Free Captives of Cheyner Close by Adriana Arden

began to rub the duster over the tabletop.
    Hilary and Rachel grinned at each other and then at Gail, who was kneeling on the floor of the small conservatory that had been built onto the back of their house. Gail looked from one to the other of them with apprehension contorting her pretty features.
    She had thick dark shoulder-length wavy hair which framed a heart-shaped face that still retained a certain childish aspect. Her eyes were dark as were her strongly marked brows. Her upper lip was sensuously uplifted and slightly rolled back. Girlishly slender legs and a narrow waist contrasted with wide hips, framing a dark pubic triangle, and prominent breasts standing out with melon-like firmness. These were capped by large areolae, shaded around their circumference, with small nipple domes in their centres.
    ‘Don’t worry, dear,’ Hilary said. ‘We’re not going to take you to bed for a lesbian threesome. We’ll save that for another day. This morning we’re going to break you in gently. Well, fairly gently.’ Her face grew darker as she gestured at their surroundings. ‘Remember the filthy words your gang painted all over this place a few months ago? Do you know how long it took us just to scrape down the glass? We’re still finding flakes of paint in the corners. Well, today you’re going to give the windows another cleaning.’
    ‘But we thought simply rubbing a cloth over a few panes of glass was too easy, so we’ve make it a bit more of a challenge,’ Rachel added.
    They drew Gail to her feet and ushered her out through the double doors. A garden table and chairs were set out on the small patio that flanked the conservatory. On the table was a plastic pressure bottle of the sort used for spraying plants, fitted with a length of green tubing and a spring trigger-activated nozzle. Taped vertically to the crosspiece of the bottle’s pump handle was a small plastic roll-on deodorant container, with a conical cap which glistened with vaseline. Also laid out on the table was a camera, cleaning cloths, a reel of garden wire, a pack of thick rubber bands and, oddly, a pair of nutcrackers.
    Before Gail could take it all in, Hilary clasped her breasts in both hands, kneading and squeezing the heavy globes. ‘Lovely boobs you’ve got,’ Hilary said, bending and kissing their bulging upper slopes. ‘We’re going to have fun with them when it’s our turn to have you for the night. But today we’re putting them to work.’
    Handling Gail gently but firmly between them, they wrapped the cloths over her breasts and secured them in place with several rubber bands each, making her mammaries bulge into even more melon-like forms as their roots were squeezed ever tighter. Gail whimpered at this painful manipulation of her flesh but Hilary and Rachel just stroked and petted her and continued with their task.
    The jaws of the nutcrackers were closed about the nozzle trigger of the spray head and held in place with another rubber band. More bands were looped about the handles, pulling them together until only a small amount of extra pressure was needed to activate the spray.
    ‘Spread your legs,’ Hilary commanded. Closing her eyes, Gail obeyed.
    Hilary rubbed her hand up and down Gail’s furrow, then slipped first one, then two and three fingers into her vagina, gently teasing the elastic tunnel wider. When she withdrew her hand it was coated with a glistening exudation. Hilary sniffed her fingers then held them out for Rachel, who inhaled the intimate scent they bore with a smile.
    ‘Nobody who smells this nice could be really bad,’ Hilary told Gail. ‘Why on earth did you get mixed up with Tara’s gang?’
    Gail could only shake her head helplessly.
    Hilary slid the ends of the nutcrackers up into Gail, whose eyes went wide as she felt the strange object penetrate her, until only the spray nozzle was visible, jutting upwards from Gail’s cleft like a small metal penis. With garden wire they bound it in place,