The Honey Trap

By Michael J Freeman

Chapters

1.Honey

2.Setting the Trap

3.Finding a Rich Man

4.The Meeting

5. Bad News for Terry

6.Terry Gets Mad

7.Christmas Eve

8.The Treatment Room

9.Christmas Day

10.News of the Screws

11.Terry’s Big Payoff

12.The Raid

13.Rohypnol

14.Malice and Aforethought

Honey

Chapter 1

Terry Coles examined his craggy face in the bathroom mirror as he shaved. He was at forty getting deep nasal lines, lots of wrinkles around the eyes and his long wavy black hair was threaded with grey.  It was a few days before Christmas and he hadn’t bought the girls any decent presents like he had done every year.

He had made a little bit of cash selling amateur porn videos but orders had petered out and visits to his mailbox in Beak Street, Soho to collect customer’s cash had become very infrequent now.

Porn Tubes were giving everything away for free, even full length films. He had to think of a new way of earning money.  He studied his physique in the mirror and flexed his muscles and the body of a young fit man was reflected back except for the head. “If the outer body looks healthy, the inner body will be” Terry remembered the old mantra. “But what about the face, exercises for the face, that’s what I need” he thought.

He was getting hungry now and he wanted Estelle to get up and make some breakfast. He tiptoed to the bedroom door and peeked inside. Both Estelle and Karlie were still fast asleep. “Fuck it, I have to eat something” he thought. He suspected that he had a stomach ulcer and that was all the worry he had. The bills were piling up, he was getting desperate. Even the Lolita vids weren’t selling and he suspected that his customers had found a source of harder child porn featuring little kids or something and would not buy his stuff featuring fourteen year old Karlie.

Karlie had been getting a lot of hits on her Facebook page and there were always guys who wanted to meet her for sex. He knew that he could make a lot putting her and Estelle on the game but he didn’t really want them to be fucked by other guys, he was too macho for that... The words “honey trap” kept entering into his mind and he thought more and more of using the girls as bait for some rich bastard... Terry did not mind doing illegal things like robbing the rich if he could get away with it and selling underage porn, although he didn’t ever want to return to prison. He had served two years for supplying Class B drugs namely Skunk in Wandsworth and it had been hell. When the police had raided his house in Streatham they found all his lights and plants growing in the cellar.

Just the thought of drugs made Terry want some; to him they were like sweets and had been since he was at school in Brixton, Lambeth, South London where he first started smoking cannabis in the playground toilets with his mates. Terry picked up his water pipe from the coffee top table, filled it and took a long hit. He held the flame of the lighter over the filled bowl and inhaled the flame lighting the Skunk sending the smoke down the pipe to bubble up through the water and up the mouthpiece. He sucked in greedily filling his lungs to bursting point then holding it in. “Whoosh” out it came, blue smoke, caught in the rays of the sun that was flooding in through the windows of his house. He pulled aside his curtain and stared out into his back garden where the bird table that Estelle had asked him to put up was covered with small birds pecking at the birdseed left out. He went down into the garden and picked up the pair of dumbbells he always left there and facing the sun he began pumping iron. Repeating the mantra “no pain, no gain” as he repped until his muscles burned. He felt good now the blood coursing through his veins. “What am I doing up when two hot chicks are laying in bed upstairs fingering each other” he thought.

He was high now and he tiptoed to the bedroom and softly opened the door. “The bitches are still asleep” he thought looking down on the sexy faces of Estelle and Karlie as they lay on their backs asleep both breathing gently. He took off his trousers to reveal a rigid erection. Terry loved to mess around with the girls when they were asleep and give them a dirty dream so they would awake horny and ready to be fucked.  

Estelle moaned as she felt Terry slide in between her and Karlie, then she felt Terry’s tongue licking her inner thighs and opened them. She often woke with Terry sucking her or Karlie’s cunt and she smiled although still half asleep.

As Terry sucked Estelle’s vagina he swung his body around so that his penis was near her face then he felt her warm lips envelope his penis and begin to suck...

Terry suddenly felt Karlie’s hot little fingers encircle the base of his penis. “You naughty girl Karlie” he said, bringing his hand hard down across her buttocks and pushing her mouth down onto Estelle’s vagina. “Suck Estelle’s cunt hard you dirty naughty little girl” he repeated.  

“Yes suck my cunt hard you dirty girl” Estelle started to talk dirty now she was waking up properly and getting aroused.  

Terry went back to sleep and didn’t wake until eleven and got straight into the shower. “Got to wash all that cunt juice off my face; you dirty bastard” he said to his reflection in the bathroom mirror smiling, a grin on his face. He had woken up with a new idea.

Setting the Trap

Chapter 2

“Look girls we have to try something new like the honey trap” Terry explained talking out the side of his mouth while chewing on a mouthful of Heinz baked beans on toast cooked by Estelle.

“Such as going on the game? Becoming a schoolgirl hooker” Karlie said sniggering.

“You would love it, you dirty little bitch. I read about a sixteen year old escort girl who earned a cool fucking million in one year until her mum and dad got nicked and social services wanted to put her into a home” Estelle remarked.

“I thought you said that she was sixteen, like me” Karlie replied.

“She was but you have to be eighteen to do escorting,” Estelle said.

“Yeah, while they are legally fucking sixteen year old boy’s arseholes” sniggered Terry.

“Some sixteen year old boys love a big dick up their arse” Estelle commented.

“And sixteen year old dirty girls” giggled Karlie.

No-one fucks my chicks but me” Terry said jealously. “And pour me out another cup of tea slut, or I will cane you hard tonight” Terry said with a snigger, his cock becoming semi erect at the thought.

“What are we going to do then Terry?” Estelle asked.

“We are going over to the Tate Gallery at Vauxhall; all the Nobs go there on a Sunday. I want you to act like a sexy mother and daughter and for you Karlie to dress in really tight white shorts that will show your cameltoe. You will walk around and I will be following and filming secretly...”

Both the girls were Britney Spears personas, the Lolita and the sexually experienced woman a mother figure. As they walked through the galleries they soon attracted a little posse of secret admirers who stayed discreetly behind.

Terry followed at a distance the camcorder mounted inside his shoulder bag, the lens seeing through the hole that he had made.

Back home later that night they all got stoned on hash and red wine and watched the secretly filmed video footage that Terry had recorded.

“Look at that guy he is wanking as he walks” Terry said starting to chuckle.

“Yeah dirty bastard, he’s probably cut a hole in the pocket” Karlie replied giggling too.

Then on the screen Karlie saw a guy looking at her and touched her cameltoe giving him a hot look and revolving the tip of her tongue lasciviously around her lips.

 Terry caught the look of amazement on the voyeur’s face and his hand jerking inside his trousers and everyone cracked up.

“He’s come his lot...” Karlie gasped laughing and then breaking out into uncontrollable giggles...

Everyone was in stitches and laughter filled the house.

Terry was trying to speak “But if we...” he began before losing control and giggling again. “What if we followed him and he was a multi millionaire?”Terry managed to say.

“All this messing around when I attract loads of guys with Porsches and Jaguars and that, they are always boasting about their wealth - I can get them easy” Karlie said giggling.

Finding a Rich Man

Chapter 3

“Fifteen year old girl, beautiful, sexy , wants to lose her cherry to an older guy,” Karlie typed, giggling.

“That’s too fucking obvious! Did you see the program on tele where they were setting up guys who wanted to fuck an underage girl, that’s eighteen in the States, I think, and then filming them coming to meet the girl but instead meeting the cops?” Terry asked.

“Yeah, I saw it and they were stupid dumb bastards guided by their cocks rather than their brains” Estelle commented giggling.

“Yeah most young guys fantasise about fucking girls of their own age group and girls want boyfriends to be older than them by at least a few years” Karlie said.

“Yeah and you were a right little prick teaser when you were in your white ankle socks” Estelle giggled.

“Mother 32, with obedient adopted teen daughter would like to hear from prospective affluent partners, any age” Terry said grinning.

Soon the replies were flowing into Estelle’s email box and she was replying to those inquiries she thought were made by rich men.

Then a guy called Rupert emailed her a few times and asked for pics of her and Karlie and promised to send pics of him in exchange. Estelle sent off some hot pics of herself dressed in a tight black skirt and high heels with Karlie dressed in a traditional English school uniform standing in the background hands on head her skirt up around her waist.

Suddenly a new post from Rupert flashed in her Gmail. Estelle downloaded the several attached jpegs and the picture of a tall handsome dark headed man appeared on her laptop leaning on a Jaguar parked in front of a large mansion. “Fucking hell, got a fucking right rich cunt here” Estelle shouted.

Terry and Karlie crowded around to see the picture of the rich man.

“Yeah he’s a rich cunt, a rich fucking banker or something and definitely looks loaded” Terry agreed rubbing his hands together.

“I bet that he’s a millionaire,” Karlie said, smiling at the prospect of getting lots of money.

“Okay, when are you going to pick us up in your Jag” Estelle purred over the phone.

“A fucking nonce raping little Karlie with what he thinks is her step mother, or whatever. It will be a pleasure to have this cunt over Terry,  jealousy flooding into his brain when he envisaged the dirty scenes that Hooray Henry wanted to play with Estelle and Kylie.

“Okay old girl, where can I pick you up?” Rupert asked her.

“Well I’m not giving you my address yet because I don’t even know you, but you can pick us up outside Streatham Ice rink at twelve o’clock okay” replied Estelle.

“Okay I’ll be there, see you soon” Rupert said.

Karlie rang off and everyone cheered and clapped their hands...

“Now listen I have mounted the little Toshiba video inside your bag Estelle and I will switch it on before you walk down the ice rink. When some sex starts, point it towards the scene and we will get what we want. Don’t forget to mention that Karlie is only fifteen when he is doing something dirty” Terry emphasised.

“Oh this is so exciting,” Karlie said, her face eager.

The Meeting

Chapter 4

It was almost midday and snowing when Estelle and Karlie, their long winter coats wrapped around them, walked to the Streatham Ice Rink and the first thing they saw was a shiny new Jaguar parked outside.

“He is here in that Jag,” Kylie observed with excitement.

“Of course it’s him, Rupert his name is” Estelle agreed.

Rupert saw them coming in his rear mirror and jumped out of the car onto the icy tarmac to meet them and opened the back door. He had been afraid it might be a hoax but he came anyway and was glad as he saw the girls were flesh and blood and not some photos used by a practical joker like Morency who had played elaborate pranks on him in the past. He had been fantasising about the “mother and obedient adopted daughter” post for days and looking at “mother and daughter” porn on the net and now they were actually here. “Hello girls I am so pleased you could come, won’t you get in?” he invited.

“Thank you, I’m Estelle and this is Karlie” she replied as her and Karlie got in the back of Rupert’s car.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Rupert Rowlandson and I am very pleased to meet you both. I nearly got snowed in down in Sussex but I am happy to meet two such beautiful girls” Rupert said looking in the driving mirror at them as he pulled out of the ice rink forecourt into the South bound traffic...

“Looks like a big mansion in the pics you sent; do you live there?” asked Estelle.

“Yes of course and we have houses in Portugal and the Virgin Islands. My father left them to me, “Rupert explained.

“What about your mum and brothers and sisters? Estelle asked.

“My mother Victoria is ninety one and in a nursing home not far away and I don’t have any surviving brothers and sisters,” Rupert replied, looking ahead at the road and driving carefully.  

“I suppose that you have servants and things?” Karlie asked.

”No, can’t stand them, got rid of them when father died” Rupert replied, slowing down to a crawl as the traffic out of London got worse.

“So you are all alone in that big old house?” Karlie asked, feeling a slight tremor of fear. “I mean he could do anything to us in there” Karlie thought, getting paranoid.

Rupert saw Karlie’s eyes widen in fear in the driving mirror. “Oh don’t worry, I’m harmless just looking for a long time relationship with two beautiful girls like you” Rupert confessed as he stared in the rear mirror at the expressions on Estelle and Karlie’s faces. He noticed that they both had an amazing resemblance to his favourite sex fantasy figure Britney Spears, the young schoolgirl Britney and the present sexually experienced mother. “For me this is a fantasy coming true” Rupert confessed.

“What’s your fantasy then, fucking a fifteen year old girl?” Karlie asked.

“You might be two undercover police officers on Scotland Yard’s Protection of Children Squad for all I know” Rupert replied with a slightly nervous laugh.

“And you might be a dangerous person for all we know” Karlie replied giggling nervously. She had read an eBook on her new Kindle Fire about a serial killer in the States and he used to trick women into his home on the pretext of starting a long term personal relationship and then enjoyed their screams as he tortured them to death. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and vowed not to read any more like it. She put her arms around Estelle and cuddled her. Estelle did treat her like a mother and she always went to sleep on her breasts every night.

“Oh what a sweet picture you two make,” Rupert commented.

“How long is it to your place?” Estelle asked.

“Oh not long now that we are coming onto the motorway and thinking of why my house is empty, I did have a few friends staying until I got tired of their ways and I chucked them all out. They call me a miser” Rupert replied, turning onto the motorway and pressing his foot hard down on the accelerator causing the girls in the back to scream as they were pressed back against the seat by the G-force.

Karlie looked out of the rear window as Rupert passed other cars that seemed to be going very slow as they overtook. Then another car ahead blocked him in the fast lane and she saw the reflection of the Jaguar’s powerful headlights reflected, flashing on the back of the car in front before it moved over to a slower lane.

“Here we are, nearly at the old ancestral pile” Rupert informed the girls as he turned off the motorway up a side road that soon turned into a country lane.

“Looks so peaceful around here and all the trees and stuff, and hey, do you see those cows over there Karlie?” asked Estelle, hugging Karlie in excitement as the car pulled off the country lane and drove along a small track. Soon it opened into a meadow and the view of a house on a hill.

“Oh it’s wonderful!” Karlie exclaimed.

Estelle was trying to do some mental arithmetic to try and workout Rupert’s age

Rupert drove down a long gravel driveway and halted with a crunching of rubber on loose stones outside the front door of his ancestral home where he had lived all his life; the mansion was not far from the seafront in Hastings. He dated his family back to the Norman invasion where at Battle, East Sussex the Anglo Saxon, King Harold was defeated. He opened the large carved ornate wooden door. “Welcome and come in” Rupert said striding into a huge hall with a polished wooded floor.

“Wow! Look at this place, all those paintings, statues and things” Karlie said gobsmacked.

“Yeah it’s like something out of the movies” Estelle agreed, clasping Karlie’s arm while they stood gaping at the obvious signs of affluence.

“Come into the lounge girls' ' Rupert said, opening a door into a large sitting room with two glass tables in the middle that where surrounded by an enormous black leather sofa.

“Oh wow, just look at this room; those guitars over there, are they all yours?” Karlie         asked.

“Yeah sure l play a bit but who wants a coffee?” Rupert asked.

“I do please” Karlie replied, realizing how handsome and charming Rupert was; he reminded her of the new guy who played the James Bond in a recent film, but she couldn’t think of his name. She loved the dinner jacket and bow tie that Rupert was wearing, so different from the baggy arse track suits that Terry always wore.

 Rupert put two spoons of Lavazza in the percolator and put it on the gas. Then he put three bone china coffee cups with saucers on a silver tray. When the coffee bubbled and was ready he filled the cups and then taking a pill box out of his leather jacket he shook three small LSD tablets out and put one in each cup, stirred vigorously, then put the cups on a tray with cream and sugar and carried it into the next room. “I will find out all about you two when you are tripping” he thought smiling as he placed the tray down on the glass table in front of the girls. “Help yourselves to sugar and cream” he said sitting down next to them.

“Mmm smells lovely” Karlie remarked, stirring in two spoonfuls of brown sugar and pouring a generous amount of coffee cream into her cup that floated on the top. She picked up the cup and sipped. “Mmm delicious” she exclaimed.

“It’s Lavazza Italian coffee,” Rupert explained, watching Karlie’s face morph slightly although he had only just taken the tab. “Perhaps it’s psychosomatic” he thought, opening a carved wooden box on the table and taking out a ready rolled spliff of pure Skunk. He liked to smoke a bit of cannabis before a trip because it mellowed him out.

Karlie giggled as she saw the joint in Rupert's mouth. “Cool” she said.

“Yeah cool Rupert” Estelle agreed.

“Who wants a toke?” Rupert said giggling and looking at the two Britney lookalikes on his settee their blonde looks contrasting against the black leather.

“We always smoke weed at Terry's,” Karlie blurted.

“Who is Terry?” Rupert asked, staring at Karlie.

Karlie suddenly saw Rupert’s face change into an image of extreme lust, his tongue, long red and dripping saliva. “He is a model agent who takes pics and videos of us sometimes,” Karlie confessed feeling slightly afraid.

Estelle saw Rupert’s face morph into a Satyr, like something out of an Old Italian Master painting that she had seen.  

“What sort of pics Karlie? Rupert asked.

“Dirty pics of me flashing in public dressed in my school uniform” Karlie answered blushing.

Rupert suddenly changed, growing taller, his eyes flashing. “Well Estelle as you are Karlie’s legal guardian I ask you to punish your errant adopted daughter because she has been flashing her cunt and teasing men.” Rupert ordered.  

Karlie was amazed at the change that had suddenly come over Rupert and everything felt so strange and weird...  

“Karlie come here and get over my knee” Estelle ordered.

Karlie obeyed immediately, draping herself across Estelle’s knees. “”It’s like a film with me in it” she thought.

Estelle looked down at Karlie’s tight little buttocks and raised her hand thinking that it was funny that this posh guy wanted to play the same spanking games as Terry, and then she brought the palm of her hand down in rapid succession, hard on Karlie’s buttocks, leaving red hand prints on her white unblemished orbs.

“Ouch, no please you are hurting me” Karlie protested squirming and wriggling her reddening buttocks.

Rupert looked at Karlie’s red buttocks waving from side to side; revealing her vagina that opened and closed slightly each time that Estelle spanked her and his penis became rigidly erect. He picked up a swishy cane with a school handle and gave it to Estelle. “Cane the little slut hard” he ordered.

Estelle suddenly felt powerful, dominant and harsh. She had always held back in previous domination games with Karlie and Terry but now she was going to beat her as hard as she liked because Rupert was ordering her too. She brought the cane down hard against Karlie’s buttocks leaving an angry red line and felt a tingle of pleasure shoot through her vagina.

“Ow no Estelle, not so hard please” Karlie protested.

“Give the little slut a hard caning Mistress Estelle” Rupert said the scene was becoming real now and he wasn’t acting anymore. “I am making my own world, a sexual paradise where I can satisfy all my male lust for power over others harmlessly, pleasurably” he thought. He ran his hand over the welts that were appearing across Karlie’s buttocks. “That’s it Mistress she has had enough now. What I want you to do now is to get down on the carpet underneath her and suck her cunt while I fuck her tight little arsehole” Rupert said feeling his big penis grow to gigantic proportions.

“Kinky old bastard” Estelle thought as she got down underneath Karlie’s thighs and began to suck her vagina. She could see Rupert’s enormous penis as it rubbed up and down Karlie’s anus as she was sucking and she reached up and guided Rupert’s big knob into Kylie’s tight little arse. She sucked Kylie’s labia into her mouth thinking that she was making an incredibly dirty slurping noise.

“Suck my cunt Estelle, you dirty bitch, while Rupert arse fucks me hard” Karlie gasped feeling that her whole body was becoming one big clitoris while a continuous orgasm pulsed through her. She felt as if she was floating in a warm pink space as images of her sexual life since she was a child flashed on the screen of her mind like a cinema.

Rupert was getting really excited, he wanted to come soon and he pulled out his penis from Karlie’s tight little anus. “You are a right little slut and now you are going to suck all the spunk out of my cock. Hold her mouth open Mistress Estelle” Rupert said his breath getting short as he pushed his engorged knob into Karlie’s open mouth just as it began to spurt copious amounts of sperm... “Oh yes, drink all my hot sperm you dirty little slut” he shouted as he ejaculated his voice echoing across the big room.

Bad News for Terry

Chapter 5

“Is anyone hungry?” Rupert asked, looking up at the big mirror mounted on the ceiling at the reflections of Estelle and Karlie who were lying next to him on his big double bed. He knew that the acid was wearing off and he wanted to mellow out and go to sleep. “I want to chill out, my heart is still racing” he thought.

“I’m wide awake, wide awake” Karlie started singing and sat up against the pillows. “I’m not hungry”

“I am dreaming with my eyes open but hungry, no” Estelle’s said.  

“Anyone want a puff, chill out and relax” Rupert said, getting out of the big King Size bed and pulling on a long dressing gown with a hood that made him look like a monk. He walked into the sitting room, sat down on the circular settee in front of his stash box and rolled a spliff and lit it and inhaled deeply. “Ah” he said as he felt his body relaxing and his heart slowing down.  

“Come Estelle on let’s go and have a puff with Rupert” Karlie said looking up at their reflection.

“You go, I need some tranqs to make me sleep. I feel like I’m on Rohypnol or something” Estelle said, her eyes open wide.

“Don’t be silly, it makes you have total loss of memory. Creeps put it in your drink and then rape you and you don’t remember a thing, I’m going for a puff with Rupert” Kylie said pulling on a little black dress remembering the time when she had first slept at Terry’s and she had felt sore.

“Hello Karlie, want a puff?” asked Rupert, extending a burning joint to her. He knew that she was still tripping and he stared into her eyes. Karlie, is that your real name? Rupert asked.

“It’s my modelling name” Karlie said

“What’s your real name?”

“Kylie Simons,” Karlie answered.

“How old are you Karlie?”

“Sixteen” Karlie replied truthfully, finding it impossible to lie as she knew Rupert’s enormous eyes could see into her brain.

“Why did you say that you were fifteen?”

“Terry made me, I’m sorry because I really like you, you are a real gentleman. That reminds me” Karlie said, opening her bag and taking out her mobile. There were three text messages from Terry the last being “where are you? “Oh fuck I supposed to get back to Terry and let him know that everything I’m okay” she said.

“Well don’t you then, let him know that you are all right” Rupert said wondering what the relationship was between Karlie and this Terry and if it was sexual.

“He was fucking you wasn’t he? Rupert asked.

“I had nowhere to go and he gave me a bed,” Karlie confessed.

“What sort of pics and videos did he take of you?” Rupert asked, taking the still smouldering joint from Karlie’s fingers and taking a big hit.

“Just of me, dressed as a schoolgirl,” Kylie replied.

“He just used you Karlie or shall I call you Kylie?” Rupert asked.

“Call me Karlie as everyone calls me that now” she replied.

“Karlie please come in here” Estelle’s voice came from the bedroom.

“I’ll see what she wants,” Karlie said, getting up and opening the bedroom door.

“Oh Karlie thank goodness you came” Estelle said jumping out of bed and holding Karlie tight.

“What’s the matter?” Karlie asked, feeling her friend trembling.

“I freaked out imagining all sorts of things,” Estelle confessed.

“Come on, have a puff it will make you feel better” Karlie said, putting her arm around Estelle’s shoulders and guiding her into the living room where Rupert swathed in a cloak of blue smoke smiled mysteriously at her.

“Take off the Holy Sacrament my child and become whole” Rupert intoned mysteriously.

Estelle noticed that Rupert was dressed in a glowing white robe instead of the dinner jacket. She took the burning pipe and inhaled deeply watching the weed in the pipe bowl grow red, turn grey and die before exhaling two plumes of smoke from her nostrils.

Rupert clapped his hands together in glee “Cool, I love the way you do that Estelle when did you first start smoking cannabis?” Rupert asked.

“At school when I was thirteen” Estelle said, seeing an image of herself smoking a joint dressed in a school uniform floating across her field of vision.

Rupert was beginning to feel hungry again, it was the smoke he knew that. “Anyone want some scrambled eggs and smoked salmon,” Rupert offered.

“Not for me,” Estelle replied.        

“I’ll have a little bit with some toast Rupert please” Kylie replied smiling.

When Rupert went to the kitchen Karlie turned to Estelle. “I’ve got three text messages from Terry but to tell you the truth I really like Rupert” Karlie confessed.

“Yes, so do I. He is such a gentleman,” Estelle agreed.

“Well he wasn’t a gentleman last night. Look at my poor bum” Karlie said pulling up her skirt to show some red marks, a mock sulky expression on her face.

“You loved it you dirty bitch Karlie, but are we going to get back to Terry?” Estelle asked a serious expression on her face.

“I am staying here, it’s much nicer here” Karlie said.

“Yeah me too, but we had better text him saying that we are all right or else he will be out here. He probably will come after us anyway, he served time you know and almost killed another prisoner inside, it was in all the papers” Estelle said, a scared look on her face.

“I am going to phone him and say that we are staying here” Karlie said, picking up her mobile and pressing Terry.

“Hello” Terry’s voice sounded angry over the phone.

“Hello Terry, it's Karlie. Just phoning to say that we are all right, Estelle is sitting next to me...”

“Where the fucking hell you two been, you supposed to get back to me when you had the video” Terry’s voice blared out of the phone.

Karlie held the phone away from her ear.

“We are not coming back Terry” Karlie said in a determined voice.

“You fucking dirty bitch, put Estelle on” Terry shouted.

“Estelle tell fucking Karlie what will happen if she doesn’t come home” Terry shouted down the phone.

“I’m not coming back either Terry, sorry” Estelle replied.    

“Sorry, after all that I have done for you, protected you, you dirty fucking whore, you’ll be sorry all right and that Hooray Henry cunt as well, you can tell him that” Terry said losing his temper.

Karlie took the mobile from Estelle “Terry if you come down here I will phone the police and tell them you raped me when I was fourteen and made child porn videos of me” Karlie spat the words down the phone.

“You’ll be sorry you fucking grass” Terry said.

“Fuck you” Karlie replied putting down the phone...

“Come on, breakfast is ready,” Rupert said.

“Toast and marmalade for you Estelle unless you want some smoked salmon and scrambled eggs.

“Toast will be fine for me Rupert” replied Estelle sitting down with Karlie at a breakfast  table laden with a big jug of fresh orange juice, a rack  of toast, lots of jam and marmalade and two plates of steaming scrambled egg with smoke salmon.

Rupert yawned “Let’s all go back to bed again after we have eaten” he suggested.

“What’s the time? Karlie asked giggling.

“Four o’clock in the morning” Rupert said looking up at the big clock on the wall.

“Oh I never noticed the big clock” giggled Estelle yawning. “God, I suddenly feel sleepy. They all walked back into the bedroom, got into the big bed and snuggled up to each other and with  Rupert in the middle they drifted off to sleep, perchance to dream.

Terry Gets Mad

Chapter 6

Terry went down the club and had a few drinks. “Here put this on Chris” he said, handing him a DVD.

“What is it?” Chris asked, putting it on.

“Two dirty whores sucking me off” replied Terry.

The video screen changed from the tele to a point of view video of Estelle and Karlie sucking his penis.

“Woo hoo” someone shouted and there were catcalls and screams of “yippee” from the amused customers having a Christmas drink.

“Wow they are beautiful, where did you find them from Terry” someone shouted.

“Yeah and they look so young, especially the one with the little tits” someone shouted.

Terry realized that he was pissed and that Karlie was only fourteen when he gave her Rohypnol and made the film. He started to get paranoid and he wished that the video would end but it seemed to go on forever. Suddenly the video showed him ejaculating over Karlie’s face and Estelle using a spoon to scoop up the sperm and feed it to her.

“You dirty bastard Terry” then the club was filled with screaming and the shouting of ribald comments.

“Give me my DVD back Chris” Terry said, a touch of urgency in his voice. Then he took the DVD. “Happy Christmas everyone, got another model to shag on film” he boasted as he hurried out of the club to the sound of drunken catcalling.

It was snowing outside and Terry shivered. He would be cut off from the electric soon because he hadn’t paid the bill. “Those two ungrateful bitches” he said sneezing, his nose beginning to water. “And I’ve got a cold too” he thought bitterly. He was desperate now and he had to get money from somewhere. He had earned thousands from his little porn racket but had spent it as fast as he earned it. “I’ve still got my filming equipment; I will pawn it to get the money and go down to fucking Sussex and kill that posh cunt” he thought. Then he remembered Karlie threatening to expose him as a sex offender. “News of the Screws, I’ll sell them the story” he thought before he realized that it would come out that Karlie was fourteen when she moved in with him and Estelle. Porn was no good for him anymore; perhaps he could set up a girl on a webcam using Google Hangout. He had to get models fast. He pushed open the door of his house and went into the front room and sat down at his laptop.

“Young looking cute Models Wanted now CASH” he typed looking at the ad. He had no cash. He thought of something other than his video equipment that he could pawn. “That’s it my sax, I’ll get it back afterwards when I set up the cams on Google Hangout. No I won’t get much, it will have to be my Rolex”   he thought looking at the Rolex Oyster with gold and diamonds glittering on his wrist.  He wondered if the pawn shop would still be open a couple of days before Christmas. Then as he neared the three balls hanging outside the shop he saw that it was lit up and several customers were inside. He went in and as a shop assistant came towards him he took off the Rolex and gave it to him.”It’s a genuine Rolex Oyster with gold and diamonds” he informed the assistant.

When he got home there were three emails from models wanting cash work. “Come over anytime babe from six onwards-cash waiting” he emailed the three. I had better get busy, he thought going into the studio and setting up two laptops and a camcorder that would record the whole show. “The Camcorder Show, I will have footage as well. I’m gonna have my own TV station with eight punters clocked on, he thought.” He had a credit card facility that he used for the videos now and again and he could use it for this.”When I get some money I’ll teach those to bitches a lesson” he thought.

Christmas Eve

Chapter 7

“Come on let’s go over the West End, it’s nearly Christmas and I haven’t bought you two girls any presents yet and we will all go for a  meal” Rupert enthused.

“Oh Goodie,” Karlie said, rubbing her small delicate hands together in glee.

“She only looks fourteen or fifteen but I am glad that she is not underage, but when I dress her up in the school uniform she will look really young” Rupert thought. He had bought the school uniform when fantasising about the “young mother with obedient adopted daughter” post and masturbating over Estelle and Karlie’s photos.

They all piled into the Jaguar and so Rupert was on the Motorway heading for London and the West End. The girls laughed this time when Rupert put his foot down and they were driven back into the luxurious red leather seats.

 It started to rain when they got to the West End. They drove miles up and down Soho streets looking for a parking spot, then someone drove out of a space in Haymarket and they drove in.

”Synchronicity, you girls are magic and intensify my powers tremendously” Rupert said with a strange laugh before jumping out of the car and opening the back door. “Come on girls its Christmas time and I’m Father Christmas' ' he replied.

“I hope that you are a good witch,” Karlie giggled.

“Warlock, male witches are called Warlocks” Rupert replied laughing as they window shopped.

“I hope that you are a better warlock than Rupert,” Karlie said laughing.

They walked up to Eros and all the Christmas lights were flashing; the neon colouring their faces in different hues.

“Oh it’s beautiful” Karlie enthused.

The pavements were crowded on Christmas Eve and they began looking into a jewellery shop window at all the sparkling rings, bracelets and watches

“Oh look at that watch, it’s beautiful” Karlie said enviously wishing it were hers.

“Come on, let’s go in and try it on,” Rupert said, pushing open the door of the Piccadilly Jewellers.

Karlie walked into the shop in a dream, she had never been into a jeweller’s shop to buy anything before. Terry had given her a watch and ring that Rupert had said were cheap rubbish.

“Estelle had been in one before with her bouncer husband to buy rings to make it look like she was married when she was obviously pregnant with a big lump. Ray had been lying in bed a lot now since a guy who he wouldn’t let in came back, knocked him out with a Taser pistol then kicked and punched him while he lay unconscious. They hardly had sex anymore and she was thinking of leaving him anyway.

“The young lady would like to try on the gold and platinum Piaget in the window” Rupert said in his cut glass upper class accent.

“Yes Sir, this watch is the only one like it in the world made by hand by the great master jeweller himself Piaget” the assistant said, opening the back of the window display, reaching inside and coming out with the Piaget ladies watch.

The price tag of £36,000 hit Karlie in the eyes and she was shocked. “Look at the price” she blurted.  

“Do you like it, Karlie?” Rupert replied, ignoring her remark and slipping it onto her wrist. “You made a wish just now outside when you saw that watch and this warlock granted it” he said.

”Of course I love it, but...” Karlie admitted.

“No buts, it’s yours” Rupert insisted.

“Is Sir paying with cash or card? The assistant asked.

“Hold on,” Rupert replied, holding up the palm of his hand. Then he turned to Estelle. “And what does my beloved Mistress Estelle want, how about a watch like Karlie’s?” he asked.

“Are you sure Rupert?” Estelle asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“We don’t have one exactly the same of course but there is another in the same fashion from Piaget” the assistant interjected, anticipating some welcome business today, as he reached into the window display and came out with another watch and placing it on the counter.

“Try it on Estelle,” Rupert said, taking it from a small red velvet display stand.

Estelle held out her wrist obediently as Rupert placed the gold and platinum Piaget surrounded by diamonds on it and fastened it.

Rupert pulled out his no limit Gold American Express card and gave it to the assistant.

The two girls admired their watches as the trio walked up Shaftesbury Avenue past lots of glittering shop window displays.

Rupert led the girls up Dean Street and stopped outside a boutique selling erotic latex clothing. He had led them here because when he visited Soho he often looked in the window and stared at the two sexy girls who worked in the boutique and always wore some of the clothes they were selling. He pushed open the door and led Estelle and Karlie into the shop.

“Would Sir like some latex clothes for the two ladies?”one girl assistant asked, smiling sexily.

The other girl who sat on a chair and wore a latex skirt uncrossed her legs and as well as showing the crotch of her latex G-string and a lot of thigh, the action made an incredibly erotic sound like the sucking of flesh.

“Oh that sounds dirty,” giggled Kylie.

“Yes I would like to buy some of your incredibly erotic clothes for the girls and I will buy whatever thy like '' Rupert said.

The trio carrying lots of carrier bags and boxes made their way up Dean Street until Rupert stopped at a tiny little restaurant with a sign outside saying Restaurant Etoile. “This is it” Rupert said, pushing open the door. “A table for three,” Rupert said, pressing a folded twenty pound note into the head waiter’s hand.

Soon they were seated in the small but crowded restaurant and looking at the menu that was in French.

“I understand French so if you just tell me what you like then I will tell you what they have” Rupert offered.

Estelle and Kylie just nodded their assent...

“First we must choose our starters. I’m having caviar but there are lots of smoked shell fish, fish and salads of all kinds and goose liver pate. What do you fancy?” Rupert asked.

Karlie had never had caviar but had seen people eating it in the movies. “Caviar, I’ll have the same as you” Karlie blurted, gesturing as she usually did when she spoke causing the diamonds on her watch to flash and glitter and send out their little rays of power.

 Rupert noticed the attention that other diners paid albeit discretely to this display of wealth.  

 “Have they got any of those big pink prawns?” Estelle opening her arms, the diamonds on her wristwatch glittering and flashing too.

Rupert detected a rise in attention and he heard his name mentioned once or twice. He was obviously a Sugar Daddy who liked females a lot younger than himself. He smiled at the girls and saw the envious glances of many of the males who were slyly glancing their way when they thought that their partners were not watching.  “Everyone knows that I’m fucking them” he thought.

“Have they got any then? Estelle asked.

Then Rupert remembered her question about prawns.“Yes of course Estelle, of course they have and I will order them for you, but now we are going to choose the main meal. Basically it’s a choice between fish, shellfish, Beef, veal and chicken. I’m going to have Chicken Mornay which is chicken cooked in a cream cheese sauce with sauté potatoes and asparagus tips in butter and garlic.

“Sounds delicious except for the garlic, can I have that without the garlic?” Karlie asked in her little girl voice.

“Okay I’ll tell the waiter” Rupert promised.

“Can I have steak and chips? I mean if they have it” Estelle asked.

“Biftek et Pomme Frites, yes it's right here” Rupert said pointing to it on the menu. So everyone is decided?” he asked.

“Yes” Estelle and Karlie murmured...

Karlie had ordered the same as Rupert because then she would be able to pick up whatever cutlery he did.

The waiter arrived to take their orders that Rupert gave to him in fluent French. Soon a Magnum bottle of champagne was placed in an enormous ice bucket next to their table.

“You can open it now, garcon” Rupert ordered.

Soon the large bottle was opened with a loud pop that made the girls laugh and drew the discreet attention of the other diners and after the taster their glasses were filled to the top and the sparkling wine was flowing.

Rupert had passed a shop in Walkers Court that had caught his eye on previous visits to Soho because its big plate glass window was full of SM clothes and accessories. “Let’s go in here” Rupert said, pushing open the door and entering.

The assistants in the shop wore BDSM clothing and had their noses and lips pierced but Rupert didn’t find them sexually attractive because they were heavily tattooed and looked like Butch lesbians.

“The ladies would like to look at your latex clothes,” Rupert said.

The shop girls looked at all the shopping with Boutique labels on and smelt Christmas money. One led Estelle and the other Karlie in examining latex dresses and encouraging the girls to try them on.

Rupert feasted his eyes on them as they tried on different outfits and popped out of the changing cubicles to show him. While the girls were changing he looked in the display cabinet at the selections of sex toys and bondage devices. He was fascinated by a big strap on dildo and he imagined Estelle fucking Karlie with it. “I’ll take the strap on,” he said hesitating.”And the big dildo, two butt lugs and those wrist restraints.”

“Have a Happy Christmas “the assistants chorused, smiling happily as the trio left the shop Rupert having spent nearly two thousand.

When they got home that night they all sat around the coffee table and smoked Skunk until they were out of their heads...

“I’ll open a bottle of bubbly,” Rupert said, opening the fridge and filling an ice bucket and putting in a bottle of vintage champagne.  

“Like diamonds in the sky, shine like a diamond” Rihanna sang.

“She’s my favourite, Rihanna and this is my favourite song right now” Karlie enthused.

“Why don’t you girls go and try on some of the clothes we got today and I’ll be along soon. I want to get right out of it” Rupert explained.

“Fucking hell! I am right out of it” Karlie said giggling.

“Me too” Estelle agreed, this stuff is wicked”

 As soon as the girls disappeared into the bedroom Rupert went into his study and switched on four monitors that flickered into life, showing Estelle and Karlie in the bedroom trying on the kinky clothes that he had bought today. There were four hidden CCTV camcorders. He slipped on a pair of headphones and watched them for a moment trying to decide what to do to them tonight. He was the director of real life happenings and a film at the same time, a happening on video.

Rupert had watched many SM and spanking videos on the porn tubes but never really thought that any were brilliant. He always thought that he could create something better.

The Treatment Room

Chapter 8

Rupert crumbled up some of the black hash impregnated with opium and loaded into a pipe, lit it and inhaled deeply, holding the pungent smoke in his lungs without coughing for a long time before letting out two plumes of blue smoke into the air. Then he dressed in black latex trousers and a T-Shirt.  He was really stoned now and he got to his feet and walked to the bedroom, his feet hardly seeming to touch the floor and pushed open the door.

Both girls turned in surprise but still trying on latex erotic clothing.

“It takes ages to get on and off,” Estelle said, sensing his change of mood.

“Does it? Estelle put on those boots and that rubber top with the stockings and suspenders, Karlie you have been extremely disobedient, put on the latex schoolgirl’s uniform” Rupert ordered. Then he picked up two collars with chains and attached them to the girl’s necks and led them along the corridor stopping at a door with a sign saying Treatment Room.

When Karlie saw the sign she became afraid despite assuring herself Rupert was just a rich dirty old man...

Estelle didn’t feel afraid and just thought that most men were perverts anyway if you let them do whatever you want to you. “They were just adult games that rich dirty old men like Rupert liked and had the time to play” she thought. He seemed really kind unlike Terry who could be really mean. He had slapped her face once and made her mouth bleed.

Lots of candles were burning in the dimly lit room that illuminated strange esoteric devices and rows of dildos, ranging from the small to the enormous, were laid out on a table while whips, canes, riding crops and paddles hung on the walls.

Rupert released Estelle and led Karlie to a bench. “Lay down you naughty little girl” he ordered then he reached up and attached two ankles straps to Karlie’s ankles clipping them to a chain on the wall behind. Then he pulled it which had the effect of hoisting Karlie’s wide open thighs up onto her chest. “Now Estelle I want you to punish Karlie first with a good spanking and caning, buttocks and cunt” he commanded.

Estelle looked down at Karlie’s wide open thighs and the way that she was laying there defenceless and she felt a surge of power run through her genitalia.”Open your mouth bitch” she ordered then took a ball gag and pushed the rubber ball into Karlie’s mouth. “That will stop the little bitch from screaming too much” she thought staring down into Karlie’s wide open eyes. “She looks really frightened,” she thought, cutting the air with the swishy school cane before bringing it down hard in a rapid succession of blows on the inside of Karlie’s thighs and buttocks.

Karlie protested, twisting from side to side. “Please stop, not so hard please” and wondering why Estelle was caning her so hard again. Her buttocks, inner thighs and swollen vagina quickly became striped with angry red marks.

Rupert opened the zip on his latex trousers and took his rigidly erect cock out with some difficulty. He was rock hard now as he studied the cane marks. “Whip her cunt Mistress Estelle” Rupert ordered rubbing his big penis until it swelled to enormous proportions. He watched as Kylie’s vagina opened up and became red and swollen. “Unchain her” he ordered and he began unchaining one side while Estelle undid the other. We are going to double penetrate her; you fuck her arse with the strap on while I fuck her cunt.”

Estelle lay back on the table with the big thick shiny black strap on dildo sticking up in the air.

“Sit on that dildo Karlie and get it right up your arse” Rupert ordered. His big penis throbbed with pleasure as he watched the big thick dildo slide into Karlie’s anus. He stepped in between Karlie’s thighs and pushed his stiff engorged penis into Karlie’s wet and receptive vagina. “You love two big cocks up you, one in your smooth cunt, the other big fat one right up your tight little arse” Rupert said pushing his cock in and out Karlie’s wet vagina, while Estelle fucked her arse with the big strap on. Rupert was really turned on now, feeling that he needed to come.  “Take her gag off Estelle I want her to drink all my spunk” he gasped the excitement rising in his voice.  As he was about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis. “Drink all my hot spunk you naughty girl” he said watching his sperm shooting into Kylie’s open mouth and onto her protruding tongue while she smiled up at him submissively, running the tip of her tongue around her lips like she had enjoyed everything that he had done to her.

Christmas Day

Chapter 9

 Rupert awoke on Christmas Day and looked up at the reflection in the mirror. Estelle with her arms around Karlie, and himself snuggled tightly into Karlie in the spoon position. He extricated himself slowly, careful not to wake them. He felt like tea like he always did when he woke up. He swung his legs out of the bed into his slippers and made his way through piles of plastic bags and open boxes and latex clothing costing thousands strewn across the floor. Opening the door of the hothouse, he picked three big grapefruits, some mandarins and a few oranges. “The cleaners will be coming tomorrow, but I will get the bitches to clear up after breakfast” he thought, already thinking of a dirty new sex game that he could play with Estelle and Karlie later. He put the kettle on and when it boiled he put some boiling water in the pot and swirled it around before tipping it out, putting in two spoonfuls of loose tea and pouring on the boiling hot water. Then he filled the toaster with sliced bread and switched it on, opening the fridge and taking out a pot of homemade marmalade. The toast popped up and he buttered it, spread it with a thick coating of marmalade and bit into it. “Mm wonderful” he said out loud relishing the taste of it on his tongue, his taste buds salivating with pleasure. “Eating is like sex and when you need it is so pleasurable to satisfy one’s hunger” he thought.

“A penny for your thoughts” Estelle said standing in the doorway.

“Come and have some toast and marmalade, tea as well, it’s all made” Rupert invited her.

“Thanks Rupert and good morning. I had a wonderful sleep last night full of erotic dreams” Estelle said with a giggle.

“You were certainly wet last night” Rupert replied giggling too, crunching on a piece of toast. “There’s other stuff in the fridge, liver pate, orange juice, milk, help yourself whenever you want” Rupert said with a kind smile.

“Thanks Rupert but toast and marmalade is fine for my breakfast” Estelle replied.  

“Great Rupert” said, taking a grapefruit from the fruit bowl and cutting it open. Placing it in a grapefruit bowl and expertly cutting it into segments then sprinkling it with brown sugar. “Here Estelle try that” he encouraged pushing the grapefruit towards her with a gold grapefruit fork on top.

“It does look nice I must admit and it’s not fattening either” Estelle agreed, forking a segment into her mouth. “Mm it’s lovely and tastes really fresh” she admitting chewing on it and forking another piece into her mouth.  

“It should do, I just picked all this fruit this morning in my hothouse,” Rupert informed her.

“Really!” exclaimed Estelle, surprised that people could grow grapefruits and oranges in England.

“Yes I will show you after breakfast when Karlie wakes up” Rupert said.

“Why don’t you have a Christmas tree? It’s not the same without one?”

“There is one in the spare room, I’ll get it while you finish off your breakfast” Rupert promised. Up in the spare room he picked up the electric tree and the base and carried it down stairs and plugged it in. Immediately the room was filled with pulsing lights as the tree turned slowly around on its base. Looking at it brought back memories of his childhood when his father was still alive.

“It’s lovely,” Estelle exclaimed. “I can go and slowly wake Karlie up if you want with my tongue” she said with a dirty laugh. She felt guilty because she knew that she had caned Karlie too hard again last night and she had had an orgasm doing it.

“If you want, can I watch?” Rupert asked with a smile.

“Not really because I always do it under the covers to her” Estelle said giggling.

“Okay then, I’ll be having a swim and a sauna,” Rupert replied.

“A swim, a sauna?” Estelle repeated.

Yes there is a lovely heated pool here” Rupert replied.

“Really!” Estelle exclaimed gobsmacked.

Estelle opened the bedroom door to find Karlie still asleep. She knelt beside her on the bed and looked down on Karlie’s innocent face. Then she pulled back the bedclothes to reveal Karlie’s buttocks. She ran her hands and then her tongue over the red marks that she had inflicted last night. Then her tongue found the hot wet slit of Karlie’s vagina and she began to suck and lick.

Rupert masturbated as he watched the lesbian scene in the video studio.

“Oh yes Estelle stick your tongue right up me, I am going to come” Karlie gasped her body writhing in the throes of orgasm...

“Come on wake up Karlie, that was to make up for last night, I’m going for a swim in the pool here. There’s breakfast first if you want it or stuff in the fridge” Estelle said.

”Swim” Karlie murmured, then turned over and lay there, taking pleasure in the luxury and comfort of the big bed. The she realized that Estelle had mentioned “a swim.” She jumped out of bed walking through all the boxes and bags lying scattered over the big bedroom and got in the sunken red bathtub. She turned on the mixer and the taps and the bath quickly filled with warm water while warm bubbles were pumped to the surface. She remembered what Estelle had said about going swimming and she got out of the bath pulling on a big white towelling robe and began to look for the pool. She opened one door and was confronted by a huge aquarium with fish swimming around. She closed the Aquarium door and walking down a passage she heard the sound of Estelle’s voice and then Rupert’s. As she walked towards the voices she heard the sound of water and was confronted by an alcove decorated by a water fountain and then a fifty yard swimming pool.

Rupert saw her. “Hi Karlie, come on in” he called floating on his back naked his penis floating on top.

“Wow!” This place is like one great amusement park” Karlie thought, throwing off her robe and diving in. As she swam underwater Karlie heard music, water music, she had heard of underwater acoustics and now she realised she was experiencing it... there was a track playing that she didn’t recognize but to which her body vibrated in tune with.

After the swim they all sat in the sauna their bodies entwined as one and now and again Rupert would get up and throw a bucket of water onto the glowing coals in which he had sprinkled a mixture of essential oils.

Having had breakfast they all sat around the coffee table in the lounge while Karlie played music videos and danced, gyrating her hips like Lady Gaga as she watched her favourite tracks. “This is Rubber Man playing,” she said a big smile on her face.

 Rupert watched fascinated as Mother Monster danced, thighs wide, gyrating, inviting...”No wonder Big Brother is worried” he thought, imagining millions of pubescent girls imitating the moves in their bedrooms and on YouTube...Rupert had noticed how erotic all the top stars were getting these days. He loved it and had always enjoyed popular music in spite of being brought up on Mozart which his mother had played to him in the womb.  Lady Gaga was political. He loved the video that she made in Amsterdam with a big spliff in her mouth. Thinking of cannabis made Rupert open the long carved teak box on the coffee table and take out a big bag of green Skunk weed.  “I’m going to roll a big one to get the party going” he said, filling a King Size Rizla with weed and rolling it.  He rolled the cannabis cigarette on the table top forming it into the perfect cylindrical shape; fat at one end tapering down to a thin ending. He put it in his mouth, lit the fat end and inhaled deeply before passing the spliff to Estelle. “Come on, let's all get out of our minds' ' he said giggling, feeling the THC hit his brain immediately and tuning into the music. He really appreciated music when he was high...

“Here you are Karlie” Estelle said passing the joint.

Karlie inhaled deeply, holding in the pungent smoke. “Life has been one big dream since we met Rupert” she thought.

Rupert waited until Estelle and Karlie were really high before he spoke. My father was the famous artist known as Rowlandson. His work is worth billions now on the art market. Look, would you like to see some of it?” he asked.

“Cool!” Karlie exclaimed.

“Sure Rupert” Estelle agreed.

Most of the work was on a small scale, drawings on paper. Hundreds of framed drawings hung on the walls.

“It’s all sexy” Karlie exclaimed in surprise looking at a lesbian picture featuring spanking, genitalia and masturbation.  

“Yes, it's very horny” Estelle agreed.

Rupert laughed. “Yes he always said that he drew with his prick to close friends but when questioned about the meaning of his works he denied that they were erotic in any way” he said with a chuckle.

“As long as he knew that they were,” Estelle agreed.

“Now I am going to show you your Christmas film. I have a preview theatre in here” he said opening yet another door into a room where Estelle or Karlie had not been.  

“Wow! It’s a little cinema” Karlie exclaimed and sitting down in the front row of cinema seats.

“You have everything here in this big house” Estelle marvelled.

“Forgive me, but like my father I am an artist and I wanted to make a truly erotic masterpiece. If you do not like any images that you see of yourself that I secretly made I undertake to delete them” Rupert said.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the big cinema size screen lit up showing Estelle entering the bedroom then uncovering Karlie, examining the cane marks that she had inflicted the night before and then performing cunnilingus until Karlie had an orgasm.

“Rupert you are such a dirty old fucker” Estelle said with an approving giggle.

“Yes but a nice dirty old fucker” Karlie said giggling too.

Rupert smiled at the girls pleased that they were not offended.

Then the film cut to another scene inside the treatment room.

The screen showed Estelle looking down at Karlie’s wide open thighs. “Open your mouth bitch” her voice sounded hard as she took a ball gag and pushed the rubber ball into Karlie’s mouth then cutting the air with the swishy school cane before bringing it down hard in a rapid succession of blows on the inside of Karlie’s thighs.

Estelle was shocked by how hard she was caning Karlie’s buttocks, inside of her thighs and vagina and she put her arm around Karlie’s shoulders. “I’m sorry Karlie” she whispered. Then she felt Karlie’s hand on her vagina and her long slender fingers pushing up into it.

Estelle sighed and reaching out she grasped Rupert’s erect penis.

Suddenly the lights came on and Rupert was smiling putting his penis away. “Well it looks like everyone likes the rushes, but there has got to be a lot more shooting and work on the storyline to put all the sex scenes in context and then edited” Rupert explained enthusiastically. He would edit a soft theatrical release cut for Cannes.

“I think that we will all go out to a club tonight, down in Brighton. We will score some E’s and chill out” Rupert promised.

Estelle whispered to Karlie who nodded. “Rupert we have a surprise for you, a secret video that we made of you” Estelle confessed.

“Really, where is it?” Rupert asked a surprised look on his face.

Estelle opened her handbag, took out the Toshiba HD camcorder and handed it to Rupert.”We came down here to blackmail you but you were so nice that we changed our minds Estelle confessed.  

News of the Screws

Chapter 10

“Lord Rupert Thomas Rowlandson 55 was at the Box nightclub at Brighton last night accompanied by his two new actress/ model girlfriends Estelle 29 and Karlie 16. He is working on an erotic thriller at the moment called “Reality the Illusion. The Box was full of celebrities who appeared to be out of their heads and indeed the compere encouraged the audience to break the law. “Come on get out of your heads everyone, get all those class A Bs and Cs down you and get fucking wrecked” he shouted over the microphone. Then there was some lewd dancing by girls on the stage that showed their sexual organs to the cheers of the audience.

When I visited neighbours’ houses the next day, people who did not want to be named, said that: “There was noise and disturbances every night and residents have applied to the council for the license to be revoked” Terry read the net report with surprise. He looked at the upskirt photos of Estelle and Karlie in the backseat of a Jaguar showing glimpses of their panties...”The fucking bastards they have had it off the cunts, while I’m sitting here on my own practically starving at Christmas, also the aggravation of having models around on the webcams in the studio who smoked cigarettes all day long only putting them out when a customer came online. The cams were not doing as well as he thought that they would and he was still really hard up and having to cut back on the little luxuries that he was used to like his weekly bottle of Scotch whisky.

Terry sat brooding and drinking a glass of whisky, some cheap Spanish stuff he had got in Sainsbury’s. “It’s not bad, a bit sweet but better than nothing. I would kill that posh cunt if I could get away with it” he thought bitterly, anger and jealousy coursing through his veins. He opened his desk drawer, took out a small plastic packet and tipped some cocaine onto the glass table top. He had started snorting coke again recently after years of just having weed; he needed something stronger to kill the pain of disappointment. He crushed up the flakes, rolled up a twenty pound note and stuck it in his right nostril, blocking the other with his forefinger, put the end on one of the white lines he had arranged on the mirror and snorted a line from one end until it was all gone, then another. Suddenly a big grin spread across Terry’s face and he felt the rush that made him feel supremely confident and powerful and he dialled the operator. “Can you connect me with News International please? Hello, I would like to speak to the editor. I have a sensational news story about Lord Rupert, what’s his name, you know, Rowlandson, that’s it, he was with two models up the Box last night and I know the models, got loads of photos and vids if you’re interested” Terry said eagerly

“Interested, of course we are interested. What’s your name Sir” the hack answered.

“Terry Coles, yes I live in Streatham, you are sending a reporter, okay I’ll be waiting”” Terry said, putting down the phone and rubbing his hands together. He poured out another large whisky and took a big gulp. “You’re a clever cunt, do you know that Terry” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “I can smell a nice few grand coming my way, and fuck that cunt and those two slags” he said out loud, snorting another line.

Terry’s Big Payoff

Chapter 11

The next day Rupert, Estelle and Karlie were watching the news on Rupert’s lap top that had a wireless connection out to all the TVs in the house and their pictures suddenly came on the monitor.

“Hey we’re famous, look we are on TV getting out of the car at the Box last night” Karlie said with delight she had always wanted to be famous.

The phone started ringing and Rupert picked it up. “No comment at the moment but I will be issuing a statement from my solicitor shortly” he said brusquely.  

Terry’s Interview

“Terry I am going to put my recorder there on the table and our interview will be the basis of the article I do, I mean your story together with the photos and videos of course” Peter Earl said.

Terry knew Peter and had done business with him years ago because publishers liked pictures of scantily dressed models. “How much am I going to get Peter?” Terry asked.

“Terry, this is a big one and I will get you as much as I can. I mean the International will make you an offer as soon as I have the interview and the story with the pics and vids. You know that you have to sign a contract” Peter said.

“How long is it going to take to get their offer? Terry asked eager to get the money.

“Terry I’ll do it over the phone after this, we will have a bit of barter and I’ll push the price up” Peter promised switching on his Uher professional tape recorder.

“Now when did you meet Estelle?”

Terry screwed up his face then put his hands over his face trying to think. “She was about twenty nine, about three years ago, I think. She answered one of my ads for nude models in Stage” Terry supplied.

“And Karlie when did you meet her?”

“Oh Karlie just recently” Terry replied an alarm bell ringing in his brain. “I only have soft pics of her, you know dressed, non nude we call them in the trade; she is only sixteen” Terry said lying. Now that the coke was wearing off he realized the danger he had put himself in if Karlie told anyone about the underage photos he had done.

“But you say that you have hard stuff?” Peter persisted suspecting that Terry was lying by his evasive eye contact when he had said “I only have soft pics of her, you know dressed” and he could imagine what they were really like

Terry tried to think of an answer. “I meant Estelle but there is a lot I can tell you, for example that they had a lesbian relationship and that Estelle loved making the hard stuff” Terry said eagerly.

“Did you know that they were living and having sex with Lord Rowlandson?” Peter asked.

“Yes that’s right, they left me and went to live with that Hooray Henry” Terry said angrily.

“How old was Karlie then?” Earl asked, trying to look Terry in the eye.

Terry looked out of the window evasively and was trying to work out the implications of the answer... “She was over sixteen” Terry replied not liking the way this conversation was going.

“And the pictures you took were not indecent in any way?”

“No, I’m not silly as to break the law, I’m a professional photographer” Terry replied wishing he had never done the stuff after he had drugged her even though there was a big market for young teen “sleep sex” as they called it and he had earned a lot.  

“You got all the vids, photos and stuff then? I’ll get on the blower and get you a good price” Peter promised, knocking back another glass of Terry’s cheap Spanish whisky.

Terry reached down and picked up a small storage device and handed it to Peter. “It’s all on there. Stick it in your laptop, uploaded it, check and give me it back” Terry said.

Peter stuck it in the USB port and uploaded it to his laptop. Then he looked at the pics of Estelle which were hard and the ones of Karlie that were very soft.  “Okay I can negotiate a few grand for this and I’ll phone them after another whisky” he said, topping up his glass to the brim and drinking it down. He picked up his mobile and dialled International News. “Hello Earl, give me the news editor” he said.

“Hello,” the editor replied.

“Earl  here, look I have a sensational story, a follow up on last week’s Lord Rupert story with pics and vids of the girls” Peter said knowing that  this was breaking news and probably a teaser would come out in the Sun first. He would earn a fortune... What Mr Terry Coles wants to know is how much for the lot? Forty grand” he said, looking at Terry and shaking his head. “No he’s not interested,” he said.

“Sixty!”

“No he can get more from the People or Sky, stuff with sexy vids sells” Peter replied.

“Okay seventy and I can’t go higher...”

“Okay he said that he will take eighty” Peter said smiling at Terry. “Yes, okay I’ll get the contracts signed” he said.

It was snowing slightly when Peter Earl walked away from Terry’s house and got in his car and turned on the heater.”Tight bastard giving me fifty quid after me getting him eighty grand, the fucking arsehole” he thought angrily.   He dialled The Yard. “Hello Earl here I would like to speak to Kruger,” he said.

“Hello Peter” Inspector Kruger greeted his number one nark.

“If you go to Terry Cole’s house you will find child porn I am sure. Have a nice day” Peter said.

The Raid

Chapter 12

The four Scotland Yard detectives had been up all night drinking as they usually did when they did a dawn raid.

“Come on lads, it’s nearly five thirty, let’s give this paedo a right fucking surprise” Inspector Kruger said knocking back his eighth double Scotch of the evening.

“Right guv‘nor” the Heavy Mob chorused and they all knocked back their drinks.

Kruger in his Q Car with four of the Heavy Mob from the Yard raced along the wet South London streets until they got to Streatham. “Your nearly there sergeant take the next left, this is it, park over there. Right we are going in on this nonce, smash the fucking front door in and get all computer equipment and see what we can find” he said with a drunken laugh.

It was cold, misty and spitting rain as the detectives crept up to the front door of Terry’s house just before five forty five. “Okay smash it down” Kruger ordered his heart beating faster with the excitement of the moment.

There was a noise like a loud explosion as the battering ram took Terry’s front door right off its hinges. The four detectives rushed in and began turning on the lights then they raced up the stairs and into Terry’s bedroom.

Terry was woken by the loud crash and next minute he knew he was being pulled out of his bed in his underpants where he stood blinking in the light.         .

“I’m Inspector Kruger of Scotland Yard and I must caution you that anything that you say maybe taken down in evidence and may be used against you. Do you understand?” he said.

Terry blinking in the light his long hair dishevelled began to shake.”What have I done? I ain’t done nothing” Terry protested.

“I have reason to believe that you engaged in unlawful sex with a child under the age of sixteen and I am arresting you on suspicion of the rape. Now get your clothes on quick” Inspector Kruger ordered. “Right I’m taking you in for questioning” he said to the hapless Terry.

Terry was squeezed between two burly detectives in the back of the Q car as it sped through the rainy streets of South London. He kept his mouth shut, he wanted to see a solicitor now, and he had the money from the newspaper story to pay for one.

Suddenly the Q car drove down a ramp to a big building on the Embankment near Vauxhall Bridge.

Terry was escorted to a cell and the door slammed.

“Let that cunt roast for a bit. Well I suggest that we all get some kip and I’ll see you back in the office here at six thirty” Inspector Kruger said dismissively.

Terry banged on the cell door and shouted but no one came. “I could die here” he thought feeling sorry for himself. He wanted to piss; he got up off the hard non inflammable foam mattress and started to piss into the WC bowl, then he turned away his head in disgust as a terrible, ammonia like stench assailed his nostrils. He paced up and down the small cell listening to any muted sound that might indicate that someone was coming. He started to think about Karlie and being charged with raping her. “It wasn’t rape, no way” he thought and he remembered how eager she was. “Do you want to fuck me Terry” she had said grabbing his penis and going down on him. “How can it be rape? She fucking loved it.”

“Fucking hell she loves it up the Harris, dirty fucking whore” Sergeant Cable chuckled.

“Cor! She is fucking hot this little girl, even though she was only fourteen.”

“Look at the way she swallows your cock right down to the bottom.”

Inspector Kruger got up and switched off the video. Look lads you all have a copy of the tape to watch so look at it later” he grinned.

Several hours passed and Terry heard footsteps approaching and his heart began to race despite his attempts to slow it down.

The cell door opened and two detectives stood there.  “Come on Coles, the guv’ nor wants to see you” one said and he was escorted along corridors to an office where Inspector Kruger sat behind a desk.

Kruger lay back in his chair and surveyed Terry an amused expression on his face. “Terry let me be frank, years ago we would have beaten the shit out of a fucking nonce like you, but we don’t need to make you confess because with of all the videos you made of Karlie when she was below the age of consent, and of course her statement, you will be convicted. We don’t need to make you confess or verbal you, we have enough evidence to convict you on multiple counts of rape and sexual abuse to make your conviction safe and satisfactory” Inspector Kruger informed Terry with a chuckle.

“I want a solicitor” Terry shouted then he felt a pain in his ear as suddenly one of the detectives standing behind him slapped him hard around the head. “Hey what have I done?” he protested, holding his arms up to ward off any further attacks.

“As I was saying we have the evidence to convict you, it’s all on film. The best thing you can do now in order to get a short sentence is for me to say that you are helping the police with their inquiries. Also if you don’t plead guilty and that young girl has to be cross examined in court then you will get five years. Come on Terry we have all seen the films, we are not stupid” inspector Kruger said thinking of his solid erection when watching Terry’s films last night and he wondered how many of his team had jerked off to it.

Terry wrung his hands together as the dreaded sentence “five years'' rang through his head. “Okay I will cooperate and help the police in their inquiries” Terry answered meekly knowing that he was defeated and that he had better co-operate.

“That’s better Terry , I will get you a brilliant QC who specialises in getting short sentences for sex offenders, we can even come and get you out the nick for the day to assist in tracking down anyone who bought those films” Kruger said a cunning expression on his face. “You are a first time sex offender and I can get you into a cushy open prison with all other nonces, weekend visits to town to meet a girlfriend, keep your ears open there and give me a tinkle when you get out” Inspector Kruger promised an avuncular expression on his face.

Rohypnol

Chapter 13

“Not me darling it’s my biological programming to select the most fecund, female I can find” Rupert said laughing.

“I’ll have one with you if you want” Karlie said giggling hard.

What about getting married?” Rupert asked, thinking that he would really give the media something to talk about.  

“It’s not really important whether we are married or not” Karlie replied a serious look on her face.

Rupert realised that Karlie was sincere and he studied her symmetrical features and perfectly formed body and knew that their genes would form a super child. He hoped for a girl first because he knew that sleeping with a virgin would rejuvenate him. How it was not known but some force that increased testosterone in the male occurred leading to an increase in strength and muscle size. He had been studying and practising rejuvenation techniques for years.

Suddenly there was a ring on the doorbell and Rupert pressed a button that showed what was at the front door. “Looks like a policeman. Quick get that pipe and stuff out of site” he said getting up from the sofa. “I’ll see what he wants,” he said. He went to the door and slid back the grill. “Who is it?” he asked.

“Inspector Kruger of Scotland Yard, I would like to come in and ask Miss Karlie a few questions.”

“Have you got a warrant inspector?” Rupert asked.

“She is not under investigation, just telling her that she may be called as a witness unless she gives me a statement now. It’s just a formality anyway as we have visual evidence of proof in the way of videos” Kruger said.

“Stay here for a moment and I will tell her” Rupert replied walking away into the sitting room where Karlie and Estelle sat chatting. “Karlie there is a detective here who wants to take a statement from you, he said, or else you may be called as a witness in court” Rupert explained.

“Oh do I have to” Karlie asked as if asked to perform an unpleasant task.

“Yes I’m afraid that you do” Rupert advised.

“I’ll suppose I’ll have to then. I certainly would die if I had to go into court” Karlie admitted.

“Hello Karlie I am just going to ask you a few questions about Terry Coles” Kruger said looking at Karlie who still looked like a innocent schoolgirl but who had laughed and smiled while doing things that even he did not think that girls liked such anal intercourse, until he had watched her obviously enjoying it in Terry’s film. He felt that he had been corrupted somehow...

“All right,” Karlie replied.

“Do you remember making a sex film where you pretended to be asleep?” Kruger asked.

“No I don’t remember making any such film” Karlie replied truthfully, but she remembered her vagina and anus being sore and the feeling that something had been done to her the first time she had slept at Terry’s.

“That’s because he drugged you with Rohypnol that erases any memory of the incident” Kruger explained.

“The scoundrel” Rupert exclaimed, giving Kruger a grateful look because Karlie was being described as an innocent figure.

BOOK 2

Two years Later

Malice and Aforethought

Chapter13

Terry looked at the calendar he couldn’t believe it he had done two years, a third off for good behaviour, of a three year sentence in the Nonce’s wing, in Wormwood Scrubs, spat at, his food defiled, assaulted by inmates and screws. He was almost a broken man but there was one thing that kept him going: the thought of revenge. Revenge is so sweet and he remembered stabbing guys in gang fights at football matches in his youth and the pleasure he got from seeing the blood flow. Once he went berserk with blood lust and they had to drag him off a guy. Lord Rupert, whatever his name was, he couldn’t remember now he was on liquid cosh, he would stop, get some fucking coke and smoke it free base. He had met another convict, in for little girls, and he had told him how to do it. He told the other sex offender that when he got out he was going to kill Rupert and the two girls, Estelle and Karlie because they had ruined his life. He was going out in the morning, he couldn’t sleep and he lay in his little celibate bed and stared up at the bars.  “I can’t ever go back to my old house or haunts, I’m a ruined man, a paedophile, a nonce” the thoughts kept going through his head. His story and convictions for “the serial rape of a child under sixteen” and making and selling child porn had been all over the News of the Screws. He couldn’t go down the club anymore, have a drink with the chaps, Terry Coles the hard man who used to have a reputation for knocking out loudmouths, he would be a target for some up and coming villain to do him and get his rep. He looked in the little mirror and watched a tear roll down his face. He was going to kill himself but he wanted to take Estelle, Karlie and Lord Rupert with him to hell...

The screw opened the big main gate and Terry stepped through blinking in the bright light of day. He walked down the Wormwood Scrubs driveway towards the gate, turned right into Du Cane Road and walked along it to Acton Tube Station. He passed lots of screws ,some who recognized him, and he looked away because they knew that he was a nonce, the lowest of the low. He felt weird standing on a platform with lots of other people with his prison possessions including old copies of the News of the Screws in a holdall. His picture had been all over the papers for weeks but no-one took any notice. He had gotten fat over the last   two years because the liquid cosh had slowed down his metabolism. The train came in and he got on and made his way over to Brixton and went to a shop in the main road that he knew had a big notice board of rooms and flats and started to write down a few numbers.

Terry found a place in Acre Lane, Brixton for £120 a week and moved into a three room ground floor flat. The next day Terry bought a Mercedes SL from a showroom in Brixton. “I’ll do it tomorrow” Terry thought as he sat alone in the little Brixton flat and turned on the TV and some half dressed models gyrated around grabbing their crotches as they accompanied Madonna. “She’s a dirty fucking bitch” he thought.

The next day Terry woke up, cooked scrambled eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes, his favourite meal and sat down to eat it in the kitchen of this old Victorian house converted into flats with mod cons. The food that he had cooked had no taste. “It’s my last meal, I’ll try the coke” he thought taking a dinner spoon and bending it, filling it with ammonia that he had got in Boots and mixing in some cocaine, cocaine hydrochloride it was he knew, then he lit a candle and held the mixture of cocaine and ammonia over the flame until it bubbled. He held the solidified substance under the running tap and was amazed to see that the acid was washed away leaving the pure alkaloid. It was just as Jimmy the self admitted nonce friend of his in prison had explained. He put a piece of the white waxy looking freebase coke into the bowl of the pipe and applied the lighter to it, inhaling deeply, holding the pure coke smoke in his lungs until he felt the rush to his head. He started to feel himself grow, getting taller, power flowing into his body...

Terry drove to the army surplus shop, bought a hunting knife, rope, a pair of binoculars, a self defence pepper spray and a Taser stick. He brought his camcorder too and a tripod. “I’m gonna make a real snuff film” he thought, torture them cunts, make them bleed, make them scream the bastards and leave it for posterity.“I’ll put it up on the web that would be good” he thought cackling as he drove towards East Sussex.  He had heard a lot of rich cunts lived there.  As Terry drove he looked down at the pictures of Estelle, Karlie and Lord Rupert Thomas Rowlandson and a picture of his ancestral home in the News of Screws that he had saved from his prison newspapers, saving it for this day, keeping the newspaper open at the pictures of his intended victims as he drove to slaughter them. He had fantasised this scene a thousand times lying on a hard prison bed six inches from the floor in his cell and programmed himself to do it. He put a tape in the cassette and played Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyries and emitted a maniacal laugh, his red eyes lighting up like a devil.  “Dah, da dah, da da dah” he hummed along with the music...

Kruger’s mobile rang. “Yes inspector Kruger here” he answered.

“Earl here, the grass was right, he is on his way and I’m tailing him. Its predictable where he is going, I have plotted up on him since yesterday when he was released from the Scrubs. They nearly certified him in there, and look you had better get down here straight away” Peter Earl said a note of urgency in his voice. “There are two babies in the house as well” he said. He had been keeping up with Lord Rupert’s exploits for background to the story he was writing now.

Terry saw a sign for East Sussex and turned off the motorway onto a side road and took the sign to Battle. “I’m getting near it now,” he thought, switching off the music.  

Terry had looked Lord Rupert Thomas Rowlandson’s ancestral home up in Home and Country magazine online and there was several pictures of the Rowlandson ancestral grounds and mansion, so when it suddenly appeared in front of him a few hundred yards away he recognized it and pulled off the road onto a grassy verge. “Coming to get you” he said out loud his words mixing with the steam of his breath in the cold air. He put everything he needed to carry out his fantasy of revenge into his backpack then climbed over a small wall and made his way through some woods towards the lights of the house that he could see through the trees.

Peter Earl saw Terry’s Merc pulled off the road and parked behind it then he got out of his car and scrambled over the small wall surrounding the Rowlandson estate. He glimpsed the house through the trees and as he got closer he saw the figure of Terry entering one of the ground floor French windows.

Peter heard the sound of sirens in the distance and rang Inspector Kruger’s mobile.``Earl here, he is in the house. I will be there to meet you” he gasped, stumbling through the bushes and undergrowth as he hurried back to his car. He climbed over the little wall just as Kruger and a Firearms Squad arrived dressed in black balaclavas, armed with Heckler and Koch submachine guns and jumped from a police transit van following Kruger’s car.

“He is in the house, downstairs, follow me” Peter shouted vaulting over the wall in the excitement of the moment. He led the way at first towards the house where he could hear terrible screams, then the special police overtook him and he slowly came to a halt, puffing and blowing with the exertion that he was not used to and sat down under a tree, then he heard some shots and more screams. With an effort he climbed to his feet, camcorder at the ready. “This is Peter Earl special reporter, as you can hear there are shots and people screaming. I am going in with Scotland Yard’s special armed unit during a police raid on a suspected violent paedophile that is intent on revenge” he gasped running towards the house.

Rupert, Estelle and Karlie were just regaining consciousness to find their wrists and ankles bound, then they all started shouting and screaming as the police rushed in and shot Terry, who was threatening to stab Karlie.

As the bullets hit Terry he made one last attempt to stab Karlie and collapsed dead, spouting blood from several holes in his chest, falling across her body, his knife cutting into her breasts.

Karlie screamed loudly then fainted as she felt the knife cut into her chest and the warm blood soaking into her dress, then strong hands pulled off Terry’s dead weight

Kruger pulled a little penknife from his pocket and cut the plastic restraints round Estelle’s wrist and ankles then Rupert’s.

“You just got here in time. God only knows what he would have done to us. I tackled him but he knocked me out with a stun gun” Rupert said relief in his voice.

 “We already know he told another fucking nonce all his plans in the Scrubs and he grassed. We have been tracking him since he was released from prison yesterday and his plan was torture you all to death... Inspector Kruger explained solemnly.

The End

 Epilogue

That was the end of Terry and one time hard man and Estelle, Karlie and Rupert lived happily ever after enjoying themselves and producing a large family ménage a trois...

The Honey Trap is entirely fictitious and none of the characters or incidents bears any relationship to actual events.

Added below some drawings for the happy space

Copyright Michael J Freeman, January 2013