Blonde Fury (2 page)

“The sods never even gave us a chance to protest peacefully!”
he
said. “They just charged straight in.”

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Sophie said. “Mostyn’s got the whole country in the palm of his hand. You saw those bastards driving their ponyslaves tonight
! Like they’re going to vote against him any time soon? I don’t think so! And even those who can’t afford to own slaves queue up to go to the arenas and watch them!”

Tom put an arm round her, aware that the arenas were a sore point for her. He leaned across to kiss her, his lips tasted
richly
of wine and Sophie responded to the strong male presence
. A
nd with
his
arm thrown protectively around her shoulders, she allowed herself to be drawn to him, encircling him with her
own
arms and pressing against him. Immediately she became aware of the hardness in his trousers pressing against her lower stomach. She broke the kiss.

“Don’t you guys ever think of anything else?” she asked, giving
him a flirtatious look fro
m under her eye lashes. “I mean the whole country’s going to hell in a handcart and all you want is your legover!”

“Tomorrow I’ll worry about the country all over again. Right now, I want my gorgeous girl, naked, wet and willing!” He gave a playful growl and buried his head in her shoul
der, nipping lightly at her ear
in a way that drove her mad – as if he didn’t know!

She couldn’t help moaning and melting against him.

The front doorbell rang
and Tom let out an expletive.

“That’s exactly what you’re not going to be doing now! At least not yet!”
Sophie giggled and pulled away to answer it. They both knew who it probably was.

There were four people there; Matt, Tilly, Chas and Eve. Eve was limping and Chas helped her in quickly before the neighbours could report anyone looking as though they had been injured in any way. Tilly’s eyes were streaming from the gas and Matt was coughing a bit, but all things considered they were not too bad. Not compared with some others. Over coffee they told tales of other students carried bodil
y away into wagons. Boys in one;
girls in another. Under Mostyn’s Law – as it was commonly known - any males convicted of anti-social behaviour were set to work on chain gangs, maintaining the country’s infrastructure and labouring on building sites – like wherever a new arena was springing up – and there were plenty of those. The girls were chipped and sold.

For half an hour or so Sophie was kept busy doling out towels for people to use after showering and helping Tilly wash her eyes out
. Eve’s leg had a nasty bruise from a tear gas canister, Matt had a black eye, but it was nothing beyond what anyone could expect who protested against Mostyn’s Law these days. When the bell rang again, Tom answered it and let in Gray. He was holding a handkerchief to his face and Tom hustled him inside before anyone saw him. It turned out he had been caught by the water cannon, but had been so stunned the police charge had gone straight over him. But when he did get up, he had had a skirmish or two before he could escape. His mouth was bleeding and he had qui
te a nasty head wound. It took
another half hour to patch him up. But after that no one else arrived.

“Looks like we’ve lost Annie, Charlise, Phil and Viv,” Tom said at last when it was clear that those present were all that had made it back from their group.

“Annie, Charlise and Viv will be on the auction block first thing in the morning
. The bastards!” Tilly said. Under the fast tracking allowed in law now, any female caught in ‘anti-social’ behaviour could be charged, tried, convicted and sold in a matter of hours. It made it easier for society to adapt to slavery when a girl’s fate was
sealed
so quickly.

Sophie drained her glass and re-filled it. She had always had a nightmare about coming home one night and seeing one of her friends harnessed and whipped as a ponyslave and sex toy
– and loving it
. And with every demonstration and every arrest, it became a little more inevitable that one day it would happen.

“It’s getting too dangerous,” Gray said, his words a little slurred through his thick lips.
“One of these days one of them will tell the filth where we are to get a lighter sentence.”

“Hah! Fat lot of good that’ll do them!” Tom laughed
bitterly
. “Everyone knows an Owner just pays a magistrate to sign a slave on for an extended sentence!”

“Yeah, and everyone knows how they want paying! In part at least. Even some of the women ones now!” Sophie added.

“I heard where there’s one who takes his trousers off when he sits at his desk every morning so he doesn’t waste any time in between blow jobs,” Phil put in.

“Do you think that’ll stop them squealing?” Gray asked angrily. “They’ll try anything when the
chain gang or the
auction
block
’s a few hours away and the chip’s got your name on it!”

There was silence for a moment.

“He’s got a point,” Eve conceded. “I’d do it and hope like hell it would help somehow.”

“Ok. We need fake passports so we can get out of the country if they get another haul like tonight’s. I know a guy in Hoxton who can do them. It
’ll cost, but it’ll be worth it,
”
Gray said.

That night Tom was on good form. It always seemed to Sophie that whenever they got involved in direct action against the government and it led them into danger, his libido was triggered into firing a full-on broadside. His athletic six foot five frame had always been able to enflame her lust. His chest was broad and muscular; his biceps the thickness of some girls’ thighs and the muscles on his forearms were braided like rope. But it was his thighs that really set her insides to melting, they were thick and strong and promised a girl a night
she would be unlikely to forget and as he slipped into bed beside her she rolled over immediately to face him and her hands went straight to the join of the powerful thighs and found the already hardening cock. She gripped it with both hands and felt it throbbing as it continued to erect. Then Tom was on top of her, hi
s weight was pinning her down
masterfully and she immediately parted her own legs to
accommodate him. When he was in one of his no-foreplay moods, she knew he just wanted to feel her
body
around his cock. He was selfish in these moods and didn’t take any trouble to ensure she came, but somehow she always did. It just needed him to thrust into her, arrogantly assuming that she was turned on enough to have lubricated
, to make her do exactly what he wanted – open for him. Then he would build up a punishing rhythm, slamming himself into her, making their pelvises slap together as she bucked up against him. The
re was always something fierce about
sex with Tom, she felt, and she responded to that. They almost seemed to be racing to see who could orgasm first and most powerfully.

That night, whether it was because of the danger or not, Sophie felt him slide into
her
almost
right up to
the neck of her womb and immediately she set about grinding herself on him and pounding up against him as she sought for her own release. She raked her nails across his back and lifted her thighs back to open herself even more.

“Bitch!
” Tom whispered as he felt her nails
and then kissed her fierce and hard before reaching down and grabbing one of her legs, then without slipping out of her, he levered himself up and caught her other leg, then placed both against his shoulders. She cried out as his penetration suddenly went even deeper and harder and this time he
slammed against
her cervix, it was painful but not in a way that made her want to stop. He grinned down at her and began to thrust and withdraw again. Sophie flung her arms out wide, as if surrendering her body to him
and locked eyes with him as he fucked her. The rhythm got faster and harder. Their cries became more and more highly pitched and then Sophie reached between her legs and ground her thumb on her clitoris just as Tom flung his head back and began to come. Frantically their bodies slammed together as they both climaxed, there was no rhythm now, just the shocks and aftershocks of the explosive pleasure. Then Tom collapsed forwards onto h
er and they lay together, sweating
and happy in the afterglow.

A week later Gray gave them the
arrangements
for the false passports. The student movement against the government was organised into small groups with no one knowing anyone outside their own group. Only one person in each group knew enough to contact
one person in
another group – but only one. That way no one could betray enough people to seriously damage the movement as a whole.
Gray was their group’s liaison member.

Late one evening t
hey went to a ramshackle tower
block, having met Gray at the T
ube station after making sure they weren’t being tailed. Sophie found herself thinking how ironic it was that she was walking on streets in the dark that she never would have dreamt of going near a year or two ago. She had two large young men with her of course, but even if they hadn’t been there, she would not have been unduly worried. Despite her hatred of slavery and Mostyn, the streets were undeniably safer
than they had been
. They climbed up six flights of concrete stairs that reeked of urine and finally got to a flat with an armoured front door, which was eventually answered by a pale faced young man with lank hair and a beanie hat on. He was introduced as Jed to them by Gray but he made no attempt to greet them, just held his hand out for their passports.

“He’ll copy the biometrics and the photo onto an old one
he’s got a file of
and then manufacture a whole new booklet from the file he creates on a 3D printer. It’s totally undetectable,” Gray told them as they watched Jed scan in their details and then perform his alchemy which concluded with the 3D printer
making the booklet;
cover, printed pages
,
photos,
and all in front of their eyes
, jerking in
plastic and light metal for the chip,
paper and card from the
tray
s
and rolls as it needed them
. Although 3D printing had been around for some years, Sophie still found it an extraordinary thing to watch. When he was finished, Sophie had a passport in the name of Angela Stafford and Tom could now be Robert Alton – if needed. They took the documents, handed over a large amount of money and left. Gray accompanied them to meet Matt and Tilly and then return. He didn’t seem too concerned that when he made the journey for the third time with Chas and Eve, even the most casual surveillance might well pick him up. Sophie thought he was being very brave and gave him a hug when they left him at the station.

Closing the
estate
gate on the outside world came as a welcome relief
when they got home
. Sophie couldn’t help feeling that everyone was looking at her and that they knew she was holding a forged passport as well as a real one
– which itself was not in her birth name
. She felt like a criminal and wasn’t any good at shaking the feeling off. Even the sight of a ponygirl being taken for an evening trot by a man and
his
wife, couldn’t dampen the sense of relief she felt and the rise in her spirits as they approached her house.

They were within a few yards of the front door when
the door of a parked car
opened and a tall man stepped onto the pavement in front of them. He was in his mid-forties, Sophie guessed and was tanned and athletic looking, he was dressed simply in chinos and a sweatshirt.

“Miss Suarez, m
ay I have a word with you
?” he said quietly.

Sophie’s stomach lurched. He was the police, he had to be! How else would he know
that
name? She whirled around to see if there was any escape. Another man got out of the other side of the car
, and then two more
from another car behind the first. They moved towards her quickly then
,
and suddenly from outside the estate came the wail of sirens and the flicker of blue lights was reflected from the houses of the streets just outside the gates
.

“Run!” Tom yelled but Sophie
had already turned and
was pounding away
, ahead of him,
back the way they had come t
o get away before they
could cut her escape off.

“Stop!” the men yelled after them and Sophie heard the sounds of their feet on the tarmac as they
ran
after Tom. She knew there was a footpath that led to playing fields between the backs of the houses just a few yards on and she dived into the darkness, going hard to her left and slamming her right shoulder against the fence on the right
as she made the sharp turn
, then she was running on grass
, her eyes desperately seeking a way forwards under the overhanging tree branches. Behind her Tom swore as he fell, tripping over something in the dark. She stopped for him, she knew the ground better than he did. She ducked as the lights of a police car swept past the entrance to the path. A silhouette of a man was briefly outlined against the glare, it was the man from the car. The police had overrides for all estate gates and so had just driven straight in. A second police car swept in and both stopped outside her house. She knelt down and groped for Tom, putting a hand across his mouth when she found him. At t
he entrance to the path, the four
men who had hailed them
had now all gathered but
seemed oddly unsure. They conferred hurriedly, looking back to where the police cars were and then looking along the path towards them. The tall man who had first accosted them seemed frustrated which was odd as his mates had just turned up. But he slammed his fist against a fence panel and then marched back to h
is car, followed by the other men and soon
Sophie
saw the lights come on and watched the cars sweep by
, leaving the estate
. They exchanged puzzled looks as the lights
then
came on in Sophie’s house and sounds of a rough search could be heard. Sophie winced at the sound of breaking crockery and glass.