her chin. 'I'll tell him that you did things to me,' she warned. 'Awful things to my body! My father won't like that at all!'
Turning her head back to Fowler, Rebecca opened her lips and engulfed the hard knob in her mouth again. Her eyes closed, she moaned deeply as she moved her head back and forth, rolling her tongue, sucking until Fowler's penis stood long and hard again. Hannah watched in disbelief as Evans's daughter moved her head back and licked and kissed the swollen knob.
'Nice?' Rebecca asked, looking up to Fowler.
'Very,' he panted, glancing at Hannah. 'Whichever one of us gets out of here first must tell your father that the infamous Hannah Kelley raped and used us, sexually tortured us. What will the nation think about that?'
'I'll appear on TV with my story of abuse,' Rebecca grinned, looking up at Hannah before taking the wet penis into her mouth again.
'Well, as you two seem to be getting on so well, I'll leave you to it. Enjoy yourselves!' Hannah quipped.
Wandering back to the forest, Hannah tried desperately to plan her next move. She couldn't understand why Evans seemed unconcerned about his daughter's safety. She'd thought Rebecca would have been the ultimate weapon. Perhaps he wasn't bothered about his wife or his daughter? The way she'd taken Fowler's penis in her mouth, Rebecca, it seemed, was no more than a common whore. Wishing she'd used the girl's body for her own pleasure, Hannah found a small clearing and settled on the soft grass.
Mulling over the facts, she spread her body out under the hot sun. As far as she knew, there were fifty centres dotted around the country, each one holding twenty to thirty women. Evans knew damn well what was going on in the centres, she was certain. The sexual abuse, the degradation, the humiliation - he had to know. She had to bring him down, bring him to justice. She had to free the women - all women.
Even if he were to agree to releasing all the women, he'd only recapture them after his daughter had been returned and told him her lies of sexual torture. Perhaps Fowler and the girl had something between them? she wondered. Knowing Fowler, he'd have seduced the girl long ago. If only Evans knew!
Hannah's thoughts swayed this way and that as she followed a cloud across the sky, her hand wandering between her legs.
Blowing up transmitting sites and the like only served to annoy Evans. She needed something else, something to make him sit up and think, to negotiate. Perhaps he's bluffing, she thought as she rose to her feet and stretched her arms. Perhaps he's waiting to see what I do with Rebecca. Perhaps he's letting me sweat it out.
'Hannah!' Emily called over the radio.
'Yes, what is it?'
'Someone's approaching the base - it's a woman!'
'Where is she, exactly?'
'Hannah, Diana here. I'm up the tree, she's about two hundred yards away.'
'Hold her! I'll be there as soon as I can!'
Sprinting through the forest, Hannah's mind reeled with thoughts of Swain. 'Evans fucking well knew where we were, after all!' she cursed. 'Shit, we've blown it!'
Pulling the radio from her pocket, she held it to her mouth. 'Emily! It will be Swain, and she won't be alone! Stun her and run for it! I'll meet you all at the basement! Blow up the hideout and run for it!'
Sitting on a log, Hannah caught her breath and desperately tried to think, to plan. 'I've still got Fowler and the girl,' she breathed. 'And Evans hasn't got me, not yet, anyway!' She imagined Emily and the others being surrounded, taken to a centre and punished - tortured. 'Shit! Just as things were going so well!'
'Hannah, it's Emily!' the radio blasted. 'It's all right, it's not Swain! It's your friend Julia Brown. And she's brought a stranger with her.'
'Thank God! All right, I'll be there as soon as I can. Who's the stranger?'
'Rose somebody or other. What worries me is that she helped Julia to escape using the cottage routine.'
'Shit! Has she got a handbag? Have you checked it?'
'Yes, she's got a bag