P I Honeytrap (6 page)

‘Thank you for pointing out my flaws to everyone, Paolo.’ Hayley gave him a mock-withering look.

The intensity of the work they did made her crew a real team.

‘What have we got, Hayley?’ Marty enquired.

Hayley considered Marty a valuable colleague, one she was glad to have on her side in many tricky situations. ‘Our client –’

‘Mrs Donald Friar.’

‘Thank you, Alice. Our client, Mrs Donald Friar, is a pretty straight-laced sort of woman. Married to Donald, 53, for nearly 25 years. From my conversations with her, I’d figure she’s not into anything one might think of as kinky sex.’ For some reason, the phrase made her think of Reuben and her in the sauna that morning. Except that wasn’t remotely kinky. So she had to stop thinking about it. About him. She continued. ‘We’ve observed Don Friar in several locations and they all point to one thing.’

‘Dominant or submissive sex.’ Alice seemed to enjoy providing the missing details before anyone else could, this evening. ‘And bondage.’

‘Thank you again, Alice. Is this a field of expertise?’ They all laughed as Alice’s face grew pink. ‘I’ve spoken to Mrs Friar about the possibility, but she simply won’t believe it of Donald.’

It was Paolo’s turn to join the dots. ‘So you’re going to have to get him in the act, so to speak. And I’ll film it.’

‘You needn’t sound so happy about the situation, Paolo. I’m the one who gets shafted every time.’

Everyone grew silent for a moment and looked at each other. Hayley threw her hands up over her face, breaking the tension, and they all burst out laughing.

‘Your sympathy has been noted,’ Hayley quipped.

‘So which are you hoping for, boss?’ Paolo teased. ‘Dominant or submissive?’

‘I have no strong preferences. I’ll take whatever’s thrown at me.’ That had them all laughing again. It was a night to laugh away troubles. ‘Everyone know their job?’

They nodded, so Hayley went out back to get changed. She wanted to cover a hint of both persuasions in her manner of costume – dominant and submissive – but tonight was mostly about location.

Paolo drove the van to the Blue Booty Club, a renowned meeting place for BDSM players and where, as she entered, Hayley could immediately see Don Friar, dressed like a booted lord of the manor. Submissive it was, then.

She drew a studded leather collar out of her handbag which matched her existing leather cuffs, and fixed it snugly around her neck. She sought out a dark corner, near to where Don was standing, surveying the scenery.

If she just wandered about for a bit, in Don’s wake, she figured she could find out the sort of stuff that interested him most, while Alice and Marty filmed covertly. Hayley acknowledged her own fascination. She was intrigued by the things going on around her and could understand why a masculine guy like Don might be compelled to attend one of the club nights, even when he had a wife waiting at home. The sights she witnessed made her hot and horny.

Something less pleasant niggled in the back of her mind.

Don moved towards a group surrounding some activity in one dark corner. A young woman was being shackled to a wooden frame by a half-naked beast of a man. He was stripped to the waist, wearing black leather trousers and boots, his face obscured by a leather mask reminding Hayley of the executioners in medieval movies.

The woman struggled ineffectually against the restraints she’d been placed in by her powerful captor and pleaded with him to release her, not to hurt her. He laughed callously at her distress. It was a well performed theatrical. Hayley had seen real fear before, and knew this was an act for the titillation of the crowd. She glanced across at her target. Don was only one of a number of spectators who were thoroughly entranced, lost in the fantasy of the helpless woman’s domination.

The executioner grasped the woman’s white, flowing gown at the neckline and ripped it mercilessly down her back. She was naked beneath, exposed to the audience. His ruthless act made her cry for mercy and clemency. Undaunted, the villain picked up a flogger. He trailed it in deliberate torment across her back and over the swell of her buttocks.

A silence of voyeuristic anticipation fell on the crowd. All waited for the first blow to be struck, as if replacing themselves mentally in the role of cruel master or errant submissive, awaiting punishment. Hayley couldn’t help imagining herself shackled to the rack, stretched limb from limb, expecting the inevitable torture. She grew more excited.

The whooshing sound of leather fronds flew through the air and Hayley flinched as they fell, while the victim bucked against their sting. Hayley clenched her buttocks and her teeth. No matter that this was consensual, the whipping was truly taking place and the girl experienced the power of the executioner’s hand delivering pain. Hayley felt the sensual stimulation. Her nipples tightened.

She held her breath as the muscular arm retreated once more, drawing the flogger back beyond a powerful shoulder until it flowed in a second graceful arc, ending in the crack of harsh leather against soft skin. The girl’s buttocks soon revealed livid marks where the whip struck and she writhed against its sting, her expression a reflection of both anguish and pleasure.

Hayley pressed her thighs together, aware of the dampness growing between them.

The executioner stepped closer and caressed the woman’s reddened flesh with his leather-gloved hands, soothing away the hurt he had joyfully inflicted. Hayley heard the harsh breath of the aroused spectators beside her. She grew aware that her own breathing matched theirs and was fascinated by the number of women who enjoyed the vicarious experience of submission to a ruthless male. It dawned on her she was one of them.

‘Who will come and feel the maiden’s hot, punished flesh?’ The executioner interrupted her thoughts, pointing his flogger around the crowd.

Two men stepped forward. The executioner held one back with his whip hand while he nodded for the other to move in and caress the woman’s naked body. Hayley noted he was protecting her as well as punishing her.

The volunteer’s hand slid eagerly over her hot bottom and she whimpered as if too sore to be touched. ‘Save me sir,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ll be a good girl and won’t allow a wicked man to touch my body again, sir, if only you’ll save me from the lash.’

The participant was gently pulled away by the executioner. ‘This sinful woman must learn the error of her wanton ways. The sentence will be carried out in full.’

He reached up and turned the restraining frame on its pivot until the woman was facing the small crowd who had gathered. Her white robes, torn apart at the back, still hung from her body, covering her in front. The executioner lifted her hem at one side and handed it to a man watching from that position. He handed another part of the garment’s folds to a spectator behind him on the other side, then theatrically pulled a small blade from his leather belt. Raising the woman’s hem, he cut a nick in the fabric and indicated to the two men to rip the garment from her body.

A tearing sound ensued as the robe was pulled in opposite directions, leaving the woman naked before them all. Her voluptuous figure was silently appreciated by the transfixed crowd.

‘Stand back,’ the executioner demanded. ‘The wench must suffer the lash to atone for the sins of her flesh.’

Hayley knew there were plentiful sins of the flesh being committed around her as paired couples caressed and fondled each other’s bodies in the sexual excitement created by the spectacle. Stimulated herself, she turned and glanced across at Don. He caught her eye for a moment, then turned back to watch the performance.

First contact.

Again the executioner wielded his lash. He struck firmly across the woman’s full breasts, then allowed the leather fronds to descend more gently and curl between her thighs. She wriggled sinuously under their kiss. Her face flushed and she gasped air between parted lips. Her skin was pink and glowing, her pussy fully shaven.

‘The wanton wench enjoys it,’ the executioner roared. ‘Who will stand witness to her shame?’

He pointed his whip again at the crowd and invited a woman to feel her nipples and declare how erect and tight they were.

One, dressed in a latex corset, stepped up. She clearly enjoyed her participation in the event, encouraged vocally by her female partner. She slid her fingers across the captive’s breasts, running the turgid peaks between her fingers. Taking finger and thumb, she rolled and twisted the captive’s nipples firmly, making her groan.

‘How say you on her state of arousal, mistress?’ the executioner demanded.

‘I’d say she felt extremely sexy to me. Hard as hazelnuts they are. Sorry, honey.’ She stepped back into her own lover’s embrace, inviting the same treatment.

The executioner took his time feeling the evidence for himself. He cupped his large, leather-covered hands over her breasts, fondling from behind, giving the audience a clear view of his act of stimulation and the erotic effects they wrought on his captive’s features. ‘I say she speaks aright. This whore has not accepted punishment for her disgrace. She has enjoyed it. But perhaps we must seek further evidence of her arousal. How may I tell if this woman is truly aroused?’

It was corny, but having the right effect. Audience participation was a given.

‘Feel her.’

‘Put your fingers in her pussy.’

‘I’ll soon tell you.’

The maiden appeared shocked, if not shamed. ‘No, sir. Truly. Do not lay hands upon me.’

‘Is she maidenly? Or is she covering up the truth of her errant ways?’ The executioner appealed to the witnesses.

‘It’s a cover-up.’

‘She wants it. Look at her.’

‘I’ll fuck her and find out.’

Indeed, to Hayley, the actress was clearly enjoying her role. No one could act up such a flush of desire, such dilated pupils. She felt her own face warm, her own body tingle.

‘You, sir, must do your duty.’ The executioner invited a man to step forward and give his considered opinion.

The chosen male didn’t hesitate. He rubbed his hand across her naked pussy and pressed his fingers between the folds of her flesh. They rubbed slowly back and forth across her clit and she moaned gently in encouragement.

‘How say you, sir? Is the wench wanton?’

‘Wet and willing.’ He held up his fingers to display the fluids he had gathered.

‘The evidence must be without fault. I need a good citizen to penetrate her guard. Is her cavern yawning and needful? Step forward; do not be shy.’

He selected another excitedly erect participant who stood in close and finger-fucked the tied-up victim. She parted her legs and tilted her pelvis to accommodate him. It was clear she was very aroused by now and willing to orgasm for the crowd. The executioner removed the man with a dramatic flourish.

Hayley felt her own pelvis rocking minutely. She wanted fingers to soothe her own growing need.

‘Enough. It requires the ultimate trial.’ He paused for dramatic effect. ‘I call for trial by vibrator.’

The crowd released their tension in laughter as he brought forth a most un-medieval weapon. He raised the large, black object and held it before the crowd. Turning, he stepped behind the restrained woman and reached in front of her to part her labia with his fingertips. All eyes were riveted upon her sex.

He called for two men to pinch her nipples, and two obliged, standing on either side so as not to obscure the view the crowd had waited for. Their efforts made the woman twist beneath their hands alone. Her breathing was heavily aroused.

Hayley moistened her dry lips. Her nipples brushed across her clothing and if it wasn’t for the crowd around her, her fingers would have been inside her panties by now.

The executioner flicked on the switch, the crowd falling utterly silent once more. The buzz changed in pitch as he placed the vibrator against his captive’s clit for a few seconds. She whined aloud in pleasure. He placed it near the entrance to her vagina, allowing her to ride the sensations beneath her. Her skin was flushed vividly, indicating her high state of arousal.

‘She is no maiden; she is a whore,’ he announced. ‘Witness her pleasure in such wanton acts.’

The crowd complied.

He pressed the vibrator a short way inside her vagina and she yelped pitifully until he withdrew it. He repeated the operation several times, allowing her moans to intensify each time, before delaying her gratification with a further tormenting withdrawal. The sounds she emitted now were of real need. Her hips bucked and she begged her master to allow her to come, as he plunged it fully inside her then withdrew totally once more.

He indicated for the men at her nipples to stand back as he retrieved his flogger. He gave the submissive several smart stings to the nipples and pussy until Hayley could tell she had started to come slowly and spasm strongly within. Her features contorted and she wailed a high-pitched, animal cry.

The executioner stepped back so the crowd could enjoy the slow burn of her now unaided orgasm which she committed to body and soul.

Hayley would hardly have believed it if she had not been there. This sort of public spectacle was a first for her. She felt so wanton at enjoying the erotic vision, and was certain everybody there, Don included, felt the same way. Now she could understand the attraction. Hayley’s pussy creamed in excitement, her nipples stood tightly erect.

The executioner unstrapped the exhausted maiden even before she had fully completed. He threw her over his shoulder in a final flourish as the last of her orgasmic throes subsided.

‘She is off to her execution. The lash will not suffice. The only salvation for such a godless exhibition of her womanly flesh is death.’

Hayley reckoned they all deserved to join the woman, in that case. With an effort of will, she disregarded her own charged state.

The actors exited to thunderous applause and cheers. The cheeky wanton lifted her head and winked at the crowd as she departed, raising further appreciation and a resounding slap on the rump from her executioner.

Hayley felt aroused and needy. She hoped tonight would lead to some smoking sex, and focused her mind back on her target. Don wasn’t a bad-looking guy for his age. In fact, there was something appealing in having sex with an older guy. Don would definitely have experience of women’s bodies and he was clearly prepared to indulge in the kinkier side of sexual activity. His body would likely react well to the firmness of her youth. It could prove to be a fun night, as long as he wasn’t into real pain. She somehow had her doubts. Her instincts were good on this one.