Chapter 5

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.