The Seventh Commandment Pt. 02

Matthew forces her pants and underwear down past her knees, giving access to her groin. Still gripping Tessa's wrists in his left hand, he uses his right hand to unbutton his trousers and then pulls them, and his boxer shorts, down to mid-thigh, exposing his rigid penis. For the first time since the start of their physical relationship, Tessa is disgusted by the sight of Matthew's arousal.

I can't believe he's getting off on this. This is so wrong...

"Open wide, my whore."

With one strong thrust, Matthew enters Tessa to the hilt. Without even the slightest trace of lubrication, the friction of his entry burns. It feels as if he has ripped off the upper layer of her vagina. She cries out in pain at the excruciating sensation. Tessa can tell by Matthew's ragged breathing that her dryness and pain excites him greatly. Mercilessly, Matthew starts thrusting ever deeper and ever harder into Tessa's unprepared pussy. The burning friction increases, as well as the pain of Matthew's pounding into her cervix. He's always been too long for her but usually he takes great care not to thrust too deeply. Today he takes no such care. With each thrust, another pained cry rips from Tessa's dry throat. This, too, excites Matthew. He starts driving in to her more quickly. Despite the atrocity of her circumstances, Tessa recognises the tell-tale signs of Matthew's impending climax. A small relief spreads through her body; it's almost over.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Lost in her misery, it takes Tessa a moment to realise that the voice wasn't in her head but had come from someone real, outside in the real world that is not her small universe of suffering. A few moments later she also realises that not only is the voice real, it belongs to James.

Jem! Oh God, Jem!

A strange cocktail of relief and shame floods her body; she hates that he's seeing this, seeing her being demeaned like this, but at the same time she hopes that he can save her from this torture. She means to cry out, to beg him to help her, but her parched throat makes no sound. He seems to understand her silent pleas, though, because before even Matthew can react, James has him in his grip and flings him bodily off of Tessa. In any other situation, Tessa might have found the sight of Matthew flying through the air with his exposed dick flapping around rather comical. Now, however, all she can feel is relief that she is at last free to move. Still in a deep state of shock, Tessa tries to draw her underpants and sweatpants back up her body, but her hands don't seem to be working right, though, because she doesn't get anywhere with her efforts. James notices her fumbling and immediately rushes to her and kneels next to her.

"Tessie." His voice is ragged and broken. It's almost as if she can hear his heart tearing to pieces. Strangely the urge to comfort him blossoms within her. She lifts her hands to his face and gently strokes his cheeks while whispering small words of comfort. He catches her hands and presses his mouth against them, tears rising in his eyes.

"Oh my Tessie, what has he done to you?" With consummate gentleness, James reaches down and eases Tessa's clothes up her body until she is once more properly covered. Just as gently, he lifts her by her shoulders and leans her against the nearby kitchen cupboard. Before he can offer any more comfort, his attention is diverted by Matthew struggling to his feet. James also rises and prepares to beat the living shit out of the bastard.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fucking bastard!" James repeats. His face is twisted with anger and disgust.

"Ha!" Matthew scoffs. "You're one to talk! You fucked my wife, you piece of shit! And now you come into my house and tell me how to treat my wife as if you have any right to do so?!" Matthew's mirthless laugh is hollow. "Fuck off, mate. This bitch deserves everything she got tonight, and more. When I'm done with her, there won't be a man left on the plant who'll want to come near her dirty little cu—"

James roars with anger and hits Matthew square in the jaw with ounce of his strength before Matthew could finish saying the word. Matthew staggers into the wall, clutching his jaw. He spits blood onto the floor.

"You're going to regret that, you son of a bitch."

Matthew lunges low towards James, trying to tackle him, but James steps to one side and knees Matthew in the face as he passes. There's a very satisfying crunch sound then Matthew bellows in pain as he clutches his broken, bleeding nose. Belatedly, Matthew remembers that James has always been the better fighter. Normally this is a good thing since James has always been on Matthew's side - a really good guy to have in a fight. Today, however, Matthew is on the receiving end of James's skill, and he knows he's going to suffer for it.

With a vague notion of getting away from James, Matthew turns towards the hallway and tries to make a run for it. Before he takes even two steps, James has him by the shoulders again and hurtles him head-first into the kitchen countertop. Matthew sinks to his knees, almost blacking out from the impact. He grips the countertop with trembling hands, but once again he is foiled in his attempt to get away by James's swinging foot connecting painfully with Matthew's side. He rolls to the side, clutching his burning ribs, wondering if James broke anything. He doesn't even try getting up again, in too much pain to do anything but wheeze in short sharp breaths.

Towering above the pitiful heap of man curled on the floor, James wonders how he ever called such a villain friend. Narrowing his eyes, James draws back his foot again, preparing to kick this despicable bastard to death.

"Jem, stop." Her voice is tiny and breathy, but he hears it. "Please Jem, stop. Don't become like him. Please..."

He hesitates for a long moment, desire battling with conscience. Finally he lets his foot fall back to the floor. James returns to Tessa where she's still leaning against the cupboard. He crouches next to her, places his one arm under her knees and the other across her shoulders, then lifts her as he stands up. Too weak to do much else except be carried, Tessa leans her head against James's chest, relieved that it's all over.

"Come, Tessie, we're going home. You're safe now."

He cradles her lovingly in his arms as he steps over the man he once called friend, and approaches the doorway, never to return.