by Ashley Hind
Gwendolen reached back with both hands and pulled her buttocks apart to display herself in full. It was the first time Leah had ever seen another woman’s other hole in the flesh, and the hairless clutch of puckered skin looked thrillingly rude. The puffy maroon labia dangled inches above her mouth and demanded sucking as longingly as any man’s cock. She was dying to plunge into the woman and her own thighs jumped apart with pleasure as the magic words were spoken:
‘Now girl, I want you to lick my pussy.’
There were very few sentences spoken in Leah’s life that had invoked a greater response. She was suddenly bathed with adrenalin that raised every hair on her body and threatened to burst through the skin. She clenched the walls of her pussy and jerked her hips upwards to try and sate the electric tingle that flowed from the centre of her sex. Her desire was to sink inside the woman, to press her face between her split and push in as deeply as possible. Just in time she managed restraint, realising that it was not about her own needs on this occasion. Her tongue flicked out and juddered one hanging petal and then the other, and the woman straightened her back and sucked a breath in through her teeth. Leah’s thrill grew with her teasing; grazing the heavy lips and bouncing them on the tip of her tongue while her Mistress panted.
Leah instinctively knew when it was time for more and planted her tongue flat between the labia and lapped with slow strokes, tasting the juices and taking them into her mouth. The woman groaned and set down her weight to encourage deeper penetration and suddenly Leah was smothered by warm flesh as the buttocks spread against her face. It was a wonderful feeling, the warm softness pressed and yielding against her own cheeks, and the rudeness of the tight hole against her nose.
Her mistress was grinding and rotating her hips into her and Leah was elated with the realisation that the experience was every bit as filthy as she had hoped it would be. Her own requirement to breathe was ignored and her nostrils struggled to draw in intermittent snatches of warm air scented with bum and arousal. Just before panic could set in, the hips lifted slightly and Leah was able to fill her lungs.
The woman grasped Leah’s breasts and pinched the hardened points of her nipples. The force was enough to see Leah jerk beneath her Mistress. It was a gradual strengthening of grip, taking her through sating pleasure onto a sudden insistent hot itch - not just in the tortured teat but in her pussy too, like the two were connected by the same nerve. Beyond that came a flash of white pain, fleetingly close to unbearable, when there seemed like there could be no flesh left between thumb and forefinger. Then the release saw a warm rush of blood and that itch again, crying out for more of the same. And more came. Leah could feel her Mistress touching something cold to the skin around her nipple and she anxiously recalled the clothes pegs that had earlier tumbled out of the brown paper bag. She could feel sporadic nips as the woman obviously tried and failed to feed her swollen teat between the jaws of the peg. Then that beautiful itching pain was there again as the plastic closed and squashed the throbbing flesh.
Leah’s yells were instantly muffled as the woman sat back down and ground into her face while the other nipple was seized and given the same fate. The hurt spread through Leah and made her glow. She thrust her tongue in deep and sucked the swollen pussy lips with passion.
‘Bring your knees up and open your legs wide, as if you were giving birth.’
Leah instantly obeyed, desperate now for her own needs to be attended to. As she pushed her hips up, she felt a cool touch flat against her crotch. Unquestionably it was the tip of the riding crop. She was far too gone for this to scare her and instead her hips continued to rise up as an invitation to the pain. The first impact was a sharp tap direct to the swell of flesh hiding her clitoris. She shrieked with surprise and alarm, but already she was yearning for the next stroke. The same spot was hit again, with more force this time. She jerked and bit her lip as the shock shot up the centre of her body. It was wonderful.
The woman grabbed Leah behind one knee and brought it further back in order to access the pussy in full. A succession of slaps stung the delicate spread of her lips. The hurt intensified but never outweighed Leah’s exhilaration at having her cunt whipped by a Mistress. She knew her juices were oiling the bum-shaped tip of the crop. She tried to picture how her quim looked as it bounced under the blows. Her pleasure began to outstrip the smarting contact and she was able to resume her tongue-work with renewed vigour. This brought an instant reaction from the woman, who was already gasping with the delight of dishing out her punishment and now began to cry out noisily as she squashed her fat arse into Leah face.
The punishment was forgotten as Gwendolen threw the crop aside and began frantically rubbing at her own clit. Leah pushed through her own fatigue and lapped and sucked and plunged as furiously as possible. Suddenly her face was being bathed and the woman was shaking on top of her. Leah opened her mouth wide and drank the cream, licking into the flow and feeling it slide down her throat. Her Mistress’s hips jerked back and forth as she came in endless waves. Eventually she sank her full weight down and stayed there as the orgasm faded, threatening to suffocate Leah with her smothering bottom. Eventually the panicked yelps and thrashing legs below brought the woman to her senses and she slowly dismounted and stood on unsteady legs.
Gwendolen took a while to come out of her daze. She stirred her middle finger around inside her pussy and then brought it up to her mouth to taste her own juices. Leah was desperately hoping that it was her turn now and that she would be rewarded for taking her punishment so well. To her utter disappointment she watched the woman slowly pull her skirt back over her hips and lean over to reclaim the crop from the bed.
‘Listen to me now, my pretty,’ she said. ‘For the moment you are still confined to this room, and that includes staying out of the bathroom. If you need to go, you can do it in the soup bowl. I will send up your magazines in a little while and bring your tea up at six. In the meantime you are permitted to do as you wish.’
Leah nodded her thanks but her spirits were sinking with the knowledge that the woman was about to leave, and she almost broke into tears of frustration as her Mistress duly departed. She unclipped the pegs from her aching nipples and used her own spit to soothe them as the flesh distended. Her eyes were fixed on the carrot lying dormant at the foot of the bed. It was too cruel. She had been given leave to do as she wished by her Mistress, and she was staring at an object that could surely satisfy her yearning needs. Yet there was no quilt to hide under, and the en suite was out of bounds. If she wanted to masturbate it would therefore have to be in full view of the cameras.
She pulled on her T-shirt and wandered around aimlessly, hoping that her lusts would abate and spare her more humiliation. In the back of her mind, though, she already knew her decision was inevitable. Her face was covered with the scent of her Mistress’s holes and it was driving her to distraction. All she could think about was that glorious bottom on her face and the incredible sensations of her punishment. She crossed the floor to see in the wardrobe mirror just how red and flustered she looked. There were traces of Gwendolen’s come on her cheeks and chin and she could still taste her with absolute clarity.
The wardrobe was very big indeed, easily big enough to fit inside. Leah felt her face start to crumple at her plight. Was it more degrading to rub yourself off in front of the whole household, or grab a vegetable and hide inside a piece of furniture to go about your business? It would be much harder to do it standing inside the robe but the thought of Huw watching while she frigged herself was mortifying.
Tentatively, she slid the left-hand door to one side and saw the interior halogen light of the robe flick on. It was massive inside but shelved all the way down. She went to the other end and tried that, only to find it also compartmentalised. She slid across the mirror door of the centre section and her heart started to beat faster. It was empty, except for a hanging rail. There was easily enough height clea
rance and plenty of room to fit several people inside. The potential was still filling her mind when she spotted the little black tube in the top corner above her head, pointing downwards into the interior. She focused hard and felt her disappointment drip over her as she spotted the mini lens. Astonishingly, it was another camera.
She came away in tears, hating Gwendolen for leaving her like this. Why would none of them come and fuck her? She went back to the bed and stripped off her top once more. Maybe if they saw her naked they would be unable to resist. Leah was praying for May to see her, to want her so much that she would come and save her from the indignity of having to diddle herself with a carrot. She lay on the bed but couldn’t stop her hands from immediately wandering over her body. She was giving up the ghost when she heard more footsteps outside her room.
The door partially opened and a slender hand came through the gap and carelessly threw a stack of magazines untidily across the floor. The door shut and the footsteps receded. Two minutes later they returned, filling Leah with fresh hope. The door opened as before but this time a stack of books was carefully placed on the floor and pushed into the room. She knew for certain that while April had made the first delivery, it was definitely now May hidden behind the door. Leah’s chest was thumping as she silently begged the girl to come in and take her now. She had never wanted anyone more in her whole life. Please come, her heart was screaming, I need you to come to me. But the door clicked shut and the chance had gone.
With tears now rolling down her face she leant forward and grabbed the carrot. Her mind was full of the younger twin and Gwendolen’s backside. She had tasted her first pussy and now she wanted more; she wanted May’s. She yelled as the vegetable sank unhindered into the depths of her pussy and squelched her juices onto her hand. She masturbated wantonly, glad of the cameras, hoping that May was watching and wishing that the girl could also see inside her head. Leah pictured the young twin coming into the room to find her wanking. She would strip off her clothes and sit her peachy little bum down onto her face. Leah could imagine how tight she would be, how delicious she would taste, how sweet she would smell. She would lick her, make her come harder than ever before, and make her love her. Then Mistress Gwen would come in and spank both their bums red, and confine them to their room, together.
Her orgasm was huge, so much so that her hands could not go through with it. The carrot was held all the way inside her and she clutched and squeezed her clitoris as she arched up off the bed. It wracked her body and left her utterly exhausted. When she awoke disorientated and confused, the quilt was covering her, and Gwendolen, now in jeans and jumper, was swapping the lunch tray for another one bearing more food and drink. The woman turned to her and smiled, for probably the first time since she had been taken.
‘Don’t let your tea go cold,’ she said. ‘Your punishment is over now. You can use the bathroom as before.’
Leah was too groggy to answer and the memories of her afternoon’s depraved display were creeping back. Gwendolen obviously saw the distress on her captive’s face and did something very out of character: she leant forward and kissed her on the forehead.
‘Don’t worry, my lovely,’ she said, ‘your husband is coming tomorrow. Perhaps if you’re lucky, you might even be going home.’
Five
Leah was awoken the following morning by April who, in contrast to the previous afternoon, seemed entirely disinterested in meting out any abuse, allowing the captive to hurry through her ablutions unmolested. Leah had spent her evening engrossed in May’s book, reading into the early hours about the swashbuckling heroine Celeste and her adventures against the backdrop of what seemed like a cross between Amazonian jungle and the Caribbean islands of the seventeenth century. Her exploits pitted her against the tyrannical Madame Silhouette, a buccaneering rich-bitch full of malevolence and lust. The tale unfolded into a love story, with the heroine falling for young Bridget, the beautiful and unwilling servant of the villainous woman pirate.
Leah read with growing excitement, her free hand gently playing between her legs as the authoress threw off her shackles and warmed to the task of depicting the wonderful tenderness and yearning of that forbidden kind of love. At one point Celeste was captured and tied naked to a mast and forced to endure a taste of the cat. With all the crew watching, Madam S. lashed her captive’s bare breasts and belly, then dropped to her knees and feasted with unrelenting vigour on the ‘split fruit’ before her. Celeste was unable to resist the sensations, and to her enduring shame she was defeated, squirting her orgasm in a gushing jet all over her tormentor’s face and chest.
It was at that point that Leah was also compelled to come, teasing a hurried orgasm from her beckoning sex before diving straight back into the book. The parallels were unquestionable and she was finding greater significance with every chapter, with almost every paragraph. If she were Celeste and Gwendolen the cruel Madame Silhouette, then May was clearly Bridget, the delicate beauty suffering her own kind of bondage and forced to act against her will. Most tantalisingly of all was the certain knowledge, without even finishing the book, that eventually Celeste would free Bridget and they would be together at last. She knew it was bound to happen and, even better, so would May.
Leah was taken down to a breakfast consisting of bacon sandwiches and hot tea. She ate alone, guarded by April, who chaperoned her silently whilst examining her fingernails with bored distraction. The clock on the wall showed it to be just before ten, which was much later than she had been awoken yesterday and explained the absence of the others, who were presumably already well into their morning’s work.
Leah spotted her handbag, still there on the side and quite possibly still housing her mobile phone. She weighed up her chances of secretly retrieving it, and even of making a break for it now. Then she pictured the elder twin’s response if she were discovered, and the near psychotic and undoubtedly quasi-sexual assault that would follow on thwarting the escape attempt. A warning shiver ran down her spine. She quietly finished her sandwich and then looked across to her nemesis to await further instructions.
She was made to wash and dry up her breakfast things, quite unnecessarily considering the dishwasher that sat just to the side of the sink, and was then taken to the back door and instructed to put her shoes on. She selected the trainers that May had leant, rather than the wellingtons which had just added to her feeling of ridiculous humiliation during her previous day’s visit to the kennels. They stepped into the morning warmth and crossed the courtyard to the stables. To Leah’s delight May was inside, busily grooming one of the ponies, and although she allowed herself a brief glimpse of the new arrival, she quickly turned back to her work, obviously mindful of her sister’s overbearing presence. Leah was stationed by the entrance to her former sleeping quarters whilst April dragged over the ball and chain and secured it to her captive’s ankle.
‘Now then, Little Miss Wanky,’ she said slyly, leaving Leah in no doubt that her escapades with the carrot had indeed been witnessed, ‘stay there and don’t make a sound, or I will make you clean the floor with your tongue.’
The twins busied themselves with their various horsey tasks, grooming and preparing their mounts for a ride. From her position at the opposite end of the stable, Leah couldn’t really see what was going on, but she could hear the girls in conversation. As ever, it was April who dominated proceedings, although every now and then Leah could pick out May’s softer, succinct tones. Occasionally they would join together in a whisper, followed by giggling; rare moments of sisterly solidarity that reminded Leah that they were, after all, identical twins. For the main part though, it was the elder sister filling the silence, chatting away as if to supply a constant reminder of her own dominance and importance in all proceedings.
The talk was of the hunt. April clearly thought she was a bit of a whizz when it came to steeplechasing and delighted in her reminiscences of galloping brazenly through
various farmer’s fields and hedges in pursuit of an unnamed quarry, though Leah strongly suspected it was four-legged and brush-tailed. From what she could gather, their hunts were not about red jackets and tally-ho’s, more about a collection of farmers and farm-hands working to eradicate a menace, and having lots of cruel fun into the bargain. Leah strained her ears to pick up the tale about how last week a chap called Bryn had been flirting with April all the way around the chase. Back at the village, apparently, she had said something suggestive that had given him a very visible stiffy in his breeches, much to his shame and the delight of his taunting mates. May tutted and called April a prick-tease, to which her sister’s reaction was typically snide.
‘Just because you fancy his sister,’ she spat.
May told her twin to get lost, but it was a hollow denial that at once frizzed Leah’s belly but stung her with jealousy too. She could picture the scene, April holding court, teasing the boys and trying to make their pricks grow big, while unnoticed in the background, May shot glances and shy smiles to Bryn’s lucky sister. Leah couldn’t stop herself from visualising the girls together, and even through the blurry images and her biting envy she could see the luscious tenderness of their coupling, the soft bodies and the hard orgasms.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the twins clopped their mounts out into the courtyard and she pulled her ball and chain behind her to afford herself a better view from the stable door. The girls went to the nearest paddock, where a couple of low-lying jumps had been set out. They trotted gently around the field as a warm-up before urging the horses into more strenuous activity. It didn’t take long for Leah to become spellbound. It was a combination of their bodies in harmony with the animals, their immersion in the task and the sheer beauty of their movements.