The footsteps fading, Hannah crawled out and opened the door.
Must hide
, she thought, panic-stricken, her blue eyes darting this way and that. Noticing a steel door, she slipped inside and found herself at the top of the basement steps. She stared in amazement at her sister, naked, chained to a table, Fowler's lurid devices attached to her young body.
'Rox!' Hannah whispered as she neared the girl.
'Hannah! What are you doing here?'
'No time to explain,' Hannah babbled, pulling on the chains. 'Shit! Bloody great padlocks! There's no way I can free you, I left the bolt croppers with Julia!'
'Go, Hannah, before they...'
'I can't! I'm locked in! Look, I'll be back, I promise. I must find somewhere to hide until they open the shutters.'
Dashing up the steps, Hannah slipped out into the corridor. It was only a question of time before she was caught, she knew, as she opened another door and crept inside. The small room was full of boxes and old furniture - an ideal hiding place. Climbing into a large box, she pulled the lid down and breathed a little easier, praying that the steel shutters would open before she was discovered - before Fowler returned. Running through the woods along the moonlit path, Julia approached the remains of the cottage. She stopped in her tracks as she saw a light shining through the outhouse window. 'Emily!' she murmured as she crept up to the window and peered in. She saw Emily - a naked, middle-aged woman squatting over her face whilst a younger woman licked between her legs. Moving round to the door, Julia swung it open and stepped boldly inside.
'Who are you?' the younger woman demanded angrily, looking up startled from her feast, her face wet with Emily's juices.
'Lesley Swain sent me,' Julia blurted out, desperately to plan her next move and praying that Emily wouldn't show any signs of recognition.
'Don't say our time's up already!' the older woman complained as she lifted her wet vaginal lips from Emily's mouth.
'Afraid so,' Julia smiled. 'Come on, you've got to go quietly, there are others due any minute and Lesley...'
'Yes, we know Lesley!' the women groaned in unison as they dressed.
'Who did you say you were?' the older woman asked.
'I didn't. My name's Susan, I'm Lesley's... let's just that I'm her helper.'
As the women dressed, Julia looked down at Emily and smiled. 'You've plenty more women to enjoy,' she bluffed. 'And then Lesley has a little surprise for you - a couple of men.'
'I hate you!' Emily spat, playing Julia's game.
Scanning the chains, Julia smiled on observing that they were fixed to the steel rings in the floor by sliding clips. No padlocks, she surmised happily as the women left, moaning to each other about their unfinished pleasures.
'You took a chance!' Emily whispered as the door closed.
'Damn right I did! Anyway, let's get these chains off you. Hannah's locked in the centre, I'm afraid. Steel shutters came down when she was in there trying to get Roxanne.'
'Oh no! Is there no way in?'
'No. God only knows what we do now! Where are your clothes?'
'I don't know. I'll have to go like this,' Emily said, gazing down at her naked body.
'You don't seem very pleased to be free. You weren't enjoying what those women were doing to you, were you?' Julia asked as they stepped out into the night.
'No, no...' Emily replied hesitantly. 'What do you think I am?'
'I know what you are - Hannah told me.'
'Oh. Is it a problem?'
'No, as long as you keep your hands off me! Anyway, we'd better get back to base. Fowler will be back soon, and when he discovers that you've gone...'
'He thinks I'm dead. He doesn't know that Swain saved me from the cottage. Swain's got Evans's wife, and she's planning to...'
'Yes, I know. Come on, I'll fill you in on the latest on the way back.'
'What about Hannah?'
'There's nothing we can do, is there?'
'But we can't just leave her in there!'
'Got any suggestions?'
'Well, no, but...'
'Then let's go. We'll think of something, although I don't know what!' Smith sauntered into Fowler's office and picked up the microphone. 'You out there, Ron?' he called.
'Yes, we've been conned, there's no activity at the pylons.'
'I thought as much. They broke in here, the shutters came down but they jammed one open with a piece of wood. Derek and I have had a good look round, but it looks as if they've escaped.'
'Don't be too sure. Whatever you do, don't open the shutters. I'm only a few minutes away, let me in the front entrance.'
Fowler grinned at Smith with a wicked glint in his pig eyes. 'It's Hannah Kelley!' he snorted. 'I can feel her, sense her, smell her! I want this place torn apart! Find her and bring her to me in the basement! The two Kelley sisters, I can't believe it!'
'How come you're so sure it's her, if there's anyone here at all, that is?' Derek asked.
'I
know
she's here. Call it a sixth sense if you like, but I
know
she's here.'
'Sex sense, if you ask me!' Smith laughed.
'We're wasting time,' Fowler snapped. 'Go and get Hannah Kelley!' With the sun rising over the forest, Mrs Evans walked along the main path wondering which of the many smaller paths to take, when Hannah's girls would pounce. Checking the homing device clipped inside her jacket, she took a narrow track and had almost disappeared into the undergrowth when Julia caught sight of her.
'That was Evans's wife!' she whispered to Emily.
'Where?'
'Just gone into those bushes, I'm sure it was her.'
'There's not much I can do. I mean, I'm naked, for God's sake!'
'Go back to base and get dressed, and then go to the air raid shelter you told me about. I'll meet you there later. I've just had an idea.'
Running down a side path, Julia circled her prey, walking along nonchalantly as she approached the woman. 'Ah, I'm glad I've found you, Mrs Evans!' she exclaimed. 'Lesley Swain sent me after you. She's discovered where Rebecca is - she's in an old air raid shelter not far from here. I'm to go with you and...'
'How do I know that you're not one of Hannah Kelley's girls?'
'I've just come from Swain's house, 25 Godalming Street. She was telling me that someone broke in last night. She also said that you'd be in the forest carrying a homing device, and that Emily Johnson is in the cottage outhouse, and that...'
'All right, you know enough. Which way do we go?'
'That way, but before we do, Swain asked me to destroy the homing device...'
'Why?'
'It's interfering with the communications system at the centre. Anyway, we know where Kelley's base is, so the homing device won't be needed.'
'Are you sure?'
'Swain's instructions. We're wasting time, Mrs Evans. By the way, your husband is meeting us there, so let's go.'
Taking the homing device, Julia dropped it to the ground. Crushing it with her foot, she smiled as she led the woman to the shelter - to her prison. 'You'll be pleased to see Rebecca and your husband, won't you?' she asked conversationally as they neared the shelter.
'Oh yes! It's been weeks since I last saw Richard. How is he, do you know?'
'He's fine. I was talking to him the other day, he's been missing you.'
'A complete family again, that will be nice.'
'Ah, here we are!' Julia said excitedly. 'You lead the way, Mrs Evans.'
Blocking the doorway, Julia smiled at Emily as the dictator's wife confronted her naked daughter tied to a chair. 'Rebecca!' she cried. 'Let me untie you, darling.'
'I think not!' Julia demurred, grabbing the woman from behind. 'You see I'm one of Hannah's group, and you've just walked straight into a trap!'
Emily helped chain the woman to a steel ring hanging from the wall, chatting excitedly about Hannah, how Fowler would have to release her now that they'd got both Rebecca and her mother. 'What are you going to do with me?' Mrs Evans asked as Julia stood back and smiled.
'They're all lesbians, mummy!' Rebecca complained. 'You've no idea what horrendous things they've put me through!'
'Shut up, Rebecca!' Emily spat. 'Look what Fowler did to me! Shaved me, whipped me, used me, sold my body to dozens of men! Think yourself lucky that you're still alive!'
'You'll all be brought to trial, believe me!' Mrs Evans yelled as Emily ripped her blouse off and lifted her bra away from her huge breasts. 'Get away from me!' she screamed as the girl tugged her skirt down to her ankles.
'What are you doing?' Julia asked angrily as Emily pulled the woman's knickers down and grinned.
'Go back to base, Julia. I'll be with you in a minute.'
Alone with her naked prisoners, Emily sat on the floor looked up at Mrs Evans. 'This whole business is getting out of hand,' she said. 'Your husband isn't too bad, it's Fowler. Doesn't your husband realize what Fowler gets up to? Doesn't he know what sort of man he is?'
'I don't know. All I know is that the country's better off with Richard at the helm.'
'Men may be better off, but what about us?'
'Women would have been all right if the likes of you hadn't tried to disrupt everything!'
'Disrupt everything? Is that what you think we're about? For God's sake, we've been fighting for women's rights!'
'By sexually abusing my daughter?'
'By fighting fire with fire. I don't like what goes on in centres, and I don't like the things we have to do in retaliation. Anyway, you'll be pleased to hear that Hannah is locked in the centre. No doubt your husband will be raping her later.'
'Richard wouldn't do that!'
'Maybe he wouldn't, but Fowler will! And your husband condones it! Anyway, there's no point in talking to the likes of you. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. You can all have a nice chat and admire each other's naked bodies until I return, and when I do. Well, you'll see.' Swain stormed through the main entrance to the centre and marched down the corridor to Fowler's office. 'Emily Johnson's bloody well gone - again!' she blasted.
'No problem,' Fowler grinned. 'Hannah Kelley's in the building.'
'Where?'
'We're looking for her now. Care to join in the search?'
'The two Kelley sisters? But how...'
'It doesn't matter how. Come on, there's only the ground floor left to search, we've already checked the upper floors.'
As the door slowly opened, Hannah held her breath.
'You'd better come out, Kelley!' Fowler warned. 'We know you're in here, and the more of my time you waste, the dearer you'll pay!'
Emerging from the box, her hands shaking, her palms wet with fear, Hannah gazed wide-eyed at her pursuers. Her nightmare had become reality, and she cursed herself for her mistakes. As in a near-death experience, past events flashed before her. She remembered holding both Fowler and Rebecca prisoners. They'd never have escaped if it hadn't been for Jo - but for Jo, none of the mess would have happened. Her errors loomed before her, but it was too late to rectify them. She knew what the future held now, she knew of her destiny.
She felt Fowler's piercing eyes on her breasts as he walked towards her: sensed his debauched thoughts searing her soul. His thin lips curling into an evil grin as he pressed his erection against her hip, he brushed her hair from her face as he took her arm and led her from the room.
'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...'