Our story so far:
Tessa's ordeal finally came to an end, when Ofi arrived to check on her, only to walk-in on the goings on, and witnessing Tessa's defilement by the three black youths. Rescuing her, Ofi whisked her away to an unknown location. A place unknown to Daniel, at least, yet he knew that she was with the black man who started her fall from a prim and proper wife's lifestyle.
It now became Daniel's ordeal to try and recover, and save their marriage... if he could.
Author's Note: If you are offended by the subject matter, just move on. I am not interested in your mindless sniveling...
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She hadn't said anything to her husband, as he sat there, looking like a very beaten and pathetic man. Daniel was beaten, certainly, both physically and professionally. His career in tatters, he had arrived home to find his wife in the arms of other men, albeit unwillingly, at least until Duane had her screaming in the throes of ecstasy. Being forced to watch his wife being raped by the black men had aroused him in a perverse way, and he had managed to climax all over himself, despite the savage beating he had taken from Andre, with a little help from Charles. Face swollen, battered and bleeding, Daniel could only watch through blurry tears as his wife was subjugated and forced to orgasm repeatedly by these miscreants and hoodlums. Yet when Ofi came in and rescued them, or more accurately, Tessa, as Daniel was released from the cords holding him, he broke down and was sobbing in Ofi's arms, of all people. Daniel had, indeed, been broken.
Ofi, for his part, took immediate action. Propping Daniel up in his seat, the tall, thin African went to Tessa, and again wrapped his arms gently around her, cradling her softly, and cooing in his deep, resonant voice soft words. Caressing her hair, and holding her warmly, in her nude state, showed her that Ofi valued her as a person, and not a sex toy. She was naked, exposed, and vulnerable. Ofi could have taken advantage of her with little, or even no resistance. But he didn't. He simply held her, and let her feel loved by a man. The man just wasn't her husband.
Tessa, for her part, nestled in to Ofi's strong, dominating presence, and just let him feel her, and hold her, and take in that beginning of care. There was certainly a vibe between them, she was sure, now. Her own eyes closing, she was leaking tears again, small rivulets of moisture falling down her cheeks, as Ofi rocked her slowly, caressed her, and gave her warmth, and a feeling of safety.
Ofi had to struggle mightily to resist his own body's arousal, having the woman of his dreams in his arms, nude and so very ripe for the plucking, yet she was not in a state she should be touched in. This was a critical time for he and Tessa, certainly, and he knew it. Play his cards right, and the woman he wanted to be his wife would fall into his arms. Screw this up, and he still might give her a child, in time, but it would be a lustful time, rather than the long relationship he wished of her.
After several long minutes of the room echoing in sobs and tears, both masculine and feminine, Ofi felt it right to ease Tessa to the mattress, and then searched the closet for a travel bag and some clothing for Tessa. He knew he could not leave her here. Daniel, being a man, would have to fend for himself. That was the way it worked among real men.
She pitied her husband for his vain attempt to be the leader in their marriage. She pitied him for the inability to protect her from harm. She pitied him for his utter lack of manliness through these last couple of weeks. Most of all, she pitied him for the lack of sexual prowess she now knew he possessed. Daniel had been her everything, her world, from sex, to his providing for them, to being head of their household. But that wasn't what and who she saw, now. She saw herself in the arms of a more dominant, more protective, and more virile man. His color made no difference. It was the man inside, and in that moment, she came to realize just what she had been missing.
Daniel had never really protected her, at least not before the fact. He had simply bossed her around, getting what he wanted, simply because she had been made to understand that is what wives did. But in her limited life-experience, she hadn't known the difference between being commanded and being led. Daniel, she realized, was a commander. All he did was give orders, tell her what was expected, and then be angry if she couldn't meet that expectation. He, in a way, made her feel like less of a woman. He never worked to build her up, to really support her and help her reach her fullest potential, as a woman, and as a wife. She realized that the 1950's ideal she had been living was a sham. It was holding her back from what life could really be like. As Daniel sobbed, as Ofi simply held her and caressed her softly, loving on her as if he automatically knew what she needed, her view of life changed. The notion of always being the prim, and the proper, that a wife was secondary to her husband. The man would always protect the woman. That she was undeserving of more than what she was given. All of those notions, and even beliefs, were changing.
"Where are you going?" Daniel asked with a blurting, whiney sound. "You have to help me here!"
As Ofi was helping Tessa to her feet, and even into a loose-fitting blouse and simple skirt, she said nothing. As Ofi helped her feet into a pair of heels he had selected, she said nothing. Looking about the room, she tottered her way to the bathroom and grabbed her makeup and toiletries, but still said nothing.
"Tessa, you have to stay with me!" Daniel whined. "You're my wife!"
"Let's go..." she simply said, her eyes upturned to Ofi.
As she was led out of the bedroom, she still said nothing.
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Tessa was in a bit of a stupor, now that the pressure was off. Walking out the front door to the pleas and tears of her husband, Tessa seemed in a state of shock, and simply went where gestured. Ever demure and proper, she entered Ofi's richly-appointed automobile gracefully, seating in first, and then securing her knees to each other as she curled her legs and folded herself into the passenger seat, not offering any effort at modesty as the skirt slid up her thighs, showing a lot of leg. At that moment, she didn't care. Her mind was reeling over what had happened, and shocked at her husband.
She was very quiet on the way to the final destination, which was Ofi's home, a two bedroom condo. Ofi, for his part, did nothing to push her or place any pressure on Tessa. He simply drove her, and escorted her to his home. The trip over had been made in silence. Ever the gentleman to her, he kept is voice calm, level, and reasoned, his accent still evident as he helped her with the basics. For the moment his home was her home, if she liked. He would take her where ever she wanted to go, even back home, but she was safe there, and could remain as long as she wanted.
Ofi even offered her medical assistance again, which she declined, almost sharply.
"I've been raped!" she barked out, and then she softened her tone. A prim and proper wife did not shout at her host, especially if he was rescuing her. "Can I take a nap?" Tessa asked a first acknowledgement of her condition.
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When Tessa awoke, she wasn't home. In fact, she wasn't sure where she was, though it was nicely appointed, warm, and safe. Taking a moment to just come to full wakefulness, she let her eyes roam freely. The décor lacked a woman's touch, that was certain, and there was a nearly dead plant on a dresser. But she was warm, under the covers, and in a bed. Tentatively reaching out, she also realized she was alone. Stretching her limbs, she looked about and realized it was dark outside, for the light of a lamp shone from outside. The rest of where ever she was seemed dark, still, and dormant. Then her eyes saw a clock on the nightstand. It read 4:17 AM.
She stretched, groaning as she did so, and then yawned, and blinked hard to clear the last of the cobwebs. Feeling her body, she realized she was also wearing something strange. It felt like cotton, and swam in it. It was a man's nightshirt, maybe? She was also filled with an urge for the powder room.
