Snatched

by Ashley Hind

  ‘Thank you,’ Leah whispered, as the girl gasped and pushed her hips up off the bed to meet her.

  Twelve

  They both woke early. As Leah blinked into the already light room, it struck her that she had been captive now for one week, although it felt like a year or more. The birds outside chattered merrily, oblivious to it all. Caroline was already close and smiling, reaching out to hold Leah and give her a kiss and her thanks once more for making her come so hard the previous night. Leah wanted to feel nothing but guilt. Conversely, all she had was the vivid memory of the thrill she had felt when Caroline’s pussy squeezed and drenched her fingers, and of the hollow disappointment when the sated girl had then turned away to sleep without reciprocating.

  Caroline obviously had no thought of slumber now. She held Leah’s gaze and then reached forward to kiss her. She told Leah how good she felt when she was with her and how much she wanted her, not just now but after too. Leah tried to silence her but couldn’t stop the rush of blood to her head brought on by the knowledge that this pretty, infinitely fuckable girl wanted her now and forever. It also didn’t stop the brooding thought that had been murmuring from the recesses of her mind over the last days that once she was back in the outside world and back with her husband, the chances of seeing Caroline, and more especially May, were undeniably slim. She didn’t know how she would go about it, or what lies she would have to tell, but she knew that somehow she had to make it happen.

  Caroline’s hand was trying to prise Leah’s thighs apart and she was nuzzling into her and whispering,

  ‘Let me, let me.’

  ‘They will be watching us,’ Leah protested.

  ‘I don’t care.’

  ‘You will do when they don’t walk us separately. The only reason they are keeping us apart is because they think I’m in love with May. If anything, you should be pretending there is nothing between us.’

  Caroline swelled with the words, especially “think I’m in love” which seemed to indicate that it was not the case. She giggled and drew away.

  ‘OK,’ she said, ‘I’ll make out I’m in a huff.’

  She had to fight to keep the smile off her face but finally she put on a mock frown and sat up in bed, loudly calling out:

  ‘Sod you then, you tight bitch!’ before bouncing out of the bed and disappearing naked into the bathroom. There, she sat on the toilet in full view of Leah and dissolved into silent laughter at her own theatrics. She leant across to the drawer and fished inside until she came out with the phone. Then, still smiling, she opened her legs and began to rub the end of the phone teasingly up and down her slit while her other hand diddled her clitoris in slow circles. She pushed the phone between her pussy lips and gently inserted it, a centimetre at a time, until her fingers were inside and the slim shape was being lodged within her. With it secreted she continued to masturbate, silently mouthing ‘I want you’ to the transfixed Leah.

  Eventually the spellbound witness pulled herself out of her trance and shook her head, chiding Caroline with the words:

  ‘Don’t get yourself too wet, or it will fall out.’

  The policewoman giggled again and stopped what she was doing. Leah watched as Caroline turned her lovely bum towards her and stood at the sink to wash. There was still some striping showing but the flesh looked soft and pliable, and good enough to eat. Leah felt the tingle between her legs at the sight and tried but failed to look away. When Caroline emerged from the en suite she hurried over to the two fresh piles of clothes that had been left for them the day before, looking down as she walked to check the phone was staying in place. She then selected the tightest pair of panties from her pile, courtesy of Gwendolen, and pulled them on, feeling the taut material across her mound that would ensure the object inside her remained in place.

  Leah took her turn to wash, feeling the nerves mounting at the imminent escape attempt, still not sure whether she wanted it to succeed or not. While she was still a captive the living fantasy continued. Once she was out it would surely evaporate. She pulled on her underwear and rejoined her companion in the bed, trying to look innocent and at odds with each other. This was easy for Leah. Despite her lust for Caroline, the word betrayal kept popping into her mind along with the vision of her poor, beautiful May, standing scared on a hill like a martyr as the hunting hounds chased towards her.

  When April came to take them down to breakfast she was sporting an even more malicious sneer than usual. Presumably she very much believed her plan to push the captives together to be working. Leah wondered if the mad twin had delighted in informing her sister yet. Fortunately the nasty bitch would have the smile well and truly wiped from her face. The prisoners exchanged a little nod of complicity and then followed the girl downstairs.

  The first thing Leah saw as April opened the kitchen door was Gwendolen, standing in the middle of the room dressed only in her thigh boots and fishnet stockings. She was holding the long, thin black paddle that she had used to such devastating effect on Caroline. The weakness was already pouring into Leah’s limbs even before she caught sight of May. Her lover was facing one of the thick timber supports with her hands together above her head, secured by wrist straps attached to the beam. Her long hair was down and hid her face but it was unmistakeably her. She was naked except for a pair of very high-heeled red shoes, which Leah instinctively knew were not hers and were far more likely to belong to her sister. The shoes caused her rear end to stick out invitingly and left her unsteady, making her lean her weight forward and push her face onto her raised arms for extra balance. Her skin looked paler than ever against the blackened oak of the upright timber.

  Leah wanted to look at Caroline, to gauge her trepidation and look for solace, but she couldn’t take her eyes off her lover’s bottom. It seemed so perfect now, the pristine soft swells of her cheeks cut down the centre by that neat, jet-black line. The realisation that this flawless bum was about to be defiled had Leah fizzing with apprehension. She couldn’t begin to imagine the fear her lover was feeling now. Leah’s heart was crying out to comfort the pitiful girl, so vulnerable and gorgeous in her nudity and vulgar shoes, and too scared to even face the conspirators who had brought her to this fate.

  ‘Guess who I saw sneaking out of your room last night?’ Gwendolen asked, swishing the paddle back and forth as she eyed the captives. ‘Then this morning we found that your mobile phone had gone missing from your bag, so I started to put two and two together. I think someone is trying to help you escape.’

  Leah shook her head dumbly, her mouth instantly drying and sticking the pleas and excuses in her throat. Anyway, anything that she had managed to say would have been ineffectual. They had been caught in the act and May was about to suffer the consequences. Gwendolen moved across the floor to stand behind May. Leah could see the woman’s bare breasts in profile, with the nipples hardened with anticipation to inch-long points. She stroked the paddle from May’s heel all the way up the back of her leg and then held it pressed into her left buttock, and then fixed Leah with a glare.

  ‘I need you to tell me where the phone is,’ she said.

  Leah was still speechless, her mouth opening and shutting but emitting no sound. Gwendolen reacted swiftly to the silence, bringing her hand back and delivering a shockingly heavy slap to poor May’s backside. The impact burst around the room and made Leah jump and sob as the kitchen echoed with the noise of the smack and May’s resultant cry of agony. Despite the speed of the Mistress’s downward stroke the blow seemed to land in slow motion, and Leah could see the flesh of the cheek squash and ripple on either side of the paddle. The girl pressed herself further into the timber, jerking her hips back and forth as she tried to absorb the stinging pain. Leah could see May’s shoulders heaving with her panic and distress, and the skin of the buttock turning instantly crimson.

  ‘Tell me where it is,’ taunted Gwendolen.

 
She didn’t even wait for a response. She sent her next blow to May’s right bum cheek, even harder this time. The slap was so loud Leah actually felt her stomach churning, the force way beyond the limits of pain that the soft meat could possibly endure. The girl was shrieking - her girl, her lover. Leah tensed as Gwendolen’s arm came back further still. Then she felt the tears burst from her eyes as once more the room was filled with the sound of malevolence and agony. Leah knew that May could not take this punishment. It was too hard and so unfair. She had suffered a life of repression and then, in reaching out for her chance to love, she had been brought via disloyalty and blackmail to this undeserved fate. Now every single ounce of the Mistress’s sadistic malice was being channelled against her poor, innocent backside, and only Leah could stop it, if only she could make herself speak.

  ‘Tell me,’ repeated Gwendolen.

  Again she allowed no time for answers and sent the paddle crashing down, her heavy breasts swinging and slapping together enticingly as her arm came through. Suddenly the dam broke and the words were pouring from Leah in a hysterical babble.

  ‘Stop it! She’s got the phone! It’s up inside her! Please stop!’

  Leah found herself pointing across the room towards Caroline. Mercifully Gwendolen held her next blow in check and a smile of satisfaction spread over her face. Leah followed the line of her own arm and accusing finger and met Caroline’s expression of utter loathing. Her arm dropped down quickly and another sob burst from Leah’s chest as her betrayal rang in her ears and seemed to resonate in the space between her and her companion like a tangible force. She couldn’t bear to see Caroline’s mask of disgust any longer and she turned her face away. She had sold her down the river and the consequences were unthinkable but Leah didn’t care. It was Caroline’s fault that May was being hurt and Leah would have done anything to stop her lover’s pain.

  ‘What do you mean it’s inside her?’ Gwendolen enquired.

  Leah bowed her head, shamed and shaken.

  ‘She took it and hid it in her, you know, her thingy. It’s up there now,’ she mumbled.

  April moved at once, stripping Caroline of her top and then pulling her knickers down roughly, staying on her knees to force the captive’s legs apart. She pushed her middle finger between the lips of Caroline’s sex, and immediately her eyebrows raised in surprise as she felt the concealed object. She smiled cruelly as her fingers delved within Caroline and fished the phone out with a sticky slurp before holding it up triumphantly for the Mistress to see. Gwendolen nodded, then unexpectedly brought the paddle down hard on to her niece’s bottom once more. Leah jumped with the shock, a fresh rush of panic flooding through her.

  ‘No!’ she cried out. ‘I’ve told you what you wanted to know - please stop!’

  Gwendolen gave a little shrug and drew her arm back slowly and then delivered another stinging blow. Leah watched the bottom jiggle and her lover squeal and squirm. She was aware that May had, for the first time, turned to look at her but Leah could not bear to see her pleading and desperate face etched with suffering. The Mistress raised the paddle once more and held it there, waiting for Leah’s eyes to drag their slow route upwards over the victim’s back, up over her shoulders and finally to her face. Her lover’s cheeks were red but the eyes were alive and sparkling, and her mouth was set in an open, wide, sneering grin.

  The next smack landed and May screwed her eyes shut and shouted her pain. Then her hips wiggled against the post, her eyes opened in defiance and her taunting grin returned, showing the little points of her canines. For the very first time she looked truly like her sister. If April had not been in the room, Leah would have sworn it was a trick. She could barely recognise the girl as her lover, the one who had been so tender and in need of protection and who was now, inconceivably, not just taking her punishment but loving every second of it. As the blood drained from Leah’s face, she realised the difference between the sisters, the disparity that April so scorned: the elder sister was a sadist, while her little sister simply loved to be hurt.

  The Mistress and her shackled charge smiled smugly at Leah, allowing the reality of the situation to fully sink in. Leah had been played for a fool and she knew now that everything had been a lie. She had been tricked into betraying Caroline. Worse, she had been tricked into loving May. The whole thing had been fabricated as part of her torture, or a clever ruse to ensure that the kidnappers could collect inside information. The girl had only pretended to love her. Everything they shared from the briefest looks, the secret words, the tantalising kisses and even their passionate embraces - their love in all its disparate forms - now seemingly fluttered in the air around Leah like fragments blown apart by the truth. She felt so hollow she didn’t know if she had the strength to stand. She was utterly defeated, empty and weightless and cold. It must have been a wonderful victory for the merciless Gwendolen, although Leah thought she detected just a flicker of remorse before the Mistress regained her former sternness and issued her next order.

  ‘Take these conniving bitches back to their room while I think of an appropriate punishment.’

  April led them back upstairs and once in the room, alone with the girl she had been so disloyal to, Leah fled to the corner and fell in a heap against the wall, bursting into tears. Caroline, wronged as she was, showed remarkable magnanimity. She didn’t curse or blame Leah, she just stayed quiet for several minutes and then eventually sat with her arms around her and kissed her hair, telling her it would all be all right. Eventually, she was able to coax the weeping girl from the floor and lay her on the bed, where she kissed her on the lips, long and deep, trying to give Leah comfort, trying to help her forget.

  Gwendolen came some time later and her purposeful stride into the room showed that she meant business. She wore her thigh-length boots and her nipples were covered with black tassels, but otherwise she was completely naked. Her bottom wobbled as she walked and her fat pussy lips juddered between her thighs as she came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the room. She stood with hands on hips, regarding them with contempt. Leah hadn’t been able to think at all about impending punishments, lost as she was in the hurt of the deception and of the cosseting feel of Caroline’s soft lips and warmth against her. The look on her Mistress’s face told her it was now time to start worrying again.

  ‘It seems that no matter how hard I spank your fat arses, you still refuse to learn to behave,’ said Gwendolen, ‘so I think it’s time I tried alternative measures.’

  On cue April came in, carrying a black zip-up bag that she placed on the bed and opened, showing glimpses of shiny plastic and rubber objects that obviously made up a whole kit-bag of sexual apparatus. With Caroline already naked, Leah alone was ordered to strip while Gwendolen delved into the bag and pulled out a pair of matching ball-gags, the same as Leah had been made to wear when she had been spanked in front of her watching husband earlier in the week. Between them the Mistress and the elder twin secured the gags tightly to the captive’s mouths, making both of them leach drips of saliva down their chins.

  ‘Put them in the wardrobe,’ said Gwendolen.

  April grabbed them both by the hair and pulled them over to the big robe, sliding the mirrored centre door open and pushing them into the large compartment. The Mistress took more items from the bag and came to them, making them stand face to face with their arms around each other. She then handcuffed them both, their wrists bound behind each other’s backs. Gwen then squatted down to fasten a thick leather strap like a belt around both the girl’s legs, just above their knees. She pulled the fastening tight so that they were squeezed together and had to stay still in order to keep their balance and remain upright. Leah had thought that the handcuffs were ineffective, since she could just lift up her arms and over Caroline’s head to free them, but she knew now that any such movement would undoubtedly cause them to topple over. They stood pressed together, their heads turned sideways to av
oid pushing against each other’s gags, their breasts and bellies and crotches in full, naked contact.

  ‘Listen to me very carefully,’ Gwendolen said, ‘you are to stay still and not utter a single sound until I come back to get you. I have already informed your husbands that your pathetic attempts to escape will cost them a few more pounds of ransom. If you make any noise or fail to stay standing before I come back, then the deal is off, and I will ensure that you never get to see either of them again. I hope I have made myself clear.’

  With that, she slid the door back across and the girls were shrouded in darkness. The view of the room however, much to their amazement, stayed exactly as it had done before, seen now through what transpired to be the one-way glass of the mirrored door. Before they had a chance to guess what was coming, the twins entered the room, stripping down to underwear of half-cup bras and bum-hugging shorts in black lace. They sat on the bed and Leah bitterly noted that May’s intensity of expression had disappeared, leaving her almost indistinguishable from her sister except for hair colouring. She even wore make-up identical to April’s.

  The younger twin looked towards the robe and smiled, lifting her hand and waggling her fingers up and down in a mocking wave to the hidden occupants, although the way her eyes seemed fixed on Leah’s made the captive think she was completely visible. Gwendolen then entered and Leah drew her breath in as she saw her husband Thomas being led into the room, his hands cuffed behind him. She knew from Caroline’s similar reaction that the squat, wide-shouldered black man behind Thomas must undoubtedly be her partner, Nathan. He too was handcuffed, pulling his shirt tightly over his muscular chest. The men were led to the centre of the room, standing between the girls on the bed and the captives in the wardrobe. When Gwendolen spoke, her voice was clearly audible to Leah and Caroline, despite their concealment.