Free Snatched by Ashley Hind Page B

by the time she felt calm enough to eat.
    April’s sexual mania was simply scary. When coupled with the apparently unrelenting harshness of the Mistress, it promised a tumultuous existence for anyone on the receiving end. Leah wondered how long she could survive this intimidating way of life if she wasn’t to be saved. Her body would surely be unable to withstand the kind of pernicious attacks they seemed desperate to unleash. The cruelty and degradation was unimaginable, and yet her pussy flowed freely at the thought. It didn’t just trickle; it gushed and dampened the sheet as images of the woman with her whip, and April, possessed with sexual fury, set about the erogenous zones of her unprotected body.
    With her food finished, Leah was now unsure of what to do next, and whether she should assume her former position on the bed. She had certainly eked out her meal in an effort to stave off the time when she would have to get back onto her aching knees, hoping that it would not be seen as a deliberate and punishable attempt to postpone the execution of the Mistress’s order. She heard footsteps outside her room again, heavier than before, and before she had entered, Leah had guessed it would be Gwendolen. She hadn’t guessed that she would be sporting the uniform of a dominatrice.
    The spike-heeled boots were thigh-length and shining in black PVC. Her bare thighs were fleshy but firm and nicely tanned, and pushed together by the tightness of her black leather mini-skirt, which was held together at each side by a criss-cross of cord that allowed the bulge of leg to come through to reveal an absence of underwear. Her black underbust corset was front-laced and gave her a sculpted figure, whilst leaving her heavy round breasts free from any restraint. They were not entirely naked. Two strips of black tape were stuck over each nipple in a cross, the brown areolae visible where the strips did not intersect.
    Her make-up was dark and heavily applied, with black on her lips and purple on her cheeks and over her eyes. Her costume was completed by a silver and diamante tiara, and fingerless, elbow-length gloves in shining latex. In one hand she held a black novelty riding crop, with a flat tip in the shape of an upturned heart - or a shapely female bottom, perhaps. In the other she grasped a brown paper grocery bag, which she upended so that the contents spilled onto the bed: two plastic pegs, a pear, a banana, and a thick carrot of some nine or ten inches in length, blunt-tipped and ready peeled. The woman stood and examined her quarry, allowing her appearance to take its full effect.
    ‘You have done well so far and earned yourself some leniency,’ she said, ‘but you should remember that I demand instant obedience at all times. Take off your top for me.’
    Leah’s response was almost mechanical and her shirt was coming over her head before she had properly digested Gwendolen’s words or the significance of the items from the brown bag that lay on the bed. Her near-nudity left her vulnerable but her little pink nipples belied her trepidation and stuck out at the Mistress as they filled with blood.
    The order to remove her knickers was obeyed with only a moment’s hesitation but once she was naked and her body came under the close scrutiny of the woman, a shiver of dread swept across her skin. There was simply no telling what fate awaited her or whether she could withstand the demands made upon her. If she could have looked deep in to her mind though, she would have found that her biggest fear was that once more she would not be allowed to come.
    Gwendolen was drinking in the view of her bare victim and lust began to glaze her eyes. Both hands went to her outer thighs and moved up, slowly dragging her tight skirt with them. It was a teasing display, with the olive skinned legs coming on show inch by inch. Leah expected a tan line to appear at any second but it never did, and suddenly she was staring wide-eyed at the dark