Snatched

by Ashley Hind

  Caroline’s arse held no secrets. It looked exactly like it had been brutally spanked and then fucked and spunked by a huge penis. She was panting hard but otherwise quiet, her eyes closed and her mouth open and wet. To Leah’s huge relief Huw had clearly seen enough and left the room without further word, leaving Gwen to order the twins to help the stricken victim up off the table and help her stand. Caroline seemed semi-conscious and oblivious as they helped her limp towards the back door. Leah noticed that the girl’s puss was still red from its slapping and was absolutely coated and glistening with her released excitement. She watched the girl being taken outside and presumably back to the stables, where her fate could only be guessed at. As Caroline disappeared from view, Leah turned back to find her Mistress staring straight at her.

  ‘Now then, my pretty,’ said Gwendolen. ‘Your turn, I think.’

  Nine

  ‘Come here.’

  Leah suddenly remembered her nudity and the persistent burn inside her pussy as she obeyed her Mistress and crossed the kitchen to stand before her. She felt feverish, shivering yet flushed and hot, her stomach churning and her bowels clenching at the thought of her undisclosed punishment. She knew she looked forlorn but the Mistress was unconcerned and studied her only briefly before turning her attention to a drawer unit under the worktop. Despite her growing trepidation Leah still found herself unable to keep her eyes off the woman’s big bottom, trying as it was to burst out through the covering netted tights, especially as she bent slightly to search the contents of the drawer.

  The Mistress removed something and held it behind her back as she returned to her former position, only holding it up for Leah to see when she was right in front of her. It was a pair of scissors. Leah let out a sob at the sight of the gleaming metal. Naked as she was, she couldn’t begin to imagine what cruel ways they could be used upon her. She pictured the images of little fingers of the kidnapped being sent to the ransom payers, but scissors could only be used on softer flesh, and she was keenly aware that both her nipples and clitoris were hard and poking out invitingly.

  The scissors were tauntingly opened and shut a few times right in front of Leah’s eyes, and then they were going down towards her crotch. Struggling for breaths, she stared down at the glinting blades just inches from her vulnerable softness. Thankfully the blades were then diverted away from her crotch and towards the Mistress’ own, the tip of one blade being fed into a hole in her tights and cutting downwards, making the stretched nylon ping apart until an opening had been made and her fat pussy was completely exposed.

  ‘Get on your knees and lick my cunt,’ Gwendolen commanded her. ‘If I do anything into your mouth, you are to swallow it all - do you understand?’

  Leah nodded and dropped to her knees with massive relief, putting her hands around her Mistress to grab each big buttock while pushing her face into the slimy crotch to gorge at the swollen flesh. The labia parted easily and her tongue dipped into the warm pool as she sucked out the flowing juices. She could feel the woman’s lips wet against her cheeks as she squashed her face in to afford her darting tongue greater depth. She flicked over the fat clit and then pursed her lips to suck it into her mouth.

  She wanted to please her Mistress, first and foremost. Her own pussy still felt hot and itchy from the ginger, and very much in need of contact. She tried to do to the woman exactly as she would have had done to herself - a hungry guzzling punctuated by vigorous tonguing. After Gwendolen’s words she expected any moment to have her mouth flooded. She had been on the end of Caroline’s gush and it had excited her, and now she was more than ready to do anything to please her Mistress, especially if it brought her some leniency in her punishment.

  She could hear the chatter of voices and then the sound of the twins re-entered the kitchen, their talk ceasing with a single Oh! As they were confronted by the sight of her on her knees licking their Mistress for all she was worth. She didn’t like having to perform so avidly while May was watching but she knew she had to give her best if any clemency was to be gained. It was also difficult to stop when Gwendolen’s cunt was so wet and inviting.

  ‘Lick my arse!’

  Leah felt herself blush but the command still sent a tingle rushing through her. She had never yet tasted a girl’s bottom although she had been so close over the last days. In her dreams, May’s was to be her first. It was heart-wrenching to have to give this precious gift to someone else while the girl she most wanted was made to witness it. Her tongue ran out of Gwendolen’s pussy and traced lightly over the ridge of the perineum until it rested on the scrunch of her smaller opening. She gave teasing licks, wanting to be light, to try and at least save deeper thrusts for her would-be lover. Her Mistress was not to be thwarted though, and had already turned around, raising her leg to swing over Leah’s head to present her backside in full.

  She tasted clean, giving way to traces of a bitter sweetness as Leah’s tongue betrayed her and pushed its way inside - a subtle reminder of how Bare Chest’s cock had tasted after being up Caroline’s bum. Leah felt hands clutching at the back of her head, the Mistress reaching back to hold her and press her firmly in place. Whatever her Mistress chose to do to her, however she punished or mistreated her, Leah knew that she could never fail to love the feel of that cool, fat soft bottom squashing against her face. Before she was ready to stop, Leah felt her hair being pulled and her face being taken from its snug comfort, and the luscious arse was taken away from her.

  ‘Enough, now,’ Gwendolen said. ‘Go to the table and bend over it.’

  Leah’s enjoyment was cut short and as she wiped her mouth clean her trepidation began to rise again. She glanced across to the twins, seeing first May, her face flushed and intense as always in these situations, and April beside her, standing with her legs apart and her hand inside her knickers in open enjoyment of the proceedings. Leah crossed to the table, noting the pool of Caroline’s pee and come that still sat upon the surface by the edge. Her bare quim dipped into it as she bent over. The wetness oozed into her crack and she was left dreading the thought of being hurt so much that she urinated.

  She doubted her punishment would prove pleasurable enough this time to make her come. If it was anything like as severe as Caroline’s punishment, she was in very serious trouble indeed. Her bottom still went out though, almost of its own accord, seeking the agonising attention. She was praying for the fatter paddle that she had seen hanging below the one used on Caroline, one that would disperse the shock over a wider area and force her pussy against the table top with its impact, one that would flatten her whole cheek at once and not concentrate the pain, leaving her bum pink and not purple.

  ‘This Little Piggy has been very naughty,’ said her Mistress, ‘and I think she deserves the cane.’

  Leah’s whole body jerked with the shock of the word. It was the worst possible scenario as far as she was concerned. Maybe she would have been able to soak up the impacts of a paddle, perhaps even the thinner, hard-faced one used on Caroline, but the spiteful cuts of a cane would surely be unbearable.

  ‘Oh, yes!’ cried April with overt enthusiasm. ‘Cane her fat arse raw!’

  As Leah turned to her tormentors, wide-eyed and quaking, she saw that the Mistress had already made up her mind and was holding a long, very thin stick that bent as she swooshed it through thin air. It was about three feet in length, tapering very slightly so that it was scarcely thicker than a chopstick at its business end. It was going to hurt. She turned away and closed her eyes tight shut as Gwendolen approached, feeling the little tears of anxiety break free and run down to the bridge of her nose. The stick was placed across her bottom, just pressing at the surface. It felt so small and insignificant but she knew it would bite into her vulnerable flesh with only the slightest back lift. Before Gwendolen could deal the first blow, April interrupted her.

  ‘Auntie Gwen,’ she said archly, ‘I think May should
do it.’

  The younger twin’s protest was immediate and insistent:

  ‘But I don’t want to do it!’ she exclaimed.

  As Leah fretfully sank her head onto her arms contemplating the double horror of being beaten and taken beyond the threshold of her pain by the girl she possibly loved, she felt the cane lift from her bottom. There was a moment’s silence before Gwendolen spoke.

  ‘Why would you not want to do it?’ she said. ‘This scheming bitch tried to run from us and I’m sure she would have been very happy to see you locked up. Don’t you think she deserves to have the shit caned out of her arse? Is it not right that she gets to hurt for what she would have done to us? Or perhaps you would prefer to join her over the table?’

  For one tiny second Leah hoped that May refused and was put next to her so that they could lay touching as they shared the thrashing. Then she thought of her pretty face screwed up and the tears rolling down, pictured her poor little bum striped with red marks, and she knew that there was no way she could bear to see that. She opened her eyes and turned to look at May, trying to give her a signal to obey the Mistress. With relief, she saw the girl had already taken the cane, her face red and sulky as she slowly approached Leah’s proffered bottom. As she came near, her lips moved in silent apology. Leah managed a little nod before she closed her eyes again and buried her head down onto her arms.

  ‘Do it hard, May, right from the start, or I will have you over the table too.’

  Gwendolen’s words seemed to ring around the room, hanging in the silence as Leah felt the stick press against her bottom. There was a pause and she knew that May was trying to gauge her aim so that she struck across the fleshiest, best protected part of the buttocks. Then the cane was gone just momentarily before returning with burning force, delivering a cutting sting across both cheeks at once. Leah’s head jerked up and her eyes popped wide open as she yelled and wiggled her arse in a futile attempt to dissipate the pain. It hurt more than the paddle, or even the whip Gwen had used on her at the kennels. It sent adrenalin pouring into her body, bubbling through her veins.

  The next blow came too soon and the pain was no less severe - more so if anything, landing on her now over-sensitive skin. On the third stroke Leah already thought she had reached her limit and could take no more. On the forth stroke her jerk actually scraped the table legs across the floor just slightly, giving out a little sound like she had involuntarily broken wind. Strange, for all the fire in her bottom, still the humiliation of this withered more. She wanted to protest her innocence in case May thought the worst, but April was already seizing the moment.

  ‘Oh, you dirty bitch!’ the nasty blonde cried. ‘Whip her harder, May!’

  On the fifth stroke, even harder as per the eldest twin’s instruction, Leah burst out crying, her big wet tears rolling over her burning cheeks and dripping onto the table.

  ‘Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!’ she cried out, over and over again.

  May was now thrashing her in earnest, striking all parts of her bottom and even the backs of her legs. All the while April sniggered and snarled and demanded harder blows. The pain shot through Leah’s skin and into her very centre before radiating out around her body. If she had not been supported by the table, she would have collapsed long since. Every so often her hands jerked back to try and offer protection, only for her to realise at the last minute that to have them struck instead would have been even worse.

  The beating seemed overtly severe. She was hoping her girl would somehow find a way to show clemency, although she knew May’s own safety lay in carrying out the punishment properly. Leah desperately tried to picture May with tears of contrition pouring down her face, a martyr to the cause. When that didn’t help the pain, she instead pictured May gasping and frigging herself as she administered the beating, then throwing down the stick to take her poor victim into her arms. As Leah’s yells became one long scream, the pain finally broke and a glorious rush of heat spread all over her bottom and cushioned every blow, although this time the hurt was never eradicated completely.

  Gwendolen knew that Leah had been broken and let only a few more strikes land before she called a halt to the punishment. Leah lay flat to the table, her face soaked, her whole body burning and her backside swollen and throbbing. Her one consolation was that the wetness that had flowed in her pussy had finally seemed to put out the fire caused by the root ginger. She needed to be held and soothed but she knew that there was little chance of that. For Caroline this had only been the start of her troubles and Leah suddenly pictured Huw, watching from the corner with his cock stiffening in his hand, eagerly waiting to force his way into an even tighter passage than before.

  Her whole body shook as she cried. Without really being aware of it she was helped up and off the table by Gwendolen, and the next thing she knew she was limping and sobbing her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs, supported by her Mistress. She was placed face-down upon her bed, and Gwen leant down and kissed her cheek, and whispered that it was all right and that her punishment was over for now. She didn’t open her eyes once on the journey, and kept them shut as she lay there, crying herself to sleep.

  When she awoke her bum was still smarting with soreness and her pussy felt tender and itchy, inside and out. It had started to go dark outside and her earlier fear and exertions had left her absolutely ravenous, and she was glad to see that at some point a large tray of food had been brought in for her. Still wary of sitting or lying on her back she ate on her side, thinking about her day. Now that it was apparently over she realised she had got off lightly, in comparison to Caroline at least. She had escaped most of the promised threats from Gwendolen and had not had to suffer the terrible pain and indignity of having her arse stretched open by Huw. She would not have been able to bear knowing that May had seen her like that.

  Her caning, although the pain would live in her mind for a long time, must have brought her closer to May and that was a good thing. She wondered if her punisher was able to derive any pleasure at all from her enforced duty. She hoped so - at least May would not have had to witness her deranged sister dealing out the pain. And in fairness Leah had run away and left May, and thus deserved to be punished by her. If the girl had felt even the tiniest thrill from making her scream, then it would have been worth it. Leah badly wanted to see her, and tell her everything was all right. More importantly, she desperately wanted to know that the girl still wanted her too, and that her behaviour and humiliation had been forgiven.

  It seemed like months, not hours, since she had first set eyes on Caroline, and her whole day had been extraordinary and surreal. She had been chased by dogs and threatened with a gun, and then she had sucked a delicious cock that had just been up a girl’s backside. She had seen that same bum wiggling in tight jeans through the woods, beaten purple, and then fucked in close-up by the biggest penis she had ever set eyes on. She had sucked a huge pair of tits and stuck her tongue inside another woman’s bottom for the first time. She had embarrassed herself in front of the girl she now knew she loved and had then been caned by her almost to the point of collapse. Somewhere in all this, she had even managed to have her pussy shaved bare.

  She had spent most of the day crippled by fear and wishing she had never left the stable. She had spent the rest of the day wondering why the fear and the mistreatment, the humiliation and the pain, both to her and to others, turned her on so much. That night, when it became dark enough, she knew she would get on her knees with the quilt off so it wouldn’t rub against her sore skin, and she would masturbate, over and over again. She would delight in the exquisite anticipation of debasement, how each detail leading up to it was vital; the waiting and trepidation and the slavish adherence to orders given, even if no one was there to see it. She would bask in the thrill of being used by others, of doing the very things she could not ask of them, of being taken through the hot rush of hurt into the arms of unutterable bliss.
She would think of massive tits and big, soft arses. She would dream of long, delicious cocks and beautiful girls who whipped her bum but loved her too, and who wished that they were with her right now.

  She finished her food and took a swig of drink, looking over to the big mirror door of the wardrobe and wondering if she dared examine the state of her behind. Not tonight, she decided, maybe in the morning. Sleep was coming but she had to stave it off so that she could indulge in her well-earned fantasies. May would have pride of place, of course, and her first climax would be massive. Then maybe Gwendolen and Caroline together, in an orgy of soft flesh and the kind of dirtiness only acceptable in one’s own imagination. Finally, if she could stay awake, Gun Man and Bare Chest, one huge, one wonderful, both inside her at the same time. She thought she heard a noise out on the stairs but she dismissed it until the lock clicked and her door slowly swung open. A head poked around the corner, spying to see if she was awake. It was May. Leah gave her a big smile and the girl quietly closed the door and carefully tip-toed over to the bed. She was dressed in a grey silk slip and was carrying a plastic bottle of lotion that she held up for Leah to see.

  ‘I’ve brought you this,’ she said.

  She put it down on the side and stood looking edgy, twiddling her fingers as if trying to find the right words. Leah patted the bed beside her and told her to sit down. May sat and looked down at her, then hesitantly put her hand out to stroke the hair away from Leah’s eyes.

  ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you,’ she said finally.

  ‘And I didn’t mean to run away from you.’