by Ashley Hind
Her wish was soon to be granted, with Gun Man ordering Caroline to stop what she was doing and come sit on his cock. She stood up, still panting and licking her lips as her glazed eyes feasted on the various erections. She went over to the sofa and with no further instruction straddled Gun Man. With her bum stuck out towards Leah and a loud groan of self-absolution, she sank herself inch by inch onto his thick erection. It took her some time to accustom herself to his dimensions but her excitement was plain to see and it leeched out onto his balls. She began to ride him tentatively, increasing her pace as soon as she could, slapping her big bottom down onto his thighs.
Bare Chest was the first to be reminded of his own needs. He pulled Leah towards him and unceremoniously pushed his cock between her lips and deep into her mouth. She heard herself giving the same low moan of pleasure that Caroline had. She gripped him and felt the blood pulsing against her palm. The cock was not too thick, but long and silky. It was a joy to suck. Her inhibitions were long gone and she pumped his shaft and teased his swollen head with abandon.
‘Bloody hell!’ Bare Chest cried as he held her hair and fucked her mouth with rapid thrusts, ‘I don’t half fancy you, girl.’
Leah swelled with pride at her work and the fact that at least one of the boys seemed to prefer her to the policewoman. Ginger wanted his turn and Leah was pushed onto him, immediately detecting his greater girth but rougher feel. He let her do all the work, content to feel her fist pumping at his shaft while her tongue flicked at his tip. She kept her eyes open and on Caroline, eager to see her bottom juddering as she rode up and down. Gun Man had now drawn her forward and was pulling her buttocks apart, giving Leah a lewd view of a stretched-open pink bum hole.
Bare Chest came back in from the kitchen and peered closely at this exposed puckered ring, giving it his crude appraisal. Leah saw that he was holding a glass bottle of greeny-yellow cooking oil. The oil was poured onto his fingers and a little splash was drizzled down the crack of Caroline’s bum. Leah found her heart racing with anticipation of what was to follow. She almost screamed out for Bare Chest to hurry up as he dallied to inspect Caroline’s arse. Eventually he put his other hand on her hip to arrest her movement and pushed his slick middle finger up into her backside, much to her delight. The finger was twisted around and then soon joined by the index finger, also accommodated with apparent ease. He diddled her bum for a while but his cock was bobbing impatiently and soon he had pulled them out and massaged a splash of the olive oil into his erection.
Leah was barely able to concentrate on her sucking now. She had seen in films what was about to happen but never envisaged witnessing it in real life. It was hard enough for her to imagine what it would be like to have a cock as thick as Gun Man’s inside her, let alone to have it joined above by such a long, smooth, beautiful member. Bare Chest squatted behind the girl and held her hips. He then guided his oily cock to her little entrance and pushed his way in. Caroline’s pleasure must have been audible for miles. She screamed and threw her head back as her back passage was filled in one long, driving thrust. Bare chest gave her a minute to recover and then started his action. Leah was simply transfixed as she watched his muscular legs and buttocks pummelling the slapping arse.
Leah’s own inaction meant that from time to time Ginger pushed her back down onto him, although he was also engrossed in the fucking and soon lost interest in her mouth, announcing that he wanted a turn at the fat arse. He pushed Bare Chest aside and forced his way into Caroline’s open hole before it had time to contract. He immediately began pumping away. The sight of his pale backside and hairy legs was less appealing to Leah, and certainly no match for the view she now got of Bare Chest, who was standing open-mouthed and panting with his hips thrust forward while he wanked his oily cock.
Leah suddenly realised that she too was masturbating, her right hand pushed hard against her clitoris so her fingers could press and rub. Bare Chest turned to her and she could see his balls churning in their sack as he approached, still rubbing his length feverishly. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to welcome him in. She cried out as his length slipped inside her again, tasting now of a combination of the fruity oil and the bitter-sweet tang of Caroline’s bum.
She doubted if she had ever sucked a cock with such desire. She wanted to taste every inch of it, to lick it clean, to have it down her throat. She wanted it deep inside her, up her cunt, exploding into her arse. She wanted him to fuck her now, although she could never ask. Her sucking proved too much though, and as she held Bare Chest’s balls she felt them suddenly tighten and then unload into her mouth in a series of hot spurts, long and smooth, just like his cock. She drank him down, only vaguely aware of his grunts of pleasure mixed with other grunts around the room of spunking men.
When she had coaxed out his last drop and he had slipped limply from her lips, she opened her eyes again to see that Caroline had been finished with too. She was now still on her knees but on the floor, her holes both open and showing their sticky deposits. The lads were all standing around with limp, dripping cocks, trying to regain their composure. When Caroline had been entertaining them with her mouth, Leah had wanted her to suck them all dry, hoping it would spare her the need to take her turn. Now all she wanted was for them to get hard and use her the way they had used her companion, only harder and for longer, and all three of them at once, using all her holes - two of them up one hole at the same time if necessary. She wished the boys would order her to crawl across the floor and suck their spunk from Caroline’s dripping holes before getting behind her to fill her up, over and over again.
It was not to be. The cocks were being pushed back into their trousers and Leah felt suddenly naked and dirty. She instinctively grabbed her T-shirt and clasped it protectively to her chest. Caroline was more nonchalant. She had now turned to sit back against the sofa and was showing a smile of satisfaction and half-closed eyes. One hand was down between her thighs clutching the mound of her just-used sex. Gun Man went over to the door and swung it shut, revealing a cordless phone sitting in its cradle directly on the carpeted floor.
‘Well, ladies, you did your bit, so now I’ll do mine. You want me to ring the police station, you say?’
‘Yes,’ purred Caroline through her contented haze. ‘Sergeant Edwards. The number is 422322.’
Leah couldn’t believe the whole surreal adventure was actually going to draw to a close. One phone call and she would be transported back to normality, away from these boys and their rampant cocks, away, forever, from May. Fleetingly she thought about the possibility of trying to stop the call, but Gun Man was already dialling the number.
‘So it’s Sergeant Edwards you want, is it?’ he said absent-mindedly as his fingers pressed the buttons and he listened to the ensuing ring tone. ‘I wonder if he will be in.’
Leah could hear the click as the phone was answered. A voice came at the other end, distorted by electronics.
‘Hello?’ said Gun Man, raising his eyebrows and smirking at Leah. ‘Hi there, Gwen, it’s Bryn. Is Huw there? I’ve got something up here that I think belongs to him.’
Eight
The girls were collected from the lad’s cottage in two cars, Caroline in the Defender with Gwendolen, and Leah in Huw’s Subaru, the one that they had originally used to take her from her home to their hideout. Leah’s arousal had quickly subsided after Bryn had made his phone call. Even the momentary excitement of realising that there was now a chance of seeing May had disappeared as soon as she saw the two cars approaching. They had meekly climbed into the separate vehicles, looking across to each other through dusty windows to try and find any comfort while the farmers chatted to the three lads in hushed tones and hands were shaken. As soon as Huw got in the car Leah felt sick with worry.
The journey back to the farm was short, showing just how futile and aimless their escape attempt had been. Huw did not utter a single word but Leah
still felt unnerved in his presence. As well as the sweaty odour from his armpits he also exuded a gloating menace, as if he was well aware what was coming to him. Her previous desire to be filled by the boys had evaporated. Now all she could picture was the waking threat of Huw’s gigantic cock and his smug smile, safe in the knowledge that Gwendolen was going to give the escapees over to him and let him take his pleasure.
Once the cars had drawn up into the courtyard the twins came out to meet them, conversing quietly with Gwendolen before taking Caroline off towards the barn. The Mistress herself took Leah into the house and up to her room, simply pushing her in and locking the door behind her. Leah couldn’t help but fear for her companion, almost above her own safety. Even in her civilian clothes there was no way Gwendolen would fail to recognise her as the policewoman she had spoken to the day before. This brought a whole new and worrying dimension to the situation, one that Leah shrank from thinking about. As she lay on the bed, she knew that Caroline could at that very moment be in severe peril, and she hated herself for having scorned the girl’s bravery in coming there of her own volition and trying to rescue her.
The afternoon passed in sinister silence, with the thoughts of her impending punishment refusing to be driven from her mind. She had hopefully been spared the dogs, but surely not the farmer’s cock. She tried to imagine the pain as he forced his way in. She reached down and tentatively touched her squeezed-tight little bum to see if there was any possible hope that she could stretch to take him. There was not. On top of this there was every chance that the Mistress would unleash her sadistic penchants and allow even greater atrocities to be performed upon her victim. All her menaces so far had been shocking in their perverse imagination: threats of terrible beatings and impossible insertions, of spanking smouldering pussies. It was unthinkable that a woman who delighted in such cruel thoughts would miss such an opportunity to act them out.
Already the torture had started and Leah found herself wishing once more that they would just come and take their retribution rather than leave her there to ponder it. Her only hope as far as she could see was that they would not want to hurt her too much before Thomas was induced to pay up more ransom. This was a slender chance, with Gwendolen seeming to welcome any opportunity to render the deal forfeit and instead take Leah as her slave.
Again the thought of being Gwendolen’s property reared its head. Leah couldn’t deny the unparalleled pleasure that she had somehow managed to take from her punishments, but she also feared them absolutely. She sensed that what she had so far received was just the tip of the iceberg, with far greater trials to be placed upon her body that would quickly prove to be beyond her limits. All afternoon her own libido mocked her anxious reflections, and between her feelings of dread she found herself wandering into thoughts close to fantasy, where she was taken and used by her Mistress. She knew it was only her mind’s way of seeking solace at this unnerving time, but her pussy continued to tingle with a disconcerting insistence that made her start to believe she was actually looking forward to her punishment.
She remained ignored by the household until the late afternoon, when the door was unlocked and noisily kicked open by April, bearing a tray of simple bread and butter, a sure sign of their displeasure.
‘You stink of sweat,’ said April with undisguised disgust, ‘and I can smell your fanny. Have you been wanking again?’
Leah spluttered her denials as her face turned scarlet, but April was ignoring her as usual.
‘Get up and go in the shower, and try and keep your fingers out of your snatch for five minutes. Believe me you don’t want to be smelling of sex when Auntie Gwen summons you down. That really drives her over the edge.’
Leah made for the bathroom feeling shrunken and queasy with nerves. She knew now that she was to be summoned and that April had been sent to prepare her for her ordeal. She felt like a condemned queen in the Tower. Leah expected the elder twin to be bubbling with her usual sexual malice but she proved to be more measured in her behaviour than normal, even helping her to shower and handing rather than throwing the towel at her. Perhaps, in knowing what was coming, she actually felt some sympathy towards the captive.
Leah was aided as she dried her hair and applied moisturiser all over her body. Very fleetingly it felt like she was being made ready for a wedding, but then she remembered that what she actually faced was more like an execution. Her mind was full of images of having her pubic hair singed by burning wax, and of then being flipped over so that Huw could bugger her. She decided it was time to test April’s apparent clemency and seek a favour.
‘Will you shave me please?’ she shyly asked, looking towards her crotch. ‘Down there, I mean?’
April looked perplexed at this sudden request but mercifully did not fly off the handle, instead shrugging and agreeing. The hairs were already short but she took some scissors and trimmed them back further, obviously well versed in the preparatory work required for such grooming.
‘Do you want to be shaved bare?’ was the only question she asked.
Leah nodded and again the twin shrugged and set about lathering the soft swell. It was a big gamble to allow the usually sexually deranged girl to take a free hand and a razor blade to her most sensitive spot. However, April went about her task with great care and concentration, getting close up and using short gentle strokes to ensure the skin was never broken. Leah found it very erotic despite her fears, and knew that her little bud was swelling under the close scrutiny and occasional light touches. The girl was patient, even applying a second coating of lather and going over her once more with the razor to ensure complete smoothness before rinsing Leah off and exposing the pale, young-looking skin. She then took some lotion and rubbed it onto her fingers, looking up to make eye contact as she began to massage it into the skin. Leah gasped at the touch. It was the first time she had ever felt comfortable in April’s presence. There was a different look in her eyes. It was gentle for once - more like May’s.
Leah felt the fingers stroking all around her puss, just grazing the labia, making her breath come in short expectant pants. Then the girl was getting closer, her face right between Leah’s open legs, scrutinizing her.
‘You’ve got a nice big clitty, haven’t you?’ she said. ‘It’s much bigger than mine.’
With that Leah felt the index finger and thumb came up to close against her swelling nub and pinch together. She could feel her pulse beating against the grip.
‘I bet you love having it licked, don’t you?’ said April.
Leah didn’t answer, her chest now frozen and her breath caught in her throat. April looked up to her again, with a little smile this time, and then her tongue flicked out, its touch light as a feather but like electricity on Leah’s sensitive place. She wanted to be teased and sucked, but April was just content to smile and examine her.
‘Auntie Gwen had a girl from the next village as a slave once. She was fat but quite pretty, and she could take a really good spanking. Her clit was absolutely enormous. It was so big Gwen took her into town and had her pierced right through it with a heavy silver ring. We used to attach a little dog chain to it and take her out for walks on the farm. The girl used to be stark naked apart from a pair of high-heels and a peacock’s feather sticking out of her bum. Still, I think she used to like her walks.
‘Then one morning, Uncle Huw snuck in and fucked her up the arse, and when it came time for her walk she wasn’t tight enough to hold the feather in, so Gwen didn’t want her anymore. She blindfolded her, took her up to the field where all the cows had just been and left her in the middle of it. Gwennie blew on a whistle to give the girl directions and she had to make her way back, slipping and sliding and falling over in all the mud and mess until she got to the gate. Then Gwen took her into our village and left her outside the pub, blindfolded and all caked in muck, with her dog lead still hanging from her clit. I think she was used by eight or
nine of the lads in the pub garden before they finally took her home.’
The story left Leah open-mouthed. It also obviously interrupted any plans April had for her because the lustful glaze in her eyes was suddenly replaced by the clarity of disinterest and she got up to leave.
‘Put a T-shirt on,’ she said, ‘You will be taken downstairs soon.’
Leah’s belly lurched. Suddenly the fear was pouring through her again, not just for herself but for her fellow escapee too, who surely had bad things coming her way.
‘How is Caroline?’ she asked.
April seemed to be returning to her old self, a sneer forming at the sound of the policewoman’s name.
‘Last time I heard her,’ she said, ‘she was squealing like she had a horse’s cock up her. But it was probably just Auntie Gwen having her wicked way. Anyway, don’t worry about her - worry about yourself.’
With those words she departed, leaving Leah alone and anxious once more.
The call eventually came about half an hour later, although it seemed much longer. April came back up, opened the door and just jerked her head to signal that Leah was to follow. When she left the room she saw the elder twin was wearing only a cotton vest and matching panties in bright white with little red hearts all over. Her nipples poked against the fabric to demonstrate that there was no bra underneath. Her hair was gathered in two little bunches at each side of her head, held by bows of thin pink lace. Leah was led down to the kitchen and ushered into the room.
