Free Snatched by Ashley Hind Page A

bitch.’
    The cheery maliciousness was unmistakeably April’s. Leah’s heart sank to her stomach. She heard the clang of pottery and metal and opened her eyes to view the tray that the girl had placed on the bedside cabinet. On it was a huge steaming tureen with protruding ladle, plus a smaller bowl, a couple of hunks of white bread and a spoon. There was an accompanying bottle of spring water and a tall glass that caught the sun rays from the window so that a corona sparkled at the rim. April moved away and as Leah felt her climb onto the bed behind her she caught the scent of sweet perfume mixed with hay and animal sweat.
    She heard the unmistakeable swish of clothes being pulled down and a sigh of satisfaction as her own top was peeled away to expose her bottom. Her hips were gripped tightly and drawn slowly backwards by the girl. She felt the prickle of stubble against her skin and then the contact of a little mound of yielding softness followed by a hot wet kiss as a bare cunt was glued to the flesh of her bum. The lips spread and smeared Leah’s buttock with slick juices as the girl ground against her.
    ‘Tut, tut,’ April mocked. ‘Who’s been a naughty girl? I asked Auntie Gwen if I could pour that scalding soup right into your dirty hole but she wouldn’t let me. She says she doesn’t want you spoiled before your husband has a chance to pay. She’s got other plans for you, though, so don’t think you’re going to get away with it.’
    Leah felt the girl’s hand slide down over her crotch and she cried out as her clitoris was pinched hard between forefinger and thumb, making it swell instantly and throb against the pressure. The other hand splayed out at the small of her back, with the thumb pushed into the cleft of her buttocks so that it rested against the open dampness of her anus.
    ‘She told me what you did down at the kennels. She said that you were actually begging her to let the dogs free so that they could get to your bum. That doesn’t surprise me one bit - I bet a bitch like you dreams of things like that all the time, even if you are a lesbo.’
    Leah was sobbing with the injustice of the filthy words and the shameful spasms of delight as the girl squeezed and rubbed at her beating clit. She felt the girl’s thumb increase its pressure on her tight hole and she tensed herself for the delicious entry, but it never came. April’s erratic rage spilled over again and Leah took two spitefully harsh slaps to the buttocks before a mouthful of spit was sent spattering onto her back and she was pushed forward onto the bed.
    ‘Eat your soup, you doggie-fucking dyke, before I use it to give you an enema!’
    April’s face was screwed up and her eyes flashed with intimidating rage, but her hand was between her thrust-out thighs and she rubbed herself with seemingly uncontrollable urgency before finally managing to pull her hand away. The girl was bubbling with ire and Leah nervously pulled her top down to cover herself against the threat of another explosion. April was forming fists and practically snarling as she glared at her prey and tried to determine how best to next assault her. In the end her panting chest eased and her mouth stretched wide into her cruellest smile as she said with glee:
    ‘You just wait until Auntie Gwen gets you. I hope she makes you sleep in horse shit, you filthy cunt-loving tart!’
    With that, April bounced off the bed and, still with her leggings at mid-thigh, she turned to make her exit. She was still emanating a low guttural, animal moan and as she strode to the door her right hand came back, clapping against her buttocks as her middle finger thrust wantonly into the tight cleft in search of a hole. Before leaving she momentarily stopped, clinging onto the door with her free hand, her arse pushed out and waggling as she frigged herself from the rear. The adrenalin was still buzzing through Leah for a long time after the girl’s departure and her soup was only tepid