Perhaps a little ‘harder’ than previous stories…..

 

The Front Door - Tale 3          by: Amanda Walker

 

Amanda was in the kitchen feeling comfortably feminine when she heard the front door burst open.

She realised with horror that she had forgotten to secure the Yale lock and there was someone in the house. Not daring to move she sat very still made no sound. The intruder was in the living room, then he called out from the hall.

"Anyone there!"

At this point Amanda coughed and immediately the man was with her in the kitchen. He was slight with long dark hair but well muscled and was heavily flushed probably from running.

"Hello my lovely, I need your help and I need it now. I’m not asking understand!"

Amanda was frozen with shock and did not reply so the intruder grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards him. "Understand Bitch!"

She began to cry, "Please don’t hurt me, please."

"If you do as I tell you, no one gets hurt OK?"

"OK" she whimpered.

"Now listen, the cops are looking for me so you are going to the door if they call and you ain’t seen me right!" (Copyright Fast Show – UK only joke).

"OK, whatever you say sir."

"Sir! I like that bitch, that’s what you’ll call me. Now I need to hide upstairs and change my clothes, lets see if your husband or boyfriend has anything I can ‘borrow’."

He pushed her up the stairs while holding on to her hair, he went through John’s wardrobe and pulled out some trousers a shirt and jumper. He pushed Amanda face down on the bed.

"Lie there and don’t move while I change!"

She lay still just now coming to her senses. The phone was by the bed, even if she got the chance would she want the police to call? She decided to play along with the man and hopefully he would leave once the hunt had passed. She had never been seen by anyone, only walked out at night and now there was a man holding her hostage. She dressed for pleasure and had never thought about being gay. The idea of being treated as a woman by a man did appeal but she did not want to go all the way.

Quickly the intruder changed into John’s things, she could see he kept watching her and smiling at her prostrate on the bed. Then once he was dressed he did what she most feared and sat beside her and began to stroke her hair then her stockinged legs.

"No, please no." She whispered.

"Don’t worry I keep to my promises, I won’t hurt you if you look after me."

‘Look after me’ what does he mean by that she wondered?

He leant over kissed her tenderly on the cheek then offered his hand to lift her from the bed.

"I’m sorry if I was too rough, my situation is desperate. I have done wrong and the cops are after me I just want to get away. You are a very beautiful woman don’t be frightened. Go to the window now and look to see if they’re coming."

She went to the window and pretended to adjust the curtains, sure enough police officers were calling at all the houses and they would soon be here. "They’re coming now sir." She said.

"OK", said the man, "now relax and when they come to the door answer as if you have just woken after an afternoon nap. No clues no gestures alright!"

"OK, I just want you to go, I don’t want any trouble."

After a few minutes the police did indeed knock at the door.

"Right remember what I said. What is your name by the way?"

"Bitch apparently" replied Amanda.

"I’m sorry about that, please what is your name?"

"Amanda"

"Thank-you. Please Amanda just get rid of them and I can go."

"Alright."

She left him sitting on the bed and went down the stairs and answered the door. The policeman was polite and just asked if she had seen anything, she followed the story and said that he had in fact woken her from a nap and she didn’t know what was going on. He thanked her and asked her to be on her guard and report anything suspicious.

"Thanks you were great! Come back upstairs."

"I was too afraid to do anything else."

"I’m sorry, please sit here beside me."

Amanda reluctantly sat on the bed.

"It’s a shame us meeting like this, I think we could have been great friends."

"I prefer to choose my friends in more conventional ways." Replied Amanda.

"There’s no need to be like that." He replied angrily. "I don’t like your tone I thought I said you were to look after me?"

"I’d rather you left as soon as possible, I’ve done what you asked."

This final comment seemed to anger him, and in a swift movement he had grabbed the belt from her robe and pushed her face down onto the bed and was securing her wrists behind her.

"You bastard what have I done to yo…"

Her cries were choked off as he stuffed a pair of panties into her mouth. While she tried to spit them out and kick at him he went onto the landing and picked up a roll of carpet tape he’d seen earlier. In a moment Amanda’s mouth was taped shut then her ankles and wrists were taped tightly together. He rolled her onto her back so she could see him.

"There, perhaps I should have done that straightaway."

He lay beside her and began to caress her again this time kissing her neck and rubbing against her tethered body, despite herself the bondage and gentle attention were driving her wild and her head arched back exposing more of her neck for him to kiss. She was glad she was wearing a heavy girdle as his hand reached between her thighs and gently stroked her nylon-clad legs. He continued until she squealed despite the gag as she came in pulses of pleasure.

She felt relieved but guilty that this man she hated had done that to her.

"Enjoyed that didn’t you bitch! See you later!"

His next movement was to full a pillow cover over her head and tie it off around her neck.

She couldn’t see and me made no more sounds, she thought there was the sound of the kettle then nothing as she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke it was because the bedroom light was turned on. She spluttered into the gag and her arms were sore but she was other wise unharmed. She felt her bonds being released and then the hood was removed.

"Will you be quiet?"

She nodded.

"OK I’ll take the gag off, any funny business and…"

She nodded again.

"The cops are still outside, they’re going to see me as soon as I step out."

"That’s a shame, I don’t want to annoy you but you can understand that I want you to leave as soon as possible."

"Yes, I know I’ve taken advantage, I just can’t help my temper. I need a better disguise."

Amanda was relieved at his calmness, she didn’t want to be restrained again, ‘I must get him away’ she thought.

"Would you be prepared to let me dress you so no one would recognise you?" she asked.

"You could do that?" he replied.

"I have an idea, may I sit up?"

"Yes alright, what are you thinking?"

She looked at him, John’s clothes fitted perfectly therefore Amanda’s would too.

"Now don’t get mad but would you be prepared to wear a dress and pretend to be a woman?"

His initial reaction was of rage but he could see she was serious. He had to get out of here whatever the way hell why not.

"I’ve never done that before, you know I’m not a queer."

"Who’s to know, you have to do something, the police obviously believe you’re still around, they’ll be back searching soon."

"You think I could look convincing enough?"

"I’m sure shall we try?"

This was going to mean giving away some of her precious clothes but if it got rid of him and didn’t involve the police that would be enough.

"Now I’ll get the clothes out, you start off by stripping to your undies."

He nodded and she selected some of her older underwear, a denim knee length skirt and a red jumper. She handed him the tight panties.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes and tuck Mr. Happy between your legs for a better look, don’t worry I’ll turn away."

He quickly changed then she fastened the bra around him and filled the cups with old tights. Next she had him slide a pair of thick black tights onto his legs, they covered the hairs very well. His bravado had diminished as he saw himself in the mirror.

"OK?" she asked.

"Yes, feels kind of strange though."

She then had him step into the skirt and pull the jumper over his head. His unruly hair looked quite good once she brushed it through then she used curling tongues to put a gentle wave into it. She slipped a pair of low heeled court shoes on his feet and then prepared to do his makeup.

"Close your eyes just for a moment while I make up your face."

"Do we have to go this far?"

"Do you want to get away?"

"Alright, alright."

Amanda added sparing makeup just a little colour on the eyelids, a smidgen of eyebrow pencil, a little blusher and a light pink lipstick. He looked quite presentable.

"Now there’s the new you, have a look."

He stared in the mirror, waved to the figure he didn’t recognise, ran his hand over the clothes and new curves.

"I don’t recognise myself, thank-you" he whispered.

"Right then beautiful, let’s get you out of here. We’ll get into my car and I’ll drive you away from here. Put you old clothes in this bag and take them with you, I’ll put some wet wipes for getting rid the makeup"

"Yes, yes alright" He was still dreamy looking at the imaginary girl he had become.

Amanda washed her face and brushed her hair, she was aware of the dampness from the earlier liaison but though that will have to wait. They went down the stairs to the hall, he was having to take care in the unfamiliar footwear.

"Now forget what you are wearing, walk out to the car, don’t look around, sit down and swing your legs in."

He did as he was told and they drove away, the policeman even held another car back to ease their passage and smiled as they passed. Amanda drove on to a quiet road with a picnic area about five miles away from her house.

"I think you should go now."

"Yes, thank you, I’m sorry I put you through this."

"Just go."

"OK"

In a flash he had grabbed the ignition key. He got out and suddenly was at the driver’s door trying to pull her from the vehicle. At first she resisted but then she relaxed, this threw him off balance in the unfamiliar footwear and he spun around striking his head on the car door.

Amanda was shocked and relieved but what should she do now?

Without needing to leave the car she could see that he was still breathing so she thought ‘stuff him I’m off, a quick anonymous call to plod should have him arrested soon’.

She drove off leaving the hated figure on the ground, she seriously thought about running him over but decided enough was enough, he hadn’t left her with any lasting damage. She drove away.

After a few minutes the man came to. Groggily he got to his feet and found a bench to sit on. He still wasn’t fully recovered when a man with his dog sat down beside him.

"Are you alright dear?"

"Just had a fall that’s all."

"That’s no good, here let me look after you." The man put his arm around the faux girl and began to stroke her hair, then his other hand began to stroke her leg. Still confused he could not resist.

"There, there that’s better isn’t it."

The stranger’s hands wandered further around his body, one hand going all the way up the leg until he discovered the secret that lay there.

"Oh my! A ‘special’ type of girl, we like them don’t we Rex. I’ve got some friends who like girls like you as well."

The stranger made a few calls on his mobile and was soon joined by those very friends.

No one heard the screams as they used and abused him it was a very remote spot.

The next day Amanda saw the local TV news. The man, who had murdered a local post office manager and stolen the pensions money was found at a local beauty spot, he was in hospital and had been declared mad by the psychiatrist, police believed they would never know what had happened to him.

 

 

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