Snatched

by Ashley Hind

  ‘When did you know?’ he asked.

  Leah thought long and hard. So many things could have given the game away - if she had allowed herself to dwell on them. Even right at the start, having her knickers peeled off by a sexy kidnapper in her own kitchen had seemed far too good to be true. Then there was the perfection of May, the countless orgasms and the feeling that she was never being pushed to do anything she didn’t secretly desire. Even the endless supply of good food had seemed odd. But everything was explainable, and everything could be deemed plausible. She found it easy to immerse herself and just go with it. They all played their parts with incredible realism and every single emotion she had felt had been genuine and was never doubted - from fear to heart-lifting joy, betrayal to absolute intimacy, pain to utter exhilaration. Even now it was still difficult to believe that her husband had arranged the whole thing, just for her, to make her fantasies come true.

  ‘If I’m honest,’ she said, ‘I don’t think I ever really knew. They were very good. They certainly made me believe. Where did you find them?’

  ‘Internet,’ he replied, checking his rear-view and pulling onto a main road. ‘I spent months going through it with them, making sure they were right and that they would understand precisely what you would need. I think they did a good job.’

  ‘They sure did,’ Leah smiled. ‘What are the chances of finding a couple with such an obliging set of friends and connections?’

  ‘Well, in truth,’ Thomas laughed, ‘April and May don’t actually live with them. They have been pole dancers and aspiring actresses in the recent past. They used to go there on holiday as kids and come back regularly to work with the horses. I don’t even know if those are their real names. They are pretty damn good at role-playing though - and very sexy! As for the rest of them I don’t know, but if I was some farmhand and someone offered me a blowjob from the likes of you, I don’t think I’d turn it down!’

  ‘What about Caroline and Nathan?’

  ‘Nice guys and paying customers like ourselves. They have been swinging for some years now and they’ve been to the farm a few times. Caroline started out playing your role, but soon they expanded it and she graduated to playing the copper. She’s actually a nurse. Nathan says she gets more insatiable every year and he can only let her have a few days at a time on trips like this because she likes it so hard and painful that he’s scared she won’t survive a whole week!’

  ‘And what have you been doing with yourself?’ she asked.

  ‘I stayed at the house for the first couple of days. I spent most of the time watching you on the live-feed in the drawing room. Anything I missed I watched back later. You did notice all the cameras filming you, I trust? Then when Nathan came we both stayed with Gwendolen’s sister. Nice girl, if a little dirty. Nathan found it hard to keep his cock out of her arse most nights. We either spent our time watching you girls, or going out to the pub, or doing the things that normal people do on holiday. I must admit that when I was at the house I did on a few occasions take advantage of some of the oral pleasures that were on offer, but I can honestly say that the only girl I actually had sex with was May. I told you we would ease our way in to this swinging malarkey, so I didn’t want to push it. I even felt a little guilty about that, which is why I arranged for Huw to give you your own little treat. How was he, by the way?’

  ‘Wonderful,’ smiled Leah, her eyes glazing over at the memory.

  ‘To be honest, I didn’t witness that and I’m quite glad. I’m still not sure how OK I’m going to be watching you with other men. However, you’ll be glad to know that I’m willing to let you sleep with all the pretty girls you want!’

  Leah laughed again. His words were neither sexist nor offensive because he understood her completely. He knew that she had wanted to be dominated by a Mistress for years. He knew that she liked the idea of pain, but only administered from another girl. Moreover he understood her real kink, even though she had never actually explained it to him. Her real desire was to fall in love with a pretty girl, just briefly but utterly and helplessly, so that she ached with the longing. She wanted her heart stolen by one so perfect that she could no longer muster power over her own actions. Girls were soft and beautiful, wet and inviting, secret and intimate, and they were safe.

  From her first crush in her early teens on her teacher Miss Pierce, all the way through her schooldays and into her adult life, she had wanted them. But one pretty girl would never be enough. She wanted them all. She now knew her wait had been worth it and it was as wonderful as she had imagined. She had relived the yearning of her younger days, but this time she had won the prize. And now she wanted to do it all again. In one week she had fallen for May and Caroline, and in a lesser way with Gwendolen and April too. Now that she had felt the electricity of their first kiss, their first touch, or even their first stinging slap, she was happy to go back to the real love that she shared with her husband and just wait for the next girl to come along and steal her heart. It was a cycle she would be happy to repeat over and over again.

  ‘I think I need a wee,’ Leah said, breaking her own wistful silence.

  ‘Do it in your knickers!’

  ‘Ha!’ she laughed, ‘that’s what Huw said when he brought me here. Trouble is, like then, I’m not wearing any. They made me do it behind a bush by the side of the road. It was quite kinky, actually.’

  ‘Is that right?’

  Thomas checked his mirrors again and looked for an appropriate place to pull over. He stopped and then dragged her out squealing and pulled her through a barrier of undergrowth and threw her onto the grass, pulling her skirt up to expose the nudity beneath. He clambered between her legs, pushing his hips up to undo his belt and slide his trousers down to his knees, giving her a glimpse of his swelling cock. She was desperate for him but also desperate to pee now that she thought she had been given the chance. She didn’t think she could stop herself. Dirty April would have ordered her to do it all over his cock before he could slide it inside her. Mind-fucker Gwendolen would have commanded her to hold it, despite the urgency to let go, to cling on no matter how long her husband took.

  Either would have thrilled her. She could make the choice herself but that could never imbue the same buzz. It was infinitely more exciting when it was ordered of you and you had to obey. Thomas could have made the decision but such things were not his instinct. She couldn’t suspend her disbelief with him. He was too nice and too familiar. She had known him for too long before she discovered she had this kink. She needed to climb into the fantasy, to believe in it absolutely. After that, everything was exciting: every little intricacy; every movement or word or action. It needed someone prepared to go with the fantasy and not leave it for a second. Just one reminder of the real world could see it crumble. It needed someone with an instinct for tolerances, who understood exactly what made you tick, who knew that being told to stay on your knees could be as big a turn on as being spanked red or tenderly kissed. Spelling it out made the spell disappear for her. She needed someone who could live in her mind, to be almost an extension of her brain, like the devil inside her hidden kinky mind made flesh. It needed someone who could pull out the secrets in there even she didn’t know she kept. Thomas couldn’t do this, but fortunately he was willing to seek out people who did.

  Conjured images were nothing like the real thing but they were a well-used substitute and in the end it was Miss Pierce who came to mind telling her to do exactly as commanded or face being defiled by the vegetable she held between her black-nailed fingertips. Leah closed her eyes to hold the image and pulled her husband down onto her. Miss Pierce had decreed she must hold on, however much she needed to let go. Obeying this order would make her come so much harder, and it did. Thomas sank into her and she didn’t even care that her pussy was still so sore. It made it better. He fucked her as hard as he could, like she had been away from him for years and not days, like sh
e was the one he could never bear to wait for. Breathless and dripping they came together, like they so often did. It was sometime after that he smiled down at her contented face.

  ‘So,’ he said, ‘was that the best holiday you’ve ever been on?’

  ‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘it most certainly was.’

  ‘And you don’t think we should go back to the Caribbean next year?’

  ‘Not a chance!’

  ‘Well, we’ve got another holiday to go on right now, and you have to repay me for being such a wonderful husband, so let’s go!’

  ‘Ok, give me a couple of minutes here. You wait in the car.’

  He handed her a scrunch of tissues, kissed her and then trooped off back through the hedge. Leah shuddered again as she was finally able to let go. In her head Miss Pierce had given her word. Then she remembered May. She reached down and found between thumb and forefinger what the younger twin had left hanging from her as they parted. Easing it out brought another brief shiver of pleasure - those little things May could do for her without even being there! It was a small length of pink fabric, identifiable as a section of one of the ribbons May had worn in her hair on the night she had been made to administer the caning. Written on the lace in black felt pen was a mobile phone number, and alongside it the message: I Love You.

  Leah looked at the words for some time and then gave a little laugh, partly at the excitement of the message, partly at the thought of aimlessly trying to contact the girl in a place where there was never any signal. She rolled up the lace ready to throw it into the bushes, since this was not really what she thought she was about. This short chapter of her life should now, in fairness, be done and dusted. It was a fantasy lived out for a while but now she knew the truth and the bubble had been burst. Just at the last second she stopped herself and kept hold of the girl’s gift. May, after all, had made her heart race more than any other. If she had to spend her life with just one girl then unquestionably it would be her. She smiled at the image in her head of the innocent girl playfully throwing straw over her, and of her brooding looks of intense arousal just before they kissed, or when punishments were being delivered.

  Leah understood now that May had been playing a part, but beneath all the pretence, it was just possible that the beautiful young girl had actually fallen for her. Surely May’s love was too precious to waste? Their togetherness might have been engineered and watched in secret by others, but the ardour between them was inimitable, and she was convinced that May had felt it too. The memory of their intimacy would never stop catching her breath or making her whole body tingle, so Leah carefully rolled the fabric back into a tight cylinder and gently pushed it back where she had found it, for secrecy.

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