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consumed body, Emily shuddered. Her muscles closing the tiny portal so rudely wrenched open, she lay still, wallowing in the warmth swirling within her bowels. Was this torture? Would this force her to betray Hannah's whereabouts? Aware of more movements behind her, she thought not.
    Suddenly, her buttocks were opened again and forced apart as a cold solid object found its way deep into the slippery tube. Gasping, grimacing as it sank further into her hot depths, swelling, stretching the soft lining of her bowels, she begged for mercy. 'Please leave me alone! Please...'
    As the object came to rest, a cold filling sensation emanated from deep within her pelvis. Flooding ever nearer to the surface, the coldness finally reached her entrance and spilled out. 'What's that?' she asked fearfully as liquid ran down her legs to pool around her feet.
    'Water. I'm washing you out ready for... Well, you'll see.'
    The door banged shut, echoing around the room like thunder. Emily squirmed, wriggling her hips in an effort to expel the intruder as her body quivered uncontrollably with the filling sensations. For what seemed like an eternity she lay tied across the table, cold liquid spilling from her body, vibrations massaging her vaginal sheath. Wondering what further horrors Fowler had in store for her, she closed her eyes and desperately tried to remember her carefree days of childhood - of freedom.
    'Right!' Swain boomed as she opened the door. 'I think here's more than enough water on the floor. Let's get all this stuff out of it, shall we? Pulling the object from Emily's cold bottom-hole she released the clamps and pushed her fingers into the girl's vagina to remove the steel ball. 'How are you enjoying yourself so far?' she gloated, examining the girl's wet, inflamed lips. Emily remained silent as the most intimate part of her body was laid open to the scrutinizing eyes of another woman. 'Mr Fowler will be back shortly with another one of his little devices. In the meantime, you can bring me some pleasure.'
    'Never!'
    Pulling the girl's head up by her hair, Swain grinned at Emily. 'You have a pretty little mouth,' she proclaimed wickedly. 'And I'll bet you have a nice hot tongue! Do you know where you're going to put your tongue? Do you know what you're going to lick and suck? No? Then I'll show you.'
    Lifting her grey skirt, Swain proudly displayed her huge hairless cunt lips, divided by her dark groove. 'This is what you're going to lick and suck,' she grinned. 'How does that sound?'
    'Never, you filthy lesbian!'
    'Oh, but you will. When Mr Fowler gets here, you'll have no choice. You see, he likes to watch me pleasured by young women, it turns him on, excites him no end.'
    'Go to hell!'
    'You're going to lick me and make me come. Not just once, but every hour until you tell us where Hannah Kelley is.'
    'I don't know where she is!'
    'Of course you do. Anyway, there's no rush, is there? I've got all day, all week, all month, if necessary. A whole month of you licking my clitoris and drinking my juices - glorious!'
    As the she-devil slobbered her saliva over Emily's buttocks, Fowler threw the door open and stormed in. 'They've wrecked the Sussex Downs transmitter!' he yelled, yanking Emily's head up by her hair. 'Your lot have destroyed the transmitter! And I'm holding you personally responsible. From now on, for every criminal act the EFW commit, you will be held responsible - and punished accordingly!'
    'How long will we be out of contact with the southern divisions?' Swain asked, her finger finding its way into Emily's bottom.
    'I don't know, we've only just lost contact. I don't know if the bitches have blown up the entire site or just cut cables. Whatever they've done, this little tart will be severely punished for it. And I mean severely!'
    'Good!' Emily spat. 'I hope Hannah blows up all your transmitting sites! I hope she blows the lot of you to hell!'
    'You, my girl, are about to have fifty men screw your sweet little bottom!