she exclaimed. 'I want you to do my bottom!'

Lifting himself up on his hands, Mike gazed into her deep blue eyes and smiled. 'Turn over, then,' he whispered, remembering Julia, more than eager to re-enact the joy of sinking his rod into a girl's tight bottom-hole. With relish, she rolled over and brought her buttocks up, parting the pale crescents with her hands to present her tiny opening to his disbelieving gaze.

'In there!' she instructed. 'Hard in there!'

Pulling back the loose skin covering his hard knob, Mike presented the end of his shaft to the circlet of brown tissue and pushed. 'It won't go in,' he breathed.

'Yes, it will! Keep pushing!' she encouraged him, parting her buttocks further with her hands.

Suddenly, the bulbous head disappeared into her tight hole. 'God, that's good!' he gasped, looking at the delicate brown tissue stretched around his thick shaft.

'Push!' Sharon cried, moving her hips back to sink his rod into her hot bowels.

Mike watched in awe as his penis slowly slipped into her tight tube until his ample balls came to rest against the swell of her bloated vaginal lips. 'Now fuck my bottom hard!' the girl pleaded, her hips gyrating to rub her inner warmth against the solid shaft buried within her bowels. 'Good, that's good!' she whimpered as he slipped his member in and out of her tightening anal sheath. 'Ah, yes, that's it, harder, harder! Stuff your fingers into my cunt and fuck me there, too!'

Reaching under his balls, he located the hot entrance to her vagina and pushed his fingers into the slippery wetness. Releasing her buttocks, Sharon groped between her swollen pussy lips and massaged her already rock-hard nodule, gasping her delight as her holes were stuffed full to capacity. 'God, you're wet!' Mike gasped as her muscles gripped his fingers and her girl-juice flowed to lubricate the coupling.

Sharon's spasming bottom massaging his knob, Mike quickly neared his climax, gasping a running commentary in the form of expletives as he rammed her time and time again. 'You've a sweet little bottom! I'm fucking your arse! And now I'm going to come inside you and fill your bum with my gushing sperm!'

'God, yes - fuck my arse!' came her obscene plea as her clitoris exploded beneath her massaging fingertips.

Her entire body shuddering, Sharon raised her head from the pillow and rammed her hips back and forth to meet the thrusts of Mike's plunging penis. Grunting with every deep shafting of her velveteen tube, he spurted his sperm into her quivering body to her squeals of gratification.

'Fuck me harder!' Sharon demanded as she rode on the crest of her climax. Mike made his last desperate thrusts, draining his balls, before collapsing over her back.

'God, you're good!' he complimented her, basking in the heat of her full bottom-hole.

'Don't take it out!' she begged as he began to withdraw his flagging penis. 'Fuck me again!'

'I can't!' he replied as he tried to push his rod home again. 'Then make me come with your tongue,' she breathed, pulling herself from his penis and rolling over.

Confronting Sharon's open crack, Mike leaned forward and tasted the globules of honey-dew spattered over her glistening pussy lips. Parting the soft folds, he popped out her clitoris and expertly teased it with his slippery tongue.

'Lick it harder!' she ordered, her slender fingers now pulling her vaginal lips apart until he thought she'd tear herself wide open. 'That's it, just there!'

Sharon's perspiring body became rigid as her orgasm quickly welled up from her contracting womb and erupted from her clitoris. Breathing heavily, she opened her legs wider to allow Mike better access to her inflamed and pulsating nodule, her cream decanting from her gaping vaginal sheath, she gasped her instructions of female lust. 'Finger my cunt!' Suck my clit!

Responding, Mike pushed four fingers into her hot spasming hole and massaged the creamy inner flesh as he sucked hard on her clitoris to bring out every last ripple of sex from her cum-bud.

'Yes, yes!' Sharon breathed gratefully as her body calmed and her mind descended from an incredible sexual high. 'That was heavenly! You certainly know how to pleasure a girl's cunt!'

Slipping his fingers from her drenched vagina, Mike gazed at the young girl in wonderment of her insatiable lust. 'Do my bum again!' she demanded greedily. Mike looked down to his flaccid penis and shook his head.

'Sorry, no can do, I'm afraid.'

'Pity,' she said sadly. 'I've only just started to enjoy myself.'

'Where's Fowler taken my sister?' Mike asked, suddenly remembering the original reason for his visit.

Sharon's big blue eyes gazed up at him. 'I honestly don't know,' she replied as Mike climbed from the bed and zipped up his trousers. 'Why don't you stay with me for a while?' she added softly, parting her legs and running her fingers up the length of her oily valley. 'I could get one of the girls in here and we'll have you up and ready in no time,' she added. Mike smiled as he moved towards the door.

'I can't, I'm afraid, but I'll be back, I promise you that.'

'Are you going to free the girls?'

'Yes, I have to, Sharon.'

'Then I'll have no one to play with!'

Following Mike to the adjoining bedroom, Sharon leaned on the door frame and watched him unchain the girls. 'I'll be very lonely,' she said as they dressed. 'I don't suppose any of you want to stay?'