by Ashley Hind
April’s words were still swarming all over Leah’s brain and her pussy did indeed treacherously tingle at the thought of masturbation, buoyed by the thrilling thoughts of May’s chastened existence and the image of her on her knees, her bum already spanked red, while the Mistress came behind her and guided her dildo towards the virgin hole. However, it felt like a terrible betrayal to give in and perform for her lover’s sister, and she found herself mumbling her refusals and pulling the quilt closer.
‘I think you better had,’ said April. ‘Huw is mending the fence up by the fort and he doesn’t know that Gwennie has gone to the village and isn’t here to protect you. He really does want your bum, you know. He would be down here in minutes if I told him, and by coincidence the fort is the one place around here that you can actually get a signal on your phone. Shall I ring him?’
The nasty twin already knew the answer and was lifting the corner of the quilt up, smiling down at Leah’s crumpling face and the reluctant but inevitable loosening of her grip on the covers. The quilt was thrown aside leaving Leah trying to cover her modesty with her hands and arms. Her legs were unceremoniously pulled apart and April came up between them like a prowling panther before raising herself up onto her knees to look triumphantly down upon her quarry.
‘Do it,’ the girl said, ‘or I will ring him.’
Leah felt shaky but still obeyed. Hesitantly she rubbed at her clit and let out a sobbing sigh at its disloyal and immediate response to her touch. It was hard to perform under such close scrutiny but she still had a rush of pride when April, clearly turned on by the performance, slipped down her leggings and underwear and proceeded to play with herself. It was a cycle that Leah couldn’t break; her naughtiness had got the girl frigging and the sight of that made her own efforts more frantic. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and she knew she was close to losing any control. Her tormentor was not so unrestrained, ceasing her actions where Leah could not, flashing a smile of sly contentment at the power she could so easily wield. Leah continued, even through her shame, even as the girl put her hands on the bed and very gently lowered herself down.
There was no weight laid upon Leah, though. The only contact was at her breasts, where the girl’s nipples had grown just enough to reach down and brush the points at the centre of her own flattened swells. She felt a light touch at the back of her hand, which was still resolutely lodged between her thighs and working away at her pussy. The touch there started like a little kiss, warm and slightly wet. As her busy knuckles increased their tempo until they were rapidly rising and falling and knocking at the girl’s hot entrance, more dampness was coaxed out and smeared over her skin. The contact was not enough to arrest Leah’s movement, but it was just enough to have her knuckles bump the girl’s clit over and over, so that she was effectively wanking them both off at the same time.
Just above her the girl was panting but still smiling, presumably at her own cruel ingenuity.
‘I know you want her because she has such a lovely little arse,’ she taunted. ‘Sometimes even I have to play with myself when I watch Gwennie giving her a good spanking. You won’t ever have her though. I will decide who fucks her and who doesn’t, and that someone is going to have a big, fat cock. My little sister is going to learn very soon that she is not some dirty lezzer and that all she needs is a nice big prick inside her. I’ve told her that it will only take one mouthful of delicious spunk to cure her.’
Leah was trying to stop her increasingly manic action, but neither her hand nor her pussy would allow it. Worse still, the harder the teasing words made her play with herself, the more her tormentor would feel the benefits at her own wet sex. April had lowered her face even closer now, so that Leah could feel the sharp gusts of breath on her lips. Their gazes were locked and they were very nearly kissing. No matter how much Leah willed it, the girl still would not yield control.
‘She’s very stubborn, though,’ the taunting continued. ‘One time, I caught her stealing money from Gwen’s purse and I said I would tell on her unless she did whatever I wanted. We rode over to Sankey’s stables and I got two of the lads there to get their pricks out for us to suck. She wouldn’t do it, even though she knew she would get a right thrashing from Gwennie. They had nice cocks, too. In the end, I had to do them both myself. They had absolutely gallons of spunk, and they made me swallow it too. Fortunately, Gwen absolutely went to town on May’s arse. She couldn’t walk for two days! It really made me come watching it.’
Leah really wanted to come too, and she knew April could feel it. The hips were dropped just a fraction so that the sodden pussy was pressing and parting against the back of her hand, forcing her fingers to work harder to keep up the rate. A teasing tongue was snaking out over her open, wet lips. It was an electric-tingle touch that brought her to the edge. The pretty face of her tormentor then slowly came down and she was kissed, full and deep. The softness of the lips and the invasion of the tongue were too much for Leah and she came, moaning into April’s mouth. The girl was holding her, continuing the kisses and letting her body tremble beneath her. Then very gently, as the pleasure was still coursing through her body, the full weight was lowered onto her so that their stiff-nippled breasts were crushed together and her hand was flattened between their bare crotches.
She was still panting for breath as April pushed herself back up onto her knees. It was too soon. Leah wanted closeness, regardless of the animosity April had always showed her. It was not to be granted. The elder twin closed her eyes and spread her knees, which in turn forced Leah’s thighs wider apart. She then began to masturbate her already wet pussy. Leah did not know if the girl took pleasure from her presence or was now oblivious to it. She watched in silent awe as April wanked wantonly, gasping and swearing, her hips thrust forward and her fingers turning to a blur as they rubbed at her clit. She was a girl possessed. Her other hand had gone behind her to sneak a few fingers into her pussy from the rear and as she started to buck and come she pulled them out, leaning forward and pushing them between Leah’s startled lips to make her suck them clean.
It took a few more panting breaths for the climax to shudder through her and pass, then her eyes were open again and full of the usual contempt. She pulled her knickers and leggings back up and climbed over Leah’s legs to stand at the side of the bed.
‘You are a disgusting little wanker,’ she said, ‘and you’ll never have my sister. I’ll make sure of that.’
Leah half expected to be slapped or spat on, such was the distaste evident on April’s face, but this time the girl restrained herself and simply left the room. It seemed that whatever threats, fear, physical or mental pain, even sexual satisfaction Leah incurred, she was not going to be free from her perpetual state of arousal. Even though she was still shaking from her own climax, she found her pussy asking for more before April had even left the room. It was not just because of the way the elder twin belittled and intimidated her, or lost herself in sexual frenzy when she masturbated, it was equally because of the images of May she had conjured. The thought of the young girl and a big-bummed local girl masturbating for each other was difficult to shift, and Leah would have given anything to have been the one to have walked in and discovered them. She could picture May’s face, flushed and intent as she watched her collaborator, her delicate fingers working quickly on her lovely, neat pussy and wishing she had the nerve to reach out and touch her partner, and finally feel what she had been longing for. May was clearly dying to love and be loved, and her innocence made her even more desirable.
Leah was reminded of her own early years of lusting fruitlessly after other girls, and the agony of days when her pulse raced and her heart resonated love in waves that bounced harmlessly off obstacles before they could reach their target. In her case the obstacles were her own late development and lack of confidence, in May’s case it was her own family. It seemed desperately sad that this beautiful girl was watching her
passions drip away because of her own sister’s bizarre and hypocritical behaviour, but at the same time her imposed chastity was deeply alluring. True, May must have witnessed many sexual acts and according to April was technically not a virgin, if the stories of Gwendolen and her dildo were to be believed. Nonetheless, the exhilarating possibility remained that Leah might just be the first person that May had ever actually made love to.
Leah was left alone throughout the morning to bask in the belief that she and May were now actually lovers. If April’s spiteful words about keeping her sister away had come yesterday, Leah would have been crushed. But May had found a way to come to her, and surely would again. What was also becoming clear was that May was as much a prisoner as Leah. She might not wear the ball and chain but her life was not in her own hands. She was a slave to her Mistress and perhaps more so of her sadistic sibling, who seemed to spend her days veering in and out of sanity.
Leah’s future remained unclear but she knew that somehow May had to figure in it. If she was to be rescued then she must ensure that she extricated her lover from the wreckage. If she wasn’t to be saved then they would spend the next years equally trapped, but at least they would be trapped together. Her heart beat faster at the idea of their future clandestine meetings and stolen kisses, her lover’s naked body slipping beside her in the pitch blackness for a secret hour, or maybe even a whole night. They would have to develop an unspoken language to convey their love, knowing that one tiny slip could be fatal. They would have to endure watching each other being spanked or worse, and be incapable of intervention. But it would all be worth it for those precious minutes when they were alone, when with just one longing look, Leah would take her chance and pull her knickers down, rubbing herself to a powerful orgasm as she felt her lover’s innocent fingers pushing up into her bum. They would learn to make love to each other for long hours, and to make each other come in seconds.
Leah’s climax had all morning staved off the indignity of another public session of masturbation, but her fingers were once again being drawn inexorably between her legs when they were thwarted by the sound of distant voices and creaking stairs, followed by heavy steps in the corridor. If it was May, then she was not out there alone, although any chance of seeing her would still be heart-soaring. The door was unlocked and swung half open. Deposited into the room with a little push was Caroline, and then the door was closed and locked once more behind her.
She was wearing the standard knickers and T-shirt prisoner uniform of the farm. Her top was short and finished only a couple of inches below the waist of her thong panties, so that the rise over her pubis was visible. Slightly turned as she was, a good portion of her bum cheek was also peeking out. It still carried the marks of her spanking. She looked a little dishevelled but Leah felt her face breaking into a smile at the sight of her companion and the knowledge that she was at least still relatively safe and well. Once the disorientated Caroline had also realised who it was bouncing across the mattress and coming towards her, they embraced warmly in the middle of the room, and then Leah led her back over to the bed.
The new arrival was still too sore to sit, so they lay side by side on the bed and talked. It transpired that after Caroline was taken away the previous night she had been dumped, close to fainting, in the stable. Sometime later on she had received a further visit from Gwendolen and the twins, although May had slipped out early and left her sister on a mission to collect some horse’s piss, gleefully telling her new prisoner that she was going to drench her in it. The elder twin took a bucket from stall to stall in her efforts but the horses were uncooperative and failed to understand and respond to her exasperated and very un-Doolittle-esque demands that the “hoofy fuckers” relieve themselves for her. In the end April gave up and threw the bucket aside, but still effervescing with sexual aggression, she dragged Caroline onto her knees and started biting her buttocks hard, sinking her teeth into the already pummelled tissue.
Even this was not enough and she proceeded to push her fingers into her victim’s exhausted and indefensible bottom, until three digits had been crammed into the poor girl’s stretched rectum. When the fingers were removed, April ordered Caroline to turn and suck them clean, one by one, whilst the tormentor cursed her and spat in her face. Gwendolen, with tights already ripped apart to display her snatch in all its fleshy glory, was not put off by such manic actions. She stepped in and demanded her pussy be licked, pushing Caroline’s head roughly into her crotch and holding it there while she was lapped. Gwendolen was impervious to her new captive’s fatigue and rubbed her soaking fanny all over her face as she was being sucked out.
Although relating an apparent indignity, Leah could see her companion’s eyes spark with the memory of the meaty lips covering her face with their running juices, and the delight of having the big pulsing clit in her mouth. When Caroline lowered her gaze and explained that she was compelled to continue until the woman had come, Leah felt a sudden burst of envy that she was not able to take her Mistress to the same outcome and that her licking had been cut short and the caning instigated instead. She had to remind herself that Gwendolen’s decision to pay the late visit to Caroline and not to her was a good thing, and without it, she would not have had her chance with May.
Caroline described how at some point whilst Gwendolen was taking her pleasure her husband arrived to watch. Once the Mistress was sated she departed, leaving Huw and April alone with the fatigued prisoner. His cock was unleashed and wiped around the captive’s face until it hardened, and then her breasts were spat upon by the niece and her cleavage used for fucking. Eventually April, tired of having her hands on soft tits and not on hard cock, had grabbed the farmer’s shaft and tossed him, simultaneously pulling Caroline’s head down so that she could make her take him into her mouth. After being emptied earlier into Caroline’s backside, Huw’s balls had taken their time to refill and were jealously holding on to their new cargo, forcing her to endure an age of sucking and licking, and having her jaw forced painfully open by the solid length in her mouth. April apparently never lost her enthusiasm, issuing low moans of excitement as her hand pumped along his shaft so that her hand bounced against Caroline’s lips.
When finally he was ready, Caroline had prepared to receive the deluge into her throat, only to have April pull him from her mouth and hold her head steady while he plastered her face, shooting hard spurts onto her cheeks and chin. As Huw’s cock had flagged, so had Caroline, falling back with exhaustion. Even then April was not quite ready to let her be, straddling her, sitting her bottom down and rubbing it into her, so that the farmer’s spunk was smeared equally all over face and bum. Caroline did not recall them leaving but mercifully from that point she had been left unmolested, and had seen no one until they came for her that day, some fifteen minutes hence.
Leah related the tale of her own punishment and Caroline moved closer and stroked her arm in sympathy. It was comforting to have her there, although Leah couldn’t quite remove the background feeling that her companion was a rival as well as an ally, and she remained tight-lipped about May’s subsequent visit to her bedroom while, as it happened, Caroline was in the stables facing more abuse. Leah remembered April’s comment from the previous night about the fat slave girl from the village, and her abilities to take a good spanking. This attribute certainly seemed to be shared by Caroline and she was certainly well-upholstered and therefore better suited for heavier punishment than Leah, although why she resented this was not so apparent. However, she did curse herself for keeping her weight down in the past months and wondered if she would always be second favourite when the punishments were being dished out. Try as she might, Leah couldn’t figure out why a part of her was welcoming the cruel attention that caused her such torment.
They lay and chatted for a while, even managing to be cheery, taking strength from their shared dilemma. Caroline was clearly enjoying their close proximity and the comforting caresses she was bestow
ing. At one point, when she shifted a bit nearer, Leah thought the girl was going to kiss her and she jolted with panic, not knowing how to stop the girl or even how to stop herself. Fortunately, Caroline diffused the moment by climbing off the bed to go to the toilet, although she kept the door open and sat down in full view of Leah, giving her a little shrug and a smile at the sound of her gush hitting the bowl below. Leah’s attention was suddenly jerked away by the noise of the bedroom door opening, and the sight of May slipping into the room with a finger pressed against her wide smile to indicate silence as she tip-toed up to the bed.
‘I’ve only got a few minutes but I had to see you, I need to make you...’
The younger twin’s voiced tailed off as she caught sight and sound of Caroline on the toilet.
‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, her face falling and her brow returning to its familiar furrowed state.
‘Your sister brought me,’ Caroline replied. ‘She says I’m staying in here from now on.’
Leah watched May deflate. At that moment it all became clear. April had moved Caroline in on purpose, either to deflect Leah’s attention away from May and onto someone more accessible or simply to keep her and May from being alone. April had promised to keep them apart and it was heart-breaking to see May’s look of defeat. Leah wanted to hold her and nothing was going to stop that, especially not April.
‘Caroline’ she said, ‘will you let us have a minute?’
The girl sat looking a little incredulous, wondering where she was meant to go to afford them some privacy, but in the end she pushed the door to, so that she was at least out of sight. Leah turned to May and looked at her earnestly.
‘I need you now,’ she said. ‘I need you to do what you were going to do to me.’