CHANGES

Chapter 2

It was less than three hours after falling asleep that I came awake with a start.  The bedroom lights were on, and in my confused state, I thought it was broad daylight and that we had overslept.   My next thought was that Janey had gotten out of bed and turned on the lights, needing them to make her way to the bathroom.

At that second, I realized there was a man standing beside me, and as I looked to my wife to alert her, saw another standing at her side of the bed.  My frantic eyes soon saw a third man standing by the light switch, and I knew it was he who had awakened me.  He was holding a briefcase in one massive hand, looking for all the world as if he had come on a sales call.

My next impression was that the three were wearing black masks that hid about half their faces, and then that they were much larger than my normal-sized physique.  I had always referred derisively to oversize men who spent countless hours in the gym as "Neanderthals," and that was the first word that sprang to my mind right then.  It was obvious that any one of them could have beaten me to a pulp if they so desired, and against three of them I had no chance whatsoever.

Janey sat up in bed then, and it seemed to me that she was not as startled, nor as sleepy-eyed as I was.  She looked at the three men, then turned to me, saying softly, "Honey, we have to do exactly as they say.  Maybe they'll just rob us and leave.  Don't do anything."

That had already been my thought, and I lay unmoving, waiting for one of them to make the first move.

That move wasn't long in coming.  Moving as one, the two who were standing beside us reached down and grasped the bedclothes.  With an easy flick of their wrists, they flipped the covers off the foot of the bed, leaving us exposed to their view.  I was wearing only my undershorts, and felt very vulnerable.  My wife, though, seemed even more vulnerable as I looked at her.

She was wearing the nightgown she usually slept in, and under that a pair of panties.  The gown was made of the sheerest material available, and did nothing to conceal her body.  As I looked at her, I could plainly see that her nipples seemed to be extremely hard, and thought maybe that reaction was due to her fear.  It seemed odd that a frightening experience would produce that reaction in her, because in me it had the opposite effect.  I was sure my penis was retracted so far it would be virtually invisible.

The third man then walked to my side of the bed.  He removed something from his back pocket, and when he held it out, I could see it was a pair or handcuffs.  My heart sank even further as I guessed their use.

As if in confirmation, the first man reached under my back and lifted me to a sitting position, as easily as if I were a rag doll.  He then pulled my hands behind my back, and held them there while his partner fastened the cuff around my wrists.  As soon as my arms were released, I was pushed roughly to the mattress, and lay there terrified as I envisioned all the horrible things these invaders were planning to do to my wife and me.

One of the monsters said, "Get naked.  Now!"  Again I turned to Janey, frantic with my need to protect her from these prying eyes.  She looked at me in concern, then said, "Honey, we have to do as they say.  We don't have any choice.  Please don't make any trouble."  There was quite literally nothing I could do, troublesome or otherwise, and continued to lay there frozen by panic.

Janey pulled the nightgown over her head, then quickly reached down and pushed her panties off her lovely body.  When she once again looked at me, she nodded her head in assurance.  She then moved her hands to my waist, and began to remove my own underwear.  Soon we were both in the nude, lying there exposed to those three pairs of eager eyes.  My quick glance at my crotch confirmed my earlier guess, and I could see my cock was by then not much more than just a head stuck on my abdomen.  I felt sure that if my pubic hair were still there, even the head would have been invisible.

The three men pointed at my tiny manhood and began laughing.  I'm sure I blushed a bright red then, and when my wife looked at my crotch and smiled faintly, probably even more.  The shame and the fear were very strong, and I had to fight to keep myself from screaming my rage.

To my utter horror, the three men began to undress themselves.  Soon every item of their clothing was laying in three piles on the floor, and their muscular bodies were exposed to our view.  Again I couldn't stop my mind from labelling them as Neanderthals, and knew their brainpower was probably as small as their muscles were large.  However, in this situation, brawn was sure to overcome brains, and I could see no way out of our predicament.

The man who was standing beside Janey picked up her panties.  He placed one hand between her legs and indicated by a slight pressure he wanted her to open her crotch.  As her legs parted, he balled up the garment and then wiped it up and down her slit.  He then handed the thing to her, saying, "Gag him.  We don't want to have to listen to him whining when we do you."

She took the panties from him and brought them to my mouth.  I shook my head in denial, with my lips clamped together.  She said softly, "Honey, please.  We have to do what they ask.  It's the only way we'll get out of this alive.  Please, sweetie."

There was no denying her assessment was correct, and I reluctantly opened my mouth.  She shoved the juice-covered thing in place, then held it there while the man beside me wrapped a small cord around my head and tied it over my mouth.

The three then moved to stand at the foot of the bed, with their eyes fixed on my wife.  One of them said, "Spread your legs.  Play with your tits and your cunt."  I gazed in horror at her, sure that order would be too much for her to bear, but instead saw her legs parting even more.  Not only did they part, she actually drew up her knees while they were flat on the bed, seeming to offer herself even more to their avid gazes.

One hand dropped to her crotch and the other to her breasts.  Soon both were busy following the disgusting orders she'd been given.  I realized that her nipples were even more engorged than before, and was sure her fear had increased, causing that reaction.  It was soon evident that the odd effect was being felt in her vagina also, since when she switched hands, her fingers were dripping with her juices.  She rubbed them on her nipples, and then resumed frigging herself while also pinching and pulling her nipples.

All the while Janey had been following their orders, the men had been fondling their penises and testicles.  That attention, combined with the arousing sight my wife was providing for their eyes, soon had their cocks standing at attention.

It was evident to me then just why they had been so amused by the size of my penis.  Even the smallest of the three was easily more than two inches longer than my 6" tool.  Even more than that, it was very much larger in diameter, almost to the point that I thought it was probably equal in size to my wrist.  The other two specimens were even larger in both proportions, and I feared anew for the safety of my wife.  Surely she wouldn't be able to handle such large cocks, if indeed they chose to rape her, as now seemed likely to happen.

That such was their intent was demonstrated when the third man said, "Looks like everyone's ready.  Who do you want first?"

I thought I'd pass out with fright then, knowing that all three intended to rape Janey.  I doubted she'd be able to survive such usage, and frantically racked my brain for a way out of this situation.

She pointed to the man on the right, who had the smallest cock of the three, and said, "I want Jim first."  I almost passed out as I heard that, but quickly realized she'd said "him" and not "Jim."  It was just my fevered brain running wild that had made me hear her call one of them by name.  There was no way in Hell she could ever know people like these.

The man she'd selected quickly got on the bed and positioned himself between her widespread legs.  He lowered his crotch to hers, and I saw her reach down and guide him into her pussy.  Again I had the thought that the stress of the situation had driven her from her senses, and she couldn't help what she was doing.

That assessment was quickly confirmed as I heard her sigh as her rapist entered her precious body.  He slowly pushed the entire thing as deep into her as possible, and even before it had reached its limit, a soft moan issued from her throat.  I was sure she was in pain from the horrible stretching, and couldn't help but give voice to it.  That was confirmed over and over as the tool moved in and out of her, each thrust being acknowledged by her increasingly loud moans.  I was afraid she was in agony, and would soon lose consciousness from the extreme pain.

As the man fucked my wife, her hands seemed to caress his body.  I knew, of course, that those movements were actually an attempt to push him away from her, but because of his size, she was unable to do so. 

Again and again he thrust into her, and again and again she moaned in accompaniment.  After several minutes, her hands dropped to his butt, and actually seemed to be trying to pull him deeper within her.  Again, I was convinced she was trying to fight him off, but her movements were ineffectual.

The man's own moaning was getting louder by the second, and I was sure he was approaching his climax.  Since that was the only way to get him out of, and off, her, I prayed for it to happen as soon as possible.  I didn't have long to wait, for at that very instant, he made one final thrust to bury his cock as deeply inside my wife as possible.  His gasps for breath matched hers, but his were of pleasure and hers were of panicked fear.

I saw her try to raise her crotch off the bed in an attempt to dislodge her rapists.  At that moment, the pain she was feeling must have become much greater, because her fingernails dug into her attacker's backside.  She gave one long moan, then her body dropped to the bed and she was silent.  I feared she had passed out, but was reassured when she turned her head to look at me, with her love evident in her eyes.  I knew then that we could get through this.

He finally lifted his muscle-bound body off her, and slowly climbed off the bed.  Without a word being said, Janey pointed to one of the others, who had the next-larger cock.  I could see the logic in her choice, and knew she wanted to take them in order of penis size, since that would allow her vagina to stretch before it had to accept the largest of the three.

The second man almost leapt onto the bed, and soon she was guiding his penis inside her.  Unlike the first rapist, he didn't enter her slowly, but instead rammed his cock as deep as possible with the first thrust.  In the silence I could hear the squishing sound it made as it encountered the semen his partner had so recently deposited in my wife.  That sound was soon covered, however, by Janey's renewed moans of pain.

At one point, she said something that sounded like, "Oh, God, Bill."  Again I knew my fevered brain hadn't heard her correctly, and she told me several days later that she had actually said "kill" and not "Bill."  She said she was pleading with God to kill her rapist to save her the shame and pain.  I'm sure that's the correct explanation, because, again, it would have been all but impossible for her to have known the man.

Again her hands seemed to pull the man deeper into her as she tried to fight him off.  Her moaning was not as intense during the second rape, which I attributed to the stretching from the first man.  Obviously her pain wasn't as great, which was at least a small favor.

Finally the second man released his seed deep within her, and slowly got off the bed.  Janey pointed to the third man, and he quickly mounted her.  Again she fought with him, but her hands wouldn't obey her brain, and cupped his butt cheeks with surprising force.  He was obviously more aroused than the other two had been, probably from watching the ravishment of my wife.  His groans and gasps seemed to come in less than two minutes after he'd entered her, and as his partners had done, he made one final mighty thrust to bury his manhood as deeply inside her as possible.  Given the size of the thing, I was sure she was in great pain, and thought her moans were evidence of that.

It was at that point I realized my penis was erect.  Why the traitorous thing thought there was anything arousing about my wife being raped by three men as she lay beside me was beyond my ability to understand.  Janey was obviously of the same opinion, because as soon as the third man had climbed off her, she looked directly at my cock bobbing back and forth.  The look of disgust on her face made me think of myself as less of a man, and I knew I deserved her contempt.

She rolled to her side facing me, squeezing her legs tightly together.  She placed one hand on my testicles, and then squeezed seemingly with all her might.  I was sure she was trying to punish them for seeming to indicate their approval of the horrible triple rape she'd just endured.  At that moment, I shared her feelings, and had my hands been free, would probably have punished my balls even more than she was doing.

After several seconds, she said softly, "Honey, I haven't taken a birth-control pill for three days, because my stomach was upset.  I can't bear the thought of getting pregnant and having their babies.  You have to help me."

She then set up in bed and moved closer to me.  She untied the cord that was holding her panties in my mouth, and then withdrew them.  As I watched in horror, she swung one leg over my body, and then moved her crotch directly above my face.  Between her widespread legs, I could see her pouting pussy lips, bright red with the torture they'd just been given.  The sperm the three had deposited in her pussy was beginning to leak out, and was by then coating her vagina with glistening highlights.

She lowered her pussy to my mouth then, saying, "Please, sweetie.  You've got to get every drop out of me.  I just can't have their babies.  Please help me.  Please."

Although sickened to the very bottom of my soul, I knew that her fears were accurate.  Three days without the birth-control drugs in her system could very well render her vulnerable to impregnation.  I knew I had to help her avoid the Hell of being pregnant because of this multiple rape.

My tongue slowly extended from my mouth, and licked up the first of their combined juices.  I heard her gasp at the contact, then say explosively, "Yes!  Thank you, honey.  I was afraid you wouldn't do it."  She then began to slowly move her slit across my mouth, seemingly guiding my efforts to get every single drop of the foul slime.

When she was sure I'd licked up and swallowed all the cum on the outside of her vagina, she centered the hole over my mouth.  By that time, her moaning was almost continuous, and her hands were gripping my head tightly, as if trying to pull it inside her, where the three large cocks had been so recently.  She paused in her moaning to say passionately, "Suck it!  Oh, God, it feels so good!  Suck it out of me!  Get every drop of their cum out of my pussy!  Do it!"

I sucked with all my might, all the while feeling her engorged clitoris rubbing against my nose.  Her sighs and moans become almost continuous, and finally I felt her shudder.  Her thighs locked tightly around my head, almost crushing it in her passion.  At that moment, I felt a gush of cum as it was forced into my mouth, and I swallowed as rapidly as possible before the next spasm filled me again.

I don't know how much of the vile stuff I sucked out of her that night, but it surely wasn't the gallons it seemed at the time.  It surely couldn't have been more than a few teaspoons of slime, but that wasn't the way it seemed then.  Even with my disgust at what I'd been forced to do to prevent my wife's pregnancy, there was an odd thought in the back of my brain.  I was sure that the taste was somehow familiar, and could think of no explanation.  It was probably the fact that some of the juices were hers that made me think that.

Janey slowly raised herself from my face, and moved to the bed beside me, crouching on her knees.  As her eyes cleared, she picked up her balled-up panties and brought them to my mouth once again.  She said softly, "Let me get these in your mouth again, sweetheart."

I simply couldn't imagine why she wanted to gag me again, and didn't open my mouth.  At that moment I felt a shooting pain in my balls that was worse than I ever imagined could happen.  I quickly looked down to my crotch, and saw that one of the men had gripped my testicles in one of his hands, and was squeezing them with all his might.  She said, "Better open your mouth, honey.  He'll pop them if you don't."

It was beyond my power to resist any further, and my mouth dropped open.  Janey quickly stuffed the underwear in their former place, then re-tied the cord around my head to hold them there.  She said something very softly that sounded like, "Now you'll be lots quieter."  When I questioned her about that several days later, she didn't recall saying such a thing.  She thought that she had said something about my being gagged would make the men leave quicker.

One of the men placed the briefcase on the bed beside me, and then opened it.  My wife raised her eyes to the man, almost as if expectantly waiting for something.  I looked at him also, and saw he had removed a folded piece of plastic sheeting from the case.  At her nod, he handed the thing to her, and she opened it to a square about 6' on each side.

The other two men took one of my legs each and spread them to the sides of the bed.  They then lifted my feet high in the air, until my butt was off the bed.  Janey then placed the plastic under me, centering it on my crotch.  As soon as that was accomplished, the men took short lengths of rope from the briefcase, and used it to tie my ankles to the rails of the beds, holding me wide open for whatever was to come next.  I could only hope they wanted to secure me in that way so they could have an uninterrupted period to ransack the house.

My wife then began to caress and fondle my genitals, and I felt them respond to her touch.  Even though I had been very erect before, when the Neanderthal had squeezed my nuts, my cock had shrunk. Now as she played with me, my penis seemed to grow even larger than it had been before.  Soon it was at its 6" maximum, which looked pretty pitiful beside the three other cocks in the room.  They were still erect, even though they'd shot their loads deep inside my wife only minutes before.

One of the men held out a small cord to Janey, and she ceased her fondling to take it in her hands.  The man then gripped my cock and balls tightly in one of his huge hands, and began to lift upward.  The effect was to stretch me more than I ever thought possible, and I knew that he had actually lifted my butt off the plastic sheeting Janey had placed under me.

He instructed her to tie the cord around the base of my genitals, and she moved to obey, moving almost as if in a fog.  She wrapped the thing twice around my stretched flesh, as close as she could get it to my body, then used all her strength to pull the ends.  A knot was quickly formed in the cord, and then a second cord was tied in the same manner about 1/2" above the first.  She and the man both withdrew their hands then, and surveyed their handiwork.