Submission (24 page)

'They shaved me when I was at the centre. It's permanent, they used an electronic...'

'I'm pleased that it's permanent, I love you like that. Do they do it to everyone? I mean, will they do it to Heidi?'

'Probably,' Emily said thoughtfully, wondering if Hannah had been through the treatment, if her pussy lips were now soft and smooth - ready for eating. Evans returned from Fowler's office and smiled at Hannah. 'My wife and daughter will be back with me shortly,' he said, stroking her hair. 'It's a shame that you didn't tell me where they were as... We could have been friends, Hannah - more than friends, perhaps.'

'Fowler doesn't know where they are, believe me! No one knows, apart from me, that is.'

'We'll see.'

'Did he actually tell you where they are?'

'No, no, not exactly.'

'There you are, then. He doesn't know where they are.'

The dictator moved across the room to Roxanne and lightly stroked her stomach with his fingertips. 'As I was telling your sister earlier, I'm a normal man, and you're a beautiful young girl. Hannah! Shall I take your sister while you watch? Or will you tell me my wife's whereabouts?'

'You'd better ask my sister! It's her body you're about to abuse, not mine!'

Returning to Hannah, he smiled. 'I don't want it to be like this,' he said softly, and with what Hannah believed to be some sincerity. 'Why can't we work together? Tell me where Rebecca is, and then come back to Number Ten with me and we'll talk in a civilized manner, away from Fowler and all this... this filth, this debauchery.'

Seeing her chance of escape, Hannah was determined to take it, even if it meant Roxanne remaining in the centre for the time being. 'So you believe Fowler's bluffing, do you?' she asked Evans.

'I don't know. If he is, then he'll be for the chop.'

'After we've spoken at Number Ten, as you put it, I'll return your daughter to you.'

'Good! And my wife, of course.'

'No, not until my sister has been released.'

'Agreed!' Evans replied, releasing the chains. 'Get your clothes on and I'll drive you to Number Ten. If Fowler returns my wife and daughter to me before... well, you'll find yourself back here, I'm afraid, so let's hope that it's you who returns them, and not Fowler.' Opening the basement door, Fowler grinned at Roxanne. 'Your sister may be free, my dear, but you're not! It would seem that Mr Evans has a soft spot for her, which is a shame as I'd barely started to enjoy her body - her tight cunt. But I have a soft spot for you, for your young cunt - so it's not such a loss after all, is it?'

'I'll be free soon and then...'

'No, my dear, you'll never be free. The plan will go wrong, I'll see to that. By the time your sister releases both Rebecca and her mother, you will have mysteriously disappeared, escaped, never to be seen again. But in reality, you'll be my life-long plaything. I'll move you out of the centre and keep you all to myself! And now it's time to keep my promise, time to break you in. I'm going to fuck your virginal little bottom-hole!'

Pushing the metal cylinder further into the girl's tight sheath, Fowler took his penis in his hand and waved it menacingly. 'Do you think it'll fit?' he taunted, pressing the hard knob between her taut buttocks. 'It slipped into your sister's bottom quite easily. Let's see how much smaller and tighter you are, shall we?'

Remembering Hannah's cries of delight as Fowler had driven his shaft into her bottom, Roxanne relaxed her muscles and allowed the silky head to slip through her tiny hole and into the warmth of her bowels. Her vagina clenching the metal cylinder, she gasped as Fowler penetrated a little deeper into her small private portal. 'You're very tight!' he gasped, pressing inch by inch into her hot body.

Breathing heavily and manoeuvring her hips in an effort to accommodate the thick shaft, Roxanne closed her eyes as the invading organ pushed further into her young body. 'A little more, and... Ah, that's it, fully home! How does it feel, my dear?' Fowler panted, his heavy balls coming to rest against her splayed buttocks.

Gasping, Roxanne couldn't answer as her soft tube was rhythmically opened and closed with each gentle thrust of Fowler's huge penis. 'You like it, don't you? Your sister loved it!' he laughed. Wondering if her fantasies were normal, she imagined that the metal cylinder was another long thick penis, filling her, stretching her young vagina open with each breathtaking thrust.

Gazing down, Fowler grinned to see the tight circlet of brown tissue gripping his hard shaft, the stretched pink flesh of Roxanne's inner lips hugging the metal cylinder, her clitoris protruding from its fleshy hood. 'You're coming on nicely,' he remarked, opening her thighs further and stroking her stiffening nodule. 'The hormone cream is working well, my dear. But now it's time to fill your bottom-hole with my hot sperm!'

The beast's sordid words only added to her pleasure as he continued his illicit thrusting. On her enforced journey of sexual enlightenment, Roxanne was discovering new and wonderful sensations: the once private intimacy between her buttocks now held new meaning, brought her new perceptions, the dormant nerve endings around her distended bottom-hole now alive with sex. Trembling uncontrollably, her entire body responded to the beautifully corrupt coupling.

As Fowler quickened his thrusts and began his climactic groaning, Roxanne became aware of an impending orgasm stirring deep within her pelvis. 'My clitoris!' she cried as the small bud throbbed slightly. Grinning wickedly, Fowler massaged the hard protrusion as he rammed his massive member deep into the girl's hot bowel. Suddenly, his shaft expanded and the knob swelled, stretching her velveteen tube obscenely until she thought she'd split open.

Both lost in their debauchery, their bodies became rigid and sex juices flowed in abundance - his lubricating her tight bottom-hole, hers running down between her buttocks to bathe his glistening shaft. Their seemingly perpetual climaxes intermingled to the accompaniment of interminable cries and groans, taking Roxanne's shuddering body to new sexual heights, her mind to incredible depths of obscenity.

Gasping, Fowler eventually slipped his wet shaft from her hot tube and grinned. 'You did well, my dear,' he drooled, zipping his trousers. Removing the metal cylinder from Roxanne's drenched pussy hole and the rubber teats from her aching nipples, he surveyed his handiwork. 'Ah, delightful!' he exclaimed. 'Look how thick and long your pretty nipples are now!' Lifting her head, Roxanne gazed in disbelief at her swollen milk-buds. 'And your clitoris has ripened considerably!' he observed, stretching her vaginal lips apart for her to see.

Resting her head on the table, Roxanne came to her senses as her body calmed and sex faded from her mind. What would the animal do next? she wondered as the door opened and Swain's butch frame leaned against the wall.

'We've lost Hannah Kelley, then?' Swain frowned as she approached Fowler.

'For the time being.'

'And, it seems, we're to lose this delightful little girl, too.'

'No, we're not. I have plans for her!'

'What plans?'

'You'll find out in due course.'

'It seems that you have many plans that I know nothing about. I don't like all this secrecy, Ron, all the things you get up to behind my back.'

'What are you talking about, woman?'

'You know very well what I'm talking about! Anyway, I don't like the idea of Evans taking Hannah Kelley to Ten. She'll talk, about you, about me - the centre.'

'Richard Evans won't listen to the likes of her. Besides, all he wants is his wife and daughter back. When he has them we'll still have the little Roxanne, here. And then we'll recapture her big sister.'

'How?'

'I'll think of a way, don't you worry yourself about Why don't you enjoy yourself with our young prisoner for a while? I've got to go out on business.'

'What business?'

'My business. See you both later. Have fun!' Making herself comfortable on a large Chesterfield sofa, Hannah accepted a glass of wine from Evans. 'So, what do we talk about?' she asked as he sat in an armchair facing her.

'This is far more civilized, don't you agree?'

'Anything's more civilized than the centre!'

'Yes, well, you're out of there now, so let's get on,' he replied as the videophone bleeped.

'What is it, Brian?' he asked, pressing a button.

'Another sub-station, sir. Parliament's without power.'

'Okay, Brian, thanks.'

Turning to Hannah, he smiled. 'Your group's still fighting the futile fight, then?'

'That's good news. Anyway, you want your wife and daughter back, and I want my sister, so where do we go from here?'

'A simple exchange. Hannah, can I ask you something?'

'Yes, of course.'

'I've come to admire you over the last year or so. Or perhaps I should say respect you? Anyway, I'd like us to be friends, at least.'

'Fine! But what about this, how shall I put it? This genocide against women?'

'That's a strong word! All I'm doing, Hannah, is trying to get the country back on its feet! And, I might add, with great success!'

'That's as maybe, but the correction centres, the abuse, the torture are all...'

'A necessary evil, I'm afraid. With any coup, there have to be casualties.'

'Casualties? Is that what you call those poor girls who have to endure those animals, Fowler and Swain?'

'Admittedly, the methods used aren't to my liking. I delegated, and chose the wrong man for the job. As yet, I haven't had the time to think how to do anything about the situation.'

'Then put a stop to it now!'

'I can't, not just yet, anyway. I can't have rebellious women like yourself on the loose! The centres were established to correct their way of thinking. The abuse wasn't something I'd wanted. I can't explain. Hannah, you don't understand the politics involved.'

'No, I don't! But I do understand that dozens of innocent young girls are being sexually abused by a couple of perverts!'

'What are you asking me to do, close down all the centres?'

'Yes, and give all the women amnesty.'

Leaning forward in his chair, Evans looked into Hannah's misty blue eyes and smiled. Returning his smile, she desperately tried to clear her head of her confused emotions. He was an attractive man, a powerful man - she liked that. But her fight was against men. Joining her on the sofa, he placed his arm behind her shoulders.

'You're a very attractive young lady,' he began.

'So you said the last time we met. What, exactly, are you driving at?'

'I'd like us to be more than friends, Hannah.'

'But you're a married man, Mr Evans. Besides, your wife will be back with you soon, so...'

'I don't want her back. We've only stayed together because it looks better that way. There's no love any more, she'd be first to tell you that.'

'But I thought...'

'Yes, everyone thinks that we're the perfect couple. That's how I wanted it to appear to the people.'

Here, thought Hannah, was her chance to have some say, at least, in the running of the country. Although their political beliefs couldn't be further apart, she knew only too well she stood a far better chance of helping women by working alongside Evans rather than against him.

'Marriage,' Evans said softly.

'What about it?'

'Marriage, Hannah. I want us to get married.'

'But... I don't understand.
You
want to marry
me?
'

'Why not? You're single and my marriage is no good. It's the perfect solution, Hannah.'

Relaxing on the sofa, Hannah scrutinized Evans. He had charm, charisma, but she wasn't in love with him. At least she didn't think she was. Her stomach churned as she looked into his dark eyes and imagined him making love to her.
A marriage of convenience
, she mused. A means to an end - end of his rule. The perfect solution? But there was Emily to consider.

'Two sworn enemies marrying each other?' she laughed. 'How would that look to the people?' Finishing her wine, it suddenly struck her that this bizarre proposal might well be designed to put an end to the EFW once and for all. 'You do realize that, if I were to be your wife, I wouldn't give up the fight, don't you?' she asked.

'I could hardly have my wife destroying sub-stations and communications transmitters, could I?'

'No, but I'd have to continue to fight for women's rights.'

'And I'd continue to fight for men's rights! You never know, we might even reach a compromise, Hannah.'

Coming to her senses, Hannah couldn't believe that Evans had proposed marriage. The idea was ludicrous! But rather than flatly refuse, she decided to keep the option open, for the time being, at least.

'I'll think about it,' she conceded. 'But in the meantime, what about my sister?'

'As I said, a simple exchange.'

'Not involving Fowler or Swain, I hope?'

'They'd have to be involved, or at least, one of them would. Look, if you give me your word that you'll release my wife and daughter the minute you have your sister back, I'll contact Fowler now and tell him to release the girl.'

'It's a deal,' Hannah agreed, standing up.

'Good. I'll get a car to take you back.'

'Not to the centre?'

'No, of course not. To wherever you want to go. And, Hannah, think about what I said, won't you?'

'Yes, I'll think about it.' Reaching base, Hannah climbed down the ladder to find Jo gone. Examining the ropes, she realized that they'd been cut. 'Surely Julia wouldn't have let her go?' she whispered, dropping the ropes on the floor.

Dashing through the forest to the air raid shelter, she was relieved to find that Mrs Evans, Rebecca and Rose were still her prisoners. 'Things have been moving fast,' she informed Mrs Evans. 'You're to be released very soon.'

'And my daughter?' the woman asked.

'Yes, Rebecca will be going, too.'

'What's happened to make you change your mind?'

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I had a meeting with your husband and we reached an agreement.'

'What sort of agreement?'

'I can't tell you, I'm afraid. Anyway, I'll bring you all some food later,' Hannah promised as she left the shelter.