Chapter 27: Leading

05:51, 29 August

Jamie woke early, the years of helping out around his dad's farm having instilled a love of the early morning in him. He lay between the girls and thought back to what had happened the night before.

Christine had followed the advice she had given to Laura, pouncing on him and taking his already hard staff into her mouth. She was intent on taking the edge off for him so that her friend Debbie would have a better, longer-lasting experience for her first time. Her oral technique had been exquisite and. still relatively inexperienced, Jamie had quickly felt his arousal soar. When he had looked to the side and took in the sight of his sister and Debbie licking each other's little pussies, it had been enough to send him over the edge and he had climaxed into Christine's eager mouth.

The erotic sight of Laura engaged in girl/girl sex kept him hard as steel, but he had to wait patiently while the girls reached their own mutual finish. No sooner had Debbie cried out her orgasm however, than Laura was helping her straddle his hips and she held Jamie's cock upright so Debbie could lower herself slowly onto him.

Debbie had re-assured Jamie that she had already lost her hymen while sharing toys with Christine, so she didn't think she would feel any discomfort. The fact that Laura had already helped fully lubricate her sex would also make it easier on her. Debbie hadn't factored in the size and girth of his swollen member however, and she had gasped as she tried to take it inside. She had never tried to get something that big and fat all the way into her little channel and it was clear she was indeed finding it hard going.

Laura and Christine had supported their friend and provided vocal encouragement, but wisely Debbie had taken her time, pausing frequently to try and get used to being so full, so stretched.

"God, it's huge," she had moaned. "I'll never get it all in and if I do I'll be ruined for life."

Her actions belied her words as she continued to bear down on him and Jamie felt himself advance inch by inch. He had been surprised to see a single tear escape from Debbie's left eye and had watched it roll down her cheek.

"Are you okay Debbie? We can stop if you want, I can see it's hurting you," he had said.

"No way! Don't you dare, I just know it's going to be worth it," she had replied hotly.

Debbie was nothing if not determined and she had continued to press down until she had all of him lodged inside her. Jamie's eyes nearly popped out of his head again as he had watched Christine and Laura suckling on the other girl's orange sized breasts, doing their best to take their friend's mind off of the pain. The attention seemed to help, as a few minutes later Debbie had felt able to lift herself up before settling on him again. That had begun a hesitant and slow build-up to a steady rhythm and before long the young girl had been bouncing energetically on his hardness.

"Oh god, oh fuck, so big, aahhhhh, sssoooooo good!" Debbie had begun to chant.

Jamie remembered steadying her with his hands on her hips as she tried to keep herself upright so the other girls could continue to suck and nip at her hard nipples. It had proved too much however, and Debbie had eventually had to fall forward, supporting herself on her arms, her hands firmly planted on his chest. That position had allowed her to rock backwards and forwards, not raising herself off of his cock too much, but grinding her hard clit roughly against his pubic bone.

He had been surprised when Debbie had screamed out her climax not long after that, surprised because he knew she had cum not long before with Laura. He had not been close himself and took the opportunity of flipping her over onto her back so that he could take over the control of their coupling.

Debbie barely had time to crest the wave of her orgasm when she had felt him speed up and begin to lengthen his strokes. Jamie smiled to himself as he remembered the continuous wail that had come from her as she lost all grip on reality, her pleasure rendering her senseless. When Debbie had become limp beneath him he was at first worried, but Laura and Christine reassured him that she had just fainted. He had withdrawn slowly from her tight, velvety passage and found himself being dragged across the bed by his sister.

Even though Debbie's juices still glistened on his hard cock, Laura had grabbed it and positioned him at the door to her own over-excited sex. Jamie had not needed a second invitation and he had thrust forward powerfully. Laura had responded, meeting his thrust with one of her own until their pubic bones banged together. He had felt a hand between them and looked down to see Christine teasing his sister's clit with her fingers. That combination - his repeated powerful thrusts and Christine's relentless rubbing and nipping of her hard clit bud - had Laura in ecstasy very quickly indeed.

The contractions he felt around his staff as his sister climaxed were enough to send Jamie over the top too and he felt himself buck repeatedly inside Laura as he filled her with his own offering.

Now he smiled again at the memories of how they had shared with one another. Then a further thought jumped into his head. He had been so caught up in heading for bed the night before that he hadn't really checked his e-mails. He also realised he had missed the planned videoconference with the ambassadors. He decided that couldn't be helped and that he would check his mail now and send them a message explaining why he hadn't showed up. At least he was clear that setting plans in motion to free some more of the teenagers took priority over speaking to the diplomats every day.

Laura stirred beside him and he bent to give her sleepy face a gentle kiss.

"I love you sis," he whispered in her ear.

He was pleased to see the broad smile that grew across her face as he slipped out of bed and headed for a quick shower. After brushing his teeth and climbing into some clothes, he sat at the desk where his laptop was still set up from the night before and he booted it up.

As was his normal routine, he checked the e-mail account for UK messages first. There were sixty messages waiting for him according to the yahoo counter and he settled himself to begin working through them. The first twenty or so were all from other survivors elsewhere in the UK who had now stumbled across his web site. It was clear from the content of these messages that the terrorists were thinly spread in England and apparently non-existent in Wales or Northern Ireland as the teenagers there were shocked at what he was having to deal with in Scotland.

The next few e-mails made it clear however, that there were other terrorist cells, as the messages described how the senders had managed to avoid being picked up by armed groups driving round. These messages said that they recognised the tactics used by the people Jamie described on his web site and they thanked him for his warnings. They also indicated that something was going on in particular cities and Jamie saw a pattern emerge. The e-mails where teenagers said they recognised what he had been through all came from five English cities - Leeds, Liverpool, Manchester, Birmingham and London.

He stored that piece of information away for future reference. If at some point he was able to make his way south to help his English neighbours, he had a good idea where he would need to go.

Two thirds of the way through the mail he came across a message from Sir David. The message was short, telling Jamie that he knew he must have been busy to have missed their meeting. He had attached an MP4 file and his message suggested Jamie might be interested in viewing its contents. The Ambassador signed off by suggesting they videoconference each evening, other priorities permitting and he therefore hoped he would speak to Jamie that night.

He clicked on the attachment and a message appeared asking him whether he wanted to save the file or open it. He checked the box to open the file and clicked on the 'ok' button and watched as Realplayer opened and a video-stream began to play.

Jamie watched some American news coverage showing various attempts by expatriates to leave the US to return to the UK. He was amazed at how small some of the boats were that they were using and wasn't altogether sure they would last the journey across the Atlantic. Nevertheless, the sight of how determined people were to make the journey filled him with pride and he almost had a tear in his eye as he watched them.

There was a change in the stream and suddenly Jamie was watching Sir David giving his statement outside the courthouse in Washington. He was slightly embarrassed to hear the Ambassador giving him credit for making a legal challenge to the US administration - after all, it had been dreamed up by Sir David himself. He wasn't sure whether this counted as 'spin' and therefore should be something that he chastised Sir David for. Jamie was determined not to fall into the bad ways of the politicians he could still remember vividly. It had been the continual spin that had left the electorate distrusting and suspicious of all politicians and Jamie wouldn't fall into the same bad habits.

The remaining e-mails were mostly from more survivors from other areas of the UK and he was able to go through the fairly similar messages quickly. The last message in his inbox was timed at 23:13 on 28 August and Jamie was surprised to see it was from 'Sinky'. He hadn't expected Sinky to get his own message until today, but it appeared as if the teenager had somehow had access to a computer the night before and had received Jamie's message and replied immediately.

Jamie clicked to open the e-mail.

Jamie knew that the planned raid on Herriot-Watt would need to take place that night. He had asked Stuart to pick out the survivors at Dreghorn that he felt would be most up to the job. They had decided on an assault force of twelve, small but hopefully effective. If Sinky managed to drug the terrorists they should be able to pick-off any that remained active with a squad that size.

Ian 'Sinky' Sinclair was up early and ready for weapons practice in the first group of the day. Fifty teenagers were marshalled and marched out to the firing range where they were each given an SA80 and told to pick a firing point. The numbers watching over them had grown, as more and more Pakistani teenagers were trained and deemed fit to take an active role with the survivors. Today there were twenty 'guards' overseeing the drill. Sinky drifted over to the first firing point and sidled up behind the boys and girls already gathered there.

"I think this morning you're all going to have to let me go first," he said.

The other teenagers in front of him looked at him quizzically and appeared as if they were going to refuse his attempt at queue jumping.

"Don't ask, but it's important. Try and keep the tangos attention on something else," he said as he moved forward with his rifle.

The survivors' nose for trouble had improved dramatically given all that had happened to them recently and they knew Sinky was up to something. On the basis of what he had said to them, they all knew that it was something that was aimed against the terrorists. Any thought of stopping him from taking the first go from this point on the range vanished and instead two of the boys staged a fight between themselves to distract the terrorists who were watching over the drill.

As the two closest Pakistani teenagers ran over to break up the fight, Sinky quickly located the square of turf and rolled over on his side slightly to cover himself. He palmed the zip-lock bag and slid it inside his shirt.

By the time the fight had been broken up, Sinky had begun to fire his rifle down the range at a target. No one had seen the youngster retrieve the drugs Jamie had left for him and the next stage of the plan to liberate Herriot-Watt had been completed successfully.

Jamie finished the e-mail and brought up his web site software to post an update on the SIS blog. He made an entry with that day's date and began typing.