"I can't leave you to them, Enfys," He said as he took me in his arms. "You have to, Hywel, there's no point them getting both of us" I responded. I looked up, our eyes met and my lips found his, we kissed, a desperate embrace..   Rainbow Girl - Part 11 - Lights by Alys

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Part 11

 

I woke up, I wondered what the loud sounds outside were. I got out of bed and moved over to the window. I pulled the curtain back a little, keeping my almost naked body out of sight, and looked out. A convoy of armoured cars and lorries were moving noisily towards the city centre. It all looked a bit scary. I put my dressing gown on and turned on my computer.

There was no Internet, instead there was a simple announcement.

"All access to the Internet from the UK is suspended until further notice by edict of our leader. New Hope for Britain, New Hope for you"

I picked up my mobile, flicked it on and pressed speed dial one for Hywel. 'No network signal' flashed on the screen.

I turned the TV on, thinking that even watching New Hope propaganda would give me some idea of what was going on. The result was similar.

There was a loop of slides of Mrs Bliar and others from her New Hope government looking happy and smiling in various casual poses, with some Elgar in the background. A short announcement was scrolling across the bottom of the screen.

"All UK TV channels are suspended temporarily, broadcasting resuming in an hour with the Abertawe Cultural Festival"

It all seemed very strange, I assumed there was a link to my photos, exposing the government as murderers, that had spread all over the Internet the night before. I had noticed that foreign news sites that had started showing the pictures had been shut down, but that had seemed a pointless exercise since by the time I had gone to bed the pictures had spread, through blogs, social sites and mirror websites, to all corners of the world wide web.

I quickly dressed and made my way to the bus stop, maybe there would be answers in school, I thought. The traffic seemed a lot lighter than usual for the rush hour, I thought, as the bus sped towards my destination.

The school was closed. I stood there for a while, along with a few hundred fellow pupils and a few of the staff. I chatted to a few of my classmates but no-one seemed to know any more than me apart from one observation that it was only our school, being the only one that didn't slavishly follow the government curriculum, that was closed.

I saw Hywel.

"Hey Hywel," I said walking over to him.

He gave me a brief hug.

"Hi Enfys," he said and then dropped his voice to a whisper, " you seemed to have started something here"

"You think that this is all my photos?" I asked, whispering back.

"Yes, definitely, and your graffiti, I saw quite a few copies on the way to school this morning," he commented.

"Yes, I noticed one or two as well, " I responded.

We noticed that the crowd around the school was thinning out as people began to wander towards the city centre. We followed in their footsteps. Soon there was quite a throng of people walking the same way. A group of young women, chatting noisily walked past us.

"You two laid off* too?" asked a a dark haired, thin woman, wearing a Newtech uniform.

"Our school is closed," I replied.

"Oh, I didn't know they'd closed schools, I hope my Susan is OK to get home, I'd better try and get home," said a plumper, fair headed woman in the group.

"It's only our school," I said, indicating me and Hywel," can you tell me why you were laid off?"

"It's the Internet and phones, we can't function without it"

We reached the square in the centre of Abertawe. There were already thousands of people there, whose work had closed down for the day because the Internet had been taken down stood in the dry November, but cold morning, milling about, there was a ring of hundreds of police around the outside of the square.

"We need to do something," I said.

On the edge of the square the Abertawe Welsh cultural group was setting up their equipment for a free folk music. They had set up the pa and the mic.

Without thinking too much I walked towards the stage. Hywel grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"It's our chance to speak, " I responded and carried on walking, Hywel walked along with me.

I noticed some cameras most of them with New Hope painted on them, representing the official station, although one of the cameras still had the BBC logo on it, I wondered why.

The programme announcer was speaking to camera as I walked past her

"Welcome to Bliar square in Abertawe where today Abtertawe Welsh Cultural group is presenting some traditional songs and music, as you can see thousands have turned up for this free concert, sponsored by the New Hope Militia for the cultural................."

I walked onto the stage and straight towards the mike.

"Hey!" shouted one of the stage hands

I took the mike in my hand and looked at the crowd, the technician started walking towards me

"Don't touch that, love"

I swallowed and then shouted into the mike

"BLIAR! BLIAR! BLIAR!"

There was a momentary lack of reaction as the people in the crowd turned to look at where the sound was coming from.

Then Hywel started the well known response, a traditional rugby chant modified as an expression of opposition to unpopular politicians and therefore banned.

"OUT! OUT! OUT!"

By the last repetition the majority of the crowd had joined in.

I noticed in the corner of my eye that another one of the technicians had stopped the first one getting nearer, I continued the chant.

"BLIAR!"

Back came the response

"OUT!"

"BLIAR!"

"OUT!"

And then the final repetition.

"BLIAR! BLIAR! BLIAR!"

This time the response was thunderous.

"OUT!!! OUT!!! OUT!!!"

The atmosphere was electric as I continued, around the perimeter of the square I noticed some movement by militia

"Do you know why you have all got no work today? Let me tell you. Three days ago I took pictures of all of the opposition leaders being shot by New Hope killers, these pictures are all over the internet so now your livelihoods have been blocked by Bliar and her crooks and murderers."

I noticed that all of the cameras except for the one that still had a BBC logo on it had been disconnected. The camera was focused on me, I turned to look at it face on, hoping that the live feed was still being transmitted

"The whole world is watching you Bliar! It's not New Hope for Britain , it's New Crap, I say no more New Crap for Britain and No More New Crap for me and you"

"No more New Crap!" I shouted into the mike

The crowd responded almost as one

"NO MORE NEW CRAP!"

I saw groups of police were gathering for an assault on the crowd

"Spread the word I am Rainbow Girl, keep up ............"

Two things happened almost simultaneously, the mike was switched off and the first tear gas canisters landed close to the stage.

There was instant pandemonium.

I ran off, evading the hands of the first technician who was being held back by the second one.

"That was amazing," said Hywel as we ran away from the stage.

"Someone had to say it," I shouted back

We ran away from the clouds of noxious gas that was rapidly spreading throughout the square, all around innocent bye-standers were holding their faces and retching as the poison did its work on them.

"Hey you, stop!", came the muffled shout from a tooled up cop in a gas mask, we altered the direction of our flight and ran into a militiaman.

"Got you!" he shouted triumphantly as he grabbed the sleeve of my jacket.

"No, you haven't!" I said as I slipped out of my jacket and threw it into his face to distract him as we ran down a narrow lane and into another.

"Well done, I think we lost him" said Hywel.

"Shit, my ID was in the jacket"

"You've had it then, they'll have it to every cop and militiaman in minutes"

I stopped running. Hywel stopped and stood next to me.

"Hywel we'd better separate, maybe you can get back home and lie low for a while" I said holding his hand.

"I can't leave you to them, Enfys," He said as he took me in his arms.

"You have to, Hywel, there's no point them getting both of us" I responded.

I looked up, our eyes met and my lips found his, we kissed, a desperate embrace.

"There must be something we can do," said Hywel looking at me.

"Unfortunately they have millions of pictures of me in this skirt and blouse," I said.

I held him to me for a last few seconds before we would have to part.

"What if you weren't a girl for a while?" he said suddenly.

"What do you mean? I've already dumped all my Llyr identity and clothes" I said.

"Look I have my sports kit here, my tracksuit and stuff you could put it on, it might be enough of a disguise to get past the patrols, and my landlady would let you into my room too, so you would have somewhere to go."

He gave me his bag and after a quick look around I went into the nearest male toilets. I quickly locked myself into a stall and changed into Hywel's sports kit. I was at a bit of a quandary about what to do about my breasts. Even under Hywel's sports kit there I still had unmistakable curves.

I looked at all the items of clothes I had and eventually decided that the only option was to tie myself down as much as possible with my woolen tights. After trying this a few times I was more or less satisfied. The effect while not perfect would be enough for any casual inspections. I dumped my female clothes at the bottom of the waste bin.

"Not too bad, but the hair is a bit of a give away," said Hywel after inspecting my appearance, "try this."

He handed me a baseball cap. I took it an gathered my hair inside it.

"That's better," he said and we started on our walk from the city centre that was, by now, swarming with police and militia.

Lucky for us they were all focused on looking for a girl and on the way towards the bus station we noticed scores of young girls being stopped and questioned. We jumped on the first bus that was going in the generaldirection of Hywel's place and sat down and sighed in relief at our temporary escape.

We sneaked into Hywel's lodgings.

"Our school is closed," said Hywel to his landlady,Mrs Tomkins, who was in the kitchen, "John as come back to do some studying with me"

Mrs Tomkins nodded her assent and carried on preparing some ingredients for what smelled like would be a tasty Cawl Cennin.*

"What can we do now?" I asked as I lay down on his bed, physically and mentally exhausted from our flight.

"I don't know," said Hywel as he lay down next to me.

"You should get out now, they are sure to come here looking for me now that they have my ID it won't take them long to connect us, you'd better alert your parents too"

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'd better start running," I said," but before I do, I want to do one thing"

"What's that?" he asked.

I pulled him towards me and kissed him. He responded with the same eagerness that I felt. We touched and caressed and soon we were lying together, both naked, except for the panties that I kept on to restrain a part of my anatomy. We pressed our bodies together and moved against each other in our passion. I broke off our kiss and slowly moved down his body touching and kissing him on his cheeks, shoulders, chest, stomach. I took his erect penis in my hand, I kissed the tip. I took a little into my mouth, while caressing him under his testicles.

"Ohh, Enfys, that is so good," he groaned.

I took more of his penis into my mouth and began to bob up and down on its shaft.

"Oh yes, oh yes," said Hywel as he groaned in pleasure.

His groans came faster until he reached his release and a warm sticky liquid spurted out. I swallowed as he came inside my mouth a salty fishy neutral taste.

I felt so aroused and wanted him so much.

"Hywel I want you inside me" I said

"How? Oh you mean that?"

"I will probably be raped in prison and they will certainly execute me, so let me have this sweet experience of you taking me before anyone else does.

"OK"

I lay face forward on the bed with my knees forward underneath me opening my anus to it's greatest extent.

I felt Hywel's finger and then another push into me, as he probed and lubricated me with his saliva.

I reached back to caress him, he was soon erect again.

He moved closer to me so that his hardened penis probed my rear opening.

"Do it Hywel, do it now!" I implored.

He thrust into me.

There was a very sharp pain as he stretched me much more than I had ever been stretched before.

He started moving slowly, as he did the pain eased a little and the pleasure increased.

His hands reached forward and caressed my breasts, one hand moved lower down, he touched my erect penis.

I turned and looked at him.

"Are you sure Hywel?" I asked.

"Yes my love," he replied.

He continued to stroke my penis in rhythm to his thrusts into me, while squeezing my breasts, I was soon in a space beyond arousal.

My screams of pain and plasure merged into Hywels excitement and passion. The release when it came was an orgasm that shook my whole body.

Afterwards we lay together, two completely spent sticky, sweaty bodies. We quickly drifted off to sleep.

I was wearing white, a beautiful wedding dress, a fine silky material. Hywel stood next to me in the church. The priest said "I now pronounce you man and wife" aloud to the congregation, he then whispered to us "you can kiss now". Hywel took me in his arms and our lips met in an expression of our union, his hand wandered down to my slightly rounded tummy inside where our child was slowly developing. We turned round and walked down the aisle, suddenly there were bright lights dazzling us through the church windows, there was the sound of heavy vehicles, then a loud voice was shouting something, it was very unclear.

I opened my eyes and was dazzled by the searchlight invading our room. The loud voice came again.

"Enfys, Llyr. Come out with your hands in the air, we have your house surrounded, there is no escape."

*Laid Off - To be sent home from work, usually without pay
**Cawl Cennin - Leek Soup

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To Be Concluded - Next Chapter
 
End of Part Eleven