Chapter 1: The Bondage

Wifey was puttering around her home office one evening, doing nothing of any consequence. The 65-year-old widow was half-heartedly dusting her remembrances of her recently passed husband, Paul. She had lost him last year and the memories were still painful. Her friends had asked her to get out and meet a new man, but she was not interested. They all said things like, “You’re too young to waste away at home. You look too good to stay in the house all the time.” Wifey thought it might be true. She was full busted, with soft curves, a round ass and thick muscled legs from her tennis days. She still got interested looks from older guys and some middle-aged men at the grocery and department stores. “Perhaps I could become more friendly with some of the older widowers at church,” she mused sadly.

While occupied with these thoughts, she was distracted enough that she did not hear the slight tinkling of glass breaking downstairs. That glass breaking allowed two masked men to enter her back door! They crept silently through the house, unaware that the homeowner was around. They thought the house empty since it was almost completely dark. The home office lights weren’t visible from the side of the house they had entered. As they climbed the carpeted stairs, the larger of the two men, heard Wifey talking to her cats, musing about what she should do for companionship.

He threw up his hand, motioning for his smaller companion to stop. “Someone is here,” he whispered. They continued up the stairs more carefully, trying to avoid making any sounds. Once they reached the second floor they silently drifted down the hallway towards Wifey’s voice. From the darkened hallway they stared in at the attractive older woman. They judged her to be about 65 and well kept. She was wearing a loose fitting shirt that could not hide her massive breasts. A knee length skirt, pantyhose and a pair of ballet flats completed her outfit. The intruders could see that the pantyhose really set off her lovely legs. Nodding to themselves, the smaller man reached into his backpack for some zip-ties while the larger one pulled a silenced Ruger 22/45. While they were normally thieves, they had on more than one occasion become rapists and they really liked mature women.

The pair entered the room, Wifey turned to notice them as they crossed the threshold. “Don’t move and don’t say anything,” the man with the gun said gruffly. “We are here for money, credit cards and jewelry, but we will hurt you if you give us any trouble.” Wifey, was shocked and spluttered an almost incoherent “who, er, uhh, why, are you, please just leave,” she babbled. “We told you to be quiet,” the smaller man said. “Now we will have to force you to shut up.” He knew they were going to bind and gag the hot looking GILF and probably a bit more. “Don’t move from that chair, and put your hands behind your back,” ordered the larger man, while keeping the gun trained on Wifey. The frightened woman slowly placed her arms behind her back and the smaller guy quickly zip-tied her wrists tightly together palm to palm. He bent down and added another zip-tie to her shapely ankles. He took the opportunity to run his hand slowly up her silky pantyhose clad thigh as Wifey whimpered, “Please, no. Don’t touch me.” She immediately sensed that these intruders might be wanting more than her personal property and the thought disgusted her. “Just take what you want and leave,” she begged. “I have money and credit cards in my purse and I’m wearing the only jewelry I own. Please, please just leave me alone.”

“We told you about talking, bitch,” the smaller man snarled. “I guess we’ll just have to shut you up, good and snug” This guy had a serious gag fetish and whenever the chance arose he would leave their victims brutally gagged, with no chance of working the thing off. He slapped Wifey’s face a few times to get her attention and roughly forced a leather blindfold over her eyes, buckling it tightly around her head. Wifey was trembling with fear now. She was bound at hand and foot with cruelly tight zip-ties and blindfolded. She tried to work her wrists into a more comfortable position, but they merely rubbed painfully against each other. “Now open your mouth wide, slut,” said the smaller man. “Wider, or I will hurt you bad.” Wifey fearfully complied and she began to feel something being forced into her open mouth. The guy gagging her had taken two pairs of used panties from a previous break in and had begun to cram them into her mouth. The first pair went in easily enough, pinning her tongue to the floor of her mouth, but the second pair took some effort. He pushed, shoved, and worked the second pair of panties into the old woman’s cheeks, stuffing her mouth beyond what she thought possible.