Robbed And Raped

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I was in the ensuite off the bathroom applying the last of my make-up to complete my transformation from Martin to ‘Michele’ when I heard the disturbance. My wife Kerry was waiting for me in the bedroom nursing a gin and tonic. We had just returned from a boring party and I had convinced Kerry that tonight should be our ‘monthly special’. Kerry and I are in our mid 40’s and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because she loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn’t allow me my monthly ‘treat’, I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures. Kerry actively participates in my crossdressing pleasures, likes the sex and has got used to me being dressed and made up. She assists me in buying clothes, lingerie and make-up.

Tonight she has dressed rather sophisticated for the cocktail party. She wears a nice beige suit with a skirt that comes to just above the knee, sheer taupe pantyhose, a lilac teddy, and matching nylon panties. The ensemble is completed with a smart shoulder bag and steel grey court shoes. She looks very attractive for her age and I have been looking at her all night with the intention of ‘having’ her, dressed just as she is. Lucky for me Kerry has had a few gin and tonics at the party and even though we left early she is quite tipsy and receptive to my request for a ‘dress-up and play’ session. 

I decided to counter my wife’s sophisticated look with a gaudy, slutty, look that includes ‘hooker’ style make-up. I dress in a black corset, under which I have donned my girdle to flatten my 45-year old man’s belly. I wear 15 denier tan pantyhose as a foundation garment, as although I run an electric trimmer over my legs regularly, they are not fully shaven except for the tops of my thighs, ass, and around my cock and balls. I attached sheer nylon stockings to the garters on my corset and pulled red nylon panties over them. I painted my nails a bright red and shook them vigorously so they would dry in a hurry. I wear my favourite patent leather black ‘come fuck me’ high heels. I complete the look with full make-up including slutty red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and my brunette bob wig with the red highlights.
I look and feel like a real tart, just what I wanted. 

“Martin, go and see what that noise is in the laundry” shouts Kerry through the ensuite door from where she is sitting on the bed. “You know I’m ‘Michele’ when I’m dressed” I say. “Well just go and let the fucking dog in will you, before breaks the fucking door down” she scolds. I can tell by her language that she has had more than enough to drink. This excites me because she becomes a ‘rough diamond’ when drunk. She swears a lot and is more demanding when me make love. My small penis gives a little twinge of anticipation in my panties as I totter through the bedroom on my high heels on the way to check out the banging coming from the laundry. I notice Kerry has removed her jacket and is sitting on the bed, I want to hurry back because I really want to fuck her as she is, I don’t want her to undress. “I’m letting the fucking dog in, then I’m coming back to fuck you darling, so be prepared” I say as I pass her. She reaches out and pats my ass, “promises, promises” she laughs and takes another gulp of her drink. I walk faster as my arousal grows. 
“Fucking dog always wants to come in at the worst times” I mutter under my breath. “Don’t know why we have the fucking animal” I curse and open the door to the laundry. The small laundry has a door opposite to the one I just opened. It leads outside to a small courtyard where we have our washing line (It’s probably just as well the courtyard can’t be seen from street given some of the items of clothing that often hang on that line).

As I step into the laundry I stop suddenly as I realise something is wrong. The outside door is standing wide open and I can make out two large figures standing in the gloom. “Get that cunt bitch, shut her the fuck up, and lets get this fucking door closed before neighbours hear anything” a rough voice says. A squat powerful man looms out of the dark, puts hand over mouth and starts to drag me back inside the corridor that leads to the bedrooms. I hear the laundry door slam shut as I’m dragged on my heels into the main bedroom. I’m so stunned I haven’t said a word. Kerry is so shocked she drops her glass and just stares as I am thrown on to the bed beside her. “That’s right you two fucking bitches, you just shut the fuck up if you don’t want to get seriously belted” says the second of the two assailants as he enters. “Joey, get these two old cows tied up while I look around. And the next time you tell me that there is no one home in the house we are about to turn over, there better fucking not be or I’ll tie you up, you dumb fuck!” the larger and obviously the leader of the two snarls.

Joey slapped me back on the bed; he gives me a funny look but he is too busy at the moment to worry any further about me, he can see I’m in shock. “Ok you old bitch, get your fancy arse over on that chair” he growls at Kerry and half drags her into the chair near the vanity. “Park you arse and sit still or you get this” he says waving a fist in her face. She collapses in the chair and her opens a drawer in the vanity and takes out some scarves to tie her up with. He firmly ties her ankles to the legs and her wrists to the arms of the chair. Tied like this her legs are spread and I notice him look up her skirt at her exposed nylon encased thighs and silky panty crotch. He reaches into another draw and extracts a pair of pantyhose that he ties around her mouth as a gag. I am now slightly recovered from the shock of this home invasion and make to get off the bed. Joey pushes me back on the bed easily, he is half my age and his strength is obvious in his tanned muscled arms. “Sit back there you dumb cunt” he laughs; and I realise that he has figured out I am a man dressed as a woman. I don’t know whether I am more ashamed of myself for being unable to protect my wife or being caught dressed as a woman. He yells out, “hey Frank, this other sad old slag is a fucking man dressed up as a sorry looking slut of woman”. I hear Frank clattering around in the other rooms. “I’ll be there in a minute he calls, just keep the cunts quiet while I get the silver and any other shit worth taking” he calls back. He sneers at me “you fucking panty boy homo gutless prick, you should see yourself you silly old fat tranny” and laughs. “At least you wife ain’t as ugly as you, you fag hag.” I just sit there stunned on the bed as he pulls open my wife’s skirt and slides his hand up her thigh.