Snatched (9 page)

She was taken into the kitchen, where April stood by the large oak table, a sly grin plastered to her face. Only when Leah was nearly at the table herself did she see him, as previously he had been obscured by the large timber upright he was currently embracing. His wrists were cuffed and he was blindfolded, but as she let out a sobbing cry into her plastic gag, Thomas instantly knew it was her and called out her name. Leah was propped against the table facing him while Gwendolen went over and uncovered his eyes.

‘Don’t either of you speak,’ she said, ‘we’ve no time for idle pleasantries now.’

The couple looked longingly at each other and nodded to signify that they were OK, and he even managed a weak smile of encouragement, which she couldn’t quite manage to return.

‘Well then, my pretty,’ said Gwendolen, ‘I guess you are glad to see your husband, although you might not be so pleased when I tell you that he has failed you. He has not brought enough money, you see, and that means we are going to punish you.’

‘Leah, I’m sorry, they - ’

‘Don’t you dare talk, bastard,’ snarled the woman, cutting him dead. ‘Your big mouth has just earned her a little extra pain. Speak one more word and I will gladly double her hurt.’

His mouth clamped shut and Leah began to tremble at the talk of her impending punishment. Gwendolen took her arm and turned her, and with the aid of April and a chair seat, assisted her in clambering onto the table. She was positioned on all fours, forced to rest on her arms because of the handcuffs, so that her bottom was automatically pushed further out in her husband’s direction. Her shirt was then pulled up to reveal her full, white knickers, a sight that caused April to let out a little sigh of appreciation.

‘Now then girl,’ said the woman, ‘you are to look at him while you receive your smacks. I want him to see every trace of pain on your face, since it’s him that’s caused it. If you turn away, even slightly, I will give you extra.’

She obeyed, pressing her cheek flat against her forearm so that she could see him, although her attention was immediately drawn to movement by the doorway behind him. Resting back against the wall in the corner, with her hands clasped behind her like a chastened child, was May. She was biting her bottom lip nervously and her head was bowed. Leah could still make out a rosy flush to her cheeks, which may have been the result of the horse riding, or stress, or maybe even her soaring excitement. Whatever the cause she stayed mute, her eyes burning with their dark intensity as she lifted her head and met the victim’s gaze.

‘See to her knickers please, April,’ said the woman, and Leah felt them being eagerly pulled down, leaving her more embarrassed under her husband’s stare than she had been since their first days together. Gwendolen was lightly running her fingertips over the skin of her buttocks, causing the hairs to stand on end.

‘It’s a lovely little botty isn’t it?’ she said. ‘All fat and pink like a piglet’s arse, don’t you think? I wonder what it will look like when it’s bright red.’

She crossed over to the other timber upright and took off a long black paddle that had been hanging from a nail by a little loop at the end of its handle. She gleefully paraded the instrument of torture around the kitchen for all to see.

‘Before we start,’ she continued, ‘there is the small matter of Mr Big Mouth and the extra punishment he has earned for our pretty hostage. Normally, as she’s got such a nice piglet’s arse, I’d say we should take her out to the sty and let her feel what it’s like to have a big fat hog inside her. Sadly, my Huw’s taken them all off to market and so we don’t have one to hand. I do, however, have the next best thing.’

With a big smile on her face she strode across the room, opened the fridge door and removed a plate from the middle shelf. On it sat two thick sausages, similar to the ones Leah had eaten at breakfast the day before. One was selected and carried upright between finger and thumb towards Leah and her exposed backside. Leah jerked as Gwendolen’s fingers stroked down her slit and then pushed their way between her clinging lips and into the warmth of her pussy. She was surprised and ashamed to realise that she was already wet and able to accommodate the invading digits, and she sucked in her breath as they were stirred around inside her to spread her moistness.

Gwendolen held Leah’s pussy open and then paused for effect before rubbing the tip of the sausage against her vulva and slowly feeding it inside. The fat meat filled her and although her lips stuck to the transparent skin, the pressure from the woman was enough to ease it inside. Leah was compelled to moan, with humiliation and pleasure, as it was forced beyond her resistance and into her completely, her now slick labia closing behind, hiding it like a terrible secret. Her husband was staring goggle-eyed and behind her Gwendolen was uttering a throaty chuckle.

‘I think she likes it, don’t you? I actually think she is enjoying being filled by a big fat piggy’s cock. Perhaps we better spank her before she gets too carried away.’

Gwendolen positioned herself on Leah’s blind side, to avoid masking Thomas’s view. The paddle was pressed against the victim’s bottom and the woman moved her wrist back and forth in little rapid jerks, never removing the instrument from its contact with the skin, just bouncing the soft tissue of the buttock and gently increasing her pressure. As the weight of her bounces grew her arm started to move too and eventually clear air showed between the paddle and its target and her contact evolved into a series of light taps, just enough to sensitise the skin and bring goose bumps to the surface. Then abruptly she stopped, pressed the paddle as hard into Leah’s left buttock as possible and then drew her arm back about a foot, poised to strike. She waited, turning with a smile to Thomas, making sure she had his undivided attention.

The first smack hit Leah plumb in the centre of her left butt cheek. The paddle head spread the impact and the weight of the blow was not great, but it still hurt and sent a shock of first cold and then hot tingling pain through her bottom, causing her body to jerk forward and her pussy to contract against its filling of sausage meat.

‘That is my favourite sound,’ said Gwendolen. ‘The slap of a girls arse as I hit it, mixed with her cries of protest. It’s beautiful, don’t you think? It’s probably the thing that turns me on most in the world and, do you know, the louder it gets, the more it makes me want to come.’

It was a very thinly veiled warning of what was to follow. The second blow landed on the right cheek to equalise the reddening skin, but mercifully was no harder than the first. Leah moaned again and sucked in her breath at the impact. The blows were tolerable, even verging on pleasurable, but what worried her most was the disproportionate amount of harm they transmitted with such little back lift. Should her Mistress begin to really bring her arm through - and she surely would - then the pain would reach unimaginable and intolerable levels.

The woman for the while seemed content to maintain her light strikes, covering each square inch of the bottom and even the backs of the thighs. Leah, even through her discomfort, could see the skill of the Mistress. The blows were intentionally not too heavy. The point was to increase the sensitivity of the skin, to make it warm and frizz on the surface and not to dull the nerves, to make her bottom more vulnerable to greater agonies when they inevitably came. It was a thought that chilled her, although she could feel that her arousal, with involuntary contradiction, had managed to force past the plugging sausage and was beginning to leach out into the open and wet her pussy lips.

Gwendolen ceased her beating and strutted around the room to view her handiwork and gauge Thomas’s reaction. Leah took the opportunity to snatch a glance at May, who had moved a little closer and was standing with her hands gripping the edge of the breakfast bar. Her face was still flushed and her bottom lip continued to be chewed, while a frown clouded her expression. She looked flustered and distressed and, although Leah was the one taking the pain, she had a gripping urge to run over and comfort the younger twin.

‘Girls, I think our Mr Big Mouth is actually enjoying watching his wife getting her arse thrashed! I reckon he short-changed us on purpose just so he could watch. Well? Do you like to see your wife in pain? Let’s see shall we?’

Gwendolen handed the paddle to April and strode over to Thomas, tugging immediately at his belt to loosen it before unfastening his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles. She paused briefly to raise her eyebrows and smile at Leah and then, with the tip of her tongue poking out to the side and curling up against her top lip, she pulled down his underpants.

His cock still hung down but was definitely more engorged than normal and twitched under her scrutiny. Gwendolen gave a little murmur of appreciation and ran her fingertips up his length. He tried to protest but she hushed him instantly. She stood close to him and brought her middle finger up to her mouth and provocatively sucked it, finally releasing it to display its wetness to him. Leah watched in tentative silence as the woman dropped to her knees in front of Thomas and eyed his cock with a knowing smile. Her hand ran slowly up the back of his thigh, and then suddenly his eyes popped open and he let loose an expletive.

‘Stay quiet,’ snapped Gwendolen, ‘or the Little Piggy gets a rolling pin up her.’

Thomas’s chest swelled as he tensed and filled his lungs with air, his eyes staying wide as the woman fiddled around behind him. Leah had never given her husband any such treatment but she knew for sure from his expression that Gwendolen’s finger had wormed its way into his back passage. She saw the tendons flexing in the woman’s arm and could visualise the digit stirring around inside him as it tunnelled its way upwards towards his sensitive gland. Gwendolen emitted a short cry of triumph as his penis suddenly began to swell and lift.

Thomas cast his wife a contrite look as if to suggest his reaction was involuntary, but his cock continued to lengthen and rear its head regardless. As it rose up, Gwendolen opened her mouth to receive him. He gasped and swore as she took him in and sank down onto his shaft, sucking him with vigour that stretched her lips against his now fully rigid muscle and coated it thickly with spit. She gobbled like a porn star, her whole head bobbing with her plunging action and her throat gurgling her excitement. She came off him, leaving a thick thread of saliva strung between the tip of his penis and her bottom lip, and turned to view her other victim.

‘April, continue with the spanking, please,’ she said.

The ominous words sent a wave of panic through Leah. Having a harsh but skilled Mistress deliver a beating was one thing, but to have this unhinged sadist let loose on her was another matter entirely. Her trepidation was not misplaced. The first blow was excruciating and sent white flashes of pain behind her eyes. She screamed into her gag and kept on yelling as more heavy and indiscriminate strikes landed. The hurt was immediately unbearable, her bottom seeming to swell and burst into raging flames as the paddle whacked against her.

There was no escaping the blows, she looked in desperation towards her kneeling Mistress but there would be no mediation from her - she was far too busy taking Thomas noisily to the back of her throat, or pumping at his glistening shaft with a tightly closed fist whilst sucking his balls and all the time fingering his arse. April was laughing with glee at the dancing red bottom of her shrieking victim. Many of her blows landed squarely across the tuck of Leah’s buttocks and made contact with her swelling outer labia. This was exacerbated because Leah was completely spent and defeated and had collapsed her belly down onto the table so that, inexplicably, her bottom was as thrust out and open as it could be.

With each blow that landed her pussy walls clenched at the sausage and even threatened to expel it, but each new slap just seemed to send it back up inside her, and she had to endure this mini-fucking as the spanking continued unabated. She could feel the sticky dampness pouring down her thighs and for a second she thought it must be blood pouring from her burst bottom. Indeed she wished it
was
blood - anything to detract from the indignity of the truth; that it was without question her overflowing excitement.

Just as it all became too much, as she teetered on the edge of fainting away, something broke over her. It might have started in her head or in her buttocks, she was too far gone to tell, but it spread over her body in a shivering glow. It felt somehow thick and unctuous, as if warm treacle was being poured over her, although it was far more electric than that. The closest thing she had felt to it were the times when she had come home on a freezing day, cold to the very core, and plunged into a steaming hot bath and blissfully awoken every single nerve-ending in her body. But it was double that, treble that; it was almost beyond orgasm. Each strike now was nearly immaterial, barely perceptible contacts like little nibbles to further titillate her effervescent skin. She opened her bleary eyes to watch her husband, his head flung back and his eyes screwed shut as he was taken towards his own release by the Mistress.

Gwendolen gave a loud moan of delight as his come spattered her throat and tongue, and she continued to suck hungrily despite his efforts to pull away, the pleasure obviously becoming too great for him to bear. Only when he began to soften did she stop her frantic wanking and take him out of her mouth, licking her lips hungrily to make sure any stray drips of seed were consumed. Through her near-delirium, Leah watched him collapse head bowed against the timber beam and she realised that her own punishment had also finally abated.

Her final contractions had forced the sausage down her slippery passage and she knew it was lewdly poking out of her pussy. She tensed her muscles and pushed, heaving with the effort until finally she was able to expel the thick meat lozenge and hear it splat on the table below. She didn’t baulk at April’s mutterings of disgust. She was past caring now. She should be feeling utter horror at the humiliation and pain of her beating. She should have been shocked and hurt beyond measure at having to watch her husband getting his cock sucked and his spunk so greedily consumed, but she wasn’t. All she could feel was the sensation of basking in the afterglow of an orgasm stronger than any she could remember. She opened her eyes and looked for May, but the younger girl had already gone.