The Fall Ch. 04

When John came home at about noon that day, he also was beyond tired. He had been working non-stop on the presentation for his thesis project for forty-eight straight hours, and was beginning to see after-images and feel faint. The regimen of gallons of coffee and high-sugar snacks kept the architecture and arch. eng. students awake, but eventually, they were all just shaking, twitching idiots, truly asleep on their feet, not accomplishing anything, and probably actually doing damage to their drawings as well as their bodies.

He was glad to see their little car in the parking lot, comfortable that Carol was safely home. He always worried about her driving on that busy two-lane road, but especially after dark.

He was surprised to find Carol still asleep, but he was careful to be quiet as he took his shower and climbed into bed beside her. His aching eyes seemed to see red streaks along Carol's back and legs where they were visible beneath her practical flannel night-gown, but he knew he could no longer believe what he thought he saw. He lightly kissed her ear, and she stirred slightly and moaned, then rolled over, back asleep.

And in only a minute, so was he.

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On Monday, Jess Spinelli dreaded meeting her student-teacher at school. As always in the days right after one of their parties, Jess felt astounded and repulsed by what she and her husband's friends did at their parties. Yet, as the days went by, as the memory of the pain dimmed and the memory of the intense pleasure grew, she always found herself craving the experience again.

As the new, hot young flesh at their party, Carol had been terribly abused, and roughly fucked again and again by each of the men. She had been done by two at a time, and once, by three of the men at once. Jess clearly remembered (with a little thrill in her loins) Carol's cries as she was tormented and used sexually, and Jess could not at the time discern whether Carol was in agony or ecstasy.

Perhaps, as with Jess and the other men's wives, it was both at once.

How badly had Carol been injured? The men seemed to know the limits, although there certainly had been times when they crossed the line. Had Carol gone to a clinic or a hospital where awkward questions were asked?

Had Carol had a blow-up with her husband? Surely, he had seen the damage to her body ... there could be no doubt about what she had been doing.

Had he abused her further, thrown her out of their house, reported them all to the police or the school board, or perhaps gone out to buy a gun to seek his revenge?

Had Carol come to regret her behavior? Did she find Jess disgusting now, and hold her in the scorn and contempt she probably deserved?

The morning promised to be at least embarrassing and awkward, or, much worse, an ugly confrontation that could only lead to trouble for Jess.

Why had she allowed Tony to get Carol involved with their obscene sex-and-pain "movie" club?

When Jess arrived in her classroom, she was surprised to see Carol already there, looking alert, composed, and professional, working away grading student papers from the previous week.

When she heard Jess enter the room, Carol looked up with a radiant smile, all sunshine and eagerness.

"Hi Jess! How are YOU feeling?" Carol said. "I had a great time Friday! When is the next film club meeting?"

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Here, the story of the twisted, foul, and perverted path of Carol's fall into sado-masochism as reported in the "BDSM" section of Literotica rejoins the almost serene and "wholesome" story in The Fall ch. 05 the "Loving Wives" edition of her continued sexual debauchery.