PayBack

I stared at her some more, then finally found my voice.  “It’s better than all right,” I said with a smile.  “You look amazing, baby,” and she did.

Her slender body was usually too boyish for my tastes, which generally ran to much bustier and curvy figures.  I’d only really taken to her in the first place because her face was so pretty and because she seemed so desperate to get into my pants.  Even then, I might just have settled for the occasional blowjob, as I did with so many of the women I fucked from work.  Working for my multi-billionaire father’s company made it easy for me to have the pick of the women at work.  Given that the old man pretty much did the same, I felt safe from any complaint of sexual harassment.

But Claudia was so enthusiastic in her attentions that I’d broken my usual rule of fuck them and leave them and started seeing her regularly, or at least visiting the apartment she shared with another woman for a booty call.  I didn’t take her anywhere fancy as I didn’t want the paparazzi taking pictures of me with her.  You see, I’m considered a playboy around here, and thanks mostly to my father’s money, I could often be seen out on the town with some beautiful woman with big tits showing lots of cleavage on my arm.

However, I was starting to get a little bit tired of Claudia’s bony frame until I had the brainwave of buying her a collection of sexy lingerie.  She had just emerged from the bedroom wearing some of it, which had transformed her from a skinny tomboy to a sexy femme fatale.  I could feel my dick getting hard just looking at her.  I wasn’t sure which I found more enticing, the translucent lace camisole that almost but not quite concealed her small tits, the shimmering silk of the black stockings that clung to her long legs, held in place by an intricately patterned suspender belt, or the glimpse of her sex afforded by the crotchless panties.

I beckoned her over, spent a few pleasurable minutes running my hands over the soft fabrics covering her thin frame, and then gestured downwards with my head.  She knew what to do.  As I stripped off my shirt, she knelt in front of me and started unbuckling my belt.  Within seconds my engorged dick was thrusting into her willing mouth.  My mind was already turning to the delicious prospect of bending her over the small dining table and fucking her from behind when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Startled, I pulled my boner out of her mouth.  “I thought you said Gina was out tonight?” I demanded crossly.

Claudia shook her head.  “Gina wouldn’t ring the doorbell unless she lost her key,” Claudia said of her flatmate.

“Well, go and see who it is, you idiot, and if it isn’t Gina, tell them to fuck off,” I instructed.  “We’re about to get busy fucking in here.”

She nodded, picked up the coat she had discarded when we returned from the wine bar and hurried out of the room.  I could hear her high heels clicking on the wooden boards of the hallway.  The front door opened, there was a brief conversation I couldn’t hear, and it closed again.  A few seconds later, Claudia stumbled back into the living room.

“I’m sorry, Louis,” she said, but I wasn’t looking at her.

All my attention was on the two black men who had followed her in, and they were carrying guns.  Two Glock 45s.  Right now, one of them was being waved in my direction.

“Louis, eh?” said its owner.

He was tall and heavily built, perhaps in his late 40s, with afro black hair and a pock-marked face that I suspected would have scared me witless even if it hadn’t creased into a menacing grin as he glanced down at my rapidly shrinking erection.

“Did we frighten your poor little dick? No loss there, judging by that unimpressive clit, I’d say.  But I reckon we should look at what got it all excited.” He turned to his companion.  “What do you reckon, Garth?”

The other intruder returned the grin, holding a scared-looking Claudia by the arm.  He was younger (late 20s), with a fresh face and close-cropped black hair.  Although similarly sized to his companion, he gave the impression that where the older man might run to some flab, he was built of solid muscle under his frayed T-shirt and dirty jeans.  Shifting his grip, he pulled the coat off Claudia and gave an appreciative whistle at what was revealed.

“Very nice,” murmured the first man, “very nice indeed.  I reckon she’ll do nicely, don’t you?”

Garth nodded, then jerked his head at me.  “But I’m not sure I fancy yours, Butch.”

The older man laughed, a sound that, if anything, was even more disturbing than his smile.  “Oh, I don’t know, appearances can be deceptive, you know.”

He took a step toward me.  I backed away, and my hands were now cupped around my exposed genitals.

“Look,” I said, fighting to force the words past the fear that constricted my throat.  “I’ve…  I’ve got some money in my wallet.  You can take that, and Claudia has jewelry.  You—”

I got no further with my words.  Moving with surprising speed for someone his size, Butch closed the distance between us and gave me a ringing, open-handed slap on the face.  I felt my cheek redden and would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t grabbed me by the chin and held me in place with one massive black hand.

“Garth,” he called over his shoulder, “why don’t you go and see whether the young lady has what we need?”

Without waiting for an answer, Butch turned his attention back to me.  I looked up into his scowling face and was so petrified that I was worried I might pee myself.  I had never been one for physical confrontation, much less violence.  Short and lightly built, I could not win any fights.  I had generally avoided sports, gyms, or any situations that called for strength, aggression, or undressing in public places.  I preferred to let my money, or, if I was honest, my father’s money, do all the talking.

But now, none of that was going to help me.  I was completely at this brute’s mercy, and he knew it.  He held me in place for a couple of minutes, saying nothing.  My heart hammered in my chest, and I kept flicking frightened glances down to the weapon he was twirling in his free hand.  After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted the gun in front of my terrified face and then put it down on a side table where I could reach it just as easily as him.

“I’m not going to need that, am I?” he growled.

“N-no,” I stuttered.  The man gazed at me steadily for a moment.  “No, sir,” I amended.

He gave a little nod of satisfaction.  Behind him, I heard his younger accomplice call out.  “We’re all good, Butch.  She knows what to do.”

“Right,” the older man said.  “We’ll look around and see what we can take when we leave.  But before we say goodbye, we will have a little party first and what’s a party without girls, eh?”

“Gotta have pussy, Butch,” Garth shouted, strolling through the living room into the kitchen, where I could hear the fridge door opening.

“Trouble is…” Butch continued.  “We seem to have only one pussy available, and there’s two of us.  So where do you suppose we’re going to find a second girl? We could pay for one, but that would defeat the purpose of this being a robbery, wouldn’t it? So it might be easier if we just, you know, used the material at hand, right?”

As he started steering me toward the bedroom, I tried to process what he had just said, then gaped with shock.  “Wait, you can’t mean—” I began.

“I mean,” Butch said as he pushed open the door to reveal Claudia, trepidation written all her face, “that if two girls don’t come out to join us for a drink, it will not be the walls on which we’ll be carving our initials as a memento, got that?”

“Yes,” I mumbled miserably as I joined Claudia.  “I mean, yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” growled Butch.  He shifted his gaze to Claudia.  “Better do a good job,” he warned.

Claudia gave a scared nod and stood back as he shut the door.  “Come on, Louis,” she said, her voice steadier than I expected.  “We’d better get started.”

*****

Claudia gestured to a pile of clothing on the bed.  I stared at her incredulously, conscious of the fear churning in my guts.  “You can’t be serious!” I said wide-eyed.  “Can’t we—”

“Can’t we what?” she answered in a dull tone.  “We’re ten floors up, so we can’t get out.  If we bang on the walls, they’ll hear us, and that horrible guy Garth took my phone.  They’ll have got yours too.  I saw you put it down out there.” She took a deep breath.  “We’re going to have to, Louis, if we want to get through this.”

“But I can’t,” I babbled.  “Maybe you could—” I gestured toward the door.

Claudia’s face darkened.  “Could what? Take care of them on my own? Is that what you mean?”

I nodded miserably.  “I’ll pay you for it.  Pay you well.”

“Oh, thank you very much, asshole,” she said bitterly, still keeping her voice low.  “Your Daddy’s wallet won’t save you now.  I suppose you’d like to hide while they rape me.  Very gallant of you, I’m sure.  But no, you heard what they said.  They want both of us, and I do not want to argue with those handguns, right?”

I shook my head.  I didn’t either.  But every fiber in my body wanted to rebel against what they were forcing me to do.  My mouth opened and closed, and I almost bounced up and down as I tried simultaneously to convey that to Claudia and devise a way out of my predicament.

“Louis!” Claudia hissed and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the en-suite bathroom.  “Just shut up and do what you’re told, OK?” She opened a cabinet with her free hand and took out a bottle of blue pills.  “Take two of those.  They’ll help calm you down.” She handed me a glass of water, and I did as I was told.  “Now, get in the shower.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but there was an unusually determined look on her face, and I was out of other options.  So I got into the narrow cubicle and turned on the water.  I reached for my usual soap, but Claudia gave me a different bottle of lotion.  It produced a floral-scented foam with which I liberally coated my torso.  I was about to rinse it off, but Claudia stopped me.

“You need to lose that body hair,” she instructed.  “You do the top half, I’ll do the bottom, OK?”

Claudia handed me a razor, keeping a second for herself.  Once again, I thought about arguing, but her expression dissuaded me.  So, instead, I started carefully removing the meager amount of dark hair from my chest, arms, and even my armpits, conscious that she was doing the same to my legs.

When I was done, she rinsed me off, reapplied the foam, and finished off any patches I’d missed, including on the parts of my back I couldn’t reach.  Finally, she carefully shaved my genitals.  It might have been a sensual experience under other circumstances.  However, as it was, I had to hold myself still, terrified she might cut me, but her hands were a lot steadier than mine would have been.

After rinsing off again and shampooing my hair several times, I was finally allowed out of the shower, shivering involuntarily at the strange feeling of being hairless.  I was also feeling quite lightheaded, which I assumed was the work of the pills I’d taken.  I made no protest as Claudia worked some sort of cream into my hair before putting it into curlers and then led me back into the bedroom.

“Put these on,” she instructed.

‘These’ turned out to be a pair of wispy stockings.  “I… I can’t,” I mumbled.

“Oh, of course, you don’t know how, do you? Here, let me show you.”

Claudia sat me on the bed and then neatly rolled up one of the stockings, gathering it like I might with a tight pair of socks.  She slipped it over the toes of one unresisting foot.  She then steadily unrolled it, pulling and smoothing it until its elasticated and patterned top was clinging to my thigh.  Was it silk? It felt gossamer light against my shaven leg.  She handed me the other stocking.  “Now, you try.”

I looked up at her wordlessly, feeling utterly adrift.  She nodded and gave me an encouraging smile.  It took a little effort, but before long, I had the second stocking in place, followed by a pink and black bra and panty set that I recognized as one of my recent purchases for her.

“Good thing you’re about the same size as me,” she smiled as she tucked my soft, shriveled dick away inside the smooth fabric, where it left a small bulge.  “I think I’ve got some breast pads here somewhere.  Oh yes, here they are.” She slipped a couple of flesh-colored inserts inside my bra to give an impression of a small pair of tits.  “Now, shoes.  You won’t fit in my pumps.  I think your feet are a little bigger than mine, but maybe these, with the open toes?” She held up a pair for inspection.

I found my voice for the first time since I’d got in the shower.  “But the heels are too high! I won’t be able to stand up in them.”

“Sure you will,” she said reassuringly and got me to step into them.

It was a tight squeeze, but she could get the straps up and over the back of my heels and fasten the ones on top of my feet.  My toes protruded slightly over the front, but I could stand in them, if somewhat unsteadily.  I spent a few minutes walking up and down in the bedroom, with Claudia instructing me how to ‘walk like a lady.’ By the time she had me sit in front of her dresser, my calves were starting to ache, but I’d at least gotten over the feeling that I would take a tumble with every step.

“Now, makeup,” said Claudia, who seemed to be relishing the chance to focus on my transformation rather than think about what might come next.  “They’re not going to want anything subtle, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to cake it on like a whore.”

She worked away on my face, hair, eyelashes, and fingernails for the best of an hour.  I had no idea that so many creams, powders, and paints seemed to go into female makeup; it was simply extraordinary.  At one point, there was a rap on the door.

“How’s it going in there, bitches?” called Garth.

“Fine, just a little longer,” Claudia said calmly, raising her voice to be heard. You do want us looking good, right?”

“Yeah,” came the answer, “but we’re running out of booze and want some company.”

“Understood,” Claudia said, patiently applying lipstick, not straight out of a tube, as I would have thought, but with a little brush.  “There, that looks pretty good.  Now, what about some perfume and jewelry? You mustn’t forget that!”

She lightly sprayed some scent around my neck and then, after some deliberation, wound some pearls tightly around my neck and swapped out my usual small earrings for pendants with gold-encased pearls that matched the choker.

“Do you want a look?” she asked, gesturing toward the mirror behind me the whole time she was working on me.

I wasn’t sure I did, but I took a peek anyway, then stared, transfixed by the image in the glass.  It was a stranger.  There, I saw a woman in lots of makeup.  But not me, surely.  Because I didn’t, I couldn’t possibly look that hot.  Sexy.  Even slutty? Yet when I saw that face, the big eyes rimmed in black, the heavy lashes that disappeared as I blinked my own, the rosy cheeks, the glistening crimson lips parted in an ‘O’ of astonishment, and all framed by blonde-tipped curls.

With a start, I realized that my dick was stiffening inside my panties.  Oh God, I was giving myself a hard-on! What kind of pervert did that make me? I looked round to see whether Claudia had noticed.  Still, she was busy redoing her lipstick, peering over my shoulder into the mirror.  She smacked her lips, then patted me on the shoulder.

“Time to go, baby, they’ll be waiting.”

The reference to the two home invaders was enough to soften my erection, but not as much as I would have liked.  Stifling the urge to go and hide in the bathroom, I rose and followed Claudia out the door and into the living room, still a little uncertain in my heels.