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