Forced Entry

But how would Danny take it? He might want vengeance. She would have to find a way to keep her crossdressing and her rape out of the story that they would have to tell the police.

After a while Michele became aware that the only sound she could hear in the hotel room was Danny's heavy breathing. She turned her head sideways and saw him looking at her intently.

She sat up gingerly, her stained and tattered underwear sticking to her body; her makeup ruined and her face stained with drying semen. She sat on the bed next to Danny and pulled the gag out his mouth and he gasped.

"That was fucking intense; I've never been so scared but so fucking turned on at the same time!" Danny wheezed.

"Fuck Mike; I never dreamed you would look so hot dressed as a woman!"

"Call me Michele," she corrected him.

She looked at Danny still tied to the chair and saw that he still had an erection tenting the front of his pants. Her mind clicked over as an idea struck her.

"Now Danny; we need to keep this a secret between us no matter what happens," Michele said as she unzipped his flies and his stubby erection sprang loose.

Danny groaned as Michele lowered her face into his lap...

In their haste to get out of Mike's hotel room, Ronnie and Jermain had not seen Michele's laptop computer set up on the desk in the corner; or the steady green light indicating that her webcam was transmitting real time video into the Yahoo chatroom.

In the darkened bedroom of house thousands of miles away, a man sat in front his computer screen logged into a Yahoo chatroom and stroked his cock as he watched a transvestite; her lingerie stained and tattered, her makeup ruined and her face smeared with semen, perform fellatio on a fat man tied to a chair in some distant hotel room.