Snatched (17 page)

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.’

‘I know.’

They stayed in silence for a while, just happy in each other’s company and enjoying their light caresses. Then May remembered the lotion.

‘Let me do this for you,’ she said.

It was a simple request, and sounded innocent enough but Leah almost passed out with the surge of excitement. The girl did not wait for an answer. She took the bottle and then gently lifted the quilt away from the naked body beneath it. For Leah it was like being revealed for the first time, because this time it was purely for May. Leah was gently turned so that she was lying on her front. She heard the sharp intake of breath when her striped bottom came into view.

Leah was straddled by the girl, who squeezed out a large blob of the white lotion and gently warmed it between her two palms. Leah held her breath, dying to feel those hands touch her bottom. When they finally did, she sighed and shivered with the relief and thrill. The cream was cool and soothing and May’s touch was light and electrifying on the mistreated skin. All the hairs on Leah’s thighs stood up as another dollop of lotion was applied, cold this time, straight from the bottle onto her rump. Then the warm hands smoothed it out and the thumbs pressed the flesh and ran up the cheek, causing a little ridge, like a mini tidal wave to form and break where the buttock met her back.

Her bottom felt instantly better under the young girl’s touch, the swell and throb diminishing to leave her feeling soft again. The numbness gave way to sensitivity and each gentle stroke made her tingle, especially when the fingers drifted over the tuck of her bottom and down onto her thighs, sometimes hinting at plunging between them. With each new dollop applied Leah felt the hands exploring further. They travelled around the outside of the thighs, up to the small of the back and then, just with the fingertips, into the cleft that divided the cheeks of her rump.

She tried surreptitiously to raise her hips off the bed, to open herself more and encourage deeper probing. She wanted to part her thighs to let her pussy come into view, wet as it was, but her legs were trapped between May’s knees and her weight as she resting down. Suddenly the girl announced that her knees were tired and she climbed off, leaving a surge of disappointment to form in Leah’s belly and hollow her out. But May was quickly lying down beside her and Leah turned on her side so that they were face to face, the joy swiftly returning when she saw that May had discarded her slip and was now also completely naked.

‘I’ll do it from here,’ said May.

She propped herself up on one elbow to squeeze a last dollop onto her palm before dropping the bottle behind her, over the edge of the bed. She came closer and their foreheads touched as her hand reached behind and was placed against Leah’s buttock, gently depositing the cream onto the cheek, where rather than being massaged in, it was kept in an unctuous blob to serve as a reservoir, with little portions taken at a time to be worked into the flesh. As each little bit was taken the fingers on Leah’s bottom went lower and closer to the middle. Their faces closed together until their mouths were parted and breathing hot and wet against the other’s. As May’s finger finally pushed into the crease of Leah’s bum, they kissed.

The urgency of their tongues was evident but the exploration by May’s finger remained hesitant, gently pushing its way into the crack until eventually it rested, just touching the little hole, the lotion now warm on her fingertip. Leah was desperate for the girl now, and would have died of heartbreak if May had remembered the watching cameras and left, just as she had done the last time. Leah broke off the kiss and looked at her, praying she would stay.

‘Shouldn’t you turn the lights off?’ she asked, absolutely on tenterhooks, knowing the request might only serve as a reminder that they were being watched, and drive her lover away.

‘No,’ whispered May, ‘I want to see you.’

‘What about the cameras?’

‘They aren’t watching. They have other things to do tonight.’

With that, Leah melted and pressed her lips back to May’s. Nothing could stop it now. She felt the finger at her bum, lightly circling the rim. Then there was pressure and the tip pushed inside, causing Leah’s nerves to jump awake and her tight ring to twitch and contract against the finger. As their tongues probed deeper into each other’s mouths, Leah felt the finger easing further up into her bottom. She pushed her hips back and soon she was moaning into the girl’s mouth and the finger was sliding right up inside her. It was the most erotic and beautiful thing that had ever been done to her. It could have been considered lewd, but here it was so innocent, almost adolescent, yet considerate too, since May would have guessed that the ginger had left Leah’s pussy inflamed and perhaps over-sensitive. Leah wiggled her bottom back against it, to let May know she loved having her finger in her most private place. It was the ultimate bond. It signified love and trust, and it felt perfect.

Leah turned towards the girl to give her better access and soon her weight had pushed May onto her back and she was on top of her. Like her sister, the girl was also completely shaved and their smooth, bare mounds bumped together as the finger inside Leah probed her bottom deeper and faster. Leah was kissing May all over her face and neck now, wanting to touch and taste every part of her. She was grinding her crotch into the yielding pussy below and she could feel the poking tip of her clitoris rubbing against her lover’s smaller hardness. Then she was thrusting her hips urgently, feeling their buds rub, and bursts of pleasure coursed through her as they shared each other’s wetness. Over her gasps and cries was the sound of her bottom slapping as May’s palm pumped against it, the finger coming nearly all the way out then driving its way back into her slippery hole.

The frigging didn’t stop even as she came. Leah could still feel the bliss of the finger flashing in and out of her even though her bottom was trying to squeeze upon it as her insides rippled and clenched. Thankfully the other hand was being held over her mouth, muffling the uncontrolled moans of pleasure that would otherwise have alerted the entire household. Leah screwed her eyes shut and cried into the warm palm, bucking into the girl as her bum was taken. The orgasm was as powerful as she knew it would be, made more intense by the intimacy of the girl’s finger and the young smoothness of their shaven pussies together. Eventually, with her limbs still shaking, the digit slipped from inside and her bottom was given a comforting squeeze as she laid her weight onto her lover.

The climax did not quell her excitement, it only heightened it. Soon she was kissing and licking May again, tasting her shoulders, her arms, her delicious breasts with their perfect little teats. The belly jumped under the touch of her tongue, the flesh on her hips was warm and elastic as she sucked and grazed it between her teeth. May’s skin was pale and flawless, so tight yet supple. There was something virginal about her. Leah felt that everything she was doing to her was new. She wanted to give her the best sensations of her life, to make the long wait for deliverance worthwhile. She dropped a little pool of spit into the deep belly button and used the tip of her tongue to lap the slimy juice onto the surrounding jumping flesh. Then she was heading down towards May’s pretty pussy.

Leah had only been a captive for four days but it seemed like she had waited centuries for this moment. She took her time, although she felt the girl’s hands on her head trying to coax her into greater urgency. She coated the whole mound with a slick of spit that allowed her lips and chin to skid over the soft flesh, and dribbled teasingly down into her lover’s crack. Then she began to lap at the edges, on the swell of the delicate outer lips, moving tantalisingly ever inwards until her tongue parted the labia and delved into the centre. The girl gasped and squirmed, smearing her lips against Leah’s face and leaving her cheeks coated with the escaping juices.

Leah sucked hard on May’s clit to encourage her flow, and then sank her mouth back down onto the entrance of her pussy to drink it down, tasting her untainted freshness. The girl writhed and grabbed handfuls of Leah’s hair, trying to push her further, all the way inside. She needed depth, and Leah wanted to be inside her. She pulled her face away and got up on her knees, turning the girl onto her front and then pulling at her hips to bring her up onto all fours. Leah ran her nails up the back of May’s thighs, then leaned forward to kiss her velvet-soft bulge. The girl eased her hips back for more contact and her bum cheeks shyly parted. Her rude opening was tiny and dark; a little secret that closed in on itself as it shrank from Leah’s gaze. Leah let her tongue-tip just brush the lovely hole. The wailing sigh her lover emitted was the most thrilling sound she had ever heard.

The girl gasped and trembled but Leah was allowed to patiently tease the bum with little licks until it was wet and slightly open. Still Leah did not hurry. Her fingers had been bouncing gently against May’s little clit, to send pulses of pleasure through her. Now they slid back along her split and wormed their way between the clinging lips to rest at the entrance of her vagina and feel its heat. She moved her mouth over to one buttock, sucking in as much of the pliable flesh as she could. As she gently bit into it she pushed two fingers up into May’s pussy and held them there as the girl bucked backwards against them. When she finally released her sucking grip on the bum cheek she saw that she had left a ring of little teeth marks encircling a rosy centre.

May was as beautiful inside as out. She was pleasingly soaking and absolutely smooth. Her tight pussy gripped at her fingers in little spasms, like it was gently breathing. Leah wondered if any lucky cock had ever found its way inside. She twisted her fingers around and bent them forwards to try and find the spongy sweet spot. Her lover moaned and started jiggling her hips more vigorously, desperate to be made to come. Leah knew it was time to stop taunting her. She began to ease her fingers in and out, slowly at first, watching the cream thicken upon them and then start to dribble down her hand. She increased her pace gradually, enjoying the rising volume of the girl’s moans and the sticky slurping of her pussy. She pumped her faster and faster, forcing droplets of cream out onto her hand and down onto the bed.

She waited until May had reached between her own legs and started to rub herself, and then Leah pushed her face back between the buttocks and breathed in the sweet scent. She started lapping and probing at May’s bottom once more, making the young girl’s moans surge upwards into a cry and her fingers start to blur as she furiously rubbed herself. May’s bum hole was so much tighter than the Mistress’s but Leah finally managed to push her tongue inside and that was all it took to have the girl shaking and jerking with her orgasm. The girl stopped rubbing and simply squeezed her clit hard, and her wetness let go and flowed out over the pumping fingers and down the insides of her thighs. Leah pressed forward with her tongue, trying to open her lover up, although the muscles of the bum were tightening against her. It was rude and wonderful. When they kissed afterwards, when they dreamt that night or fantasised over the years, they would both know that they had shared this exquisite intimacy, and it had made May come.

Leah quickly lay beside her lover as she collapsed forward and they did indeed kiss. It was a deep tonguing of passion and gratitude as they stroked each other’s backs and arms and faces, and grabbed each other’s bums. They held each other close, glad just to be touching. Suddenly Leah’s jubilation and emotion became too much and she was exhausted, beaten by the events of the longest day of her life. She tried to stay awake to savour the moment but her eyes kept closing on her. Before she succumbed to slumber she saw her beautiful girl smiling at her. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead and the arm slip out from beneath her as her lover eased to the side of the bed. She was vaguely aware of the girl putting her nightdress back on and padding cautiously towards the door, but before she had even opened it to leave Leah was already asleep.