Copyright June 2001. All rights reserved.
"Dan, we just have to do something about our sex life. We have done the Saturday night missionary position for thirty years now, and I need a change. I want more loving in our marriage. I want some variety in what we do and maybe even where we do it. Can you understand, Dan? I am just utterly bored," I said. It took all that I had in me to start this conversation. We were riding along the river toward a restaurant for our regular Saturday night out. I was so discontented with life that I could have screamed. In the beginning I was conservative, as were most of the girls who were raised in the 50's. Attitudes had changed since then however, and I wanted more. Dan on the other hand was content with our fifteen minutes on Saturday night; provided nothing came up to prevent it. I, on the other hand, was no longer hindered by the possibility of pregnancy, and with the help of hormones I had overcome the hardships of menopause. I was ready to live.
"What are you talking about Nancy," Dan replied. "I thought things were going along great."
"They are, but this is not enough. I am tired of hearing how other women enjoy sex and multiple orgasms. I want that too. Can't you understand that?" I replied passionately.
"Just what is it that you want?" Dan asked.
I hesitated because I didn't want to shock him too much, but I was overcome with passion about the subject and blurted, "I want sex often and long. I want it in exciting places, and I want oral sex. I am tired of masturbating. I want the real thing, and I want it to start tonight."
"I don't know if I can do oral," he answered. "I might get sick or something. I think you are loosing your mind. Why can't things stay the same? What do you mean masturbating? You don't really do that, do you?"
"Of course I do," I answered. "It is the only thing I can do to keep from being horny all of the time. You have got to try for me, Dan. I just can't go on without more good sex from you than we have had."
"I have heard of women going sex crazy after menopause, but I never thought that you would be one of those," he retorted.
"Wake up Dan. We are caught up in all of those old Victorian beliefs with which we grew up. It's time to shake off those restraints and have a life, a sexual life I mean," I explained.
Just ahead there was a barricade. It wasn't a normal barricade, only cones, and a man with no uniform who was motioning us to turn down a side street.
"What is the matter," Dan asked the man. I thought that it was a little strange that a policeman was not at the barricade, but I dismissed the thought.
The road is blocked ahead, and you have to detour" the man advised. "The route is marked, and you will be able to get downtown that way."
We turned right and went about two streets only to be met by another set of cones leaving a left-hand turn as our only option. This was a bad neighborhood. There were old and dilapidated row homes surrounded by closed stores and warehouses. There were no streetlights, so it was really dark. "I don't like this," Dan said. "I think I will turn around___" He stopped in mid sentence as another car approached from behind. "Oh well, I guess we turn. At least we have company."
Mid-way down the block a car pulled out from the curb to block our passage.
"Dan, I am scarred," I said.
"Me too," he replied. A large man black man approached, so Dan put our car in reverse, but the car behind us blocked our way.
"Get out of the car," the man ordered.
"No!" exclaimed Dan. A huge hand reached through the window and grabbed Dan by the throat.
"Get the fuck out of the car, or I will smash your face and hurt the woman," the man growled.
Dan reached in his coat pocket and took out his wallet. "Here, take it all, and let us go," Dan pleaded.
"We want you," the man said. "We will get your money too, later. Dan opened the door and got out. "You too bitch." I complied. There was no choice.
As we were being led into a vacant house I saw our car being removed from the street. It was a dirty condemned place. There were gas cans lined against the wall, and people standing around glaring at us. The only light came from several Coleman lanterns. We were led to the second floor of the old house, and Dan was ushered into one room while I was lead to another. The man began to strip my clothing as I sobbed. He took special pains to feel my breasts and pinch my nipples as my clothing was being removed. "Um, nice tits, babe. A little small, but no sag. No belly either. How old are you?" he asked.
"Fifty-three," I answered.
He spread my legs and traced my pussy with his finger. He tried to push in, but I was too dry. " Doesn't look too used, and a thick bush too, but we will fix that." he commented. "You will do alright!"
He handed me a disposable cup that contained some sort of alcoholic drink with two pills floating in it. "Here," the man said "drink this." I shook my head no, but he pushed my head back and held my nose. I had no option other than to swallow. Actually it tasted rather good, but it was unlike anything that I had had previously.
Free of my clothing I was pushed to the floor and pillows were placed under the small of my back and my head. A girl entered the room with a pail of water and a bag that held unidentified contents. They blindfolded me, and the girl advised, "Wiggle, and you will get cut." I felt something wet on my vulva and realized that they were going to shave me. I cried as they started, but I soon came to realize that it really felt good. I moaned as she traced my slit. When she was done she kissed my pussy and said, "That really looks good. Now let's go to see your husband." I was relaxing, as I felt the beginnings of wetness start to form between my legs. God I thought I can't like this. The blindfold was removed as I was led out of the room.
"You will do nicely," the man said. "I hope you like to fuck because you are going to get plenty." Tears started to pour down my cheeks as the realization of what was going to happen finally sank into my brain.
I was sobbing uncontrollably as I was led into the room that Dan occupied. He was on his knees next to a mat with his hands tied behind him and then tied to his feet. There was a little blood at the corner of his mouth and his eye was swollen. He must have been beaten!
There were more loose ropes against the wall so I knew what was coming. The girl stayed with us as the man exited. She looked into my eyes and advised, "My name is Monique. If you listen to me, and cooperate everything will be ok. If you don't then your husband will be hurt for each defiant or disobedient act you perform. She sounded too well educated for this kind of gang, but I really didn't understand that mentality anyway. "Do you understand."
I don't know why but I had started having feelings for this girl. "Yes," I answered. "Why are you doing this?"
"Initiation," was her only answer. She pushed me to the mat and made me roll onto my back. Another man joined the group and drove large nails into the floor about two feet beyond the reach of my outstretched arms and legs. They spread me open and tied me to the spikes.
One of the men dropped his pants and approached me. I was scarred because I was still too dry for this, and I knew that it was really going to hurt. "Lube up some first," Monique said.
"What do I care about this white cunt," the man replied.
"If you tear her up she won't be any good for the rest of the guys," she advised. She reached into her purse, retrieved a tube of KY, and approached the man. She rubbed some of its contents onto his growing cock. "There, didn't that feel good?" she asked.
Without answering he approached me and stabbed me with his tool. He was brutal with his stroke, obviously trying to hurt me, but the lube made him slide in easily. In a few minutes he groaned, and I felt his sperm jet into my tunnel. There were two more in line for me, and each performed the same as the first. But things began to change for me as a tingle started deep in my womb. I started to feel wetter as my body responded. God don't let this happen. Don't let me get to like it I thought, but there was no way for me to control my natural reaction. I started pushing back as the third man filled me.
The man who undressed me then approached. "The bitch is starting to respond," he said.
"Make her cum," the Monique replied.
I looked at Dan and was astonished to see his cock hardening. I understood that his body was responding to the stimuli just as mine had, and I hoped he understood what was happening to me. "Does my husband have to watch this?" I cried.
Monique smiled at me and released my hands from their bonds. "Humiliation is half of the fun. Be good now," she said, as she released my hands lay them at my sides.
I looked at the man, now undressed, and saw a cock at least twice as big as Dan's. I cringed as I wondered how I was going to take that giant thing. It must have been ten inches long and as big around as a cucumber. As he touched my opening Monique stepped over me and squatted over my face.
"Eat my cunt, bitch," Monique commanded.
"Please don't make me do that," I protested. "I am not a lesbian."
"I told you to cooperate, " she said, and with that one of the men hit Dan in the face. He fell backward, and I heard his head crash on the hard floor. They then pulled Dan back on to his knees.
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