to study her captors a bit more closely. When they had first come in, she thought they were dressed identically. But now she saw that wasn’t the case. Yes, they all had on blue suits, white shirts, and dark ties. But some of the suits were pinstriped. Some had subtle checks. Some of the ties were dark red. Some were light blue. One didn’t have a tie. The black shoes differed the most. Mary saw wingtips, loafers and walking shoes.
But most of all, Mary noticed the hands. They were all old, some wrinkled, most with liver spots, some with arthritis.
One of the Nixons stepped in front of her, pulled out a knife, and cut the duct tape holding her legs to the chair. They stood her up, then tore the chair from her and sent it sailing across the room.
The other Nixon took a hand to her shirt and ripped it from her body.
“Hey, you’re married – what would Pat say?”
Another Nixon unbuttoned her jeans and pinned her arms, then lifted her so the jeans could be pulled them from her body. Mary tired to kick the Nixon who took off her jeans, but he sidestepped the attempt easily.
“You didn’t learn from Watergate, did you?”
When she was down to her bra and panties, a Nixon took out a pair of handcuffs, freed Mary’s arms, then quickly cuffed her wrists to a pipe that ran the length of the room.
And then Mary saw something that took her breath away.
Some of the Nixons were taking off their clothes.
“I’m not in the mood, guys,” Mary said. “No really does mean no.”
She shivered. The room was cold, but it was the sight of these old, naked men that gave her the heebie jeebies. And whatever they had in mind scared the hell out of her.
“I only date younger men,” Mary said. “Old guys like you are too aggressive. Obviously.”
Mary was now turned sideways and out of the corner of her eye she could see the naked Nixons, masks on, erect penises, well, most of them erect, one or two quite substantial, one or two not so substantial, pointing at her in an accusatory manner.
“Whatever happened to quality foreplay?” Mary said. “Isn’t there a shuffleboard tournament somewhere?” Her heart was thudding in her chest and her mouth was dry. The adrenaline pumped into her blood and she pulled on her restraints.
“Who wants to go first?” one of the Nixons said, his voice muffled and unrecognizable through the mask.
“Why don’t you talk about it?” Mary said. “Have a little penis swordfight over me. I’d be flattered.”
“Someone make her suck your dick so she shuts up,” the lead Nixon said.
“Enough with the sweet talk,” Mary said. “What next, flowers and candy?”
The words ‘suck’ and ‘dick’ had resonated quite forcefully with her and now she tried to slip her wrists through the handcuffs. She pulled until she felt the cuffs dig through her skin and begin to split her skin and crush her bone. Panic welled up inside her. Suddenly she felt a hand slap her ass, then her reach inside her panties. She kicked back and her foot connected with what felt like a solar plexus. Mary reefed back on the handcuffs, but her hands caught. A slight metallic grinding sound caught her ear, though. And she turned away form the naked Nixons and reefed again on the cuffs. The pipe had moved, sending puffs of rust to the floor.
Mary felt a pair of hands grab her panties and rip them from her body.
“Now that’s a beaver!” one of the Nixons said.
“Who ordered the furburger?” another said.
“With a side of thighs,” another said.
Now, Mary wrapped her hands around the pipe itself and studied it. She saw a spot weld two feet in front of her, and a bracket with a screw that had already separated from the wall. She leaned forward and lunged sideways, pulling on the pipe with everything she had.
“Whoa, Nellie!” one of the Nixons said.
The pipe had separated completely from the wall, but had remained intact.
“Come on,” one of the Nixons said. “Hurry up and fuck her. I’ve got a five-thirty tee time.”
Mary felt the hands on her hips and then one of the most horrific feelings ever: a Richard Nixon cock poked between her legs and rubbed against her. Her mind shrieked with panic and she felt a blind white hot fury explode within her.
She lashed out, but he was between her legs now.
“I might need some K-Y,” one of the Nixons said.
Mary