Chapter 12: The End of Captivity for Slave Harriet

"What fucking kept you, Bernard?" asked Gwen. "I left a message for you before we flew out. You're very hard to pin down."

"I'm a busy fellow, Your Ladyship. Lots of things need sorting out when diplomacy fails! Since this seems to be a girl thing, and a very well-organised girl thing at that, I'll let you two finish the job! Just put this next to the fuel tank and run the wire up out of the way of all this bloody flood, as far it will go. Then attach it to this device here, push down the plunger and get the fuck out of here, if you don't want to barbecued along with everuone else. I suggest you go straight up into the hills to where you left your friends ten days ago. There will be people waiting for you, I imagine. Glad to see you safe, Harriet, and well done Gwen - give me a kiss, both of you and see you in London sometime!"

With this, Bernard disappeared back into the gloom and Harriet and Gwen rigged up the explosives as directed. Obediently, they got as far from the fuel compound as possible. Gwen pressed down on the plunger. It seemed as if the entire world had returned to daylight. They ran up to the vantage point from which Jessie and Gwen had first seen Harriet and turned round to admire their handiwork.

The entire administrative quarters were ablaze and it was clear that all inside the meeting room must almost certainly have been incinerated. The fuel dump was blazing and many of the helicopters and armoured vehicles were just bits of molten twisted metal. All the carefully planned military build up of the past few months had gone up in smoke in seconds. The rain had spread the leaking fuel over the entire base and it was now, literally, a sea of fire. A few panic-stricken people could be seen running away, but only a very few indeed had made it out of the conference building/ briefing room.

"Golly, Harry! Doesn't it look pretty? I always liked a nice firework display - I suppose it's the sweet, innocent child in me! It's all the more satisfying, somehow, when you are the one responsible. I've always felt I would have made a wonderful arsonist, if only I didn't have a business to run! I feel just like singing in the rain, Harriet my darling girl."

"Don't you feel sorry for those poor people in that building?" asked Harriet.

"Just think of all the people they've butchered. Worse than that, they robbed you of a year of your precious sweet life, they caused me to leave home, which I had sworn I never would, they tortured me for four horrible hours and you for half an hour. And as if all that weren't bad enough they fed me on the most disgusting so-called food I have ever eaten in my life - hells bells, Harry, even school meals weren't so disgusting!"

As they spoke, helicopters could be heard, approaching. Soon they were hovering over the remains of the rebel encampment.

"I suppose we'd better start walking back to civilisation, my love" said Gwendoline.

"I don't think you two ladies are going to be walking anywhere" said a voice from out of the darkness.

The two girls turned around as a group of men and two women made their way towards them.

"Oh, Jessica! You didn't take my advice and go home! And Alicia - meet my darling Harriet - doesn't she look so divinely lovely with the rain dripping of those gorgeous tits of hers?"

Alicia Mboya certainly was impressed by the girl they had all helped to rescue and on whom her own husband had once been so keen. She had seen Harriet from a distance through binoculars, but nothing had prepared her for the sight of Gwen's friend close up. Despite her lovely face and red hair, the girl seemed to be made of muscle.

Algernon Mboya, the Minister of the Interior, who was the leader of the group, put his two hands one on each of Gwen and Harry's shoulders. He could not conceal his relief and satisfaction as he spoke.

"Congratulations both! We've scored a great victory thanks to you! Given a bit of backbone and organisation on the part of my colleagues, we should have them beaten in no time. Let's get you two back to the capital. I think we can rustle up some clothes for you both before we board the helicopter."

Gwendoline was furious at this last remark. Her eyes flashed with rage, and she brushed away Algy's hand...

"My darling Harry here has gone through hell this last year and more. She and I have between us done something your fucking useless army could never have achieved in a million sodding years. And our reward is that we be forced to wear CLOTHES! I've never heard of such base fucking ingratitude. We don't either of us intend wearing a stitch of clothing as long as we remain in this country of yours!"

"Even at the press conference? The world's media are soon going to be here in force, you know."

"I'm notorious as the Naked Countess, as it is and it's a label I wear with pride! I'm not ashamed of my body and neither is Harriet, are you my darling?"

"Absolutely not! Just about the only good thing in the last year's captivity has been that I've been stark naked for every second. You can't take that away from me now!"

Harry had her arm lovingly clasped around around Gwen's waist as she said this.

Jessica guessed, correctly, that this in-your-face nudity would not long survive the return to the capital. She smiled broadly, happy to see her childhod friend safe and well after the risk she had taken for Harriet's sake. She was also a little sad to see how totally the red haired girl had supplanted her in Gwen's affections. But, "so what?" she thought -" I'm a married woman now with a lovely little boy, and Gwen's a generous outgoing girl with plenty of love to share around - me, Harry AND Jim - she's room for all of us!." (Which was one way of referring to the Countess's versatile and ravenous sexual appetite!)

After the refusal by the two heroic women to don clothing and Alicia's decision to emulate them in their nudity yet once more, the party embarked on the swift journey back to the capital, Zambekia City. The four girls looked down at the countryside over which they had all trecked - first Harry in her unwilling role as a captive and then the other three as her would-be rescuers. It all seemed such a short journey from up in the sky, but it had still changed two people's lives, especially Harry's.

It was mid-morning and Gwendoline and Harriet had spent two nights in the most luxurious suite of the capital's best hotel. Gwen was lying on her tummy on top of the bed, one hand propping up her chin and the other turnng, from time to time, the pages of a book. Her legs were bent at the knees so that her feet were sticking up into the air, her ankles crossed and her feet flexing themselves lazily from time to time. Harriet was kneeling beside the bed, one hand on the small of Gwen's back and the other resting lovingly on the top of her thighs. She was kissing and licking by turns every inch of Gwendoline's pretty bottom and had been engaged in this pleasurable activity for some time. Ever so often and increasingly, her tongue would dart down between Gwen's cheeks, reaching ever further into that delicious crevice. Finally she sank her face right down onto the soft warm flesh and buried her thrusting tongue deep inside her friends delightful crack.

"Harry, my love. I've just had a wonderful idea. Can't think why I never thought of it before - most odd!" Gwen had put her book to one side after placing a bookmark to keep her place.

"Yeth, Gwen?" Harriet had omitted fully to retract her tongue as she lifted her head away from her pleasant task.

"First of all, stop trying to lick my anal sphincter. It's not nice! Secondly and more important, I think now you have so deliciously softened up my botton with your lovely moist, warm tongue, the said arse is ripe for a couple of love-bites, one on each cheek. Go and get my camera first. I want a photo of those lovely red teeth-marks to keep and treasure for ever. Bite as hard as you can, my darling!"

A fearful scream rent the air as Harriet complied with Gwen's request, followed by peals of laughter.

"Gosh! That was really a new departure, Harry - fucking wonderful! I love you more and more. Maybe I will let you work for me for even longer than two years, if you're very good. Let's get back to bed!"

Half an hour later, Harriet lifted her flushed face from Gwen's moist vagina and said.

"Do I get paid when I come and work for you, Gwen?"

"What do you want to be fucking paid for? You're rich enough already, you greedy bitch! NO - you get your food and lodging and in return you work for me all day and satisfy my sexual needs all night. When Jim is around, alas, your nights will be your own, although you can and will work longer hours at such times - since you won't any longer need the strength to satisfy me. After all, Harry, I did come and rescue you! I expect and I will receive proper appreciation for that selfless act of bravery."

"Will it be as hard as the last year"

"A bloody sight harder, Harry. One can't go back in life or rest on one's laurels - always forward and on to greater efforts."

"I'm really looking forward to it. Why can't we go back today? I miss England so much!"

"I've paid for this suite for another two nights, Harriet. It wasn't cheap, I can tell you! Your ingratitude and thoughtlessness can be most hurtful sometimes!"

"Thanks, Gwen! It's lovely here. I can wait another couple of days - as you said back in that awful cage - as long as we're together it doesn't matter where we are!"

It was finally time for the two girls to go back home. Apart from a visit to the Presidential Palace to receive the country's highest decoration for bravery, which the genial and delighted old gentleman pinned to their clothed and womanly chests, and a few phone calls to the British High Commission, they had spent the entire time in their hotel suite, recuperating from their ordeal and getting to know each other again after such a long time apart.

A doctor had come to the hotel to examine Harriet and pronounced her in absolutely splendid health except for hair and body lice which soon yielded to treatment. Gwendoline, he also declared to be none the worse for her ordeal. Calls to the High Commission had not succeeded in finding Mr. Bernard James, of whom the official spoken to denied all knowledge.

They had refused to appear at a press conference. Harriet and Gwen both agreed to a request from Katie to let her newspaper have an exclusive story and interview after their return to London. A large cheque had been promised. Gwen wanted Harriet to have all the money, but Harry had insisted they share it equally.

They had a couple of hours to wait before the official limousine collected them to take them to the airport, and were lying naked together on the bed, engaging in one final act of love before getting dressed and going down to the foyer.

"Are you serious when you say my father really wants me to go and see him, Gwen?"

"Oh, Yes! After we got the news that you were dead, and I was well enough to get up again, I went straight to see him and your mother. He was heartbroken. Your mother, alas, is too confused nowadays to know much, Harry, but maybe that was a blessing in disguise for her."