Sally Sold Down the River

Sally Sold Down the River, by Rum Bos’n

Part 1 - Ménage a Trois - George is Cuckolding Sam

This fantasy has been written for a good friend, who requested a story involving his wife.

Sally sauntered up the garden path to her home. She'd had a good afternoon in town with a number of old college girlfriends: lunch, several glasses of wine and catching up with the scandal. It had been many years since they had been in college together, but had stayed in touch over the years. These days it was easy, with email and websites, but it had been a struggle in the early days when letters had to be handwritten, and days were taken up with growing families. The other girls  - "girls? We're all 60 now!" she mused, had thought her to be just a strait laced account manager, but she knew better. When they talked about their affairs, their divorces, their children, she just kept quiet. She kept secret her ménage a trois arrangements with husband Sam, and their friend George. Theirs was a long standing affair, and she felt privileged to be at the centre, with both George and Sam taking turns fucking her, filming her and photographing their sex. It kept her young, she always said. She loved being fucked by two men, and she knew Sam just loved seeing his attractive wife fucked by George, and George loved fucking Sam's wife, so everyone was happy. Even her battle with breast cancer, which led to the removal of a breast, had not affected her, and their, libido. She knew she looked as sexy as ever, even with just one breast. (And some would have said "even more sexy".)

So it was a slightly squiffy Sally that negotiated getting the key into the lock to open the door. Husband Sam would be at home, enjoying the peace and quiet, and doing whatever he did when she wasn't around. Thinking about it, she had no idea what he did do when he was on his own. They'd been married 40 years, so she ought to have had some idea by now, she mused. But then, after 40 years why worry? And just how much mischief can a college professor get up to when the cat's away?

Eventually the key snicked into place. That's a satisfying sound, she thought. As satisfying as that sensation each time they made love as Sam's cock slid into her cunt for the first time. Well, OK, she conceded, not quite that satisfying! Pushing the door wide open she tottered in. "Darling, I'm ho-ome" she sang. There was no answer - Sam was probably absorbed in an Internet site - he spent a lot of time in his study using the computer.

She shrugged off her jacket, tossing it onto a coat hook. Opening the door to the lounge, her eyes opened wide with shock. There, naked, and bound to chairs were both Sam and George. She opened her mouth to scream, but the sound never reached her lips. A large black hand reached from behind the door and clamped itself over her mouth. A second hand reached out behind it to grab her round the waist, and pulled her tight against a large black chest. "Don't move, lady, and don't make a sound." growled a deep voice. "Okay guys. I've got her." Doors opened, and more black men appeared in the room.

The hand over her mouth was removed, but before she could say a word, a pair of panties pilfered from the laundry basket was stuffed in her mouth, and secured with sticky tape. The arm round her waist picked her up like a sack of potatoes, and dropped her on the sofa, where she lay dazed and bewildered. What was going on? She had an inkling that rape might be on the agenda, why else would a gang break in and make them all prisoner? They had nothing much worth stealing.

Her suspicions were soon confirmed. "Now lady - lets not stand on ceremony - Sally -  you play ball with us or it will be the worse for you and your boyfriends here. They boys and I are gonna have some fun. Gary, put on the music. When the music plays you're gonna strip for us. It had better be nice and slow, and sexy. You had better make it look as if you really want us to fuck you, even if you don't. Do you understand?" Sally nodded, she understood just fine. "The whole event is going to be filmed and photographed, we've invested a lot of money in quality kit and we're expecting you to put on a quality show." Although she was terrified, she felt the first stirrings in her loins. She could do this dance, she would show them. She was used to being filmed and photographed. She looked across at Sam and George - they were both watching her intently, and both sported big erections. Looking at their captors, she could see ominously large bulges in their jeans. This was going to be an ordeal. Right. She would direct her dance at Sam and George, that would allow her take her mind off the impending rape.

The music started, and black hands pulled her to her feet. Unceremoniously, the tape was ripped from her mouth and the panties pulled out. Looking round, she saw movie cameras on tripods. Large professional items - this was for real. As she began to sway , twist, and turn with the music she began to lose herself in the rhythm. Her professional training had not taught her much about striptease, but she had seen it from time to time, and knew how erotic it could be. Swinging her loins in time with the music, she looked coyly over her shoulder at her captors, flicking her eyelashes. First the shoes - not too fast,  spin it out. Then the blouse, a button at a time, slipping it over her shoulders as she undid each button, then finally throwing it to one of the captors, who deftly caught it in one hand. Now for the skirt. Undo the waist belt, and the buttons, all the time wiggling her ass towards the big black man, who was staring at her intently. Then slip it over her ass, keep up the wiggling. She was only wearing very brief panties, because she liked to dress sexily for the two men in her life. Similarly, the black suspender belt and stockings.

"What next?" she thought? "Bra, panties? stockings?" She could feel arousal in the air, feel the eyes on her, willing her to get the last vestiges of clothing off. The longer she took the more delayed the inevitable rape. "On the other hand,  if rape is inevitable then the thing to do is enjoy it. This will be a new experience." Obviously the several glasses of wine contributed to this view, but she felt her juices begin to flow, and her nipple harden." They'll get a shock when I take my bra off," she thought, "when they find I have only one breast. Bra next, then." In time with the music, she brought her arms behind her back to unclasp the bra. Bringing her hands quickly to her chest, she held the cups against her breast, letting the straps drop down her arms so her back was bare. Several beats of the music, several more gyrations, and she let the bra drop to the floor, covering her single breast, and her mastectomy scar, with both of her hands. Turning her back to the gang leader, but facing Sam, she lifted her arms over her head, exposing her single breast and mastectomy scar. She turned suddenly, to face her captors. All but the leader gave a start of surprise. He, on the other hand, just grinned at her. "He knew! He knew!" was the thought reverberating round her brain. "How did he know?" No time to ponder the thought. What next? She began to slide her panties over her hips, slipping them over her pert little ass, and wiggled her ass at the leader. From behind her she heard a whistle, followed by "Very nice!" in a low voice.

The panties continued their journey southward to her ankles. Stepping out of them, still with her back to her captors, she placed both hands over her snatch and turned smartly to face the gang, still gyrating her pelvis in time with the music.

Suddenly the music stopped. There was absolute silence. The gang leader had killed the stereo. "Okay Sally. That was great. Now just place your hands behind your heed and open your legs WIDE" We want to see what we've got to play with." Her stomach churned. This was the moment she had been dreading. Standing on the carpet clad only in suspenders and stockings, she slowly did as she was told. Her single nipple told a different story. It was rock hard. There was the deliciously unmistakable aroma of aroused female in the air.

She stood their in the centre of the room, all eyes on her nakedness. She was proud of her body, she had worked hard to keep her figure, so she felt perversely gratified to be able to show it off. The leader spoke. "Let me introduce myself. I'm generally known as Luke, and that is what you will call me. These are members of my team, and there is no need for you to know their names." He spoke in a cultured, educated accent, with the easy air of a natural leader. "I specialize in creating quality porn, but without using professional models - cinema verite, as the French would say. I'm sure you'll be delighted to know that you're to be our next star."

Sally was not at all delighted. In fact she was devastated and terrified. Porn movies? She had seen them of course, and enjoyed them, but these had been professional models, paid to do disgusting but highly erotic things, not a 60 year old grandmother, no matter how attractive and well kept. And who of her friends would see her performing? She felt the embarrassment and humiliation washing over her. She opened her mouth to protest, but the look in his eye warned her this would be unwise, and the protest died in her throat.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as rough black hands grasped her arms. Other hands fondled her remaining breast, and forced there way between her legs, several fingers dipping into her cunt to the knuckles. "Boss, she's soaking!" a man called out. She groaned in humiliation. It was true.

"Gary, bring your knife over here. Slut, stay just where you are. Don't move." Gary handed his knife to Luke. Lightly he dug the point into the base of her remaining nipple, lifting her breast, and drawing a small bead of blood. "What could I do with this, my naked slut?" Sally whimpered, terrified. "Well let me show you, then." he continued, placing the cold blade on he belly. As she opened her mouth to scream, he sliced through the suspender belt, and she relaxed slightly. Next to go were her stockings, the sharp blade slicing through easily, and they soon hung in tatters around her ankles. "Kevin - get these rags off her" he commanded, and another member of the gang scurried to comply, leaving Sally stark naked - except for her earrings, and the tramp stamps adorning her ass, cunt and breast. "Now for the cameras, I want you to do a slow turn, then pull open your cunt lips for a camera close-up. When that is in the can I want you on your knees, face on the floor, opening the cheeks of your ass for a close shot of your virgin asshole. Virgin at the moment, that is." Sally blanched. She had never allowed George or Sam there, and now there was a hint that a big black stranger was going to take her anal cherry! "The camera's rolling, so MOVE" he commanded. She did as she was told, blushing wildly as she pulled back her labia for a camera close-up. Then  face down on the floor, her ass high, and she reached behind her to display her rosebud. The camera zoomed in on her anus, and her open cunt which she knew she was so wet with excitement, she could feel it dripping down her thighs, she could smell it. A gloriously erotic scent that never failed to turn Sam and George on.

Turning her face sideways, she could see that Sam and George both had rock hard erections, But she caught her breath when she saw that some of the gang had their cocks in their hands - and they were huge. "Oh my!" she thought to herself, "can I handle this?"

She was dragged to the centre of the room, and forced face down over a large cushion., her face, arms and feet on the floor, her ass high in the air. Her arms and legs were stretched out sideways by willing members of the gang. She knew Sam, George and the gang leader could see straight into her open cunt. She had never felt so open and vulnerable. Her cunt dripped with anticipation. A camera was placed on a low tripod, trained on her face  to catch her expressions. Another camera, hand held by a gang member, zoomed in on parts of her body, spending a lot of time on her wide open ass, and the tramp stamp that George had put there only yesterday. She often had a tramp stamp on her body, usually several. George applied them to her ass, shaved cunt and breast to show Sally and Sam who really owned her body - but now it seemed someone else had usurped his ownership.

Suddenly her ass erupted in pain. Luke had taken his belt to her naked ass, and it hurt like hell. Stroke followed stroke, and she lost count of how often that broad strip of the leather lashed into her buttocks. Some of the strokes were targeted at the area between her legs. George and Sam had sometimes used a plastic ruler on her labia, but this was in a completely different league. To her surprise she felt her passion rising, and as a particularly hard stroke landed on her now  glowing ass, she howled in agony and ecstasy in a shattering climax. She had always squealed loudly when she came, and she didn't hold back this time. Again she blushed with humiliation. How could her body betray her like this?

"That was the hors d'ouvre, now for the main course". Luke stripped out of his kit, all litheness and rippling muscle - and cock. A huge cock. "OK guys, keep her stretched out - I'm gonna stretch her out some more." Kneeling between her thighs, he considered spitting on his hands to lubricate his dick. But looking at the fluid running out of her cunt, he realised that wouldn't be necessary. Placing the tip of his cock in position, he eased it into her sopping cunt. Not a sudden lunge, but a long slow steady and unrelenting push right to the end of her, so he was pushing against her cervix. He wanted her to feel his cock going all the way in, for her to appreciate she was now impaled on her rapist's cock, to understand that she was now just a fuck toy.

Sally wailed. "Oh my god! That's too big! I can't take that!" Luke smiled. "Oh yes you can and oh yes you will". H paused when he reached the end. He still had more to push in, but had no desire to damage her. She needed time to stretch and accommodate him - and she would accommodate him, he would make sure of that. Nodding to the gang members holding her arms outstretched, they let go their grip. Luke reached forward, grabbed both her arms and swept them behind her into the small of her back. Taking the proffered handcuffs, he cuffed her wrists together. He could now use her arms as reins, and he started his ride, beginning with a slow walk, then into a canter, before breaking into a gallop. His white mare beneath him bucked and shook as he rode her furiously. Now any pretence of holding back and being gentle was gone, and his thrusts were hard fast and deep. His mare had adjusted to her rider's size, and was taking him completely - with some pain and discomfort - but she was taking him fully.

And Sally responded as she always responded to being fucked - noisily! As Luke hammered remorselessly into her, she felt another orgasm rising, one like she'd never had before. The humiliation of the striptease, the humiliation and the pain of being whipped, and now the humiliation of being raped in front of her husband and her lover was too much, and she screamed her ecstasy. "Push that cock in. Harder! Harder. Hurt me!" Her excitement pushed Luke over the edge, and he spurted his cum inside her, gushing into her cervix. The feel of his hot cum inside her tipped her over into a final orgasm, and she fell way into a dead faint.

Luke fell forward over her back. He allowed himself a minute or two of this, but forced himself to withdraw. It was time for his gang to have their pleasure. He smiled broadly. "Guys, we've got a good one this time. This one is a keeper." Sam looked puzzled at this, but George blanched. He knew what Luke meant. "NO!" he screamed. "That wasn't part of our agreement!" He stopped, aware he had said too much. Sam looked at him in surprise, and Sally, just coming round from her faint, heard it but failed to take it in.

"The agreement is off - here's your deposit back. In fact I'll double it. I'm buying this woman from you. Meanwhile we've a few deposits of our own to take care of, " and a wad of notes was tossed onto the floor. "We'll send you videos of her progress from time to time, and she'll be widely seen on the Internet. If you care for Sally, do not go to the police. Understand? Sally is about to embark on a new career. If you and she behave you'll get her back, but not in the same condition."

George said quietly, "Sam, I'm sorry. This was intended to be a new experience for us all, to take us to new heights of eroticism, a surprise for you both. I'm sorry it has got out of hand." Sam agreed that it certainly was a surprise. however, whilst concerned for his wife's safety, he was quietly finding the turn of events really erotic. He had often had fantasies of Sally being abducted, raped, and turned into a webslut - now it was becoming a reality. He began to imagine what would happen, and his erection grew harder and harder. "Oh my," was all he could say. "oh my, oh my. I hope Luke will keep his word, and send us videos off her progress."

Meanwhile, centre stage, the remainder of the gang was taking advantage of the naked and now stretched Sally......

And during this time, an anonymous looking white van reversed up to the house. Soon Sally, ball gagged but otherwise still naked and with cum dripping out of her cunt, was quickly bundled out of the house and into the van, and the doors closed. Inside, there was a carpeted floor, and ring bolts set about in various places for securing the transported goods. Sally soon found herself spread-eagled, shackled at wrists and ankles to the floor. What light there was in the back of the van came from windows at the front, there being none in the back of the van. Three members of the gang climbed into the van, and the engine started. As  the vehicle started to move down the drive, one of the gang had stripped off, and had entered Sally again.

"This slut makes me so horny, I'm going to get  a sore cock."

The van drove off, driving sedately through the city suburbs. Another man had entered Sally .........

......Will we hear more of Sally's adventures? Time will tell - it rather depends on the reaction of Sally's husband when he reads it! See the real Sally at www.ipernity.com, (look for Charlie Zulu)