Snatched by Ashley Hind

girl. Fortunately the warmth began to come through and settled at a pleasant temperature. Leah was handed a sponge and told to use the shampoo and shower gel from the stand in the corner. She quickly lathered up under the constant belittling gaze of the girl, hurriedly removing the mess from her chest and trying not to look like she was in any way seeking to stimulate her still erect nipples.
    April unceremoniously pulled down her leggings and knickers and sat down on the toilet seat, springing up immediately and pulling back the shower curtain to make sure that Leah was still visible before taking her seat again. With her legs wide so that her pussy was on view, she began to pee, ordering Leah in no uncertain terms to watch her. The girl was biting her lip and grinding against the loo seat as the urine sprayed, smiling in that lascivious way of hers as Leah continued to soap her chest clean. Before the stream had even abated, the nasty captor had her hand down between her spread thighs and was rubbing at herself there whilst calling Leah dirty names.
    ‘Let me watch you clean your filthy cunt out, you slut!’ she snarled.
    The vulgarity shocked Leah into immediate action, her absolute need to obey at least masking the guilt at her desire to get her hands down to where the throb was quickly becoming too insistent to ignore. Humility still meant she was unable to do any more than sponge tentatively at her soft mound, but she knew she wasn’t far from losing her head in her mounting excitement. Her voyeur had no such reticence, plunging two fingers inside her wet sex and noisily frigging herself, lifting her hips and thrusting them forward so that she could be better seen, pulling out the slickened digits at intervals to suck off all those slick juices. Leah watched, almost desperate to be ordered to copy her captor, the sponge still pressed chastely into her crotch but nowhere near enough to give her body what it was crying out for.
    ‘Spread yourself for me,’ came the next gruff instruction, with April flush-cheeked and looking manic again. ‘Use your fingers to hold your filthy cunt open so I can see.’
    Leah could feel the shame burning her cheeks but still she dropped the sponge immediately, thankful at the chance to touch herself, however rude she would look in doing it. She pressed the fleshy heal of her thumb to the throb and then used her first two fingers to ease herself apart. The stream of water ran down, tickling and teasing inside the petal lips of her labia now stretched and exposed. Her knees weakened but it was still nowhere near what she needed, and cruel April was bucking against fingers knuckle deep to show Leah exactly what she was missing.
    ‘Spray the shower up your cunt,’ April commanded. Leah didn’t care how desperate she looked in obeying so quickly. She barely cared to ensure she didn’t drench the whole room as she unhitched the shower head from its housing and pointed it between her legs. She spread herself as wide as she could and moved her thumb away, to leave her aching clit exposed. The hot fizz made her gasp. It was almost painful, so sensitive did she feel there. The spray went inside, tingling within her. She was well versed in this method of stimulation but she knew that it wouldn’t be enough on its own to bring her to a finish. Other things would be needed, and in that she was in her captor’s hands.
    April seemed to be measuring her finish. Her eyes were half closed and her fingers jammed deep, no doubt working feverishly inside. Her chest was rising and falling with heavy, rapid breaths and Leah began to sense that a finish was coming to rob her of the chance for one of her own.
    ‘Pee for me,’ the girl hissed through barred teeth.
    The humiliation might have made Leah dry up but her bladder was aching and any measure of relief was to be welcomed; anything to protract this moment was to be welcomed. Trembling, she dipped her knees and pushed her hips further into the