Snatched (7 page)

The terrible visions were coursing through Leah’s mind but her crippling fright could not extend to her hand and it continued in a blur as she rubbed herself furiously. Here she was at last, masturbating on the orders of a watching Mistress and trying to obliterate from her mind the inestimable dread of the hounds breaking through and ripping into her from behind. As the yelps from the kennel reached a crescendo, her muscles started to melt and in her mind’s eye she could see Gwendolen, naked now from the waist down and spreading her fat pussy lips as she too masturbated, the dogs slavering inches from her behind.

The hot flush of blood began to rise in Leah’s head and pound in her ears, and she knew her climax was only seconds away. She gave into it, shoving her bum further out towards the pack so they could see her twitching holes, and letting the sobs in her throat break free into a gasping yell. Before her orgasm could take hold she jerked forward under the searing pain bursting across her buttocks, registering the swoosh of the crop an instant later. Her hands came back to protect her rump and she could feel the line of stinging fire on her cheeks. She scrambled to turn and sit, seeing Gwendolen with a face like thunder looming over with the crop once more raised and poised to strike.

‘Did I give you permission to come?’ she shouted.

‘No, Mistress!’

The woman bent down and glared into Leah’s eyes, the whip end just in front of her face.

‘When your husband fails to pay up - and he will - you will become my property until I am tired of you. You will act absolutely on my command and every single indiscretion will be punished without exception. I hope you understand this because it will hurt you very much if you do not.’

Leah nodded feebly in response.

‘Good. I was going to let you work outside with the girls today but instead I will have to take you back to the house and decide there what course of action needs to be taken. You do understand I need to punish you?’

Leah didn’t, but her head was already nodding involuntarily. She was helped off the floor and told to go back to the car while the Mistress took the large sack and went into the kennel, presumably to deliver food, judging by the increased yelps from the hounds. Leah felt numb. Was it actually possible that you could be abducted and never found? The surrealism of her situation vanished, to be replaced by stark reality. Her husband was being asked to buy her out of slavery at a price that he could never afford and which would almost certainly lead to theft and thus his own imprisonment. The possibility of emancipation was evaporating before her eyes, and Leah suddenly knew that the woman now climbing into the car, with a whip in her hand and a mind full of cruel desires, had absolutely no intention of ever setting her free.

Four

Leah was glad that the farmhouse was empty and no one was there to see her returned in shame by her Mistress. She was led immediately upstairs to her bedroom. Gwendolen stripped the bed of its quilt, obviously to reduce the padding, since the captive was then told to kneel on the bed on all fours and stay in that position until a suitable punishment had been determined. For added humiliation her knickers were pulled down to mid-thigh, so that her bottom was barely covered by her T-shirt.

‘Don’t you dare get off your knees,’ the Mistress said. ‘I will be watching you and it will give me the greatest pleasure to double your penalty if you fail to comply.’

Leah was fully aware that the cameras were trained on her backside and as soon as she heard her captor leave and the door click shut, she reached back to pull her top as far down over her thighs as she could. She wondered who would be monitoring her moves and desperately hoped it was only May, grabbing surreptitious glances and secretly rueing her generosity in supplying longer tops to cover the captive’s modesty. However, each time she sought comfort in these thoughts they were mercilessly pushed aside by fearful images of Huw, slowly stroking his massive erection and patiently waiting for his wife to let her guard down and allow him the opportunity to force his way into his prisoner’s tightness and roughly take his pleasure.

It proved to be a difficult morning that pushed Leah to the limits of her endurance. She attempted to concentrate on the fact that Thomas was coming the following day and may even save her. Just to see him would be a huge comfort, although she felt queasy at the thought of him being led into a trap that could easily see him imprisoned. She wondered if she would have a chance to warn him, to let him know he would have to tell the police and leave her to take her chances for his sake. She knew he would never heed the advice. He would certainly take whatever came to him if it meant even the slightest hope of her safety.

Such thoughts provided little solace and were sporadic, constantly interrupted by the residual pain of the stripe across her buttocks from that morning, and the certain knowledge that at that very moment further punishment was being devised. Her knees and back were aching and every time she rested on her elbows to bring an element of relief her top rose up, forcing her to hastily resume her former position and cover herself again. A handful of occasions she was on the verge of relenting only to find a new reserve of stamina. Oddly, a couple of times this happened she realised it wasn’t just to spare her the pain of greater chastisement, it was out of determination not to fail her Mistress, a thought that sent a pulse of excitement shooting to her sex.

After interminable hours she heard footsteps in the corridor and her bedroom door swung open. She was almost thankful that her punishment had finally been decided but she still closed her eyes and prayed that the new arrival turned out to be the one sympathetic soul. There was only a one-in-four chance and with retribution already promised, she knew the odds were stacked against her.

‘Hello, bitch.’

The cheery maliciousness was unmistakeably April’s. Leah’s heart sank to her stomach. She heard the clang of pottery and metal and opened her eyes to view the tray that the girl had placed on the bedside cabinet. On it was a huge steaming tureen with protruding ladle, plus a smaller bowl, a couple of hunks of white bread and a spoon. There was an accompanying bottle of spring water and a tall glass that caught the sun rays from the window so that a corona sparkled at the rim. April moved away and as Leah felt her climb onto the bed behind her she caught the scent of sweet perfume mixed with hay and animal sweat.

She heard the unmistakeable swish of clothes being pulled down and a sigh of satisfaction as her own top was peeled away to expose her bottom. Her hips were gripped tightly and drawn slowly backwards by the girl. She felt the prickle of stubble against her skin and then the contact of a little mound of yielding softness followed by a hot wet kiss as a bare cunt was glued to the flesh of her bum. The lips spread and smeared Leah’s buttock with slick juices as the girl ground against her.

‘Tut, tut,’ April mocked. ‘Who’s been a naughty girl? I asked Auntie Gwen if I could pour that scalding soup right into your dirty hole but she wouldn’t let me. She says she doesn’t want you spoiled before your husband has a chance to pay. She’s got other plans for you, though, so don’t think you’re going to get away with it.’

Leah felt the girl’s hand slide down over her crotch and she cried out as her clitoris was pinched hard between forefinger and thumb, making it swell instantly and throb against the pressure. The other hand splayed out at the small of her back, with the thumb pushed into the cleft of her buttocks so that it rested against the open dampness of her anus.

‘She told me what you did down at the kennels. She said that you were actually begging her to let the dogs free so that they could get to your bum. That doesn’t surprise me one bit - I bet a bitch like you dreams of things like that all the time, even if you are a lesbo.’

Leah was sobbing with the injustice of the filthy words and the shameful spasms of delight as the girl squeezed and rubbed at her beating clit. She felt the girl’s thumb increase its pressure on her tight hole and she tensed herself for the delicious entry, but it never came. April’s erratic rage spilled over again and Leah took two spitefully harsh slaps to the buttocks before a mouthful of spit was sent spattering onto her back and she was pushed forward onto the bed.

‘Eat your soup, you doggie-fucking dyke, before I use it to give you an enema!’

April’s face was screwed up and her eyes flashed with intimidating rage, but her hand was between her thrust-out thighs and she rubbed herself with seemingly uncontrollable urgency before finally managing to pull her hand away. The girl was bubbling with ire and Leah nervously pulled her top down to cover herself against the threat of another explosion. April was forming fists and practically snarling as she glared at her prey and tried to determine how best to next assault her. In the end her panting chest eased and her mouth stretched wide into her cruellest smile as she said with glee:

‘You just wait until Auntie Gwen gets you. I hope she makes you sleep in horse shit, you filthy cunt-loving tart!’

With that, April bounced off the bed and, still with her leggings at mid-thigh, she turned to make her exit. She was still emanating a low guttural, animal moan and as she strode to the door her right hand came back, clapping against her buttocks as her middle finger thrust wantonly into the tight cleft in search of a hole. Before leaving she momentarily stopped, clinging onto the door with her free hand, her arse pushed out and waggling as she frigged herself from the rear. The adrenalin was still buzzing through Leah for a long time after the girl’s departure and her soup was only tepid by the time she felt calm enough to eat.

April’s sexual mania was simply scary. When coupled with the apparently unrelenting harshness of the Mistress, it promised a tumultuous existence for anyone on the receiving end. Leah wondered how long she could survive this intimidating way of life if she wasn’t to be saved. Her body would surely be unable to withstand the kind of pernicious attacks they seemed desperate to unleash. The cruelty and degradation was unimaginable, and yet her pussy flowed freely at the thought. It didn’t just trickle; it gushed and dampened the sheet as images of the woman with her whip, and April, possessed with sexual fury, set about the erogenous zones of her unprotected body.

With her food finished, Leah was now unsure of what to do next, and whether she should assume her former position on the bed. She had certainly eked out her meal in an effort to stave off the time when she would have to get back onto her aching knees, hoping that it would not be seen as a deliberate and punishable attempt to postpone the execution of the Mistress’s order. She heard footsteps outside her room again, heavier than before, and before she had entered, Leah had guessed it would be Gwendolen. She hadn’t guessed that she would be sporting the uniform of a dominatrice.

The spike-heeled boots were thigh-length and shining in black PVC. Her bare thighs were fleshy but firm and nicely tanned, and pushed together by the tightness of her black leather mini-skirt, which was held together at each side by a criss-cross of cord that allowed the bulge of leg to come through to reveal an absence of underwear. Her black underbust corset was front-laced and gave her a sculpted figure, whilst leaving her heavy round breasts free from any restraint. They were not entirely naked. Two strips of black tape were stuck over each nipple in a cross, the brown areolae visible where the strips did not intersect.

Her make-up was dark and heavily applied, with black on her lips and purple on her cheeks and over her eyes. Her costume was completed by a silver and diamante tiara, and fingerless, elbow-length gloves in shining latex. In one hand she held a black novelty riding crop, with a flat tip in the shape of an upturned heart - or a shapely female bottom, perhaps. In the other she grasped a brown paper grocery bag, which she upended so that the contents spilled onto the bed: two plastic pegs, a pear, a banana, and a thick carrot of some nine or ten inches in length, blunt-tipped and ready peeled. The woman stood and examined her quarry, allowing her appearance to take its full effect.

‘You have done well so far and earned yourself some leniency,’ she said, ‘but you should remember that I demand instant obedience at all times. Take off your top for me.’

Leah’s response was almost mechanical and her shirt was coming over her head before she had properly digested Gwendolen’s words or the significance of the items from the brown bag that lay on the bed. Her near-nudity left her vulnerable but her little pink nipples belied her trepidation and stuck out at the Mistress as they filled with blood.

The order to remove her knickers was obeyed with only a moment’s hesitation but once she was naked and her body came under the close scrutiny of the woman, a shiver of dread swept across her skin. There was simply no telling what fate awaited her or whether she could withstand the demands made upon her. If she could have looked deep in to her mind though, she would have found that her biggest fear was that once more she would not be allowed to come.

Gwendolen was drinking in the view of her bare victim and lust began to glaze her eyes. Both hands went to her outer thighs and moved up, slowly dragging her tight skirt with them. It was a teasing display, with the olive skinned legs coming on show inch by inch. Leah expected a tan line to appear at any second but it never did, and suddenly she was staring wide-eyed at the dark lips of the woman’s plump pussy. The Mistress opened out her stance so that the full hang of her labia could be viewed between her thighs, and then she licked her right forefinger and placed it between her legs, running it up the split of her sex and pulling up the skin at the very top, just beneath the trim V of her jet black hairs.

Leah was made to lie on her back in the middle of the bed while Gwendolen moved the groceries to the opposite side so that she could climb on. Facing away from the captive, she straddled her, and Leah held her breath as she glimpsed the fat bottom bare for the first time. Like her thighs it was meaty but firm, the buttocks jutting not flat, and separated by a deep gash that yawned as the woman pushed her hips out as she took her position just above Leah’s face.

Gwendolen reached back with both hands and pulled her buttocks apart to display herself in full. It was the first time Leah had ever seen another woman’s other hole in the flesh, and the hairless clutch of puckered skin looked thrillingly rude. The puffy maroon labia dangled inches above her mouth and demanded sucking as longingly as any man’s cock. She was dying to plunge into the woman and her own thighs jumped apart with pleasure as the magic words were spoken:

‘Now girl, I want you to lick my pussy.’

There were very few sentences spoken in Leah’s life that had invoked a greater response. She was suddenly bathed with adrenalin that raised every hair on her body and threatened to burst through the skin. She clenched the walls of her pussy and jerked her hips upwards to try and sate the electric tingle that flowed from the centre of her sex. Her desire was to sink inside the woman, to press her face between her split and push in as deeply as possible. Just in time she managed restraint, realising that it was not about her own needs on this occasion. Her tongue flicked out and juddered one hanging petal and then the other, and the woman straightened her back and sucked a breath in through her teeth. Leah’s thrill grew with her teasing; grazing the heavy lips and bouncing them on the tip of her tongue while her Mistress panted.

Leah instinctively knew when it was time for more and planted her tongue flat between the labia and lapped with slow strokes, tasting the juices and taking them into her mouth. The woman groaned and set down her weight to encourage deeper penetration and suddenly Leah was smothered by warm flesh as the buttocks spread against her face. It was a wonderful feeling, the warm softness pressed and yielding against her own cheeks, and the rudeness of the tight hole against her nose.

Her mistress was grinding and rotating her hips into her and Leah was elated with the realisation that the experience was every bit as filthy as she had hoped it would be. Her own requirement to breathe was ignored and her nostrils struggled to draw in intermittent snatches of warm air scented with bum and arousal. Just before panic could set in, the hips lifted slightly and Leah was able to fill her lungs.

The woman grasped Leah’s breasts and pinched the hardened points of her nipples. The force was enough to see Leah jerk beneath her Mistress. It was a gradual strengthening of grip, taking her through sating pleasure onto a sudden insistent hot itch - not just in the tortured teat but in her pussy too, like the two were connected by the same nerve. Beyond that came a flash of white pain, fleetingly close to unbearable, when there seemed like there could be no flesh left between thumb and forefinger. Then the release saw a warm rush of blood and that itch again, crying out for more of the same. And more came. Leah could feel her Mistress touching something cold to the skin around her nipple and she anxiously recalled the clothes pegs that had earlier tumbled out of the brown paper bag. She could feel sporadic nips as the woman obviously tried and failed to feed her swollen teat between the jaws of the peg. Then that beautiful itching pain was there again as the plastic closed and squashed the throbbing flesh.