Submission

by Ray Gordon

  'So, I have the infamous Hannah Kelley in my grasp!' he laughed jubilantly as he marched her along the corridor to the basement. 'Come and say hello to your little sister, she'll delighted to see you!'

  'You'll never get away with this, Fowler!' Hannah screamed as he walked her down the steps to the basement.

  'But I have got away with it! Don't you understand, I've you, your sister...'

  'And Emily Johnson,' Swain lied, squeezing Hannah's breast through her skimpy top. 'The EFW is finished! And you are finished - Ms Kelley!'

  Handcuffing Hannah's hands behind her back, Fowler laughed as he lifted her top from her trembling body and paraded her before Roxanne. 'Ever seen each other naked?' he asked, kneading Hannah's breasts through her bra. 'Ever played with each other in bed? Roxanne, would you like to see your sister's tits?'

  Lifting Hannah's bra from her breasts, Fowler stood and admired her dark areolae, her elongated milk-buds. 'What do you think, Roxanne, my dear? A lot bigger than yours, aren't they? But, of course, Hannah is older than you. Do you want to see what she has between her legs? Let's compare the two sisters, Lesley. Let's compare their pussies, the length of their girl-slits, the fullness of their cunt lips, the size of their little clitorises.'

  Kneeling down, Swain unbuckled Hannah's belt and tugged her jeans down to her ankles. 'Ah, tight red knickers!' she laughed, pulling the jeans from Hannah's feet. 'I've waiting for this for a long time,' she breathed as she kissed the swelling red material.

  Stealing a glance at her sister, Hannah half smiled as if to comfort the girl. But they both knew their fate. As Fowler took her nipple in his mouth, she averted her head from Roxanne. Fowler knew how to humiliate, how to degrade women, only too well.

  Swain licked Hannah's bulging panties before pulling them down her slender thighs to her knees. 'Ah, what a beautiful little pussy! Look at your lovely thick quim lips!' she cried excitedly. 'I'm going to enjoy myself with your beautiful body!'

  Lowering her head, Hannah watched as Fowler sucked on her nipple and Swain licked between her legs. This was only the prelude, she knew. The calm before the storm.

  'What's this in your knickers, my dear?' Swain asked, holding the crotch of Hannah's knickers open for all to see. 'A little white stain. Look. Roxanne, your naughty sister's stained her panties!'

  Parading Hannah across the room with her knickers falling to her ankles, Fowler grinned. 'Face to the wall, kick your dirty knickers off and place your feet wide apart!' he instructed as Swain chained her ankles. Releasing her hands, he held them high above her head and cuffed them to two steel rings set in the wall. 'Your sister can watch me screw you in a minute, Ms Kelley, but first, let's have a little chat, shall we? I want you to appear on TV and denounce all resistance groups as nothing more than...'

  'Never! Do what you want to me, Fowler, but I'll never betray my fellow women!'

  'Oh dear, I thought as much. What a shame to have to defile such a beautiful young body as yours. But you leave me no choice, I'm afraid. I didn't want to have to do this, you understand, but... Lesley, will you pass me the cane, please? I think a little corrective punishment is required!'

  Taking the cane, Fowler gently brushed it across Hannah's rounded buttocks. She tensed her muscles as he ran the tip of the cane down the dark dividing crease to the thick lips of her vagina, enquiring if she'd ever been thrashed before. Biting her lip, she pressed her face against the cold stone wall as Fowler repeated the question and began tapping each buttock in turn.

  'Well, have you?' he persisted. Hannah remained silent as the tip of the cane found its way between her buttocks and pressed against her tiny bottom-hole. 'I'll take that as a no, then, shall I?' he laughed, raising the cane above his head. 'Here it comes, Ms Kelley! Here comes your long punishment!'

  Roxanne flinched in sympathy with her sister as she watched the cane strike, leaving a thin pink stripe across the pale orbs of flesh. 'Leave her alone!' she cried as Fowler landed another cracking blow. Ignoring the girl, he continued his thrashing until Hannah begged for mercy.

  'Enough!' she cried. 'Please stop!'

  'What is it, my dear?' he taunted. 'Aren't you enjoying it?'

  His words echoed in her mind. Aren't you enjoying it? Enjoying it? Enjoying it? The realization that she was more than enjoying her punishment suddenly hit her. Remembering the delightful sense of power she'd derived from Rebecca, she now understood why the pleasure had been mutual, why the girl had begged for more, begged for orgasm.

  Stripped of her clothes, her dignity, her morals, Hannah was now free to revel in her degradation, her humiliation. The core of her femininity had been torn from her, leaving her nothing more than a sexual object to enjoy and be enjoyed. Her sister watching the lewd tableau only served to heighten her burning pleasure as Fowler resumed the thrashing, giving no quarter.

  The whipping continued unabated. The burning sensations permeated her body, taking her to an almost frightening level of sexual arousal. Her clitoris swelling between her wet lips, her nipples hardening as they rubbed against the rough wall, Hannah could feel her orgasm coming as Fowler took the cane to her tightening buttocks once more.

  Every wincing crack of the cane sent a shudder through her body, a sexual spasm through her pelvis, hardening her aching clitoris. Again and again the cane struck her crimson flesh, inducing a flow of warm milk to ooze from her vaginal sheath and trickle over the wrinkled inner lips hanging invitingly between her spread thighs.

  When Fowler finally dropped the cane at the verge of her climax, she begged for her clitoris to be massaged. 'Please, I'm coming!' she gasped as Swain cupped the moist bulge of girl-flesh in her palm and located Hannah's clitoris with her finger.

  'Do you want me to masturbate you?' Swain asked as she gently stroked the swelling protrusion. 'Do you want to come?'

  'God, yes, please make me come!' Hannah cried as milky globules of sex-juice oozed from her hot cavern into the dyke's palm.

  'Before you continue,' Fowler interrupted, sliding a cupboard door open, 'I've got a little surprise for you.'

  Taking a steel band, he fastened it around Hannah's waist and returned to the cupboard. Turning her head, Hannah watched in terror as, wielding two curved steel rods, he slipped them between her legs, attaching the ends to the back and front of the waistband. 'There,' he leered, pulling the rods apart. 'These will hold your pussy lips wide open, and your buttocks.'

  Making an adjustment, he grinned wickedly as the rods pushed harder against her pubic bone. Pulling the rods apart, spreading her thick wet lips to reveal the dark entrance to her vagina, he tightened a screw and stood up. 'Now you'll always be open and ready for me! Why don't you bring her to a nice orgasm now?' he suggested, turning to Swain.

  'That's ingenious, Ron!' she exclaimed excitedly. 'Now I can lick her sweet bottom-hole without having to hold her buttocks open!'

  Falling to her knees, Swain examined the tiny hole so crudely bared between the splayed buttocks. Hannah winced as she felt Swain's hot tongue licking at her crease. 'You're disgusting!' she spat as the woman tried to push her tongue into the little hole. But her disgust turned to sheer sexual bliss as she felt Swain's hand groping between her thick pussy lips.

  With fingers massaging her stiff clitoris and a tongue licking her bottom-hole, Hannah gasped. 'That's nice, that's... Ah, yes!'

  'I can do better than that!' Swain bragged, turning round and sitting between the girl's feet. Moving Hannah's hips away from the wall, she pushed her face between the wet folds of flesh and began to lick her clitoris.

  'Ah, yes!' Hannah gasped as her tiny bud was engulfed in Swain's mouth. 'That's it, make me come!'

  Fowler gazed into Roxanne's big blue eyes as he stroked her inner thigh. 'Shall I take you or your sister?' he asked, his breath on her cheek. Turning her head away, Roxanne closed her eyes. 'Your sister's bottom-hole looks nice - I think I'll slip my hard penis into her bottom and pump her full of sperm while you watch! You'll enjoy watching, won't you?' />
  Standing behind Hannah. Fowler grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back. 'I'm going to fuck your bottom-hole,' he grinned, gazing into her wide eyes. 'You want that, don't you? You want me inside your bottom, don't you?'

  Her orgasm approaching, Hannah wanted anything, everything. She wanted to come, to feel Fowler stretching her bottom-hole wide open with his massive shaft and filling her bowels with his hot sperm, to feel Swain's hot mouth between her aching pussy lips, licking and mouthing at her clitoris. She wanted the beautiful sensations of sex to infiltrate her entire body - her very being.

  As Swain brought her ever nearer to her climax, Hannah could feel Fowler's bulbous knob pressing against her small private entrance. 'I've been waiting a long time for this!' the beast breathed in her ear as he pushed his huge knob harder against her resisting muscles. Suddenly she became fearful at the thought of her bowels opening, giving way to his thick shaft. But her apprehension faded as her clitoris swelled in Swain's mouth and simultaneously, her muscles allowed Fowler's cock-eye to peep inside her body.

  Gently, slowly, the hard knob drove deeper into Hannah's soft tube, filling and stretching her. Rolling her eyes with the euphoric pleasure between her legs, she forgot about Roxanne, about Emily, about the group. Now, her only concern was for her swelling clitoris. As Fowler pressed the last inch of his massive shaft home, she gasped at the delightful sensation of his heavy balls brushing against her delicate skin, his hairy stomach pressed against her rounded buttocks. Her bowels stretched to capacity, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply in her debauchery.

  'There, it's right in,' he blew in her ear. 'Right in to the root, my girl! Tell me, how does it feel?'

  'Good, it feels good! Ah, God, I'm coming! Fuck me there!'

  'You are indeed coming! And now I'm going to come, too! I'm going to come inside your bottom-hole, you'll enjoy that, won't you?'

  'Yes, yes! Fuck me, do it hard!'

  Watching Hannah writhe and cry out her pleasure disturbed Roxanne. But to her horror, she found herself fantasizing, imagining herself between her sister's legs, licking, sucking a climax from her engorged clitoris. She pictured Fowler's hard rod buried deep within her own bottom-hole, fucking her there.

  'Do it to me!' Roxanne entreated in her sexual frenzy. 'I want you to do that to me!'

  'Oh, I will, my dear!' Fowler groaned as his shaft thrust home again. 'Believe me, I will!'

  Hannah closed her eyes and tossed her head back as her clitoris ballooned and throbbed with the beginnings of orgasm. 'Coming, coming...' she gasped as Fowler's hard knob suddenly twitched and swelled inside her and Swain flicked her tongue faster over the tip of her clitoris.

  'Ah, that's it!' Fowler breathed as he thrust faster and pumped his sperm deep into the girl's quivering body. 'Filling you... Ah, I'm filling your tight bottom-hole!'

  Her body rigid, Hannah held her breath as her orgasm erupted from her clitoris and bathed her in its sexual ecstasy. Her juices flowing, her cum-bud pulsing, her bottom hot with sperm, she hung from her chains panting her obscenities. 'Yes, yes, fuck me!' she gasped as Fowler made one final thrust, stretching her small tube before slowly withdrawing his penis. 'Fuck my bottom!'

  Drinking the milky juices as they flowed from Hannah's hole, Swain finished by licking the entire length of her groove, sending the last ripples of sex through the consumed body. 'And now for your bottom,' the lesbian crowed as Fowler moved away. Positioning herself behind Hannah, she licked up and down the dark crease between her splayed buttocks before focusing on the sperm oozing from the circlet of brown tissue. 'Nice,' Swain breathed as she lapped up the sperm. 'We must do this again, my dear.'

  As Fowler stood by the table and offered his limp, wet penis to Roxanne's mouth, the door swung open. Gazing at the man's penis pressed against the girl's lips, Evans frowned. 'What the hell's going on here?' he asked angrily, his eyes turning to Swain.

  'We were just...' Fowler began, zipping up his trousers.

  'Just what?'

  'Just trying to get some information from these two,' Swain volunteered, standing up and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

  'I've seen everything now!' Evans blasted as he ran down the steps. 'Did you know that, while you've both been enjoying yourselves, the EFW have contacted me to say that they have my wife held prisoner?'

  'But they can't have!' Fowler argued.

  'Why can't they?'

  'Because...'

  'Mr Evans,' Swain interrupted. 'May I have a word with you in private?'

  'Yes, I think I'd better hear what you both have to say about this!' Evans returned, climbing the stairs.

  'In my office, Mr Evans,' Swain suggested humbly as she followed him. Turning to Fowler, she grinned before closing the door.

  Offering Evans a chair, Swain closed her office door and sat down. 'I'm pleased you came, Mr Evans,' she began. 'You see, I want to tell you about Ron Fowler. You've just seen for yourself the sort of things he gets up to. I've tried to stop him, of course. But he won't listen to me. I have proof...'

  'I'm not interested in tales! I want to know how you propose to get my wife back!'

  'But it was Fowler who captured your wife in the first place, Mr Evans.'

  'What are you talking about, woman? That Emily Johnson girl called me on the radio and told me that it was you who had my wife held prisoner at your house, that it was you who sent her off into the woods to find Kelley!'

  'No...'

  'Was it Ron who sent my daughter on some ridiculous mission to capture Kelley? No, it was you. Was it Ron who sent my wife after Kelley? No, it was you!'

  'But, Mr Evans!'

  'There are no "buts", Swain, only the plain facts!' Evans stormed as he left the office.

  'If you'll just allow me to explain...'

  Bounding down the basement steps, Evans ordered Fowler to leave. 'I'll deal with these two!' he shouted. 'I'll make them talk!'

  'But Richard...' Fowler stammered as he climbed the steps.

  'Get out, Ron! Your so-called methods have proved to be bloody useless, so I'll have to deal with the problem!' Crossing the room towards Hannah, Evans smiled. 'We meet again, Hannah,' he said, brushing her long blonde hair with his hand. 'Now then, let's talk, shall we?'

  'Yes, let's! Firstly, you didn't release Emily, as you said you would, and...'

  'But I gave the order, I told Fowler.'

  'A lot of good that did!'

  'Fowler may have strange ways, but he's not so bad.'

  'Not so bad? You saw what he was doing!'

  'Yes, I did. He's a man, I'm a man, and you have a wonderful body, Hannah. I can't blame Ron for... Well, you know what I mean.'

  'Yes I know all right! You're as bad as Fowler! And I thought...'

  'What, Hannah? What did you think?'

  'Nothing.'

  'Come on, tell me.'

  'I thought... When we met and you asked me out for a meal, I thought that we might become...'

  'Friends?'

  'Yes, I suppose so.'

  'But we still can,' he replied, stroking her buttocks.

  'Don't touch me! If you do, then you're as bad as Fowler!'

  'But I'm a man, Hannah, and you're a very beautiful young lady. And your sister, she's most beautiful, too. Now then, you can either tell me where my wife and daughter are, or...'

  'Or you'll screw me, and Roxanne?'

  Taking Hannah's breast in his hand, Evans squeezed her nipple. Running his fingers down over her stomach, he stopped short of her open groove as she turned her head to look into his eyes. Wondering if he really was as bad as Fowler, she moved her lips close to his and closed her eyes, her stomach fluttering as their lips met, their tongues touched.

  'I want you to...' Hannah began as their lips parted. 'Hannah, I... What do you want, Fowler?' Evans demanded angrily as the door opened.

  'Richard, I have some news concerning your wife. We know where she is. Come up to my office, will you?'

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  'I can't blame you for not speaking to me,' Jo said tearfully, looking up at Emily. 'But you could at least cover me up.'

  'No, it's all part of Hannah's punishment, you see. For all that you've done, the humiliation of being tied to the bed, naked, is only the beginning of your punishment as far as I'm concerned!'

  'But I need the loo - and I'm hungry!'

  'Good, it serves you right if you piss yourself - and starve! Anyway, I'm going out. It's time we resumed our campaign, so I'm going on a sabotage mission.'

  'Where are you going?' Julia asked, covering Jo with a blanket.

  'To blow something up!' Emily announced, ripping off the cover. 'I need to vent my anger, so what better way than to blast something to pieces?' Taking the monorail to London, Emily clutched her leather bag, wondering where to plant the bomb. She'd had it in her mind to destroy a communications satellite dish, but as the train glided across the outskirts of the city, she changed her mind.

  'Women to be banned from pubs,' she breathed, reading an electronic newsboard.

  'Whatever next?' the woman opposite remarked.

  'God only knows! We can't work, and now we can't even enjoy a drink in a pub!'

  'And what about this business of enforced sterilization for all women with children?'

  'I didn't know about that!'

  'Oh yes, I heard it on the news this morning.'

  Her anger rising, Emily left the station and made her way to Westminster. Feeling alone in the fight for women's rights, she sat on a bench and gazed into the murky waters of the Thames. 'What's the bloody point?' she muttered, turning her gaze to the Houses of Parliament. 'Guy Fawkes did it, and look what happened to him!' Mesmerized by the endless rows of brightly lit leaded windows in the historic building, she had an idea. 'I'll put their bloody lights out!' she decided aloud, rising to her feet.

  Locating the nearest electricity sub-station, she planted the bomb and set the timer before returning to the bench. 'Five minutes, Mr Evans, and you'll be plunged into darkness,' she whispered, gazing at the lights.