Snatched (25 page)

‘Hurry up, Huw,’ she said. ‘The beast is coming and he looks like he means business.’

Leah heard the words and fear added another frisson to her already over-sensitised body. Huw pumped away regardless, whilst May stuck her bum out further to encourage more licks as she rubbed herself towards her own climax. Leah beat her to it and came massively, resting her tits down onto the wire to send the current bristling through her as the fireworks exploded in her pussy. She could hear the girl’s loud gasps and felt the soft press and shiver of the bum in her face, and she knew that May had come too. Huw was still not to be hurried, keeping his steady pace going, his access now made even easier by the come-bath Leah’s orgasm had given to his cock.

‘Seriously Huw,’ Gwendolen said, sounding genuinely alarmed, ‘Old Tom’s right behind you and he’s got a stiffy the size of my leg. Hurry up now - it’s time for you to get out.’

The anguish in the woman’s voice transferred straight to Leah, her panic beginning to push through the warming afterglow of her orgasm. Huw had at last started to pump harder and although it threatened to take her back into the realms of exhilaration, she could also sense the grave danger of the beast behind her and the rise of terror in her belly.

‘Huw, I’m not joking - get the fuck out of that field!’ Gwendolen said.

She sounded panicked now and Leah started to sob uncontrollably and plead to be let free. The farmer went into overdrive, slamming into her at speed. Finally, with a purging grunt he pulled out and sprayed his huge load into the crack of her arse and onto her open holes. Then Leah knew he was gone. She started to back up, almost too frightened and tired to move and keenly aware that her sperm-covered bum was now providing an even more appealing target for the marauding beast, which she could sense right behind her.

To her utter horror, her retreat was halted by May, who took her by her hair and held her in position on her knees. Leah was so scared and incredulous she almost passed out. She was fretting too much to speak and she looked up to see May, once her precious girl, silently regarding her. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her eyebrows in the formally customary frown. Her lips were closed tight and she had regained some of the intensity that Leah had fallen in love with. However, still she held Leah by her hair, apparently willing to consign her to the most unimaginable fate. Leah, through her racing breaths, finally managed to find her voice.

‘Please let me go,’ she whispered. ‘I’m begging you.’

May’s expression did not change and she kept her hold of the hair. Then, a few seconds later, she wordlessly let go and took a step away. Leah felt the surge of adrenalin rush through her and she moved backwards through the wire, taking one final shock to the nipples. Without wanting to face the danger, she closed her eyes and turned so that she was sitting down to take her vulnerable holes away from the beast she knew to be right behind her. She was constantly aware that her bright red shoes were like a beacon to its malice. In the deafening silence she found the will to open her eyes. She blinked them back into focus and saw that Old Tom was not right behind her, but still some fifty yards away in the centre of the field as before. He had turned to face them and she could see he was laboriously chewing on some dry grass, watching her with indifference and looking as benign as any huge beast with vast bollocks could do. Leah saw that he had a rope leading from the ring in his nose and this was secured to a short post in the ground next to his low trough of feed. Leah felt her body draining of fear, emotion and will. It actually seemed like her insides were peeling away from her head down, leaving her hollow and exhausted. She felt Gwendolen’s hand reach over and stroke her cheek.

‘Come on my pretty,’ the Mistress said quietly, ‘it’s time to go home.’

Fourteen

Leah awoke still feeling sore and exhausted, at the limits of her physical and emotional endurance. She looked at Caroline sleeping peacefully beside her and wondered how the girl managed to cope so well under such duress. Last night, after their long afternoon in the field, they had both been utterly spent and fell into instant sleep once back in their room. Later in the evening when Leah was snoozing the girl had nestled into her on the hunt for more gratification, as if any could possibly have been needed. Leah had refused, so Caroline huffily lay on her back and noisily played with herself.

Feeling guilty from again spurning the girl who had forgiven her betrayal, Leah felt compelled to drag herself from her slumber and suck the girl’s breasts while she masturbated. Caroline’s eyes now flickered open and sleepily focused on the watching Leah. The policewoman broke into a big smile and drew Leah to her and gave her one of her long, special kisses. Amazingly, Leah’s throbbing and tender pussy started to tingle with arousal and she felt a flush of guilty realisation that she was no less insatiable than her companion.

‘One last one,’ whispered Caroline.

Leah was still trying to deduce her meaning when the door opened and broke her train of thought. The twins entered issuing breezy morning greetings. May was carrying Leah’s dress on a hanger, whilst April held folded jeans and a top, which she placed at the foot of the bed on Caroline’s side. Leah had not seen her dress since she had been stripped of it after her night in the stable. Now the floral waft of fabric softener drifted from it and as May held it up, Leah could see that the buttons ripped off by Huw had now been sewn back on. The new arrivals gathered up the discarded T-shirts and knickers from the floor and also took any fresh ones from the drawer.

‘Leah, you are to come down for breakfast in ten minutes,’ said April, as the twins left the room.

Leah washed and put her dress on, the fabric feeling cool against her bare skin beneath. Her underwear had not been returned, perhaps too ruined to salvage. Caroline watched her, giving her little smiles from time to time. When Leah was ready, her companion climbed out of bed and cuddled her warm naked body tightly against Leah as she kissed her. When she pulled away from the embrace, she looked deeply into Leah’s eyes, as if searching for some appropriate way to embody her thoughts. In the end she stayed silent, turned Leah around bodily, and delivered a single stinging slap to her right buttock, which propelled her forward. Leah looked over her shoulder in bemused shock at the behaviour, but Caroline just grinned and said,

‘Go on, it’s time for you to go.’

Leah went out of the room and descended the stairs, feeling naughty and suspicious at being allowed to move about without a chaperone. She could hear voices from the kitchen, and she hovered at the door, not knowing whether to knock or just enter. In the end she chose the latter, and made a nervous entrance into the room. Gwendolen was chatting with April by the fridge, while May was carrying over a plateful of a delicious-smelling fried breakfast and smilingly telling Leah to sit down at the table. Her attention was being taken by Thomas, who was standing at the breakfast bar with Huw, counting out a series of twenty-pound notes. Leah didn’t hear the total but when the last one dropped on the pile Thomas looked up at Huw and nodded, and the two men shook hands. Leah had already sensed that the mood in the room was far lighter than it had been during her week’s captivity. Huw gathered the stack of money and left the room, whilst Thomas came beaming over to Leah and threw his arms around her as he parked himself next to her at the table.

‘Expensive, but worth it,’ he announced, before stealing a piece of her fried bread and telling her to eat up.

He seemed relaxed and happy, and very pleased with himself. Leah sat quietly eating, watching all the individuals in the room and sensing their change too. Her confusion was clearing and she was tracing her mind back through the week to remind herself of all the things that had already caused her suspicion and sowed seeds of understanding, however small. It was these little clues that had allowed her to get through her time and let her fall in love.

Still no one was letting on. Gwen and April chatted amiably while May watched her consume her breakfast with quiet amusement. Even when Leah had suspected the truth during the week she had immediately pushed the thoughts aside. Belief was everything and it was too pleasing a fiction to destroy, whatever the humiliation and torment - because of it, in fact. However, it was clear now that the money her husband had just paid was for services rendered. It was certainly no ransom. When she had finished eating, Thomas turned back to her and gave her another kiss on her forehead.

‘We’ve got to go, darling’ he said, standing up. ‘I’ve got us a cottage in Snowdonia for the week and we need to get the keys by two. I’ve got your suitcase in the car. I’m glad you packed it before you left, I’m buggered if I knew what clothes you’d want to bring!’

As Leah stood up the girls came over and Gwendolen gave her a warm hug and wished her all the best. April was more forward, kissing her on the lips and giving her bottom a little squeeze, and there was a genuine air of fondness and affection in the room. Even Huw came back in and offered her a polite smile and handshake, which seemed surprisingly genteel, considering what he had done to her in the field the previous day. May hung back, smiling with the crowds but looking a little uneasy. When Leah looked to her, she said,

‘Would you mind if I said goodbye to you in private?’

Leah raised her eyebrows and shrugged, but May was already leading her by her hand out into the utility room. Once out of view of the others, May drew Leah to her and kissed her passionately on the lips. Her hands pulled up the loose dress to get beneath them and take hold of her bare bum, making Leah sigh and melt into the younger girl. She could feel May’s fingers probing between her cheeks and then at her little hole, along with the touch of something foreign and unfamiliar.

‘This is something just for you,’ May whispered.

She then bestowed another kiss and pushed her finger up into Leah’s bottom to bring back a shivering memory of their first time together. When her finger was withdrawn, Leah could feel a tickle and reached back to feel that something flat and soft, like a thin piece of material, had been left protruding from her. The other end was presumably still inside. She looked enquiringly at the girl, but she just smiled, kissed her one last time, and took her back into the kitchen.

Thomas started the engine and they pulled away from the farmhouse, looking over their shoulders to give a final goodbye. The hosts were all out on the courtyard to see them off, and they had now been joined by Nathan and Caroline. Everyone was giving cheery waves except for May, who stood with her arms folded across her chest, and then put her hand to her lips and blew Leah a kiss. They drove in silence for a while, both in deep thought about their week’s adventures. Finally, as they were driving through a winding back road, Thomas broke the silence.

‘When did you know?’ he asked.

Leah thought long and hard. So many things could have given the game away - if she had allowed herself to dwell on them. Even right at the start, having her knickers peeled off by a sexy kidnapper in her own kitchen had seemed far too good to be true. Then there was the perfection of May, the countless orgasms and the feeling that she was never being pushed to do anything she didn’t secretly desire. Even the endless supply of good food had seemed odd. But everything was explainable, and everything could be deemed plausible. She found it easy to immerse herself and just go with it. They all played their parts with incredible realism and every single emotion she had felt had been genuine and was never doubted - from fear to heart-lifting joy, betrayal to absolute intimacy, pain to utter exhilaration. Even now it was still difficult to believe that her husband had arranged the whole thing, just for her, to make her fantasies come true.

‘If I’m honest,’ she said, ‘I don’t think I ever
really
knew. They were very good. They certainly made me believe. Where did you find them?’

‘Internet,’ he replied, checking his rear-view and pulling onto a main road. ‘I spent months going through it with them, making sure they were right and that they would understand precisely what you would need. I think they did a good job.’

‘They sure did,’ Leah smiled. ‘What are the chances of finding a couple with such an obliging set of friends and connections?’

‘Well, in truth,’ Thomas laughed, ‘April and May don’t actually live with them. They have been pole dancers and aspiring actresses in the recent past. They used to go there on holiday as kids and come back regularly to work with the horses. I don’t even know if those are their real names. They are pretty damn good at role-playing though - and very sexy! As for the rest of them I don’t know, but if I was some farmhand and someone offered me a blowjob from the likes of you, I don’t think I’d turn it down!’

‘What about Caroline and Nathan?’

‘Nice guys and paying customers like ourselves. They have been swinging for some years now and they’ve been to the farm a few times. Caroline started out playing your role, but soon they expanded it and she graduated to playing the copper. She’s actually a nurse. Nathan says she gets more insatiable every year and he can only let her have a few days at a time on trips like this because she likes it so hard and painful that he’s scared she won’t survive a whole week!’

‘And what have you been doing with yourself?’ she asked.

‘I stayed at the house for the first couple of days. I spent most of the time watching you on the live-feed in the drawing room. Anything I missed I watched back later. You did notice all the cameras filming you, I trust? Then when Nathan came we both stayed with Gwendolen’s sister. Nice girl, if a little dirty. Nathan found it hard to keep his cock out of her arse most nights. We either spent our time watching you girls, or going out to the pub, or doing the things that normal people do on holiday. I must admit that when I was at the house I did on a few occasions take advantage of some of the oral pleasures that were on offer, but I can honestly say that the only girl I actually had sex with was May. I told you we would ease our way in to this swinging malarkey, so I didn’t want to push it. I even felt a little guilty about that, which is why I arranged for Huw to give you your own little treat. How was he, by the way?’

‘Wonderful,’ smiled Leah, her eyes glazing over at the memory.

‘To be honest, I didn’t witness that and I’m quite glad. I’m still not sure how OK I’m going to be watching you with other men. However, you’ll be glad to know that I’m willing to let you sleep with all the pretty girls you want!’

Leah laughed again. His words were neither sexist nor offensive because he understood her completely. He knew that she had wanted to be dominated by a Mistress for years. He knew that she liked the idea of pain, but only administered from another girl. Moreover he understood her real kink, even though she had never actually explained it to him. Her real desire was to fall in love with a pretty girl, just briefly but utterly and helplessly, so that she ached with the longing. She wanted her heart stolen by one so perfect that she could no longer muster power over her own actions. Girls were soft and beautiful, wet and inviting, secret and intimate, and they were safe.

From her first crush in her early teens on her teacher Miss Pierce, all the way through her schooldays and into her adult life, she had wanted them. But one pretty girl would never be enough. She wanted them all. She now knew her wait had been worth it and it was as wonderful as she had imagined. She had relived the yearning of her younger days, but this time she had won the prize. And now she wanted to do it all again. In one week she had fallen for May and Caroline, and in a lesser way with Gwendolen and April too. Now that she had felt the electricity of their first kiss, their first touch, or even their first stinging slap, she was happy to go back to the real love that she shared with her husband and just wait for the next girl to come along and steal her heart. It was a cycle she would be happy to repeat over and over again.

‘I think I need a wee,’ Leah said, breaking her own wistful silence.

‘Do it in your knickers!’

‘Ha!’ she laughed, ‘that’s what Huw said when he brought me here. Trouble is, like then, I’m not wearing any. They made me do it behind a bush by the side of the road. It was quite kinky, actually.’

‘Is that right?’

Thomas checked his mirrors again and looked for an appropriate place to pull over. He stopped and then dragged her out squealing and pulled her through a barrier of undergrowth and threw her onto the grass, pulling her skirt up to expose the nudity beneath. He clambered between her legs, pushing his hips up to undo his belt and slide his trousers down to his knees, giving her a glimpse of his swelling cock. She was desperate for him but also desperate to pee now that she thought she had been given the chance. She didn’t think she could stop herself. Dirty April would have ordered her to do it all over his cock before he could slide it inside her. Mind-fucker Gwendolen would have commanded her to hold it, despite the urgency to let go, to cling on no matter how long her husband took.

Either would have thrilled her. She could make the choice herself but that could never imbue the same buzz. It was infinitely more exciting when it was ordered of you and you had to obey. Thomas could have made the decision but such things were not his instinct. She couldn’t suspend her disbelief with him. He was too nice and too familiar. She had known him for too long before she discovered she had this kink. She needed to climb into the fantasy, to believe in it absolutely. After that,
everything
was exciting: every little intricacy; every movement or word or action. It needed someone prepared to go with the fantasy and not leave it for a second. Just one reminder of the real world could see it crumble. It needed someone with an instinct for tolerances, who understood exactly what made you tick, who knew that being told to stay on your knees could be as big a turn on as being spanked red or tenderly kissed. Spelling it out made the spell disappear for her. She needed someone who could live in her mind, to be almost an extension of her brain, like the devil inside her hidden kinky mind made flesh. It needed someone who could pull out the secrets in there even she didn’t know she kept. Thomas couldn’t do this, but fortunately he was willing to seek out people who did.