Whipped wife

CHAPTER SEVEN

The three women dressed quickly, then tiptoed up the wooden steps to the closed door above them.

"It's probably locked," Jennie groaned as Diane put her hand on the doorknob.

"I think they're so sure of themselves that it's open!" Diane whispered happily as she turned the knob and pushed the large wooden door forward. "Don't make a sound," the blonde cautioned the other two women as she peeked around the doorframe into the hot, loud boiler room. There wasn't a soul around. Turning her head slightly to the right, Diane signaled Annette and Jennie to follow her.

Moving quickly and silently, the three women threaded their way through the pounding machinery until they finally reached the door that led to the basement hallway.

"Before we go out there," Diane said, reaching over to Annette and dipping her hand in one of the pockets of the trench coat, "here's the phone number and name of the man who knows me. If we get separated, run for it and call him," Diane said, pulling out some paper and a small pen and writing Jack's phone number on it.

"Don't make it sound so final," Jennie said, rubbing her right arm with her left hand to make the goose-bumps go away.

"Come on. I left my car outside in Matt's parking place. It should still be there if they didn't move it," Diane whispered, flattening herself against the wall and moving quietly toward the stairway that led up to the first floor.

The two women followed her obediently, watching her every move as she started up the stairs. Diane thought the pounding of her heart could be heard all over campus as she reached the top of the stairs. They were so close to freedom. Freedom! It was something she'd never actually thought about until it was taken away from her hours ago. Only now did she realize just how precious it was and how much she'd fight to keep it.

"Anybody up there?" Annette whispered nervously.

"No, thank God!" Diane said, sighing with relief as she tiptoed into the main first-floor corridor and headed for the outside door. Annette and Jennie followed closely behind, looking over their shoulders nervously as they moved closer and closer to their goal.

"It's still raining outside," Diane said as she peered through the rain streaks on the glass doors. The scene outside looked utterly desolate. The campus was completely deserted. The dim overhead lights that stood some twenty feet apart on the winding footpath illuminated the sheets of cold rain that splashed to the ground. Leaves and scraps of paper swirled about in the blasting air as the wind howled threateningly around the buildings of the university.

"I don't care. Let's get out of here. I'd walk through a blizzard!" Jennie said, reaching out and pushing Diane forward.

The blonde nodded, then pushed the door open and ran out into the rain. The wind and wetness swirled around all three women as they dashed across the grassy courtyard toward the Fine Arts building.

"Duck!" Diane cried out suddenly, stopping and turning around quickly. She caught the two women with her arms and shoved them into a high clump of bushes that lined the east wall of the Fine Arts building.

"What's wrong with you?" Jennie asked, knocked off-balance by Diane's sudden move and crashing into the bushes.

"It's Matt and the others!" Diane whispered hoarsely, pushing the two women into the bushes as she followed them.

"They'll know we've escaped in a few minutes," Annette whispered as she peered through the branches with Diane and Jennie.

Diane didn't say a word. She watched as Matt, Art, Norm, Chris and three other men ran toward Haines Hall from the Administration building.

"We'll make a break for it as soon as the last one goes in," the blonde said, watching as the seven men ran into the front door of the Physics building. "Now!" Diane said hoarsely, jumping up and pulling Jennie after her.

"Wait for me!" Annette cried out, scrambling to her feet and running after the two women.

Diane moved quickly. She felt her body grow light and fast as she ran past the Fine Arts building to her car. Thank God, it was still there!

"Get in!" Diane cried out, opening the door and sliding in. "Give me the keys, Jennie. They're in the right pocket of the coat."

"They're not here! They must've fallen out back there in the bushes," the girl said in a low, disappointed voice.

"Oh God!" Diane said, holding the steering wheel with both hands and dropping her head forward until her forehead rested on the top portion. "Well, I'll have to go back and look for them," Diane said, dropping her hands and opening the door again. "You two drop down out of sight just in case the men come back. If I'm not back in a few minutes, make a run for it."

"Why don't we go now?" Annette said as Diane slid out of the car.

"We may not have to run down the mile to the gates if I find the keys. It's a long way in the rain. Besides, they might find us between here and there," Diane said, slamming the door shut and starting to run back to the bushes around the corner.

"I'm going too. Sitting here's like being a clay pigeon," Annette said, opening the door and sliding out.

"You're both crazy!" Jennie whispered, ducking down as the young freshman slammed the door shut and ran after Diane.

"What are you doing here?" Diane asked with a little irritation in her voice.

"Here to help. Now where were we?" Annette asked, slipping behind the bushes and dropping to her knees.

"Somewhere around here," Diane said, brushing the rain from her face as she padded the wet ground with both hands.

"I've got 'em," Annette cried out after several minutes of searching. She held them in front of her face triumphantly as Diane smiled and motioned silently for her to follow her back to the car.

Just as the two women were about to make a run for it, they heard shouting voices behind them!

"They've gotten out. Check the car!" Matt cried out loudly.

"Get down!" Diane hissed to Annette.

"They'll find her!" Annette whispered as the two women watched Chris and Art run for the car. "If they don't inspect it, she'll be okay," Diane said, crossing her fingers for luck. But luck wasn't going in Jennie's direction. The two men ran up quietly behind the automobile and cupped their hands onto the passenger window, peering in and seeing the young brunette cowering on the rear floor. Diane and Annette watched with horror as the two men jerked the rear door open and dragged the screaming Jennie out into the rain.

"Okay. Where are the others?" Art asked, shaking her roughly by the shoulders.

"I swear, I don't know. We got separated when you started yelling. I headed for the car, figuring they were going to head there," Jennie stammered.

"Get her back into the hall," Chris said as he took one last look around the grounds.

"Watch out!" Diane cautioned the young girl, pushing her head down as Chris walked right in front of them.

"They're gone!" he said disappointedly, his hands on his hips while he kept scanning the dark, rain-swept quad area of the campus.

"Let's go then. We've got to hurry up. It wasn't easy getting the stuff for the ceremony," Art said, slapping his friend on the shoulder as he dragged Jennie behind him by the wrist.

"They're not going back to Haines," Annette said with curiosity.

"No. It looks like they're off to Clark Hall," Diane said, watching the group disappear.

"That's the Medical building!" Annette said.

"Listen. You can drive, can't you?" Diane asked, handing the keys to the young freshman.

"Yes, but…"

"Drive over to Jack's and tell him what's going on. I'm going to see if I can stop whatever's going to happen," Diane said, pushing the girl out of the bushes.

"But, they might get you too," Annette protested.

"Even if both of us go, it might be too late for her. At least I can stall them until you bring help. Now move!" Diane said.

The girl whimpered, then turned and ran for the car. Diane stayed behind the bushes, waiting until the girl had started the car and backed it out of the parking space. Satisfied that she was on her way, Diane broke her cover and sprinted across the rain-slick quad toward Clark Hall. Her clothes were already soaked through, and her hair was plastered down to her skull as she reached the steps that led to the east entrance to the Medical building. The lights were on in the main presentation room.

Diane had often been there with Matt during their happier married days, watching young doctors presenting their particular cases to their superiors, who sat in a semicircle around them. Now Diane could only wonder what Matt and his friends were using it for.

Quickly running up the steps, Diane opened the door and ducked into the dry, warm foyer. She pressed her ass against the wall as she saw several men strolling down the corridor toward the presentation room.

When they disappeared, Diane moved quietly into the hall, trying to think up some plan to help Jennie. She was almost to the door when she heard footsteps behind her. It was too late to duck.

"Shit! There she is!" Matt cried out as he turned the corner and spotted his wife standing by the partially opened wooden double doors.

"What…?" Diane asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she stared at her husband. He was wearing a long, black robe decorated with red and yellow tongues of fire. Norm and Chris stood next to him dressed in the same kind of robe. None of them moved for several seconds as the shock of seeing each other in that place registered. Finally both Matt and Norm leaped forward and grabbed Diane by the shoulders just as she was about to make a break for it.

"Two for the table. That'll be even better!" Matt said as he kept his face away from Diane's flaying fingernails.

"We might even get the other one," Norm said, laughing as he helped Matt drag the grunting Diane through the double doors into the presentation room.

"Take it easy, gentlemen. We have another participant for the altar," Matt said.

Diane heard the sound of a loud murmur. She stopped struggling and looked around. The room was filled with approximately thirty men, all dressed in black robes embroidered with red and yellow flames. They were standing in the rows of seats that rose steeply in a semicircle from the floor. What was interesting was that every man there held some position of importance on the faculty of the university. There was Dr. Freeman, head of the teaching assistant program for the Psychology Department. There was Dr. Thorsley, assistant to the University Chancellor himself.

"First, I'd like to know where the hell the other one is," Matt said, forcing Diane down into a high-backed wooden chair that was placed next to the long desk that faced the small auditorium.

"She's gone. I don't know," Diane said, noticing that all the men were leering at her curiously. There was some kind of celebration about to begin. Diane had an idea of what it would entail, and prayed God that Annette would bring help soon.

"Not much of an answer, Diane," Matt said dryly. "Now, where is she?"

Diane shook her head back and forth defiantly. The longer she could stall them, the better off she'd be. Matt swore under his breath, then took the lid of her left eye between his finger and thumb and raised it to expose the pupil. Diane tried to reach up and brush his hand away. But Chris and Norm held her hands down. Matt deliberately rubbed the tip of another finger across her exposed eye, sending a shock of pain through her body.

"Ohhhh!" the blonde cried out, her legs kicking out as he rubbed her aching, dry eye once more.

"I'm getting tired of this," Matt said, losing his patience. Reaching into the drawer of the desk next to Diane, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. After drawing it to a bright heat, he held it closer and closer to her exposed eye. Diane screamed with pain and horror as she saw that glowing tip shoot forward, about to touch her eye.

"She's gone! She's gone!" Diane cried out, her fingers clawing at the wooden chair as the two men held her tightly down.

"Gone where?" Matt shouted, throwing the cigarette away and pulling her up by the hair. Diane's face grimaced from the pain as her body jerked forward. The men watching murmured approval as Matt reached down and unzipped his wife's skirt. As Diane had dressed quickly in the basement of Haines Hall, she wore nothing underneath. In a second, her vulnerable blonde pussy was completely exposed to all the men.

"I told you, I don't know!" Diane insisted.

"You'd have been better off slaving over a hot stove for some jerk instead of with me," Matt admitted as he put his right hand down on her bare thigh. Diane shuddered at his touch while her husband grinned at her. She didn't move as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh until it rested on her pussy lips. Matt watched her face intently, enjoying that look of loathing and fear that filled her eyes. He shoved two fingers into her pussy hole while he kept the thumb outside. Then he closed his grip like an iron vise, twisting his hand at the same time. Diane felt as if she were being ripped in two. She tried to move both hands down to her crotch to try to ease the pressure. But Chris and Norm still held her down. He twisted harder and harder until Diane cried out hysterically, bending forward from the hips. Her face was dead white, drained of blood as she begged her husband to let her go.

"No, Matt. No! Please don't! Please!"

But the only effect of her pleading was that Matt increased the torture.

"You Goddamned bitch!" Matt said evenly. "You tell the truth or I'll rip your cunt out right here and now while Chris slices off your nipples! You hear me?"

"It's the truth, I swear! It's the truth!" Diane cried out, wondering how much longer she could hold out. If she did tell him that Annette had gone for help, he and the others might take care of both her and Jennie right now and escape.

"Maybe, maybe," Matt muttered as he released the woman and stood back, wiping his fingers on the robe. Diane sighed with relief and rubbed her legs together to ease the ache in her pussy.

"Christ. You take somebody with you and look around the quad to see if that bitch's still around. Can't have her telling anybody about us," Matt said to his helper. "Okay gentlemen. We can begin."

Diane didn't know what to do. Matt was standing next to her, apparently almost forgetting that she was there while Norm stripped her completely, then walked out of the room through a door to her right. The murmur that had filled the room suddenly died down.

"Astaroth, cum spiritus sanctis," Matt suddenly said in a loud voice. The others in the room murmured the same words, closing their eyes and rocking slowly back and forth as the lights in the room dimmed gradually. Diane felt her skin crawl with horror. More words in Latin were spoken, followed by a strange kind of humming from the men in the rows of seats. From various readings in the past, Diane recognized that this was the beginning of a Black Mass!

"Canis d'inferno," Matt said, turning around and looking directly at Diane.

"Oh God!" she murmured, backing away from her husband. He seemed to have changed right in front of her eyes. There was a strange glint in his eyes, and his lower lip twitched with unholy excitement. It was Matt in front of her – yet it was someone else.

Diane turned around when she heard the door to the right open. Norm reappeared, holding a large, growling Doberman by a thick black leather leash close to his side. Matt's eyes opened wide with pleasure as his lips twisted up into a crooked smile.

Norm led the dog up to Diane, stopping some five feet in front of the trembling woman. At the same time, Art and two other men walked up to the desk and spread a large red velvet piece of cloth over the top. Without any traces of emotion, they then walked over to Diane and took her by either arm, leading her up to the makeshift altar.

"No, please, no!" the blonde cried out, twisting helplessly in their tight grip! She knew what was about to happen. She was the first victim for the ceremony. They were going to turn the dog loose on her! "Oh God, let me go! Unnnghhhh! No! Oh God, nooo!"

But the men in the room ignored her. Their eyes focused on the desk top where the two men forced the screaming woman to crawl. Diane watched as Norm pulled the growling, snapping animal up to the front edge of the covered desk top. The strange humming increased in loudness, filling the room as the centuries-old melody poured out of the mouths of those men. Their eyes were glazed over in a kind of demonic ecstasy as they watched Diane's trembling body. It was time for the sacrifice! It was the time when they'd force the blonde to submit to the dog to satisfy their God.

"Matt, don't! Oh God, what have you gotten into!" Diane wailed as two more men strode up to the altar and moved behind the blonde. While Art and the two men who had helped him previously held her head and arms steady, the other two grabbed her feet and spread her thighs as widely apart as they could. Diane felt her mind grow light and fuzzy with horror as she felt the big black Doberman leap up from the floor and land at the far end of the desk. The chanting swelled almost to a loud roar as the lights in the room dimmed to a faint glow. The blonde's head swam as she felt the big dog's breath blow against her frazzled pussy hairs.