Snatched by Ashley Hind Page B

on her T-shirt and wandered around aimlessly, hoping that her lusts would abate and spare her more humiliation. In the back of her mind, though, she already knew her decision was inevitable. Her face was covered with the scent of her Mistress’s holes and it was driving her to distraction. All she could think about was that glorious bottom on her face and the incredible sensations of her punishment. She crossed the floor to see in the wardrobe mirror just how red and flustered she looked. There were traces of Gwendolen’s come on her cheeks and chin and she could still taste her with absolute clarity.
    The wardrobe was very big indeed, easily big enough to fit inside. Leah felt her face start to crumple at her plight. Was it more degrading to rub yourself off in front of the whole household, or grab a vegetable and hide inside a piece of furniture to go about your business? It would be much harder to do it standing inside the robe but the thought of Huw watching while she frigged herself was mortifying.
    Tentatively, she slid the left-hand door to one side and saw the interior halogen light of the robe flick on. It was massive inside but shelved all the way down. She went to the other end and tried that, only to find it also compartmentalised. She slid across the mirror door of the centre section and her heart started to beat faster. It was empty, except for a hanging rail. There was easily enough height clearance and plenty of room to fit several people inside. The potential was still filling her mind when she spotted the little black tube in the top corner above her head, pointing downwards into the interior. She focused hard and felt her disappointment drip over her as she spotted the mini lens. Astonishingly, it was another camera.
    She came away in tears, hating Gwendolen for leaving her like this. Why would none of them come and fuck her? She went back to the bed and stripped off her top once more. Maybe if they saw her naked they would be unable to resist. Leah was praying for May to see her, to want her so much that she would come and save her from the indignity of having to diddle herself with a carrot. She lay on the bed but couldn’t stop her hands from immediately wandering over her body. She was giving up the ghost when she heard more footsteps outside her room.
    The door partially opened and a slender hand came through the gap and carelessly threw a stack of magazines untidily across the floor. The door shut and the footsteps receded. Two minutes later they returned, filling Leah with fresh hope. The door opened as before but this time a stack of books was carefully placed on the floor and pushed into the room. She knew for certain that while April had made the first delivery, it was definitely now May hidden behind the door. Leah’s chest was thumping as she silently begged the girl to come in and take her now. She had never wanted anyone more in her whole life. Please come , her heart was screaming, I need you to come to me. But the door clicked shut and the chance had gone.
    With tears now rolling down her face she leant forward and grabbed the carrot. Her mind was full of the younger twin and Gwendolen’s backside. She had tasted her first pussy and now she wanted more; she wanted May’s. She yelled as the vegetable sank unhindered into the depths of her pussy and squelched her juices onto her hand. She masturbated wantonly, glad of the cameras, hoping that May was watching and wishing that the girl could also see inside her head. Leah pictured the young twin coming into the room to find her wanking. She would strip off her clothes and sit her peachy little bum down onto her face. Leah could imagine how tight she would be, how delicious she would taste, how sweet she would smell. She would lick her, make her come harder than ever before, and make her love her. Then Mistress Gwen would come in and spank both their bums red, and confine them to their room, together.
    Her orgasm was huge, so much so that