Snatched

by Ashley Hind

  Leah continued to read as the gloom descended outside and tried to bring an end to the most surreal day of her life. It seemed like eons since Gwendolen had come knocking on her door and taken her away by force. She had suffered all day from panic or uncertainty, from threats and humiliation. Now, while she tried to fight off sleep so that she could read just one more page, all she was trying to do was resist the temptation to masturbate with occasionally farting horses for company, her mind full of the visions of the girls in their tight riding outfits, and mostly of May, cuddling up to her on the makeshift bed and confessing quietly that she was in love with her.

  She slept fitfully and suddenly woke, not knowing what time it was. Beyond the weak glow cast by the bulb above her she could see that it was now fully dark outside; impenetrably black. The temperature had dropped and she pulled the sleeping bag completely over her and shivered. She was glad of the light although it seemed to be a beacon for anyone with malevolent intent. The feeling of vulnerability was going to be impossible to shift. There were noises outside that made her jump, although she tried to remind herself that this was the country and that Mother Nature never slept.

  There were louder noises from the courtyard and then the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. As the far door creaked open she hoped that it was only Gwendolen bringing a toothbrush and some means to wash, or better still young May. However, the footsteps were slow and heavy and her adrenalin started to rush as they neared. A large hand appeared over the door of her stall and swung it open, and she had already guessed that her unwelcome visitor was Huw. He stepped one pace in and stood at the foot of her bed, smirking.

  ‘Hello, my lovely,’ he said. ‘Have you been missing me?’

  ‘What do you want?’ she replied, the nerves clearly evident in her voice.

  ‘Just to have a look at you, that’s all.’

  She pulled her cover further up to her chin, the fright shooting through her body. He seemed as nonchalantly unperturbed as always. Checking over the top of the partition, which his height allowed him to do, his hand went down to his groin and he unzipped himself in front of her for the second time that day. He fumbled in his trousers and she couldn’t help but gawp as his thick meat was hauled out. She fretted at the thought of him urinating again, but he had other things on his mind and was already slowly rubbing himself, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the bulging head as his member began to grow. She watched mesmerised as it swelled and extended in his hand until he was stroking an erection of frightening dimensions. The length was more than she had ever witnessed except in films, while the girth would simply split her in two if he were allowed to enjoy his preferred passage of entry.

  ‘Come here, girl. Get on your knees.’

  Trembling, she slowly did his bidding out of fear of disobedience. She got to her knees in front of him whilst he, still languidly stroking his fat length up and down, moved forward so that his penis stretched out towards her, just below her chin. She considered shouting out for Gwendolen but that would surely enrage him and she had no desire to be first forced to silence before he used her. His left hand went to the front of her dress and yanked it, ripping the buttons clean off in one go. To her dismay her half-cut bra was now on plain show and her panic only exacerbated the movement of her heaving chest.

  ‘Spit on it,’ he quietly commanded. He had stopped stroking himself and she knew he needed lubrication to continue. It took her a while to gather enough spit in her dry mouth but eventually she was able to produce a dollop that hung almost mockingly before descending to the fatly swollen head of his cock. He immediately slid the skin back and forth to coat the shining purple in her saliva.

  ‘More,’ he instructed, as the pace of his strokes increased, and she duly obliged, hoping he might bring himself off before any more damaging actions could take place. By his smile, though, she sensed this was not all he had in mind for her.

  ‘Auntie Gwen?’

  This new voice came from outside. Leah quickly identified it as the clipped tones of the older twin - a voice that after this afternoon’s meetings she hadn’t suspected she would be glad to hear again, although now it filled her with relief. Huw ceased his masturbation and looked towards the door, his smile falling away. The girl’s voice came again, from the far end of the stalls.

  ‘Oh, it’s you, Uncle Huw. Is everything OK?’

  He offered no answer, simply turning back and staring stonily at Leah. She could hear April’s steps on the stable floor and she prayed that she would continue and not obey any instruction to leave. She saw Huw’s eyes turn to the side in order to monitor the new arrival’s approach and his hand slipped off his erection and settled back on his outer thigh as if nothing was happening. Then April came into view, wordlessly for once as she tried to make sense of the scene. As far as Leah was concerned she was saved, since there was no way April could think with the captive on her knees that this was an innocent situation.

  The girl stood behind him. Just two steps forward would bring her to the point where she would catch sight of, no doubt to her lasting horror, his exposed erection. He stayed absolutely stock still and silent, no attempt made to conceal his huge prick. Leah was trying to convey with her eyes the danger that lurked in front of her but April seemed clueless. Just when Leah thought the girl would go, and that she would have to shout out after her for help, April stepped forward - not two paces, though, just one. She pressed against the man and put her arms around him, clasping his chest. Then her right hand slowly descended until it was on his belly, then on his thigh, and then finally the long fingers opened out and encircled the hot girth of his erection.

  Leah stared mesmerised, watching the prick being teased with measured strokes, her own slick spit enabling his skin to glide back and forth over the bulbous glans. April’s sneering face came into view, popping out to the side of his solid frame so that she could peer down and witness her own handiwork. The smell of Huw’s maleness was filling the stall and the naughty blonde briefly closed her eyes, breathed in his scent, and grinned her satisfaction. Her other hand slipped down his chest and gathered in his heavy balls, her hold tightening to a squeeze as she ordered Leah to spit upon him once more. Her pace barely slowed as the string of saliva oozed thickly from Leah’s lips and landed splat upon him.

  ‘Look at those lovely titties, Uncle Huw. Don’t you just want to spray your come all over them?’

  His breathing was heavier now and April’s eyes were glazing with lust as her hand pumped faster, up and down his length, all the way. It was the dirtiest thing Leah had ever witnessed but she was desperate for it to continue to the bitter end, so that her backside would be taken out of jeopardy. April seemed now almost possessed, her mouth open and salivating as her hand flashed up and down his rigid length. She cried out in glee as he threw his head back and gasped and then sent great wads of thick seed out onto his victim’s chest. Leah too felt a rush in her sex as the hot mess spattered onto her bosom and mingled with the lacy fabric of her bra. April teased out every drop, the last shot hitting Leah on her bottom lip, and sticking to her chin.

  It was a filthy shock that sent the heat coursing through Leah’s veins, but having unloaded, Huw unceremoniously pushed his flagging prick back into his jeans and departed without further comment. To Leah, his going seemed to leave a void, one she felt herself almost dragged into, to have her impelled down the passage after him, despite the relief that she had escaped the threat to her rear end. But all attention was quickly transferred to April, still in the mood and apparently on heat, clutching and rubbing at her groin through the fabric of her leggings as if manically desperate to be sated. The girl dropped down to her knees in front of Leah and immediately set about hungrily licking the sticky deposit from her chest, gasping her appreciation at each taste. It was almost shockingly lascivious. With the tongue snaking all over the flesh of the half-exposed breasts, hands came around to grip Leah’s
behind, hard enough to make her gasp and instinctively press forward hoping for contact at her crotch. But the face merely pressed further into her cleavage, before resurfacing with a wide lusty smile spread across it.

  ‘I love the taste of Uncle Huw’s spunk!’ The girl declared, leaning forward to lap up any dirty remnants from Leah’s chin. Then a wet, open-mouthed kiss had been planted before Leah could react, and a salty tongue was invading and swirling and making her share the tang of the farmer’s spurts. April finally came up for air and stood, unashamedly rubbing between her legs once more and declaring that she needed to come. Her face was glistening wet. Her eyes were wild and the teeth barred. She seemed scarily insatiable, capable of anything, but just like that Leah was then forgotten and the older twin simply turned and left, just as Huw had done, without so much as a backward glance. There was that same void, though; an emptiness that Leah couldn’t help but feel an urge to have filled, unaccountably more pressing than the relief of having escaped a far worse ravishing.

  She lay awake for ages, refusing to touch herself to thoughts of her earlier violation, although her pussy seemed to be demanding it. She couldn’t work out what it was that made it erotic rather than just petrifying. Maybe it was the sheer size of the man’s erection and the potential to have it thrust inside her. Perhaps it was having a female lapping at her chest and squeezing her behind, or even just having another girl kiss her for the first time ever. Quite possibly it was the excitement of being drawn into such an apparently illicit episode, what with the dirty girl only half his age and him supposed to be her guardian; a surrogate uncle. Whatever it was, she would not allow herself to give into it, knowing that to relent would be to betray her very being.

  The outside temperature had dropped further and any heat emanating from the animals was lost in the high rafters. She curled up inside her sleeping bag but as she felt herself start to shiver she knew her chances of drifting off were minimal. Once the cold set in, it would be impossible to sleep through it, regardless of her fatigue. Her ears pricked up at any sound and she listened fearfully as things scratched and scurried outside the stable. Her stomach flipped as she heard the distant noise of the door, and she knew that someone had left the farmhouse.

  She prayed they would not come to her. She prayed it was not Huw, back this time to salve his lusts unhindered. His balls would be harder to unload a second time and that meant prolonged, unthinkable agony under his thrusts. Her first prayer went unanswered and the door to the stable at the far end creaked open. She heard no one, the tension so unbearable she wanted to drag her ball forward and peer around to see who had entered, but she found her muscles unwilling to move. She decided if it was him, she would yell out and suffer his attempts at silence, hoping that Gwendolen would come to her aid.

  The long shadow of the visitor cast onto the floor outside her stall and revealed a bulky form approaching. Her chest was heaving so hard she didn’t know if she would indeed be able to call out, rendered as mute and impotent as she had been that morning. She scrunched her eyes closed and hid her face, a juvenile trick to make the danger disappear. It was no good though, and her instincts to confront the threat made her re-emerge and open her eyes. Standing over her, opening out a thick woollen blanket, was May, in her pyjamas. It was a wonderful sight and Leah felt her stomach flooding with butterflies.

  She wanted the girl to cuddle her and share the exhilarating relief, but as she opened her mouth to speak, May put her finger to her own lips in a sign for silence. She placed the blanket over Leah and tucked it around to make sure all parts were covered, the release from the cold instantly apparent. Leah smiled at her at mouthed her thanks. Before she left, May reached forward and kissed Leah lightly on the forehead, a simple token of compassion amongst the dread and cruelty of the day that sent Leah’s heart skittering once more.

  Three

  ‘Get up!’

  The command came from April as she stripped the blanket away and delivered a little kick to rouse the captive. Leah responded groggily, having only found sleep in the early hours. She raised herself onto her elbows to see her tormentors. They were silhouetted against the early light streaming in behind them and it took some bleary-eyed seconds before she could make out Gwendolen standing next to the elder twin. Her muscles ached and it took her awhile to untangle herself from her sleeping bag and get to her feet. The woman’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Leah’s ripped dress and she stepped forward, inspecting the torn fabric and staring at her accusingly, before turning on her heels.

  ‘Get her cleaned up straight after breakfast.’

  April bent down and released Leah from her ball and chain and then roughly grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the stable and across the courtyard to the house. The kitchen was truly enormous, the ceiling held up by a pair of thick vertical timbers. Wonderful smells were emanating from the huge range cooker, where May was busily watching over a sizzling pan of breakfast ingredients, and disappointingly did not look over in Leah’s direction. A black and white collie eyed her from its basket in front of the large open fireplace but did not get up. The fire was unlit, certainly unnecessary on what was already a warm morning, and the flagstones felt pleasantly cool on Leah’s bare feet.

  Taking up the centre space was a long rectangular table in battered oak where Huw sat digging in to the huge plate of breakfast before him, his cheek bulging as he scanned a newspaper and ignored the new arrivals completely. Leah was led to the table and told to sit down in the chair diagonally opposite Huw. Still he did not look up, but he was far from trying to avert his gaze from her. He was simply as indifferent to her presence as he was to the fact that several pigs had obviously had to be slaughtered to provide him with his morning’s sustenance.

  Leah sat head bowed and silent for several minutes before an arm came over her shoulder and delivered a mug of steaming tea. As she was issuing her thanks, another arm came over and this time a plate of bacon, sausage, fried eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes was put in front of her. Her imprisonment was cruel but this was hardly shades of the Black Hole of Calcutta, and she tucked hungrily into what was one of the tastiest breakfasts she had ever had. The sizzling continued behind her as April sat down opposite with a bowl of muesli, also steadfastly ignoring her. Presently May also joined them, flashing a quick, nervous smile in Leah’s direction as she bit into her small bacon sandwich. It was odd that the twins had relatively scant portions to eat while their prisoner was allowed to gorge. Fatting me up for the kill were the words that went through Leah’s mind.

  The kitchen was obviously the hub of their life and bore the hallmarks of their activities. There were discarded items of clothing draped over chairs, whilst footwear of all varieties sat in piles by the doors. On a smaller square table by the back entrance there lay two wood pigeons and a pheasant, along ominously with the shotgun presumably used to despatch them. There were various pieces of riding equipment and clothing on worktops and sideboards, as was Leah’s own Radley handbag, which looked incongruous amongst the paraphernalia of country living.

  April finished her muesli and started chatting about the horses to her sister, who continued to eat slowly and silently, every now and then casting quick glances towards Leah and her only partially covered chest. Huw cleared his plate and noisily pushed back his chair, telling all who would listen that he was going down to the village now, throwing a brief look at the captive as if to suggest his business there involved her. From behind Leah, Gwendolen bid her husband a relatively cheery goodbye, as if he was off to plough his fields or prod his cattle, rather than trip down the road to deliver ransom demands by phone.

  Leah finished her breakfast and waited patiently for a break in April’s seemingly constant chatter to offer her thanks to May for the breakfast. The younger twin nodded in response and might even have spoken if Gwendolen had not cut in.

  ‘Take her upstairs to her room now, both of you. Make sure she
has a shower. May, sort her out some clothes, like I told you.’

  Leah was led up the wide staircase to the galleried landing, and where the upper storey divided into two separate sections so did the twins, the younger one going off to the right while April propelled Leah down the opposite corridor to a door at the end. Once unlocked, her room looked very little like a cell. It was large and light, with white painted walls on smooth plaster. The double divan looked plump and comfortable, topped by a light quilt to suit the season. The headboard was in black iron, with a gothic arch in the middle, and elongated bedposts crowned with fleur-de-lis. The sheets, pillow cases and quilt cover were all parchment white in colour and smelled freshly laundered.

  There were a couple of dark oak bedsides chests, a dressing table and a matching heavily carved coffer, but despite these period-style features the room had a modern feel and had obviously been repainted recently. On the wall to the left was a partially opened door, giving a glimpse of the tiled floor of an en suite bathroom. Far away on the opposite wall stretched a very un-gothic fitted robe, spanning most of the wall and reflecting back the light from the windows in its large mirrored centre door.

  Leah was pushed straight through to the en suite and told tersely to remove her clothes. She complied immediately, feeling wretched and filthy and desperate to wash off the remnants of Huw’s semen that last night had evaded the elder twin’s hoovering mouth and dried tight and itchy on her skin. Leah had become painfully aware of it at breakfast, and she was sure that in May’s eyes the small clear flakes were conspicuous and harsh, like betrayal. April tauntingly watched as Leah’s dress came off, smiling and raising her eyebrows in appreciation as her bare sex came on view. The dress was absent-mindedly pushed into a black bin liner but the twin did not take her eyes off her captive, even drawing closer as her bra came off and her breasts sprang out.