Caught on Camera

With that, Hardcastle smiled, turned and strolled off the stage and they were left alone. For a moment all was serene. Then Hardcastle's voice ethereally came through the speakers.

"I think it's time for them to undress each other. Don't you agree, diners?"

Another cheer.

Carl looked at Victoria.

"Undress me first. I will shield you as best I can." He whispered

Slowly, painfully aware of the cheer that met the removal of each item of clothing she stripped Carl. With only his boxer shorts left she hesitated and he lowered his head and nodded with resignation.

"Do it." He ordered and she cringed

She slid his boxer shorts down to his feet, dropped to her knees and, as he lifted each foot out, gently slid them away from him.

As a cacophony of catcalls, wolf whistles, whoops and theatrical gasps broke out around the room, she pressed her body to his and shielded him from their gaze. He was trembling with humiliation as his once proud penis pressed pitifully against her, a warm fleshy tube, scared and needing protection.

Victoria looked at him and nodded, anger fuelling a new sense of power. She threw aside her reserved suburban housewife persona and stood proudly defiant.

Carl reached behind her back and slowly lowered the zip of her dress. Apologetically looking into her eyes he pulled each strap off her shoulders and, with a determined shrug, she let the dress fall to the floor. She took a step back and with a look of strength and resolve, quickly stripped off her bra. Her breasts burst from their confinement, the nipples stiffening and pointing invitingly at his naked body. She knew that now she wanted his cock to stand proud too. Yes! She wanted his cock, and yes, she wanted it deep in her cunt, and screw these sick wankers!

She turned and faced her tormentors with only the tiny knickers stretched tight across her pubic mound, her nipples standing proud and her legs spread. She backed onto him to protect his dignity and instead offered them her own.

A lone voice shouted out. Throwing into disarray her new found confidence.

"Thrash her!"

Unable to make it out at first she looked around confused, but the lone voice turned into two, then four and soon the chorus of voices overwhelmed her and she felt a completely new dread.

"Thrash her! THRASH HER!"

A steady, low whirring sound could now be heard and it was with total bewilderment that Carl and Victoria noticed the thin silver cable lowering from the ceiling, ending in a large hook around which was a rope attached to two leather bracelets. It stopped at waist level and the unseen Hardcastle's voice boomed over the speakers

"Place her wrists in the bracelets, and don't forget to fasten securely!"

An expectant titter wafted across the room.

Confused, Carl obeyed the instructions and the whirring renewed. With terror in her eyes Victoria found her arms hoisted higher and higher above her head until it was all she could do to keep her high heels on the floor. She tried desperately to keep her balance and slowly rotated around, floundering.

"I do believe I see items of clothing left!" Came Hardcastle's voice with fake incredulity.

"Please be so kind as to remove them."

With reluctance and abject humility in his eyes Carl slid Victoria's knickers to the floor, rolled her stockings to just above her heels and stood back begging forgiveness from her eyes.

Suddenly a blinding light flooded the platform from hidden banks of spotlights and in the stark revealing light her nakedness and vulnerability became completely exposed.

The chant of "Thrash her!" restarted and swelled until suddenly something landed out of the now much deeper shadows to land on the bed with a dull thwack.

"Be so kind as to pick it up." The voice from the speakers ordered, and Carl, shielding his eyes from the unforgiving light, obeyed.

Victoria rotated unsteadily and her eyes followed Carl's to the short glossy, black leather strap that he picked up. A couple of inches longer than a school ruler and slightly wider but with a stiffness that implied considerable thickness it filled her with a horrible feeling of dread. Her knees buckled with total terror and disbelief as he walked uncertainly towards her, and she realised with horror what was about to happen.

Their eyes met and his pleaded with hers to forgive him. He swung her around and with her back to him she flinched as the cold leather stroked her buttocks.

"Shall we say six strokes?" Hardcastle's voice asked the audience.

Victoria hung her head, broken with fear as cries of "MORE!" echoed round the room and Hardcastle appeared for an interminable time to consider the idea.

"No, I think six is sufficient for her to learn her lesson. But let's have the very best six please, we will all know if you hold back!"

The diners confirmed this

Carl looked sorrowfully at Victoria's bottom, leaned forward and whispered in her ear

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me and try to be brave"

With that, and not wishing to prolong her torment, he stepped back, and with a vicious hiss the black strap thwacked agonisingly into her trembling buttocks.

She screamed and a satisfied whoop arose from the audience.

Any preconceived idea she might have harboured that she could weather this immediately evaporated. Tears streamed down her cheeks and sweat ran in thin rivulets down between her breasts to end up threading through her pubic hair and... Christ! She realised she was getting wet? Hanging there gently swinging, broken and humiliated, a strange sensual pleasure was slowly surging up her body. She raised her head as a totally remorseful Carl kneeled and kissed on the burning red stripe that had flared so painfully behind her.

As he stood she turned her head and blinking away the tears, said in a defiant voice.

"Fuck them, just do it. Let's make this OUR night, not theirs!"

"Try to clench your buttocks and stay strong." Carl advised, strengthened and immensely proud of her new resolve.

Carl laid the strap across her again, she moaned but remained defiant, staring out into the room, her muscles clenching with anticipation of the next stroke.

Carl continued the strokes with a predictable rhythm that gave her a chance to prepare herself for the stinging pain that burned across her bottom in scalding waves. She was strong again now, the sensual surges almost balancing the painful ones. With the last stroke about to fall Carl paused in mid air as Hardcastle's voice interrupted. The crowd had gone quiet, powerless to goad the couple anymore.

"Well done, most enjoyable. Regrettably only one more to go. Let's make it count shall we?"

Chants of "Make it count!" swelled up around the room as the diners found their voice again and Carl desperately looked for any remaining patches of skin left unmarked on Victoria's glowing bottom. Finding none he cursed and with just enough extra effort to satisfy the jackals he brought the strap down with a crack like a pistol shot that made her cry out as a dark red welt rose on her already ridged and tortured skin.

Carl dropped the strap and stood dismayed, his penis limp with shame, as she hung slowly turning, the lights giving everyone in the room a chance to savour the sight of her burning, cruelly striped buttocks. Carl looked up as the whirring noise returned and as her wrists came within reach he released her and, pausing only to pick up the strap and angrily hurl it into the darkness, he took her in his arms whilst she hung from his neck like a limp doll.

The sound of breaking glass and a curse from where the strap had landed afforded him some satisfaction as his hands tried to soothe her ravaged buttocks with feather soft strokes.

She sighed and with a sudden forcefulness he wasn't expecting dropped to her knees and with aching hands, grabbed his cock with a vice like grip and with long, slow, vital strokes gradually returned it to its towering magnificence.

Like a starving animal she plunged down on it and engulfed it with her mouth, whilst her tongue tormented him and saliva ran in rivers down the rest of his shaft and glistened on his tangle of pubic hair. His stomach and thigh muscles tensed and strained as he struggled to complement her desperate, frantic bobbing and, close to climax, he pushed her away and carried her to the bed.

Carl pulled off her heels and stockings and she threw herself back and wriggled her hips forward to the edge. With shoulders pressed tight against the bed Victoria's stomach arched and she lifted her vulva towards him. With a flagrant disregard for the sharp brilliant light that so clearly exposed every detail, she spread her legs wide apart and offered herself to him. She smiled, indicating with her eyes exactly what she wanted him to do with the glistening wet pink genitalia now so deliciously revealed.

She was wanton, depraved and with a hunger she had never experienced before, she wrenched his head into the warm, wet mass of delicate raw flesh and aching nerve endings that were so swollen with need.

Just as he approached imminent suffocation he found himself suddenly pushed away and a series of seismic judders rocked the bed which moved several centimetres backwards. Her legs clamped together and as the cry that had only just echoed back from the corner of the room died, she smiled and beckoned him to enter her.

"Fuck me Carl, just bloody fuck me!" She shouted in a voice that took command of him and the rest of the room.

The few timid handclaps that quickly died out reminded them that they were still being observed but by now she told herself she didn't give a shit. She was alive, had the most glorious cock in the world in both hands aimed straight at her cunt, and was having the time of her life.

She recovered quickly and pulled him into her, guiding him inside. He entered her, filled her, and as he pulled back she thrust forward desperate not to lose a single inch of him, His thrust quickened and she echoed him stroke for stroke until with the cry of a mortally injured animal he exploded inside her. She screamed with a cry that rattled the chandelier above them and a rolling wave of uncontrollable spasms vibrated the bed.

Finally spent, they rolled apart.

Hardcastle in his familiarly smutty manner announced:

"The evening has, it appears, come to a climax!" The room erupted into wild applause, cheers and to both Victoria and Carl's surprise, a standing ovation!

Exhausted and floating in their own private world, they smiled back despite themselves. The bright lights were killed and the room returned to its earlier infinitely more subtle atmosphere.

They lay entangled in each other's limbs. They were both now drained, and she was euphorically happy. Only the warm trickles still running down her thighs and puddling on the crumpled bed cover remained as evidence of the sheer animal coupling that had occurred so shortly before. They were sticky with each other's intimate juices and completely sated.

Carl rose, wrapped her in the bed cover and so shielded she wriggled into her underwear and then her dress, picked up her heels and handed him his boxer shorts, but not before giving his cock an affectionate squeeze. They dressed and returned to their table where another bottle of champagne stood with fresh glasses.

The Next Morning.

She left his room early in the morning. The writhing, uninhibited whore of the night before had now reverted to the quiet suburban housewife. After pausing to take one last look at his sleeping naked body she planted a fond kiss on the tip of his soft penis and crept back to her room, showered and packed.

Exiting the lift she crossed to the reception where Hardcastle was standing waiting for her nervously.

"I do hope you enjoyed your stay." He said in a subdued voice, quietly sliding a DVD filled envelope over to her. She eyed him stonily, picked it up and then took him completely by surprise by breaking into a warm happy smile and replying;

"Thank you, I had an absolutely wonderful time!"

With that she had turned and, with a jaunty spring to her step, left though the revolving doors with the hotel porter struggling behind in her wake. She stopped for a moment to smile fondly up to the window of Carl's room and stepped into the waiting taxi.

"That's her!" One of the figures in the cigarette end littered doorway opposite excitedly nudged his companion, who was taking a long drag on his smoke.

"Put on the best show ever according to Frederico, the wine steward."

"Recorded?" Fred asked hopefully.

"Nah, bloody system error killed the cameras and would you believe it, wiped the swimming pool stuff too." Replied Harry with annoyance

"We still got the DVD?" A thoroughly disappointed Fred whined hopefully.

"Fucking Hardcastle took the only copy." Harry spat in disgust and they tossed their cigarette ends to the kerb and crossed the road to the staff entrance.

James Hetherington was waiting at Charing Cross station as Victoria climbed from the taxi. He kissed her and picking up her bag, escorted her to the platform where they climbed into a first class carriage. Noticing her far-away dreamy expression he asked smiling;

"Have a good time love?"

"Fantastic," She beamed warmly and gripped his hand affectionately

Victoria searched her husband's eyes and with a intense seriousness started to ask the question that had been puzzling her since last night;

"Thank you so much for doing all that for me, but how on earth did you know?"

He looked a little guilty, but he did owe her an explanation.

"Chrissie!" He answered, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"That little bitch, I should have guessed!" She exploded with laughter

Chrissie was her closest friend from student days. One weekend, years ago when she had rowed with James they had holed up in Chrissie's flat, smoked pot and over a bottle of wine had shared with each other all their deepest and darkest fantasies. They had been so completely honest with each other that neither had mentioned it since.

"We tried not to make it too obvious, did you suspect?"

"Not really until later in the dinner and by then I was so into it I just wanted to follow it through" She blushed, deeply embarrassed by the confession.

She hesitated and shyly asked, wriggling slightly in her seat;

"Who's idea was the strap? I don't even remember telling Chrissie about that one!"

"Carl! He felt he was really getting to know you."

"Bastard!" She laughed, quietly delighted.

But inside her stomach still churned madly when she thought of him.

"Was he real?" She asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer

"Largely!" James smirked, and they both collapsed into a fit of giggles and Victoria went bright scarlet

"But seriously," He continued;

"Carl was an absolute gent, he had serious concerns that you might get hurt and when he spoke to me on the night after the swimming pool he wanted to confess everything and just enjoy the next day with you naturally. He's very fond of you."

She kissed him and whispered;

"Thank you so much darling. It was a wonderful birthday!"

Victoria then added wickedly;

"It's also Chrissie's fiftieth soon - just wait until you hear her fantasies!"