Whipped wife

CHAPTER NINE

The brunette whimpered desperately as Matt lowered the big gleaming carving knife. Her eyes bulged out with horror and her mouth gaped open wide as the pointed tip finally touched just above her right tit.

"Nnnnngh!" the girl gurgled out as she felt the cold, metal tip land on her quivering flesh.

"Matt! Don't!" Diane screamed. Her voice echoed in the silent room as her husband seemed to hesitate for a second. Matt flashed a quick glance at his horrified wife, then pressed down slightly. The gentle pressure on the handle was enough for the sharp tip to slice into Jennie's tender skin.

"AAAAGHH!" the girl screeched out, stiffening her body and arching it high in the air as a tiny trickle of blood oozed out from the half-inch puncture and ran down her right side.

"Animal!" Diane shrieked, turning her head away from the table where Jennie lay screaming and sobbing. Then the air was cut with another scream, louder than the first. Diane jerked her head back and saw that Matt was carving the shrieking brunette's skin freely. The knife dug easily into Jennie's flesh, parting it the way a boat's prow parts the sea as he drew some kind of star-shaped figure on her chest.

"Ahhh! Arrghhh! Nngghhhh!" the girl shrieked over and over. Her body shook violently as she pulled and pushed with her legs. But she was held too tightly for that to do any good. Blood oozed out or the wounds, trickling down to the tabletop and soaking into the soft red velvet. Diane watched with her stomach churning sickeningly as the brunette was being carved up before her eyes.

What seemed like an eternity was finally over – at least for a while! Matt finished his first drawing and pulled back as two men blotted Jennie's bloody belly with a large white cloth. Diane could see that the cuts were relatively superficial. But that didn't take the horror out of the event. Obviously they had just gotten started. What Annette told them earlier suddenly rang back in her mind – the discovery of a dead coed with strange carvings all over her body. They were going to turn both of them into Satanic roadmaps!

"And now…?" Matt said, holding the knife high in the air, directly above Jennie's heart.

"Nooo!" the girl screamed, her eyes bulging out further as her ankles and wrists worked frantically at the leather bonds that tied them together.

"Nooo!" Diane echoed the brunette's cries.

Matt stopped in midair, turning slowly and looking hotly at Diane. He seemed to be enjoying her pleading.

"It's too late for both of us, Diane," he muttered, slipping out of his role of high priest for a second.

"Ohhh Matt, where did we go wrong?" Diane whimpered.

But he was back in his role of priest again. He raised the carving knife again over Jennie, muttering something softly in the air as everyone in the room held his breath again. Jennie howled and twisted on the table in spite of her wounds. Her eyes were glazed over with sheer terror as they riveted themselves onto the tip of that sharp blade dangling only a few feet above her chest.

"Okay! Everybody stand still! This is a bust!" a loud voice suddenly thundered out.

Diane jerked around and saw several campus police running down the aisle to the right with their guns drawn. Behind them was a squad of Los Angeles police. The lights suddenly brightened, startling nearly everyone in the room.

Diane felt the grip on her arms relax. Quickly she shrugged herself free, running up to the table and pushing Jennie off it roughly. Matt seemed dazed for a second. Then the knife shot down into the now-empty tabletop. It was his last act as high priest. While two policemen cuffed Matt and forced him up the side aisle to the first-floor corridor, Diane bent down and untied the moaning Jennie.

"It's okay, honey. We're safe," Diane said, loosening the girl's wrists. "Somebody, get a doctor!" she shouted as she and a policeman fumbled with the leather bonds on the girl's ankles.

"I'm sorry I took so long," Annette said, running up to the table, then around it. "Ohhhh, God!" she said, shrinking back and covering her mouth. "I'm gonna be sick," she whimpered, running back out of the room.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Jennie groaned, raising her arms to her carved belly.

"You'll be all right, honey," Diane said, raising her head and watching as the police rounded up all the naked men in the audience. As she stood up and took a blanket handed to her by one of the police, the blonde looked for Jack. She finally spotted him, threading his way through the crowd of police and complaining men. He waved and ran down the aisle as she sighed and leaned against the table, wrapping the blanket tightly to her body. The long nightmare was finally over!

"Never thought I'd wind up in this kind of thing just selling jewelry," Jack said, smiling broadly at her as Diane poured coffee into his cup. The two were sitting in her living room. It was three in the morning and both of them were exhausted. They had had to go to the police station and make out separate reports as to what had happened. Considering the facts, it was a minor miracle that they were out so soon.

"Maybe you should have gone to work for Avon," Diane said, smiling gently as she poured coffee into her own cup, then sat down next to the big man. The two of them sipped the hot liquid silently for several minutes, each trying to sort out what had happened that night.

"You know, what gets me is how something like that could go on in the middle of a university without getting noticed," Jack said, shaking his head slowly back and forth as he put his cup back on the cocktail table in front of the couch.

"Well, I guess it's not too hard to understand if you take a look at who was involved. Almost everybody who had any say about what went on in Haines Hall belonged to that group," Diane said, leaning back and crossing her long legs.

"What did they believe in?" Jack asked, leaning back with her and putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Oh, nothing at first. From what Jennie told me, it was just kind of a kinky sex club. Then Matt started into this demonic trip of his. The others naturally joined in. I guess they really just got started into it when we stumbled into it," Diane said, sighing deeply. She still shook at the idea of how close all of them came to death.

"I guess they already had one victim," Jack said.

"That girl. Yes, I guess so. Poor Matt! In a way I feel responsible for everything that's happened. Somewhere in our marriage there must have been signs of what was going to happen. If only I'd recognized them!" Diane said, closing her eyes and fighting back the tears.

"You can't change the past. It's done. That's it. What you've got to worry about is the future," Jack said, reaching up and stroking her chin.

"Well, there'll be the hearings and the trial," Diane said, sighing deeply as she dreaded the thought of all the publicity.

"Even with luck, Matt's going to be put away," Jack said, sliding closer to Diane until his thigh was touching hers.

"I've lost all feeling for him, Jack. I just feel a little sorry for the man, that's all," Diane said, smiling at him as she leaned forward and put her cup on the table next to his.

"Come on, Diane. Let's think about the present," Jack said, pulling her close to him. He forced her to stand up as his lips moved to her mouth. Jack kissed her tenderly at first. Then his hot, wet tongue speared through her lips, shoving deeply into her mouth. Diane felt a dam of pent-up passion break loose as she darted her tongue into his mouth. She groaned and circled her arms around his back. She felt him grind his body against hers. The bathrobe she'd thrown on when they'd gotten back home was working loose. But the blonde didn't care. She needed this desperately.

As the belt unfastened and her robe gradually opened, Diane groaned, feeling the bulge of Jack's big cock trapped in his jeans rubbing across her belly.

Jack let the kiss trail off, pulling his head back and watching Diane closely. She was panting and weak. His hands slowly moved down her body, tracing every curve until he came down to her thighs. Jack moved his fingers gingerly inward until he was pulling apart her soaked outer cunt-lips. Diane hung her head limply down and moaned, hunching her hips forward involuntarily. All she wanted for herself now was a good, hard fuck from that man.

"Just like old times," the big man said, lowering her onto the couch behind them. He was just standing there looking at her.

"I love your cunt," Jack said.

Diane blushed, thanking God that the police didn't tell Jack the whole story about her and the Doberman.

"Ahhh," Diane sighed as Jack bent forward to touch a finger to her outer labes. Diane sucked air and pulled her ass back.

"It's so soft and hot," Jack said, lowering his face and kissing her flat belly.

"Ohhh, God!"

"You really need a fuck, don't you?" Jack said in a husky voice.

Yes! Yes! Diane thought desperately. After everything, her pussy needed his cock. It ached, begged, pleaded for his dick. Jack read her mind. He moved his mouth up until he was up by her stiff nipples. He licked one of them until she felt it twitching. Diane arched her back, pressing against his sucking lips.

"Yes! Yes!" Diane groaned. Jack was sucking one tit all the way into his mouth. His tongue was raking the nipple wildly. Sharp, delicious jolts of pleasure were slicing through her cunt every time he rolled the nipple flat, sanding it with his hot tongue. For some strange reason, Diane thought of that big black Doberman who'd fucked her that night and wondered what had happened to him.

"Undress me," Jack commanded. He stood by the couch and pulled Diane up by the shoulders until she sat facing his belt buckle.

She tried to steady her fingers. They trembled with uncontrollable lust as she pulled open the buttons of his Levi's and unhooked the leather. The swell of his hot cock meat inside bulged out as she inched his pants down over his powerful hips. Diane's heart pounded wildly as she remembered how big, hairy and thick that dick was. After all of the whipping, torture and humiliation, this fuck was going to be more than welcome for her.

"Come on, babe," Jack urged, reaching down and pushing his Levi's to his ankles. Diane swallowed hard as she raised her arms and curled her fingers around the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts.

"God!" Diane cried out as she scooted the elastic down and freed Jack's blood-engorged dick with one movement. It was longer and hotter than she remembered it. The cock head was bluish-purple and spasmed with lust. Diane crawled backward on the couch as Jack finished taking off his jeans and underwear. Soon he was on his knees on the couch, smiling and moving toward her. His cock swayed lazily back and forth from between his legs. His balls jiggled nervously in their sacs, packed tightly, Diane was sure, with a heavy, hot load of jizz meant for her.

"Let's fuck!" Diane groaned, leaning back and sinking into the softness of her couch.

"Mmmmm," Jack said, lowering his head quickly between her thighs. The suddenness of his oral attack almost sent Diane into shock. She groaned happily as she felt Jack sliding deeper. His thick lips were teasing her inner cunt lips. His teeth gouged into that sensitive membrane area while his tongue fucked in and out like a tiny cock. Diane jerked her knees together, trapping his head between her trembling legs as images of that lapping Doberman danced in her rolling head.

"You move your ass nice," Jack commented.

"Ohh, more, more," Diane groaned, reaching down and pushing his head back into her pussy. She hunched up with her hips, digging the drooling inner folds of her pussy into the big man's sucking mouth.

Jack kept his lips locked onto her cunt for several more minutes, lapping up the oozing juices before he moved up from her snatch. He kissed up her belly, moving to her tits and sucking first one, then the other. Diane could smell her cunt on his cheeks. She felt faint with ecstasy and hot with sexual fever.

"Mmnnnm," Diane groaned as Jack moved up to her mouth and kissed her hard and hot. At the same time he moved his powerful thighs until he had his cock nestled in the furry valley of her crotch. She felt something hot, hard and stiff pressing against her outer cunt lips. It was forcing its way through the fleshy folds of her twat, burrowing down like a drill. Her cunt lips flattened back. Jack's spasming prick head brushed against the tingling clit as it picked up her slick juices.

"Break me open! Oh God, split me apart!" Diane begged.

Jack dragged his cock back a little, then up again. Diane's cunt stretched wide and the ring of muscles around her pussy went tight. The blonde forced herself to relax. Diane moved her hips slightly from side to side, helping Jack slip his thick, long prong into her. He was halfway inside when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing and gasped with delight.

"Shit, let me go!" he cried, forcing his cock to stop throbbing. He was close to coming when Diane did that.

"I can't help it. I need it!" Diane cried out, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth tightly together. Diane felt the spasm pass and her cunt relax. Jack eased his cock once more through the hot folds of her cunt. He forced that opening into a wide tunnel as he slid his cock in very slowly. Diane babbled mindlessly, licking her lower lip in ecstasy as she felt her insides stretching out around Jack's big root. The blonde spread her legs out even further, waiting breathlessly for Jack to reach bottom.

"Shittt!" Jack cried out as his hairy, hot groin finally touched Diane's upturned cuntal mound. The two of them lay quietly for a minute, drinking in the hot, sexy feeling of the other's body pressing hard against his. As Jack gasped and raised his ass cheeks slowly up, Diane groaned, feeling his heavy balls drag across her ass cheeks. Slowly, Jack increased his fucking speed and Diane matched it.

"Jesus, Diane! You're gonna make me cum! Stop it!" Jack cried out suddenly.

"I can't stop. I just can't!" the blonde cried out. Her ass moved like a wild animal's. She had no control over herself any more. She couldn't stop the bucking. She couldn't stop the convulsions in her cunt that were responsible for the rhythmic milking of the muscles around her cuntal hole. The circle tightened, relaxed, then tightened again, pulling and tickling Jack's bursting prick. The big man grunted and moaned, feeling those velvety wet surfaces stroking him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Nnnnghh!" Jack cried out. Diane could feel the big dick inside her body spasming more uncontrollably. It jerked furiously each time her cuntal folds seeped out more hot juice over his cock head. His dick tip was contracting tighter and tighter as it got ready for the first big jizz-spray. Diane could feel that big ridge that ran the full length of his cock along its underside. "NOW!" Jack cried out, slamming his groin down hard like a hammer.

"Now!" Diane cried out as that squirting dick crushed her clit and sent her rocketing over the edge into climax.

"Unnghhhh!" the two of them screamed together, grinding their bodies wildly together as they were both gripped in the throes of a mutual climax. All the horror and tension that had gripped her for the past week suddenly melted away in the lush hotness of this sexual climax. Diane raked her sharp fingernails across Jack's humping back, rolling her head from side to side as she surrendered completely to the hot, wet, brain-burning orgasm.

"Ahhhh," Jack grunted, collapsing on top of the blonde's still-wriggling body. He'd fired his final load of cum into her pried-open pussy and was now enjoying the aftershocks that raced through his cock and her pussy. Diane squeezed her snatch muscles together one more time, milking out the last few tops of spunk from the big man's dick before relaxing completely.

"Oh Jack, that was wonderful," Diane sighed, opening her eyes and running her fingertips lightly over his muscular shoulder blades.

"They'll be more times like these if you want them," Jack said, propping his head up on her shoulders and kissing the nape of her neck lightly.

"Even if I don't sell your jewelry?" Diane asked, laughing softly as she thought of how the whole nightmare began.

"Even if," Jack said, wriggling his flaccid dick back and forth in Diane's slackening cunt. The blonde pulled Jack tightly to her titties and closed her eyes, trying to force the horror out of her mind. Even with Jack next to her, Diane knew that it would be a long time before she could ever forget about the terror that had nearly destroyed her and two other women.