Snatched (11 page)

‘I’ll cool you bitches off,’ she said.

Leah instinctively put her arms out but it was never going to be any kind of defence. All it did was help spatter the sudden incoming jet up towards her face. Her assailant opened the hose nozzle just a little, lessening the hit but spreading the impact zone. Leah shrieked as her shirt front was saturated, the cold from the tap enough to take her breath away despite the heat of the day. Trying to evade the stream only brought fresh cold shocks in new areas. She just had to stand and take it, hunching up as the evil twin came ever closer to improve her accuracy.

Leah’s top clung like a second skin, the bra beneath also soaked through. Her nipples were immediately as tightly hard as they could be, poking forward through the sodden cloth as if begging for attention. The jets against them stung and made Leah gasp, but her efforts to put her hands in the way were only half-hearted. The water jet was directed methodically downwards, shrinking the material to Leah’s belly and causing the muscles beneath it to ripple and clench. The jet didn’t stop there. The nozzle was turned slightly to concentrate the hit. The cascade was already running down to her knickers, causing her hips to jerk back and forth. The main stream had her shrieking and crouching but with the jet suddenly aimed up towards her face, Leah was instantly persuaded to straighten up again.

The hit at her crotch was both a system shocker and delighter at once - more intensely electric than the tingling warmth of the shower head. The cold and greater force of this jet, what with her all itchy-hot and swollen from her fun with May, had her knees buckling and threatening to give way. It was all she could do to keep the jet on target and avoid bending double as April sauntered mercilessly forward to ever increase the intensity of the hit. It was cruel and vindictive but the thrill was undeniable. The cold should have chilled her passions but inside she was burning. With the hose nozzle barely more than a foot away, Leah gave up trying and pushed her hips out to feel the full force on her desperate clit, the jet forcing the crotch of her sodden knickers up inside her and laying her lips bare. She knew how it would look to May, but she couldn’t help herself.

With her in this panting, wailing, trembling state she felt her tormentor close in. The spray was right on her, so hard as to be almost too painful to allow, the cold now overtaken by the heat of her bliss. She knew the hose was going up her. All she could do was to lightly rest her hands ineffectually upon her assailant’s arms: less of a defence and more an accepting capitulation. The force of the water at her clit was speeding her towards a humiliating, almost unbearable finish, so she was almost glad when the nozzle lowered those few fractions.

She felt the hardness at her saturated opening, the numbing of the cold not allowing her to deduce whether it was fingers or plastic spreading her apart. The first tantalising droplets hit where she was still hot inside but then her nerves were suddenly overtaken in an onrush and she was being flooded. Her scream was stopped by the soft lips of her assailant, pressing with surprising tenderness to her own, the tongue searching but not invasive, loving rather than forcefully crude. It was perhaps the addition of this gentler passion that made it all too much for Leah and had her dropping to her knees despite all desire to see it through to the unimaginable climax.

The hose pulled clear on her descent to lie harmlessly drenching the new hay. Leah was dimly aware that she should apologise, but she didn’t know if it was for the hay getting wet or for not hanging on to see her punishment through. As it was, no apologies were going to be enough for the evil twin. With her puss still clenching and dying to be filled again, with the water still pouring out of her and down her inner thighs, Leah was turned and forced down onto hands and knees, her flushed face prickled by the hay. Her knickers were already wet from her soaking and would have offered zero protection, but down they came anyway, left as a tight, biting bind around her open thighs.

Her rump was cold and wet and she knew the smacks would sting. Three came, her assailant spitting vitriol with each one, and the wicked, thrilling fire was instant. Leah yelled and thrust her bottom out for more. None followed. Instead there was gorgeous wet warmth at her little hole: the probing, slippery contact of a naughty tongue. The face was at her cheeks, pressing hard. This was no tender kiss like the last one. This was urgent and mucky, trying to force her tightness open, trying to get her all slippery-wet and ready. Still Leah could not make herself defend against what she guessed was coming. She couldn’t get off her knees and roll onto her front. She could only force back into the face of her ravisher, trying to impale herself on that intruding tongue and hoping that the next cold rush would be as fabulously nasty as the last.

Her little hole gave some attempt at resistance but the spit there was too slick and thickly copious to hold out. The breach came, the nozzle eased in slowly. It was thin and the invasion not immediately deep, but she had steeled herself for way more and silently yearned for it. Oddly, the cold burst should have been immediate and overwhelming. Instead there was no cold at all, no flood. It simply felt no more than the penetration of, say, a thumb; easily manageable and enough to have her clit throbbing and begging again. She almost gave in and asked for more, but then she realised that the hose nozzle had been intentionally closed and was about to be opened again.

She registered the first twisting movement, the smooth plastic at her spit-wet hole still thrillingly ticklish. The first sign of cold shocked her and had her yelping again. Then the next rapid twist came and the jet was right up her. Her head snapped back and her eyes screwed shut as her mouth stretched open to its extremes, but the sensation was too much for Leah to even utter a sound. It was panic-inducing, awful and delicious all at once. There was nothing to benchmark this feeling against. The nerve endings all over her body and in her brain seemed to prick and fizzle. There was a surge of heat in her sex, like it had been plugged into the mains. The cold inside was so great it couldn’t even register past that first initial shock. It was horribly glorious.

The pleasure of her flooding gathered but went suddenly beyond that as she could take no more and started to cramp. She at last found her voice and gabbled her alarm. For once her tormentor showed immediate mercy. The jet abated and she felt the nozzle being eased clear, her hole closing tightly behind it as if it wasn’t already too late to save the day. The cramps didn’t stop and Leah knew this expulsion would not be the relatively modest and unnoticeable flood down her thighs as it had been with her puss. It was going to be incomparably vulgar.

It wasn’t going to be stopped and May would witness it all. Leah perhaps could have moved from her position on all fours but something made her stay there. The purge was imminent and she pushed her hips back to open herself more. The shiver started in the top of her head and swept down her body. She didn’t dare picture how far the spray would go or how unutterably dirty she would look. She didn’t dare imagine how exalted she would sound. Then it came, and her yell rose instantly to a screech. The first expulsion was too fast and furious and her muscles clamped shut. It was already too much for her; too scintillating, however mortifying. She couldn’t help herself. As her muscles relented and forced out the next jet she already had her hand down between her thighs so that she could rub herself furiously. To her eternal shame she masturbated until the last of the water was gone, and she had collapsed flat, whimpering and grinding into the soaked hay-covered ground.

She finally lay still, eyes tight shut, not knowing how she could possibly face them after finding such rapture through such humiliating filth. May would certainly shun her now. Hopefully she had already left, unable to watch it all. If not, the insults from April would be immediate and terrible; a disparaging indictment of Leah’s shameful wantonness that would send a shiver down the spine of the younger twin. The next words would be spat with disgust and were bound to see her finished. However, although it was the older twin who immediately piped up, her words were not directed at Leah.

‘Who the fuck is
that
?’ April said. ‘What the hell are the police doing here?’

The word was like current to Leah’s system and she dragged herself onto her knees, even managed to rise on shaky legs and pull her knickers back up to help hide her recent shame. Both twins stood squinting out into the sunlight wearing concerned expressions. Leah shuffled over behind them for a view of her own. Looking up towards the top gate she could see Gwendolen in conversation with a rather busty-looking female who stood with hands on hips and nodded as the farmer’s wife pointed down the track and directed attention away from the stables. The girl’s shirt was snow white and glaring in the day’s brightness, and only outshone by the shining silver of her hat badge. If that was not proof enough of her identity, then the black and white checked cravat left no doubt that this visitor was indeed, unequivocally, a police officer.

A thousand thoughts poured through Leah’s mind surrounding this visit, of the hope it gave her and of the potential danger she faced if her captors realised that Thomas had spilled the beans. Mostly though, she just silently screamed with exasperation as the policewoman steadfastly refused to look over in her direction. And then she was. Momentarily perhaps, but plainly so, and Leah was waving at her although her arm was so shot through with adrenalin it seemed too heavy to lift. She kept frantically waggling it about, even after the girl had failed to see her desperate signal and turned her head away, and even as April turned to witness this attempt to be seen.

Her arm still waved as she was grabbed by the hair and painfully propelled backwards and deposited with a cushioned landing onto her backside, squarely on top of a mound of messy hay that had been prepared for shovelling into the wheelbarrow. She sat blinking up at the elder twin and saw the eyes flashing and the teeth barred with infuriation, and watched the arm rise fully up with the palm open, ready to deliver a stinging blow. As always, it was the younger twin that saved the day.

‘Stop it!’ May cried out. ‘It’s OK - she’s gone!’

April just about managed to hold her violence in check, but with a single exorcism of concentrated fury, she gathered her saliva and discharged it into Leah’s face, landing it with spattering force on her victim’s cheek. Leah trembled as the girl’s rage was vented in a string of babbled curses. It took several seconds before April had regained sufficient control to talk coherently.

‘Get into the house, you mucky shit-whore!’ she screamed. ‘Get your clothes off right here and then get your filthy fat arse into the shower and don’t come out of it until you are fucking-well clean!’

Leah was too frightened to even think about defiance. She shed her clinging clothes and hurried out of the stable in only her green rubber boots, scarlet-cheeked and painfully aware of the used hay stuck to her legs and bottom. April chased her into the house, threatening her all the way, bellowing threats as she stumbled to remove her wellies in the kitchen doorway and then scurried upstairs. Halfway up, the twin stopped her pursuit but Leah continued her sobbing run into the safety of her room and into the en suite where she pulled the curtain across and dived under the cleansing jet.

She was left completely alone all afternoon to ponder her morning and the promise of a seemingly inevitable punishment. Her only sustenance was water from the bathroom tap and a single plain pitta bread, and that only because it was thin enough to be pushed under the door by an unseen benefactor. She spent the hours in a hazy mix of troubled images and fantasies woven out of her morning’s humiliation. She pushed aside thoughts of her degrading display and concentrated on the unspoken bond she had clearly now formed with May. Her rude show had not counted against her as assumed. They had been joined by an exquisite intimacy that needed no words of acknowledgement. Leah felt young and enraptured, lifted above her fear by the brilliance of their connection. She could remember every single word May had uttered, every movement she had made and every expression on her face, and all sent her heart fluttering. It was like being in love.

Gwendolen came at around six and glared at her with silent malice but still delivered the usual tasty and generous meal, which provided just a hint of forgiveness. Later, towards dusk, the door opened again as May slipped in, sent to retrieve the tray of food. She looked young and nervous with her hair down around her shoulders, dressed only in ankle socks and a nightie, and flickering edgy smiles of encouragement at the captive. Leah was absolutely desperate to speak to her and she almost burst into tears when she saw the girl trying to avoid eye contact as she picked up the tray and turned to leave.

‘I didn’t mean to,’ Leah stammered. ‘The waving - I couldn’t help myself.’

May set the tray down and came over to perch herself on the edge of the bed. With heart-stopping tenderness she reached up and brushed Leah’s hair away from her eyes and stroked her head.

‘It’s all right,’ she said, ‘I know you couldn’t.’

‘Is my punishment going to be very bad?’

‘No, the policewoman wasn’t there because of you and it’s over now, so I don’t think Gwen will stay mad for long.’

‘I can’t stop thinking about you,’ Leah whispered.

Her chest was banging so hard and her throat was so dry she was surprised her words were even audible, but May’s tiny gasp followed by the familiar bitten bottom lip showed that they were indeed plainly heard. The young girl’s hand stopped its caresses and was snatched away to be clasped in her lap. Then slowly it inched back towards Leah, burrowed under the bedclothes until it found a clammy hand to hold.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you either,’ she said.

She drew in a deep shaky breath, and then with her free hand she very slowly pulled at the gathering of material at her lap and pulled it up over her thighs. Leah just stared wide-eyed as the bare legs were exposed and then gently parted to give her a view of the smooth-shaven mound and perfect, neat dark slit of May’s wonderful pussy. Leah was absolutely frozen in the moment, paralysed by excitement and hungry longing. She felt her hand being released and the girl’s open palm travelling up her belly and closing over the swell of her bosom and grasping the soft flesh. Leah’s nipple was already hard and May trapped it between her index and middle fingers and squeezed it between them as she bent towards the captive.