Snatched by Ashley Hind Page A

beautiful itching pain was there again as the plastic closed and squashed the throbbing flesh.
    Leah’s yells were instantly muffled as the woman sat back down and ground into her face while the other nipple was seized and given the same fate. The hurt spread through Leah and made her glow. She thrust her tongue in deep and sucked the swollen pussy lips with passion.
    ‘Bring your knees up and open your legs wide, as if you were giving birth.’
    Leah instantly obeyed, desperate now for her own needs to be attended to. As she pushed her hips up, she felt a cool touch flat against her crotch. Unquestionably it was the tip of the riding crop. She was far too gone for this to scare her and instead her hips continued to rise up as an invitation to the pain. The first impact was a sharp tap direct to the swell of flesh hiding her clitoris. She shrieked with surprise and alarm, but already she was yearning for the next stroke. The same spot was hit again, with more force this time. She jerked and bit her lip as the shock shot up the centre of her body. It was wonderful.
    The woman grabbed Leah behind one knee and brought it further back in order to access the pussy in full. A succession of slaps stung the delicate spread of her lips. The hurt intensified but never outweighed Leah’s exhilaration at having her cunt whipped by a Mistress. She knew her juices were oiling the bum-shaped tip of the crop. She tried to picture how her quim looked as it bounced under the blows. Her pleasure began to outstrip the smarting contact and she was able to resume her tongue-work with renewed vigour. This brought an instant reaction from the woman, who was already gasping with the delight of dishing out her punishment and now began to cry out noisily as she squashed her fat arse into Leah face.
    The punishment was forgotten as Gwendolen threw the crop aside and began frantically rubbing at her own clit. Leah pushed through her own fatigue and lapped and sucked and plunged as furiously as possible. Suddenly her face was being bathed and the woman was shaking on top of her. Leah opened her mouth wide and drank the cream, licking into the flow and feeling it slide down her throat. Her Mistress’s hips jerked back and forth as she came in endless waves. Eventually she sank her full weight down and stayed there as the orgasm faded, threatening to suffocate Leah with her smothering bottom. Eventually the panicked yelps and thrashing legs below brought the woman to her senses and she slowly dismounted and stood on unsteady legs.
    Gwendolen took a while to come out of her daze. She stirred her middle finger around inside her pussy and then brought it up to her mouth to taste her own juices. Leah was desperately hoping that it was her turn now and that she would be rewarded for taking her punishment so well. To her utter disappointment she watched the woman slowly pull her skirt back over her hips and lean over to reclaim the crop from the bed.
    ‘Listen to me now, my pretty,’ she said. ‘For the moment you are still confined to this room, and that includes staying out of the bathroom. If you need to go, you can do it in the soup bowl. I will send up your magazines in a little while and bring your tea up at six. In the meantime you are permitted to do as you wish.’
    Leah nodded her thanks but her spirits were sinking with the knowledge that the woman was about to leave, and she almost broke into tears of frustration as her Mistress duly departed. She unclipped the pegs from her aching nipples and used her own spit to soothe them as the flesh distended. Her eyes were fixed on the carrot lying dormant at the foot of the bed. It was too cruel. She had been given leave to do as she wished by her Mistress, and she was staring at an object that could surely satisfy her yearning needs. Yet there was no quilt to hide under, and the en suite was out of bounds. If she wanted to masturbate it would therefore have to be in full view of the cameras.
    She pulled