Snatched by Ashley Hind Read Free Book Online

forward hoping for contact at her crotch. But the face merely pressed further into her cleavage, before resurfacing with a wide lusty smile spread across it.
    ‘I love the taste of Uncle Huw’s spunk!’ The girl declared, leaning forward to lap up any dirty remnants from Leah’s chin. Then a wet, open-mouthed kiss had been planted before Leah could react, and a salty tongue was invading and swirling and making her share the tang of the farmer’s spurts. April finally came up for air and stood, unashamedly rubbing between her legs once more and declaring that she needed to come. Her face was glistening wet. Her eyes were wild and the teeth barred. She seemed scarily insatiable, capable of anything, but just like that Leah was then forgotten and the older twin simply turned and left, just as Huw had done, without so much as a backward glance. There was that same void, though; an emptiness that Leah couldn’t help but feel an urge to have filled, unaccountably more pressing than the relief of having escaped a far worse ravishing.
    She lay awake for ages, refusing to touch herself to thoughts of her earlier violation, although her pussy seemed to be demanding it. She couldn’t work out what it was that made it erotic rather than just petrifying. Maybe it was the sheer size of the man’s erection and the potential to have it thrust inside her. Perhaps it was having a female lapping at her chest and squeezing her behind, or even just having another girl kiss her for the first time ever. Quite possibly it was the excitement of being drawn into such an apparently illicit episode, what with the dirty girl only half his age and him supposed to be her guardian; a surrogate uncle. Whatever it was, she would not allow herself to give into it, knowing that to relent would be to betray her very being.
    The outside temperature had dropped further and any heat emanating from the animals was lost in the high rafters. She curled up inside her sleeping bag but as she felt herself start to shiver she knew her chances of drifting off were minimal. Once the cold set in, it would be impossible to sleep through it, regardless of her fatigue. Her ears pricked up at any sound and she listened fearfully as things scratched and scurried outside the stable. Her stomach flipped as she heard the distant noise of the door, and she knew that someone had left the farmhouse.
    She prayed they would not come to her. She prayed it was not Huw, back this time to salve his lusts unhindered. His balls would be harder to unload a second time and that meant prolonged, unthinkable agony under his thrusts. Her first prayer went unanswered and the door to the stable at the far end creaked open. She heard no one, the tension so unbearable she wanted to drag her ball forward and peer around to see who had entered, but she found her muscles unwilling to move. She decided if it was him, she would yell out and suffer his attempts at silence, hoping that Gwendolen would come to her aid.
    The long shadow of the visitor cast onto the floor outside her stall and revealed a bulky form approaching. Her chest was heaving so hard she didn’t know if she would indeed be able to call out, rendered as mute and impotent as she had been that morning. She scrunched her eyes closed and hid her face, a juvenile trick to make the danger disappear. It was no good though, and her instincts to confront the threat made her re-emerge and open her eyes. Standing over her, opening out a thick woollen blanket, was May, in her pyjamas. It was a wonderful sight and Leah felt her stomach flooding with butterflies.
    She wanted the girl to cuddle her and share the exhilarating relief, but as she opened her mouth to speak, May put her finger to her own lips in a sign for silence. She placed the blanket over Leah and tucked it around to make sure all parts were covered, the release from the cold instantly apparent. Leah smiled at her at mouthed her thanks. Before she left, May reached forward and