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within three hundred yards of the base.
Five miles to the south, sitting in a derelict house, Jo munched on her sandwiches, her radio by her side as she looked out over the moonlit fields. It was midnight when she whispered into her radio. 'Diana, there's someone coming. Wake everyone up.' The approaching figure was a man. Treading softly, he looked around as if to check his bearings as he neared the house.
'Jo, this is Diana. Did you say someone's coming?'
'Yes, there's someone approaching the house.'
'This is Hannah - what's going on?'
'Hannah, it's Jo. There's a man walking up to the front door.'
'Stun him, Jo! Do it now!'
Aiming the gun through the broken window, Jo pulled the trigger. The dart flew silently through the air to lodge itself in the man's chest. Within seconds he lay motionless, a crumpled heap on the ground. 'Got him!' Jo yelled excitedly into her radio.
'I'm leaving now!' Hannah said briskly. 'Drag him inside, strip him, and tie him up!' Sitting by the radio in her office, Swain lit another cigarette as she watched Julia on the monitor. Her feet still chained, the machine on a lower setting, gently hardening her clitoris and wetting her vagina, she moved awkwardly, desperate to make herself comfortable as she tried to sleep. Swain laughed as Julia let out a little moan as her clitoris peaked yet again. Suddenly realizing that she'd not heard from Fowler for some time, she turned to the radio.
'How's it going, Ron?' she asked as she placed the microphone to her mouth. 'Ron, are you there? Ron, come in! Where the hell are you?'
'Hello!' Jo laughed.
'This is Lesley Swain speaking. Who is this? What are you doing on this channel?'
'Ah. Swain! I'm a member of the EFW. At least I know who I've captured now - Mr bloody Fowler! I'm using his radio. He's... Well, let's just say that he can't speak right now.'
'Unless you put him on the radio I'll spend the night enjoying myself with Julia Brown - you can tell Hannah Kelley that!'
Jo lowered the radio and gazed at Fowler, realizing her fatal mistake. Lying on the floor naked, his hands and feet bound with heavy rope, he began to stir as the drug wore off. 'Fuck it! What shall I do?' Jo whispered as Swain's voice bellowed through the radio again. Grabbing her own radio, she called Hannah and asked where she was.
'Thirty minutes away,' Hannah replied. 'Everything all right?'
'No, I've gone and told Swain that we've captured Fowler. I used his radio... She's threatening to hurt Julia unless... What shall I say to her?'
'Fowler? Bloody hell! Christ! Why did you tell her? Look, say nothing else, just sit tight and wait for us.'
Swain's hard voice erupted from the radio again. 'Put Fowler on now or I'll go and sort out Julia Brown once and for all!'
Staring at the radio, Jo picked it up and switched it off before stepping outside the house to wait for Hannah.
Moving towards her captive, Swain raised the whip and landed a stinging blow across the girl's dark buttocks. Julia leaped and squealed as she opened her eyes to see Swain wielding the whip. 'Where did Ron Fowler go?' the lesbian boomed, landing another sharp blow. 'Where did he go? Where have you sent him? And why wouldn't he tell me?'
'I don't know! Ah, no, please, I'm coming again!'
'Where did you send him?'
'Ah, that's nice! Keep whipping me! God, I'm coming again!'
Observing the milky fluid oozing between the girl's pink inner folds, Swain surrendered to her basic desires and sat on the chair between Julia's outstretched legs. Licking around the entrance to her creamy hole, the dyke savoured the warm female nectar, her own clitoris stiffening as she sucked the girl's wrinkled inner lips into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue. Moving down, her tongue inside the hot cavern now, Swain drank the slippery orgasmic juices as they flowed from the girl's writhing body.
'I sent Fowler into a trap. You can have his job now,' Julia gasped as her clitoris hardened and throbbed between her
Five miles to the south, sitting in a derelict house, Jo munched on her sandwiches, her radio by her side as she looked out over the moonlit fields. It was midnight when she whispered into her radio. 'Diana, there's someone coming. Wake everyone up.' The approaching figure was a man. Treading softly, he looked around as if to check his bearings as he neared the house.
'Jo, this is Diana. Did you say someone's coming?'
'Yes, there's someone approaching the house.'
'This is Hannah - what's going on?'
'Hannah, it's Jo. There's a man walking up to the front door.'
'Stun him, Jo! Do it now!'
Aiming the gun through the broken window, Jo pulled the trigger. The dart flew silently through the air to lodge itself in the man's chest. Within seconds he lay motionless, a crumpled heap on the ground. 'Got him!' Jo yelled excitedly into her radio.
'I'm leaving now!' Hannah said briskly. 'Drag him inside, strip him, and tie him up!' Sitting by the radio in her office, Swain lit another cigarette as she watched Julia on the monitor. Her feet still chained, the machine on a lower setting, gently hardening her clitoris and wetting her vagina, she moved awkwardly, desperate to make herself comfortable as she tried to sleep. Swain laughed as Julia let out a little moan as her clitoris peaked yet again. Suddenly realizing that she'd not heard from Fowler for some time, she turned to the radio.
'How's it going, Ron?' she asked as she placed the microphone to her mouth. 'Ron, are you there? Ron, come in! Where the hell are you?'
'Hello!' Jo laughed.
'This is Lesley Swain speaking. Who is this? What are you doing on this channel?'
'Ah. Swain! I'm a member of the EFW. At least I know who I've captured now - Mr bloody Fowler! I'm using his radio. He's... Well, let's just say that he can't speak right now.'
'Unless you put him on the radio I'll spend the night enjoying myself with Julia Brown - you can tell Hannah Kelley that!'
Jo lowered the radio and gazed at Fowler, realizing her fatal mistake. Lying on the floor naked, his hands and feet bound with heavy rope, he began to stir as the drug wore off. 'Fuck it! What shall I do?' Jo whispered as Swain's voice bellowed through the radio again. Grabbing her own radio, she called Hannah and asked where she was.
'Thirty minutes away,' Hannah replied. 'Everything all right?'
'No, I've gone and told Swain that we've captured Fowler. I used his radio... She's threatening to hurt Julia unless... What shall I say to her?'
'Fowler? Bloody hell! Christ! Why did you tell her? Look, say nothing else, just sit tight and wait for us.'
Swain's hard voice erupted from the radio again. 'Put Fowler on now or I'll go and sort out Julia Brown once and for all!'
Staring at the radio, Jo picked it up and switched it off before stepping outside the house to wait for Hannah.
Moving towards her captive, Swain raised the whip and landed a stinging blow across the girl's dark buttocks. Julia leaped and squealed as she opened her eyes to see Swain wielding the whip. 'Where did Ron Fowler go?' the lesbian boomed, landing another sharp blow. 'Where did he go? Where have you sent him? And why wouldn't he tell me?'
'I don't know! Ah, no, please, I'm coming again!'
'Where did you send him?'
'Ah, that's nice! Keep whipping me! God, I'm coming again!'
Observing the milky fluid oozing between the girl's pink inner folds, Swain surrendered to her basic desires and sat on the chair between Julia's outstretched legs. Licking around the entrance to her creamy hole, the dyke savoured the warm female nectar, her own clitoris stiffening as she sucked the girl's wrinkled inner lips into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue. Moving down, her tongue inside the hot cavern now, Swain drank the slippery orgasmic juices as they flowed from the girl's writhing body.
'I sent Fowler into a trap. You can have his job now,' Julia gasped as her clitoris hardened and throbbed between her
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