The Panty Raid
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Andrew walked over to his secretary, while on his way out of the company.
He just couldn't help himself. While slapping her butt he gave her some
"appropriate words". It wasn't like she could do anything anyways. He
owned most part of the company and he had a firm grip on it. As he walked
into the garage he spotted his jaguar. An overpowered beast of a car.
*Just like me,* he thought.
Speeding out to the street he thought about where to next. Being a bit
early, he decided to head over to one of his favorite hounds, a strip
club that knew him well by now. Lost in though he noticed too late that
he was driving too fast and approached an intersection with nearly 70
miles. He slammed the break, his tires screeching. He wildly steered as
to avoid the schoolgirls just crossing the road. Everything turned
abruptly black as he slammed into another car.
*****
Andrew groaned. He had a killer headache and everything hurt. As if he
had slept on a raw plaster walkway. Opening his eyes he noticed he wasn't
that far off. He was on the pavement in the streets of some bombed out
city.
He also was cold and as he looked down he screamed. His flesh was dirtied
and scrapped, but that was not what shocked him. To Andrews horror, he
saw big fleshy lumps on his chest: breasts. And massive ones. He screamed
till his lungs gave out. All too fast he gulped for air.
Looking over his body he saw what he dreaded. An all female body and one
he would be drooling over not long ago. Besides his massive tits, he had
wide hips and long legs. Dainty arms and hands. He dreaded the thought
what his face might look like.
Suddenly a chipper voice startled him from behind. "Oh good. You are
awake."
He turned around and spotted the person speaking. A mid-twenty looking
woman. Her build was attractive but too modest for Andrews liking. What
threw him off was the slight coppery skin, the two small horns on her
forehead and the slowly swishing tail. All in all, she was the picture of
a devil or imp, if it wasn't for her modest physical assets and her very
proper no nonsense business suit.
"Now that I have your attention: welcome to hell! I know. I know. It's a
bit cold around here for hell. Well, I asked the infernal designer of
this place and he assured me it was on purpose."
The chipper voice of the imp, or whatever she was, bothered Andrew to no
end. Quickly he gathered his wits. *Don't be intimidated and act from a
position of strength,* he repeated his favorite mantra a few times in his
head.
First thing was to stand up and look in control. Then he could deal with
that annoyance. Andrew tried standing up only to fall face first down
again. It was if his muscles refused to work. Over his groaning of his
pain, he could hear her again.
"Oh, honey don't do that. I was just about to warn you. You see you are
weak. I mean you always had been weak. Mentally that is. But now your
body matches it. You see, you are naked. And naked means weakness. Just
like the strippers you used to ogle. Well, now you are in their shoes. Or
not as you aren't wearing even that. What a naughty girl you are!"
Andrew sat up and looked through tangled dirty strands of hair at the
annoying creature before him. "Just shut up will'ya!" he shouted.
"Oh, honey don't be like that. I know. Let's be quick and finish some
forms and I'll be out of your hair. Deal? By the way, you really need to
wash those. It looks like some birds nested in there and then died. So
ok. Name?"
She pulled a pad and pen out of thin air and looked patiently at Andrew.
By now he was fairly done by just about everything and would do anything
to get rid of her. Maybe then he could figure out the mess he was in. "My
name is Andrew. Andrew Miller."
She paused and looked up. "Sugarplum. Sweety. That won't work. Look at
you. You are clearly a woman. And Andrew is such a male name. Oh, I
know." She looked into Andrew's eyes with a sudden intense gaze and
demanded. "Tell me the most female and degrading name you can think of."
Andrew tried to resist but soon his mouth opened and it spilled out of
him. "Tiffy. There was that girl named Tiffany at the strip club, but
because she was such a ditz and bimbo everyone started to call her
Tiffy." Gasping for air he wondered why he had told her. He didn't want
to, but he couldn't deny those eyes.
"Hmm, Tiffy. Perfect! And maybe you get an epiphany in due time. Not that
it would help you. Okay. Okay. Here we go. Listen up. Your name now is
Tiffy. Just Tiffy. No surname. From now on you are Tiffy and a woman. Got
it?"
Tiffy was annoyed and shouted back. "Listen I don't know what you think
you can do, but I am still Tiffy. Wait. No. I mean I am Tiffy. What did
you do? I am Tiffy and I am born a girl! No argh. Make it stop!" Tiffy
started to cry. She always thought crying was for the weak, but now she
just couldn't help herself.
"Oh, my. Oh, my. Another one that broke down. There there Tiffy. Come
now. Let's finish this. Look, you are now in hell. For all the misdeeds
you have done. But we don't forget the good things you did. We even
reward them. Now let's see. Oh damn, the list is short. You had been a
bad girl Tiffy. So okay, while you were driving into your doom and
crashed you avoided some schoolgirls and hmm you once helped your elderly
neighbor bringing out the trash. That's it. Really that's it? Oh, Tiffy,
you ain't giving me much to work with. Ok, lets see for the granny some
grannies. Panties that is."
The imp circled her finger above her head in the air and a short moment
later a white granny pantie landed on Tiffy's head. Still, red eyed Tiffy
took and looked at it. The panties looked old and worn down. Once white
they now had a slight yellow tint to them and a few holes that might be
by hungry moth or daily wear.
As the imp spoke again Tiffy looked up. "Now for the school girls. Maybe
a skirt? Hmm but that won't help you going somewhere fast right? Like
your fast driving to the strip club, right? Oh, I have it." Again she
circled her finger above her head and with some thump, a pair of shiny
stripper heels dropped before Tiffy.
Tiffy's knowledge for shoes didn't reach far. She knew they were high and
from what she has heard from strippers very uncomfortable if worn longer.
They were clear see through. Maybe some kind of latex. With plateau of
maybe 2 inches and heels she guessed between 7 and 8 inches.
"I .. I can't wear these. They are so high." Tiffy didn't know when her
voice became so whiny. Was it when she woke up as a woman? Or later? She
hated it. She used to be such a manly woman. Rubbing her forehead she
wondered why even in her mind she couldn't think of herself anything but
female. Frustrated she kicked the heels away, scuffing her feet and leg
up more in the process.
"Are you sure honey? These are brand new. No? Well sucks to be you I
guess. But then it's supposed to be like this. Remember you are in hell.
So make the best out of it. Spoilers though. It won't be much. Being hell
and all. Oh, don't look at me angry like that. There is only one person
you have to thank for all of this. Yourself. And believe me. All I am
here for is to help you. Anyways. That concludes our business. Have a
nice stay. Toddles."
One moment the imp was there and the next Tiffy was alone. Still sitting
where she did fall over. Now she felt lost. She used to be in control,
but now what? So out of everything familiar she just felt lost. Looking
around her she saw nothing but rubble, pavement and those ridicules
stripper heels. Suddenly angry she picked up those boots and threw them
as far she could. Which was about 3 or 4 feet, weakened as she was. Just
behind a small pile of junk. Out of sight and good enough for Tiffy.
She waited a bit more but nothing happened. Then she tried again to stand
but quickly lost strength. Her bum against the cold ground she remembered
the panties. Just an arm's length away. *Better than nothing,* she
thought and grabbed them.
Slowly sliding them up her shapely legs she felt sudden warms. When she
pulled them up completely Tiffy felt something else: strength. Not much
but a little. She didn't know how but she knew she was stronger. With
shaking legs she stood up again. It worked. She did walk a few shaky
steps and collapsed again. Her muscles ached and her breath was ragged as
if she had just run a marathon. She recalled what the imp had said.
Clothes give strength here. Tiffy knew she needed to find more. Looking
around she spotted a building that was not as damaged as the rest.
*Maybe there some cloth could have survived whatever happened to this
city,* she thought.
Gathering her strength she stood up and walked a few steps. Then she
rested a few moments. She repeated this a few times before something
startled her. Voices!
A moment later two women came around a nearby corner. As soon as they
spotted Tiffy one squealed in delight. "Look, Mercedes, a newcomer!" Both
walked over where Tiffy was catching her breath. "Good spotting Amber and
look, she is pantie clad! Hey, newbie. Hand over the pantie."
Tiffy looked shocked at them. She couldn't. This old pantie was the only
thing she had. She looked up with pleading eyes and opened her mouth to
speak.
A strong slap made her head spin around and hit the pavement hard. "Spare
me the crap.", one of them said.
Tiffy barely heard her. Her ears still ringing. Strong hands gripped her
legs and held them still. Another pair tucked at her panty and slid it
down. With it, the small and only warmth in her world vanished. Tiffy
lost it and cried. This was all too much for her.
The same strong hands gripped her jaw and twisted her head till she faced
one of her attackers. "You think this is the worst? Bitch you don't even
know half of it. Amber come here. Time for this skank to find out that
this world is for eating or being eaten."
Tiffy's view narrowed as Amber lowered herself over her. She was shocked,
as she saw plum lips of a vagina come closer and closer. Mercedes pried
her mouth open with steely fingers.
"Now listen up. You will lick my friend here and you will lick her good.
If not we will teach you a lesson you won't forget. In this world, none
of us can die. We are already dead! But we can bring you close enough
that your body floods you with so much pain that you wish you could."
Sobbing Tiffy started to lick. She had never eaten out another girl. It
had always been beneath her. Now she was forced to lick out a girl she
didn't know and it was worse than she had imagined. She smelled and
tasted every horrible thing she could imagine. Sweat, urine, the dirt and
grime from the world around them, and the fishy taste of someone ignoring
their hygiene for too long.
Whenever she twisted her head to turn away in disgust the same steel
fingers pushed her back in. The spray of foul liquid marked the end as
the woman above him exploded in an orgasm. As she lifted herself up Tiffy
drew in stale air smelling of sulfur. Yet to her it felt like the
freshest air she had ever had.
Her relief was short lived as the other woman lowered herself down on
Tiffy. The ordeal started over and she was glad when she finally felt her
body gave out and she slipped into unconsciousness.
*****
Tiffy woke up to pain. A lot of it. Weak as she was, she barely managed
to roll on her side and almost regretted it. Opening her eyes she saw
cuts and bruises all over her body. She felt them too and each time she
moved pain flared through her body.
As weak and fatigued as she felt Tiffy wouldn't have minded to just lie
here and rest. Fear, however, made her move. Are those horrible women
still near? Were others? She had to do something. Find a spot to hide or
get her hands on something to wear.
She was just about ready to wear anything if it helped to make her
stronger. To become less of a victim. Her eyes darted to the pile of
bricks close by. Behind them, she had thrown the stripper heels. Were
they still there? Tiffy had to find out.
Trying to stand up she fell time and time again. She was too weak to even
push up her chest for long. Even less so her whole body. Before she had
only managed it thanks to the panties.
Out of options, she started to crawl. After each foot she had dragged
herself, she had to take a break. Her body in pain and the rough pavement
further tearing her skin apart.
Still, she didn't give up. There were worse pains. She was sure of it.
This hostile world held so much hidden that scared Tiffy to no end.
Slowly she made her way to the pile of rubble. The long journey away from
the pile felt a hundred times worse on the way back without the old
granny panties.
Finally, she heaved herself over the rough bricks and she cried in relief
as she spotted the heels still being there. They got slightly dirtier
from the rubble, but still looked brand new.
Eagerly she grabbed the closest one and pulled it close. For a moment she
cradled it like a newborn. This was her ray of hope. A chance to become
strong again.
It took her a lot of will to let go and instead to try wearing them. She
opened the zipper on the side of the boot and slowly inched her leg in.
It hurt but also felt heavenly as her skin glided over the smooth
material. Warmth flared over her calf and eagerly she pushed further
inside.
Strength returned to her as she closed up the zipper. This was it. It was
working. Quickly she grabbed the other boot and sighed. More pleasant
warmth spread through her.
After gathering her strength she pushed herself up. Tiffy grinned as she
was standing again. These boots felt great. Better than the pantie.
Still, she knew she had to expand. To dress herself up. No matter what
she would find she knew she would wear it. Be it humiliating or
uncomfortable. All that was counted was to gain strength. She vowed to
get back at those other girls. To get her panties back. To raid that and
more. This was hell and Tiffy vowed to remind every other soul lost here
of that fact.
Confident she took a step forward and promptly lost her footing. As she
crashed down Tiffy felt a little amount of the warmth slip away. A moment
later she saw the reason. Her right boot had some new scrapes and was
dirtier than before. It looked like her pantie raid had to wait. Once
again she had to learn how to walk. Grumbling she stood up. It might take
some time. The irony wasn't lost on her. In hell she had no time to spare
or someone might find her, but at the same time, she had all the time in
the world. After all, she would be here an eternity.
The End.
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