Our story so far: A hospitalized Tessa is unable to account for her whereabouts or happenings, while a dead neighbor lies decomposing in his home, where she was found partially nude, and trapped under his obese, lifeless body. With his seminal fluids in and on her, it adds to the confusion and the consternation. Surrounded by police, she is unable to answer their questions, and they are suspicious of that. Meanwhile, her husband, who has been having his own difficulties, cannot raise her on the phone, which lies alone, ringing in their fire-damaged home.
Two would-be paramours, Ofi and Andre, are in the off-ground, though at least one has plans in play, for Tessa, and possibly for Dan as well...
To remind the readers, the Author has been writing this series of stories at the request of a friend. The descriptions and behaviors, as well as incidents and developments are all written with the goal of satisfying those requests of the friend.
The Author hopes that the audience enjoys this series to the fullest...
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"I don't remember..." Tessa replied. The latest query had been nothing but a re-hash of the last several.
"How did you get there? Who else was present? Why were you there? Are you and the deceased lovers? Did you fight?"
The list of questions the female police officer asked. The wording was different, and the order of them varied, but they all boiled down to the same thing.
"Tell us what happened?" They wanted to know. She couldn't, because she didn't.
"I want to go home now, please." Tessa started to insist. "I haven't done anything. It's like I told you... The last thing I remember was putting some chicken and rice on the stove. The next thing I know, I'm here, and I'm feeling really groggy. I want to know where my clothes are, and why you are yelling at me?"
Tessa, for her own part, had been pushing her own line of questions, and was beginning to sob in frustration. These were questions to which the police either could not, or would not answer, including being able to call her husband. That was beginning to really irk her. Proper wife or not, she was beginning to lose her temper, and she snapped at them, finally.
"Either let me call my husband, or get out!"
A police detective, however, did not appreciate her circumstance, or her attitude, and barked back.
"Lady, you are luck you are not in jail right now, so tell us what you know!"
"I already told you! I don't remember! I don't know anything!" Tessa replied sharply, and she began to cry now. Why would they listen to her?
The last exchange caught not only the doctor's attention, but the nurse's as well. Coming from the nurses' station, she barged in and in a hushed, but very direct tone, asked the police a question in general.
"Is my patient under arrest?"
"No." the policewoman replied.
"Then get out." The nurse instructed. "You will not badger my patient anymore. Or show me a warrant that allows you to hold her. Until then, she is my responsibility, not yours, and you no longer have the right to speak to her in my ER. She is under my care, and she is not leaving right now."
The nurse's sharp tone left no room for discussion. They were the police, but this was the emergency room, and this was her domain. She carried a multitude of the tools of her trade, including a stethoscope, and knew how to use them all, even better than some physicians. Yet even doctors tread lightly around angry nurses. Tessa's nurse was growing mighty upset, indeed, as Mama Bear Nurse had come out to play.
"She will not be able to answer any more of your questions right now, she needs a vitamin shot." The nurse tersely concluded, as she injected some vitamins into Tessa's vein. For Tessa, almost immediately, the lights went out, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her body went limp.
"What was that you just gave her?" The detective asked with his serious, even upset tone.
"I told you. A vitamin injection. The fact she went to sleep means she was badly in need of it, and probably fluids. Go home, or where ever it is you go when you aren't bothering my patients."
As the detective and officers left, the nurse walked back to the nurses' station and discarded the needle in a Sharps container. "What vitamin did you give her?" The doctor who was observing the whole scenario asked. He had been content to let the nurse do the fighting for him. The last thing he wanted was more hassles with insurance, lawyers, or the police. "I didn't prescribe anything."
The nurse gave a very Cheshire-cat's smile. "Vitamin H, for Haldol. Now sign here." And she held out the medical chart, for the doctor to sign off on the drug, which gave Tessa some peace for the next few hours.
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Dan, for his part, was still in his hotel room, fuming. His wife had some very serious explaining to do. Her cell phone went unanswered, and the home phone was just gave some out of service notification. Had she left the phone off the hook? Turned her cell phone off? If she didn't want to be disturbed, it could only be for one reason. She was cheating on him, and it had to be with that black guy, her boss. In his mind's eye, he could envision her, right this very moment, nude on their satin sheets, her slender, trim, buxom form sliding along the slippery bedding, as she was lewdly kissing her black lover.
Her tongue was intertwined with his, as his thick lips left a gap to display their mutual lust and Tessa's wantonness, the sharing of saliva easily observed. Her soft voice mewing as his long, thin, dark fingers cupped each breast fully, his palms rubbing her nipples as he squeezed her melons, making her nipples grow to their full hardness, her long blonde hair trailing to the pillows, pooling there as her head swiveled in their deep French kiss.
Ofi's fingers were digging into Tessa's skin, the near-coal black skin contrasting against his wife's soft, gently tanned flesh, his groping making sure to mark her breasts in multiple points about and along her breasts. The kiss breaking and that flat-nosed African face burrowing into her neck, a long, series of kisses hitting her erogenous areas, making her legs softly splay widely for him, as his thick lips latched onto her below her ear, and then suckled hard as he bit her.
Tessa felt it, the sting of his hickey beginning, as his suction broke her fragile blood vessels, a deep, dark oval purple bruise forming, one that would take over a week to heal, if not more. Tessa's own hands were gently caressing and feeling her black lover, long nails gently trailing along the back of his neck, allowing her to feel his muscles and sinews below his oily shimmering skin. Their communication was not words, but a far more primal level, her blue eyes fluttering open as she looked into his dark ones, her soul bared to him as she gave him that sift, sexy smile she had used to give only Daniel. Yet Ofi now had it, her smile, as he had her body.
But the smile turned into a look of shock and her voice emitted a loud wail, while her back arched, her slickness having been poked open, and violated, as she felt her lover's cock slide into her. She took him whole, and as he buried himself inside her to the hilt, resting on top of her to let her tightness stretch to accommodate his long shaft, she gave him that smile again, and parted her lips to kiss him. His tongue, however, didn't kiss her, but attacked her lips, and inside her mouth, sweeping a wide circle, along her gums, and her teeth, while she simply whimpered. Her hands, which had been on her lover's body, fell aside, limply, as she felt it. It was his power, his strength, and his will, in short his domination of her. Impaled as she was, and her mouth now held prisoner by his exploring tongue, she, in that moment, became his.
She let her long lashes flutter closed, as her red-painted lips surrendered, her soft whimpers turning to purrs, and then moaning. She could feel her will wilting away. She was being subjugated, and she was losing her identity as Dan's wife, but becoming Ofi's woman. She was beginning to fall in love.
Then his thrusting began. His pulled back his hips, and then slowly pushed them forward, his pace would ever increase, yet his depths would not change. Fully, long, and firm, his pubic bone would bash her clit, making her voice utter a soft cry, as she felt a pang of pleasure for each invasion of her vaginal walls. Her lips would gape open, and her breathing grew heavier, and harder, until she was panting, each breath accompanied by a soft cry.
Ofi's thrusts were hard, now, as was his intense gaze. "Tonight you get my baby, my wife." He would command her, and she could only reply through her breaths.
"Yes... yes... Cum in me, Ofi, cum in me... Give me your black child, my husband!" and she then shuddered, wailing as she was lost in the shattering throes of a climax, her writhing body finally being flooded with Ofi's semen when he bellowed out his own release, his mighty male warrior visibly pumping his virile seed into her fertile garden, inseminating her, and giving her newly released egg a battle for life.
Falling back, she broke into a wide grin, and Tessa then reached her arms up to around Ofi's neck, and she spoke happily to him. "I love you, Ofi."
"I love you too, Tess..." Ofi spoke, using Dan's shortened name for the lover in his clutches. Then Tessa gasped.
"I felt it... that... that ping?" She said, unsure of what to call it. "My Love..." she resumed, using her pet name for Daniel, only saying it to Ofi. "I'm pregnant with your child!" Then she lifted her head up to kiss her new man, a long, loving, deep kiss, as they became a couple.
The last shook Dan from his reverie, and he looked about. He was still in his hotel room, alone, the illumination of the laptop screen's glow as the only source of light in the room. The thought infuriated him, his emotions growing heated. The black hands were on his wife, his woman, and those were his nipples he was playing with. Those were her lips he was kissing, and it was his tongue that should be swapping spit with his wife, not some interloping asshole. But the image would not go away.
It was then Daniel noticed something. He had a full-hardness erection. Looking at the clock, he realized he had enough time to take a shower, and get the day started, perhaps using the hot water to help relief his newfound tension. He uttered a curse in frustration. He wouldn't be home until that evening.
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Tessa had made it home, courtesy of a taxi voucher from the hospital. It had been hours since she was rescued, and the only evidence left of her night was the police tape securing Roberto's front door, warning visitors it was a crime scene and not to cross, and her own front door, which was boarded shut. Thick plywood had been nailed to the frame, and there was no way to open it.
Wearing only a set of green hospital scrubs, the remainder of her personal effects were held in a plastic hospital bag. The content was exactly one short pink satin robe, without a sash. Roberto's robe had been discarded. She looked about as she made her way up the driveway, her car still present and locked, only seeing a paperboy throwing his newspapers several houses down, and heading away from her. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning, and yet she wasn't even the least bit tired, because the Haldol-induced nap had given her a deep sleep, and refreshment. Realizing she couldn't get into her house, she sighed and uttered a soft "Shit!" and made her way to the back. She couldn't remember if she had locked the back sliding doors to the kitchen or her bedroom, so hopefully she could get in that way?
The neighborhood was dead quiet, and dark as night would be. Making it to her backyard, she saw her bedroom sliding door, it, too, was boarded shut. "Shit..."
Then she moved farther over, and found a pair of big plywood panels, one nailed to the sliding door frame, and another lying against it. Her shoulders slumped in frustration. "Really?" she exclaimed in despair. She had to quickly glance around, for her outburst had been loud, and she was fearful of waking the neighbors. To do so would be impolite, and that wasn't what proper wives did!
Making her way, exploring, a little further, she was relieved to find that her back kitchen slider was actually open! She could get home! She broke into a smile of relief as she stepped through the open door. Then she frowned as her bare feet felt some debris on the floor. Looking back, she inspected the doorway. The door was actually locked closed, but the glass was gone!
It explained what she was stepping on, the small, tiny shards of safety glass, though not as many as she would have expected. The firemen must've cleaned up a little, she thought. Then the scent of smoke and burned wood hit her nostrils, and she blanched.
"Evidently they could have cleaned a bit more."
She muttered aloud. Crossing the kitchen gingerly, in case there was something dangerous on the floor, she reached the light switch and flicked it on. The room was still bathed in darkness. Flicking the switch on and off didn't help. Then she looked at the clock, and realized it was dark, too. "Dammit!" She spoke with more frustration. There was no electricity, probably turned off by the fire department.
Dark adjusted, her eyes now let her see hints of her kitchen. The stove had obviously been the source of the fire, and her microwave oven and cupboards were destroyed, as were some cabinets and kitchen tools, like the toaster. Some favored wall-décor was also incinerated, along with some photos, and the ceiling had some holes and scorch marks. She couldn't tell how bad it really was until daylight, but all she could do was shake her head, and start to leak a few tears. Daniel was going to just kill her! Then she gasped. Her cell phone!
Reaching into the cabinet across the kitchen, she drew out a small emergency flashlight. The batteries were low, if not near-dead, but it gave her enough illumination to see, and she started across the kitchen to search the house for her phone. It was a common problem she had, of setting it down, and forgetting where. Many a time, Daniel was bitching at her for losing track of it, as the search was making them late for an engagement. It was aggravating to her, and almost enraging to Daniel.
It wasn't on the dining room table, which had been pushed aside, probably by the firemen, and it wasn't in the living room, either. Checking the den, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, and no phone. Moving next to Dan's home office, she swept the room carefully with the flashlight, and there it was, on the far side, and it suddenly popped into her head why it was there. Having come home, she went to drop the mail on Dan's desk, and set her phone down as she thumbed through it. Picking it up, she held the flashlight and with her well-versed thumb, swept the phone to life. Nothing happened.
Pushing the side button, she tried to manually turn it on. She started pushing all the buttons in frustration, but again, nothing happened. The phone was dead, the battery already low when she got home, and then Dan's nearly incessant calling draining the battery as the phone's vibration setting wore it down to death.
"SHIT!" She exclaimed loudly! Inside her house, she had little to fear about excess noise, and she dropped her phone back on her husband's desk.
The flashlight then fell to the ground, the bulb winking out in the concussion with the ground and enveloping the room back total in darkness. It fell as Tessa was grabbed from behind, a firm hand clamped over her lips before she could scream. A dark, menacing voice spoke to her ear, as another hand reached around her waist, hefting her up into the air slightly.
"Remember me, Mrs. Lang?" A bad chill ran down her spine, as Andre held her tightly, pulling her backwards.
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Daniel had set himself down in a meeting, the one meeting that mattered. He was clearly exhausted, and yet seated across a conference table from two men, who were an unlikely pair. Both men were of different races from Daniel, and each other, and the heavy accents and cultural differences were making his day difficult. Just saying the usual business pleasantries took a seemingly forever to Daniel. Finally ready for business, he opened his folio and started by apologizing.
"Gentlemen, I do so apologize for what misunderstandings went on during our last meeting. I am thankful that you allowed me this time to meet, and hopefully clear up the issues, so we can move on for the better of both our companies..." the tone was cordial, and very polite. Daniel knew his proverbial ass was on the line. The problem was, he didn't have a chance. Both of the other men had a different idea in mind, a rather buxom young associate of Dan's, who had made an initial contact after Dan's last failed meeting. Her sweet smile, soft perfume, and revealing business attire had certainly captured their attention, and it was her work that had gotten Dan's foot back in the door. He just didn't know they were about to slam it shut and break his ankle.
"I think we wish a new representative." The man from India said. He was dashing, in a dark, mysterious way a woman would find attractive, and had no real dispute with Dan, other than his lack of creativity at times, but if Dan could be replaced by a very attractive blonde, then he was going to do his best to make that happen.
The news was deafening to Daniel, for he knew their words were crushing his career as they spoke them. "But why? What have I done?" Dan asked.
"Nothing." The Indian man's partner said. His own accent was a thick Mandarin, with the difficult to comprehend lack of certain consonants that Dan and other English speakers took for granted. "That is your problem. You do not inspire us to succeed, while the young lady does. She is our new choice."
The Indian man shared a side-glance, nod and smile with his Mandarin counterpart. This wasn't about business, it was about sex, and neither of them wanted to have sex with Dan. The very young woman, however, would do nicely. Petite, with a set of C-cup breasts, and a trim figure, she was a beauty, indeed, with a smile only the finest dentist could provide. She came from old money, actually, and her parents knew the Indian man from past business dealings. So a deal had been struck. Get the woman into Dan's job, get her the experience she needed for her career, and then she would be off to her next venture. The father's business would gain extra profits from the increased sales, and the men would get eye-candy and perhaps more business as well. Whether either man would bed the woman was their problem. Dan, however, was simply a throw-away, and would be discarded. Who cared about a dedicated man when they could have a smoking hot woman to deal with, and hopefully inseminate?
Dan sat back in shock. Reverse sexism? How ludicrous! Dan had years of experience, and an excellent track record, at least until these powerful clients had changed their views. Dan was screwed, and he knew it, so he simply and politely made his excuses and departed, his voice furious as he telephoned his supervisor with the news. Dan knew he had to strike first, to save his career.
The conversation was short, but not overly so. He gave his report, and his suspicions, and was given simple directions. Go home, and report to the office on Monday at 10:00 AM, where his future would be announced. So Dan did just that, and worked his phone and travel arrangements, to get an earlier flight home. Then he went to the airport to wait for his 5 hour flight. He would be home mid-afternoon, local time.
Dan called home to try and reach his wife. The phone company automated message rang with three loud tones, and announced that the number was not in service. The service had been cut by the fire department the night before, along with the electricity. He tried Tessa's cell phone again, but it went directly to a message. "The mailbox is full, and cannot receive any new messages." Followed by a sharp disconnect. It was his fault; of course, Dan had called his wife near-constantly, perhaps fifteen times, leaving messages of various duration and tones. These, coupled with the normal messages she had in her account, had locked him out until he got home. Dan was left to stew in agony. No wife, no office, no nothing. Dan felt like an island in the middle of an airport terminal flooded with people.
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"Fuckin' finally!" This bitch took forever to come home."
Tessa heard a new voice exclaim. Her eyes flashed about her wildly as she was being pulled backwards into the ****** room, her arms flailing as she tried to step backwards fast enough to keep from falling, not that Andre` would let her.
"I get her first!" Andre exclaimed. I
t was then Tessa realized that she could feel him against her, the thin cotton hospital scrubs only protecting her from visual assault. He continued to drag her backwards, and into her bedroom. As he did so, Tessa could see that there were a few others in the house with him. By the looks, they looked like the crew Andre hung with. She had some disciplinary issues with two of them, finally getting one transferred, and the other expelled. She hadn't seen either of them since then, but they had to both be young adults, now. Then there was an older man, his body still in shadows, but his voice was deeper, and more reasoned.
"Don't hurt her." The older voice intoned. "We got all the time in the world. Just get some rope so we can tie her ass down. It'll be easier that way."
Despite her struggles, Tessa was doomed. Other hands grabbed at her, and before she hit her bedroom, she was naked below the waist, her scrubs pulls from her legs as she was pulled backwards, while her hands finally had the presence of mind to grab Andre's arm, using her nails to dig into his coal-black flesh. She also tried to bite his hand, by opening her mouth and chomping down, only to have a clear miss, when he cupped his hand.
Andre did howl when he felt her long nails digging into his arm, leaving very deep scratches. He yanked his arm from around her waist, but on the fore-stroke swung at her head as he changed his grip to her hair, his open hand slapping her hard. The first blow was enough to get her attention, as her long auburn hair flew out with the swivel of her head, but a vicious backhand did her in. Tessa went from fighting, to stunned, to heavily dazed.
As she was loopy, Andre`s friend, Charles, gripped at her top, roughly pulling up and off her last shred of clothing from her, until she was nude before the men, each man's eyes feasting on her voluptuous, yet trim body.
She was in her full, natural glory, as her full round breasts, firm and high on her chest, with her grape-sized nipples standing proudly from the teasing the scrubs top had been giving them, down to her trimmed vulva, a narrow line of fully auburn hair curled to her pearl, a directional arrow as to where a man should direct himself were all on display for their lecherous feast. Her long, silky hair was held in Andre's grip, and as the last man, a cousin of Andre's, came into the bedroom, holding a number of different bungee cords in his hands.
"Couldn't find no rope." Duane explained.
The satin sheets were pulled back, once the men realized what they had here. They hadn't had some of the finer things in life, perhaps, but they knew how to enjoy them. All hands went to work on Tessa, and it took mere seconds for her ankles to be tied to the brass bedposts of her bed, and her wrists bound together over her head. She was a sexy woman, who was about to get the fucking of her life, and a sexy bed to do it on. None of them had ever had such refinement, or even thought about it much. To a man, a woman on her back was what they all dreamed of.
Tessa was coming around, her hands bound together above her head, and her legs splayed lewdly apart, knees high. She struggled, as she cried out. "Get out of my house! Andre! You will not get away with this! Leave me alone! Release me!"
"Bitch, I owe you..."
Andre grumbled as he stripped nude, revealing his young body, and his sizeable cock. His fingers began to stroke his man-meat to life, while the other men began to do the same, until all four were naked, watching with erotic intent as Andre climbed between her legs.
"Besides, I'll be quick. Gonna' skip the foreplay!" He laughed as his buddies all joined in, a few hoots and cackled laughs accompanying the threat. He then lowered himself onto her body, and let her take his weight, as he began to dry hump her, just for the sheer torture of it, making sure the underside of his dark meat was sliding along her slit, making her feel him as her body began to prepare itself, despite Tessa's anguish.
Tessa could see next to nothing, being the early morning hours, and no electricity in the house. The neighbors would be asleep and no open windows or doors between them, and the main source of natural light, her sliding glass door had been boarded shut. With lips trembling open, Tessa felt the thick rod hardening against her petals as Andre dry-humped her, getting a good camel-toe slide as she began to lubricate.
"Please... Andre, I'm begging you. Please don't. Go away, and I'll never speak of this!" She pleaded desperately.
Andre was resting on his elbows as his hips rocked his body up and down, his grin evil and lascivious. Tessa, for her part, was pulling at the thick bungee cords, the elastic allowing her just a hint of stretch, before her strength gave out, and pulled her limbs apart again. She wriggled her hips to try and deny him, shifting and twisting in a vain effort to deny Andre his lust. She was doing everything she could think of to dismount him from her body, but her efforts only teased the man more, like a captured prey that was defiant to the last, but was still about to be defeated.
"Fuck that, Bitch, and fuck you while yer at it." He snarled. "Yer old man got this comin' to him. He shows his ass up, an' he goan' get a beatdown."
Andre punctuated his words by pulling back his hips, and then reaching between the two of them. Sliding the head of his cock along her folds, he let his glans do the work of opening her, until he could engage his shaft with her hole, and then he settled down onto her, back on his elbows, while Tessa arched her back, subconsciously jutting her chest towards her illicit lover. Andre's manhood slid into the woman, slowly, a drawn out torture to Tessa's body, as she felt him invade her, until he was fully inside, and his pubic bone was meshed with her pubis. Buried in her, for the second time, he groaned as her silky hole conformed to his resting cock, but he rest was only a moment. He had some serious fucking to do.
Tessa, for her part, gasped loudly. Andre wasn't a giant among men, but he did her husband shame in the size department, and only Ofi had been larger. Actually, Ofi was longer, and by a long way, but the man on top of her did quite right by himself, and now, Tessa's channel. Once seated inside her, he began to thrust, without a delay. No time to stretch to his size, or even get comfortable. This was all for his pleasure, and he didn't give a care whether she got off or not.
Andre started to glare into Tessa's eyes, as she found her own blue eyes looking back, lips softly parted as he mated with her. Soon her lubrication was liberally soothing his thrusts, and she couldn't deny the soft mews that occasionally escaped her lips. Andre's hands shifted to her hair, and he pulled her head back, diving his head to her neck, and finding nearly the exact same spot he had marked her with before. Biting her tender skin, he sucked hard as he thrust vigorously, the action at once painful and yet pleasing. Tessa felt like a kitten being devoured by a lion. That consummation, the utter defeat of her resistance was also having an effect on her psyche.
As a prim and proper wife, Tessa had known to be demure, even coy when necessary, and subservient to her husband in her domestic capacities. In truth, she loved the 1950's lifestyle she saw on television, and wanted to emulate that as best she could for her husband. Be his wife, be his woman, be his lover, keep his house clean, and raise his children. It was a submissiveness she was attracted to, as it fit her personality. Men were men, and women were not, nor should they try to be. That was how Tessa thought. That feminists thought otherwise was their concern, not hers. Tessa wanted to enjoy that domestic lifestyle life with her Daniel. But as she was being so sexually consumed, it started to bring out the submissive side of her. In a way, it fed her way of thinking. Had her lover been Daniel, had he been more attentive, and more dynamic with her, things would have been perfect. But now? She was on her marital bed, being ***** by a black thug who was one of her soon-to-be ex-students, and she was beginning to relish it. Not that she was with a student, for she vastly would have preferred her husband, but that she was being dominated sexually by a stronger man.
Her voice began to utter soft moans, and her body was now ripe for the picking. The others around her were gazing intently, and getting themselves ready for the ultimate fuck-fest, the hot teacher who was above everybody's reach. Dark fingers began to reach for dark cocks as they watched, their dark-adapted eyes better able to see what they needed to, and their ears hearing what they wanted to.
For his part, Andre was thrusting at an ever-faster pace, going from smooth to jarring, to a frenzied pace, until he grunted loudly, and slammed his shaft as deep as he could, his sperm shooting from his body, and against her slick cervix. She had felt pleasure, yes, but not joy, though she was well and truly ready for the next man to take her.
"Hurry up, bitch! My turn!" Charles demanded.
Charles took the ring-leader's place, and began to slide his own cock inside her. He didn't relish sloppy seconds as much, but hey, it was a teacher, and he was being suspended on Monday for fighting. He had been fighting with Duane, oddly enough. But none of that mattered now, for he didn't care if he went back, not after this night. Not after getting to stick his wick in the slickness of the best-looking teacher on campus. Not after shooting his load in her. He hoped she climaxed on his cock, as that would make it all perfect, but that was in the future. Like Andre, Charles lay atop the bound and distraught woman, her lips trembling as she was fighting a physical, psychological and emotional battle.
Tessa continued to stretch at the cords, but had the same result, only she was beginning to tire. She shifted and swayed, and rotated her hips, only to have Charles take a swipe at her cheek with his hand. Only partially able to connect, he was still able to get her attention, and he lay atop her, much as Andre had, though his lowered his face to hers, and his hands to her bouncing breasts. His fingers began to squeeze the ripe, full melons, sampling them as if buying a fruit, then squeezing harder, once he had her measure. He used a hard pressure, which made her grunt, right into Charles's mouth.
He took the liberty of kissing Tessa's parted lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth, and spinning his tongue around hers, as he slid his shaft inside her, her voice moaning into his mouth, while she did, eventually, kiss him back. He began to mate with her, as she was succumbing, her physical exhaustion becoming evident, yet as he was fresh, so were his thrusts. Long, heavy strokes fed his cock into her, the girth wider than any man in her life, yet he was shorter. He fell out once, and then twice, to which the others jeered.
"You gotta' new name, nigga! We callin' you Stubby!"
There was general cackling in the room, from everyone else save Charles and Tessa. They only made the sounds of pleasure, and Tessa's voice began to moan more frequently. Andre had flopped down on a chair, his limp shaft dribbling some post-emission cum onto the carpet and the chair between his thighs, and he laughed along with the others.
"Like that, Mrs. Lang? Fucking Stubby from now on? Shit, we gonna' have to give you a new name, too!"
Various names started being thrown, from all of the males save Charles, who was too busy getting his cock milked from Tessa. Names like Slut, Cunt, Whore were flown about, all with the 'Missus' designation before it. The room actually grew more silent as the various names were thrown out, some more creative than others, all the while Charles was screwing Tessa for all her body was worth.
Tessa was mortified. She was feeling it, the cock inside her, and she was loath to admit the fact she was experiencing sexual joy. She tried to fight it, imagining other things, like her husband, her time in the hospital, even the torment Ofi had been putting her through. The damage to her marriage, her career, but every so often, a particular thrust would hit her mark, and she would mew, or moan. It was crushing her, but she couldn't deny the way of nature, and the rising tide of raw sexual tension these cocks were building inside her. She was struggling her best to deny them something they wanted. Her orgasm.
Her voice started to grow higher, and tighter, with every thrust of Charles' black mamba in her, as his own pace picked up, until he couldn't hold back anymore. Despite Tessa's not having a sexual release, Charles certainly did, and he ejaculated much like Andre, deep, hard, and fully. Laying atop her, he simply caressed her face as he looked into her eyes, which were half-lidded.
Tessa was falling apart, internally. Her mind was abuzz with the myriad sensations of raw sexual tension building inside her, and the fact that her orgasm hadn't occurred yet was relieving. All she could do was endure their cocks, and hope that they wouldn't give her a climax. Not having one so far, and yet being dominated in this harsh manner was driving her emotionally crazy. It had never been done to her before.
Duane took his turn, and Tessa tried a last-ditch effort to deny him. She flexed her abdomen, and lifted her hips off the bedding, so that he couldn't lay upon her. But Duane had more worldly experience, and knew what to do. He simply flexed his own abs as he was between her legs, and cradled her hips with his thighs. This kept her knees wider apart, and her folds at his crotch, in essence making it easier to have her body. She lifted her head, to try and see, but there was nothing to be had in the darkness. A black man, in the shadows of a dark room was pretty much invisible. If she could have seen, however, she would have been fearful to notice the end of Duane's turgid cock. He was not only already dribbling pre-cum, but also displaying an enormous set of testicles.
Duane was also patient, and when Tessa's strength gave out, his was just beginning. Her hips fell to his thighs, and he began to insert himself into her, making her feel his length and girth. He, too, was respectable, but what did her damage was he had much more experience. Duane was the ladies' man of the bunch, and dashingly handsome. So much so that he had been with almost every cheerleader in school, and a couple from the cross-town rival. He had been on the football team as a cornerback, and was strong, smart, and long-lasting. Tessa would be and terrified at the things he was about to do to her, if she knew.
Like the two before her, Duane was able to slide in relatively easily, given her bound stance, and passion-induced slickness. But while Andre and Charles had simple thrust in and out, a simple, hard-core fuck as it were, Duane slid in, a longer, slower stroke, and his touch was not as brutal. Poised on his haunches, almost, he could use his hands more freely, and rove Tessa's fine curves. He spent time on her breasts, using his thumb and forefinger on her nipples, rotating and then pulling on them, stretching her soft skin, until she winced, her voice letting out a whine every time he pulled. There was a side-effect, to go with the whine. Her vagina began to bear down involuntarily. Duane had discovered an involuntary pleasure-pain response in Tessa's body. When she got a little pain, she gave a lot of pleasure!
Duane also was sliding his pelvis against that swollen nub at her vulva, making her clit shoot bolts of pleasure at her brain, her voice growing to a mixture of moaning, mewing, whining cries of pleasure, pain, and even joy. She was nearly lost now, to her rapists, the gang not even all inside her yet, and her pussy tingled, screaming at the rising tide of sexual want inside her. The dam was near the brim, and it would not take much more. Tessa began to try and fight him, by flexing her Kegel muscles; the pelvic muscles bearing down on Duane's thrusting manhood in an effort to somehow stop his release, and prevent her getting his black seed. It was nature at work, and but Tessa lost control. At Duane's sexual touch, she went from being a victim of gang-**** to a screaming-orgasmic female.
"Please... Please... Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Tessa was chanting at him, while his cock worked in her. "Give me your cum!"
That made the rest of the males hoot, and the name was thus borne. She would forever be known as Mrs. Cumbucket! They teased her with it, and started out calling her a whore, a slut and asking her questions about school using her new name.
"We have a test on Monday, Mrs. Cumbucket?" they jeered.
"Oh, I have to grade your homework, Mrs. Cumbucket!"
I'm gonna give you detention, Mrs. Cumbucket! Fuck you on your desk, Mrs. Cumbucket!" They taunted and jeered her.
For Tessa, it was the end of her resistance. She had no will, no strength and no passion to fight it. Duane's lovemaking, there could be no other word for it, her own body's senses, and now the auditory stimulation. It was too much for her to bear, and the prim and proper wife became the reluctant lover to the black men with her.
She stopped fighting it, and gave in, and as Duane finally reached his crescendo, she had hers, and she flexed her legs, and her arms, gaining just a hint of stretch of her limps, before the powerful cords pulled her back, as Duane's heavy, laden sac emptied into her. He came in her so much that the seal between his cock and her labia leaked just a little, his cum, and the mix of the other two men's starting to dribble from her cavity, and to her butthole.
As Duane pulled out of her, he rested on his heels, and took his hand to his cock, and then stroked it, squeezing the last remnants of his ejaculate and letting it drip into her softly gaping vagina.
"One more for the road..." he grinned, and then did a high-five to one of the men that smacked a loud echo off the walls.
Duane dismounted her, leaving her chest heaving and her body sweaty from the passion and exertion. Her long lashed eyelids fluttered closed, as she purred softly in the post-orgasmic plateau, her ears ringing softly as a red flushness rose to her chest. Her limbs were held fast, but she no longer cared. She had finally been tamed, after what seemed like an eternity of fucking, but had been closer to forty-five minutes of constant male insertion into her body. Yet there was still one man to go.
He said little, his deep voice rumbling, and he was obviously more senior to the rest of the young men. He took his time, slowly climbing onto the bed, while his dark skin made him similarly invisible. His movements were a bit jerky, and lacked the fine-motor skilled finesse of the others, too. He had been spending the time watching the others, and as he started to slide his way up her finger-bruised and sweaty body, Tessa began to feel his weight. There wasn't as much of it. Then her nose wrinkled.
His scent was heavy in body-odor and stink, while his breath was disgusting. Almost making her wretch, Tessa tried to shake her head and body. She was trying to deny this man who smelled like refuse, and very poor hygiene, yet he simply let the heavy cords do his work for him. Her soft voice cried out again, her resistance refueled, but while Duane, Charles and Andre had used their hands all over her to grope, maul, and squeeze her into place, and even submission, this man was more patient. He let her begin to tire herself out. It took her a few minutes, during which he was content to just let his tired, wrinkled skin lay on top of her, enjoying the feel and writhing of a softer, pretty-smelling, nubile white wife. When she was nearly done and gasping for air, exhausted arms no longer trying to pull down, when her ankles had given up their resistance to the bungees, he laid his face to hers, and shoved his tongue into her gaping mouth, deeply.
The taste was almost enough to make her wretch, and his spittle was heavy as his mouth had the run of hers. His tongue snaked along the insides of her lips, and along her gums, while his thick lips mashed to hers softly. She tried to complain, but her words were muffled, and when he was done licking the inside of her lips, he started deeper into her mouth, his long tongue snaking under hers, and lifting it, and then writhing around it, making every taste bud sample him, as he sampled her. His saliva had drifted into her mouth so heavily that she was forced to swallow, a mix of her own as well, but it was mostly his.
Nostrils flaring, she was struggling to breathe and not smell him, while his thin fingers groped her breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them as he pulled. It hurt her, and she squealed into his mouth, but the cry only spurred him on more. She started to cry again, as her mind was reeling. Her expectations were not what she was experiencing, and for the first time since Andre actually ***** her in the park, she felt a real danger. Carlos had been a known for her. He was lecherous and lewd, but known. Andre had been rough, brutal, and insistent, but like Carlos, she knew him. Charles and Duane were connected to Andre, so they were a known entity, of sorts. But this man who set upon her now? She had no idea.
The man had been humping at her, his dark prick targeting her gateway, lacking any sort of skill or patience. His paunch had actually made things difficult, and her hips were rolled down to try and stop him, until she was so tired she couldn't fight anymore. His hand guided himself below and he shoved his throbbing, curved cock inside her. His lips never left hers, and she groaned loudly, the curve of his head massaging her sweet spot with every jerking thrust. The joyful sensations were beyond her ability to control, and as he pumped into her, the tired muscles in her legs found new energy, kicking out as her body was teased again, mercilessly.
She squealed into his mouth with every thrust, her tongue wrestled into submission, and she just took him now, her nose now inhaling his stench, the taste now having overwhelmed her tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed, and as the homeless old man fucked her, the others began to chant lewd and humiliating things.
"Cumbucket's a slut for dirty cock!" Charles sneered.
Andre simply laughed at her. "Yeah, Mrs. Cumbucket, time you got what 's comin' to ya'!"
Duane, of them all, actually showed some reserve, mainly because for the moment, he was sated.
"She gonna' have to clean up after this. I ain't doing no sloppy fourths!" and they all laughed.
Tessa was humiliated, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the feelings the old man was giving her, and she was soon squirming, her looser, silky wet channel making the homeless man feel the best sex he had enjoyed in years. So much so that while he was tonguing her lips again, he started to jerk, and then spasmodically thrust inside her, while Tessa was still rising the crescent of her growing need. His cock erupted, thick, heavy spurts that sort of dribbled more than shot inside her. The hot, sticky, black man's baby-batter still virile as it slid down her valley, to help seed her probably fertile garden. It was just more competition for her egg to be penetrated by.
The man laid his body against her now, loose and limp, while his cock softened, until it slipped from her, his smile nearly invisible to her, yet she was glad to have her mouth back. She could feel his eyes boring into hers, and she looked back, the two of them having an invisible, wordless conversation. The meaning, to Tessa, was clear. Her night was far from over, and their relationship had just begun. The realization of it was the final straw, and Tessa finally went limp, lost and now utterly defeated. Her ankles hurt, her shoulders and wrists were sore, and though the mattress was certainly comfortable, the tension of being spread so tightly was taking a toll.
"Alright, get off the bitch... My turn again!" Andre demanded, and the old man dismounted her, letting the sinister and energetic youth have another turn at her. In fact, they all did, twice more. But by now, Tessa's reactions were different. She was getting more sex than she had in a year, if not a decade, all compressed into one long night, and as it would happen, far into the next day. She was no longer fighting it, or trying to deny the men or the sensations they gave her. She would begin to respond in fashion, her hips rocking up and down to meet the varied thrusts, mewing as the cocks were sliding in and out of her. She had more orgasms now, as well. She only squealed and fought when the men wanted to kiss her, and she tried to shake that off, not that she succeeded. Every one of them had sampled her mouth, some more lewdly than others.
But one man kissed her with impunity. The old man. Whether it was his technique, or his heart, or something else, she didn't know, but when he kissed her, she eagerly kissed him back. His scent and taste were no longer revolting, as his sweat and hers, along with the others had all been mixed together into one over-powering smell of sex.
The sun came and partially lit the room, allowing each of them to full see the other, with the dark eyes laying a feast on Tessa's bruised and marked body. She had red marks and bruises on her breasts, dark oval hickeys on her neck, and smaller ones on each breast in multiple places. The old man had even placed one high on her inner thigh, right after he came inside her. She found him to be the best lover, with Duane a close second in the skills of passionate love. Andre and Charles were just fucking machines. They gave no thought to her pleasure at all. In, out... in, out... in, out. A rush of thrusts until they spilled their genetic material inside her.
By now, Tessa was able to positively identify three of her tormentors. The old man was still a mystery to her, yet she did not ask his name. When they tired, they rested, and when they thirsted they drank water from the kitchen. They even raided the pantry for food. Not much could be found, without having to be cooked, of course, as there was no electricity. The refrigerator was also invaded, and what could be eaten was, as well as *****. Then they found the liquor cabinet.
By now it was well after noon, and they had all enjoyed Tessa within an inch of her life, it seemed. The old man saw to her needs for food and drink, feeding her as she was still left trussed on the bed. During a break in the action, the men started talking. Some of it about Tesa, and some about other girls. Charles even hinted at bringing more friends over. It was the old man who saved her from that, with some common sense. People blabbed, and for now, they had all the pussy they wanted. Who wanted to throw that away?
That thought had made Tessa start to grow nervous. She, too, had been thinking about her situation. Her husband had to be coming home tonight, she was sure. and she was beginning to have to use the restroom.
"Please. Let me up, I need to go to the bathroom." She said between the heavy breaths as she started to come down from the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream. It wasn't a request so much as a demand. "I'm already a mess, and it is going to get worse for all of us, if you don't let me. Please?"
Her tone wasn't her teacher-voice, but more of a statement of simple facts that she knew, and no one could deny. It said she was at once serious, and authoritative, and yet not commanding. It was also an admission. She knew that they weren't through with her. The fact that the dirty man was still laying on top of her, his face resting on her shoulder as she spoke told her that. Plus the others were still naked, and lounging, and enjoying her sexual torment.
The room was silent for several long, awkward seconds, and then Andre spoke up, asserting himself again as the leader of their little party. "Alright. But no tryin' anything. We can catch you befo' you get to the door."
With that, Charles started to release her, taking the opportunity to grope her more, as the homeless man rolled off of her, choosing to recover on a part of the bed, while Tessa was released from the cords. Whimpering as she was finally able to move, she sat up painfully, and slid across the bed to the side, leaving a smear of leaking semen along the satin sheets. Every step she took let more of the combined male-mixture leak from her petals, smearing against her thighs, and trailing down her legs. Starting to close the door, Charles reached in and shoved it back open, exposing Tessa as she went to relieve herself.
"You can't hide nuttin' from us. We seen you all, and no tricks." His voice spoke in a hard tone.
Tessa sat down on the toilet, her ears greeted with the sound of some small dollops of ejaculate plopping into the water, followed by her own trickle of fluid. She flexed her core muscles and tried to squeeze out more ejaculate, her ears rewarded with the sound of a few more splashes. Reaching out of muscle-memory, she drew the necessary products to clean herself. After flushing, she then rose stiffly, and went to the sink, to wash her hands, and then use one of her decorative hand towels to clean away as much semen as she could from on and inside her.
The men broke into the idle banter and talk of well-sated lovers, who were sitting or lying about her bedroom, one of whom was actually laying in the same spot her husband would. That was Andre.
As she moved to her task, there was a certain resignation in her motion. She was naked, alone, and in captivity with four men, all of whom had been intensely sexual with her, against her will. Her wrists hurt, and her ankles were sore, not to mention her skin, her breasts, and her vagina was starting to send messages of soreness as well. Her emotions were just a mess as well. She had come to loathe most of them, save the older man, and the possibility of Duane. The last not because of any attachment, other than he had some serious sexual skills.
"Bitch you done in there?" Andre called out.
"Not yet..." Tessa replied. "I need to take a shower. Believe me, you want me to." She replied as she reached into the shower to open the flow of hot water and get clean.
"Hurry the fuck up, Cumbucket! My dick's getting' hard again!"
The rest of the room broke into laughter as Andre degraded her in front of them, and his implied threat made Tessa groan. Her ordeal was far from over.
A hot shower did do wonders for her, easing the aches and strains just a bit, not to mention give her a clean feeling again. Andre even allowed her to towel-dry her hair. As he felt she had dried herself enough, he simply grabbed her back up by the waist and heaved her to the bed, where she was tied down again, helpless as the men continued to fuck her, and fill her body with their ejaculations.
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"Where is Mrs. Lang?" Ofi asked his secretary.
The secretary blanched. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ofi. Had you not heard? She called in this morning on the call-off line. She was just leaving the hospital, but she would be fine in a couple of days."
Ofi paused as he heard the words. His mind started ruminating, as his lean, wiry frame was attentive to the woman's words. It was perhaps an ancestral gift, but he could listen, and look around, without having any outward appearance of movement. Even though well-dressed in a grey suit, white shirt, and red tie, he looked almost predatory as he listened, his dark skin seemingly able to hide his features, save his flat face, wide nose and thin cheeks. His tribal markings, given to him at the age of maturity, were nearly perfectly aligned, that in certain dark lighting, would give his oily skin an eerie, almost evil countenance.
"Very well..." His deep, accented voice rumbled, if she does not contact us by end of today, I shall try and reach her, keep me informed, please."
He then strode to his office. He had a suspicion, and he needed to check the high school's attendance records.
"Yes, Ofi, right away." His secretary called to his retreating back. She shook her head. The man had an irritating way about him when he left like that.
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By now it was well-past midday, and Tessa could make out everyone, but she still had no idea who the older man was, other than in the most intimate sense, of course. That part she knew exquisitely. She was in the middle of her third shower and cleansing when she felt him enter, though she did not realize it was him, until she felt her hand being dragged to his cock. It had an odd curve. Most men were either up, down, or straight. But this man had a hook to him that made the bulbous end tip almost straight up. She had no way of knowing about how he went about his daily living with it, but when he first stuck his cock in her, the way his head massaged her sweetness with every thrust had made her climax within the first minute or two, and then she began to orgasm regularly with him. So much so that when he took his turn with her, she no longer tried to resist him, but tried to part her legs a little more. She was submitting to his cock. So much so that when he joined her in the shower, she willingly shared space with him, and then took his kiss fully into her mouth. She had stopped noticing his stench, and his rude taste, after the second time he had her, and he was the only one to use his tongue to dominate her in the way he had.
Her fingers began to gently stroke him to hardness, and then she lifted a leg to help him inside her, using her free hand to splay her petals, as hot water sprayed them both. It reminded her of having sex in a Summer rain, which Daniel and she had done early in their marriage. It had been natural, even primal, and she found herself filled with passion and love for the man she had married. That it had been unplanned, and therefore un-protected, gave her some nervous times afterwards, until her period had begun, but the actual carnal moment had stayed with her forever. Just as this moment would when the black man started to thrust, pushing his hooked cock ever deeper inside her, until they were fully unioned.
His touches were now softer, warmer caresses, while the others were harsh, unrefined, and even rude. They fucked her savagely, while she began to simply make love with this man. She had started to call him Hook in her mind, for lack of a better name. Her voice started to echo softly off the shower tiles, each breath deeper and harder than the last, as their tempo built. Her hands touched him, feeling his sunken chest, his ribs easily defined, the dark skin seemingly thin, and allowing her to feel nearly every muscle in him as he moved. Her fingers groped his butt, to spur him harder into her, as her chin tucked over his shoulder, the water blast spritzing all over her, making her eyes close as he pushed her harder against the wall, her back cold against the tile.
Firm breasts smashed between them, her milky pillows being felt by his hands, as he leaned into her, the rapid thrusts growing harder, before they became erratic. His voice growled, and his teeth bit into her shoulder, as he spasmed in his final thrusts, not bothering to tell the woman he was mating that he was cumming, just giving her more of his essence.
Tessa, for her part, had a minor convulsion, not faked, but not the mind-blasting pulverizing of her reproductive system. Her voice squealed, and ended with a cry, to the applause of the others in her bedroom. Her hearing didn't register the catcalls, or the demands for Cumbucket to get her ass in gear. She was lost in the moment, matching his gaze, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. After the sixth time he was inside her, she found she not only had stopped resisting him, she began to enjoy him, willingly. She began to fall infatuated with a homeless man.
"What's your name?" She softly asked, as he had finished inside her again. She needed pillow-talk of some sort, and the others weren't the ones to speak with.
"Folks call me Benny, mostly." He replied in kind. He had started to caress her body as well, sharing a body language, while his cock softened, still leaking out his jism. "I seen you before."
Tessa, for her part, was almost nonplussed. She was still so mentally dislodged from the events of the week that she had not really processed anything. Daniel, whom she hadn't really thought about at all since Andre grabbed her, or Carlos, her most recent tormentor, whose body now rested in state at the morgue. Ofi, too, had not been on her mind.
"What do you mean, when you say you have seen me?" She asked. Ever proper, she would speak in the best manners she could muster, even with a strange man's dick deep inside her.
"I live in the park, under the creek bridge." He replied, looking at her to test her reaction.
"I saw you with the young boy, an' watched his ass-whoopin'." He smiled at that. "Most excitin' thing I seen in ages, I tell you."
Tessa gasped, and her hand went to her lips, like a prim and proper wife's shocked reaction would be like.
"Then you know Andre ***** me!" She almost cried out.
"Yeah, I did, Bitch, an' I ain't done yet!" Andre yelled back from the bedroom.
"Yah, I do. He's the one who paid me to show him here." Benny added. "I seen you for years, and couldn't pass up the deal. Money and a crack at your pussy. So far, I've gotten the better end of the deal. You one fine woman."
Before Tessa could respond, he drove his lips to hers, and attacked her mouth again, his tongue starting in on her gums, muting the beginnings of a cry in protest. As before, he licked inside her cheeks, around her gums, wide circles that pulled her lips widely apart, making her muffled voice a worthless series of meaningless mewing and moaning sounds. Her tongue flopped around lazily inside her teeth, until confronted by him, his tongue now again digging under hers, and encircling hers, until he had wrestled her mouth into submission. With that, he had also dominated her, her body demonstrating her yielding by letting her arms fall above her head, and keeping her legs apart, as his shaft still staying softly within her.
While Andre had subdued her with might, Charles had controlled her with his lust, and Duane had consumed her with passion, Benny dominated her with his will. She would do as he asked, and that included having sex with the rest of them. It was in that moment she fully stopped resisting any of them, and became the lover to all of them.
Then there was a noise in the kitchen. "Tessa? Are you here?"
Two would-be paramours, Ofi and Andre, are in the off-ground, though at least one has plans in play, for Tessa, and possibly for Dan as well...
To remind the readers, the Author has been writing this series of stories at the request of a friend. The descriptions and behaviors, as well as incidents and developments are all written with the goal of satisfying those requests of the friend.
The Author hopes that the audience enjoys this series to the fullest...
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"I don't remember..." Tessa replied. The latest query had been nothing but a re-hash of the last several.
"How did you get there? Who else was present? Why were you there? Are you and the deceased lovers? Did you fight?"
The list of questions the female police officer asked. The wording was different, and the order of them varied, but they all boiled down to the same thing.
"Tell us what happened?" They wanted to know. She couldn't, because she didn't.
"I want to go home now, please." Tessa started to insist. "I haven't done anything. It's like I told you... The last thing I remember was putting some chicken and rice on the stove. The next thing I know, I'm here, and I'm feeling really groggy. I want to know where my clothes are, and why you are yelling at me?"
Tessa, for her own part, had been pushing her own line of questions, and was beginning to sob in frustration. These were questions to which the police either could not, or would not answer, including being able to call her husband. That was beginning to really irk her. Proper wife or not, she was beginning to lose her temper, and she snapped at them, finally.
"Either let me call my husband, or get out!"
A police detective, however, did not appreciate her circumstance, or her attitude, and barked back.
"Lady, you are luck you are not in jail right now, so tell us what you know!"
"I already told you! I don't remember! I don't know anything!" Tessa replied sharply, and she began to cry now. Why would they listen to her?
The last exchange caught not only the doctor's attention, but the nurse's as well. Coming from the nurses' station, she barged in and in a hushed, but very direct tone, asked the police a question in general.
"Is my patient under arrest?"
"No." the policewoman replied.
"Then get out." The nurse instructed. "You will not badger my patient anymore. Or show me a warrant that allows you to hold her. Until then, she is my responsibility, not yours, and you no longer have the right to speak to her in my ER. She is under my care, and she is not leaving right now."
The nurse's sharp tone left no room for discussion. They were the police, but this was the emergency room, and this was her domain. She carried a multitude of the tools of her trade, including a stethoscope, and knew how to use them all, even better than some physicians. Yet even doctors tread lightly around angry nurses. Tessa's nurse was growing mighty upset, indeed, as Mama Bear Nurse had come out to play.
"She will not be able to answer any more of your questions right now, she needs a vitamin shot." The nurse tersely concluded, as she injected some vitamins into Tessa's vein. For Tessa, almost immediately, the lights went out, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her body went limp.
"What was that you just gave her?" The detective asked with his serious, even upset tone.
"I told you. A vitamin injection. The fact she went to sleep means she was badly in need of it, and probably fluids. Go home, or where ever it is you go when you aren't bothering my patients."
As the detective and officers left, the nurse walked back to the nurses' station and discarded the needle in a Sharps container. "What vitamin did you give her?" The doctor who was observing the whole scenario asked. He had been content to let the nurse do the fighting for him. The last thing he wanted was more hassles with insurance, lawyers, or the police. "I didn't prescribe anything."
The nurse gave a very Cheshire-cat's smile. "Vitamin H, for Haldol. Now sign here." And she held out the medical chart, for the doctor to sign off on the drug, which gave Tessa some peace for the next few hours.
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Dan, for his part, was still in his hotel room, fuming. His wife had some very serious explaining to do. Her cell phone went unanswered, and the home phone was just gave some out of service notification. Had she left the phone off the hook? Turned her cell phone off? If she didn't want to be disturbed, it could only be for one reason. She was cheating on him, and it had to be with that black guy, her boss. In his mind's eye, he could envision her, right this very moment, nude on their satin sheets, her slender, trim, buxom form sliding along the slippery bedding, as she was lewdly kissing her black lover.
Her tongue was intertwined with his, as his thick lips left a gap to display their mutual lust and Tessa's wantonness, the sharing of saliva easily observed. Her soft voice mewing as his long, thin, dark fingers cupped each breast fully, his palms rubbing her nipples as he squeezed her melons, making her nipples grow to their full hardness, her long blonde hair trailing to the pillows, pooling there as her head swiveled in their deep French kiss.
Ofi's fingers were digging into Tessa's skin, the near-coal black skin contrasting against his wife's soft, gently tanned flesh, his groping making sure to mark her breasts in multiple points about and along her breasts. The kiss breaking and that flat-nosed African face burrowing into her neck, a long, series of kisses hitting her erogenous areas, making her legs softly splay widely for him, as his thick lips latched onto her below her ear, and then suckled hard as he bit her.
Tessa felt it, the sting of his hickey beginning, as his suction broke her fragile blood vessels, a deep, dark oval purple bruise forming, one that would take over a week to heal, if not more. Tessa's own hands were gently caressing and feeling her black lover, long nails gently trailing along the back of his neck, allowing her to feel his muscles and sinews below his oily shimmering skin. Their communication was not words, but a far more primal level, her blue eyes fluttering open as she looked into his dark ones, her soul bared to him as she gave him that sift, sexy smile she had used to give only Daniel. Yet Ofi now had it, her smile, as he had her body.
But the smile turned into a look of shock and her voice emitted a loud wail, while her back arched, her slickness having been poked open, and violated, as she felt her lover's cock slide into her. She took him whole, and as he buried himself inside her to the hilt, resting on top of her to let her tightness stretch to accommodate his long shaft, she gave him that smile again, and parted her lips to kiss him. His tongue, however, didn't kiss her, but attacked her lips, and inside her mouth, sweeping a wide circle, along her gums, and her teeth, while she simply whimpered. Her hands, which had been on her lover's body, fell aside, limply, as she felt it. It was his power, his strength, and his will, in short his domination of her. Impaled as she was, and her mouth now held prisoner by his exploring tongue, she, in that moment, became his.
She let her long lashes flutter closed, as her red-painted lips surrendered, her soft whimpers turning to purrs, and then moaning. She could feel her will wilting away. She was being subjugated, and she was losing her identity as Dan's wife, but becoming Ofi's woman. She was beginning to fall in love.
Then his thrusting began. His pulled back his hips, and then slowly pushed them forward, his pace would ever increase, yet his depths would not change. Fully, long, and firm, his pubic bone would bash her clit, making her voice utter a soft cry, as she felt a pang of pleasure for each invasion of her vaginal walls. Her lips would gape open, and her breathing grew heavier, and harder, until she was panting, each breath accompanied by a soft cry.
Ofi's thrusts were hard, now, as was his intense gaze. "Tonight you get my baby, my wife." He would command her, and she could only reply through her breaths.
"Yes... yes... Cum in me, Ofi, cum in me... Give me your black child, my husband!" and she then shuddered, wailing as she was lost in the shattering throes of a climax, her writhing body finally being flooded with Ofi's semen when he bellowed out his own release, his mighty male warrior visibly pumping his virile seed into her fertile garden, inseminating her, and giving her newly released egg a battle for life.
Falling back, she broke into a wide grin, and Tessa then reached her arms up to around Ofi's neck, and she spoke happily to him. "I love you, Ofi."
"I love you too, Tess..." Ofi spoke, using Dan's shortened name for the lover in his clutches. Then Tessa gasped.
"I felt it... that... that ping?" She said, unsure of what to call it. "My Love..." she resumed, using her pet name for Daniel, only saying it to Ofi. "I'm pregnant with your child!" Then she lifted her head up to kiss her new man, a long, loving, deep kiss, as they became a couple.
The last shook Dan from his reverie, and he looked about. He was still in his hotel room, alone, the illumination of the laptop screen's glow as the only source of light in the room. The thought infuriated him, his emotions growing heated. The black hands were on his wife, his woman, and those were his nipples he was playing with. Those were her lips he was kissing, and it was his tongue that should be swapping spit with his wife, not some interloping asshole. But the image would not go away.
It was then Daniel noticed something. He had a full-hardness erection. Looking at the clock, he realized he had enough time to take a shower, and get the day started, perhaps using the hot water to help relief his newfound tension. He uttered a curse in frustration. He wouldn't be home until that evening.
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Tessa had made it home, courtesy of a taxi voucher from the hospital. It had been hours since she was rescued, and the only evidence left of her night was the police tape securing Roberto's front door, warning visitors it was a crime scene and not to cross, and her own front door, which was boarded shut. Thick plywood had been nailed to the frame, and there was no way to open it.
Wearing only a set of green hospital scrubs, the remainder of her personal effects were held in a plastic hospital bag. The content was exactly one short pink satin robe, without a sash. Roberto's robe had been discarded. She looked about as she made her way up the driveway, her car still present and locked, only seeing a paperboy throwing his newspapers several houses down, and heading away from her. It was around 3 o'clock in the morning, and yet she wasn't even the least bit tired, because the Haldol-induced nap had given her a deep sleep, and refreshment. Realizing she couldn't get into her house, she sighed and uttered a soft "Shit!" and made her way to the back. She couldn't remember if she had locked the back sliding doors to the kitchen or her bedroom, so hopefully she could get in that way?
The neighborhood was dead quiet, and dark as night would be. Making it to her backyard, she saw her bedroom sliding door, it, too, was boarded shut. "Shit..."
Then she moved farther over, and found a pair of big plywood panels, one nailed to the sliding door frame, and another lying against it. Her shoulders slumped in frustration. "Really?" she exclaimed in despair. She had to quickly glance around, for her outburst had been loud, and she was fearful of waking the neighbors. To do so would be impolite, and that wasn't what proper wives did!
Making her way, exploring, a little further, she was relieved to find that her back kitchen slider was actually open! She could get home! She broke into a smile of relief as she stepped through the open door. Then she frowned as her bare feet felt some debris on the floor. Looking back, she inspected the doorway. The door was actually locked closed, but the glass was gone!
It explained what she was stepping on, the small, tiny shards of safety glass, though not as many as she would have expected. The firemen must've cleaned up a little, she thought. Then the scent of smoke and burned wood hit her nostrils, and she blanched.
"Evidently they could have cleaned a bit more."
She muttered aloud. Crossing the kitchen gingerly, in case there was something dangerous on the floor, she reached the light switch and flicked it on. The room was still bathed in darkness. Flicking the switch on and off didn't help. Then she looked at the clock, and realized it was dark, too. "Dammit!" She spoke with more frustration. There was no electricity, probably turned off by the fire department.
Dark adjusted, her eyes now let her see hints of her kitchen. The stove had obviously been the source of the fire, and her microwave oven and cupboards were destroyed, as were some cabinets and kitchen tools, like the toaster. Some favored wall-décor was also incinerated, along with some photos, and the ceiling had some holes and scorch marks. She couldn't tell how bad it really was until daylight, but all she could do was shake her head, and start to leak a few tears. Daniel was going to just kill her! Then she gasped. Her cell phone!
Reaching into the cabinet across the kitchen, she drew out a small emergency flashlight. The batteries were low, if not near-dead, but it gave her enough illumination to see, and she started across the kitchen to search the house for her phone. It was a common problem she had, of setting it down, and forgetting where. Many a time, Daniel was bitching at her for losing track of it, as the search was making them late for an engagement. It was aggravating to her, and almost enraging to Daniel.
It wasn't on the dining room table, which had been pushed aside, probably by the firemen, and it wasn't in the living room, either. Checking the den, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, and no phone. Moving next to Dan's home office, she swept the room carefully with the flashlight, and there it was, on the far side, and it suddenly popped into her head why it was there. Having come home, she went to drop the mail on Dan's desk, and set her phone down as she thumbed through it. Picking it up, she held the flashlight and with her well-versed thumb, swept the phone to life. Nothing happened.
Pushing the side button, she tried to manually turn it on. She started pushing all the buttons in frustration, but again, nothing happened. The phone was dead, the battery already low when she got home, and then Dan's nearly incessant calling draining the battery as the phone's vibration setting wore it down to death.
"SHIT!" She exclaimed loudly! Inside her house, she had little to fear about excess noise, and she dropped her phone back on her husband's desk.
The flashlight then fell to the ground, the bulb winking out in the concussion with the ground and enveloping the room back total in darkness. It fell as Tessa was grabbed from behind, a firm hand clamped over her lips before she could scream. A dark, menacing voice spoke to her ear, as another hand reached around her waist, hefting her up into the air slightly.
"Remember me, Mrs. Lang?" A bad chill ran down her spine, as Andre held her tightly, pulling her backwards.
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Daniel had set himself down in a meeting, the one meeting that mattered. He was clearly exhausted, and yet seated across a conference table from two men, who were an unlikely pair. Both men were of different races from Daniel, and each other, and the heavy accents and cultural differences were making his day difficult. Just saying the usual business pleasantries took a seemingly forever to Daniel. Finally ready for business, he opened his folio and started by apologizing.
"Gentlemen, I do so apologize for what misunderstandings went on during our last meeting. I am thankful that you allowed me this time to meet, and hopefully clear up the issues, so we can move on for the better of both our companies..." the tone was cordial, and very polite. Daniel knew his proverbial ass was on the line. The problem was, he didn't have a chance. Both of the other men had a different idea in mind, a rather buxom young associate of Dan's, who had made an initial contact after Dan's last failed meeting. Her sweet smile, soft perfume, and revealing business attire had certainly captured their attention, and it was her work that had gotten Dan's foot back in the door. He just didn't know they were about to slam it shut and break his ankle.
"I think we wish a new representative." The man from India said. He was dashing, in a dark, mysterious way a woman would find attractive, and had no real dispute with Dan, other than his lack of creativity at times, but if Dan could be replaced by a very attractive blonde, then he was going to do his best to make that happen.
The news was deafening to Daniel, for he knew their words were crushing his career as they spoke them. "But why? What have I done?" Dan asked.
"Nothing." The Indian man's partner said. His own accent was a thick Mandarin, with the difficult to comprehend lack of certain consonants that Dan and other English speakers took for granted. "That is your problem. You do not inspire us to succeed, while the young lady does. She is our new choice."
The Indian man shared a side-glance, nod and smile with his Mandarin counterpart. This wasn't about business, it was about sex, and neither of them wanted to have sex with Dan. The very young woman, however, would do nicely. Petite, with a set of C-cup breasts, and a trim figure, she was a beauty, indeed, with a smile only the finest dentist could provide. She came from old money, actually, and her parents knew the Indian man from past business dealings. So a deal had been struck. Get the woman into Dan's job, get her the experience she needed for her career, and then she would be off to her next venture. The father's business would gain extra profits from the increased sales, and the men would get eye-candy and perhaps more business as well. Whether either man would bed the woman was their problem. Dan, however, was simply a throw-away, and would be discarded. Who cared about a dedicated man when they could have a smoking hot woman to deal with, and hopefully inseminate?
Dan sat back in shock. Reverse sexism? How ludicrous! Dan had years of experience, and an excellent track record, at least until these powerful clients had changed their views. Dan was screwed, and he knew it, so he simply and politely made his excuses and departed, his voice furious as he telephoned his supervisor with the news. Dan knew he had to strike first, to save his career.
The conversation was short, but not overly so. He gave his report, and his suspicions, and was given simple directions. Go home, and report to the office on Monday at 10:00 AM, where his future would be announced. So Dan did just that, and worked his phone and travel arrangements, to get an earlier flight home. Then he went to the airport to wait for his 5 hour flight. He would be home mid-afternoon, local time.
Dan called home to try and reach his wife. The phone company automated message rang with three loud tones, and announced that the number was not in service. The service had been cut by the fire department the night before, along with the electricity. He tried Tessa's cell phone again, but it went directly to a message. "The mailbox is full, and cannot receive any new messages." Followed by a sharp disconnect. It was his fault; of course, Dan had called his wife near-constantly, perhaps fifteen times, leaving messages of various duration and tones. These, coupled with the normal messages she had in her account, had locked him out until he got home. Dan was left to stew in agony. No wife, no office, no nothing. Dan felt like an island in the middle of an airport terminal flooded with people.
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"Fuckin' finally!" This bitch took forever to come home."
Tessa heard a new voice exclaim. Her eyes flashed about her wildly as she was being pulled backwards into the ****** room, her arms flailing as she tried to step backwards fast enough to keep from falling, not that Andre` would let her.
"I get her first!" Andre exclaimed. I
t was then Tessa realized that she could feel him against her, the thin cotton hospital scrubs only protecting her from visual assault. He continued to drag her backwards, and into her bedroom. As he did so, Tessa could see that there were a few others in the house with him. By the looks, they looked like the crew Andre hung with. She had some disciplinary issues with two of them, finally getting one transferred, and the other expelled. She hadn't seen either of them since then, but they had to both be young adults, now. Then there was an older man, his body still in shadows, but his voice was deeper, and more reasoned.
"Don't hurt her." The older voice intoned. "We got all the time in the world. Just get some rope so we can tie her ass down. It'll be easier that way."
Despite her struggles, Tessa was doomed. Other hands grabbed at her, and before she hit her bedroom, she was naked below the waist, her scrubs pulls from her legs as she was pulled backwards, while her hands finally had the presence of mind to grab Andre's arm, using her nails to dig into his coal-black flesh. She also tried to bite his hand, by opening her mouth and chomping down, only to have a clear miss, when he cupped his hand.
Andre did howl when he felt her long nails digging into his arm, leaving very deep scratches. He yanked his arm from around her waist, but on the fore-stroke swung at her head as he changed his grip to her hair, his open hand slapping her hard. The first blow was enough to get her attention, as her long auburn hair flew out with the swivel of her head, but a vicious backhand did her in. Tessa went from fighting, to stunned, to heavily dazed.
As she was loopy, Andre`s friend, Charles, gripped at her top, roughly pulling up and off her last shred of clothing from her, until she was nude before the men, each man's eyes feasting on her voluptuous, yet trim body.
She was in her full, natural glory, as her full round breasts, firm and high on her chest, with her grape-sized nipples standing proudly from the teasing the scrubs top had been giving them, down to her trimmed vulva, a narrow line of fully auburn hair curled to her pearl, a directional arrow as to where a man should direct himself were all on display for their lecherous feast. Her long, silky hair was held in Andre's grip, and as the last man, a cousin of Andre's, came into the bedroom, holding a number of different bungee cords in his hands.
"Couldn't find no rope." Duane explained.
The satin sheets were pulled back, once the men realized what they had here. They hadn't had some of the finer things in life, perhaps, but they knew how to enjoy them. All hands went to work on Tessa, and it took mere seconds for her ankles to be tied to the brass bedposts of her bed, and her wrists bound together over her head. She was a sexy woman, who was about to get the fucking of her life, and a sexy bed to do it on. None of them had ever had such refinement, or even thought about it much. To a man, a woman on her back was what they all dreamed of.
Tessa was coming around, her hands bound together above her head, and her legs splayed lewdly apart, knees high. She struggled, as she cried out. "Get out of my house! Andre! You will not get away with this! Leave me alone! Release me!"
"Bitch, I owe you..."
Andre grumbled as he stripped nude, revealing his young body, and his sizeable cock. His fingers began to stroke his man-meat to life, while the other men began to do the same, until all four were naked, watching with erotic intent as Andre climbed between her legs.
"Besides, I'll be quick. Gonna' skip the foreplay!" He laughed as his buddies all joined in, a few hoots and cackled laughs accompanying the threat. He then lowered himself onto her body, and let her take his weight, as he began to dry hump her, just for the sheer torture of it, making sure the underside of his dark meat was sliding along her slit, making her feel him as her body began to prepare itself, despite Tessa's anguish.
Tessa could see next to nothing, being the early morning hours, and no electricity in the house. The neighbors would be asleep and no open windows or doors between them, and the main source of natural light, her sliding glass door had been boarded shut. With lips trembling open, Tessa felt the thick rod hardening against her petals as Andre dry-humped her, getting a good camel-toe slide as she began to lubricate.
"Please... Andre, I'm begging you. Please don't. Go away, and I'll never speak of this!" She pleaded desperately.
Andre was resting on his elbows as his hips rocked his body up and down, his grin evil and lascivious. Tessa, for her part, was pulling at the thick bungee cords, the elastic allowing her just a hint of stretch, before her strength gave out, and pulled her limbs apart again. She wriggled her hips to try and deny him, shifting and twisting in a vain effort to deny Andre his lust. She was doing everything she could think of to dismount him from her body, but her efforts only teased the man more, like a captured prey that was defiant to the last, but was still about to be defeated.
"Fuck that, Bitch, and fuck you while yer at it." He snarled. "Yer old man got this comin' to him. He shows his ass up, an' he goan' get a beatdown."
Andre punctuated his words by pulling back his hips, and then reaching between the two of them. Sliding the head of his cock along her folds, he let his glans do the work of opening her, until he could engage his shaft with her hole, and then he settled down onto her, back on his elbows, while Tessa arched her back, subconsciously jutting her chest towards her illicit lover. Andre's manhood slid into the woman, slowly, a drawn out torture to Tessa's body, as she felt him invade her, until he was fully inside, and his pubic bone was meshed with her pubis. Buried in her, for the second time, he groaned as her silky hole conformed to his resting cock, but he rest was only a moment. He had some serious fucking to do.
Tessa, for her part, gasped loudly. Andre wasn't a giant among men, but he did her husband shame in the size department, and only Ofi had been larger. Actually, Ofi was longer, and by a long way, but the man on top of her did quite right by himself, and now, Tessa's channel. Once seated inside her, he began to thrust, without a delay. No time to stretch to his size, or even get comfortable. This was all for his pleasure, and he didn't give a care whether she got off or not.
Andre started to glare into Tessa's eyes, as she found her own blue eyes looking back, lips softly parted as he mated with her. Soon her lubrication was liberally soothing his thrusts, and she couldn't deny the soft mews that occasionally escaped her lips. Andre's hands shifted to her hair, and he pulled her head back, diving his head to her neck, and finding nearly the exact same spot he had marked her with before. Biting her tender skin, he sucked hard as he thrust vigorously, the action at once painful and yet pleasing. Tessa felt like a kitten being devoured by a lion. That consummation, the utter defeat of her resistance was also having an effect on her psyche.
As a prim and proper wife, Tessa had known to be demure, even coy when necessary, and subservient to her husband in her domestic capacities. In truth, she loved the 1950's lifestyle she saw on television, and wanted to emulate that as best she could for her husband. Be his wife, be his woman, be his lover, keep his house clean, and raise his children. It was a submissiveness she was attracted to, as it fit her personality. Men were men, and women were not, nor should they try to be. That was how Tessa thought. That feminists thought otherwise was their concern, not hers. Tessa wanted to enjoy that domestic lifestyle life with her Daniel. But as she was being so sexually consumed, it started to bring out the submissive side of her. In a way, it fed her way of thinking. Had her lover been Daniel, had he been more attentive, and more dynamic with her, things would have been perfect. But now? She was on her marital bed, being ***** by a black thug who was one of her soon-to-be ex-students, and she was beginning to relish it. Not that she was with a student, for she vastly would have preferred her husband, but that she was being dominated sexually by a stronger man.
Her voice began to utter soft moans, and her body was now ripe for the picking. The others around her were gazing intently, and getting themselves ready for the ultimate fuck-fest, the hot teacher who was above everybody's reach. Dark fingers began to reach for dark cocks as they watched, their dark-adapted eyes better able to see what they needed to, and their ears hearing what they wanted to.
For his part, Andre was thrusting at an ever-faster pace, going from smooth to jarring, to a frenzied pace, until he grunted loudly, and slammed his shaft as deep as he could, his sperm shooting from his body, and against her slick cervix. She had felt pleasure, yes, but not joy, though she was well and truly ready for the next man to take her.
"Hurry up, bitch! My turn!" Charles demanded.
Charles took the ring-leader's place, and began to slide his own cock inside her. He didn't relish sloppy seconds as much, but hey, it was a teacher, and he was being suspended on Monday for fighting. He had been fighting with Duane, oddly enough. But none of that mattered now, for he didn't care if he went back, not after this night. Not after getting to stick his wick in the slickness of the best-looking teacher on campus. Not after shooting his load in her. He hoped she climaxed on his cock, as that would make it all perfect, but that was in the future. Like Andre, Charles lay atop the bound and distraught woman, her lips trembling as she was fighting a physical, psychological and emotional battle.
Tessa continued to stretch at the cords, but had the same result, only she was beginning to tire. She shifted and swayed, and rotated her hips, only to have Charles take a swipe at her cheek with his hand. Only partially able to connect, he was still able to get her attention, and he lay atop her, much as Andre had, though his lowered his face to hers, and his hands to her bouncing breasts. His fingers began to squeeze the ripe, full melons, sampling them as if buying a fruit, then squeezing harder, once he had her measure. He used a hard pressure, which made her grunt, right into Charles's mouth.
He took the liberty of kissing Tessa's parted lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth, and spinning his tongue around hers, as he slid his shaft inside her, her voice moaning into his mouth, while she did, eventually, kiss him back. He began to mate with her, as she was succumbing, her physical exhaustion becoming evident, yet as he was fresh, so were his thrusts. Long, heavy strokes fed his cock into her, the girth wider than any man in her life, yet he was shorter. He fell out once, and then twice, to which the others jeered.
"You gotta' new name, nigga! We callin' you Stubby!"
There was general cackling in the room, from everyone else save Charles and Tessa. They only made the sounds of pleasure, and Tessa's voice began to moan more frequently. Andre had flopped down on a chair, his limp shaft dribbling some post-emission cum onto the carpet and the chair between his thighs, and he laughed along with the others.
"Like that, Mrs. Lang? Fucking Stubby from now on? Shit, we gonna' have to give you a new name, too!"
Various names started being thrown, from all of the males save Charles, who was too busy getting his cock milked from Tessa. Names like Slut, Cunt, Whore were flown about, all with the 'Missus' designation before it. The room actually grew more silent as the various names were thrown out, some more creative than others, all the while Charles was screwing Tessa for all her body was worth.
Tessa was mortified. She was feeling it, the cock inside her, and she was loath to admit the fact she was experiencing sexual joy. She tried to fight it, imagining other things, like her husband, her time in the hospital, even the torment Ofi had been putting her through. The damage to her marriage, her career, but every so often, a particular thrust would hit her mark, and she would mew, or moan. It was crushing her, but she couldn't deny the way of nature, and the rising tide of raw sexual tension these cocks were building inside her. She was struggling her best to deny them something they wanted. Her orgasm.
Her voice started to grow higher, and tighter, with every thrust of Charles' black mamba in her, as his own pace picked up, until he couldn't hold back anymore. Despite Tessa's not having a sexual release, Charles certainly did, and he ejaculated much like Andre, deep, hard, and fully. Laying atop her, he simply caressed her face as he looked into her eyes, which were half-lidded.
Tessa was falling apart, internally. Her mind was abuzz with the myriad sensations of raw sexual tension building inside her, and the fact that her orgasm hadn't occurred yet was relieving. All she could do was endure their cocks, and hope that they wouldn't give her a climax. Not having one so far, and yet being dominated in this harsh manner was driving her emotionally crazy. It had never been done to her before.
Duane took his turn, and Tessa tried a last-ditch effort to deny him. She flexed her abdomen, and lifted her hips off the bedding, so that he couldn't lay upon her. But Duane had more worldly experience, and knew what to do. He simply flexed his own abs as he was between her legs, and cradled her hips with his thighs. This kept her knees wider apart, and her folds at his crotch, in essence making it easier to have her body. She lifted her head, to try and see, but there was nothing to be had in the darkness. A black man, in the shadows of a dark room was pretty much invisible. If she could have seen, however, she would have been fearful to notice the end of Duane's turgid cock. He was not only already dribbling pre-cum, but also displaying an enormous set of testicles.
Duane was also patient, and when Tessa's strength gave out, his was just beginning. Her hips fell to his thighs, and he began to insert himself into her, making her feel his length and girth. He, too, was respectable, but what did her damage was he had much more experience. Duane was the ladies' man of the bunch, and dashingly handsome. So much so that he had been with almost every cheerleader in school, and a couple from the cross-town rival. He had been on the football team as a cornerback, and was strong, smart, and long-lasting. Tessa would be and terrified at the things he was about to do to her, if she knew.
Like the two before her, Duane was able to slide in relatively easily, given her bound stance, and passion-induced slickness. But while Andre and Charles had simple thrust in and out, a simple, hard-core fuck as it were, Duane slid in, a longer, slower stroke, and his touch was not as brutal. Poised on his haunches, almost, he could use his hands more freely, and rove Tessa's fine curves. He spent time on her breasts, using his thumb and forefinger on her nipples, rotating and then pulling on them, stretching her soft skin, until she winced, her voice letting out a whine every time he pulled. There was a side-effect, to go with the whine. Her vagina began to bear down involuntarily. Duane had discovered an involuntary pleasure-pain response in Tessa's body. When she got a little pain, she gave a lot of pleasure!
Duane also was sliding his pelvis against that swollen nub at her vulva, making her clit shoot bolts of pleasure at her brain, her voice growing to a mixture of moaning, mewing, whining cries of pleasure, pain, and even joy. She was nearly lost now, to her rapists, the gang not even all inside her yet, and her pussy tingled, screaming at the rising tide of sexual want inside her. The dam was near the brim, and it would not take much more. Tessa began to try and fight him, by flexing her Kegel muscles; the pelvic muscles bearing down on Duane's thrusting manhood in an effort to somehow stop his release, and prevent her getting his black seed. It was nature at work, and but Tessa lost control. At Duane's sexual touch, she went from being a victim of gang-**** to a screaming-orgasmic female.
"Please... Please... Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Tessa was chanting at him, while his cock worked in her. "Give me your cum!"
That made the rest of the males hoot, and the name was thus borne. She would forever be known as Mrs. Cumbucket! They teased her with it, and started out calling her a whore, a slut and asking her questions about school using her new name.
"We have a test on Monday, Mrs. Cumbucket?" they jeered.
"Oh, I have to grade your homework, Mrs. Cumbucket!"
I'm gonna give you detention, Mrs. Cumbucket! Fuck you on your desk, Mrs. Cumbucket!" They taunted and jeered her.
For Tessa, it was the end of her resistance. She had no will, no strength and no passion to fight it. Duane's lovemaking, there could be no other word for it, her own body's senses, and now the auditory stimulation. It was too much for her to bear, and the prim and proper wife became the reluctant lover to the black men with her.
She stopped fighting it, and gave in, and as Duane finally reached his crescendo, she had hers, and she flexed her legs, and her arms, gaining just a hint of stretch of her limps, before the powerful cords pulled her back, as Duane's heavy, laden sac emptied into her. He came in her so much that the seal between his cock and her labia leaked just a little, his cum, and the mix of the other two men's starting to dribble from her cavity, and to her butthole.
As Duane pulled out of her, he rested on his heels, and took his hand to his cock, and then stroked it, squeezing the last remnants of his ejaculate and letting it drip into her softly gaping vagina.
"One more for the road..." he grinned, and then did a high-five to one of the men that smacked a loud echo off the walls.
Duane dismounted her, leaving her chest heaving and her body sweaty from the passion and exertion. Her long lashed eyelids fluttered closed, as she purred softly in the post-orgasmic plateau, her ears ringing softly as a red flushness rose to her chest. Her limbs were held fast, but she no longer cared. She had finally been tamed, after what seemed like an eternity of fucking, but had been closer to forty-five minutes of constant male insertion into her body. Yet there was still one man to go.
He said little, his deep voice rumbling, and he was obviously more senior to the rest of the young men. He took his time, slowly climbing onto the bed, while his dark skin made him similarly invisible. His movements were a bit jerky, and lacked the fine-motor skilled finesse of the others, too. He had been spending the time watching the others, and as he started to slide his way up her finger-bruised and sweaty body, Tessa began to feel his weight. There wasn't as much of it. Then her nose wrinkled.
His scent was heavy in body-odor and stink, while his breath was disgusting. Almost making her wretch, Tessa tried to shake her head and body. She was trying to deny this man who smelled like refuse, and very poor hygiene, yet he simply let the heavy cords do his work for him. Her soft voice cried out again, her resistance refueled, but while Duane, Charles and Andre had used their hands all over her to grope, maul, and squeeze her into place, and even submission, this man was more patient. He let her begin to tire herself out. It took her a few minutes, during which he was content to just let his tired, wrinkled skin lay on top of her, enjoying the feel and writhing of a softer, pretty-smelling, nubile white wife. When she was nearly done and gasping for air, exhausted arms no longer trying to pull down, when her ankles had given up their resistance to the bungees, he laid his face to hers, and shoved his tongue into her gaping mouth, deeply.
The taste was almost enough to make her wretch, and his spittle was heavy as his mouth had the run of hers. His tongue snaked along the insides of her lips, and along her gums, while his thick lips mashed to hers softly. She tried to complain, but her words were muffled, and when he was done licking the inside of her lips, he started deeper into her mouth, his long tongue snaking under hers, and lifting it, and then writhing around it, making every taste bud sample him, as he sampled her. His saliva had drifted into her mouth so heavily that she was forced to swallow, a mix of her own as well, but it was mostly his.
Nostrils flaring, she was struggling to breathe and not smell him, while his thin fingers groped her breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them as he pulled. It hurt her, and she squealed into his mouth, but the cry only spurred him on more. She started to cry again, as her mind was reeling. Her expectations were not what she was experiencing, and for the first time since Andre actually ***** her in the park, she felt a real danger. Carlos had been a known for her. He was lecherous and lewd, but known. Andre had been rough, brutal, and insistent, but like Carlos, she knew him. Charles and Duane were connected to Andre, so they were a known entity, of sorts. But this man who set upon her now? She had no idea.
The man had been humping at her, his dark prick targeting her gateway, lacking any sort of skill or patience. His paunch had actually made things difficult, and her hips were rolled down to try and stop him, until she was so tired she couldn't fight anymore. His hand guided himself below and he shoved his throbbing, curved cock inside her. His lips never left hers, and she groaned loudly, the curve of his head massaging her sweet spot with every jerking thrust. The joyful sensations were beyond her ability to control, and as he pumped into her, the tired muscles in her legs found new energy, kicking out as her body was teased again, mercilessly.
She squealed into his mouth with every thrust, her tongue wrestled into submission, and she just took him now, her nose now inhaling his stench, the taste now having overwhelmed her tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed, and as the homeless old man fucked her, the others began to chant lewd and humiliating things.
"Cumbucket's a slut for dirty cock!" Charles sneered.
Andre simply laughed at her. "Yeah, Mrs. Cumbucket, time you got what 's comin' to ya'!"
Duane, of them all, actually showed some reserve, mainly because for the moment, he was sated.
"She gonna' have to clean up after this. I ain't doing no sloppy fourths!" and they all laughed.
Tessa was humiliated, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the feelings the old man was giving her, and she was soon squirming, her looser, silky wet channel making the homeless man feel the best sex he had enjoyed in years. So much so that while he was tonguing her lips again, he started to jerk, and then spasmodically thrust inside her, while Tessa was still rising the crescent of her growing need. His cock erupted, thick, heavy spurts that sort of dribbled more than shot inside her. The hot, sticky, black man's baby-batter still virile as it slid down her valley, to help seed her probably fertile garden. It was just more competition for her egg to be penetrated by.
The man laid his body against her now, loose and limp, while his cock softened, until it slipped from her, his smile nearly invisible to her, yet she was glad to have her mouth back. She could feel his eyes boring into hers, and she looked back, the two of them having an invisible, wordless conversation. The meaning, to Tessa, was clear. Her night was far from over, and their relationship had just begun. The realization of it was the final straw, and Tessa finally went limp, lost and now utterly defeated. Her ankles hurt, her shoulders and wrists were sore, and though the mattress was certainly comfortable, the tension of being spread so tightly was taking a toll.
"Alright, get off the bitch... My turn again!" Andre demanded, and the old man dismounted her, letting the sinister and energetic youth have another turn at her. In fact, they all did, twice more. But by now, Tessa's reactions were different. She was getting more sex than she had in a year, if not a decade, all compressed into one long night, and as it would happen, far into the next day. She was no longer fighting it, or trying to deny the men or the sensations they gave her. She would begin to respond in fashion, her hips rocking up and down to meet the varied thrusts, mewing as the cocks were sliding in and out of her. She had more orgasms now, as well. She only squealed and fought when the men wanted to kiss her, and she tried to shake that off, not that she succeeded. Every one of them had sampled her mouth, some more lewdly than others.
But one man kissed her with impunity. The old man. Whether it was his technique, or his heart, or something else, she didn't know, but when he kissed her, she eagerly kissed him back. His scent and taste were no longer revolting, as his sweat and hers, along with the others had all been mixed together into one over-powering smell of sex.
The sun came and partially lit the room, allowing each of them to full see the other, with the dark eyes laying a feast on Tessa's bruised and marked body. She had red marks and bruises on her breasts, dark oval hickeys on her neck, and smaller ones on each breast in multiple places. The old man had even placed one high on her inner thigh, right after he came inside her. She found him to be the best lover, with Duane a close second in the skills of passionate love. Andre and Charles were just fucking machines. They gave no thought to her pleasure at all. In, out... in, out... in, out. A rush of thrusts until they spilled their genetic material inside her.
By now, Tessa was able to positively identify three of her tormentors. The old man was still a mystery to her, yet she did not ask his name. When they tired, they rested, and when they thirsted they drank water from the kitchen. They even raided the pantry for food. Not much could be found, without having to be cooked, of course, as there was no electricity. The refrigerator was also invaded, and what could be eaten was, as well as *****. Then they found the liquor cabinet.
By now it was well after noon, and they had all enjoyed Tessa within an inch of her life, it seemed. The old man saw to her needs for food and drink, feeding her as she was still left trussed on the bed. During a break in the action, the men started talking. Some of it about Tesa, and some about other girls. Charles even hinted at bringing more friends over. It was the old man who saved her from that, with some common sense. People blabbed, and for now, they had all the pussy they wanted. Who wanted to throw that away?
That thought had made Tessa start to grow nervous. She, too, had been thinking about her situation. Her husband had to be coming home tonight, she was sure. and she was beginning to have to use the restroom.
"Please. Let me up, I need to go to the bathroom." She said between the heavy breaths as she started to come down from the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream. It wasn't a request so much as a demand. "I'm already a mess, and it is going to get worse for all of us, if you don't let me. Please?"
Her tone wasn't her teacher-voice, but more of a statement of simple facts that she knew, and no one could deny. It said she was at once serious, and authoritative, and yet not commanding. It was also an admission. She knew that they weren't through with her. The fact that the dirty man was still laying on top of her, his face resting on her shoulder as she spoke told her that. Plus the others were still naked, and lounging, and enjoying her sexual torment.
The room was silent for several long, awkward seconds, and then Andre spoke up, asserting himself again as the leader of their little party. "Alright. But no tryin' anything. We can catch you befo' you get to the door."
With that, Charles started to release her, taking the opportunity to grope her more, as the homeless man rolled off of her, choosing to recover on a part of the bed, while Tessa was released from the cords. Whimpering as she was finally able to move, she sat up painfully, and slid across the bed to the side, leaving a smear of leaking semen along the satin sheets. Every step she took let more of the combined male-mixture leak from her petals, smearing against her thighs, and trailing down her legs. Starting to close the door, Charles reached in and shoved it back open, exposing Tessa as she went to relieve herself.
"You can't hide nuttin' from us. We seen you all, and no tricks." His voice spoke in a hard tone.
Tessa sat down on the toilet, her ears greeted with the sound of some small dollops of ejaculate plopping into the water, followed by her own trickle of fluid. She flexed her core muscles and tried to squeeze out more ejaculate, her ears rewarded with the sound of a few more splashes. Reaching out of muscle-memory, she drew the necessary products to clean herself. After flushing, she then rose stiffly, and went to the sink, to wash her hands, and then use one of her decorative hand towels to clean away as much semen as she could from on and inside her.
The men broke into the idle banter and talk of well-sated lovers, who were sitting or lying about her bedroom, one of whom was actually laying in the same spot her husband would. That was Andre.
As she moved to her task, there was a certain resignation in her motion. She was naked, alone, and in captivity with four men, all of whom had been intensely sexual with her, against her will. Her wrists hurt, and her ankles were sore, not to mention her skin, her breasts, and her vagina was starting to send messages of soreness as well. Her emotions were just a mess as well. She had come to loathe most of them, save the older man, and the possibility of Duane. The last not because of any attachment, other than he had some serious sexual skills.
"Bitch you done in there?" Andre called out.
"Not yet..." Tessa replied. "I need to take a shower. Believe me, you want me to." She replied as she reached into the shower to open the flow of hot water and get clean.
"Hurry the fuck up, Cumbucket! My dick's getting' hard again!"
The rest of the room broke into laughter as Andre degraded her in front of them, and his implied threat made Tessa groan. Her ordeal was far from over.
A hot shower did do wonders for her, easing the aches and strains just a bit, not to mention give her a clean feeling again. Andre even allowed her to towel-dry her hair. As he felt she had dried herself enough, he simply grabbed her back up by the waist and heaved her to the bed, where she was tied down again, helpless as the men continued to fuck her, and fill her body with their ejaculations.
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"Where is Mrs. Lang?" Ofi asked his secretary.
The secretary blanched. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ofi. Had you not heard? She called in this morning on the call-off line. She was just leaving the hospital, but she would be fine in a couple of days."
Ofi paused as he heard the words. His mind started ruminating, as his lean, wiry frame was attentive to the woman's words. It was perhaps an ancestral gift, but he could listen, and look around, without having any outward appearance of movement. Even though well-dressed in a grey suit, white shirt, and red tie, he looked almost predatory as he listened, his dark skin seemingly able to hide his features, save his flat face, wide nose and thin cheeks. His tribal markings, given to him at the age of maturity, were nearly perfectly aligned, that in certain dark lighting, would give his oily skin an eerie, almost evil countenance.
"Very well..." His deep, accented voice rumbled, if she does not contact us by end of today, I shall try and reach her, keep me informed, please."
He then strode to his office. He had a suspicion, and he needed to check the high school's attendance records.
"Yes, Ofi, right away." His secretary called to his retreating back. She shook her head. The man had an irritating way about him when he left like that.
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By now it was well-past midday, and Tessa could make out everyone, but she still had no idea who the older man was, other than in the most intimate sense, of course. That part she knew exquisitely. She was in the middle of her third shower and cleansing when she felt him enter, though she did not realize it was him, until she felt her hand being dragged to his cock. It had an odd curve. Most men were either up, down, or straight. But this man had a hook to him that made the bulbous end tip almost straight up. She had no way of knowing about how he went about his daily living with it, but when he first stuck his cock in her, the way his head massaged her sweetness with every thrust had made her climax within the first minute or two, and then she began to orgasm regularly with him. So much so that when he took his turn with her, she no longer tried to resist him, but tried to part her legs a little more. She was submitting to his cock. So much so that when he joined her in the shower, she willingly shared space with him, and then took his kiss fully into her mouth. She had stopped noticing his stench, and his rude taste, after the second time he had her, and he was the only one to use his tongue to dominate her in the way he had.
Her fingers began to gently stroke him to hardness, and then she lifted a leg to help him inside her, using her free hand to splay her petals, as hot water sprayed them both. It reminded her of having sex in a Summer rain, which Daniel and she had done early in their marriage. It had been natural, even primal, and she found herself filled with passion and love for the man she had married. That it had been unplanned, and therefore un-protected, gave her some nervous times afterwards, until her period had begun, but the actual carnal moment had stayed with her forever. Just as this moment would when the black man started to thrust, pushing his hooked cock ever deeper inside her, until they were fully unioned.
His touches were now softer, warmer caresses, while the others were harsh, unrefined, and even rude. They fucked her savagely, while she began to simply make love with this man. She had started to call him Hook in her mind, for lack of a better name. Her voice started to echo softly off the shower tiles, each breath deeper and harder than the last, as their tempo built. Her hands touched him, feeling his sunken chest, his ribs easily defined, the dark skin seemingly thin, and allowing her to feel nearly every muscle in him as he moved. Her fingers groped his butt, to spur him harder into her, as her chin tucked over his shoulder, the water blast spritzing all over her, making her eyes close as he pushed her harder against the wall, her back cold against the tile.
Firm breasts smashed between them, her milky pillows being felt by his hands, as he leaned into her, the rapid thrusts growing harder, before they became erratic. His voice growled, and his teeth bit into her shoulder, as he spasmed in his final thrusts, not bothering to tell the woman he was mating that he was cumming, just giving her more of his essence.
Tessa, for her part, had a minor convulsion, not faked, but not the mind-blasting pulverizing of her reproductive system. Her voice squealed, and ended with a cry, to the applause of the others in her bedroom. Her hearing didn't register the catcalls, or the demands for Cumbucket to get her ass in gear. She was lost in the moment, matching his gaze, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. After the sixth time he was inside her, she found she not only had stopped resisting him, she began to enjoy him, willingly. She began to fall infatuated with a homeless man.
"What's your name?" She softly asked, as he had finished inside her again. She needed pillow-talk of some sort, and the others weren't the ones to speak with.
"Folks call me Benny, mostly." He replied in kind. He had started to caress her body as well, sharing a body language, while his cock softened, still leaking out his jism. "I seen you before."
Tessa, for her part, was almost nonplussed. She was still so mentally dislodged from the events of the week that she had not really processed anything. Daniel, whom she hadn't really thought about at all since Andre grabbed her, or Carlos, her most recent tormentor, whose body now rested in state at the morgue. Ofi, too, had not been on her mind.
"What do you mean, when you say you have seen me?" She asked. Ever proper, she would speak in the best manners she could muster, even with a strange man's dick deep inside her.
"I live in the park, under the creek bridge." He replied, looking at her to test her reaction.
"I saw you with the young boy, an' watched his ass-whoopin'." He smiled at that. "Most excitin' thing I seen in ages, I tell you."
Tessa gasped, and her hand went to her lips, like a prim and proper wife's shocked reaction would be like.
"Then you know Andre ***** me!" She almost cried out.
"Yeah, I did, Bitch, an' I ain't done yet!" Andre yelled back from the bedroom.
"Yah, I do. He's the one who paid me to show him here." Benny added. "I seen you for years, and couldn't pass up the deal. Money and a crack at your pussy. So far, I've gotten the better end of the deal. You one fine woman."
Before Tessa could respond, he drove his lips to hers, and attacked her mouth again, his tongue starting in on her gums, muting the beginnings of a cry in protest. As before, he licked inside her cheeks, around her gums, wide circles that pulled her lips widely apart, making her muffled voice a worthless series of meaningless mewing and moaning sounds. Her tongue flopped around lazily inside her teeth, until confronted by him, his tongue now again digging under hers, and encircling hers, until he had wrestled her mouth into submission. With that, he had also dominated her, her body demonstrating her yielding by letting her arms fall above her head, and keeping her legs apart, as his shaft still staying softly within her.
While Andre had subdued her with might, Charles had controlled her with his lust, and Duane had consumed her with passion, Benny dominated her with his will. She would do as he asked, and that included having sex with the rest of them. It was in that moment she fully stopped resisting any of them, and became the lover to all of them.
Then there was a noise in the kitchen. "Tessa? Are you here?"
