by Ray Gordon
'What the fuck do the people want?' he exploded, turning to his aide.
'The women want freedom. They want their rights, I can tell you that much,' the young man replied.
'But the people have never had it so good! Everyone's been complaining about the traffic congestion, and I've found a solution to the problem - yet, still they complain!'
'Taking women's driving licences away from them isn't the answer, is it, sir? And to enforce sterilization upon them is asking for trouble!'
'What else do I do about the ever-increasing population? Unless measures such as these are taken now, we won't be able to move for people in a few years time!'
'Well, you're the man in charge, Mr Evans. Thank God I'm not in your shoes!'
'I'm beginning to wonder if... I wish Hannah Kelley was here, she'd be able to...'
'To what? I thought you and she were staunch enemies?'
'We are. Or should I say, we were. Look, I have something... urgent to deal with so...'
'Yes, of course, sir. I'll be in my office should you need me.'
Alone in his office, Evans sat down, his thoughts still on Hannah. I can't help you, Hannah, he thought sadly as the videophone bleeped. 'Rebecca, where are you, love?' he asked, gazing at his daughter's pretty face.
'At the centre, looking for Fowler - which is more than you're doing!'
'I am working on it, Becky.'
'Yeah, I'll bet!'
'What have you come up with so far?'
'Nothing! We've searched Fowler's house, and now we're at the centre. Apart from Smith and Swain, the place is deserted. There aren't even any guards. Why did you put Smith and Swain in a cell?'
'I had to, for the time being, anyway. Look, we're wasting time, Becky. We don't know where Fowler is, how he intends to leave the country, or where from. I can't put men at all the docks and airports, can I? Besides, he could leave for France in a small boat and fly to South America from there. I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anything I can do!'
'Okay, but don't expect me to have anything to do with you again, will you? I reckon you're pleased to see the back of Hannah Kelley, that's why you won't help us. You've said often enough that she was a thorn in your side, and now she's gone. You're free of her now, aren't you?' Switching the videophone off, Rebecca left Swain's office and joined the others down the corridor. 'My father won't help us,' she declared. 'Rose, you were on their side once, have you any ideas?'
'I was never on their side, I just...'
'All right, don't go on about it, there's no time. Have any ideas?'
'No, none, I'm afraid. All I know about is the centre, security, that sort of thing.'
'So what do we do next?' Emily asked. 'Someone must know of Fowler's plans!' Julia reasoned, turning to confront Swain through the iron bars.
'Don't look at me!' Swain hissed. 'I don't know Fowler's plans! And If I did, I wouldn't tell you!'
'So you want to stay locked up in there forever, do you?' Rebecca asked threateningly. 'I'll make sure that my father throws away the key unless you talk!'
Raising her eyebrows, Swain looked at Smith, wondering if he had any inside information. 'Well?' she asked accusingly.
'Well what?'
'Do you know where Fowler is?'
'If you free us...' he began, turning to Rebecca. 'Put it this way, I know someone who possibly, and I mean possibly, might know of Ron Fowler's arrangements.'
'Who?' Emily asked.
'Will you free us if I tell you?'
'If and when we get hold of Fowler, yes.'
'Okay. His name's Derek Hammond. He lives at thirty-eight, Oldham Lane, Leatherhead, Surrey. Of course, he may not know of Ron's plans. And if he does, I doubt that he'll tell you. But it's worth a try.'
'He'll tell us all right!' Mike blasted.
'Yes, Derek Hammond!' Rose endorsed. 'He was well in with Fowler!'
'Come on, then,' Mike said, walking down the corridor.
Leaving the others outside, Emily crept back into the centre to eavesdrop on Swain and Smith, on the off-chance that they might be discussing Fowler. Swain's distinctive harsh voice emanated from the cell as Emily edged her way down the corridor.
'I don't know where he is!' she was telling Smith angrily.
'Neither do I! He said something about flying out of the country tomorrow morning, that's all I know.'
'Did he say where he was flying to?'
'Rio, I think - I can't remember.'
'Why did you tell them about Hammond?'
'Because I want to get out of here, and I don't care how I do it.'
Joining the others outside the centre, Emily climbed into Mike's car. 'Smith and Swain don't know where Fowler is,' she informed them. 'Hammond is our last hope.'
'Time's moving on,' Mike observed as he drove off. 'Unless we come up with something soon Fowler will have beaten us.'
'We can go to Brazil and look for him,' Rose suggested.
'Oh, yes, that's a great idea!' Emily replied sarcastically. 'Do you know how big Brazil is?' The early morning sun rising over the airfield, Fowler grinned as he heard the private jet nearing. 'This is it, girls!' he exclaimed excitedly, unchaining them and pulling a gun from his jacket pocket. 'Right, put these clothes on.'
'How will you explain us to the pilot, to the authorities, when we land?' Heidi asked fearfully as she slipped into the jeans and T-shirt.
'It's all right, he won't ask questions. I've paid him well to keep his mouth shut. And we're landing at a private airstrip, so there'll be no problems on that front. Now, come on, he's landed.'
Once on board the plane, Fowler sat back in his seat and smirked at his prisoners sitting opposite him. 'Simplicity itself,' he congratulated himself. 'Now, let me tell you all about Rio.'
'I don't want to know!' Heidi stormed as the plane climbed to thirty-three thousand feet. 'But I know this much - when we get the chance, which we will - we'll escape!'
'And where would you go? Tell me that! What the hell could you do, stuck in the middle of Brazil without passports or money?'
The girl sat back in her seat and sighed. There was no hope of escaping, she knew. Fowler was right, without money and passports they would never be able to return home.
'Now,' Fowler began, staring intently at Heidi. 'Let me tell you my plans, the plans I've made for you both. The first thing I'll do when we arrive is fuck your little bottom-holes! How does that sound?'
Heidi turned her tearful blue eyes to Mandy. Their fate was sealed, they knew, and they lowered their heads as Fowler launched into a detailed account of what he was going to do to their young bodies - and how often.
'We're free at last!' Fowler cried, looking through the window as they approached the coast. 'Goodbye England, Evans and the EFW!' There was no reply when Emily rang the doorbell at Derek Hammond's house. Hearing a small plane, she looked up to the clear blue sky and instinctively knew that Fowler had left the country.
'That's it, then,' she said, ringing the doorbell once more before turning to Mike. 'Sadly, your sister's gone. I'm sorry, Mike.'
'Yes, so am I,' he replied dolefully, looking up to see the vapour trail following the plane. 'So, what now?'
The front door opened before Emily could reply. 'Yes?' a teenaged girl said.
'Oh, er... is Derek Hammond in?' Emily asked.
'No, he's out.'
'When are you expecting him back?'
'Later this morning. Can I take a message?'
'No! We'll come in and wait, if you don't mind!' Mike said, pushing his way past the girl.
'But you can't!' she protested as the others filed past her and followed Mike into the lounge.
'Are you Mrs Hammond?' Emily asked, sitting on the sofa.
'Miss Hammond,' the girl replied. 'Mr Hammond is my father. What's this all about? You can't just push your way in here like this.'
'But we just have!' Emily returned angrily, grabbing the girl's arm. 'Do you know Ron Fowler?'
'I... I've n
ever heard of him.'
'Strip her, Mike - we'll make her talk!'
Yanking the girl's skirt down her slender legs, Mike gazed appreciatively at the swell of her red silk panties. Rose and Julia joined Emily in holding the girl still as Mike pulled her shoes off. 'You can't do this!' she protested wildly.
'Do you know Fowler?' Mike asked, tugging on her panties.
'No, yes. I mean, I've heard of him.'
'Do you know what he does to girls like you?'
'No. I don't know much about the centre. I've only been there...'
'You've been to the centre?' Mike asked as he pulled the girl's panties down her legs and gazed at her thick black pubic bush.'
'Please, don't!'
'Tell us where Fowler is!'
'I don't know! Derek... I mean, my father...'
'He's not your father, is he?' Emily asked suspiciously.
'No. I was one of the prisoners at the centre and in return for...'
'And in return for sex, Hammond brought you to live with him, is that it?' Mike interrupted, ripping her blouse open.
'Please!'
'Is that it?'
'Yes, I...'
'You betrayed your own sex! To save yourself, you played into his hands and... Get her onto the floor, girls. I'm going to find out all she knows!'
As Emily and Julia pinned the struggling girl's arms to the floor, Rose grabbed her feet and held them wide apart, rudely exposing her huge slit for all to see. Emily frowned as Mike thrust three fingers deep between their prisoner's bulbous vaginal lips.
'Mike...' she began.
'It's all right, Emily. This is the only way we're going to make her talk.'
'Yes, but... But I thought that we...'
'I want Heidi back! And you want Hannah and her sister back, don't you?'
Picturing Hannah in the clearing, her open pussy lips, wet and glistening in the sunlight, hovering deliciously over her mouth, Emily knew that she did want her back. Especially now, with Mike so obviously delighting in another girl's vagina. Admittedly he'd tasted, and enjoyed, Rose and Julia's various orifices at the centre - but that was different, enforced. This was of his own choosing. She thought she'd found love, security. But if this was the way he was going to behave, she could do without him.
As Mike pulled his hard penis from his trousers, Emily remembered when she'd first slipped under the covers of his bed and guided his shaft deep into her quivering body. The union had brought her a sensual warmth she'd never before known. But now he was about to slip his penis, her penis, deep into another girl's vagina. There was nothing she wanted from men, she thought sadly as the bulging purple head of his penis stabbed between the girl's open pussy lips. Nothing at all.
'Talk, or I'll fuck you senseless!' Mike gasped, delighting at the thought of three girls looking on as he slipped his shaft further into the girl's hot slippery hole.
'I don't know anything!' she cried as he pushed his rod in to the root. 'When Derek gets back, he'll...'
'He'll see you naked with sperm oozing from your filthy cunt!' Mike laughed, now completely lost in his fantasy.
Emily gazed at his penis as he slowly withdrew from the girl's tightening hole. Her creamy juices covered his solid shaft, as Emily's had once done. Her reddened inner cunt lips clung lovingly to the thick member, as had Emily's. As Mike entered the girl again, Emily remembered the wonderful filling sensation she'd experienced as he'd first penetrated her. But, it seemed, it was all over now - now that she realized that he had no qualms over taking another girl, so obviously delighting in fucking another girl.
'You've got a tight cunt!' Mike gasped as he rammed harder into the girl's trembling body. 'Are you going to tell me where Fowler's gone, or do I have to fuck it out of you?' Gasping, the girl closed her eyes, much to Emily's disappointment, obviously revelling in her predicament. 'Talk!' Mike demanded as he drove his rigid flesh-weapon deep into her body again.
The girl's stomach began to heave and she tossed her head from side to side as her orgasm approached and, again, Emily thought of Hannah. If only we'd given up the bloody fight, she found herself thinking. We'd be together now, kissing, touching, caressing - making love. But, she decided, she'd never see Hannah again. Never would they lie under the summer sun, naked, writhing in their lesbian sexual ecstasy.
'I'm coming!' the girl screamed, dragging Emily's thoughts away from Hannah. 'Harder, fuck me harder! I'm coming! Her body shaking uncontrollably, she gasped her pleasure as her climax ripped through her young body. Her stomach rhythmically rising and falling with every orgasmic wave, her womb contracting, her vaginal sheath spasming, she screamed her release.
Mike's face contorted as he, too, reached his climax and pumped out his sperm, filling the girl's cavern until she overflowed. Watching the girl's swollen pussy lips clinging to the ramming penis, Emily remembered when Mike had come inside her own quivering vaginal sheath. She remembered him telling her of his undying love for her as she'd opened herself to his penetrating thrusts and her pussy had sucked the cream from his shaft. No man could really love a woman, she thought sadly. Men wanted only sex - with whom, it mattered little.
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.