Snatched (5 page)

‘I love the taste of Uncle Huw’s spunk!’ The girl declared, leaning forward to lap up any dirty remnants from Leah’s chin. Then a wet, open-mouthed kiss had been planted before Leah could react, and a salty tongue was invading and swirling and making her share the tang of the farmer’s spurts. April finally came up for air and stood, unashamedly rubbing between her legs once more and declaring that she needed to come. Her face was glistening wet. Her eyes were wild and the teeth barred. She seemed scarily insatiable, capable of anything, but just like that Leah was then forgotten and the older twin simply turned and left, just as Huw had done, without so much as a backward glance. There was that same void, though; an emptiness that Leah couldn’t help but feel an urge to have filled, unaccountably more pressing than the relief of having escaped a far worse ravishing.

She lay awake for ages, refusing to touch herself to thoughts of her earlier violation, although her pussy seemed to be demanding it. She couldn’t work out what it was that made it erotic rather than just petrifying. Maybe it was the sheer size of the man’s erection and the potential to have it thrust inside her. Perhaps it was having a female lapping at her chest and squeezing her behind, or even just having another girl kiss her for the first time ever. Quite possibly it was the excitement of being drawn into such an apparently illicit episode, what with the dirty girl only half his age and him supposed to be her guardian; a surrogate uncle. Whatever it was, she would not allow herself to give into it, knowing that to relent would be to betray her very being.

The outside temperature had dropped further and any heat emanating from the animals was lost in the high rafters. She curled up inside her sleeping bag but as she felt herself start to shiver she knew her chances of drifting off were minimal. Once the cold set in, it would be impossible to sleep through it, regardless of her fatigue. Her ears pricked up at any sound and she listened fearfully as things scratched and scurried outside the stable. Her stomach flipped as she heard the distant noise of the door, and she knew that someone had left the farmhouse.

She prayed they would not come to her. She prayed it was not Huw, back this time to salve his lusts unhindered. His balls would be harder to unload a second time and that meant prolonged, unthinkable agony under his thrusts. Her first prayer went unanswered and the door to the stable at the far end creaked open. She heard no one, the tension so unbearable she wanted to drag her ball forward and peer around to see who had entered, but she found her muscles unwilling to move. She decided if it was him, she would yell out and suffer his attempts at silence, hoping that Gwendolen would come to her aid.

The long shadow of the visitor cast onto the floor outside her stall and revealed a bulky form approaching. Her chest was heaving so hard she didn’t know if she would indeed be able to call out, rendered as mute and impotent as she had been that morning. She scrunched her eyes closed and hid her face, a juvenile trick to make the danger disappear. It was no good though, and her instincts to confront the threat made her re-emerge and open her eyes. Standing over her, opening out a thick woollen blanket, was May, in her pyjamas. It was a wonderful sight and Leah felt her stomach flooding with butterflies.

She wanted the girl to cuddle her and share the exhilarating relief, but as she opened her mouth to speak, May put her finger to her own lips in a sign for silence. She placed the blanket over Leah and tucked it around to make sure all parts were covered, the release from the cold instantly apparent. Leah smiled at her at mouthed her thanks. Before she left, May reached forward and kissed Leah lightly on the forehead, a simple token of compassion amongst the dread and cruelty of the day that sent Leah’s heart skittering once more.

Three

‘Get up!’

The command came from April as she stripped the blanket away and delivered a little kick to rouse the captive. Leah responded groggily, having only found sleep in the early hours. She raised herself onto her elbows to see her tormentors. They were silhouetted against the early light streaming in behind them and it took some bleary-eyed seconds before she could make out Gwendolen standing next to the elder twin. Her muscles ached and it took her awhile to untangle herself from her sleeping bag and get to her feet. The woman’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Leah’s ripped dress and she stepped forward, inspecting the torn fabric and staring at her accusingly, before turning on her heels.

‘Get her cleaned up straight after breakfast.’

April bent down and released Leah from her ball and chain and then roughly grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the stable and across the courtyard to the house. The kitchen was truly enormous, the ceiling held up by a pair of thick vertical timbers. Wonderful smells were emanating from the huge range cooker, where May was busily watching over a sizzling pan of breakfast ingredients, and disappointingly did not look over in Leah’s direction. A black and white collie eyed her from its basket in front of the large open fireplace but did not get up. The fire was unlit, certainly unnecessary on what was already a warm morning, and the flagstones felt pleasantly cool on Leah’s bare feet.

Taking up the centre space was a long rectangular table in battered oak where Huw sat digging in to the huge plate of breakfast before him, his cheek bulging as he scanned a newspaper and ignored the new arrivals completely. Leah was led to the table and told to sit down in the chair diagonally opposite Huw. Still he did not look up, but he was far from trying to avert his gaze from her. He was simply as indifferent to her presence as he was to the fact that several pigs had obviously had to be slaughtered to provide him with his morning’s sustenance.

Leah sat head bowed and silent for several minutes before an arm came over her shoulder and delivered a mug of steaming tea. As she was issuing her thanks, another arm came over and this time a plate of bacon, sausage, fried eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes was put in front of her. Her imprisonment was cruel but this was hardly shades of the Black Hole of Calcutta, and she tucked hungrily into what was one of the tastiest breakfasts she had ever had. The sizzling continued behind her as April sat down opposite with a bowl of muesli, also steadfastly ignoring her. Presently May also joined them, flashing a quick, nervous smile in Leah’s direction as she bit into her small bacon sandwich. It was odd that the twins had relatively scant portions to eat while their prisoner was allowed to gorge.
Fatting me up for the kill
were the words that went through Leah’s mind.

The kitchen was obviously the hub of their life and bore the hallmarks of their activities. There were discarded items of clothing draped over chairs, whilst footwear of all varieties sat in piles by the doors. On a smaller square table by the back entrance there lay two wood pigeons and a pheasant, along ominously with the shotgun presumably used to despatch them. There were various pieces of riding equipment and clothing on worktops and sideboards, as was Leah’s own Radley handbag, which looked incongruous amongst the paraphernalia of country living.

April finished her muesli and started chatting about the horses to her sister, who continued to eat slowly and silently, every now and then casting quick glances towards Leah and her only partially covered chest. Huw cleared his plate and noisily pushed back his chair, telling all who would listen that he was going down to the village now, throwing a brief look at the captive as if to suggest his business there involved her. From behind Leah, Gwendolen bid her husband a relatively cheery goodbye, as if he was off to plough his fields or prod his cattle, rather than trip down the road to deliver ransom demands by phone.

Leah finished her breakfast and waited patiently for a break in April’s seemingly constant chatter to offer her thanks to May for the breakfast. The younger twin nodded in response and might even have spoken if Gwendolen had not cut in.

‘Take her upstairs to her room now, both of you. Make sure she has a shower. May, sort her out some clothes, like I told you.’

Leah was led up the wide staircase to the galleried landing, and where the upper storey divided into two separate sections so did the twins, the younger one going off to the right while April propelled Leah down the opposite corridor to a door at the end. Once unlocked, her room looked very little like a cell. It was large and light, with white painted walls on smooth plaster. The double divan looked plump and comfortable, topped by a light quilt to suit the season. The headboard was in black iron, with a gothic arch in the middle, and elongated bedposts crowned with
fleur-de-lis
. The sheets, pillow cases and quilt cover were all parchment white in colour and smelled freshly laundered.

There were a couple of dark oak bedsides chests, a dressing table and a matching heavily carved coffer, but despite these period-style features the room had a modern feel and had obviously been repainted recently. On the wall to the left was a partially opened door, giving a glimpse of the tiled floor of an en suite bathroom. Far away on the opposite wall stretched a very un-gothic fitted robe, spanning most of the wall and reflecting back the light from the windows in its large mirrored centre door.

Leah was pushed straight through to the en suite and told tersely to remove her clothes. She complied immediately, feeling wretched and filthy and desperate to wash off the remnants of Huw’s semen that last night had evaded the elder twin’s hoovering mouth and dried tight and itchy on her skin. Leah had become painfully aware of it at breakfast, and she was sure that in May’s eyes the small clear flakes were conspicuous and harsh, like betrayal. April tauntingly watched as Leah’s dress came off, smiling and raising her eyebrows in appreciation as her bare sex came on view. The dress was absent-mindedly pushed into a black bin liner but the twin did not take her eyes off her captive, even drawing closer as her bra came off and her breasts sprang out.

Leah had wanted to be defiant in her humiliation but her nipples, little peaks of pale pink flesh, were rock hard and gave her away. April seized on the tell-tale sign of arousal with glee.

‘You dirty bitch! You’ve been dying to show me your tits, haven’t you? I bet you want me to suck them too, don’t you?’

Leah’s nipples were as hard as they had ever been, stretching as if to reach out to the taunting captor, who had bent down as if ready to suck upon them. Instead the girl merely pushed out her tongue and waggled it millimetres from the tip of each breast in turn. Leah held her breath, sure that contact was imminent. The touch would make her gasp, she knew that. It would betray her dirty yearning, as wretched as her position was. April smiled up as she teased, her eyes never leaving Leah’s as she opened her mouth ready to encircle the tingling flesh. Then suddenly her head drew back, her smile turned to a sneer and she spattered a gob of spit onto Leah’s chest.

‘Get into the shower, you fucking lesbo!’ she snarled, her harsh face and words jarring Leah with their vitriol.

Leah stepped into the bath and the girl pushed her towards the shower end, adjusting the temperature buttons and turning it on before half-pulling the curtain across. The water came out shockingly cold and Leah screeched and tried to escape the flow, only to be held in place by the girl. Fortunately the warmth began to come through and settled at a pleasant temperature. Leah was handed a sponge and told to use the shampoo and shower gel from the stand in the corner. She quickly lathered up under the constant belittling gaze of the girl, hurriedly removing the mess from her chest and trying not to look like she was in any way seeking to stimulate her still erect nipples.

April unceremoniously pulled down her leggings and knickers and sat down on the toilet seat, springing up immediately and pulling back the shower curtain to make sure that Leah was still visible before taking her seat again. With her legs wide so that her pussy was on view, she began to pee, ordering Leah in no uncertain terms to watch her. The girl was biting her lip and grinding against the loo seat as the urine sprayed, smiling in that lascivious way of hers as Leah continued to soap her chest clean. Before the stream had even abated, the nasty captor had her hand down between her spread thighs and was rubbing at herself there whilst calling Leah dirty names.

‘Let me watch you clean your filthy cunt out, you slut!’ she snarled.

The vulgarity shocked Leah into immediate action, her absolute need to obey at least masking the guilt at her desire to get her hands down to where the throb was quickly becoming too insistent to ignore. Humility still meant she was unable to do any more than sponge tentatively at her soft mound, but she knew she wasn’t far from losing her head in her mounting excitement. Her voyeur had no such reticence, plunging two fingers inside her wet sex and noisily frigging herself, lifting her hips and thrusting them forward so that she could be better seen, pulling out the slickened digits at intervals to suck off all those slick juices. Leah watched, almost desperate to be ordered to copy her captor, the sponge still pressed chastely into her crotch but nowhere near enough to give her body what it was crying out for.

‘Spread yourself for me,’ came the next gruff instruction, with April flush-cheeked and looking manic again. ‘Use your fingers to hold your filthy cunt open so I can see.’

Leah could feel the shame burning her cheeks but still she dropped the sponge immediately, thankful at the chance to touch herself, however rude she would look in doing it. She pressed the fleshy heal of her thumb to the throb and then used her first two fingers to ease herself apart. The stream of water ran down, tickling and teasing inside the petal lips of her labia now stretched and exposed. Her knees weakened but it was still nowhere near what she needed, and cruel April was bucking against fingers knuckle deep to show Leah exactly what she was missing.

‘Spray the shower up your cunt,’ April commanded. Leah didn’t care how desperate she looked in obeying so quickly. She barely cared to ensure she didn’t drench the whole room as she unhitched the shower head from its housing and pointed it between her legs. She spread herself as wide as she could and moved her thumb away, to leave her aching clit exposed. The hot fizz made her gasp. It was almost painful, so sensitive did she feel there. The spray went inside, tingling within her. She was well versed in this method of stimulation but she knew that it wouldn’t be enough on its own to bring her to a finish. Other things would be needed, and in that she was in her captor’s hands.

April seemed to be measuring her finish. Her eyes were half closed and her fingers jammed deep, no doubt working feverishly inside. Her chest was rising and falling with heavy, rapid breaths and Leah began to sense that a finish was coming to rob her of the chance for one of her own.

‘Pee for me,’ the girl hissed through barred teeth.

The humiliation might have made Leah dry up but her bladder was aching and any measure of relief was to be welcomed;
anything
to protract this moment was to be welcomed. Trembling, she dipped her knees and pushed her hips further into the shower flow and then let go her own stream, sighing hard at the glorious release. The rudeness only made the fizzle in her clit stronger, the need for something more ever greater. Surely the girl would have to reward this filthy obedience? But the dirty show only sped April towards the edge. Her gasps were turning to moans, and the fingers were now slapping furiously in and out of her, and then her eyes screwed shut and her hips bucked as she climaxed convulsively. Just before she sat heavily back down on the loo seat she reached out and wrenched the shower head from Leah’s hand and dropped it to spray uselessly against the side of the bath.

Leah slid her hand from her crotch, still desperate but feeling nakedly ashamed. The girl came down from her climax with heaving breaths, staring contemptuously at her captive, her mouth open and showing her pointy canines as she panted for air. She gave her fingers one last, cleansing suck and stood to pull up her clothes again.

‘Turn that water off, you disgusting wanking bitch,’ she said.

Leah was shaking from the denial of pleasure that had seemed so imminent. There was a chill to her wet skin and in the vindictive, almost deranged actions of this girl. She caught the towel thrown at her and pressed it to herself, glad to cover her modesty under April’s sudden look of distaste. Her tormentor leaned in, the snarl now returning.

‘You fucking slut,’ she said with quiet menace, ‘showing off to me like some filthy lesbo stripper. Get yourself dried and ready and don’t dare try to frig yourself off!’

Leah did as she was told, the girl staying briefly to make sure her instructions were being properly carried out and to signal which toiletry items should be used. When she left she marched out of the bathroom with a backwards threatening glare. The unpredictable aggression of the elder twin was unnerving to say the least, and Leah quickly brushed her teeth, dried her hair as best she could and wrapped the towel protectively around her body before tentatively going back into the bedroom.

April stood by the bed with her arms crossed, frowning as she watched May folding and piling a selection of T-shirts. The sight of the younger girl prompted butterflies in Leah’s belly but she realised with dismay that the whole episode in the bathroom had most likely been overheard, including the most shameful bits. Again Leah felt that her actions could be construed as a form of betrayal and she was filled with an overwhelming urge to explain to May that she wasn’t necessarily a willing partner in these games. She was conscious of hurting the younger twin, who had gone out of her way to make sure her confinement was as bearable as possible. Leah sensed the quiet defeat of being the second-born and having to live in the shadow of an older, brasher sister. As far as Leah was concerned though, the sun shone on May, and somehow she needed to let her know this.