by Ray Gordon
'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.'
'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 rem
ained 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!'