Snatched (6 page)

April spotted Leah’s entry to the bedroom in the wardrobe’s mirrored door and eyed her reflection up and down scornfully before wandering around the room impatiently, huffing noisily and drumming her fingers on various pieces of furniture in turn. She couldn’t be quiet or still and seemingly had to dominate everything with her presence, making sure she was always the centre of attention. It was as April circulated the room that Leah caught sight of the cameras - two small units mounted below the ceiling, one in the corner, the other a few feet to the side of the entrance door. Both cameras pointed towards the bed, affording different viewing angles, while blinking red lights were indicative of their active status. These were not the first cameras she had seen at the farmhouse, although the units in the stables were an obvious security measure. These ones were clearly there to keep tabs on any prisoners. Leah took the opportunity to fill the gap vacated by April and moved closer to May. She was rewarded with a shy smile that let her know that the bathroom antics would not be held against her.

‘Auntie Gwen says you must wear these,’ said May. ‘Most of the tops are mine and I’ve picked out the longest I could find. You can borrow my jumpers as well if it turns cold.’

May’s concentration turned to a pile of knickers, mostly white and either full-backed or shorts-style. Her eyes were resolutely pinned to the little stack of panties and her cheeks had coloured with an endearing bashful blush, like a Victorian convent girl at the forbidden sight of underwear.

‘These are all mine,’ she said, ‘April only ever wears thongs and I thought you might prefer a little extra, erm, coverage. Gwen has got you some wellingtons to wear but I’ve lent you some pumps and socks, too.’

Leah found May’s coyness with regard to the knickers charming if a little backward in this day and age but her interest was being drawn to the fact that the small selection of clothes seemed to represent her new wardrobe in its entirety, and there was a glaring lack of vital items.

‘I don’t have any trousers - I was only wearing my dress,’ she said.

‘I know. Gwen doesn’t want you to wear any. She says you can’t be tied up all day if you are going to work and you will be less likely to run away if you’ve got no trousers on.’

The significance of the longer T-shirts and fuller underwear dawned on Leah. She knew that if it was a life or death situation then leggings would make little difference to an escape attempt, but she had to admit there was something very unappealing in the notion of running for help in a strange place wearing only knickers and a T-shirt. She thanked May for her continued attempts to look out for her as best she could but April’s impatience boiled over and she was curtly instructed to get a move on and get dressed.

May handed over a pair of knickers and Leah slid them on, still under the cover of her towel. They were a snug fit, particularly across her bottom, which was a little fuller than the younger girl’s. As the cool fabric clung to her puss, Leah felt the colour rise in her own cheeks, a sudden thrilling surge at knowing that these same panties had often stretched against May’s pussy too. It was a tenuous link but thrilling all the same, and she could see in the girl’s eyes that she felt it too. It was like touching by proxy, the soft cotton the go-between as it had shared their most intimate places and somehow transferred the sense that the girls themselves were in contact.

April was now staring out of the window and could be momentarily forgotten. Leah held the shirt being offered by the younger twin and took her chance. Slowly, she opened her towel to reveal herself, her heart quickening as May’s attention dropped instantly to the bare breasts now on show. She could feel that itch in her nipples again as they hardened under this lustful gaze. The young girl’s mouth had come open and her bottom lip looked full and wet. Her breath was catching. Leah was silently screaming for the reticent May to bend forward and give her aching tits the hard sucking they so needed. Leah waited for the girl’s focus to drop down over her belly and rest on the bulge tightly enclosed by the panties before pulling the top over her head to cover herself. It was a moment of tingling brilliance that left both of them flushed and flustered.

April snapped out of her daze and came away from the window, frowning suspiciously at the other girls’ red cheeks and guilty breathlessness. She didn’t know what had occurred in those silent seconds but it clearly irked her that she had not been involved. She turned to Leah and icily told her again to hurry the fuck up.

‘Auntie Gwen said that if you weren’t ready by half-past, she would whip you until you soiled yourself. I reckon that gives you two more minutes.’

With that she cast another dirty look at her sister and left the room. May grabbed Leah by the hand and hastened her out into the corridor.

‘We had better be quick,’ she warned. ‘Gwen can be very harsh if people don’t do what she says.’

It sounded like the voice of experience and, as she was led downstairs, Leah couldn’t help but think of her lovely companion, bent over and bare-bummed as the wicked Mistress prepared to dish out a heavy punishment on some trumped-up charge. At the back door of the kitchen she slipped on some slightly too-large green wellies as instructed and was then taken out into the brightness of the courtyard, where Gwendolen stood waiting, idly slapping her riding crop against the side of her boot. She threw Leah a contemptuous look and then studied her watch for several heart-stopping seconds before finally deciding that her deadline had not been breached.

The twins had melted away and Leah found herself feeling ridiculous with her bare legs and oversized wellingtons. The Mistress perused her with contempt and then issued an instruction to follow as she marched off across the courtyard. Leah waddled behind as they went between paddocks towards a green Land Rover Defender parked by the top gate. Leah slid onto the passenger seat as instructed, with Gwendolen beside her behind the wheel, wearing an expression stern enough to be unnerving after the relative comfort of May’s company. When the Mistress spoke there was menace to her voice.

‘I don’t know what happened last night,’ she said, ‘but I saw your dress ripped open like a whore’s. If I think you are trying to buy favours with anyone here, especially my husband, then I will cane your backside until it is red raw and then fuck it for you. Do you understand?’

Leah’s incredulity at her innocence was completely obliterated by the visual image of the punishment and the unthinkable pain it would cause. She nodded dumbly, wide-eyed and trembling while she pressed her clenching bottom down into the safety of the leather seat. The woman gunned the engine and set off at speed across the uneven track away from the farmhouse and around the back of the stable block. As they skirted some trees, a new set of buildings around another courtyard came into view, presumably still on their land, and the distant baying of dogs drifted in through the woman’s open window. As they drew up the noise increased and Leah could see foxhounds clamouring at the small wire-mesh gate to a low grey stone kennelling building.

Gwendolen silenced the engine and turned towards her prisoner, again speaking quietly and tersely.

‘Let me appraise you of your current situation. Your husband has already been made aware of the circumstances and how much it will cost him to buy you back. The price we have set is rather beyond your means, so we have allowed a system of payment instalments. We charge to keep you out of slavery per day. When his first instalment is due he must cover every day that you have been here and that will keep you safe until the next instalment is payable. If he fails to pay, or falls short of the amount due then I’m afraid you will be made to suffer in proportion to the shortfall. If he pays us what is owed and on time, he guarantees your safety for the next couple of days. Once he has paid up in full, he can have you back. If he fails to pay the whole amount, then sadly for you, we get to keep you regardless of what he has already given.’

A sadistic grin spread across her face at these words and Leah couldn’t help but feel that the woman was secretly hoping the ransom wouldn’t be raised.

‘Of course,’ the Mistress continued, ‘he will not be able to afford to buy too many days - although I’m very sure his employers are rich enough to cover it. However, if he should let anyone know about your situation, then the deal will be forfeit, and you will immediately belong to us. How he gets the money is his business, as long as he tells no one. That is why we have given him enough time to raise the capital. This morning, Huw informed him that his first instalment is due tomorrow, and made arrangements to bring him here. We have devised a very clever way of making sure we get him here without being followed, and we will know instantly if he has told anyone, so for your sake I hope he is sensible. Get out of the car, please.’

Leah got out, her head spinning with this information. The implications were clear. Her captors intended to first bleed them dry and then have Thomas steal from his workplace to cover the balance of the ransom. Allowing him to buy time meant it was far more feasible to siphon off small amounts and therefore potentially evade discovery for longer. This would almost certainly persuade him to at least try to get the cash, whereas taking the whole amount in one go would be easily noticeable and may scupper his chances before he had barely started. This way, the captors stood to make at least some profit, rather than making their demands impossible from the outset.

Thomas’s position was always going to be untenable and he would inevitably be discovered, but possibly not before he had secured the release of his wife. By giving him deadlines the captors controlled the tempo, while crucially keeping up a constant reminder that the wellbeing of his wife lay in his hands, and that every day that was not paid for was a day in which she would suffer. Quite what her detention or punishment entailed was not clear but what was patently obvious was that this woman stood to gain whether the ransom was paid in part, in full, or not at all. There had been no threats of death, and therefore no complications of disposing of bodies. Instead there had been the threat of life in servitude, or as a slave to a sadistic mistress.

Gwendolen had taken a large sack from the car across to the kennel gate and stood grinning and chatting to the dogs that were noisily jostling for position behind the wire in front of her. The gate was secured by a metal peg dropped through loops on the door and frame. The Mistress was teasingly lifting the peg as if to withdraw it, and then dropping it back at the last moment. Leah knew that if the door was released, the pack would be out and over her in seconds. She had no idea what kind of temperament they had towards humans but she knew they were hunting dogs and hungry ones at that, and she could tell that her fear was palpable from the smile on the woman’s face. On the front of the kennel above Gwendolen’s head was another security camera, its red light just about visible in the morning sun. Despite their remote position, they were clearly worried about intruders.

‘Your situation is clear,’ said the Mistress. ‘You may be going home tomorrow, but I doubt it. You may be here a week, or ten days, or longer if we decide you are worth keeping and increase the ransom. Whatever, as long as he pays up and you do as you are told, we will not harm you. Unless, of course, you are silly enough to attempt escape. Stand there in front of me and turn around.’

Leah did as instructed, taking up her position about six feet from the woman and nervously turning her back while the hounds seemed to grow even noisier in their excitement.

‘Now get down on all fours, please. That’s good.’

Leah felt the Mistress suddenly behind her and her shirt was being peeled up to expose her knicker-covered bottom towards the baying hounds. She stole a look backwards to see the woman retreating to take up her former position by the gate.

‘You must believe me when I say that there is no chance of you escaping. There is nowhere for you to go, and it won’t just be me on your tail. Your soft flesh is very vulnerable to sharp teeth.’

As she spoke, Gwendolen was raising and dropping the peg with a metallic clang, a reminder of the threat that lay behind the gate.

‘Pull your knickers down for me now,’ she said. ‘Let the hounds see your arse.’

Leah was close to tears but she slowly obliged, resting on one elbow so that she could pull the full cotton undies down. She could picture how she must have looked and she heard the woman draw breath at the sight. Her pussy would be bulging between her thighs, still glistening ever so slightly from the titillation of her earlier encounter with May. Her buttocks were pushed out invitingly and would be parted to show off all of her. The muscles of her belly were contracting with her fearful sobs and her whole body was cold and covered in tingling goose pimples as her panic rose with every single clang of the peg. She screwed her eyes shut as the baying intensified and the hounds crashed against the wire mesh.

‘Look at that boys - there’s lovely!’ taunted the woman. ‘I want you to rub yourself now, my girl. Go on, I bet you’ve been dying to frig yourself since you got here.’

Leah hesitated but one loud metallic clang encouraged her to fretfully reach back between her legs and slowly start to rub her hidden clitoris in small circles.

‘If you even think about trying to escape, then I will punish you. I will pour burning wax all over on that whore’s cunt of yours, spank out the fire and have my husband fuck your arse while you are still smouldering - and that will only be the start of your problems. If you ever think of running I will set the dogs on you and let them have their way. Listen to them - they’ve already got your scent.’

Even through her crushing fear, Leah’s rubbing had intensified and her little bud had pushed out for attention and she could feel the wetness trickling at her lips.

‘That’s it, girl. They can all smell your excitement now. You’ve got them going, I can tell you. Once they have a scent they like it drives them to distraction. It brings out all their primal instincts and there’s no way I could control them. Just imagine the pack loose on you now, swarming all over you, teeth and everything showing, sinking into you.’