Snatched

by Ashley Hind

  Leah knew that Caroline wanted her and she let herself be drawn in. She knew the policewoman was no more a lesbian than May, but she could feel the longing emanating from her and it was like love. Leah had always thought that when two girls were together, no matter how lustful or dirty their sex, it was always somehow pure and brilliant. To her it was the highest expression of tenderness. That was why she had craved being with another woman all these years. There was no force or boastfulness, or any primeval urges to plant a seed. It was clandestine and selfless and always, always, about making love. The ruder their actions, the more their shared secrecy bonded them together, so that the naivety and innocence and newness was never lost.

  Leah climaxed with a mouthful of soft breast and a pussy full of fingers. With her inner walls still clenching she ravished Caroline’s pliable flesh. She sucked and licked her lover’s lips and tongue and nose and ears. She took each of her fingers into her mouth in turn and slurped them clean, tasting herself on every one of them. Then she went down to her feet and bathed them in her warm saliva to show that there was no part of her lover that she didn’t adore. She buried her face in Caroline’s quim, feeling it yield and spread against her, smooth, hot and unctuous. They writhed as she took as much of her lover into her mouth as possible or pressed forward again to try and attain greater penetration. Eventually she found herself on her back with a fat bottom spread over her face and writhing against her nose and stuck-out tongue.

  There was not a single request at that moment that Leah would have refused her lover, nothing that she would have baulked at, even for a second. She wanted to be engulfed and yet absorb Caroline, to eat and drink her, to be inside her. Only when the girl’s grinding bum threatened to suffocate her did Leah push her off and forward. She thrust four fingers at once into Caroline’s squelching cunt, and then two more into her twitching bum hole, and then watched contentedly as her lover oozed juice and wanked herself to a gasping climax.

  They were snoozing in each other’s arms when the twins barged into the room and April yanked the covers clean off them with the words:

  ‘Get up, you arse-licking lesbo bitches! And don’t worry about your clothes, you won’t be needing them.’

  Down in the kitchen the twins stood the captives by the door and covered them all over in a spray-on sun protection. May was humming gleefully and took mischievous delight in rubbing the cream into Leah’s skin, making sure she massaged it thoroughly into her most sensitive areas, letting her fingers slip between her protective labia to feel the heat within, and pressing her fingertip just inside the protesting anus and wiggling it quickly as the sphincter closed and gripped her. April was less discrete with Caroline, having the policewoman bend over and pull her buttocks apart so that the spray could be liberally applied into her crack, and she was then made to rub it in to herself, with the elder twin ensuring that it was worked deep into pussy and anus, and dealing out a sharp slap when it was deemed that the work was not thorough enough.

  Once the captives were amply covered, they had their hair pulled back into pony tails, and they were each given a baseball cap to protect their heads. Finally, they were given matching shoes to wear, red court shoes with high heels, the same as May had been wearing that morning, and Leah realised with further disappointment that the gaudy shoes might actually have been owned by the younger twin after all. The captives put the shoes on, fortunately with little difficulty, although their problems increased when they were both handcuffed and then let out into the sunlight and ordered to teeter their way across the courtyard.

  It was clear and warm outside, but not intensely so. Leah felt a welcome coolness on her glistening, moisturised body as they made their way gingerly up to the top gate. The Defender backed up along the track and Gwendolen alighted and walked round the back of the car and bent down to fiddle with some kind of line hanging from her tow bar. As they approached, Leah could see that there were actually two separate threads of a thick hairy string tied to the car and Gwen stood and started to play the lengths out as she walked towards the girls. Without even acknowledging the captives, she took Leah by the wrists to tie the string around the chain of her handcuffs, and then repeated the procedure with Caroline. The two captives looked nervously at each other as the twins both gave them spontaneous farewell slaps to their backsides and walked over to the car with Gwendolen. The car started and pulled very slowly away, the slack of the string being taken up and then going taut, so the captives were jerked along behind the Defender at an uncomfortably fast walk.

  They trailed precariously behind along the stony track, each knowing that a fall would be very painful. Leah was praying that she wouldn’t turn over on her high heels, or lose one and have to sustain an impossible limp. She felt frightened and ridiculous, more so as the track eventually ended after some two hundred uncomfortable yards, and after a brief pause to give way, the car turned left onto the black tarmac of what was clearly a public road. The girls had to break into an unbalanced trot as the car pulled up the slight incline, and their previously wiggling tits and bums started to bounce and wobble at the extra exertion.

  Caroline squealed as her tits jumped and slapped against her chest and her belly and bottom juddered as she struggled to remain upright. Although being out in the open gave them some hope of being discovered, the thought of being seen in this way was so mortifying that Leah was actually glad when after about seventy more yards Gwendolen turned left again and pulled onto another rough track, lined with concealing bushes. They followed this track for several hundred yards as it wound between hidden fields and then eventually opened out at the corner of a wood.

  The girls were sweaty, sore and exhausted from their efforts, and both bent down to catch their breaths when the car finally stopped. Only when Leah heard voices did she look up and see that there were more cars parked along the track to the side of the wood, and several figures were getting out of them. Gwendolen looked smugly satisfied as she removed their handcuffs. Leah couldn’t disguise her alarm as she watched these others gathering at a gate to the nearby field. They were all male. Huw was there, along with the lads from the cottage: Bryn, Ginger and Bare Chest. There were a couple of older men of Huw’s age or more, with rolled-up sleeves to display sinewy forearms, and two younger, grubby farmhands, both equally lank and gormless.

  Leah put her arm across her chest and clutched her hand to her groin to cover her exposure, noting that Caroline had already done the same, although her bigger breasts were still spilling out and on view. The Mistress noted their efforts to hide themselves and gave a little snort of derision before motioning them to follow her. She took them straight down to the field, where for the first time the girls set eyes on an enormous bovine standing some fifty yards away with its hind quarters towards them. The huge weighty balls hanging down were clear evidence, if they hadn’t already guessed, that the animal was a bull.

  ‘That’s Old Tom,’ said Gwendolen. ‘We have to keep him alone because he’s feeling rather fruity at the moment, and that spells danger for everything, man and beast. Come on, it’s time to play a little game.’

  She took them towards the gaggle of men. The twins had now joined the group and were giggling with the lads from the cottage. All the men turned to look at the naked captives, enjoying their efforts to hide their modesty. Leah could feel her belly lurching with nerves and she wished she was back in her room, safely in Caroline’s warm embrace. The men were sporting knowing leers and, in a few cases, barely disguised erections behind the tight confines of their trousers. The air was thick with the anticipation of lust, and even the twins were buzzing with excitement.

  ‘It’s hot,’ said Gwendolen, ‘so I’ll get on with it. The game is simple - would you like heads or tails?’

  Leah suddenly realised that the Mistress was addressing her, and she shrugged vaguely and offered an unsure answer of ‘heads.’

  ‘Fine,’ Gwen continued, looking
at Leah. ‘Each man will step forward in turn and I will flip a coin. If it’s heads, you win the man. If it’s tails, Big Tits gets him on her team. Your next job is to get on your knees and suck each one of your team members one by one until they come. These boys don’t like wastage, so if you spill a drop, you will have to do them again. Your biggest problem is that while the boys will be standing safe and sound on this side of the fence, you girls are going to be in the field with Old Tom there, so the quicker you can get finished up the better.’

  All the lads were laughing and Leah felt her gorge rising at the fearful thought of being anywhere near the giant beast, let alone in the same field. The notion of having to suck a load of men’s cocks and drink their dirty loads had barely even registered, so trivial did it seem in comparison. She looked at Gwendolen and could see the sadistic satisfaction on her face. It was clear that there was a very real danger of getting hurt to entertain her Mistress’s whims.

  ‘That bull does get excited rather easily,’ Gwendolen said, ‘and he loves anything female, so once he smells your filthy holes he’ll be on you like a shot. He’s got a massive one - I doubt I can get two hands around it - but he’ll keep going until he gets it into you, and he’s not fussy about which hole, either. And don’t think you’ll just get the one fucking. He can serve thirty-five heifers at a time and give each one a jug of spunk. I can’t remember a single slave that we’ve had who has managed to endure him, certainly none we could keep afterwards.’

  The last statement almost made Leah faint. Her whole body was trembling with the fright, although none of the gathered onlookers, including May, seemed to see anything but humour in the situation. She stood feeling light-headed as the blood drained away, watching the men getting into position, ready to be assigned to a team. Suddenly, Leah was shaking herself out of her stupor, knowing that the next few minutes would be critical. As much as she felt for Caroline, she was praying the girl got all the boys on her team.

  Bryn was first up and Leah’s heart sank as Gwendolen called a head and he was assigned to her team. He walked over to her, leering at her naked body and idly rubbing his crotch to encourage his erection. Leah hadn’t sucked him at the cottage but she knew Caroline had struggled to take him in and he would be a difficult and stamina-sapping subject. Ginger was next and ended up with Caroline, and then Leah got the first of the older men. She didn’t even know his name, but she was already thinking about his prick and wondering if his age would hamper his speed of ejaculation. She didn’t like the look of the two unfamiliar younger men but she was sure she could empty their balls pretty quickly, and that’s what counted here.

  Leah also got the next two: the other older man and one of the new gormless ones. Caroline got the remaining younger one, and then there came a heart-stopping moment as Huw stepped up. Leah knew he was almost impossible to take and if she got him as well as Bryn, she doubted her chances of making it out of the field. After several heart-stopping moments, Gwendolen finally called a tail and awarded Caroline the dubious honour of trying to bring the farmer off. Leah was so relieved that she actually felt a flutter of excitement when the final throw was called a head and she got Bare Chest on her side. Although it meant she had to take five of the men to her companion’s three, it gave her another chance to suck on the young man’s lovely, smooth prick. She could be doing this while Caroline struggled just to fit Huw in her mouth.

  With the teams settled, Gwendolen took the girls to the gate whilst the first men on each side undid their trousers and took their cocks out in readiness. The Mistress didn’t even risk leading the captives into the field. They stuck to the hedge trying not to attract the attention of the huge animal, gripping each other’s hands for comfort even though it would soon be every girl for herself. Leah was suddenly very aware, if the myth were to be believed, that her bright red shoes were going to be like an enraging magnet to the animal. She could scarcely comprehend her Mistress’s cruel ingenuity. As they turned away and got down on their knees Old Tom was still ignoring them, but his balls were a sobering reminder to the girls of what might befall them if he caught them in his field.

  With knobs bobbing, Bryn and Ginger stood awaiting their treat about a foot back from the fence, which meant the girls would have to lean through between the thin silver wires and stick their bottoms out invitingly in the direction of the bull. Leah was already suspicious of the fence itself, especially the coiled wire showing at one of the posts, and a thin blue casing on the top wire further along the fence, which looked like some kind of insulation. Caroline was just eager to start, presumably to get herself back to safety. She stooped down and put her head between the top and middle wires. As she reached forward she suddenly yelped as her hanging breasts made contact with the wire, and then again as she jerked upwards and touched the metal with her back. She pulled herself out again, grabbing her breasts and holding them, obviously in pain.

  ‘Oh, yes, you had better watch the fence,’ said Gwendolen casually. ‘It’s electrified.’

  Leah held her arm across her front to keep her breasts from hanging. She carefully put her head through the wires and reached out for Bryn’s massive erection. Caroline did the same but her bigger tits were much harder to contain. She couldn’t use both hands and still retain her balance so she had to raise up further, taking her perilously near the top wire, and reach out for Ginger’s thigh to give her support. Leah was glad that her companion would be so hampered that she might not even be able to use her hands. Old Tom had just snorted loudly, making Leah’s stomach flip. She wanted out of there quickly, or at the very least before her partner.

  Bryn was indeed hard to take. His cock was already erect and stretched Leah’s mouth to its extremes as she forced it between her lips. She sucked like mad, despite his acrid tang, and was glad that she was able to use her free hand to wank him, only every now and then taking it off and resting it on his thigh to regain her balance. The watching females gave the captives crude encouragement and provided a commentary on Old Tom’s behaviour behind them, how his cock was stirring and getting thicker, how he was starting to sniff the air with interest.

  ‘He might have a big cock, but he’s got terrible eyesight,’ chattered Gwen. ‘He’ll smell you before he sees you.’

  On that note, Bryn grunted and unloaded hard into Leah’s mouth, spraying it to the back of her throat and causing her to choke, although mercifully not enough to drop any of the precious cargo. She had to gulp him down as more and more pumped out. He had obviously saved up for the occasion, which at least had meant a quick result, although Leah’s throat was still scalding as Bryn backed off and the next cock was shoved in its place. Alongside her Caroline was struggling, trying hard to use her mouth to fuck Ginger’s cock, although the friction was not enough to finish him. Her tits were spilling over her protecting arm with her efforts and she had to keep trying to gather them in. Every now and then she would take her hand off his thigh and give his shaft a quick burst with her pumping fist, but too soon she would have to reach out again for support. With April’s background commentary on Old Tom’s movements becoming ever more threatening, Caroline gave up the ghost and wanked him hard, crying out several times as her body sank and the current jolted through her breasts.

  Eventually Ginger shot his load and was replaced by the gormless youngster. He filled the policewoman’s mouth with a long, venous erection. Leah finished her second man, slowing down her pumping hand out of weariness and desire to stop his flow from showering her throat again. He came in small gloops onto her tongue, and she shivered as she forced them to the back of her mouth to swallow. She took on her next man with fatigue already hampering her, and once or twice she lost her balance and felt the sharp sting of electricity burst through her soft flesh, and she could only sympathise with poor Caroline, who was now taking shocks with regularity. When tiredness threatened to halt proceedings, they were spurred on by April’s cheery reminder that Tom’s cock was now
huge and that he was starting to wander in their direction.

  ‘Oh God!’ she cried. ‘What if he fucks your bum like he did that last girl? I think he’s coming over! I think he can smell you!’

  Leah was flagging and sickened by the flow of spunk oozing down into her stomach, but her panic drove her on and she finished her fourth, giving her the partial incentive to carry on and get Bare Chest’s lovely member into her mouth. She hadn’t loved any of the previous cocks. Two had smelled unclean, one was knobbly and rough, whilst Bryn’s was just too big and tiring, so at least she could attain some kind of pleasure from the perfect one she was now sucking. Caroline was now onto Huw and having almost no joy. He was too big to comfortably hold with just her mouth, and every time she grabbed his shaft she received more jolts of current that had her howling, and this undoubtedly attracted the bull.

  The twins by now seemed genuinely afraid of how close the animal was coming and how his erection would rip the captives apart. In her mounting panic Leah was taking more shocks, convinced she could hear the beast behind her. At one point she even thought it was snorting on her backside, feeling cold against the wetness between her cheeks which until that point she hadn’t realised was there. She couldn’t see behind but in her periphery the fretting Caroline was also trying to look back towards the imminent danger. At any moment Leah thought she would hear the cry of the crazed beast, and then feel its hooves at her back and its weight against her as the huge weapon battered her tiny holes in search of an entrance. The semen she had already consumed was too much but it would be a drop in the ocean compared to the blasting the animal’s balls would deliver, over and over again, according to the Mistress.

  Leah was almost beside herself with panic as her hand blurred on Bare Chest’s erection, desperate to coax his balls into letting go. When his hot spunk finally did spurt into her, it was one of the sweetest tastes she had ever known, simply because its welcome arrival meant that she could get away. She kept pumping him, milking him dry with welcome relief, almost laughing with the ecstatic joy of her release but careful not to spill any of his fluid now.