Snatched (12 page)

Leah smelt the girl’s sweet perfume and felt the tingle as their lips brushed almost imperceptibly together. Then came the first kiss. It was tentative, like those stolen in adolescence, and just as exalting. Then May opened up and sank her soft lips down and their tongues were wet and darting inside each other’s mouths. Leah felt like her whole body was melting, the tingling fizz inside her as if the cells were evaporating with the heat of her delirious joy. May suddenly pulled away like a startled cat and her hand shot out from under the covers, jiggling Leah’s breast and leaving the nipple aching for the precious contact.

‘I’ve got to go,’ May said, pulling her nightdress back down and rising from the bed.

‘No!’ Leah wailed. ‘Please stay with me.’

She could feel the tears of frustration welling up and bursting forth. May glanced over her shoulder at the cameras pointed accusingly in their direction.

‘I can’t - they’ll be watching.’

‘Please don’t go - I’m dying for you!’

May bent down and kissed her swiftly on the forehead.

‘I can’t, not tonight, but one day soon - I promise.’

With that she took the tray and hurried from the room, as if staying even a second longer would see her willpower disintegrate. Leah didn’t care who was watching. Her legs writhed beneath the covers as her fingers found their way inside her already leaking pussy, and the tears rolled down her face as she fucked herself.

Seven

The punishment could have been considered light. Gwendolen even allowed the concession of telling her to wear trainers, having noted that the swellings that had come up after her enforced walk in the stilettos had only been made worse yesterday by wearing the wellington boots. Leah ate breakfast alone and was then led over to the scene of her crime and told to sit in the same chair that she had sat on the day before whilst cleaning the boots. Rather than the ball and chain, she was secured by a long shackle with a cuff at each end, one going around her wrist, the other secured to the upright post of the stall. To compound her plight, the key to the lock was hung off a nail which, when she later stretched out to try and get to it, proved to be only some six to eight inches out of her reach.

She was to be left alone in the stall, but the real torture - and she knew that they knew this - was to let her be able to see the twins out with the horses in the near paddock. Being apart from May was hurting her now. It brought the agonies of her younger days flooding back, those countless hours of yearning as she watched her favourites and silently prayed to be allowed to touch them. She was well aware that her feelings were heightened by her current plight, and that what she was hoping for was wrong, but love is love and demands no accountability. When you fall you do so because your body makes you, not out of any conscious or controllable effort, and you have to roll with the pain and ecstasy whether you like it or not.

Her girl flitted in and out of view, bouncing on her pony as she rode the jumps and then wheeled around and out of sight. Leah
knew
her now. She recognised her every movement and could predict each expression on her face although it was a distant blur. She also knew that May would not be out there taunting her on purpose and that she was either blissfully unaware or under the strictest orders to act as she did. Eventually the girls dismounted and disappeared, leaving Leah sad and sulky and alone. Her tears made her eyes tired and soon she was dozing and dreaming of being on horseback with May, sitting behind the younger girl with them both naked in the saddle, her arms clinging around her middle and her pussy pushing into her soft bottom and rubbing against it as they bounced. She was still happily wetting her seat when she was prodded awake.

‘Hello?’

Leah blinked and squinted back at the stranger, a blonde girl displaying rather a large chest behind her tight T-shirt.

‘Do you speak English?’ the blonde continued.

‘Of course I do,’ said Leah groggily, ‘I’m English.’

‘Why have you been chained up?’

‘I’ve been kidnapped,’ said Leah, recoiling instantly from the absurdity of her own words. ‘Who are you?’

‘I’m W.P.C. Caroline Mills,’ the blonde replied.

Leah began to come round properly with these words. She focused suspiciously on her visitor. She wasn’t dressed like a policewoman, unless jeans were now part of the uniform. However, the hair, albeit now down where yesterday it was up in a bun, and the heavy chest, could definitely have identified her as the same girl she had witnessed talking to Gwendolen at the top gate. She began to perk up once she had decided that this wasn’t some intricate trick laid on by her captors.

‘Did my husband tell you?’ she said.

The girl shrugged and looked baffled.

‘No. I don’t know anything about you. I came here yesterday investigating reports of illegal migrant workers in the area. The farmers bring them in. It happens every year.’

‘So you did see me waving?’

‘Well, yes. But I also thought I heard someone scream.’

Leah shivered and blushed in recollection of her desperate cries the day before as she had hosed the stable floor with the purging jets that gushed from her. She hadn’t expected her first ever experience of this to be so beneficial. The girl had spied the key hanging from the nail and was reaching for it.

‘I think we had better get you out of here, hadn’t we?’

Before Leah had time to argue, she had been released and taken by the hand to the stable door, the girl peeking around to see if the coast was clear.

‘I’ve left my car in the lane behind the trees at the back,’ she said. ‘We need to go across the yard and round behind the stables. It’s easy enough to get to it from there. Come on.’

With that, Leah was dragged out into the sunlight and set running across the exposed area of the courtyard to reach the side of another brick outbuilding. Their dash out into the open had seemed interminable and destined for failure. The rescuer was encumbered by her heavy chest and a chubby bottom that was crammed within tight jeans, and she was not the quickest runner, which one might have thought a prerequisite for a policewoman. Leah herself already felt ridiculous and vulnerable in just her top and knickers, although the trainers that Gwen had made her wear were a huge help; wellies would have just added to the feeling of running in wet cement.

However, when they finally reached the wall of the outbuilding and turned behind it, they were out of sight from the house and near to the cover of the wood. Caroline took Leah’s hand again and led her into the trees, picking her way through slowly, having to avoid the clumps of brambles to spare her uncovered legs. They heard the first voices when they were still some twenty yards from where the wood edged the lane. They huddled together behind a bush as they tried to locate the source of the sound. Eventually, with hearts in mouths, they inched forward step by step until they found a vantage point that allowed them a glimpse of her parked car: a blue Focus. Around it were three men, one of them Huw. All of them were looking into the car with suspicion.

Huw was looking at his mobile phone and pointing it at random parts of the sky, presumably to try and get a signal. The girls could hear snippets of the men’s conversation:
must be round here somewhere
, then
probably went in through the woods
, and - most crushing of all -
just let the fucking tyres down.
The girls did not stay to hear the hissing sound of escaping air, with Caroline grabbing Leah’s hand and taking her at first parallel to the lane and then, when a field replaced the trees next to the roadside, away from it to remain under the cover of the woods.

They made laborious progress as they picked their route aimlessly through the foliage. As Leah’s panic began to mount, each step seemed even more futile and unnecessary. She hadn’t wanted to be rescued, actually. With each new bramble or branch that scratched her bare leg, and as each clearing just turned back into more trees, she wanted to scream at the clot of a policewoman who had blundered her into this mess. She kept her control though. Caroline was only trying to help and was for her efforts putting herself into equal peril. She couldn’t possibly have known that Leah was quite happy to stay where she was, with May. For one brief moment Leah did not know what she was most scared of: getting caught, or getting away.

Eventually they had to take a breather and they sat with their backs against the trunk of a fallen oak. Leah sneaked a sideways glance at her would-be rescuer. Although her previously pale complexion was now rosy with her exertions, and the almost white-blonde hair was dampened and darker with sweat, she did not look overly worried about the threat of capture. She was an attractive girl, Leah decided. She was probably around the same age as her, smooth-skinned and pretty. She was a little chubby, although “voluptuous” was a kinder description. There was only a small roll at her belly even as she sat, and really it was her large chest that gave the impression of added weight. Her thighs and hips were bigger than Leah’s and her bottom was curvy even within the tightness of her jeans. Despite herself, Leah had found it rather mesmerising to follow through the woods, just as Gwendolen’s big bottom had captivated her, even when the threat of a hard spanking had loomed.

The girl was too busy trying to catch her breath to ask any of the barrage of questions that must surely have been whirring through her presumably inquisitive mind, so Leah just sat quietly and tried to keep her eyes off her companions heaving chest. Having a police officer with her at this time was not nearly as comforting as Leah might have imagined. They had walked for some time without forming any kind of action plan. They hadn’t even necessarily put any great distance between themselves and their pursuers, assuming that her absence had already been discovered. Each scattering pigeon or flushed-out pheasant set her on edge and the occasional distant barking of a dog was a gut-wrenching reminder of Gwendolen’s promise to her should she ever attempt escape.

They pushed on, Caroline trying to placate Leah’s exasperation by giving assurances that she knew where she was going, although the same clearings and glades appeared to be popping up in front of them again. Then the sound of the dogs came from their distant left. Leah’s stomach flipped with terror. This was not a single dog, or even a couple. It was the pack. Leah knew unquestionably that they would be able to follow her. Gwendolen need only pick up the pair of discarded knickers on the stable floor to give the hounds her scent, the same aroma that was drifting now from her barely covered pussy, hot and moist from the day and the energy expended in her panicked flight.

For the first time Caroline started to look edgy and flustered. She continued to direct proceedings but had grabbed Leah by the wrist to urge her into greater haste. The dogs seemed to be gaining with every step, and now hysteria was starting to sweep through Leah at the thought of being chased down by the hounds. They would recognise her scent, they would know her as the one who showed off to them and had them clamouring at their gate. This time there would be no gate and no Gwendolen to stop them. Her limbs were tired and her aching lungs and heart were struggling to impel her forward. Dread was draining her strength and will away. She had actually stopped and doubled up, spitting onto the ground and feeling nauseous and sure she could no longer continue, when Caroline exclaimed, ‘There!’ And there, indeed, it was.

It was only a small cottage and shabby around the edges, but to the frightened girls it was as welcoming and beautiful as the stateliest of homes. It was set down from the woods, about fifty feet away across a field. Leah calculated from the distance of the barking pack that they could still make it to the house across the open ground without being seen by the pursuers. With renewed stamina they rushed towards it, banging into each other at the low gate at the end of the front garden in their efforts to get to the door. Caroline knocked urgently and their fear started to rise again as no answer came. The policewoman then twisted the black iron doorknob and to Leah’s immeasurable relief, the door swung open.

The cottage was cool and silent. The hallway was lined with coats and boots that smelt faintly of stale sweat. Caroline opened the door to the left and stepped into the small kitchen. There was some unwashed crockery in the sink and the worktops were littered with various bits and pieces, from fishing equipment to tins of tobacco. The room was sparse yet unkempt and Leah instinctively knew that no woman lived here. From the kitchen they went through into the lounge, which housed a deep leather sofa, a large TV, and very little else. The couple of side tables were burdened by remote controls and empty beer cans.

‘We need to find the phone,’ said Caroline, and they both went towards the sofa to track it down. It seemed ridiculous that a room this bare could hide anything, but the phone was elusive enough to have them peering behind the sofa and curtains.

‘What have we here then?’

The deep voice from behind made them both jump, and Leah squealed with shocked surprise. They both spun around to see the burley young man in the doorway, his shotgun pointing right at them and his eyes on Leah’s naked legs.

‘Stealing are we?’ he said.

‘No! No!’ Caroline cried, ‘We did knock, but nobody answered. We just need your help.’

‘You mean you wanted to help yourself, more like.’

Caroline tried to gather herself and take control of the situation. She straightened her back so that her chest puffed out and said,

‘Look, drop the gun, please.’

‘The only thing going to be dropped round here, Missy,’ he said, ‘is your big knickers.’

Both the girls drew in sharp breaths and Caroline looked absolutely perplexed and deflated.

‘But - I’m a policewoman,’ she said.

‘Better still,’ he grinned. ‘I’ve always wanted to tup a copper.’

He didn’t take his eyes off them but his head turned so he could call over his shoulder through the open door.

‘In here, boys!’

The girls remained speechless as they heard laughing from outside and then two more young men pushed their way into the room to stand gawping at them. One was huge - tall and wide, with close-cropped ginger hair. The other was shorter, with jet black hair and eyebrows, and bare-chested, his muscular torso covered in a sheen of sweat and dirt from his morning’s labours.

‘Fuckinell!’ said Ginger. ‘Look at the tits on that!’

Leah was shaking and well aware that the situation was now massively out of hand. She had escaped the dogs only to fall into the hands of a bunch of rampant farm hands. There was no way she was going to be able to offer any weight to help them get out of this scrape and her fate rested completely on Caroline’s shoulders. She was glad when the policewoman began to try and talk her way out of their situation.

‘Look, we weren’t stealing. All we need is to use the phone.’

‘And all I need is my cock sucked,’ laughed the topless one.

‘I just need to phone my sergeant at the station. Sergeant Edwards, that’s all.’

Leah thought Caroline was doing a good job but the three lads seemed impervious to the fact that she had powers of arrest and could easily come back after whatever event they planned for her and see them all locked up.

‘You can’t come into my house with them lovely big tits and big arse, and not expect to get a good fucking.’

‘So you are going to
force
us to have sex with you?’ Caroline said, making sure they heard her emphasis and were aware of the implications.