Sunday with the Baileys

January, 2007

The whole world was spinning around Joe. Lurching violently, heaving from side to side like a mad funhouse ride. He closed his eyes and swallowed, forcing the bile in his throat back down. This is just a nightmare, he reminded himself, his eyes still squeezed shut. All you have to do is wake up. WAKE UP.

His head rocked to the side as someone slapped him hard across the face. “Come on Joey, pay attention!” mocked the man next to him as Joe cried out in surprise. The stranger’s words were slightly muffled by the smiling red demon mask that covered his face, but the vicious amusement in his tone came through clearly. “We’re going to a lot of trouble to help you out here.”

Joe whimpered and opened his eyes to look at his kitchen again. At what had been a place of warmth, safety, and love for more than twenty years. In front of him, Eileen squirmed on top of the table as another masked man, this one wearing a blue demon mask, violated her from behind. One of his hands gripped the thick cylinder of duct tape that trapped her arms behind her, using it as leverage to pound her asshole with brutal strokes that made the entire house shake. His other hand was spanking the brunette’s plump ass in time with the anal rape, each sharp slap leaving a bright handprint across her pale skin.

In Joe’s memory, his wife was always happy, smiling, and confident. They’d been together for nearly three decades, and she’d always been his rock, his guiding star. Now she sobbed and wailed as she was fucked and beaten, her cries sounding more like a dying animal than anything human. Her Sunday best was in tatters: blouse ripped down the middle, skirt cut up with kitchen shears. Her bra had been rolled down to push up her exposed chest, and what was left of her panties dangled uselessly off her right ankle.

This couldn’t be happening. It HAD to be a nightmare. Mere minutes ago, it had been a normal January day like any other, husband and wife sharing a relaxed breakfast before heading to church. With their daughter off at college and their two sons away for the week at camp, they had the house all to themselves for once. They’d been talking, laughing, just a married couple enjoying each other’s company.

And then the front door had opened and these two walked in. It hadn’t been locked; Massapequa wasn’t the kind of place that had the kind of people you needed to worry about. Especially not on a bright Sunday morning. But these two had walked in, and everything changed.

The struggle, if you could even call it that, had been over quickly. They’d both screamed for help at the top of their lungs, but their house was in a cul de sac, and so many of their nearby neighbors were snowbirds who were already hunkered down in Florida this time of year. They were at least half a mile away from anyone who might hear them.

The two men had bound Joe hand and foot to one of the kitchen chairs, and then the one in the blue mask had turned his attention to Eileen, who’d been trying to crawl out the back door unnoticed while they weren’t looking. He’d dragged her back into the kitchen by one leg, hoisted her onto the table, and then…

“Please,” Joe tried, “she’s not even…” he faltered, unsure of how to put it. This sort of thing, when it did happen, was supposed to happen to young, beautiful supermodels, not… he and his wife were forty five, for God’s sake. And Eileen looked good for her age, she’d always looked good for her age, but she wasn’t the sort of woman that would inspire men to… to THIS. “There must be some kind of mistake!”

“Well shit, we’d have some real egg on our faces if that happened,” drawled the man in the red mask. “But I think we’re alright. Joe and Eileen Bailey, yeah? Yeah. Joey, I know you must be confused and scared, so let me start with the good news: you’re gonna be fine.” He patted Joe’s leg, which made the man flinch. “Relax, buddy, relax! Is this because of the slap? I didn’t want to hurt you, but it’s important you pay attention. We’re taking a lot of time out of our busy schedule to be here today, and it never feels good to have your hard work go unnoticed. You can understand that, right?”

Joe nodded dumbly.

“Good, good,” said the man, pleased. “And now I have a very important question for you, Joey, maybe the most important one I’ll be asking today. Have you or anyone else ever fucked your wife up the ass?”

Joe stared at him. “N-no…” he mumbled.

“Hear that, Blue?” said the man cheerfully, giving his companion a thumbs up. “Straight from the man himself. Those are fresh virgin guts you’re enjoying!”

“I figured that out five minutes ago, dummy,” retorted Blue as his hips thumped against Eileen’s bruised butt cheeks. “No way in hell anything thicker than a needle ever poked its way in here, because this poop chute is SNUG! Close my eyes, it could be teen guts I’m pumping, not some bitch old enough to be a grandma. Almost gonna be a shame to kill her when I’m done, Red.”

The brunette whimpered at that, and her struggling intensified. Red chuckled as he watched, and put a friendly hand on Joe’s shoulder. “Aww, she didn’t like hearing that, did she, Joey? But you two are Boomers, so you get it, don’t you? Once he’s had his fun with her, what’s the point of leaving her alive for someone else? Use her, dump her, move on to the next. It’s the American way.”

“P-please…” Joe babbled. “You can, you…” He tried to force the words out. He was supposed to say that he’d do anything to save his wife, that they should kill him instead and leave her alive. But the words wouldn’t leave his throat. He didn’t want to die. He just wanted to wake up and have everything go back to normal.

His voice began working again, but the words were all wrong. “You can do whatever you want with her,” he heard himself saying. “Just please let me go.” He tried to stop himself, but the floodgates were open now. “I won’t tell the cops anything, I swear! You can r-rape her and kill her, and what, whatever else you want!”

Red laughed. “See? I knew you’d understand! You had some good years with this slut, squirted more than a few loads into the old babymaker, but now you’re ready for a fresh start, right?” Joe nodded quickly. “Like I said, you’re gonna be fine. You just relax and enjoy the show.”

“Won’t have to wait long,” Blue panted, his thrusting growing erratic. “Bitch is trying to wring the cum right outta me, and fuck, I don’t, I don’t think I can say…” He groaned happily as he began to shoot his load inside their captive’s ass. Eileen groaned as well, but it was a miserable and humiliated sound as her bowels were flooded with hot jizz.

“Fuuuck, that was a good ride,” Blue breathed a moment later. He pulled out, leaving behind a slow trickle of blood from out her hole.

Eileen stared blankly ahead, looking nearly catatonic after her experience, but that only lasted until the man brought his limp, filthy member up to her face and the smell of it hit her. She recoiled in disgust then, eyeing the thing like it was a venomous serpent.

“Look at that,” Blue said admiringly. “Maybe the bitch isn’t as brain dead as I expected. That’s right, you’re looking at your worst nightmare: my soft cock.”

“P-please…” she mumbled hoarsely. “Please… don’t make me…”

“Make you?” Blue spat the words. “Bitch, I’m not gonna make you do anything. There are two ways this goes next, and they’re entirely up to you. One, I kill you slowly and painfully. Two, you give my cock a warm, tender tongue bath until I’m ready to fuck that ass again.”

Eileen flinched at the word ‘kill’, and her lower lip trembled. “I- if I, if I do what you want, you’ll…?”

He laughed harshly. “Let you live? Fuck no. Soon as I’m done with buttfuck number two, we start over. And then we do it again and again and AGAIN, until you can’t get me hard anymore. Welcome to the rest of your life, bitch: be my anal fucktoy and then get tortured to death. Only question now is how many loads of my cum end up in your guts before it’s over.”

“But, but, but that’s not fair!” she whined.

“Of course it fucking isn’t. And if you were smart, bitch, you’d tell me to kill you now, get it over with. But you know what?” He bent down and whispered in her ear, his voice just barely loud enough to reach Joe. “Women like you never take the smart choice. Deep down, you haughty bitches are so sure that this can’t really be how your life ends. Think you’re too fucking important, too fucking special, to wind up as a disposable cum dump for a nobody like me. You’re gonna convince yourself that you can change my mind, or that the cops are gonna burst in any second, or whatever other bullshit excuse to justify staying alive a little longer. So you’re gonna suck my dick, you’re gonna thank me for letting you taste your own shit, and then you’re gonna do your best to make me enjoy our second buttfuck even more than the first.”

He drew back. “And when the moment finally arrives, and you realize it really was all for nothing, I’m gonna laugh in your face and call you a stupid bitch.”

He waited.

Eileen shuddered, and a small puddle of urine began to form between her legs. Several times her mouth opened, but no words came out. Finally, in a small defeated whisper, she said “I’ll do it…”

“Do what?” Blue asked carelessly, as though her decision didn’t much matter to him at all.

“S… suck you…”

He shook his head. “Where are your manners, bitch? You want someone to do you a favor, you gotta ask properly.” He bent down to whisper in her ear again. This time Joe couldn’t catch what was said, but he saw the way his wife’s expression distorted in misery. “You ask exactly like that, word for word, or not at all,” Blue declared after straightening up.

Eileen looked up at him hopelessly. “I… I…”

He slapped her hard across the face. “That was a freebie, bitch. You waste my time again, we’re done.”

“Let’s just relax and take a minute,” Red interjected. “Give the lady of the house time to consider her options.” He dug a flip phone out of his pocket. “And maybe some pictures will help you understand more than words. Here, check out this whore from last week.”

Joe couldn’t see what was being displayed on the phone’s tiny screen, but his wife looked even more nauseated now than with her rapist’s cock. “I always like to keep some before and after pictures,” Red said cheerfully as he clicked through to the next one. “So that slut was a light and breezy one, just a drill and a bit of elbow grease. Now this Philippines chick from a couple months ago, her we took our time on, see? Went through the whole toolbox.”

Eileen’s reaction was immediate and violent: she threw up, her Sunday breakfast splattering to the tiled kitchen floor.

Red kept talking as though it hadn’t even happened. “Between hammers and blow torches and pliers, it’s amazing what you can do to the human body. Oh, we’re not exclusively power tools, of course. Like, look at this one: ants. Fucking fire ants. So cool, right? Or this one, we went all natural: stripped out of our clothes, got in touch with our animal selves, and literally tore her open with our nails and teeth. It was glorious, even if I was in the shower for hours to wash all the gore off. And with this other girl we experimented with corrosive acid for the first time. Started splashing different kinds onto her, seeing what made her flesh melt faster.” He turned the phone to examine the picture a bit more closely. “Though I’ll be honest, I’m actually not too happy with how that one turned out.” He showed the phone to her again. “I mean, you can barely even tell that used to be a person, you know? If we go acid for you, Ellie, I promise we’ll use a lighter touch, keep it classy.”

He slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that we’re both professionals here. When we say we’re gonna torture you to death, you can rest assured that we’re not blowing smoke up your ass. I can promise it will be slow, it will be excruciating, and best of all, me and Blue here are gonna have the time of our lives doing it.”

“That’s right, bitch,” Blue confirmed. “So if you’d rather just cut to the chase and skip all the foreplay, go ahead. I won’t mind a bit.”

As Eileen glanced between the two men, something behind her eyes flickered and died. “I… I just can’t get enough of being your anal fucktoy, sir. Before you, um, kill me like the worthless pig I am, please allow me to, to worship your cock with my mouth. I’ll be praying you get rock hard again, so you can drill my slutty backdoor one more time. And if you… if you…” Her voice cracked. “If you don’t, at least I’ll have gotten to clean my filth off your wonderful dick before I die.”

Her plea finished, Eileen’s lips parted, and her tongue extended to begin licking Blue’s member. She let out a deep, visceral retching sound and spat out more bile, but recovered quickly and kept going.

“You’re gonna have to learn how to suck cock much better than this,” he said, though his hips were already rocking slightly. “First time’s easy, but it only gets tougher from here.”

“While your wife learns to love the taste of her own asshole,” Red said pleasantly to Joe while Eileen continued to retch loudly every so often, “let’s you and I chat. Got a little favor I’d like to ask…”

As Joe listened to the man’s request, he felt sick to his stomach, and eventually it was too much. It was his turn to vomit, bile spilling out of his mouth and running down the front of his shirt.

Red chuckled. “No need to be dramatic, Joey. If you’ve changed your mind about cooperating with us, just say so.”

That wasn’t it. It wasn’t the man’s disgusting, vile proposition that had sent hot nausea coursing through Joe’s body. It was the knowledge that this was an easy choice to make. If it meant making it out of this alive, he’d do it. He’d do anything. It didn’t even matter that there was no explicit threat behind it, no suggestion that Joe’s supposed safety would be rescinded if he refused. He couldn’t take that chance.

He’d always thought that he was a good person. He WAS a good person, right? He loved his wife and country, he went to church, he paid his taxes. A good person would never just accept this. A good person would fight to protect his loved ones.

But he didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die…

“Thank you for the y-yummy treat, sir,” Eileen was saying meekly, following another prompted script. “Your anal fucktoy is so happy to know that when you… you kill her soon, her last meal will have been…” She retched again. “…Will have been lapping her own encrusted shit off your fat cock.”

“Me too,” Blue said cheerfully as he circled back around her ass, his cock erect once more. “It’s just a delightful thing to think about, yeah? So many of you stuck up cunts, all you want to focus on at first is how for the entire rest of your life, you’ll either have my cock up your ass, or be trying to convince me to stuff it back in there. But it’s just as important to keep in mind that you’re also gonna spend the rest of your life with the fresh taste of asshole on your tongue. That’s like, some ‘until death do you part’ stuff right there.” He pried her ass cheeks apart with his hands, his stiff shaft pointing at her still bleeding hole. “Now, there are two ways I can enjoy your new fuckhole: long and slow, or short and fast.”

“Please, sir,” Joe’s wife began to beg, “long and-“ She yelped as he interrupted her with a hard spank across her upturned rear.

“You don’t get a vote, stupid,” Blue said wryly as he spread her cheeks again. “This is about what I prefer, and I want to see just how hard I can ramrod your shithole now that it’s got some spunk lube. If you want me to consider doing anything different if and when we get to round three, you gotta show me now that you could make it worth my while. That means clenching this butt and rolling those hips like a proper buttfucking slut. You get me?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Eileen squealed as he buried his spitshined cock into her asshole with a single sharp thrust. He hadn’t been lying about using his cum for lubricant: he immediately began pumping in and out of her even faster and harder than her original rape. “Thaaaat’s it, you dumb fucking bitch,” he said as he settled into his new rhythm, hips a blur as he jackhammered her hole. “Keep clenching and moving just like that. Show me what an absolute fucking joy it would be to make slow sweet love with your backdoor later.”

Eileen had never been a prude. Even after almost thirty years together, they still had sex once or twice a week. Joe had never kept count, but he reckoned he’d made love to his wife more than a thousand times by now. But in all those time across all those years, he’d never seen her move with the passion she displayed now, not even when they were a pair of love drunk teenagers. She writhed across the kitchen table, legs flexing, as she did her best to help a stranger rape her asshole.

“What a beautiful sight, huh?” Red remarked. “No matter how many times I watch a woman realize she’s never really been anything but a fucktoy waiting for an owner, it never stops being magical. You come to a decision about that favor, Joey?”

Joe dismissed the flickers of jealousy at seeing his wife perform this way for another man. She was doing what it took to survive. Just like him. They were equally victims in this nightmare, both doing whatever necessary to make it out of this alive, and if what was necessary for her and what was necessary for him looked wildly different, that wasn’t his fault. None of this was his fault.

“I… I’ll do it…” he said. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Not much,” Red said. “Not much at all. I’ll handle all the heavy lifting here, buddy. Just need you to text that daughter of yours and tell her you’ve got a surprise waiting…”