Submission (6 page)

'No, I don't,' she replied softly.

'But I know that you do! And I'll bet that you know where she hides out. I'll bet that you know the names of her group members.'

'I don't know anything!'

'We haven't had the chance to become acquainted yet, have we? I've been meaning to have a little talk with you for some time, a little talk about what you know, who you know - a little talk about Hannah Kelley.'

Unlocking the door, Fowler grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her from the bed. Marching her along the corridor, he stopped and opened a large steel door. 'This way,' he growled, dragging her down the stone steps into a basement.

A large table stood in the centre of the brightly lit room, beneath two chains hanging ominously from the ceiling. Lifting the girl off the floor, Fowler laid her on the table, fixing the chains to her ankles before standing back and grinning.

'Where is Kelley's hideout?' he demanded, pressing a button on a control box. The girl tried to sit up as the chains lifted her feet from the table. 'Where is she?' Higher her feet rose, straightening her legs until her buttocks just cleared the table. Pressing another button, Fowler watched as the chains moved apart, opening the girl's legs, lifting her buttocks higher. A little more and her body slid along the polished wood until she hung helplessly, her open womanhood exposed humiliatingly over the edge of the table.

'Now!' Fowler growled as he pulled up a chair and sat down, his face only inches from the parted lips of the young girl's vagina. 'Either you tell me all you know, or I'll just have to... What's it to be?'

'I don't know anything about Hannah Kelley!'

'Have it your way.'

'I've heard of her, yes, but I don't know anything about her!'

'Do you know what this is?' Fowler asked, pulling a small bottle from a drawer under the table. 'It's neat testosterone. Do you know what would happen if you were to drink this? No, I don't suppose you do, so I'll tell you. Your lovely, firm young tits would shrink! You'd grow a beard, your voice would break and there's more! If you were to drink this - your clitoris would enlarge. It would grow and protrude like a penis. How do you like the idea of becoming a man?'

The girl lifted her head and stared into Fowler's narrow eyes. His thin lips curled into a wicked sneer as he leaned forward and licked the soft pink flesh between her thick dark pussy lips. 'You think about it while I go and prepare my equipment,' he said menacingly, standing up and pulling her lips open until she whimpered. 'You think about it, my girl!' Hannah Kelley sat by the radio tapping her fingers on the microphone. Suddenly she threw a switch and placed the microphone to her mouth. 'Evans, Fowler, anyone! I know you're listening, I know you monitor this channel, you bastards! This is Hannah Kelley - over.'

'Ah, Miss Kelley. How are you?' a female voice asked.

'Who is this?'

'Lesley Swain. I've just heard that Mr Fowler is entertaining himself with a young black girl. I believe you know her. Her name's Julia Brown. In fact, he's about to force a test tube full of testosterone down her throat, amongst other things!'

Hannah lowered the microphone as she thought of Julia, a close friend and colleague from the television studios. She hadn't realized that she'd been caught. The last time she'd been in contact with her Julia had been working with a resistance group in Bristol. But, Hannah thought happily, she held all the aces - in the form of Rebecca Evans.

'Yes, and we are about to have some fun with the young Rebecca Evans! Tell her father that she's about to lose her nipples, will you? I'll send them to him. And tell him that unless all the women in the Correction Centres are freed within twenty-four hours, her clitoris will be sent to him in a little box!'

The sun sparkling through the trees, the birds singing, Hannah wandered through the forest with Emily. Stopping, she looked up to the sun radiating through the green leaves. 'There's nothing like the peace and quiet of the forest,' she sighed. 'Away from the cities, people - Evans. Oh, God, what am I going to do?'

'I'm beginning to wonder if it's all worth it,' Emily ruminated.

'Of course it's worth it! We're under a dictator! Is that what you want?'

'No, but... Look, crime is non-existent. Every male of working age has a job. Industry is booming. Apart from a few special cases, social security payments have gone, saving the country billions. Never in our history has the economy been better. And never before has a leader actually done what he said he'd do. Evans, like it or not, has done more for this country than anyone else!'

'But think long-term, Emily. For example, actresses - they're not allowed to work, are they? Okay, we've thousands of old films on video-cube, but what happens when we've seen them all a hundred times? Female singers, dancers, musicians, writers - they've all gone. Female nurses, doctors - they're all stuck at home wasting their talents, their lives. And how long will it be before men begin to miss women? How long before they begin to miss women on TV, in magazines and...'

'You're right, I know. It's just that I wonder how many people out there
really
want to see Evans fall.'

'More than you think,' Hannah said thoughtfully as she walked on. 'More than you think. Anyway, that's trivial compared to what Evans has really done. Okay, the economy's good. That's great! But I wonder if the state of the economy pleases the women chained up in the Correction Centres? I wonder if no male unemployment is helping them in their suffering? No, of course it's not! The only way to get to Evans is to expose him for what he
really
is - by telling the world what goes on in the Correction Centres. No one will condone the things Fowler gets up to - no one!'

Walking into a clearing, she stopped and turned to Emily. 'Evans and his cronies call us a bunch of lesbians,' she said accusingly. 'Perhaps they're right?'

'Look, I don't know what I am, Hannah. Walking through the wood naked with Rebecca, I felt something. Not for her, but for the female form, I suppose. It was invigorating, the cool breeze, the sun on my naked body - highlighting the soft curves of Rebecca's body.'

'But what I saw you doing to the girl was... I don't want the others to know about this, Emily. It would... It would set them thinking, thinking about Evans's propaganda. They may even turn against you and I don't want conflict like that, it would disrupt everything.'

'Don't worry, no one will ever know that I'm a lesbian!'

'Are you?'

'I don't know! Perhaps we all are - somewhere deep inside, perhaps we all have tendencies. Look, we're fighting against men, right? How can I ever have a relationship with a man? Men are... men are our enemies, Hannah. Okay, so they call us a bunch of lesbians - is that so very bad? Can women not love each other? Only a woman knows a woman's body, what a woman wants, what she likes. You've told me often enough of men's bungled attempts to bring you pleasure, haven't you? You've told me how men only seem to have their own satisfaction in mind, haven't you?'

Hannah gazed at the ground, thinking her thoughts, remembering her sexual experiences with men. Emily was right, she knew, but to resort to lesbianism? She'd never married - nothing but conflict had come from her encounters with men. They'd been jealous, she reflected. Jealous of her highly successful career.

'I'm growing to dislike men,' Hannah decided. 'All men!'

'I know,' Emily replied. 'So am I!'

'If the day comes...
when
the day comes that I'm running this country, I'll... I don't know, that's a long way off. What do we do with Rebecca Evans?'

'Can you imagine what those poor women are going through now that we've got Rebecca? Fowler must be...'

'What happened to you while you were in the centre, Emily? You haven't told me. What did Fowler do to you?'

'I didn't want to tell you about it, but Fowler... well, he did the obvious thing, of course, and he did things to me that... He's an animal, Hannah - and he must be stopped!'

Lifting her dress, Emily turned to show Hannah her buttocks, criss-crossed with red weals. Facing her friend unashamedly, she lifted her dress even higher to expose her full, shaven pussy lips. Gazing at the soft swell of her fleshy cushions, Hannah gasped. 'You look absolutely... For God's sake, pull your dress down, Emily! I can't... When I saw you with Rebecca, I... It stirred something in me. Not disgust. Well, it
was
disgust, but something else, too. When I thought that I'd never see you again, that you'd... Not having had a relationship for so long, I... God! This isn't easy! What I'm trying to say is that I need companionship, we all do. Stuck with a bunch of women day in, day out...'

'You don't want a man, Hannah, surely?'

'No, no, of course not. As you said, we're fighting against men! But I do need a relationship - love, I suppose.'

Emily sat on the short grass and lay down under the hot sun. Pulling her dress up over her stomach and spreading her legs, she smiled. 'Is it a woman you want, then?' she asked softly, looking up to Hannah's wide eyes. 'Do you have tendencies, too?'

'I can't have a relationship with...'

Falling to her knees between Emily's legs, Hannah gazed at the girl's nakedness, her soft mound, her opening valley. 'I like you very much, too much, perhaps. But I have to concentrate on the fight, I can't...'

'This is all part of the fight, isn't it? Ousting men is all part of the fight.'

Leaning forward, her long blonde hair caressing Emily's smooth stomach, Hannah kissed the girl's soft, hairless vaginal lips. Closing her eyes, Emily stretched out her body, waiting, praying that Hannah would push out her tongue and taste the wet intimate flesh between her folds.

'I think I love you,' Hannah breathed as she kissed the swelling contours either side of the opening groove. 'I think I've always loved you.' Frantically nibbling now, she parted the protective cushions and began to lick the sensitive pink folds as they uncurled to expose the entrance to Emily's wet vagina. Moving lower down the glistening valley, Hannah pressed her tongue into the hot entrance and tasted the sweet nectar honey of love, breathing in the heady fragrance of Emily's sex as she explored the slippery flesh - female flesh.

'My clitoris,' Emily begged, her stomach rising and falling with her pleasure. 'Lick my clitoris!' Hannah moved her attention to the tiny protrusion and pressed her open mouth over the surrounding flesh. When Hannah's tongue began tentatively flicking the hard bud, Emily shuddered and arched her back as the sensations began to build. 'I'm going to come,' she whispered as her clitoris enlarged and throbbed. 'Hannah, I'm going to come!'

Stretching the reddening lips wide open, Hannah licked and sucked, swelling the little nodule until it began to pulse. 'Ah! Ah, I'm coming!' Emily sang as she forced her pubic bone hard against Hannah's mouth. 'That's it! I'm there! Ah, God! I'm there! Coming in your mouth!'

Her trembling body rigid in the grips of her orgasm, her mind swimming in circles around a pool of lust, shuddering uncontrollably, Emily pressed the open centre of her body ever harder against her new lover's mouth until the last spasming waves of sexual ecstasy left her limp and thoroughly satisfied. Her buttocks settling on the soft grass again, her clitoris leaving Hannah's mouth, she rolled her head from side to side, moaning her gratification.

'That was nice! God, that was nice...'

'More?' Hannah enquired eagerly, engulfing her clitoris in her hot mouth again.

'No, no... I can't come again yet. Ah, ah, yes, more, more!'

Quickly restiffening the tiny bud with her tongue, Hannah pushed two fingers into Emily's spasming hole and massaged the hot inner flesh, causing her again to cry out her pleasure as her second coming erupted. Grimacing, her head thrown back, Emily opened her mouth and filled the wood with her screams of euphoria as her clitoris exploded, bathing her perspiring body with ecstatic ripples of lesbian lust. 'I've come, I've come!' she exalted. 'Ah, that's it! Come... Come... Ah, ah, God! I love you, Hannah!'

Resting at last, she opened her eyes to look up at Hannah, her mouth creamy wet with the juices of love, her blonde hair matted and dark with perspiration, her blue eyes filled with a burning desire as they communed with her own dark mirrors of the soul. Their encounter had been brief, but beautifully enlightening. Did Hannah want to come now? Would she slip out of her jeans and bare her body to Emily's hungry eyes? Would she offer her nakedness, her open sex, to her lover?

Emily watched, her breathing heavy with expectation as Hannah unbuckled her belt and tugged the zip down. Her slender thighs came into view but the swell of her panties remained veiled by her T-shirt. Her jeans now down to her ankles, she slipped her shoes off and kicked her jeans aside. Standing upright, the sun accentuating her curvaceous form, her T-shirt rose to her stomach, revealing, at last, the bulging red silk nestling between the tops of her thighs.

Sitting up on her elbows as Hannah raised her T-shirt over her head, Emily admired Hannah's breasts, full, heavy, rounded and topped with long hard nipples. No words passed between them as Hannah slid her panties down her legs and discarded them impatiently. The blonde sparse down upon her mound shining in the sunlight, her pink inner lips peeping out from their fleshy groove, Emily sighed deeply as Hannah stood with her feet either side of her head and began to lower herself. The moist valley widening as it neared Emily's waiting mouth, a globule of creamy liquid appeared and dribbled invitingly from the chasm.

'My turn now,' Hannah breathed as she lowered her body the last few inches to press her open sex over Emily's mouth. Spluttering, Emily lapped up the slippery fluid as it oozed from Hannah's hot entrance before pushing her tongue inside the cavern of flesh to seek the source of the flow. Throwing her head back, Hannah looked up to the trees and gasped as the intruding female tongue roamed inside her, licking, caressing, delving ever further into her quivering body.

Hannah's problems drifted away, dispersed within a cloud of love and lust as she moved her hips and presented her hard clitoris to the exquisite pleasure of Emily's mouth. The ultimate and magical female union was complete, the connection made, as lips locked to lips. Sucking hard, Emily brought out Hannah's little clitoris and stiffened it delightfully with her darting tongue, causing throbbing sensations to rise between her lover's legs and engulf her body.