Our story thus far:
Tessa has been captured in her own home! After the fatal conclusion of the saga with her neighbor, Roberto, with his death of natural causes after attempting to rape her, Tessa had returned home after a trip to the hospital, to find her fire-damaged home dark, and with no electricity. Finding a way into her boarded up home, she was ambushed by some of her students, High School Seniors who were out for revenge, from the beating their ringleader, Andre, took when he forced himself upon Tessa in a public park late one evening. Tied down and gang-raped by the three boys and a mysterious older man, she had been their sex-object for over eighteen hours.
Meanwhile, her husband Daniel had been on a poorly-timed and ill-executed business trip that has placed his job and even his career in jeopardy. Recalled to the office, he had been in a foul mood, unable to contact his wife for the past 24 hours, due to the events with Roberto, Andre, and crew. Reaching home late afternoon, he has called out to his wife, as he breached the only way into their home, a broken out back sliding glass door.
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"Tessa?" Daniel called out, as his eyes took in the surroundings. "What the fuck happened here?" He muttered aloud. In the daylight, he could see the results of the kitchen fire. Tessa was a normally fastidious cleaner, and her kitchen looked like a bomb went off in it. Broken glass on the ground, scorched and charred walls, decorations either burned up or strewn about, even the kitchen drawers having been pawed through. As he stepped inside, leaving his briefcase and suitcase outside, he continued into the semi- darkness, the window coverings drawn shut, and the various glass doors boarded-over.
He could suddenly head some shuffling, and movement coming from down the hall.
At the first sound, Charles and Duane immediately sprang into action, grabbing a freshly showered and cleaned up Tessa and covering her lips with a hand, and then roughly manhandling her back into bed. Now well-practiced with the bungee cords holding her, the white wife was tied with her legs wide open and wrists bound together over her head in just a few short seconds, while she still squirmed. The hand over her mouth was replaced by a pair of men's jockey-shorts shoved into her lips, muffling her.
Andre, for his part, simply crept silently into an ambush position. Though all the men were naked, they were more than ready for Daniel.
Benny, for his part, decided he would sit this one out. Standing quietly over Tessa, he did his part to ensure her silence, but nothing more. Older and in poor physical shape due to his homelessness, he was in no condition to try and battle with younger, healthier men. Fucking Daniel's wife was just fine for him, certainly, but that was the limit of his endurance, despite his dominant personality.
Restrained as she was, she still was able to make some noises, the bed creaking, her muffled voice crying out. This drew Daniel's attention towards their bedroom, which was the opposite of what she wanted. Having been sexually used and abused for so long, she was more than willing to submit to their lust, if it would keep her husband safe. Any proper wife who loved her husband would do the same thing!
The bedroom door left open only a crack, Daniel tentatively pushed it open, and what he saw astounded him! His beautiful wife was tied down, spread on their bed, the satin sheets sheening what little light there was from the seams of the boarded up sliding glass door. She was violently shaking on the bed, as he belatedly realized there was a naked black man kneeling on the bed over her, his hand on her mouth. It took him perhaps a full second to process what he was seeing, but he never saw the fist that would obscure his vision right after.
Andre's fist unloaded with a fury, and hit Dan squarely across the mouth and nose, instantly dazing him, while flashes of blinding pain scorched his mind, his lips starting to swell, and his nose beginning to bleed. Andre then dragged him in further, and gave Dan an uppercut to the abdomen, bending the husband over, and knocking the wind from him. Defenseless for the moment, he was then dragged to the chair in the corner, the same one Andre had been leering at Tessa while the other men fucked her, as his cock leaked post-emission dribble, and then began to rise again from the live-action porn movie he had been watching, all day.
Charles was only too happy to use some of the extra bungee cords and tie Daniel to the chair, his wrists to the chair's arms, and his ankles to the legs.
"Teeesssaaaa?" Daniel mumbled. That is when the beating began.
Andre began to exact his real revenge on Daniel now, intending to inflict the same beating he had taken from Daniel the last time they had met. Hard fists pummeled Daniel in the face and stomach, as he was tied there, helpless to do anything to take it.
"I ain't sing' up fer this." Benny spoke plainly. "This is plain wrong."
He started digging through the pile of clothing, until he found his own, smelly, worn-out attire. Shuffling his way out, he stopped and made his way back to Tessa, amongs the sounds of Daniel and Andre's grunts and cries of pain. Lowering his head, he whispered to her ear.
"Remember me. I was the fair one." Was all he said, as he took away his boxer shorts from her lips.
Closing the bedroom door behind him, he shuffled out in his gait, leaving the couple to their fate, his body cleaner and better fed than he arrived, and very well-sated. Truth was he just couldn't keep up with the virility of the boys, as he called them, and he needed to rest. Making his way from the house, he looked about cautiously. When he felt it safe, he stepped out, only to see Dan's travel-cases. Turning, with a heavy grunt, he lifted them and placed them just inside the kitchen.
"Don't want these stolen..." he muttered, even as the sounds of the one-sided fight emanated from the house, softly.
The last thing he heard from inside was Tessa's soft voice crying out, "Noooo!"
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Inside the house was a far different scene. Tessa had been long-defeated, resigned to her fate, the many hours of continuous sex having all but destroyed her resistance, to the point where she found herself willingly having sex with one or two of the men. It had seemed like ages since she had last been a woman she would recognize. Prim, proper, and pure. Her hopes had bolted to the sky when Daniel announced his presence, only to find herself fighting again as she was tied down, her cries bringing her husband storming in. Not to her rescue, like she had hoped, but to his defeat. He was now sitting in a chair, arms and ankles secured to the chair by more of those same bungee cords. His eyes were dark and puffy, and his lip swollen, with a thin trickle of blood coming from both corners of his mouth. His nose was also battered, and possibly broken, a gush of blood splattering the front of his shirt and face.
Hearing the sounds of Daniel's grunts and anguished cries, she started to sob.
"Please... no... don't hurt him! I'll do whatever you want!" she was reduced to begging.
