Free Snatched by Ashley Hind

involuntarily. She was helped off the floor and told to go back to the car while the Mistress took the large sack and went into the kennel, presumably to deliver food, judging by the increased yelps from the hounds. Leah felt numb. Was it actually possible that you could be abducted and never found? The surrealism of her situation vanished, to be replaced by stark reality. Her husband was being asked to buy her out of slavery at a price that he could never afford and which would almost certainly lead to theft and thus his own imprisonment. The possibility of emancipation was evaporating before her eyes, and Leah suddenly knew that the woman now climbing into the car, with a whip in her hand and a mind full of cruel desires, had absolutely no intention of ever setting her free.

Four
    Leah was glad that the farmhouse was empty and no one was there to see her returned in shame by her Mistress. She was led immediately upstairs to her bedroom. Gwendolen stripped the bed of its quilt, obviously to reduce the padding, since the captive was then told to kneel on the bed on all fours and stay in that position until a suitable punishment had been determined. For added humiliation her knickers were pulled down to mid-thigh, so that her bottom was barely covered by her T-shirt.
    ‘Don’t you dare get off your knees,’ the Mistress said. ‘I will be watching you and it will give me the greatest pleasure to double your penalty if you fail to comply.’
    Leah was fully aware that the cameras were trained on her backside and as soon as she heard her captor leave and the door click shut, she reached back to pull her top as far down over her thighs as she could. She wondered who would be monitoring her moves and desperately hoped it was only May, grabbing surreptitious glances and secretly rueing her generosity in supplying longer tops to cover the captive’s modesty. However, each time she sought comfort in these thoughts they were mercilessly pushed aside by fearful images of Huw, slowly stroking his massive erection and patiently waiting for his wife to let her guard down and allow him the opportunity to force his way into his prisoner’s tightness and roughly take his pleasure.
    It proved to be a difficult morning that pushed Leah to the limits of her endurance. She attempted to concentrate on the fact that Thomas was coming the following day and may even save her. Just to see him would be a huge comfort, although she felt queasy at the thought of him being led into a trap that could easily see him imprisoned. She wondered if she would have a chance to warn him, to let him know he would have to tell the police and leave her to take her chances for his sake. She knew he would never heed the advice. He would certainly take whatever came to him if it meant even the slightest hope of her safety.
    Such thoughts provided little solace and were sporadic, constantly interrupted by the residual pain of the stripe across her buttocks from that morning, and the certain knowledge that at that very moment further punishment was being devised. Her knees and back were aching and every time she rested on her elbows to bring an element of relief her top rose up, forcing her to hastily resume her former position and cover herself again. A handful of occasions she was on the verge of relenting only to find a new reserve of stamina. Oddly, a couple of times this happened she realised it wasn’t just to spare her the pain of greater chastisement, it was out of determination not to fail her Mistress, a thought that sent a pulse of excitement shooting to her sex.
    After interminable hours she heard footsteps in the corridor and her bedroom door swung open. She was almost thankful that her punishment had finally been decided but she still closed her eyes and prayed that the new arrival turned out to be the one sympathetic soul. There was only a one-in-four chance and with retribution already promised, she knew the odds were stacked against her.
    ‘Hello,