Snatched (23 page)

Leah was dimly aware that Gwendolen was now banging Nathan hard and April had taken her arse from his face and had crawled beneath his belly to suck his straining erection and pump her fist up and down his thick meat. Caroline’s reaction at seeing her partner sucked and sodomised was to grind her crotch even harder against Leah, threatening to send them off balance and smashing through the mirrored door. But Leah could not deny her own excitement. She could feel her companion’s hard clit like a little acorn as it rubbed against her own engorged flesh. If her thighs had not been so constricted, she knew her juices would be running freely down her legs and pooling on the floor as if she had wet herself.

She began to reciprocate and grind her hips back against her partner, creating enough friction between them to have them both panting towards an unlikely orgasm. She wished she could kiss Caroline. She wanted to show her that the affection that had previously been spurned was now welcome, and that she was desperate to repay her earlier disloyalty. She continued to grip Caroline’s bottom, but her fingers now foraged within the deep, damp crack. She stretched down but although she could feel the slick evidence of the pussy, it was just out of her reach and hidden between constraining thighs. Her fingertip alighted instead on Caroline’s tighter hole and the girl threw her head back and sighed into her gag at the tickling touch.

In the room, both the men were grunting hard and nearing their finish. Leah pushed her finger into Caroline’s bum and slid it up, remembering how wonderful it had felt when May had first done this to her, and hoped that her current partner could feel even a little of that thrilling, innocent intimacy. Caroline shook and moaned into her gag, but fortunately the fuckers in the room were too preoccupied to notice. The favour was immediately repaid and Leah felt the shivering delight as her narrow passage was invaded by Caroline’s long middle finger. Their constriction was suddenly brilliant, keeping them close and working together to retain their balance as they rubbed their clits together and frigged each other’s bums.

Nathan came first. April’s sudden squeal of approval was clear evidence that he was dowsing her throat with spunk. The captives watched through their own shared climax as Gwendolen fucked him throughout his ejaculation while April kept up her wanking to drain his tightened bollocks dry. Leah was dimly aware that May was coming too, emitting her little panting sighs and quiet sobs. Then it was Thomas’s turn. He grabbed May by the hair with his left hand and yanked her head back, stretching the pale skin at her throat. He withdrew his cock and pummelled his right fist up and down the shining length, letting out a grunt as the first splashes of come shot out onto May’s back and hair. Leah was in a trembling daze as she watched her husband cover her former lover with his seed.

Somewhere along the line her new partner had forced another finger into her bum and the walls of her rectum were squeezing against them as her pussy contracted from her orgasm. Thomas was still holding May’s hair and spraying her. He briefly held back, then jerked forward and sent out a final thick spurt that shot over the top of her head and landed on her up-turned nose. The spunk had enough momentum to climb the little tip and then drip down in a milk-white string that brushed her lips and chin before descending to the carpet. As the last drip fell from her face, May opened her eyes and looked over towards the wardrobe, her face a mask of post-coital contentment. Somehow she was once again able to meet Leah’s hidden gaze with impossible accuracy. Her breathing was heavy and it took a while for her to regain some control, and it looked like she was whispering something. Leah raised her eyebrows in exasperation, trying to implore May to make herself clear, forgetting that she was hidden from the girl’s vision. Then May took a deep breath and composed herself and, still staring at the same spot on the wardrobe door, silently but clearly mouthed the words,

‘I love you.’

Thirteen

The room cleared quickly with the twins gathering armfuls of clothes and ushering the men from the bedroom with their cocks still twitching and dripping. Gwendolen went to the wardrobe and slid the door open to expose the breathless captives. She looked them up and down before unfastening their leg strap and gags and removing their handcuffs. She said nothing of their flushed faces, slick with saliva, or their thighs, shining with the juices of their stifled climaxes. She merely took hold of them by the upper arms and pulled them out of their confines, saying,

‘Did you like watching your men cheat on you? Do you think they will ever want you back now they have seen what they are missing?’

The Mistress clearly thought her punishment had been effective, although it was glaringly obvious that both girls
had
liked what they saw, and the evidence was smeared on their loins. Leah was surprised she had ended up so aroused but the closeness and exuding excitement of Caroline had kept her cosseted and safe. Their constricted coupling was still intense but also thrillingly secret and almost innocent, with their urgent pussy rubbing and bum-play calling up an image of younger, less experienced days. Leah didn’t know what heart-breaking games May was trying to play, but she felt better protected now because Caroline was there to hold and love her.

Such was the displeasure etched on her Mistress’s face, Leah was surprised and relieved when she wasn’t spat on, or had her backside slapped when she was half-turned for inspection. Gwendolen maintained her look of disgust but also her silence regarding their hardened nipples, flushed chests and faces, and oozing pussies.

‘I’m surprised you bitches aren’t on your knees, kissing my feet,’ she said. ‘You must know how angry I am with you both.’

The girls looked at each other and then dropped down to the floor, ready to lick the woman’s boots, but Gwendolen kicked them away in turn.

‘Get away you dirty tarts - it’s too late for that now. Don’t think for one moment that your punishment is over. That was just the beginning. I am never to be disobeyed, and I am going to think up something special to help remind you of that fact. Now get to bed and stay there until I send for you!’

She turned on her spiked heels and walked from the room, her fat bum wobbling and straining against the straps of her dildo harness. The girls were off the floor and hurrying hand in hand towards the bed, partially to appease their Mistress and primarily from their excitement at the thought of being left alone together. As soon as the door was closed they were kissing. For Leah, it was like she had waited forever for the moment, rather than spurning that very girl over the last few nights in favour of another. She knew she couldn’t simply eradicate May from her thoughts, but she could hide the hurt in Caroline’s ample softness and then gradually allow her already present lust to develop into love.

Their urgency was obvious, and although the policewoman favoured her long, passionate foreplay kisses, both girls were soon open-mouthed against each other and concentrating on more pressing needs, their fingers probing pussy and bum, seeking out each other’s juices. They both wanted an unfettered orgasm, free from their previous restraints to open wide, to lick and suck, to wriggle and buck. They wanted freedom to cry out with abandon. Their coupling was hot and slippery. They clambered over one another and smeared each other’s skin with wet mouths and cunts, and crammed into their partner’s willing holes in reflection of their own desire to be filled.

Leah knew that Caroline wanted her and she let herself be drawn in. She knew the policewoman was no more a lesbian than May, but she could feel the longing emanating from her and it was like love. Leah had always thought that when two girls were together, no matter how lustful or dirty their sex, it was always somehow pure and brilliant. To her it was the highest expression of tenderness. That was why she had craved being with another woman all these years. There was no force or boastfulness, or any primeval urges to plant a seed. It was clandestine and selfless and always,
always,
about making love. The ruder their actions, the more their shared secrecy bonded them together, so that the naivety and innocence and newness was never lost.

Leah climaxed with a mouthful of soft breast and a pussy full of fingers. With her inner walls still clenching she ravished Caroline’s pliable flesh. She sucked and licked her lover’s lips and tongue and nose and ears. She took each of her fingers into her mouth in turn and slurped them clean, tasting herself on every one of them. Then she went down to her feet and bathed them in her warm saliva to show that there was no part of her lover that she didn’t adore. She buried her face in Caroline’s quim, feeling it yield and spread against her, smooth, hot and unctuous. They writhed as she took as much of her lover into her mouth as possible or pressed forward again to try and attain greater penetration. Eventually she found herself on her back with a fat bottom spread over her face and writhing against her nose and stuck-out tongue.

There was not a single request at that moment that Leah would have refused her lover, nothing that she would have baulked at, even for a second. She wanted to be engulfed and yet absorb Caroline, to eat and drink her, to be inside her. Only when the girl’s grinding bum threatened to suffocate her did Leah push her off and forward. She thrust four fingers at once into Caroline’s squelching cunt, and then two more into her twitching bum hole, and then watched contentedly as her lover oozed juice and wanked herself to a gasping climax.

They were snoozing in each other’s arms when the twins barged into the room and April yanked the covers clean off them with the words:

‘Get up, you arse-licking lesbo bitches! And don’t worry about your clothes, you won’t be needing them.’

Down in the kitchen the twins stood the captives by the door and covered them all over in a spray-on sun protection. May was humming gleefully and took mischievous delight in rubbing the cream into Leah’s skin, making sure she massaged it thoroughly into her most sensitive areas, letting her fingers slip between her protective labia to feel the heat within, and pressing her fingertip just inside the protesting anus and wiggling it quickly as the sphincter closed and gripped her. April was less discrete with Caroline, having the policewoman bend over and pull her buttocks apart so that the spray could be liberally applied into her crack, and she was then made to rub it in to herself, with the elder twin ensuring that it was worked deep into pussy and anus, and dealing out a sharp slap when it was deemed that the work was not thorough enough.

Once the captives were amply covered, they had their hair pulled back into pony tails, and they were each given a baseball cap to protect their heads. Finally, they were given matching shoes to wear, red court shoes with high heels, the same as May had been wearing that morning, and Leah realised with further disappointment that the gaudy shoes might actually have been owned by the younger twin after all. The captives put the shoes on, fortunately with little difficulty, although their problems increased when they were both handcuffed and then let out into the sunlight and ordered to teeter their way across the courtyard.

It was clear and warm outside, but not intensely so. Leah felt a welcome coolness on her glistening, moisturised body as they made their way gingerly up to the top gate. The Defender backed up along the track and Gwendolen alighted and walked round the back of the car and bent down to fiddle with some kind of line hanging from her tow bar. As they approached, Leah could see that there were actually two separate threads of a thick hairy string tied to the car and Gwen stood and started to play the lengths out as she walked towards the girls. Without even acknowledging the captives, she took Leah by the wrists to tie the string around the chain of her handcuffs, and then repeated the procedure with Caroline. The two captives looked nervously at each other as the twins both gave them spontaneous farewell slaps to their backsides and walked over to the car with Gwendolen. The car started and pulled very slowly away, the slack of the string being taken up and then going taut, so the captives were jerked along behind the Defender at an uncomfortably fast walk.

They trailed precariously behind along the stony track, each knowing that a fall would be very painful. Leah was praying that she wouldn’t turn over on her high heels, or lose one and have to sustain an impossible limp. She felt frightened and ridiculous, more so as the track eventually ended after some two hundred uncomfortable yards, and after a brief pause to give way, the car turned left onto the black tarmac of what was clearly a public road. The girls had to break into an unbalanced trot as the car pulled up the slight incline, and their previously wiggling tits and bums started to bounce and wobble at the extra exertion.

Caroline squealed as her tits jumped and slapped against her chest and her belly and bottom juddered as she struggled to remain upright. Although being out in the open gave them some hope of being discovered, the thought of being seen in this way was so mortifying that Leah was actually glad when after about seventy more yards Gwendolen turned left again and pulled onto another rough track, lined with concealing bushes. They followed this track for several hundred yards as it wound between hidden fields and then eventually opened out at the corner of a wood.

The girls were sweaty, sore and exhausted from their efforts, and both bent down to catch their breaths when the car finally stopped. Only when Leah heard voices did she look up and see that there were more cars parked along the track to the side of the wood, and several figures were getting out of them. Gwendolen looked smugly satisfied as she removed their handcuffs. Leah couldn’t disguise her alarm as she watched these others gathering at a gate to the nearby field. They were all male. Huw was there, along with the lads from the cottage: Bryn, Ginger and Bare Chest. There were a couple of older men of Huw’s age or more, with rolled-up sleeves to display sinewy forearms, and two younger, grubby farmhands, both equally lank and gormless.

Leah put her arm across her chest and clutched her hand to her groin to cover her exposure, noting that Caroline had already done the same, although her bigger breasts were still spilling out and on view. The Mistress noted their efforts to hide themselves and gave a little snort of derision before motioning them to follow her. She took them straight down to the field, where for the first time the girls set eyes on an enormous bovine standing some fifty yards away with its hind quarters towards them. The huge weighty balls hanging down were clear evidence, if they hadn’t already guessed, that the animal was a bull.

‘That’s Old Tom,’ said Gwendolen. ‘We have to keep him alone because he’s feeling rather fruity at the moment, and that spells danger for everything, man and beast. Come on, it’s time to play a little game.’

She took them towards the gaggle of men. The twins had now joined the group and were giggling with the lads from the cottage. All the men turned to look at the naked captives, enjoying their efforts to hide their modesty. Leah could feel her belly lurching with nerves and she wished she was back in her room, safely in Caroline’s warm embrace. The men were sporting knowing leers and, in a few cases, barely disguised erections behind the tight confines of their trousers. The air was thick with the anticipation of lust, and even the twins were buzzing with excitement.

‘It’s hot,’ said Gwendolen, ‘so I’ll get on with it. The game is simple - would you like heads or tails?’

Leah suddenly realised that the Mistress was addressing her, and she shrugged vaguely and offered an unsure answer of ‘heads.’

‘Fine,’ Gwen continued, looking at Leah. ‘Each man will step forward in turn and I will flip a coin. If it’s heads, you win the man. If it’s tails, Big Tits gets him on her team. Your next job is to get on your knees and suck each one of your team members one by one until they come. These boys don’t like wastage, so if you spill a drop, you will have to do them again. Your biggest problem is that while the boys will be standing safe and sound on this side of the fence, you girls are going to be in the field with Old Tom there, so the quicker you can get finished up the better.’

All the lads were laughing and Leah felt her gorge rising at the fearful thought of being anywhere near the giant beast, let alone in the same field. The notion of having to suck a load of men’s cocks and drink their dirty loads had barely even registered, so trivial did it seem in comparison. She looked at Gwendolen and could see the sadistic satisfaction on her face. It was clear that there was a very real danger of getting hurt to entertain her Mistress’s whims.

‘That bull does get excited rather easily,’ Gwendolen said, ‘and he loves anything female, so once he smells your filthy holes he’ll be on you like a shot. He’s got a massive one - I doubt I can get two hands around it - but he’ll keep going until he gets it into you, and he’s not fussy about which hole, either. And don’t think you’ll just get the one fucking. He can serve thirty-five heifers at a time and give each one a jug of spunk. I can’t remember a single slave that we’ve had who has managed to endure him, certainly none we could keep afterwards.’

The last statement almost made Leah faint. Her whole body was trembling with the fright, although none of the gathered onlookers, including May, seemed to see anything but humour in the situation. She stood feeling light-headed as the blood drained away, watching the men getting into position, ready to be assigned to a team. Suddenly, Leah was shaking herself out of her stupor, knowing that the next few minutes would be critical. As much as she felt for Caroline, she was praying the girl got all the boys on her team.

Bryn was first up and Leah’s heart sank as Gwendolen called a head and he was assigned to her team. He walked over to her, leering at her naked body and idly rubbing his crotch to encourage his erection. Leah hadn’t sucked him at the cottage but she knew Caroline had struggled to take him in and he would be a difficult and stamina-sapping subject. Ginger was next and ended up with Caroline, and then Leah got the first of the older men. She didn’t even know his name, but she was already thinking about his prick and wondering if his age would hamper his speed of ejaculation. She didn’t like the look of the two unfamiliar younger men but she was sure she could empty their balls pretty quickly, and that’s what counted here.