The Honey Trap
They looked at
each other across the table, the photos scattered across the surface of the
table of the four women and the house.
“So we all
understand?”
“We do Mister
Gold – we enter the house, take them captive, and then strip them of what we
find.”
“Correct,
Mister Blue – and if we have a little fun, so much the better.”
“I like the
look of this one,” one of them said as he pointed to one photo. “I love the thought of showing a GILF what
she can still do.”
“Well, from the
reports of all those jewels and gold in the house, it is too sweet a deal to
pass on, Mister Red.”
“How did you
hear about it, Mister Gold?”
“From an
unimpeachable source, Mister Green – so we leave in one hour, and enjoy our
evening?”
The house stood
on a hill on the outskirts of the town, a single road running from a wall that
surrounded the fields up to it. Getting
through the gates was not a problem – his source had said they were never
locked, always open, they felt they were safe.
It almost seemed too easy as they drove up the road, Mister Blue looking
out on the dim road as they moved with the headlights off.
“Who’s that,”
Mister Red said as they saw a figure come out of the door. Mister Gold looked over, and said “that one’s
Magda – runs the local furrier. Want to
make sure she cannot raise the alarm?”
“On it,” Mister
Red said with a smile as he opened the door and jumped out…
Magda looked up
into the dark sky and smiled – it was a good night, a good night for all. She was a woman who liked grey and black,
with black hair cut in a bob. The grey
fox fur gilet seemed to sparkle in the cool air, as it sat over her black roll
neck sweater and knee length scarf. Her
legs were snugly clad in dark tights, and over them a pair of over the knee black
leather boots.
As she turned
to walk back inside, she was taken by surprise by the leather gloved hand which
clamped over her mouth, and the sharp point in her back as a voice said “inside
– don’t say a word.” She stood for a
moment, considering the situation, and then walked slowly forward, the pressure
on her back not lessening as they entered the kitchen.
Looking out of
the corner of her eye, she saw three more men move in, dressed in black, one of
them saying “make sure she goes nowhere Mister Red,” as he put a bag on the
table, and then followed the other two out.
“If I take my
hand away, you going to scream?”
Magda felt the
pressure on her back increase, as she slowly shook her head, and the voice said
“Good – bend over the table, and put your hands behind your back.” As the hand was taken away, Magda bent over,
feeling her arms being pulled behind her back, wondering what she should do as
she felt the rope on her wrists pulling them together…
Yelena sat on
the ornate seat, upholstered in burnt umber leather, flicking through a
magazine as she wondered when the others would be ready. A small smile played over her lips as she
read a story of a witch getting revenge on an enemy – such stories were just
that, fables, legends…
“Don’t Move.”
As she looked
up, she saw the masked man standing there, smiling as he pointed a gun at
her. For his part, Mister Blue looked at
the Russian – her brown hair pulled back in a pigtail on tip of her head, a
cashmere grey sweater hugging her upper body, the black leather belt around her
waist and the purple velvet skirt, the dark hose, the long patent leather
patented boots in black. Truly a
beautiful woman.
“You have the
advantage of me,” Yelena finally said in her softly accented voice.
“Yes, I do,”
Mister Blue said as he walked in, “I do have the advantage of you, and you are
going to do whatever I say, aren’t you?”
“I see I have
no choice – what would you have me do?”
“For now,” he
said as he put his bag on a low table, “lie face down on that seat, and cross
your wrists behind your back. I want to
make sure you can’t stop me and my friends.”
Yelena looked
at him, and then lay down, her legs over the arm as she crossed her wrists and
looked to the side. Mister Red put the
gun down and drew a length of cord from the bag, before he quickly walked over
and tied her wrists tightly together, taking the rope around and between her
arms. As it was tied off, she looked
down her back as he crossed and secured her ankles together, and then stroked
his hands down her legs.
“Now then,” he
said quietly, “are you going to tell me where the gold and jewels are, or do I
need to persuade you?”
Olga sat at the
table in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror and smiling to
herself. Taking off the fox fur jacket
and letting it fall to the floor, she adjusted the collar of her white blouse
as it sat over her short black dress, and then looked down at the camouflage
print long leather boots that were on over her hose covered legs.
The sound of
the door opening brought a smile to her face – a smile that disappeared as she
turned round, replaced by a shocked look as she said “what the…”
“Hello, bitch,”
Mister Gold said as he and Mister Green came in. “We’re in charge now – questions?”
She shook her
head as Mister Green walked over and pulled the headband from her short dark
hair, and then looked at her. “Lie on
the bed,” he said as he looked over to the large four poster bed, “when I have
you secured there, we will discuss your jewels.”
“Do I have a
choice,” Olga said quietly.
“No – move!”
She stood up
and moved over, lying with her head on the pillows as he said “can you help me
here Mister Gold?”
“Spread eagled?”
Mister Green
nodded as they each took one of Olga’s wrists, tying one end of a length of
rope tightly round it and then pulling it to the sides as the other end was
secured to a pillar at the head of the bed.
She looked from side to side as her wrists were secured, and then down
as they repeated the process on her ankles, pulling her legs to the side as her
skirt rode up, unable to move as her body was stretched out.
“I need to find
the other one – keep her occupied,” Mister Gold said as he walked off, Mister
Green nodding as he grabbed Olga’s face and whispered “jewels – tell me where
they are…”
Val looked up
as she heard a noise, and smiled to herself as she checked the papers on her
desk again. The door opening made her
look up, then put the pen down as she said “so – a break in.”
Mister Gold
looked at her, in her black silk blouse, knee length skirt and long black
leather boots, smiling as he rubbed his chin and said “yeah – you going to
cause any problems?”
“I take it you
have already found the other women.”
“My friends are
taking real good care of them – I ask again, will you give me any trouble?”
Val thought for
a moment, and then shook her head as he walked behind her, taking a length of
rope from the bag and pulling her arms behind her back before he secured them
together at her elbows. She looked at
the way her chest was forced out, the blouse straining, as the rope went around
and between her elbows, and then around her wrists, forcing them together as
she flexed her fingers.
“I will not be raising
the alarm then,” she said as Mister Gold wrapped the rope around her upper
body, stretching her blouse even more as he did so.
“No – so start
talking…”
Magda looked
down as the bands of white rope framed her chest, the fur gilet pulled to the
side as they were pulled tighter and tighter by Mister Red, and then secured
further behind her back. She controlled
her breathing, trying not to think of what may happen next as she was frog
marched past the drawing room, and then into a large front room.
Mister Red
looked round as he closed the door, and then pushed Magda over to an Ottoman,
waiting as she sat down before he produced another length of rope, and lifted
her feet onto his knee, crossing her ankles before he started to bind them as
tightly as her wrists and arms.
“What are you
going to do to me,” she said quietly as she looked at him.
Mister Red
stared at her for a moment, and then pulled the rope tight between her legs,
securing the ends before he let them drop to the floor, and then bound her legs
together below her knees, his eyes fixed on her chest as she breathed in and
out. She could feel his hands on her
legs as he pulled them together, the rope compressing the leather as it was
secured, and then he looked at her.
“Kneel down,”
he said, Magda nodding as she fell onto her knees, looking at him as he pulled
the gilet to the side, and pressed his hands onto her chest, kneading and massaging
them as she said “no – you don’t know what you are doing?”
“Oh I think I
do,” Mister Red whispered as he gripped them firmly, a sensation like fire
starting to run through her as despite herself, she moaned and started to respond.
He looked at
her as the thought of the treasure started to ebb from his mind, his focus
shifting and changing, as he stood up and opened the front of his pants.
“No,” she
whispered quietly as she saw his cock spring out, firm, hard, “no, please…”
“Shut up,”
Mister Red said quietly as he pressed it into her face, Magda looking at him as
she gently kissed it, and then opening her mouth, taking it in and pushing it
out with a soft pop as he held her head.
“Again…”
Yelena let out
a soft gasp as Mister Blue pulled the rope up between her legs, forcing her
skirt up as it rubbed on her panties and hose, while he took it up and tied it
to her ankles which were sitting on her bottom.
Her arms were tied tightly to her sides, the band of rope cinched between
her arms and her body, and her ankles and legs secured with cinched
bindings. The rope round her waist and
between her legs had been a last addition on his part, and she wondered what he
was going to do next as he looked at her.
“Now – where do
you keep your valuables?”
“IF I tell
you,” Yelena said quietly, “will you leave me alone?”
“If you do not
tell me,” Mister Blue said into her ear, “I will hurt you.” For a second, he thought something had
happened to her eye, but when she said “no – no I’ll tell you” he smiled as he
said “go on…”
As she spoke,
he looked at her, and then started to pull on the crotch rope, Yelena squealing
as she said “please – don’t do that…”
“Oh shut up,”
he said as he pushed a sponge ball into her mouth, and then wound duct tape
round her head, to silence her, before he continued to move the rope, Yelena
groaning as she wriggled round and the ropes rubbed on her…
“Now was that
so bad?”
Olga shook her
head as she tried to pull on the ropes, Mister Green watching as he said “I
told you they would hold.” She looked at
him, as her eyes bored into his, and he rubbed his chin before he said “maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
She looked at
him, and then ran his gloved hand down the inside of her leg, and back up under
the skirt of her dress as she felt his hand on her crotch. “Hmmm – you’re damp there,” he said quietly
as he looked at her, running his finger up and down her clit as she groaned and
looked at him.
Looking to the side,
and then into her eyes again, Mister Green put both hands under her skirt, as
she felt and heard the gusset of her pantyhose ripping, and then his gloved finger
on her damp, sensitive mound.
“No – please
god, no…”
“I need you to
be quiet,” he said as he looked at her, and then picked up a pair of her
panties which were on the floor, pushing them into her mouth as he said “if you
spit those out, you die, understand?”
Olga nodded as
she felt his finger working her, and then his lips as he pulled her skirt up
and kissed her clit, his tongue running up it as she squirmed and felt the
shocks running over her.
“Let me reward
you for been a good girl,” he said quietly as he knelt on the bed between her
legs, massaging her chest as her legs moved from side to side, the leather
squeaking as she felt her nipples harden, and then her breasts firming as she
twisted round.
Then he let his
pants drop, and she saw how aroused he was, fearing what was to come next…
“I told you the
combination,” Val whispered as Mister Gold stood behind her, “what else are you
going to do?”
“Oh it’s very
nice,” Mister Gold whispered into her ear as he pulled her blouse open, firmly
pressing on her chest as he did so, “but that’s not all there is, is it?”
Val groaned
again as she twisted round. Her upper
body was secured with bands of rope, and a further length used to form a rope
bra as they pressed onto her already enlarged chest, while her ankles and her
legs below her knees were tied together with rope.
“I don’t know
what you mean…”
“The gold,
where is it?”
Val groaned
again as his fingers sunk into her chest, making her shiver as she said
“the…. The cellar… But it is an optical lock…”
“Well then –
we’ll go there,” Mister Gold said as he pinched Val’s breast, making her yelp
as the sponge ball was pushed into her mouth, and then the black tape pressed
firmly over her lips. He threw her over
her shoulder, smacking her bottom as she wriggled on his shoulder, and marched
her to the hallway.
Everything was
going according to plan…
“Hmgghhdd….”
Magda was
groaning as Mister Ed’s cock grew larger in her mouth, his grip on her head
forcing her to keep it there as her tongue played with it, and she slowly
sucked it, feeling the throbbing on her tongue as it grew larger, expanding,
forcing her tongue down as the tip touched the back of her throat.
“Yes… Oh yes,” he whispered as she felt himself
starting to respond to her attentions, tightening the grip on her hair as the throbbing
intensified, the pleasant pressure inside himself as he forced her to continue.
She glanced up
at him as she felt the sensations on her tongue, knowing he was coming closer
to a climax as she teased and brought him on.
Soon, soon, it would all be over, and she would be free of him…
The throbbing,
the pressure, was coming to a head as Mister Red closed his eyes, feeling her
tongue as it moved on him, the sucking getting stronger, the pressure almost unbearable…
And then he
came, shooting his sperm into her mouth as she swallowed, his grip tight on her
hair as she looked up, hoping he was enjoying what was happening. Mister Red closed his eyes as he said “oh my
god – that is so good – I think you’ve earned a rest now – oh MY GOD!”
The last scream
came as he fell backwards, looking at his cock as it sat in Magda’s mouth,
bitten clean through by a set of razor sharp teeth. He stared down at the bleeding stump between
his legs, as Magda started to growl, her body expanding and growing large as
the ropes snapped, the fur gilet seeming to spread over her whole body as her
face elongated, her nose flattened, and seemed to become black at the tip, her
hands and feet becoming paws with long claws.
“My turn,” she
growled as she stood up, swallowing what was in her mouth as Mister Red looked
at the beast before her, and then screamed as she jumped forward…
“What was
that?”
As Mister Blue
heard the noise, he pulled harder on the rope, Yelena opening her eyes wide and
shaking as the orgasm washed over her while she lay on the couch. He let her go as she panted into the gag, and
walked to the door, looking out as he heard the growls.
“You must have
a dog here – I hope he’s allergic to lead,” he said quietly as he turned round
– and his face turned white as Yelena started to kneel on the chair. Her purple skirt seemed to be growing longer,
wrapping itself round her legs and feet and becoming what looked more like a
tail as scales started to appear. Her
arms also seemed to merge into her sides as the rope fell off, but it was her
face, which was flattening, her hair seeming to form a black hood as her eyes
turned yellow, her pupils becoming slits as she turned and looked at the masked
man.
Mister Blue was
rooted to the spot as she slowly slid over, wrapping her body round him as she
slowly squeezed and she felt his body begin to be crushed…
“Oh yes – oh
yes that is good,” Mister Greene said as he pushed himself into Olga, the older
woman looking up at him as she felt his cock inside her, rubbing on her most
sensitive of areas, gripping him tightly as she pushed her hips up to meet
him. Her body was screaming at her to do
this, to take him, to take what he was giving, as she felt the throbbing on the
walls of her passage, and also felt her own passion rising in response.
She looked at
him as he closed his eyes, and moved with him, in response to his own passions,
making sure she was in step with him, wanting him to know exactly what was
going to happen, how it was going to feel…
And then it
came, as he threw his head back and shot into her, the hot fluid combining with
her own fluids as the orgasm washed over her, filling her, transforming her as
she threw her head back and screamed out as well, the cool sweat on her body
almost evaporating as she did so.
And then Mister
Green looked at her, wanting to withdraw – but her grip on him was total, as
she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“What… What are you…”
“Stupid man,”
she said in a deep voice as she spat the panties out of her mouth, “thinking
you were in charge here. You’re not – I
am…”
She watched as
he opened his mouth in a silent scream, seeming to grow smaller as she felt him
slipping even further into her, his head slowly been pulled down between her
legs as she smiled even more, and watched him as he was pulled completely into
her. She then looked to her arms and
legs, snapping the ropes as if they were string as she sat up, stood on the
floor, and then left the room.
As she walked
down the stairs, she saw Yelena emerging from a room, and through the door she
caught a glimpse of the snakeskin discarded on the floor. “Perhaps you want some new boots form that,”
she said with a smile. “Where is he?”
“Digesting,”
she said with a grin as the door to the other room opened, and Magda walked
out, wiping her chin as she said “we need to get that cleaned later. You two?”
They both
nodded as Yelena said “what about Val?”
“There are four
of them,” Magda said quietly, “let’s go and make some coffee – she will join us
soon…”
“Very
sophisticated,” Mister Gold said as he forced Val to look into the optical
reader, hearing the beep and the locks opening as the heavy metal door swung
open. He carried her inside, propping
her against the wall as he looked at the stacks of gold, the cobwebs glistening
in the electric light as he ran his hand over them.
“Well, this is
going to be a lovely haul – I need to get the others,” he said quietly as he
started to turn – and then he looked up, and said “what the…”
A number of
white cocoons were hanging from the roof, and as he looked at the, he began to
wonder what had made them – which was when he heard the noise behind him, and
slowly turned.
Val was there,
the ropes burst and falling to the floor as she started to transform before his
eyes, the tape ripping away from her mouth as two fangs started to appear, four
legs bursting from her sides as she started to lean forward, her body changing
and filling out as her eyes seemed to multiply in terms of the number of
irises.
He tried to
back away, but she grabbed him in her arms, smiling as she started to produce
silk from between her legs, winding it tightly round him as she said “supper
time I think….” in a lisping, hissing voice.
The cocoon grew round him, covering his chest and arms, his neck, his
mouth, his head…
“There you
are,” Val said as she came into the kitchen, brushing herself down, “I need to
fix this outfit now.”
“We need to
clean up first,” Magda said as she handed her a coffee mug, “but we have all
fed, and you can feed for a few more days as well. The honey trap worked perfectly.”
“Indeed,” Val
said with a smile, “I wonder who we can attract next…”
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