Michele And The Predator Ch. 02 free porn video

The Predator was satisfied with his first taste of the woman who he had bent over the kitchen table and held captive; but he was far from finished with her. The snooty bitch had been taught her first lesson for the evening; his warm issue dribbling down her stockinged legs was evidence of that. "I bet she's never been taken in the rear before," he thought to himself. He was still befuddled why she was wearing pantyhose under stockings though? Maybe she had really bad varicose veins or maybe her legs were just pale and untanned? These society bitches were all so vain about their appearances, that's what attracted him to them.

The Predator pulled the woman up by her handcuffed wrists and heard her grunt into the ball-gag as she tottered on her high-heels. He pushed her down the corridor to where he knew her bedroom was located at the rear or the house. He couldn't help but become excited again as he looked at her round bottom and shapely nylon encased legs as she staggered ahead of him down the hall; he started to think what he was going to do next and started to stiffen in his jeans. When he got to the bedroom door he pushed her hard so that the bitch was propelled forward and fell face down on to the bed.

The Predator looked excitedly at the woman sprawled before him on her bed; her white A-line skirt had ridden up revealing the crotch of her full-cut red nylon panties and the lacy tops of her taupe high-sheen stockings, the tops of her thighs were framed magnificently by the black lace of the nylon full-slip. He opened his fly and coaxed his member to a full erection. God he loved this!

Michele lay sprawled on her bed; feeling completely exposed and helpless. She could feel his sticky come still dribbling from her back passage and she felt so degraded lying there with her skirt riding up revealing her red nylon panties and the lacy stocking tops; she wished she had never experimented with crossdressing; it was her fault, she should be ashamed of herself. She was even more ashamed that she had orgasmed when the predator had sodomised her; "my God, when would this end," she thought. Then she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper opening and looked up to see the man open his fly and stroke his member until it was rock hard. Michele groaned into her gag and wondered what was going to happen next; how could this a****l become aroused again so fast!

The Predator jumped onto the bed beside the woman; his hard member wobbling out in front him. He undid his belt and shucked down his jeans and underwear and kicked off his shoes when his clothing bunched at his ankles then he pulled off his socks so that he was naked from the waist down. The woman lay still on the bed breathing heavily through her nose because of the ball gag in her mouth. He worked his way into the middle of the bed so that his crotch was level with the woman's face. He reached out and turned her head so that she was facing his erect penis, it bobbed up and down in front of her pretty face. This was the part he really loved, but it was also the most dangerous! He warned the woman that he was about to take the ball gag out of her mouth and if she cried out or attempted to bite he would beat her until she begged him to stop. To prove his point he slapped her once across the face. He looked into her pretty heavily made-up eyes and saw the beginnings of a single tear; then the tear ran down her face leaving a small streak of mascara. The Predator figured she had got the message and reached behind her head and released the gag.

Michele screamed inside as the man jumped onto the bed; his erection wobbling out in front him and removed his clothing from the waist down. It would have been a comical sight in any other circumstances; the man struggling out of his jeans as his cock bounced up and down in front of him; but Michele was starting to realise what was going to happen next as the man moved forward and his erection approached her face. She could smell her musk on his manhood from when he had fucked her arse and she saw a bead of clear pre-seminal fluid form at the eye of his glans. Michele could not really understand the warning he issued but when he slapped her face she understood his intent. Her face stung and her head was reeling as the man reached behind her head and ripped off the ball gag; she gasped as the gag was released and managed to say one word: "Please!" before the b**st pushed his cock into her mouth and grabbed the sides of her face and held her there while he fucked her face.

The Predator had done this to all of his victims and always loved the shocked expression on their faces as his cock invaded their mouths. The woman was so stunned that she didn't even think of biting; instead her lips clamped over his shaft and her tongue began slaver around the head of his penis as she tried to eject his member without biting it. The Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands held her face steady as he pushed his cock back and forth between her lipsticked lips. She could do nothing, trussed as she was, except capitulate.

The Predator looked down and was aroused and excited by the sight in front of him. The woman was heavily made-up (which he loved); her pretty face was framed by her brunette hair which hung to her shoulders and fringed her brows, her eyes were outlined in back eyeliner and her lashes heavily mascared. Pale blue eye shadow blending to a shade of dark pink coloured her sparkling eyes, her cheeks were heavily rouged, defining the lines of her cheekbones, her lips were coated in with a deep plum red lipstick; and sticking out of her matronly but attractive face was his pink, hard cock. He looked down her body at her arse and legs and then slid his eyes back up again to the woman's face and began to fuck her mouth harder.

Michele was still stunned from the slap as the rubbery flesh invaded her mouth and her first reaction was to eject the foul tasting monster. She was conscious of the fact that if she bit the invading penis she would suffer badly, so she clamped her lips over the man's shaft and tried to eject it. Michele pushed her tongue onto head of his penis and tasted a male cock for the first time. It was not what she expected; it was not salty as she had read it described so many times, but more of a creamy floury taste with an undercurrent of musk. She could also taste her own lipstick and perfume, and god help her if she didn't feel a stirring in her panties as her own member began to stiffen. Then she felt the man start to push his cock in and out of her mouth, groaning with pleasure. Michele realised that her attempts to expel his member were in fact arousing the man further; her tongue slathering along his glands and her lips tight against the taut sleek skin of his shaft were in no way effective in ejecting the invading penis, they were having the opposite effect. Michele decided that there was no way she was going to be able to repel his attack and decided that she would try to excite the man as much as possible so that he would get this barbaric act over with as soon as possible. As the Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands holding her face steady, she started to suck on the intruding member and work her tongue over his glans as her lipsticked lips moved up and down the shaft.

The Predator used long slow strokes so that the woman could breathe through her nose in time with his thrusts; he didn't want her gagging. Her soft lips and tongue were proving extremely arousing on the delicate nerves of his manhood. He loved it when he pulled back and the flange of his glans was between her lips and then the slippery feel of her wet tongue slavering his cock as he thrust into her face. If he didn't know better he would think the bitch was encouraging him.

The Predator felt his orgasm begin as his scrotum contracted and his penis started to convulse. Waves of pleasure shot though him as he felt his semen churn out of his scrotal sac and begin to shoot along the channel inside his cock, searching for release through the opening in the eye of his glans; the hot load spurned on by the blood engorged spongy walls of his shaft contracting and convulsing. The Predator held the woman's face hard and steady; he allowed the first few squirts of his ejaculate to stream into her hot wet mouth and then he pulled his cock back and out of her mouth; the head of his cock plopping out over her lips as the first jet of hot sticky semen ejaculated out of the eye of his convulsing cock.

Michele sucked and licked the invading penis as it ****d her mouth; she was increasingly aware of the gossamer feel of her silky lingerie and stockings, the taste of her own lipstick and the light caress of her hair on her face. She could not help but become further aroused; the fact that she was cuffed and vulnerable added to her pleasure and allowed her to find an excuse for her debased reaction to this invasion of her sanctity; after all what could she do? All she could do, she rationalised, was to capitulate and to try to bring this brutal action to a swift end. Then Michele realised what was happening as the man quickened his pace and she felt his organ begin to contract and convulse. Her mouth filled with warm yeasty semen; it didn't seem to spurt out of his cock as she expected it would, it seemed more to just suddenly appear in her mouth. Michele couldn't escape the eroticism of giving her first fellatio, even if it was against her will; she felt herself ejaculate into her panties again, the warm flood of her own ejaculate soaking her panties and pantyhose as she swallowed his seed. Then the man pulled back suddenly and his cock plopped out of her mouth and she felt streams of hot sticky semen start to splash onto her face.

The Predator moaned with pleasure as stream after stream of white, warm fluid shot all over the woman's face; he rubbed his cock on her cheeks, her lips and her nose; coming all over her. A long rope of semen ran from the woman's brow, across her eye and onto her nose; as his cock rubbed against her face the semen mixed with her makeup and began to make a colour palate of semen, makeup and lipstick all over her eyes, cheeks and lips. He forced his cock back into her mouth as the last convulsions of his orgasm consumed him.

The Predator sighed as the last of his issue spent into her lipsticked smeared mouth; he stared into her scared, pretty eyes, now panda-like with the mixture of semen, mascara and eyeliner smudged all around them. God he loved to do this to these stuck up matrons. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face again, the sperm and makeup now mixing with her tears. He let go of her face as she began to sob and rolled her over so that she was on her back, face up so that she could watch his final degrading act. He moved down the bed and grabbed a handful of her pristine white skirt and wiped the congealed mess of come and makeup off his cock with it. Her skirt was stained black and red by her makeup and silvery gobs of sperm were mixed in with the mess. "That'll stain," he laughed wickedly at the stuck up matron lying handcuffed on the bed before him.

The Predator finished wiping the mess on her skirt that was now rucked around her waist, and then he noticed the stain in the front of her red nylon panties. He knew that the spend from when he had fucked her had stained her underwear, he had seen the results of his orgasm on her buttocks and thighs; but he hadn't touched her cunt yet; he was saving that for later; so why was there wet semen all over the front of her panties? Then he saw the bulge there straining against the nylon pantyhose and panty gusset and slowly but surely he realised what it was! This fucking woman had a cock!!! What the fuck???

The Predator was stunned; it dawned upon him what had happened; he had fucked and been fellated by a transvestite. A man dressed as a woman! He looked at the pathetic sight lying before him on the bed and laughed. He thought to himself that she was just as good as any 'real' woman he had fucked; and she sure wasn't going to be telling anybody about this evening, that's for sure; you could see the look of terror and disgust in her eyes. He might as well enjoy the rest of the evening. He started making plans to do just that.

Michele lay sprawled and cowered on the bed; she saw the look on the face of the Predator as he realised what he was dealing with and she watched his face change from surprise to cruel calculation. She lay there shivering as the Predator strolled around her bedroom and examined her secret things. Michele was reviled as the b**st toyed with her makeup and wig collection; she heard him snigger to himself as he opened her wardrobe and rifled through the hangers inspecting her clothes. She was revolted when he opened her lingerie drawers and pulled out various items of intimate apparel; she gagged when he lifted a pair of her satin panties to his face and sniffed at them and then rubbed them sensuously on his cheek, the nylon rasping on his five o'clock shadow.

The Predator started to hatch his plan. How he loved to humiliate the upper class bitches he preyed upon; this would be even sweeter. This pansy transvestite couldn't do a thing to protect himself; he was obviously 'in the closet' (he sniggered to himself at the pun and was delighted when the transvestite bitch shivered at his evil laugh). The Predator had thought of the transvestite as a 'her' so far and decided he could deal with the situation better if he continued to think of 'him' as a 'her'. Yes he was going to have some fun with this bitch! He dragged her off the bed and into the bathroom. He spoke only enough to get his message through to the shocked whore; "Wash, makeup, dress! The clothes I want you to wear will be on the bed; wear the blond wig! You better look fucking good when you come out of this bedroom bitch or I'll handcuff you to the front fence still dressed as a woman so that all of your stuck up snooty neighbours can see what they have been living next to!" He slammed the bathroom door shut.

Michele pulled herself up off the cold bathroom tiles and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth; her mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow had blended together with the Predator's semen and was smeared around her eyes and had run down her cheeks in dark rivulets. Her brunette wig was dishevelled and clumps of her hair were matted, glued together by the hideous man's issue from when he had spent himself over her face. She tore off the wig and turned away from the mirror and turned on the shower; turning up the hot water until she could barely stand to hold her hand under it. She looked at the water cascading across her painted fingernails and began to sob uncontrollably; she hated herself. Why did she have this uncontrollable urge to dress like a woman!!! She had got what she deserved she thought as she removed her jewellery; dressing up like some high class hooker had attracted this revolting vile man! Michele started tearing off her clothes; she pulled her semen and makeup stained white skirt down around her ankles and kicked it into the corner of the bathroom; her high-heels sk**ded on the tiled floor as she kicked and she slipped and landed heavily on her arse. Now she started to laugh uncontrollably; she realised that her sobbing and laughing were symptoms of shock due to what had happened to her; being violated in her own home. She tore off her blouse and it joined the wig and skirt in the corner. She propped her back against the hard wall and reached down and unbuckled her high-heels; they too joined the growing heap of womanly attire.

Michele slithered out of her slip and she couldn't suppress a flash of arousal as the slinky garment slid down her stockinged legs creating a little electric shock of pleasure. She suppressed the feeling and felt further disgust with herself for having such a feeling at a time like this. Michele was becoming enraged with herself now and she grabbed at her garterbelt and the waistband of her pantyhose and nylon panties and pulled them down around her ankles in one tangled bunch. She reached down to the stockings and pantyhose clinging to her ankles and pulled them over her pretty painted toes and scrunched them, along with her panties and garterbelt, into a perfumed silky ball of nylon and lace which she also kicked unceremoniously into the corner with the rest of her clothes. She did not want to touch her lingerie as it was stained not only with the Predator's semen, but her own spend; she felt even more loathing with herself for climaxing whilst the Predator had had his way with her. Lastly she shucked herself out of her brassiere, which then became the last garment to join the dishevelled heap of clothing in the corner of her bathroom. Michele pulled herself to her feet again and stepped naked under the shower, deliberately not looking in the mirror on the way past. She grabbed a washcloth and poured a liberal amount of moisturising cleanser into it and began to scrub at her face, removing her makeup as the scalding hot water cascaded over her body.

The Predator listened to the sobbing and then the laughing coming from the bathroom and finally the sounds of the bitch showering. He realised that the incoherent laughter and crying were the result of shock; more importantly he realised that this cunt was going to comply with his every order. The Predator continued to work on his rudimentary plan as he rummaged through the clothing in the wardrobe and dresser. He didn't want to see the transvestite when she emerged from the bathroom; seeing her as a man would ruin the fantasy; he wanted to see her only as a woman. He would select the outfit she was to wear and then wait in another room until she was dressed. The s**ttered clothing that the transvestite had left on the bed when she was dressing before he had invaded her house was swept onto the floor; he already knew what he wanted her to wear.

The Predator selected a black leather miniskirt and a longsleeved white nylon blouse from the wardrobe. The blouse had ruffles on the décolletage and cuffs and to him it looked both classy but also slutty. He threw them on the bed and then went back to the wardrobe and chose a pair of extremely high-heeled, red leather open-toe sandals; he played with the shiny red straps and silver buckles for a while and then tossed them onto the bed next to the skirt and blouse. From her dresser he took a lacy red brassiere and matching panties which he laid on the bed along with a black satin suspender-belt. He whistled to himself as his rummaging produced a pair of exquisite black stockings. He held them up to the light and stared at the diaphanous black nylons with their darker reinforced Cuban heels and stocking-tops; tiny diamantes decorated the satiny stocking-tops and Cuban heels; a black seam ran up the back of the stockings. He licked his lips and gently fingered the gossamer hose, being careful not to snag them. These he lay gently next to the rest of the lingerie on the bed.

The Predator felt himself stiffen and he turned his back to the bed and walked over to dressing table; he picked up a bright-red lipstick and wrote on the mirror in large letters: 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' He checked that the window was locked, pulled the blinds and ripped the phone out of the wall socket. As he heard the shower stop in the bathroom he walked out of bedroom and went down the corridor into the kitchen. He was fully sober now and needed a drink. He found and opened a bottle of red wine; he guzzled the wine straight out of the bottle, thin streams of the dark red liquor ran from the corners of his mouth. The Predator pulled a kitchen chair into the corridor to where he could see the bedroom door and straddled the chair so that his elbows rested on the backrest. He occasionally gulped from the bottle as he finalised his plan, all the time his icy cold eyes stared at the bedroom door.

Michele emerged from the bathroom full of resolve and determination. She didn't know what the Predator had in store for her but she knew that she would not be able to overpower him unless she could catch him off guard; maybe acquire some form of weapon in the house, or make an escape whilst he was distracted. She had thought about her predicament whilst she stood under the shower washing away the residues of his attacks. She hurt a little down there, but it was only a weak throb caused from being invaded in a place that until tonight had been virginal. Michele knew that she had to pretend to comply with Predator's every wish until she had a chance to escape or incapacitate him.

Michele looked around the bedroom and was glad to see that he had left the room; she didn't want him to see her as a man; somehow she could deal with the humiliation while she was dressed and feeling like a woman; but standing powerless, man to man, in front of him would be unbearable. She looked around the room at her s**ttered clothes that the Predator had swept from her bed and her eyes settled on where he had laid out what she was to wear. She sat down at her dresser and looked in the mirror. The predator's warning glared at her; 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' in big red letters. She was tempted to wipe the lipsticked threat from the glass but she thought that should she get through this the writing may be evidence that could be useful to the authorities. Couldn't the police identify criminals from their handwriting? Who was she k**ding? There was no way she was going to the police or anybody with her story. It was inconceivable that she would confess to being a transvestite and even more inconceivable that she would admit to what had been done to her by this monster. Besides the authorities would probably think she was a freak and got only what she deserved. Michele fetched the blond bob from its wig-stand and placed it on the dresser and arranged her makeup in order to begin her transformation.

The Predator had finalised his plan; he knew exactly how he was going to degrade this cunt! She couldn't tell anyone about what was happening to her because she was obviously living a double life; he doubted a soul knew she was transvestite. That would be the weapon he would use to control her over the coming hours; the fear of discovery of her fucked up double life. And what an interesting few hours it would be! Moving in the circles he did, the Predator knew a few close companions who would love to play this game with him. Of course none of them knew he was the infamous r****t known as "The Predator" who was carving a swathe of terror through the city; but they were intimate enough that they had shared their sadistic fantasies with each other. Oh yes; even though he would have to wake them in these early hours, he knew they would love to participate in his game. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out his cellular phone. As he punched up the phonebook he sniggered to himself.

Michele commenced her ritual; she stroked her face with her fingertips. Her skin was still smooth from the close shave she had had two hours ago. God, had this nightmare only been happening for two hours? It seemed like forever! She applied a thick but even basecoat of foundation to her face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. She then went to work on her eyes. Michele forced her hand to remain steady whilst she applied eyeliner, as close to her lash-line as possible, to her upper and lower eyelids. She started in the very corner of her each eye and worked outwards applying two or three coats and touching up where necessary so that her eyes were framed by the black makeup. The concentration required to apply the eyeliner almost took her mind off the current situation. Next she carefully brushed dark pink eyeshadow onto her eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above her pupils. She worked the powder upwards to her eyebrows and then applied a coat of aqua-blue out to the far corners of her eyes, lightening the shade as she worked it up to her brows. This colour effect had worked for her before with the blond wig; she was trying to archive that 'society-slut' look again. She stifled a laugh as she realised the efforts she was going to satisfy the monster waiting for her outside the door. Michele again realised that her mind was operating its own defence mechanism; if she didn't laugh she would scream.

Michele smoothed and blended the eyeshadow with a small brush and made final adjustments with her fingertip. She noticed the plumb red nail polish on her fingernails; she must have done a good job applying it earlier because it didn't even need a touch-up. At least she wouldn't have to worry about what colour lipstick to wear; every girl knew that you should match your nail polish and lipstick if possible; she stared to giggle hysterically again and forced herself to stop. Next she applied lashings of mascara to her upper and lower eyelashes; her hand started shaking again and a few small clumps of mascara fell onto her cheek and she carefully lifted them off with her little fingernail. "Concentrate!" she whispered to herself; the last thing she needed to do was fuck up her makeup and have to start all over again! She cleaned the mascara brush and evened out any small clumps that clung to her lashes. She was always amazed at how her eye makeup highlighted the colour of her eyes and made them shine and sparkle; "Not bad for an old boiler," she giggled to herself again. She gripped the edge of the dresser and forced herself to stop before she became hysterical.

The Predator had made six phone calls and had been successful in getting through to four of his acquaintances (he wouldn't call them friends as such; just persons with a mutual attraction to sexual peccadillos that shall we say, strayed from the accepted norm). Two of those he spoke to had declined his offer, the hour being too late, but two of them leapt at the proposal he put to them; they were even now getting out of bed, dressing, and preparing to meet up with him. After all, how could men like these resist having sex with a stuck up society bitch who liked it rough and hard; if her fantasy was to pretend to be taken against her will by tough, hard men; then they were just what she was looking for. Of course the Predator hadn't told them the real story; he didn't want to spoil their surprise! He took another slug of wine from the bottle and smiled his lizard smile to himself.

Michele applied blush to her cheeks and smoothed it into her foundation and face powder and then dusted her whole face and neck with coating of sheer-glow finishing powder, being careful not to smudge her mascara and eyeliner. Finally she applied two coats of plum coloured lipstick, biting down on tissue after each coat to set the lipstick. She adjusted the blond bob wig on her head and checked out the result in her mirror. The transformation never failed to astound her; from a plain, smooth-faced man she had become a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. Her blonde fringe framed her exotic eyes and her bangs caressed her rouged cheeks and highlighted her luscious red mouth. Now she needed to complete the transformation.

Michele sat on the edge of the bed and inspected the clothes that had been laid out for her. She rose once more went to her dresser and opened a drawer, she extracted a package of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; size large, colour taupe-sand, the packaging said. She sat on the bed again and eased the pantyhose from the slim packet and slipped the hosiery over her pretty painted toes and slid the sheer nylon up her feet one foot at a time. She carefully eased the pantyhose up her legs keeping the nylon taught; smoothing out the wrinkles as she went. She stood up and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose up over her crotch and smoothed the nylon gusset around her midriff to just below her bellybutton. Michele adjusted her sex so that the bulge it created was minimal. She took the black satin suspender-belt and adjusted it around her waist so that the top of garment covered the waistband of the pantyhose.

Michele sat back down on the bed and drew the diaphanous black nylon stockings up her legs one at a time; the stockings sighed their nylon on nylon whisper as they glided over her pantyhosed legs. She adjusted the Cuban heels and carefully adjusted the back-seams so they lay straight and centred along the back of her legs and then clipped the garters hanging from the suspender-belt to the reinforced stocking tops. As she smoothed the nylons along her legs she suppressed the shiver of excitement she always felt when she stroked her hosed legs. Michele stepped into the red panties; they were full-cut with a lace panel at the front, the gusset and seat were shiny red satin; there was no cotton panel in the gusset; none of Michele's panties or knickers had cotton gussets, she loved the feel of nylon and satin on her body not cotton. She hooked the brassiere together and eased it over her head, adjusting the straps on her shoulders and settling the cups in the right position; she walked over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhose which she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them. Next she stepped into the black leather mini and pulled the skirt up her legs and adjusted it around her waist; she left it unzipped until she had donned the white nylon blouse. Again she struggled with the buttons being on the opposite side to which she was used to; she tucked the blouse into her skirt and zipped it up. She arranged the ruffles on her décolletage and lifted up her skirt to pull the bottom of the blouse so it hung straight and tight against her body; she noticed the light glimmer off the tiny diamantes that decorated her black reinforced stocking tops as she smoothed down the mini and straightened the hem at mid-thigh.

Michele moved over to the dresser and inspected herself in the mirror; with her blond hair, leather mini and her red brassiere showing through the gauzy white blouse she looked like a middle-aged, well to do, hooker. She decided to contrast all the red she was wearing by clipping silver mounted emerald drops to her ears and placing a silver and emerald necklace around her neck and matching bracelets on both wrists. She put on four large silver rings, two on the fingers of each hand; the rings were set with emeralds and rubies. It was all costume jewellery of course. She sat back on the bed and slid her feet into the red leather high-heeled sandals; buckling the thin red straps just below her ankles. These were her highest heels and she always had problems walking in them; she wondered how she would fare trying to run away in them. Michele fastened a silver anklet below her left ankle; another fake emerald glittered as it hung from the thin silver chain fastened to the anklet. Finally she stood up and tottered over to the dresser and sprayed a liberal amount of 'Poison' cologne on her neck and décolletage; she reached down under her skirt and sprayed her thighs as well; she giggled again and had to compose herself once more so that she would not break down. She had to convince this revolting man that she was his compliant plaything until she could make her move and escape. Michele took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door; she was ready!

The Predator was impressed when the tart tottered into the hallway on her spiky red heels; she looked so sexy that he was tempted to turn her around and take her back into the bedroom and fuck her again, but he had made his plans and intended to stick to them. He beckoned her towards him and she slowly moved down the hallway towards the kitchen door. He pointed into the kitchen and as she squeezed past him he couldn't help himself and he reached out and squeezed her arse; the transvestite squealed and scampered into the kitchen. The Predator came in behind her and walked over to the table where he had poured a glass of red wine which he now held out to her. His demeanour was such that she didn't dare decline and she took the glass and drained it. It was a good sign for him that she would be complaint. Just to make sure, he picked up a large knife and held it under her face. He explained to her that in no circumstances was she to attempt escape; that they were going for a ride, and when they got to their destination she was to keep her mouth shut. "Go and get your makeup bitch; you'll need it," he ordered.

Michele was hustled into the kitchen and as she passed the man he squeezed her behind making her squeal and she nearly tripped over in her high heels. She took the wine he offered to her and drank it down in one gulp, grateful for the alcohol which she hoped would dull her senses enough to deal with the forthcoming situation but not so much so she could keep her wits about her should a chance to escape present itself. Then she received the biggest shock since this pig had bent her over the kitchen table and taken her from behind; under the threat of a knife held under her chin, the madman explained that he was taking her out someplace. Taking her out!!!! My god; the thought of venturing outside dressed as a woman scared the hell out of her. What if he abandoned her miles from home? What if he took her to some place where she was recognised? Then she realised that the prospect of this a****l murdering her or permanently wounding her was far more of a worry than being caught dressed as a woman; besides he couldn't take her anywhere too public or she would be tempted to attempt an escape or cry for help. She assented to his directions to keep quiet and compliant; she would bide her time! When he ordered her to get her makeup she went back to the bedroom and swept all of the makeup she had just used into a small makeup case which she tossed into her only handbag, a cheap red clutch. She dropped the small bottle of 'Poison" cologne in too, and left the bedroom to go to her fate.

Michele thanked god for the darkness of night as she ventured outdoors dressed as a woman for the first time. When the man finally had her situated in the passenger seat of his car and they were finally driving down the quiet streets she actually felt slightly enthused; she was exhilarated at being outside in the world as a woman for the first time but safe inside the car where no one would identify her. Michele had come to realise after crossdressing for a little while that when she was dressed and made-up it was unlikely that anyone would recognise her anyway, unless they got real close or unless she spoke; then she realised what the Predator had said about her not speaking; where was he taking her? Then she felt a hand rest on her stockinged knee and slowly slide up her thigh and under her skirt; she shuddered with the double reaction of the uninvited caress and the realisation that she was being taken somewhere where there would be other people.

The Predator found it hard to concentrate on driving, he was so excited; not only that his plan was about to come fruition, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sexy bitch siting beside him. She was deep in thought and didn't realise that her skirt had ridden up and her sexy nyloned legs and stocking tops were on display for all to see. The Predator reached out and gently placed his hand on her gossamer encased knee and slowly slid it up her thigh and under her skirt. He rubbed two fingers along the edge of her satin panties, caressing her pantyhosed thighs above the stocking tops, and he stroked across the lace panelled front of her panties; he felt her squirm, but as he continued stroking her panties he also felt her start to stiffen. He quickly pulled his had away; he didn't know how he felt about that yet. He was certainly aroused touching her legs and arse, and he had no qualms with her being a transvestite as long as he thought of her as a woman; he had ruminated about fucking her and being fellated by her earlier in the night and felt ok about it. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that she had ejaculated whilst he done those things to her and that she was getting aroused at his touch. It was a quite a different thing to actually touch her thingy; even though her panties, 'Maybe just let that lie for a while and see what happened?' he thought. Besides here was their destination; he pulled into the car park of a seedy bar, turned off the engine and reached across and opened the door for the bitch and told her to get out.

The Predator moved close in on her right side and pulled her hard against him and marched her to the door of the dark seedy bar. He produced the knife again and held it under her chin and reminded her of the consequences of trying to escape or opening her yap. She nodded assent and as he looked into her pretty eyes he just had to kiss her; she looked so fucking good! He pulled her hard against him, sliding one hand down to her arse, and kissed her long and deep, his tongue slowly flicking in and out of her mouth in time with the dry humping he was giving her, his cock rock hard in his pants rubbing against her. He eased her gently away from him and then pulled her to his side again; "Be good sweety and you might just get home safe," he whispered breathlessly in her ear, nuzzling her earlobe as her blonde bob tickled his lips. Then he marched her into the dark gloomy bar, past a line of scarcely populated tables to a booth in the back. He pushed her onto the cheap vinyl bench seat and forced her to slide along so that she was jammed against the man who occupied the corner of the bench and was leaning against the wall; he pushed her along the seat until she was sandwiched between them; "Hi Red," he murmured, "look what I bought us to play with." The Predator grinned at the transvestite and then pulled her face towards his and kissed her; then he turned her head towards the man now known as Red, and Red leaned forward and kissed her too. The Predator looked at Red and winked; simultaneously they both unzipped their flies.

Michele came out of her reverie in the car and stated to squirm as she realised the Predator had taken one hand off the steering wheel and was stroking the outline of the leg opening on her panties, his fingers slithered inside the hem stroking the nylon gusset of her pantyhose. Then his hand skated across the lace panel in the front of her panties and she felt herself become aroused. As her member thickened in the confines of her pantyhose and panties it started to become uncomfortable; then the monster snatched his hand away. Just as she was yet again about to become dismayed at her reactions to the man's ministrations he pulled the car into a car park, stopped the car and leaned over her and opened the door. He told her to get out and as she alighted, she took in the façade of the cheap sleazy bar where they had stopped. Two thoughts crossed her mind: no one here would know her, and the place looked like trouble. The doorway entry was dark; except for cheap neon beer signs in the windows and a dull yellow light in the car park there was little signs of life. There were about six or seven cars in the lot. A fading, dirty neon sign on the roof flashed 'Open All Nite'; what a hovel!

Michele felt her captor move close in beside her and he frogmarched her to the door of the bar where she was taken by surprise when he produced a knife and grunted at her to remind her to keep quiet. Michele nodded and held his gaze briefly; then he really surprised her and pulled her hard against him. He encircled her in his strong arms and mashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. One of his hands slid down the back of her blouse to her skirt and fondled her arse; the lining in the leather skirt rasped against her satin panties. She felt him press against her and could feel the heat and girth of his hard cock through his jeans as he rubbed against his pubis against hers through her skirt. Michele was just about to lift her arms and hold him in a reciprocal embrace when he gently extricated himself. She convinced herself that she was only going to embrace him back as on impulse; she had not enjoyed the experience! Had she????

Michele was pulled close against his side again and he nuzzled her ear and whispered; "Be good sweety and you might just get home safe," then she was marched into bar. The smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and sweat assaulted her nose. The place was as dark and squalid inside as it appeared from the outside and she felt the eyes of the few faceless, seedy, patrons linger over her body as she was led to a booth in the back of the bar. Back here it was even darker, the only light emitting from a feeble, fly-specked red bulb hanging over a door that had a wooden sign, 'His,' hanging from it at a drunken angle. She was pushed down onto the bench of the back corner booth facing the barroom, hemmed in by a wall behind her and another against the far end of the booth. Then she realised there was a man sitting in the dark corner of the booth. Her captor sat next to her and began to push her further into the corner, she felt the cheap vinyl bench stick to her thighs even through two layers of nylon stockings; what a fucking dump!

Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what I bought us to play with!" Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predator who kissed her and then he turned her towards the other man who also kissed her. The stranger had recently shaved and smelled of the shower he must have recently taken, and although she could taste scotch and cigarettes on his breath, she could also discern an aftertaste of mouthwash. He kissed her gently, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth. He was only the second man that had ever kissed her and he was far more gentle and considerate than the Predator. Then Michele paled; she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being opened. She looked down and saw that both men had their flies open and had taken out their semi erect penises.


The Predator saw the transvestite go pale even in the dim light of the bar. Oh fuck he was going to enjoy this; humiliating the bitch in public; and the night was only just beginning as far as he was concerned. He took the bitch's right hand and placed it in his lap, he watched as Red did the same with her left hand. He pulled her face roughly towards his and growled, "Stroke those cocks bitch or I'll break your fucking fingers one at a time!" The Predator felt her fingers loosely circle his cock and start to slowly stroke him. He reached down and squeezed her wrist, at the same time he bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." He looked at her made up face in the gloom; her eyes dark with mascara and eyeliner; the highlights of her eyeshadow fringed by the blonde bob; her peachy cheeks and plumb red lips, he groaned and pressed his lips to hers. He lifted his hand to the back of her head and stroked her hair as he mouth fucked her; driving his tongue in and out of her sweet moist mouth as he mashed their lips together.

The Predator felt the woman grasp his penis tighter and begin a rhythm of slow, hard strokes. He could feel her body moving against his as she set the same rhythm with her other hand as she masturbated Red to the same cadence. He loved the scent of her perfume, the feel of her hair as he stroked it, and the sensuous taste of her lipstick as they kissed. His cock became rock hard under her grip and he could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his glans providing lubrication as she stroked him harder. She did not pick up the pace at all; she just squeezed his shaft harder on each upstroke. He knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't want to; this was just an hors d'oeuvre for what was to come. He kissed her harder and deeper and felt his orgasm approaching. He wanted her to see what he was forcing her to do; to see what effect she was having on the sordid patrons of this seedy bar, so he pulled his face away from hers. "Look," he said, and the silly bitch misunderstood and lowered her eyes to look at the two cocks she was wanking. "No! out there stupid!" he hissed and she looked up to see that just about every head in the bar was turned their way, watching the woman on the corner booth wanking off two men simultaneously. The Predator looked at her stunned pretty face and felt her clench his turgid penis tighter still in a shock reaction; he groaned and relaxed as his issue jetted forth from the eye of his cock; he looked down to see his sperm shoot out in long thick ropes and splash over her sleek nyloned thighs, and as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, globs of sperm ran down his shaft and over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails with hot viscous fluid. He heard Red groan too as his orgasm shook him. The fun had just begun.

To Be Continued