Payback

Barry entered the Club and checked out the offerings. The music was loud and the lights were low. Even though it was early, it was already getting crowded. Not bad for a weeknight. Lots of pretty young things. That was good. Plenty of opportunities.

He felt very horny. But, he also felt lucky. Barry had picked up a lot of girls in this Club and he had almost always scored. He attributed it to his good looks. But he smiled as he also fingered the packet of GHB in his jacket pocket. Some people called it a date rape drug. He called it 'Barry's little helper'.

The GHB was odorless, tasteless and colorless. It acts fast and makes the victim semi-conscious, but responsive. The best part was that it removed inhibitions and made the girl act in a sexually affectionate way. The next morning, she usually had little or no memory of what happened. In Barry's mind, it was the perfect 'love potion'. It cut through a lot of that slow seduction dance and let him get right to the payoff. Besides, he chuckled to himself, they got what they deserved. Girls that came to a place like this were looking for it. He was just providing a service.

He moved to the bar and ordered a drink. He scanned the room for targets. A couple of possibilities caught his eye. Leaning against the bar and sipping his drink, he considered which lines he might use.

As he pondered the choices, a woman moved next to him and ordered a drink. She was a knockout. Just his type. She was short, maybe even petite. She had a dark complexion and was dressed to kill. Her perfume was erotic and strong. No sense waiting he decided, and went into attack mode.

"That's a great perfume," he said. Women loved that kind of crap.

She turned to him with a shy smile and said, "Why thank you."

Bingo. We've got a live one. He immediately pressed the advantage. "Hi. I'm Barry," he said with his most practiced smile.

She returned in kind, "My name's Donna."

As the bartender arrived with her wine, he said, "Can I buy you that drink, Donna?"

She seemed to consider for a second, then said, "Sure". She settled onto the stool next to his.

Barry went into his normal routine. It worked perfectly. As they had a few drinks, she warmed to his small talk and before long she was acting very amorous. She placed her hand on his arm and laughed at all of his jokes. It turns out that she was in town on business and staying at a motel.

It couldn't have gotten much better, he thought. An out-of-towner lowered the risk of meeting again. That rarely mattered anyway. In most cases, the drug removed any clear memory of events. This was almost too easy. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He moved to close the deal.

He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear with all of his well-honed charm, "How about you and I go to some place quieter?"

Donna seemed eager. She moved her hand to his thigh, shifted her body to reveal her lacy red bra and attractive tits. She whispered back, "That's just what I was thinking."

He almost tripped over himself getting ready to leave. It looked like he wouldn't even need the drug tonight. They decided to stop at a liquor store and then go to her room. It was a typical chain motel. He'd used similar rooms for his conquests many times. He settled in for a night of pleasure, while Donna fixed their drinks.

As they sipped on their drinks and he started to caress her, he became a little tipsy. Donna didn't seem to notice and urged him to drink up. He complied. Before long, he slipped into even more of a warm and relaxed stupor.

He was conscious, but was having difficulty thinking clearly. At the same time, Donna's attitude and manner changed.

"Well, Barry, how are you feeling?"

He leered at her over his drink and mumbled, "I'm feeling sexy".

Donna smiled, but it was more evil than friendly. "That's good. You seem ready for what I have in mind." She told him to get undressed and he followed her orders. He was a little unbalanced, but eager and responsive. He felt very passive. As he undressed, Donna revealed her plans.

"It's payback time, asshole. You've probably done this date rape trick lots of times, huh? Pick up some unsuspecting girl with your sweet talk and then slip her some drugs. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Then, you're out of there. The next day she wakes up with a bad hangover and very few memories. Except maybe some bruises." Her voice was dripping with disgust and anger

Barry heard what she was saying and knew it wasn't what should be happening. However, for some reason, he wasn't alarmed and waited docilely for her to continue.

"A couple of weeks ago you picked on the wrong girl. My little sister. She didn't remember you, or much of the 'date'. Fortunately, I was with her when you met at the bar. I remembered your face. It wasn't hard to track you down."

Although Barry was in a haze, he didn't like the sounds of this. But, he couldn't stay focused. He wondered what this had to do with having sex and continued undressing.

Donna continued, "Now it's your turn to see how it feels." She held up the empty packet of GHB that she had put in his drink. "It acts fast doesn't it? Of course, you know that."

By now, Barry was naked. Although part of his mind was beginning to comprehend and get scared, he was unable to form a plan to do anything about it. The drug had weakened his will to do anything independently. The dose he used usually knocked the girls out. They were responsive, often even affectionate, but were almost in a semi-conscious trance. However, with his larger body size, the GHB wasn't having the full mental effect on him. He was passive alright, and unable to resist directions, but a lot more conscious of what was going on than his victims. Donna seemed to be counting on that.

"So, let's get started and see how you like it, lover boy," Donna said with a hard edge in her voice. She reached into the dresser and pulled out some clothes. "You like your girls all dolled up and sexy don't you? Why don't we see how you look in this?" She tossed a white and black outfit on the bed. He slowly turned his head and focused on it. It was a trashy French maid's costume. It was frilly and covered with lace. Low cut at the top and with a very short skirt.

While he was staring dumbly at it, Donna was tossing other things onto the bed. A garter belt and fishnet stockings. A red, push-up bra. Pink panties covered with ruffles and lace. Shoes with 3 inch spike heels. When she was done, she turned to him and said, "Dress up time, asshole."

Donna stepped toward Barry and applied adhesive to his chest. He wobbled a little and just watched her. She reached into a bag and pulled out a pair of false breasts. In one quick motion, she pressed firmly and held them until they attached to his chest. His eyes widened in surprise and wonder. His schizophrenic reaction continued. The small rationale part of his mind was recoiling in fear. The larger, drug influenced part treated it as just something to observe and go along with. This made it even worse.

Donna stepped away and laughed, "Super glue is great. Those suckers won't come off easily."

The combination of his drunken condition and the unusual weight almost made him topple forward. She stopped his fall with a push to his stomach and he sat back onto the bed. He couldn't help giggling.

Donna knew the drug was causing this reaction, but it annoyed her nonetheless. It reminded her that her poor sister had probably reacted in a similar, almost willing manner when this predator had drugged and raped her. She restrained herself from slapping him. She reminded herself she had much more ambitious plans. Donna wanted this all to look voluntary and a bruise might create some doubt. She returned to business. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could get away from this piece of garbage.

"Put the clothes on, bitch," she barked and handed him the garter belt and stockings.

As aware and repulsed as part of his brain was, the drug made him compliant. He was powerless to resist. He set about the task of dressing. It was slow going with his impaired movements, but Donna helped pull things into place and in minutes he was fully attired.

"Just a few more things, jerk." Donna dumped make-up on the counter. With Barry observing passively, she glued on long red fingernails and false eyelashes. Next, she applied overdone make-up – bright lipstick, rouge, and purple eye shadow. She did it quickly. She deliberately wanted it to look cheap and inexpert. Not slowing to observe the results, Donna grabbed a needle and pierced Barry's ears. Ignoring his squeal of pain, she inserted large plastic hoop earrings into the fresh holes. Matching sets of cheap, colored bracelets were added to each wrist. Barry shook them and laughed at the noise they made. Donna finished the job by pulling a trashy, bleach blond wig onto his head.

While his appearance was transformed from a confident, athletic, mid-twenties, skirt-chaser, to something approaching a feminine, wannabe shemale, he was still easily recognizable as Barry. Anyone who knew him would have no doubt who it was. That's exactly the look Donna wanted to complete her plan.

"Enough preliminaries. Let's take a look at you. Stand up." Donna helped pull Barry to his feet. The alcohol, drug and the spiked heels made him very wobbly. She led him slowly to the mirror. Barry was quite a sight.

As he swayed in front of the mirror, Barry tried to bring the image into focus. He looked like a tawdry drag queen. The maid's outfit seemed like a cheap effort at looking erotic.
But in his befuddled state, that's not what registered in his mind. "Pretty", he said. He was entranced. He stared at the image before him. He saw the black satin skirt flared out over the petticoats. His hands moved from the puffed sleeves, along the lace-lined bodice, and down to the fishnet stockings embracing his hairy legs. His fingers lingered for a moment on the pink lace leg garter.

Throughout this foggy inspection, his eyes were glued to the mirror as if checking out a girl across the bar. Now, he paused and looked down at himself and saw the outfit on his body as if for the first time. He recoiled a little but couldn't get his mind to sort it all out. He looked up, then down again, registering that something was not right. A cold sense of dread formed in his stomach, but the drug wouldn't allow him to act on it. He returned his gaze to the mirror and continued to inspect his new appearrance.

While this was going on, Donna was busy at her suitcase. She was working on setting up a tripod and loading a digital camera.

Suddenly, he smiled wickedly and glanced around, as if to see if anyone was looking. Then he pulled up the skirt and looked at the panties. He seemed to have forgotten that he had put them on minutes earlier. He turned to Donna and whispered as if sharing a secret, "I see her panties."

She glanced over from fine-tuning the camera settings and replied, "Yes, very soon everyone will see her panties." This was going just as planned. This revenge was going to be delicious.

Barry's hand started to feel the soft pink material. As his fingers moved through the ruffles, he began to get aroused. This sensation reached the rational part of his mind that was swimming in and out of contact. For a moment, his eyes widened in panic and he tried to shake himself into control. The effort was fruitless. Just as with his victims, his thinking had lost the battle for control to the sensing part of his body. It slid back to observe the events with no hope of influencing them. But he also couldn't ignore what was happening. He felt he had a front row seat at his own degradation.

As his hand continued to massage his penis through the tight panties, it became harder. "Very nice," he moaned.

Donna saw what was going on and slapped his hand away. "Not yet, slut! Just stand there. I'll be with you in just a second."

Barry was disappointed at being interrupted. He stood for a moment, and then his attention turned to his chest. Looking in the mirror, he turned sideways and stuck his false breasts out. He grabbed them with both hands through the costume and started to rub and squeeze them. "She has nice boobs," he said to no one in particular. "Big boobs."

"Yah, very big boob," Donna chimed in. "I'm ready. It's show time, girly. Come over here."

Barry did an involuntary titter at being referred to as a girl. He took little, mincing steps to the wall where she had pointed and almost stumbled. "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to take some pictures of Barry in his pretty dress and send them to all his friends. Won't that be nice?" Donna explained.

Inside Barry was panic-stricken. On the surface, he appeared thrilled. Donna continued, "They'll be beautiful. I'm sure your business colleagues will share them with all your clients. Conservative clients, aren't they Barry? They're going to beso surprised at your little hobby."

Donna explained how she wanted Barry to pose. She started taking pictures. Simple ones at first, then increasingly erotic. She made sure to get close-ups of his face to guarantee recognition. She had him stand and lift his skirt to reveal the pink lingerie. He actually seemed to be enjoying it and responded to her requests to smile and preen; to act affectionately and suck erotically on his finger.

After a few pictures of him lounging on the bed, Donna ordered Barry to spread his legs and begin to rub his penis. He didn't need much urging. He was really getting into this and set about the task with a sort of dazed enthusiasm. When he was erect, she got close-ups. He wouldn't be able to deny that he was aroused by the situation. Pictures didn't lie.

As she stood up, she said, "I think that's enough of those."

Barry looked at her and naively asked, "Why aren't you in the pictures?"

Donna chuckled to herself as she mounted the camera to the tripod. "Does Barry want me in the pictures?" she asked coyly.

Barry was still working on the rigid penis that was stretching the sheer fabric of the panties. He responded breathlessly, "Yes".

"Your wish is my command. In a minute. In just a minute." Barry was engrossed in his own manipulation and didn't seem to hear her.

Donna checked the camera battery and storage. Both were fine. Then she placed her hands on the bureau, rested for a second and collected her thoughts. She took a breath as if steeling herself for what was about to come. The pictures would be damaging, but they didn't begin to compensate for the harm he had done to her sister and others. There were more things that had to done.

She removed her blouse to reveal the lacy red bra that had helped bait the hook at the club. Now she had Barry's attention again. He stopped masturbating and stared at her. She unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it, revealing a matching set of red, hi-cut briefs and lace topped stockings. Barry licked his lipstick-covered, bright red lips.

"Does Barry like?" she asked.

Barry nodded stupidly and mumbled, "Very pretty."

"That's right. Now we have two pretty girls. And what do pretty girls want Barry?

He hesitated a moment to let his muddy mind work, then looked up salaciously and said, "They want sex. They want sex with Barry."

"Do you want to have sex, Barry? Do you want to have sex with me?" Barry nodded and reached toward her feebly. "Good Barry, we'll have sex just like you had with all those girls."

Barry's grin widened.

Donna reached into the drawer and pulled out a belt and attached it to her waist. Then she pulled out a dildo. It was penis shaped. It was large and thick and firm. She slipped it into place in the belt and tightened the straps so it stuck out. It pointed at Barry threateningly.

He got a quizzical expression on his face. As reality dawned on him, his mind started to scream. But his body was paralyzed. Donna picked up the remote for the camera. It fit easily into the palm of her hand. As she advanced on the bed, Donna could see the fear flit in and out of his eyes, fighting with the drug-induced acquiescence.

"What's the matter Barry? You said you wanted sex. Isn't this how you like it? A little forced. No resistance."

Barry didn't move. He toyed nervously with the frills on the petticoats.

"That's right Barry. Just sit there. 'Girls just want to have sex.' Isn't that what you think? Here's your chance, my pretty." Donna knelt up on the bed and maneuvered the huge rubber penis right into Barry's made-up face. She had arranged the camera to focus on him, but not capture her face. The photos would appear to show Barry cavorting with his dominating mistress. With the remote, she snapped the first picture.

"You like what you see don't you."

Barry stared at the enormous dildo inches from his face and blinked at the camera flash.

"Smile for the camera, Barry. We want everyone to see your happy face. Look eager for the camera"

He was confused, but compliant. He smiled a coquettish smile and she captured it with a flash.

"Now kiss it Barry. Kiss and suck it with your pretty girl lips!" she said insistently while thrusting the penis forward against his teeth.

Although madness raged within his mind, he did as he was told. He started to lick the strap-on and fondle it with his hands. He obediently kissed it and mugged for the pictures. When he reached for her thigh, Donna pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me. Play with yourself, pervert," she snarled.

Barry dropped his hand to his panty-clad lap. In the hyper-sexed state the drug produced, he easily stroked his penis back to erection.

"Now swallow it", she demanded.

His expression indicated both horror and eagerness. Donna marveled at the drug's power to overcome the most basic inhibitions and stimulate sexual appetite.

Barry opened his pink lips wide and started to engulf the huge dick. It stretched them and he proceeded slowly, almost tenderly. Satisfied that she had enough pictures of his apparently willing blowjob, Donna lost her patience. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed the dildo into the back of his throat. He gagged and jerked his head. She wouldn't let go.

"That's a good little cocksucker," she spoke to the conscious part of his mind she hoped would remember. "You like this don't you. I bet that's what you say to your 'dates'. Isn't it?"

After a several seconds of weak thrashing, Donna withdrew it a little and then rammed it home again a few times for good measure. She finally withdrew completely. Barry fell forward onto his knees and elbows and struggled to catch his breath.

The pain brought him up to a level of slightly more lucid consciousness. It didn't, however, increase his ability to resist the humiliation. But, it did burn flashes of memory into his brain. He still couldn't retain the face or name of his tormentor. But he wouldn't forget the details of his degradation.

Donna tried to contain her anger and maintain her composure. However, she was losing the battle. She kept visualizing how he doubtless forced the same acts on his helpless victims. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Time for the final act, Barry,"

Donna quickly maneuvered around so the dildo lined up with his upraised butt. She grabbed his panties and pulled them down to his thighs. She checked to make sure they were in view of the camera lens. Grabbing his hips, she brought the tip of the penis up to his puckered ass.

Reacting on some visceral level, Barry tried futilely to pull away. But Donna would have none of it. She forced his head down to the bed and pushed forward. "Relax and enjoy it girl," she said through gritted teeth. "It's just a little sex, Barry."