Snatched (14 page)

Eight

The girls were collected from the lad’s cottage in two cars, Caroline in the Defender with Gwendolen, and Leah in Huw’s Subaru, the one that they had originally used to take her from her home to their hideout. Leah’s arousal had quickly subsided after Bryn had made his phone call. Even the momentary excitement of realising that there was now a chance of seeing May had disappeared as soon as she saw the two cars approaching. They had meekly climbed into the separate vehicles, looking across to each other through dusty windows to try and find any comfort while the farmers chatted to the three lads in hushed tones and hands were shaken. As soon as Huw got in the car Leah felt sick with worry.

The journey back to the farm was short, showing just how futile and aimless their escape attempt had been. Huw did not utter a single word but Leah still felt unnerved in his presence. As well as the sweaty odour from his armpits he also exuded a gloating menace, as if he was well aware what was coming to him. Her previous desire to be filled by the boys had evaporated. Now all she could picture was the waking threat of Huw’s gigantic cock and his smug smile, safe in the knowledge that Gwendolen was going to give the escapees over to him and let him take his pleasure.

Once the cars had drawn up into the courtyard the twins came out to meet them, conversing quietly with Gwendolen before taking Caroline off towards the barn. The Mistress herself took Leah into the house and up to her room, simply pushing her in and locking the door behind her. Leah couldn’t help but fear for her companion, almost above her own safety. Even in her civilian clothes there was no way Gwendolen would fail to recognise her as the policewoman she had spoken to the day before. This brought a whole new and worrying dimension to the situation, one that Leah shrank from thinking about. As she lay on the bed, she knew that Caroline could at that very moment be in severe peril, and she hated herself for having scorned the girl’s bravery in coming there of her own volition and trying to rescue her.

The afternoon passed in sinister silence, with the thoughts of her impending punishment refusing to be driven from her mind. She had hopefully been spared the dogs, but surely not the farmer’s cock. She tried to imagine the pain as he forced his way in. She reached down and tentatively touched her squeezed-tight little bum to see if there was any possible hope that she could stretch to take him. There was not. On top of this there was every chance that the Mistress would unleash her sadistic penchants and allow even greater atrocities to be performed upon her victim. All her menaces so far had been shocking in their perverse imagination: threats of terrible beatings and impossible insertions, of spanking smouldering pussies. It was unthinkable that a woman who delighted in such cruel thoughts would miss such an opportunity to act them out.

Already the torture had started and Leah found herself wishing once more that they would just come and take their retribution rather than leave her there to ponder it. Her only hope as far as she could see was that they would not want to hurt her too much before Thomas was induced to pay up more ransom. This was a slender chance, with Gwendolen seeming to welcome any opportunity to render the deal forfeit and instead take Leah as her slave.

Again the thought of being Gwendolen’s property reared its head. Leah couldn’t deny the unparalleled pleasure that she had somehow managed to take from her punishments, but she also feared them absolutely. She sensed that what she had so far received was just the tip of the iceberg, with far greater trials to be placed upon her body that would quickly prove to be beyond her limits. All afternoon her own libido mocked her anxious reflections, and between her feelings of dread she found herself wandering into thoughts close to fantasy, where she was taken and used by her Mistress. She knew it was only her mind’s way of seeking solace at this unnerving time, but her pussy continued to tingle with a disconcerting insistence that made her start to believe she was actually looking forward to her punishment.

She remained ignored by the household until the late afternoon, when the door was unlocked and noisily kicked open by April, bearing a tray of simple bread and butter, a sure sign of their displeasure.

‘You stink of sweat,’ said April with undisguised disgust, ‘and I can smell your fanny. Have you been wanking again?’

Leah spluttered her denials as her face turned scarlet, but April was ignoring her as usual.

‘Get up and go in the shower, and try and keep your fingers out of your snatch for five minutes. Believe me you don’t want to be smelling of sex when Auntie Gwen summons you down. That really drives her over the edge.’

Leah made for the bathroom feeling shrunken and queasy with nerves. She knew now that she was to be summoned and that April had been sent to prepare her for her ordeal. She felt like a condemned queen in the Tower. Leah expected the elder twin to be bubbling with her usual sexual malice but she proved to be more measured in her behaviour than normal, even helping her to shower and handing rather than throwing the towel at her. Perhaps, in knowing what was coming, she actually felt some sympathy towards the captive.

Leah was aided as she dried her hair and applied moisturiser all over her body. Very fleetingly it felt like she was being made ready for a wedding, but then she remembered that what she actually faced was more like an execution. Her mind was full of images of having her pubic hair singed by burning wax, and of then being flipped over so that Huw could bugger her. She decided it was time to test April’s apparent clemency and seek a favour.

‘Will you shave me please?’ she shyly asked, looking towards her crotch. ‘Down there, I mean?’

April looked perplexed at this sudden request but mercifully did not fly off the handle, instead shrugging and agreeing. The hairs were already short but she took some scissors and trimmed them back further, obviously well versed in the preparatory work required for such grooming.

‘Do you want to be shaved bare?’ was the only question she asked.

Leah nodded and again the twin shrugged and set about lathering the soft swell. It was a big gamble to allow the usually sexually deranged girl to take a free hand and a razor blade to her most sensitive spot. However, April went about her task with great care and concentration, getting close up and using short gentle strokes to ensure the skin was never broken. Leah found it very erotic despite her fears, and knew that her little bud was swelling under the close scrutiny and occasional light touches. The girl was patient, even applying a second coating of lather and going over her once more with the razor to ensure complete smoothness before rinsing Leah off and exposing the pale, young-looking skin. She then took some lotion and rubbed it onto her fingers, looking up to make eye contact as she began to massage it into the skin. Leah gasped at the touch. It was the first time she had ever felt comfortable in April’s presence. There was a different look in her eyes. It was gentle for once - more like May’s.

Leah felt the fingers stroking all around her puss, just grazing the labia, making her breath come in short expectant pants. Then the girl was getting closer, her face right between Leah’s open legs, scrutinizing her.

‘You’ve got a nice big clitty, haven’t you?’ she said. ‘It’s much bigger than mine.’

With that Leah felt the index finger and thumb came up to close against her swelling nub and pinch together. She could feel her pulse beating against the grip.

‘I bet you love having it licked, don’t you?’ said April.

Leah didn’t answer, her chest now frozen and her breath caught in her throat. April looked up to her again, with a little smile this time, and then her tongue flicked out, its touch light as a feather but like electricity on Leah’s sensitive place. She wanted to be teased and sucked, but April was just content to smile and examine her.

‘Auntie Gwen had a girl from the next village as a slave once. She was fat but quite pretty, and she could take a really good spanking. Her clit was absolutely enormous. It was so big Gwen took her into town and had her pierced right through it with a heavy silver ring. We used to attach a little dog chain to it and take her out for walks on the farm. The girl used to be stark naked apart from a pair of high-heels and a peacock’s feather sticking out of her bum. Still, I think she used to like her walks.

‘Then one morning, Uncle Huw snuck in and fucked her up the arse, and when it came time for her walk she wasn’t tight enough to hold the feather in, so Gwen didn’t want her anymore. She blindfolded her, took her up to the field where all the cows had just been and left her in the middle of it. Gwennie blew on a whistle to give the girl directions and she had to make her way back, slipping and sliding and falling over in all the mud and mess until she got to the gate. Then Gwen took her into our village and left her outside the pub, blindfolded and all caked in muck, with her dog lead still hanging from her clit. I think she was used by eight or nine of the lads in the pub garden before they finally took her home.’

The story left Leah open-mouthed. It also obviously interrupted any plans April had for her because the lustful glaze in her eyes was suddenly replaced by the clarity of disinterest and she got up to leave.

‘Put a T-shirt on,’ she said, ‘You will be taken downstairs soon.’

Leah’s belly lurched. Suddenly the fear was pouring through her again, not just for herself but for her fellow escapee too, who surely had bad things coming her way.

‘How is Caroline?’ she asked.

April seemed to be returning to her old self, a sneer forming at the sound of the policewoman’s name.

‘Last time I heard her,’ she said, ‘she was squealing like she had a horse’s cock up her. But it was probably just Auntie Gwen having her wicked way. Anyway, don’t worry about her - worry about yourself.’

With those words she departed, leaving Leah alone and anxious once more.

The call eventually came about half an hour later, although it seemed much longer. April came back up, opened the door and just jerked her head to signal that Leah was to follow. When she left the room she saw the elder twin was wearing only a cotton vest and matching panties in bright white with little red hearts all over. Her nipples poked against the fabric to demonstrate that there was no bra underneath. Her hair was gathered in two little bunches at each side of her head, held by bows of thin pink lace. Leah was led down to the kitchen and ushered into the room.

Gwendolen held court in the centre of the kitchen. She wore the same thigh-length boots that she had sported when she came to Leah’s room to administer her first punishment, but this time there was no skirt. Instead she wore black fishnet tights that clung and showed the shape of her bottom and the bulge of her crotch. Her top half was bare but for a black half-cut bra in PVC, that crowded her bust and pushed it upwards. Her hair was down for once and flowed over her shoulders. She wore full-finger, elbow length gloves in very tight latex, and in one hand she held a plant by its furry stalk, the serrated leaves and covering of tiny hairs identifying it unquestionably as a nettle.

April let go of Leah’s arm once she was in the centre of the room, and went to stand by the Mistress. Although the twins were identically dressed and May also had her hair in bunches, the difference in character between them was still plainly evident. While April stood upright and smiling, with hands on hips and legs apart to wantonly display the dark patch of her dampening knickers, her sister perched behind her on a bar stool, cross-legged and head bowed, observing proceedings with some consternation through her fringe. Leah was not able to study May for long though, because someone else for once had grabbed her attention.

Caroline was laid out on her back on the kitchen table. She was naked and glistening, having been coated from head to toe in some kind of oil. Her legs were bent at the knee and draped over the edge, and her ankles had been tied to the table legs to ensure her thighs were held apart. Leah could not see the girl’s face, the view obscured by her breasts, which were stretching up from her body. Small clamps bit into her swollen nipples and these were attached by taut strings that were in turn fastened to hooks screwed into the overhead timber beam. Leah watched as the Mistress nonchalantly brushed the nettle against the underside of Caroline’s left breast, causing a muffled cry and a little red rash to slowly appear on the tormented skin. Gwen turned and looked Leah up and down.

‘Take that off,’ she commanded.

Leah obeyed, discarding her shirt and leaving herself completely bare and shaking with nerves as Gwendolen’s eyes examined her and alighted at her freshly shaved pussy.

‘That won’t help you,’ said the Mistress. ‘One way or another, you
will
burn.’

She laid the nettle gently across Caroline’s belly and passed behind Leah as she crossed the kitchen. Leah heard the fridge open and close and then the rattling of utensils in a drawer before Gwen returned to her original place and held up her new acquisition for Leah to see. It was a large piece of root ginger, the biggest Leah had seen, with the main body of it at least half a foot long and about three inches across. Slowly, for effect, Gwendolen snapped away the offshoots to the main body and then used a peeler to get rid of the outer skin, trying to keep the peelings as thin as possible to avoid depleting the body of the root. She came to Leah and held up for inspection the raw, bright yellow stump that broadened across the middle and tapered at each end. Then Leah felt the brush of the raw root across each of her nipples in turn. At first, there was nothing. Then the hot tingle started and her teats began to swell and, sure enough, she gasped as she felt the burn. Gwen smiled and handed the root to her victim.

‘Now let me watch you fuck yourself with it,’ she said.

Leah felt her face crumple and her limbs go weak, but still she opened her legs without protest and moved her hand down between her thighs. She noted her Mistress waiting with raised eyebrows so she held her breath and rubbed the ginger up her slit, hoping that would be enough to appease the woman and full insertion would not be necessary. When it came the heat was way more intense than it had been on her nipples. She whimpered, rubbing harder with the root to try to sate the burning itch on her skin, despite the fact that it only exacerbated the problem.