Snatched (22 page)

‘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 avoid 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.

‘Now boys,’ she said, ‘it’s time to be sensible and do as you are told. Failure to do exactly as I say will mean that you will never get to see your precious girlies ever again. Worse still, it will consign them to a rather unpleasant fate. Do not question what I say, just do it and do it immediately. I am neither a nice nor a patient person, so you will do well to carry out my instructions quickly, and save certain loved ones a lot of hurt. And remember, my husband is downstairs with his shotgun, just waiting for you to do something stupid, so be warned, and be sensible.’

As she was talking she was already unbuckling Thomas’s jeans and pulling them down, making him lift each foot in turn to dispense with them along with his shoes. She stood right in front of him as she took hold of his pants and dropped to her knees, exposing his soft prick right in front of her face. She licked her lips but then stood and told Thomas to get onto his knees instead. He dropped to the floor in front of her, about three feet from the bed, side-on to the girls within the wardrobe.

Next she turned and went to Nathan’s belt buckle, unfastening his trousers and stripping them off. When she pulled down his pants, Gwen raised her eyebrows and both twins sucked in their breath at the sight of the thick snake hanging long and limp from his body. Even Leah found herself responding to Caroline’s forward movement by pressing into her. Although flaccid, it was one of the biggest cocks she had seen, undoubtedly up there with Gun Man Bryn’s, and possibly even the mighty Huw’s. Gwen dragged her eyes away and turned her attention back to Thomas.

‘You - stay absolutely still and do not move a muscle. Now, you,’ she said, addressing Nathan, ‘come and stand in front of him.’

Both the captives were breathing hard as their men were put in position, with Thomas kneeling towards Nathan, his face just a few inches from the dormant monster of his prick.

‘You,’ said Gwen, tapping Thomas’s shoulder, ‘are to keep your eyes on him. And you, my big-cocked lovely, are to keep your eyes on my girls here. Do not even think of looking away.’

Gwen stepped aside, giving the captive voyeurs an uninterrupted view of their men, and also of the twins. They were stood side by side facing him, smiling slyly. They knew what to do. Without instruction they each removed their bras and squeezed the liberated breasts, teasing the nipples to hardness, using spit to moisten them and help their growth. They then removed their knickers slowly for the watching Nathan, and opened their legs to show him their bald pussies. Within the wardrobe Leah felt a surge of arousal mixed with crushing disappointment at her supposed lover’s wanton behaviour. The younger twin was clearly no virginal lesbian, and was looking every bit as slutty as her twin, but she was still heart-stoppingly beautiful, even in her make-up. Leah couldn’t see past the time when that beauty had been pressed against her, exploring inside her and pleading for the same in return.

The twins were now even closer to Nathan, their hands running down between their thighs to play with their bare pussies. Up until then, he had shown remarkable resilience, but now his penis was starting to awake and lengthen, bobbing almost imperceptibly as the blood flow increased. It was when the girls in unspoken unison took their wet fingers out of their quims and sucked them clean that he finally lost the battle. His engorged rod twitched a couple of times, the weighty length now filling quickly. With both twins now back to noisily slapping their fingers in and out of their wet holes, Nathan’s thick cock slowly began to rise, the silken black skin stretched taut over the swollen tissue, and the foreskin retracting to display the monster’s shining head.

Leah and Caroline were cheek to cheek, clutching each other close and breathing heavily as they witnessed the slow, inexorable rise of Nathan’s prick up towards Thomas’s chin. The twins gave no quarter, continuing their frantic wanking and talking dirty, imploring the black cock to grow so that they could suck it and fuck it. The cock was indeed unstoppable now, filling fully and reaching up. It rose just past Thomas’s chin and then gently travelled up his face, stroking his cheek millimetre by millimetre on its path until it came to rest, pulsing hotly against his face. Leah could see her husband’s jaw tensing but he kept still for her sake.

Gwendolen moved forward and released Nathan from his cuffs while he stayed erect against the other man’s cheek. She then pulled him half a foot back and reached around to take him in her hands and rub him in front of Thomas’s eyes. For a few seconds it looked like the Mistress planned to bring off one husband in the face of the other, but instead she released her grip on Nathan and ordered Thomas up from his knees. He rose with difficulty, displaying a cock already showing the swell of arousal, obviously thickened but not yet fully hard. He was released from his cuffs by the Mistress, and then both men were ordered onto their knees and told to lick the twins.

It was doubtful the men could understand the subtlety of the punishment but both the hidden captives felt their hearts racing at the sight of their men going down on the girls. Leah started to sob through her gag but Caroline held her closer for comfort. Leah could feel the heat emanating from her companion. She even thought she detected the slickness of excitement between their squashed-together pussy mounds. While the twins were being licked they held the men’s heads and called out encouragement along with their moans of bliss. May in particular was surprisingly vocal and as Thomas went to work on her she cried out,

‘Yes! Stick your tongue up me! I love it when you lick me!’

She pointedly looked over towards Leah in the wardrobe as she said it, maybe as a taunt, maybe as a message. Gwen was meanwhile busy fastening a harness around her hips, from which sprang a long, thin dildo in lurid pink. Leah felt an immediate pang of dread at the sight of this, but she also knew that her puss was adding to the stickiness between her and Caroline and her heavy breathing had long since been through anticipation rather than apprehension. Her companion turned to look at her and there was lust in her eyes too, and saliva forced from the policewoman’s mouth by the plastic gag fell in a string onto their touching breasts and amplified the atmosphere of growing ardour.

Nathan was ordered onto all fours, facing the wardrobe. He took a sideways glance at the threatening strap-on but his expression did not betray his inevitable trepidation. Caroline reacted for him, her body tensing as she sucked her breath in around the obstructing gag, and both hands gripping Leah’s buttocks with apprehension. April blocked any further view they might have gained of the unlucky victim by getting down on her knees in front of him and reversing her backside into his face, issuing a one-word command to lick her. Her sigh of satisfaction told the voyeurs that Nathan had complied.

Gwendolen smiled towards the wardrobe then dropped into the space behind Nathan, between his legs and the bed. She was careful to keep her eyes towards the concealed voyeurs as she spread his buttocks and leant forward with her tongue out, so they could be in no doubt that he was to be reamed. They could see his hips jerking in reaction, and occasionally they both glimpsed his rock-solid cock bobbing beneath his belly. The woman finally came up for air and they could see her looking down and guiding the dildo towards Nathan’s now slippery and vulnerable entrance. Once at the ready, Gwendolen took him by the hips and pushed forward, slowly but remorselessly, and the girls could plainly hear his muffled groans.

Leah suddenly realised her hands were full of Caroline’s bum and her grip matched the intensity of the tight squeeze on her own buttocks. She held that fat arse out of the shock of witnessing the girl’s partner being buggered by the dildo. She grabbed her out of solidarity at their position and as an attempt to provide comfort. But most of all she did it out of raw lust at what she saw. The policewoman showed little sign of mortification at what she was being forced to witness. Leah’s bottom was being squeezed even harder and she could feel her companion’s heart banging against her squashed breasts. They were cheek to cheek, their faces sliding on the coating of escaped saliva as they drew in heavy breaths. Very slowly Caroline began to grind her crotch from side to side against Leah’s, an unmistakeable sign of her desire.

Gwendolen had found a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. May, who had been avidly watching and stroking herself, now got down on all fours beside Nathan. She blew a kiss towards the concealed captives and then looked over at Thomas, who was gawping at the sight of her rear end.

‘Fuck me,’ she said.

Thomas might have been bewildered at how this could possible constitute a punishment, but he was down behind her before he had time to work out a possible reason. Leah knew. May’s eyes were back towards her, somehow exactly meeting her gaze through the mirrored door. They closed in delight as Thomas slid into her from behind, and then sprang open again, full of lust to taunt the hidden captive. Leah’s heart felt like it could explode. She would have hated to see her lover fucked by any man, but to have Thomas do it was crushing. Leah felt defeat, sadness, anger and envy all at once. She hated May for being so calculatingly cruel and for not being innocent, or gay, or
hers.
But she still loved her beautiful face, flushed now with desire, and the way her little bum bounced and squashed upwards as she was pumped from the rear. She would have given anything to be the one behind her now, slapping into her with Gwendolen’s dildo.

Leah watched Thomas and burned with jealousy, although she couldn’t quite work out if it was his infidelity or May’s betrayal that addled her brain. She knew May was irresistible, even in her tarty make-up and with her bottom still red from Gwendolen’s earlier paddle marks. She knew how velvety-soft and slick and warm she was inside, how perfect she would feel on Thomas’s cock and how impossible it would be for him to stop himself from thrusting onwards towards his climax. May was taunting her again now. She was talking out loud, urging Thomas to fuck her, but all the while she was looking through the wardrobe door, into Leah’s eyes.

‘I want you to fuck me forever,’ she was saying. ‘I love it when you fuck me.’

Despite the torment, Leah knew that if May came to her later and told her she had been made to act in this way, she would forgive her in an instant - even though she could plainly see the undisguised pleasure on the girl’s face, the same look she had worn as Gwendolen’s ruthless paddle-slaps had struck home. If she held her close enough and wiped off the make-up then maybe the lies and betrayal would disappear too, and her innocence, which Thomas was even now fucking from her, might somehow return.