1 comments/ 40142 views/ 9 favorites Michele And The Predator Ch. 02 By: MicheleNylons 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 animal 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 beast 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 raped 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??? To be continued... Michele And The Predator Ch. 03 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 beast 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 skidded 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 scattered 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 scattered 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 kidding? 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 rapist 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 And The Predator Ch. 03 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 animal 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 Michele And The Predator Ch. 04 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. Michele paled at the sight of the male organs exposed one either side of her as she sat on the cheap bench seat. She knew better than to resist when the Predator placed her polished fingernailed hand in his lap and again when the man she now knew as Red did the same; the Predator threatened her but it was not necessary, she knew what was expected of her and she had no escape. Michele loosely encircled both of the flaccid cocks in her fingers and began to slowly stroke them. She felt them both stiffen and elongate immediately; the texture of the organs was slightly silky along the shafts and spongy at the glans. She had of course masturbated herself on innumerable occasions but holding someone else's manhood in her hands was strange; and she had to admit, a little empowering. Both men started to groan softly and then the Predator squeezed her wrist and bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." Then he started to kiss her driving his tongue in and around her mouth as their lips remained mashed together. Michele again decided that resistance was useless and that her best option was to satisfy the two men as quickly as possible in the forlorn hope that they might let her go after this. She grasped both of their penises tightly and took up a slow, hard rhythmic stroke. Michele moved her body against the Predator's as he continued to kiss her, she used a masturbation technique that she used on herself when she wanted to come quickly, squeezing the shaft harder on each upstroke and lightly feathering her fingers down the quivering shafts on the downstroke. She could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of the glans of penises and she smeared it along the shafts, lubricating them as she stroked and fondled them. Michele concentrated on stimulating the erect members whilst at the same time returning the Predators hard kisses as he panted into her mouth; she could hear Red groaning and hoped that the rest of the patrons in the seedy bar were not paying any attention to what was going on in the back booth. Then she felt the Predator pull his face away from hers and he whispered in her ear "Look!" She glanced down to look below the table; she saw that both men had pressed their legs against her nyloned thighs, the flies on their jeans were opened and the two hard cocks were standing rigid with her red painted fingernails sliding slowly up and down them as she firmly stroked the straining meat. "No! out there stupid!" her captor hissed; and she looked up to see that just about every head in the bar was turned towards her watching her simultaneously wanking off the two men. Michele was stunned by the look of wanton lust in the eyes of the other patrons as they watched the blond-haired, heavily made-up, mini-skirted matron masturbate her two male companions. She again felt that sense of power as she stroked the two throbbing cocks harder in anticipation of their ejaculation. She stared across the room at a table of three rough looking biker types and licked her lips to tease them; for the first time since this nightmare began she felt powerful and in control. Michele could hear the Predator and Red gasp as their orgasms shook them and she caressed their rigid poles and squeezed and stroked them, milking them of their offerings. She felt the first hot jets of semen shoot forth and splash on her thighs, soaking through the nylon of her stockings and warming her skin beneath the layers of hosiery; sticky gobbets of sperm ran down over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails with hot viscous fluid. As Michele heard both men groan with the intensity of their combined orgasms she wriggled her body and flicked her hair, staring back into the lust filled eyes of her audience. She was taken with the power she held in this bar; the two men beside her were coming over her legs because she had control of their male organs and the rest of the customers in this dark seedy bar were mesmerised by her attractive female form and were obviously lusting after her. Michele waited until her two companions had finished their climax and then she amazed everyone in the bar, herself included, by lifting her hands to her mouth and placing her sperm spattered fingers, one at a time, between her lipsticked lips and sucking them clean of the sticky male issue. She sampled the musty tang of semen, which earlier tonight she had been forced to taste for the first time, and continued to stare back at the enthralled clientele. Michele was rock hard, her cock straining against the gusset of her pantyhose and panties. The Predator was amazed at the transvestite whore's actions; she had been meek and mild all night, afraid of him, and had only capitulated to his sexual peccadillos when forced to do so. What was this bitch up to? Was she starting to like this? Well, he thought, let's see how far she is willing to go? He turned her face towards his again and whispered into her ear, "Go and fix your makeup honey," and zipped up his pants and slid out of the booth so that the transvestite could extricate herself from the bench seat. As she slid past him he saw her leather miniskirt ride up her thighs exposing her red nylon panties, the bulge of her erection trapped behind the lace panel. He could also see the glittering diamantes on her fully-fashioned stocking tops and the silvery spatter of his and Red's semen on her sheer black stockinged thighs. She stood up and took her clutch purse and tottered off on her high-heels towards the toilets just behind the booth. The Predator watched her falter in her red high-heels and his eyes followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting; the colours from the cheap beer signs creating highlights in her blonde bob and reflecting off her jewellery; she was the most desirable thing he had ever seen, and he was beginning to like the way the evening was developing. It must be obvious to the barflies staring at his captive that she was a transvestite; the bitch looked sexy and slutty the way she was dressed and with the lashings of makeup she wore; but her mannerisms and her walk were a dead give away that she was a man. Whatever the case, there was no disguising the lust in their eyes and the overpowering sexual tension in the bar. Michele rose from the seat aware that the Predator was ogling her legs and that all eyes in the bar were on her; she felt so potent to have all these men obviously wanting her, she knew that she should be disgusted with herself for such thoughts after what had happened to her tonight, but wasn't this what she had always really wanted? Wasn't it her dream to be sought after as a highly attractive woman? Ok, so maybe she hadn't wished to be forced to subjugate herself to this monster, the Predator, whom she had read about in the papers, but still, didn't she now have some control over the situation? There was no way he could hurt her here in this bar with the patrons looking on. Besides, she was now genuinely horny; sure the power thing was there, but she still had a sex drive and now it was working overtime. Michele decided it was time for her to take the lead for a while; to see how far she could manipulate these men who lusted after her. She could feel all of their eyes on her back, gobbling up her legs and arse; she turned her head over her left shoulder, flicked her blonde fringe and winked wantonly at the three bikers sitting at the table. Her exotically made up eyes, mascared lashes, her rouged cheeks and plum-red lipsticked mouth were erotic and inviting. She wiggled her arse (which was not that hard because she could hardly walk in her heels anyway) and turned towards the toilet. She didn't even hesitate, she walked straight past the dim lighted "His" sign and went straight to the door marked "Hers". Michele closed the door behind her, leaned against the wall and started to shake. What the fuck was she playing at???? The Predator couldn't believe his eyes; what the fuck was she playing at???? Well if she thought she was ready to play with the boys, he could arrange that alright. He just hoped she realised that these boys wouldn't play nice; she had better be careful or she might get more attention than she wanted. The Predator thought about it for a minute and tried to figure out just what the bitch was up to; maybe she thought she had some sort of control of the situation now. 'Well let's just see what happens then shall we?' he thought as he saw the three biker types looking expectantly over his way. He nodded his head at them and then nodded towards the door to the ladies toilet. The three bikers rose as one, tossed off their drinks, and ambled towards the back of the bar in the direction of the ladies. As they passed by one of the bikers gave the Predator a steely glance and grumbled, "You cool with this; you know, with your lady and all?" The Predator smiled back, "Sure man; besides, she's no lady," he laughed as the bikers sauntered past and filed into the ladies toilet one by one. The Predator sat down beside Red who had watched the performance both amused and intrigued. "Let's get some drinks, have a smoke and then see if our little trannie needs some help," he laughed. "I told you we would have some fun tonight Red," he laughed and went to the bar for drinks. Michele looked around and was not surprised to find that the ladies room was as shabby as the rest of the bar. The tiled room had a wall mounted mirror running the full length of one wall; a vanity shelf with hand basins set into it was fixed below the mirror. Michele imagined hookers and trashy bargirls leaning over the vanity, adjusting their hair and applying makeup on the bar's busy nights; chattering and complaining amongst themselves about prospective punters and their lazy barfly boyfriends. Four toilet cubicles took up the adjacent wall and three shabby armchairs were arranged around a low table covered in cigarette burns and drink stains; a stained pink ottoman lounge sat ignominiously in the centre of the room, as if this one piece of trashy chic furniture could lift the tone of the squalid restroom. It stank of piss, cigarettes, alcohol, cheap perfume and disinfectant. Michele was startled as the door banged open and the three bikers entered the room, their boots thumping on the tiled floor. They circled her, manoeuvring her into the middle of the room; they smelt of whisky, cigarettes and raw lust. Well, Michele thought to herself; now was the time to see if she could handle herself. She felt trepidation, but also she felt sexy and attractive; her only concern was if these ruffians hadn't yet figured out that she was a transvestite. "I'm not what you think I am," she whispered. "Oh you're exactly what we think you are; now just shut up and don't spoil our fun," the largest of the three answered and reached out to her. Michele fell into his arms and kissed him full on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She encircled him with one arm and reached down and stroked his thickening member through his denim jeans with her free hand. She was fed up with being used; now she was going to take control. The biker gently pushed her backwards and she walked back two steps until she felt the ottoman on the back of her legs. She eased herself down on the lounge, pulling the biker down with her. She reclined back on the ottoman and the biker positioned himself astride her; their kiss never breaking. Michele slid herself under the huge man so that he was straddling her; she kissed him deeply and stoked his leonine head, his hair was long, greasy and dank as it fell either side of her face. She felt his hand slide up her silky nyloned thigh and stroke her stocking tops and his breathing quickened. Michele was erect again in her pretty panties. Michele reached down and unzipped the biker; she rummaged in his underwear and her fingers found his sleek hard cock and freed it from its prison. She placed the hot iron bar against her leg and rubbed it slowly from side to side, excited by the feel of man-flesh on her stockinged leg. The biker reached under her skirt and massaged the very top of her other thigh, his fingernails snagging on her pantyhose; then she felt the hose split and his hand reached inside her pantyhose, gripped the nylon gusset and tore a gaping hole. He struggled briefly and extricated his cock from her hand and positioned it inside her panties and between her buttocks and began to slowly dry fuck her. Michele bucked underneath him so that she could lift up her arse and wrap her legs around his; she fucked him back, feeling his smooth hard cock rub against her inner buttocks and against the bud of her rear entrance. The Predator opened the door to the ladies and was astounded at the sight before him. The largest of the bikers had the bitch down on the ottoman and was on top of her; her glossy black nyloned legs were wrapped around him, her skirt hiked up displaying her garters and bejewelled stocking tops, her spiky red high heels danced in the air as she bucked and rubbed herself against the biker. The biker's shaggy mane covered her face as he kissed her passionately and her arms were wrapped around the biker, holding him in a wanton embrace as the bitch sensuously gyrated beneath him. The bitch was enjoying it!!! The two other bikers stood on either side of the ottoman stroking their hard cocks as they jutted from their jeans. The Predator moved inside and sat in one of the shabby armchairs and sipped his drink as he watched the performance. Michele felt disappointed as the biker on top of her stopped kissing her and pushed himself up using his forearms; then she realised why he had shifted position as the glans of his penis nestled in her arse bud. She saw something out the corner of her eyes and realised that the two other bikers had positioned themselves one either side of the ottoman, kneeling down and thrusting their hard cocks towards her face. She knew what they wanted; she was in control; they wanted her. Michele reached out and caressed one of the hard cocks, slowly stoking it, marvelling at the feel of the sleek male organ. She turned her head sideways and opened her mouth in offering. The rigid member slid into her hot moist mouth and she began to suck on it as the biker slowly thrusted in and out of her ruby red lipsticked mouth. She reached out her other hand and grasped the remaining cock between her fingers and slowly started to stroke the erect organ. The Predator was becoming extremely aroused at the sight before him. His pretty whore with the lovely blonde bob, pink and blue eyeshadow, thick mascara, dark kohl eyeliner and rouged cheeks was sucking on the rampant hard member of a greasy biker whilst her manicured, red fingernailed hand stroked and fondled the knobbly cock of the other ruffian. The ruffles on her white nylon blouse were crushed under the weight of the third biker who was stride her between her stockinged thighs, her leather mini was bunched around her waist and her red high heels were dangling in the air as her ankles crossed over behind his back, the silver anklet gleamed against the dark nylon hosiery. The Predator was jealous!!! He couldn't believe his reaction to the situation; she was supposed to be debased for HIS pleasure; but the bitch was loving it. He was jealous!!! Michele tried to control her breathing as the cock in her mouth worked its was in and out slowly; when she could, she trilled her tongue under the sensitive base of the glans, she could feel the cock throb in her mouth every time she did that. The cock in her hand was quite knobbly to the touch and rock hard; it was streaming pre-seminal fluid and her fingers were slick with the clear viscous lubricant. She took her hand away for a few seconds and heard the biker she was wanking groan with dismay. Michele reached underneath herself and wiped the lubricant from her fingers along the cock that was wedged in her arse bud, ensuring she got plenty of it on the bulbous head of the hard member. Then she returned her hand to the other waiting organ and continued to stroke and squeeze it. Michele was now ready to prove that she could take charge of these three dangerous hooligans; she was in control! She pushed her arse up and relaxed her sphincter and felt the head of the first bikers cock slide inside her; as he tried to force his way in further she clamped down with her inner muscles and gripped his member tightly with her sphincter bud. "Gently; slowly," she mumbled around the cock in her mouth. The man straddling her got the message and relaxed. The cock was slightly uncomfortable wedged just inside her, but she knew from her experience earlier in the evening that it would soon feel better. She relaxed again and allowed the member to slowly ease inside her, controlling its entry with contractions of her back passage. Michele gasped as she felt the appendage fill her up and swell and pulsate inside her; positioned as she was, the head of the organ was wedged against her prostate and she felt her own member become throb; freed from the torn pantyhose, it jammed itself in the front lacy panel of her nylon panties. As the biker on top of her began to fuck her, his belly pressed down and rubbed against her nylon encased member amplifying the spikes of sexual pleasure shooting from her prostate. Michele was now fully engrossed in the threesome and had to concentrate in order to pay attention to all three cocks. She sucked on the hard cock in her mouth and licked and slavered at the glans whilst maintaining a steady rhythm as she masturbated the mottled member she held tightly in the grip of her right hand. Michele felt her own orgasm building; the lovely presence of the hard cock in her back passage thrusting against her prostate, her silken panties rubbing back and forth across her member as the biker fucked her, combined with the salty, musky throbbing cock in her mouth and the feel of the hard slick erection in her right hand was bringing her to sensory overload. She felt the biker who was fucking her quicken his pace and his crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed against her thighs and buttocks, Michele fucked him back, timing her thrusts to meet his; the cock in her mouth increased its tempo sliding in and out of her painted mouth faster and faster as she sucked and slavered at the slick throbbing meat. The cock in her hand started to quiver and convulse and she grasped the slimy organ as hard as she could and wanked it furiously. Michele climaxed. Michele felt her back passage flood as the cock jammed in there spewed out stream after stream of hot seed until it ran out of her and pooled in her panties; the cock in her mouth convulsed and shot a torrent of warm sticky sperm which she swallowed as she sucked down hard on the quivering organ; the cock in her hand erupted jet after jet of milky cream all over fingers and as the biker's orgasm intensified ropes of come shot over her arm, shoulder and neck and she also felt a stream on it spurt into her hair. Her own orgasm shook her, intensified by the simultaneous emissions happening inside and over her body. Michele's cock quivered in her panties and as the biker who was fucking her pushed hard into her, the pressure of his body against her sensitive nylon wrapped organ caused it to erupt a hot sticky mess into her knickers, some of which began to dribble down and stain her suspender belt and skirt. Michele And The Predator Ch. 04 Michele spasmed and quivered as the most intense orgasm of her life shook her; she nearly passed out in reaction to the concentrated pleasure wracking her body. She finally lay still and became aware of her surroundings. The biker who had mounted her lifted her legs from around his body and gently lowered them, one either side of him. The bikers kneeling either side of her head stuffed their sticky cocks back inside their pants and then zipped them up, stood and sauntered to the door. The biker between her legs stuffed his organ away as well, and then he leaned forward. He kissed her passionately and then whispered "Who are you?" Michele murmured back, lost for breath, "Michele." "Well Michele," he smiled, "you come back here any time you want to sweetheart." He quickly kissed her again on the lips, rose and strolled after his friends. To be continued... Michele And The Predator Ch. 05 The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman. He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker's semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her own emission and that of the biker who had fucked her. With her leather mini bunched around her waist and her red high heels wide apart resting on the ottoman, she looked fucked and contented. He handed her the bunched up toilet paper, "Clean yourself up," he growled. The Predator watched the transvestite as she sat up and adjusted her underwear; she stood up and moved over to the mirror and used the paper and some tap water to clean most of the semen off her hair and clothing; she went into one of stalls for a few minutes and then he heard a flush. He was thinking to himself that he had very much underestimated this transvestite bitch; she had handled all of the circumstances that he had put her in to and was gaining the upper hand with each situation. A plan formulated in the back of his mind. Would she go for it? There was only one way to find out. The Predator held his hand out to the dishevelled woman and when she took it he led her back to the ottoman and indicated for her to sit. She sat down and he sat beside her and looked at her face; still pretty despite the messy makeup and unkempt hair. He slid a hand over her stockinged thigh and looked her in the eyes, "Michele is it? Well Michele, we are leaving here now and I'm taking you home. On the way we are going to have a chat and I'm going to make you an offer that I want you to consider; either way, given what has happened tonight I don't think you want to go the authorities and tell them what happened; otherwise your friends and family would have to know about your double life. Just think my proposition over let me know one way or the other." The Predator kissed her gently on the lips and helped her to her feet; he handed her her purse and took her by the arm and escorted her out of the ladies room into the dark bar. He walked Michele past the booth where Red still sat nursing a drink, "Bye Red," he muttered as they walked past. As they made their way to the door of the bar the bikers standing around the pool table all applauded and yelled out cat calls. The Predator led her out into the cool night air and over to his car; he opened the door for her and as she went to get in the car he pulled her to him and kissed her. She responded and wrapped her arms around him holding him tight. He gently disengaged himself and helped her into the car and they drove away into the night. Three weeks later... The Predator looked at the middle aged woman spread eagled on the huge four poster bed. She was tied hand and foot to the bed by the stockings he had taken from her dresser. She was just to his taste; her heavily made up face was framed by her permed red hair. He studied her for a minute. Her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles just visible under the layers of foundation, face powder and rouge. Her eyes were pale blue framed by her dark mascara and eyeliner and her bright red lipsticked lips quivered in fear. The Predator cast his eyes along her body. She wore a red satin evening gown; now slit open from her breasts to the hem at the bottom of the dress. The gown had been pulled open exposing the black nylon full slip that she wore underneath; this garment too had been slit from top to hem exposing her red satin half-cup brassiere and matching directoire knickers. Just above the waistband of her knickers the lace top of a black suspender belt was visible; the garter straps peeking out from the legs of her knickers were attached to high sheen taupe stockings; the stocking tops were dark brown and pulled taught where the suspenders were attached by their glistening silver clips. Her shoes were red suede high heeled pumps. The Predator thought she looked like a sacrifice on an alter; the bizarre image was like some gothic tale; with her red satin gown and black full slip spread open beside her; he imagined she looked like a vampire queen, spread eagled and awaiting the stake. The Predator moved over to the side of the bed and gently, light as a feather, ran the point of the silver steel blade of his knife along her body; starting from between her breasts, along the curve of her belly and down to her sex. As she moaned he savoured her fear. The Predator placed his other hand over the crotch of her satin directoire knickers and pushed the silky material into her cleft, "Like I said, honey; don't cry out and no one gets hurt," he whispered. Michele was dressed in a full-body black leather corset; her new breastforms filled the cups so that the leather pulled taught across her breasts. She wore black satin full cut panties, the crotch just visible below the bottom of the corset. Suspender straps ran from the corset underneath her panties and were attached to diaphanous black nylons with dark reinforced cuban heels and stocking-tops; tiny diamantes decorated the satiny stocking-tops and the cuban heels; a black seam ran up the back of the stockings. These were the same stockings the Predator had made her wear to the biker bar three weeks ago; she knew he loved them. Her feet were shod in black patent leather high heeled sandals; her painted red toenails just visible through the reinforced toes of her nylons. Michele had carefully matched her makeup to her attire; which reflected her mood this evening. Earlier in the evening she had sat in front of her makeup mirror and contemplated how she wanted to look. The theme was dark; black actually, and she was so excited that she had to be extra careful when applying her makeup. She applied two thick but even coats of pale foundation to her face and neck. Then she painted jet black kohl to her upper and lower eyelids, starting in the very corner of her each eye, working outwards applying three thick coats so that her eyes looked like an Egyptian goddess. She carefully brushed dark purple eyeshadow onto her eyelids applying several coats to get the desired effect; she smudged the dark makeup with a finger feathering it out and up so that it faded just below her eyebrows and extended right to the outer edges of her eyes. Michele next applied a dusting of red rouge to her cheeks; running it diagonally across her cheek-line and feathering it up to almost meet with her eyeshadow. She applied a coat of pale face powder next, setting the foundation and rouge. Then she carefully removed the plump black false eyelashes from their little plastic container. She fiddled around until they were set perfectly and indistinguishable from her own upper eyelashes. Her lashes were now long, plump and dark. She heavily mascared her lower eyelashes and then reached for her lipstick. She applied blood red lipstick to her lips using the base coat applicator and then set her lipstick with the clear top coat. As she did this she was pleased to see her bright red nail polish matched the lipstick perfectly. Michele applied another coat of pale face powder and reached for the wig she had selected earlier. The wig was a jet-black short bob; she adjusted it in place and fiddled with the fringe so that it was in a perfectly straight line across her forehead coming down to just over her eyebrows. She gave it a final combing; the sides of her hair extended along her cheeks and angled up; the hair at the back of the wig ran high across the back of her neck displaying her delicate white skin. To emphasise her neck she clipped on a diamante set silver necklace which had three strings of diamantes drops connected to the main necklace hanging down to the top of her breasts. She clipped on matching earrings which dropped almost to her shoulders. Michele wore a huge red ruby ring set in silver on the ring finger of her right hand and a huge yellow diamond with matching setting on her left. On all of her other fingers she wore silver rings of various designs. Around her slim, black-nylon clad ankles she wore silver anklets. She stood up and slinked over to her full-length mirror and looked at herself, her eyes wondering up and down, adjusting little things here and there. She uttered one word; "Perfect." Then she sprayed herself liberally with her favourite perfume, 'Poison', pulled on a trench coat and went down stairs to wait for the Predator who would soon be here to take her out on her first adventure with him. Michele now stood on the other side of the huge four poster bed and looked down at her captive. He was tied to the bed in the same fashion as his wife; lashed to the frame of the bed by nylon stockings. He was wearing a black dinner suit but the jacket had been discarded before the man was restrained on the bed. His crisp white formal shirt was unbuttoned; the tails untucked from his trousers and the shirt wide open displaying his dark hairy chest. His black dress trousers had been pulled down to his ankles so that only his white satin boxer shorts covered his manhood. He was about fifty but still trim and handsome; his deep blue eyes were set off by his black curly hair. His face was chiselled and his cheeks well defined. Michele ran a sharp red fingernail down his body, starting at his throat and ending just below his belly button where the waistband of his boxer shorts lay tight across his abdomen. The man groaned; "You won't get away with this you bitch!" Michele responded by gently fondling his package through the satin shorts and whispering, "Shush honey; you heard what my partner said; don't cry out and no one gets hurt!" She was pleased to feel the man was adequately endowed and could hardly wait for the fun to begin. Her own genitals ware restrained by a gaff and as her excitement mounted it was becoming decidedly uncomfortable. The Predator was naked; his rampant penis stuck out in front of him, tumescent, pink and swollen, a long rope of clear pre-seminal fluid hung from the eye of his glans. He climbed onto the bed and straddled the woman who was lashed there spread eagled. He rubbed his cock over her satin encased tits and groaned as the silky material stimulated the nerves in his hard member. The woman squirmed beneath him but all her movements did was to excite him further. He grasped the bed head and lifted himself up and forward until his cock was over the woman's face and then lowered his crotch until his erect penis rested on her cheek. He rubbed his cock all over her face and was delighted when a single tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. Michele watched the Predator climb on the bed and knew that the fun was about to start. She saw the look of anger in the eyes of the woman's husband. She sat on the bed beside the man and lowered her face to his and pressed her mouth down on his thick sensuous lips. He tried to move his head away and she gripped his testicles through his shorts and squeezed. He got the message and lay still; he knew there was nothing he could do. The Predator had done all the talking when they had overpowered the couple as they had just finished dressing to go out for the evening. The threats the Predator had made, particularly against the woman, had forced the couple to capitulate. They knew their best option was to be compliant and then hope that the man and woman who had broken into their house would leave them unharmed once they had had their way with them. Michele probed her tongue inside the man's lips and forced it into his mouth; she swirled it around and savoured his sweet fresh breath. She eased her grip on his testes and snaked her hand inside his shorts and took his thick flaccid member in her hand. She kissed him harder and slowly started to stroke his penis. She heard him gasp and then she felt his cock begin to harden in her fingers. Michele smiled even as she continued to kiss him; she thought to herself that men were just so easy to control. The Predator looked across at Michele kissing the helpless man on the bed and smiled when he saw her hand disappear inside his shorts. He sniggered when he saw that she was goading an erection out of the man. He moved his body down onto the woman so that he was lying on top of her, his face hovering over hers, "Look," he said, "your husband can't help himself; he's enjoying it!" The woman strained and turned her head and saw the attractive black clad woman kissing her husband; she looked down and was horrified to see the bitch had her hand inside her husband's shorts and was stroking him. She was more horrified when she saw the woman ease her husband's erect member out of the fly of his shorts and stroke his hard cock, her bright red fingernails snaking up and down his tumescent member. Michele was now stroking the hard cock in her left hand; she slid her fingers up and down the spongy mass of sinew and veins and felt it thicken and engorge. She kissed the man passionately and he groaned and started to respond to her kisses, the tip of his tongue exploring hers. Michele pressed her body against his and slid one sleek nyloned leg over his and began to rub her black nyloned leg up and down; he writhed and began to push up with his abdomen so that his cock was actually fucking her hands. She loosened her fingers so that his cock was held in a feather like grasp; barely touching the skin of his penis. She felt him buck and bounce as he tried to get more friction on his manhood. Michele's smile widened. The Predator watched as the woman looked on horrified at the reaction of her husband to the ministrations of the whore who was rubbing her stockinged thigh along her husband's leg. She saw him attempting to fuck the trollop's hand and heard his heavy breathing in between the long wet kisses. More tears escaped her. The Predator lowered his face to the woman and began to spray soft kisses on her pale skin; he gently lapped up her tears with his lips. He ran his hand down her belly and tenderly cupped her sex through her directoire knickers and began to work the soft gossamer material of the knickers into her cleft. The woman stiffened beneath him and then began to struggle. He forced his lips down on hers and pushed a finger into the folds of her labia and began to softly stroke her clitoris. Michele looked across at the Predator as he began to stimulate the woman's sex and force his mouth over hers. She lifted her face away from the woman's husband and whispered in his ear, "Look." The man turned his head to the side and was greeted by the sight of his wife struggling under the monster who had invaded their house. To his disgust he saw his wife stop struggling and begin to move her hips in a circular motion in time with the man's hand which was buried in his wife's knickers. While his attention was elsewhere Michele turned around on the bed and lowered her face the husband's erect shaft and slurped the stiff member into her mouth, smoothing her lips all the way along the shaft until her lips were at the base of his cock; she lashed her tongue around the bulbous glans. The man moaned and pushed his hips up off the bed and began to fuck her mouth as she moved up and down on his rampant cock. The Predator looked across at Michele and saw her fellating the woman's husband. The man was face fucking Michele and he had look of extreme pleasure on his face. The woman beneath him was now squirming and bucking as he manipulated her clitty through her knickers; he took his hand away and heard her mumble her disappointment into his mouth as he kissed her. He didn't disappoint her for long; he adjusted his position on top of her so that his hard cock was buried in the fissure of her open labia and began to dry fuck her through her satin knickers. She bucked up against him and he moaned at the intense sensations shooting through his cock caused by the sleek material of her knickers rubbing against his erection. Michele was sucking the husband's cock in a steady rhythm, grasping the sinewy cock between her lips and whisking her tongue along and over his glans. She could taste his secretions and his humping motion lifted his arse clear of the bed as he bucked under her. She glanced across to see the Predator slide his cock between the wife's legs and knew that soon this little drama would come to its climax. Michele eased her face away for the man and this time she actually heard him grumble in disapproval. She eased a hand inside her panties and untied the gaff so that her aching member could be free and then she lifted herself up over the man so that her stockinged thighs straddled his. Michele raised her arse up and eased the gusset of her black nylon panties to one side and lowered herself slowly so that the tip of the man's cock nestled up against her sphincter. Michele lowered herself and gasped at exactly the same time as the man when his thick bulbous glans slid inside her. The Predator saw Michele mount the husband and position his cock underneath her; he pushed the woman's face to the right so she could see what her husband was doing. The woman gasped, and as she did the Predator quickly repositioned his cock under leg of the woman's directoire knickers and pushed his hard cock into her tight slick cunt. The woman bucked and rolled beneath him and he hung on to her and enjoyed the ride. He didn't know if she was trying to buck him off or was trying to fuck him and he didn't care; her firm vaginal walls were stretched around his rampant penis and all he could feel was the intense pleasure shooting out from his groin. The woman beneath him began to set a measured tempo with her thrusts and it was obvious now that she was enjoying what she was getting; forced or not. The Predator adjusted his position so that the base of his cock pushed against the woman's clitoris and his balls rubbed against her gossamer smooth directoire knickers. He started to fuck her hard and fast feeling his orgasm building. Michele eased herself down further so that the man's cock slid slowly further inside her. She had lubricated her back passage in the bathroom before she had joined the Predator at the bedside and now she was glad she had. The cock filled her anus and she had to take it easy and ride with the man beneath her to stop him lunging up and stabbing her arse with his cock. She took control and eventually she was filled up with hot throbbing cock. She sat down hard on the man to stop him from fucking her; she just sat there and enjoyed the feel of hot cock filling her arse. Michele stated to gyrate as she clenched and unclenched her internal muscles to stimulate the cock buried inside her. Then she started to slowly ease herself up and down on the rampant member, eventually loosening up enough so that she could increase the tempo. The man beneath her sensed this and matched her with his thrusts; as she lowered herself down, he thrust up; the head of his cock pressed against her postrate and she felt her own orgasm build. Michele bucked faster up and down on the cock and felt it slide in and out of her and stimulate the hundreds of nerves along the walls of her arse. She was close to coming. The Predator fucked the housewife with long hard strokes and lowered his face to hers and was greeted by sloppy wet kisses as the woman bucked beneath him. Her cunt was spasming around his cock and he sensed she was about to come; he thrust faster and harder and was rewarded with her hot juices flowing around his hard cock. He crushed his lips against hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth; he ground his groin against hers and she pushed back hard against him and her cunt convulsed as she orgasmed. The Predator's cock spasmed and twitched as it shot load after load of hot semen deep into the woman. The housewife pushed back against him and shuddered as her orgasm racked her; she gasped around his tongue but continued to mash her lips against his, there tongues intertwined and teeth crashing together so intense was their climax. Michele And The Predator Ch. 05 Michele pushed down hard on the cock buried deep in her arse and felt it convulse. The man's member shuddered deep inside her and as it spasmed she felt jets of hot fluid fill her back passage. His knob was pushed hard against her postrate and she felt her release. Her issue shot from her semi-hard cock and filled the front of her panties. Michele slammed her arse up and down on the rock hard cock that was spewing semen deep inside her. She screamed and moaned and shook her head; the sensation was so exquisite. Eventually her climax subsided and she came to rest straddling the man who lay there moaning beneath her, his cock pulsing in the last throes of his orgasm. Michele lowered her head and gave the man a sloppy wet kiss and then leaned back and looked across at the Predator. The Predator looked across at Michele as she raised herself from the hot wet kiss that she was giving the husband. He saw her straighten up, the man's cock still buried in her arse as she straddled him. She smiled at him and leaned across; the Predator lifted himself from the housewife and Michele and the Predator kissed each other passionately across the bodies of their victims who lay lashed to their marital bed; the Predators cock was becoming flaccid inside the woman, and Michele's back passage was contracting around the wilting cock buried inside her. The wife looked across at her husband and whispered, "We can never tell anyone about this," Her husband responded, "Never." Michele and the Predator smiled at each other. The End