Snatched (4 page)

She wore a very tight, bright red top that clung to her smallish breasts and allowed the points of her nipples to show through. Her beige leggings were equally tight on her trim legs and particularly over her little mound, even hinting at the split there. Leah was keenly aware that the sight of females in tight trousers and riding boots was beginning to drive her to distraction. The two spectators were then joined by a third female, who drifted in behind them for a look at the prisoner.

Leah was struck instantly by the newest girl’s looks. She had shiny raven hair, as black as her clothes, and her flawless skin was a pale contrast and lacked make-up. She had thick dark eyebrows set in a frown and these seemed to be mirrored by a faint shadow beneath her eyes, adding to her intense look. She shared the same nose as the blonde, although possibly slightly shorter at the end, and the mouth was equally wide and thin-lipped, although it stayed shut and offered no view of the teeth behind. Leah looked back and forth between the two girls and slowly realised that they were in fact identical, despite initial appearances to the contrary.

Mrs Davies did the necessary introductions.

‘This is April and May, my best friend’s daughters. They practically grew up on the farm and essentially live here now that their mum’s emigrated to Australia, mainly to get away from them. They might call me “Auntie” but believe me, if they were mine or had even a single drop of my blood, I would have spanked them to death long since for the way they misbehave - especially this one here.’

She indicated April, the bold, blonde one, who looked very pleased to be described in such disparaging terms.

‘My sister and I might look the same,’ said the blonde, ‘but I assure you we are
very
different.’

There was almost a hint of scorn in the words and the dark-haired May flashed a warning look at her twin but did not respond, letting her sister continue.

‘I was born at ten to midnight on April 30
th
and then
she
came along half an hour later on May 1
st
, so you see we share different birthdays. You could say I’m a whole day older, or even a whole month, and that’s why we differ so much.’

Leah couldn’t fail to notice the sense of triumph in these words. There seemed to be some truth in them too, at least outwardly. April was quite obviously the more dominant of the pair and even looked bigger, although as Leah studied them she saw that May was actually no different in either size or stature. She imagined that most men would venture that April was the sexier of the two, at least in their current guises, but there was something about May and her unstated intensity that Leah found more attractive. She lacked the haughty look of her elder twin and replaced it with a brooding seriousness. She seemed more fragile, sensitive and genuine - all this without having uttered a single word in Leah’s direction.

May stayed silent as Gwendolen and April discussed the girls’ responsibilities in regard to the captive, her eyes occasionally flitting to Leah’s, who was also trying desperately to stop staring at the younger twin. There was a moment when there was just a flicker of a smile aimed at Leah, but before it could register it disappeared, May’s attention suddenly drawn to her surrogate aunt’s raised voice. April had begun to get boisterously argumentative about her duties and Gwendolen had sharply reminded her who was in charge. Leah wanted to say something to May, to illicit some kind of response even if it was just a simple greeting, but she never got the chance. Gwendolen signalled that it was time for them to leave and the twins obediently filed out behind her, leaving Leah alone with the horses.

It was around teatime before she received another visit, April alone this time, bringing a plate of fruit and a bag of crisps along with a jug of water and a fresh glass. The girl offered no words of solace, simply taking up the other tray and peering into the tin bucket, which Leah had been forced to use just once during the afternoon.

‘Try not to pee too much,’ she said coldly, ‘I’m buggered if I’m mucking you out all evening.’

With that, she turned and left. Maybe an hour later, as Leah was dozing, she came to and found May silently standing over her, with arms full of papers and magazines. Her hair was down now and spread over her shoulders, giving her a softer look, although her brow was still slightly knotted in her concentrated observance. She spoke; the first time Leah had heard her voice, which thankfully was quieter and less clipped than her sister’s.

‘They got these out for you to read but they’re all old, so I put in a few of my books to read as well. I don’t know what type of books you like, so...’

She set her pile down and Leah thanked her, sincerely. Then she turned and made to leave the stall. She was still in her black leggings and Leah caught her first real view of the shapely bottom within them; narrow-hipped but with a nice cute curve. Before May exited she looked back and must have caught Leah looking at her behind. She stopped, hesitated, gave a brief smile that vanished in an instant and then she too was gone. Before the door shut, Leah heard a click that sparked a weak bulb above her stall into life - not required now but certainly later, if she wanted to read.

She put the papers and magazines to one side and looked at the choice of books. There was a Jane Austin and a couple of pulp romances, plus a few newer books with snazzy covers. One was bookmarked so she went straight for it. Reading the blurb and then digging in to the book itself, it seemed to centre on some kind of female equivalent of Indiana Jones; a swashbuckling adventurer on the trail of ancient artefacts. The more she read, the more it became obvious that the heroine was a lesbian, or at the very least partial to intimate female company. This set Leah’s heart racing. Was the younger girl gay? Was
this
the difference between her and her twin that the elder sister had so scornfully referred to? And why, unless of course she had taken a fancy to her captive, had May felt the need to impart the information?

Digging into the book in earnest, Leah read as fast as possible, as if the text would somehow divulge the very nature of the girl who gave her the book. She stopped and opened the page that was bookmarked, hoping it might offer some further clue. It didn’t have to. The bookmark displayed a photo of a white diving board from above, stretching out over a turquoise blue pool. Lying on the board face down, completely naked, was the hour-glass figure of a beautifully tanned woman. Her right buttock was branded with the red lipstick mark of another girl’s kiss.

Leah continued to read as the gloom descended outside and tried to bring an end to the most surreal day of her life. It seemed like eons since Gwendolen had come knocking on her door and taken her away by force. She had suffered all day from panic or uncertainty, from threats and humiliation. Now, while she tried to fight off sleep so that she could read just one more page, all she was trying to do was resist the temptation to masturbate with occasionally farting horses for company, her mind full of the visions of the girls in their tight riding outfits, and mostly of May, cuddling up to her on the makeshift bed and confessing quietly that she was in love with her.

She slept fitfully and suddenly woke, not knowing what time it was. Beyond the weak glow cast by the bulb above her she could see that it was now fully dark outside; impenetrably black. The temperature had dropped and she pulled the sleeping bag completely over her and shivered. She was glad of the light although it seemed to be a beacon for anyone with malevolent intent. The feeling of vulnerability was going to be impossible to shift. There were noises outside that made her jump, although she tried to remind herself that this was the country and that Mother Nature never slept.

There were louder noises from the courtyard and then the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. As the far door creaked open she hoped that it was only Gwendolen bringing a toothbrush and some means to wash, or better still young May. However, the footsteps were slow and heavy and her adrenalin started to rush as they neared. A large hand appeared over the door of her stall and swung it open, and she had already guessed that her unwelcome visitor was Huw. He stepped one pace in and stood at the foot of her bed, smirking.

‘Hello, my lovely,’ he said. ‘Have you been missing me?’

‘What do you want?’ she replied, the nerves clearly evident in her voice.

‘Just to have a look at you, that’s all.’

She pulled her cover further up to her chin, the fright shooting through her body. He seemed as nonchalantly unperturbed as always. Checking over the top of the partition, which his height allowed him to do, his hand went down to his groin and he unzipped himself in front of her for the second time that day. He fumbled in his trousers and she couldn’t help but gawp as his thick meat was hauled out. She fretted at the thought of him urinating again, but he had other things on his mind and was already slowly rubbing himself, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the bulging head as his member began to grow. She watched mesmerised as it swelled and extended in his hand until he was stroking an erection of frightening dimensions. The length was more than she had ever witnessed except in films, while the girth would simply split her in two if he were allowed to enjoy his preferred passage of entry.

‘Come here, girl. Get on your knees.’

Trembling, she slowly did his bidding out of fear of disobedience. She got to her knees in front of him whilst he, still languidly stroking his fat length up and down, moved forward so that his penis stretched out towards her, just below her chin. She considered shouting out for Gwendolen but that would surely enrage him and she had no desire to be first forced to silence before he used her. His left hand went to the front of her dress and yanked it, ripping the buttons clean off in one go. To her dismay her half-cut bra was now on plain show and her panic only exacerbated the movement of her heaving chest.

‘Spit on it,’ he quietly commanded. He had stopped stroking himself and she knew he needed lubrication to continue. It took her a while to gather enough spit in her dry mouth but eventually she was able to produce a dollop that hung almost mockingly before descending to the fatly swollen head of his cock. He immediately slid the skin back and forth to coat the shining purple in her saliva.

‘More,’ he instructed, as the pace of his strokes increased, and she duly obliged, hoping he might bring himself off before any more damaging actions could take place. By his smile, though, she sensed this was not all he had in mind for her.

‘Auntie Gwen?’

This new voice came from outside. Leah quickly identified it as the clipped tones of the older twin - a voice that after this afternoon’s meetings she hadn’t suspected she would be glad to hear again, although now it filled her with relief. Huw ceased his masturbation and looked towards the door, his smile falling away. The girl’s voice came again, from the far end of the stalls.

‘Oh, it’s you, Uncle Huw. Is everything OK?’

He offered no answer, simply turning back and staring stonily at Leah. She could hear April’s steps on the stable floor and she prayed that she would continue and not obey any instruction to leave. She saw Huw’s eyes turn to the side in order to monitor the new arrival’s approach and his hand slipped off his erection and settled back on his outer thigh as if nothing was happening. Then April came into view, wordlessly for once as she tried to make sense of the scene. As far as Leah was concerned she was saved, since there was no way April could think with the captive on her knees that this was an innocent situation.

The girl stood behind him. Just two steps forward would bring her to the point where she would catch sight of, no doubt to her lasting horror, his exposed erection. He stayed absolutely stock still and silent, no attempt made to conceal his huge prick. Leah was trying to convey with her eyes the danger that lurked in front of her but April seemed clueless. Just when Leah thought the girl would go, and that she would have to shout out after her for help, April stepped forward - not two paces, though, just one. She pressed against the man and put her arms around him, clasping his chest. Then her right hand slowly descended until it was on his belly, then on his thigh, and then finally the long fingers opened out and encircled the hot girth of his erection.

Leah stared mesmerised, watching the prick being teased with measured strokes, her own slick spit enabling his skin to glide back and forth over the bulbous glans. April’s sneering face came into view, popping out to the side of his solid frame so that she could peer down and witness her own handiwork. The smell of Huw’s maleness was filling the stall and the naughty blonde briefly closed her eyes, breathed in his scent, and grinned her satisfaction. Her other hand slipped down his chest and gathered in his heavy balls, her hold tightening to a squeeze as she ordered Leah to spit upon him once more. Her pace barely slowed as the string of saliva oozed thickly from Leah’s lips and landed splat upon him.

‘Look at those lovely titties, Uncle Huw. Don’t you just want to spray your come all over them?’

His breathing was heavier now and April’s eyes were glazing with lust as her hand pumped faster, up and down his length, all the way. It was the dirtiest thing Leah had ever witnessed but she was desperate for it to continue to the bitter end, so that her backside would be taken out of jeopardy. April seemed now almost possessed, her mouth open and salivating as her hand flashed up and down his rigid length. She cried out in glee
as he threw his head back and gasped and then sent great wads of thick seed out onto his victim’s chest. Leah too felt a rush in her sex as the hot mess spattered onto her bosom and mingled with the lacy fabric of her bra. April teased out every drop, the last shot hitting Leah on her bottom lip, and sticking to her chin.

It was a filthy shock that sent the heat coursing through Leah’s veins, but having unloaded, Huw unceremoniously pushed his flagging prick back into his jeans and departed without further comment. To Leah, his going seemed to leave a void, one she felt herself almost dragged into, to have her impelled down the passage after him, despite the relief that she had escaped the threat to her rear end. But all attention was quickly transferred to April, still in the mood and apparently on heat, clutching and rubbing at her groin through the fabric of her leggings as if manically desperate to be sated. The girl dropped down to her knees in front of Leah and immediately set about hungrily licking the sticky deposit from her chest, gasping her appreciation at each taste. It was almost shockingly lascivious. With the tongue snaking all over the flesh of the half-exposed breasts, hands came around to grip Leah’s behind, hard enough to make her gasp and instinctively press forward hoping for contact at her crotch. But the face merely pressed further into her cleavage, before resurfacing with a wide lusty smile spread across it.