Ashley Hind - Snatched

Title Page

SNATCHED

by

Ashley Hind

Publisher Information

Snatched

published in 2014 by House of Erotica

an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

www.houseoferoticabooks.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publishers prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright Ashley Hind 2014

The right of Ashley Hind has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Intro

It was hard to say when she first knew, or at least suspected. Perhaps right from that initial, unfamiliar feel of metal at her wrists, or the cool on her wet, hotly desperate puss as her underwear first came down. Fortunately, she had the instinct to simply absorb it all as her new reality and question nothing - especially nothing that her new Mistress and Master did or said - because something in her told her that, as long as she might live, such body-quaking, mind enlivening scintillation might never be felt again. She just sensed, why ever it was happening to her of all people, that these might well be the most gloriously, guiltlessly filthy few days that she would ever know.

And they were.

One

Leah was standing in the drinks aisle when she saw the unmistakeable figure. Her knees turned instantly to jelly. It was undoubtedly Miss Pierce. Even with her back turned the stature was absolutely recognisable. The jet black hair was drawn as ever into a pony tail that hung right down her back and reached beyond the leather belt that held her waist so tightly. The narrow skirt clung to the curve of her behind and stopped three inches above her knees, giving a tantalising glimpse of black fishnet stockings. Then the boots started, in shiny patent leather to match her belt, clinging closely to the legs all the way down to the spiked heels.

The woman turned and very slowly swept the shop with her gaze, looking for a potential victim. Her eyes were dark, the arch of her brows thin and defined. Her face was cut by blusher to accentuate the high cheekbones. Her lips were painted with a gloss of red, so dark it was almost purple. Leahs gaze fell to the jut of the womans breasts within the tight black jumper. They were perfect; slightly pointed and uplifted despite their weight, like a busty mannequin. Leahs drying mouth was at sharp odds with the gathering wetness between her thighs as her mind filled with the thought of Miss Pierces bare breasts. They would be soft and heavy, peaked with long dark nipples, exquisite orbs that any slave would give anything to touch, let alone suck.

Leah dragged her guilty vision away from the womans chest and saw that the sweeping gaze was coming towards her. She tried to look away but she couldnt. All she had to do was simply turn and continue to tidy the shelves, but her stomach was fizzing and her body was frozen, and it was already too late. Miss Pierces eyes continued on their relentless path and then stopped and locked on Leahs. The woman broke into a satisfied sneer at having located her target. She raised her hand and beckoned the victim to her with one finger. Leahs muscles defrosted and she found herself being inexorably propelled towards the woman, drawn in like a fish on a line until she was standing, cowering, before her. Miss Pierces smile grew broader, friendly even.

Im glad its you, she said.

Every week she came shopping, and why she couldnt pack her own trolley was anyones guess, but she didnt. Instead she picked one of the female assistants to push it around and load it with items as requested, and then unload it all again at the checkout before dismissing them with barely discernible thanks. Leah had done more than her fair share of these tasks. Perhaps, thrillingly, this was because the woman sought her out. More likely it was simply because she found it so difficult to avoid her. Although the task was demeaning the woman somehow compelled her, so that she felt not just obligated but strangely thankful for the opportunity to do her bidding.

How the woman conveyed such magnetism was a mystery. Leah was sure that any other shopper who had the bare-faced cheek to make such demands would be told with anatomical precision exactly where they could stick their request. But any other shopper did not have her poise. They did not have the perfection of her appearance or the same intoxicating perfume. They certainly did not have the delicious curves that threatened to burst from such tight restraints. Any other shopper did not instil in Leah the dark delight of wanting to serve them completely. She was utterly disarming. In her presence Leah found herself unable to do anything, other than that which Miss Pierce commanded.

Can I help you, madam? As Leah spoke, her voice faltered as if the breath was being forced from her lungs.

Yes. I was having someone over to my house this evening but unfortunately illness has prevented it. I want you to come in their place. I trust you are available?

Leahs eyes were saucer-wide as she struggled to process the womans words and cope with the excitement of the invitation. Eventually she was able to stammer some kind of answer in the affirmative.

Good. I need twenty things and I want you to choose them. If not, I shall have to. You will need that.

The woman pointed towards an abandoned trolley and then turned on her heels and set off towards the drinks aisle, leaving a flustered Leah to grab the trolley and follow in her wake. Halfway up the aisle Miss Pierce stopped and spread her hands wide.

Any suggestions? she said.

Leah was still breathlessly trying to make sense of it all and could only scan the shelves with clueless vacancy.

Erm, wine? White wi

Champagne, I think, the woman cut in, pointing to a bottle of Veuve Cliquot before marching off again. Leah grabbed the champers and trailed after the goddess in black, who had now moved to the next section and was holding up two jars for inspection.

Honey or chocolate spread?

Leahs heart felt like it was going to leap from her chest. She didnt know what she was meant to be doing but the jars suggested pudding ingredients or, dare she think it, breakfast condiments. She could hardly hope to believe that this woman was going to invite her to stay the night. Miss Pierce didnt wait for Leahs reply.

Runny honey, I think, she said, as its your first time.

She was off again down the next aisle, the sight of that skirt stretching over the round bottom within making the hot itch between Leahs thighs ever more insistent. She stopped next in the kitchen section, this time holding up a long plastic spoon and a spatula and raising her eyebrows questioningly. Leah could only shake her head and shrug. The woman tutted and handed her the spoon.

You arent very good at this, are you? she said. And we shall definitely need that .

Leah grabbed the specified plastic funnel and made off after the woman as she disappeared around the corner, heading for the far end of the store. She caught up with her as she halted to peruse the vegetables, again looking around enquiringly at Leah.

Well? I believe I said I wanted you to choose.

But madam, I dont know what Im choosing for. I dont know what you like, or what you want to cook, or

What are you talking about? Did I not make myself perfectly clear?

Leah fumbled blankly for an answer, trying to recall their earlier words. In the silence the woman moved gently forward, and for one heart-stopping moment Leah thought she was going to be embraced. She could smell the womans sweet scent. They were so close now their breasts were almost touching, just inches apart, and as the woman leant further in Leah felt them brush together and the heat emanate through her clothes. This was it. Miss Pierce was going to kiss her. Her lips parted as they neared the target but suddenly veered off, moving instead over the side of the face so that Leah could feel the breath on her cheek. Then came the hot, tingling whisper in her ear.