Paul Gable - Whipped wife

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?"