Synopsis

Karen offered to help cook and clean and perform wifely duties in lieu of rent but Ted felt she would then be prostituting herself and treated her like a daughter until...

# Wifely Duties

by obohobo

## Warnings

Please take note!

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF

If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2011

<Hi Ted,

Can I stay with you now and while I’m at the Uni? Money very tight – will explain later – willing to help cook and clean and perform wifely duties in lieu of rent. No change of heart from parents.

Luv, Karen>

Ted stared at the words on the screen and noted the message had been sent several hours previously while he worked as a technician at the local college. “How the hell do I answer that?” he muttered, “Of course she can stay but she must be pretty desperate to offer to ‘perform wifely duties’ by which I presume means she is willing to have sex with me. Put that way, in effect I’d be paying for sex and she’d be prostituting herself. No way will I agree to that but at least now I don’t have to worry about her being underage.”

<Hi Karen,

You are more than welcome to stay here and I will appreciate some help with the cooking and cleaning – especially the latter – but you will have your own room and bed and not have to share mine, I’m sure you don’t really want to do that. Would you like me to drive over in the van and pick you and your stuff up?

Ted>

While he ate his microwaved dinner, Ted contemplated the changes having a young woman, a teenager, in his home would make to his lifestyle. “Fortunately the spare room is reasonably clear because Pete stayed in it a month ago when we had a diptera collecting weekend but the wardrobe and chest of drawers need clearing of mother’s clothing. Charity shop stuff mostly. I’ll need to dust and vacuum the room and tidy this kitchen a bit too but she knows what to expect and it hasn’t changed much since she came last, when was it, eighteen months ago?”

Sitting in an armchair with a mug of tea in his hand, Ted’s thoughts went back to their first meeting on an April evening a little over five years previously, remembering opening the door to a shy thirteen year old girl in the uniform of the local school, holding a small box and looking nervously at him. “Go on, ask him,” the girl’s mother standing a pace behind her daughter, prompted.

“Please Sir, I have to do... the school gave us... a project for the term... on wildlife. I chose insects but have only two books on them and I cannot find any of these insects that I collected in them and I wondered... My friend Jessie lives near here and her mother said you are into bugs... she said you might help me. Will you. Please?”

“Those wide-open brown eyes when she looked up at me at the end of the disjointed and rushed sentence went straight to my heart and knew I couldn’t refuse. “Come in and let’s look at what you have under the microscope,” I invited and led them into my ‘laboratory’, which I’d converted from the room that originally served as the third bedroom, and after introductions, carefully opened the box under the stereomicroscope. Her enthusiasm and delight at seeing the clear, much enlarged images of the creatures she’d only seen with a cheap magnifying glass, so impressed me that I decided there and then, to do all I could to help her. Her mother though, recoiled slightly when Karen picked up one of the dead black beetles and turned it over to see the underside. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll wait downstairs,” she apologised.”

While Karen excitedly examined the insects she’d brought and some from his collection, and quickly overcoming her initial shyness asked a hundred questions, Ted examined the small, skinny, as yet undeveloped girl in navy blue clothing with the Upton High School badge emblazoned on the chest of her sweater, and wondered how long she’d keep her enthusiasm for insects. He knew many children at her age went through passionate phases and fads that lasted weeks or months before their interest changed. “Will she be like that?” Ted wondered, “But even if it only lasts until the end of her project, I’ll do what I can to help. From her questions, she’s pretty intelligent so it might be well worth my time cultivating her interest.”

During the intervening years, Karen put on a growth spurt until at 5ft 8 inches, she stood almost at Ted’s height but slim with it and her small breasts, her short black hair and intentionally not wearing revealing clothing, she didn’t attract boys. In that way she hadn’t changed. At thirteen she didn’t have many friends and for a couple of years Ted was the nearest to a friend she had and she visited him most weekends to collect and study insects, a study that didn’t end when she handed in her project. At first her mother stayed with her as chaperone but after a few weeks she dropped her off on the way to the supermarket, checked on her on the way back and collected her later. All that changed when her father obtained a better job with a bank in a town a hundred miles away and Ted only saw her a few times afterwards although they kept in email communication.

“I know she had a crush on me and I forced myself to keep our relationship on a platonic level because I didn’t want to court trouble by having sex with a minor,” Ted mused, “I’m sure that disappointed her and maybe my reply to her email, will do so too.”

“Damn, damn, damn. Dan the man,” Karen swore at the screen, “Am I not attractive enough for him? Are my tiny, little girl tits, too small? Am I too young? Hell, he’s only thirty-seven and I’m almost nineteen and most girls of my age have long since lost their virginity. Not me. Does he just want a housekeeper that will clean and cook and not give any pleasure in return?” Her logical mind knew this wasn’t the case but until she calmed down and thought about it analytically, her irrational mind held sway. Fortunately before she could reply her mother called her down for dinner and she knew she had to hide her feelings from her parents if she didn’t want to promote yet another argument as to which university course she should take.

<Hi Ted,

Thanks, having the van will save me a lot of hassle. Saturday morning about 10 would be great. Dad’s at a bankers meeting all day and mother is working this weekend. Need to get away without them knowing. You know why.”

Luv Karen>

Ted did indeed know but hoped the situation would be resolved without a family break up and when he’d offered Karen a room, if she needed it, he expected it wouldn’t be until the university course started in mid September, three months away. In a way he blamed himself. His early efforts at helping with the school project had fostered a love of insects to the extent she intended to take a four year course on insect conservation and habitat management but her parents wished her to attend Southampton university and take a course in business studies which they believed would give her a better chance of getting a good job afterwards. Had she taken the business course, they would have paid the course fees and helped with living expenses, now they withheld all funding. “They’re trying to blackmail me,” Karen told him in an earlier email but up to a few days previously she had high hopes of changing their minds.

*****

“I’m going to a party tonight with Ben Meers and a few others after work tonight so I’ll be a bit late in.” The announcement surprised Ted. They’d been together for a month and he’d been able to get her a temporary job at the college in the catering department and for her to venture out at night to a party with a boy, seemed totally out of character. He knew the boy slightly and didn’t hold him in high regard but Karen had her life to lead and he couldn’t stop her going.

Ted sat at home and tried to work on his fly collection but his mind worried over Karen, almost as though she were his daughter. He’d supported her when her parents stormed to see her on the Sunday after she arrived and demanded she return and accused him of enticement and malpractice but at eighteen, Karen could make her own decisions and declared she would do the course she wanted without their help. Her father’s attitude softened a little towards the end but her mother adamantly refused to allow him to help her financially.

“If she’s at a party it may be one or two in the morning before she gets home, I’d better get to bed, it’s nearly midnight now and I don’t want her to know I’ve sat up for her,” Ted muttered as he made his way upstairs. He didn’t sleep.

4 a.m. the phone rang. “Mr. Edward Matthews?” Ted confirmed his name. “This is Nurse Carrington at the A&E department at Upton General Hospital. We have a Miss Karen Hillier here and the doctors say she can return home which I understand is with you.” Again Ted confirmed it and asked why she was at the hospital and what her injuries were. “As you are not a relative, I cannot say over the phone but they are not life threatening.”

“Sorry Ted, sorry,” Karen apologised when Ted saw the bruising on her face, “I shouldn’t have gone...” She squealed when Ted gave her a hug. “I’ve cracked ribs and a bruised chest too. I’ll tell you later.” A policewoman stepped in and asked Karen if she knew me and then wanted to confirm that we lived in the same house where she could contact us later.

“I guess you were attacked?”

Karen nodded, tears again streaming down her face.

“Ben?”

Another nod, yes.

“The police know?”

“He’s in custody. Please can I tell you in the morning, it hurts to talk now.”

Her face looked worse when they woke after a few hours sleep. Ted’s erection rested against Karen’s naked thigh and not for the first time since they’d gone to bed together, he wondered how it had happened with such bewildering swiftness. “Please help me undress, it hurts to move my arms,” Karen pleaded and she didn’t allow him to stop until she stood before him completely nude and he could see the extent of the bruising on her arms and chest. “Let me sleep with you tonight, I need a little comforting.” Somewhat against his better judgement, he agreed, knowing this would make or break their relationship or, at the very least, would change it. “Well get undressed then, you’re not sleeping with all those clothes on and you’ve stared at me for long enough.”

*****

“What time is it?” Karen blinked her eyes.

“9.22.”

“We’d better get up and shower, you’ll have to wash me because my arms are still sore and stiff.”

“You’re trying to seduce me, you little minx.”

“That too like I’ve tried since I was fifteen, but for the time being I just need someone to care for me and take away the memories of last night.”

“You going to tell me about it?”

Ding-dong, ding-dong. Hurriedly throwing on a pair of trousers and a shirt, Ted answered the door to find the policewoman waiting. “Sorry,” she apologised, “I’m Jennifer Mattison and I wondered if Miss Hillier is ready to make a statement while it is still fresh in her mind. If it is not convenient I’ll come back another day, I’ve just finished at the station and thought I’d call on my way home.”

“It should be fine, I’ll tell her you’re here. Sorry we’re not dressed, as you can guess we didn’t get much sleep last night but I want to find out what happened too.”

“Oh my God, your face looks worse this morning than it did last night, the bruise has started to come out and it looks really painful. Would you mind if I photograph it to go with your statement?” Jennifer asked.

“Her body is even worse.” Somewhat to Karen’s embarrassment, Jennifer photographed those bruises as well.

“Would you like to tell us what happened, from the beginning please?”

“Some of the girls in catering suggested we ought to go for a drink after work on Friday and Ben Meers suggested a pub he knew on the edge of the park and by the river. Two of the girls knew the place and they agreed. Six girls and four boys turned up and because I didn’t have transport, Ben Meers offered to take me. I tended to drink mainly non-alcoholic drinks because I rarely have alcohol and get woozy quickly, Ben though, drank heavily and I wondered about him driving me home. Several times he tried to kiss me and mostly I fended him off but he’s a big lad and when he put his arms around me, I couldn’t push him away. I did manage to slip to the loo sometime late in the evening and when I came back to the table Ben had provided a fresh round of drinks. I picked mine up and saw Adele, one of the girls in our party, shake her head and indicated that I shouldn’t drink it and when I worked my way to her side she whispered that Ben had put something in it. I surmised he’d added a date-rape drug.”

“You didn’t drink it?” Jennifer interjected, “There weren’t any traces of drugs in your blood and not a very high level of alcohol.”

“No, I pretended to and said it needed more lemonade in it and went inside to the bar and asked the barman if he would put it in another bottle and give me another drink that looked the same. When I told him why, he stoppered the bottle and wound tape around it and signed the join of the tape. I hid the bottle in my purse and gave it to the policeman who came.”

“I’m not sure we can use it in evidence but that will be for the legal people to decide. Carry on please, Karen.”

“As I said, his drunken state concerned me and I hoped to get a lift back with one of the others but most had already left. Ben also seemed concerned and said, “I need to take a walk to clear my head,” but before I could protest he grabbed my arm and dragged me along first by the wrist and then with his arm around my waist. I protested but there weren’t too many others outside and he took me into a wooded area and started to push my trousers down. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a virgin and now I’m going to whether you like it or not,” he hissed and slurred the words but they were clear enough. I pushed and punched but he only laughed and punched my stomach and then hit me anywhere he could. I remember a flash going off and Adele’s voice before I passed out. The next thing I knew other men were dragging Ben off and soon after the police and ambulance arrived.”

“From what Adele said, when she came back from a loo visit and found you gone and Ben not there she went in search of you and heard your yelling. Seeing she didn’t stand any chance of stopping him she took a couple of pictures on her phone and ran for help. We think the flashes stopped him and made him think about what he’d done but when the others arrived he started hitting you again.”

“Will they put him away?” Ted asked.

“Probably, but who knows. Much depends on the judge.”

Later, when they finally had a shower and made lunch, Ted asked, “One thing, I don’t understand, why did you decide to go in the first place? You never go out to a pub, you haven’t while you’ve been here and you never mentioned going out in any of your emails.”

“It’s your fault Edward Matthews, you wouldn’t let me get close to you, close enough to perform the wifely duties I so wanted, so I thought to make you a little jealous by going out with a boy. It didn’t work out the way I expected but it will when we go to bed tonight. I’m certainly not sleeping in my room in case I have a nightmare and need you to look after me. Why did you reject my offer when I asked to come here?”

After trying to explain about the prostitute thing and assuring her of her attractiveness to him, he held her gently and they kissed long and lovingly.

In bed that night, Karen forced herself to bear a little pain as they made love for the first time, the first of many.

Finis.