by Ray Gordon
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.
'Yes, yes!' The words fell from Hannah's lips as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, swimming in the ever rising sensations emanating between her thighs. 'Coming now!' she called, as if warning Emily of the imminent explosion of orgasm.
With juices flowing down her chin as she worked her tongue over the swelling bud, Emily swallowed hard as Hannah shuddered and ground her open flesh into her accommodating mouth. Barely able to breathe, Emily sucked and mouthed the orgasm from Hannah's convulsing body until she had shuddered her last shudder of lust and fallen to the ground to curl into a ball, satisfied as never before.
Both girls gasping for air, they rolled over and clung to each other, with love in their hearts. Kissing, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, their arousal heightened again, driving them to grope for their crevices, finger the wet entrances there.
Turning round, they kissed each other's smooth thighs, mouthed and nibbled the soft swelling of their pussy lips, sought their buds with their tongues. In a wild sexual frenzy, stretching lips apart, lapping up the juices of their nearing orgasms, their ecstasy was halted by approaching voices.
Leaping to their feet and dressing quickly, they dashed for the cover of some nearby bushes and waited.
'It's all right, it's only Mary and Jo,' Hannah whispered as the girls came into view.
'What were you doing hiding in there?' Mary asked as Hannah emerged from the bushes, her heart still banging in her chest, her face flushed with sex - with guilt.
'Just that!' Hannah laughed nervously. 'Hiding.'
'You look as if you've been dragged through the bushes, not hiding in them!' Jo observed. 'And your face is all wet!'
Hannah's face reddened further as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. A bunch of lesbians - the beautiful words wouldn't leave her mind. God, if only they knew, she thought guiltily. What had possessed her to do such a thing? Sixty-nine with another woman - with Emily, her friend! She didn't know why she'd done it - in the wake of her lesbian-induced climax, she didn't need to know why.
'The national grid transformer's gone,' Mary imparted gleefully, dragging Hannah's thoughts away from Emily's baby-soft pussy lips, her hard clitoris. 'Emily would have been...'
'I would have been what?' Emily asked as she leaped from the bushes and embraced Mary.
'You're back!'
'Looks like it.'
'How did you... I mean, what...'
'I'll tell you both later. Now, let's get back, shall we? There's a lot to be done.'
'Evans called on the radio, by the way. He wants to talk,' Mary revealed.
'I'm 'not surprised! You've met Rebecca, then?' Hannah asked, her full lips smiling slightly as she caught Emily's eye.
'Yes. You shouldn't have left her there alone. We wondered who the hell she was when we walked in! I mean, a naked girl tied to the bed isn't the sort of thing you expect to find, is it?'
'No, you're right,' Hannah replied. 'We only went for a short walk to...'
'To what?' Mary asked, her smile fading.
'Nothing. Anyway, you wanted some leave after this job, didn't you?'
'Yes, I'll just collect a couple of things and then get off, if that's all right? I'll only be a few days.'
'Okay. Come on, Jo, let's go and give Evans a call.' Ron Fowler pushed a portable machine into the room and grinned at the young black girl. She turned her head and stared in awe at the device as he took two electrodes and pressed them onto her temples.
'This is an interesting gadget,' he observed, pressing a button. 'I've only just requisitioned it from the sexual behaviour research unit at the National Hospital so I haven't had a chance to try it out yet - but it should prove to be very interesting indeed.'
'What does it do?' the girl asked fearfully, her eyes wide with terror as Fowler leaned over her body to suck her dark nipple into his mouth.
'You know the pleasure centre in the brain? Well, it controls it,' he replied. 'A series of electrical impulses stimulate the pleasure centre causing... Well, let's switch on and see, shall we?'
Julia trembled as Fowler flicked a switch before pulling up the chair and sitting between her splayed legs. Parting her thick, dark vaginal lips, he contemplated her pinken clitoris and waited. Within seconds, her pussy lips swelled, revealing her growing bud. Fowler focused his narrow eyes on the girl's visibly pulsating clitoris, his trousers bulging with his rampant erection. Breathing heavily, Julia quivered as a powerful orgasm quickly approached.
'God, no!' she cried as her bud suddenly swelled and erupted. 'Ah, ah, no, no! I can't...' On and on the waves of orgasm swept through her dark young body, drenching her pulsing sheath with her milky juices. 'No more!'
Watching the slippery fluid flow from her open love-hole, Fowler rose and pulled his hard penis from his trousers. 'You like it?' he asked as he pressed his purple knob deep into her spasming sheath. 'It will bring you one climax after another,' he promised, ramming her body as she swung from her chains. 'Directly controlling your pleasure centre, you'll have hundreds of multiple orgasms without so much as touching your clitoris!'
Julia rocked back and forth as he rammed her love-sheath with his hard shaft. Her body aching, her clitoris throbbing, she tried to turn her thoughts away from the beautiful debauchery, but she had no control. Again and again her clitoris swelled and erupted, engulfing her entire body in the beautiful grip of orgasm.
'Ah, coming!' Fowler grunted as he grabbed her hips and swung her on her chains to meet his thrusts. 'I'm coming in your cunt!' His hot sperm gushing now, he made his last thrusts into the girl's shuddering body, filling her young sheath until it overflowed
with his male cream.
Slipping his glistening shaft from her inflamed nest, he collapsed on the chair and regained his breath. 'How many orgasms have you had now?' he asked, watching her rosebud enlarge and pulsate again.
'Please, no more! I'll tell you... Ah, I'm coming! Please, switch it off, I'll tell you everything!'
Flicking the switch off, Fowler grinned and hung his wet limp penis near to her full mouth. Pulling her head back as she turned away he pressed the flaccid knob to her lips. 'Tell me everything!' he demanded threateningly, wiping the cocktail of sperm and warm juice over her pursed lips. 'Tell me all you know, and then you can enjoy me coming in your mouth.'
'You disgust me! I'm saying nothing until you let me go!'
'In that case, I'll switch the machine on again.'
'No, no! All right, but please release me when I've told you all I know.'
Julia sighed and turned her head away from Fowler's penis. 'Before I speak my words of betrayal, I have to tell you that Swain has tried to get information out of me so that she can take your job. She wants all the praise so that Evans puts her in charge of the centres. I hate Swain, the things she's done to me! I'll tell you - I'll betray Hannah Kelley - but only if you promise that you'll go alone to her base.'
'I've always been suspicious of that fat cow, Swain. Tell me everything you know and I'll see that you're released. You can trust me.'
'Trust you? I doubt it! But promise me that you'll go alone to get Hannah - and don't hurt her.'
'Trust me. Now, tell me where she is.' With dusk falling on the forest, Hannah prepared for bed, ruminating on the comfortable flat she'd left behind, her friends, her family - her job. All had gone now, sacrificed for the cause. But it would be worth it, she knew. The day would come when she would stand before the nation and announce the freedom of women. But that day was a long way off.
Her thoughts returning to the fight, Hannah closed her eyes. Planning to rise at four to dispatch three girls to destroy a communications satellite dish at Crowborough, she needed her sleep. She'd wanted to sleep with Emily but there was no privacy in the poky underground chamber - no privacy for love.