That Cheating Bitch! (closed)

He bought it!! She could barely believe it, the house must really be wrecked.

Jerry had his phone out, to ring the cops, and while she didn't want to file chages against the cabbie who she had willingly enticed, she would go along with the charade for now. She could always turn on the tears later, and plead with Jerry, telling him it was too upsetting to go through with. He'd buy that. Jerry worshiped her.

She climbed out of the pool, naked, her robe soaking, and at the pool's edge. Turning on the tears she went to Jerry.

"Oh baby. Thank God you came home and rescued me. That nasty cabbie, he might have killed me next!!!"

She stepped into his arms, and felt them close around her. She'd gotten away with it!!
 
He put his arms around her and held her tight, her wet naked body pressed against him.

He didn't press the green send button on his phone.

He searched for the right words, his teeth clenched in anger at her betrayal.

"It's okay baby, it's okay," he said as she poured on the waterworks, crying into his shoulder. His hand moved up her back to her neck, and then into her wet hair, intertwining with the long blonde locks. "I know the truth," he whispered in her ear. "I know you're a lying cheating whore." he said, his voice suddenly turning sinister, his hand in her hair finding a tight grip. He yanked back, pulling her head away from him, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"How long, Meredith? How long and how many?" he asked, but before she could answer he slapped her hard across the face with the palm of his hand-and then again with the back of his hand, the second blow causing her to fall to her knees. He yanked back on her hair again, forcing her to look up at him.

"Answer me, whore."
 
Meredith cuddled into Jerry, her heart racing, as she thought just how close she had come to getting caught!! Thank God for the chase, if not for that, it would have been virtually impossible to persuade Jerry.

"It's okay baby, it's okay,"


She cuddled into his chest. She was so lucky. Lucky he didn't realise what a fool she'd been making of him. She smiled. She felt his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp, and then tightening, into an iron grip, yanking her head back,

"I know the truth, I know you're a lying cheating whore."


"No, no Jerry. You have it all wrong!! I'm the victim here!!"

"How long, Meredith? How long and how many?"

Jesus! He was furious. Anger radiated off him in waves, and then he slapped her hard across the face, shocking her into silence. He had never hit her before, never. He backhanded her again, and she collapsed to the ground, or she would have, if not for his grip in her hair.

"Jerry! Please!!" was all she could say,as he yanked on her hair, forcing her face up towards him.

"Answer me, whore."

"Not many. Not long!"


She whimpered, looking up at him, suddenly aware of just how big he was, and the great disparity in their respective sizes.

"I'm sorry Jerry. Really I am. Dont be mad, please! I'll make it up to you, I swear!"

Her face flamed with a combination of the stinging slaps to each of her cheeks, and her utter humiliation and shame at being caught red handed, so to speak, and she could feel her heart racing with adrenalin.
 
"Make it up to me? How?" Jerry grunted. He headed towards the house, his grip on Meredith's hair still tight, and not caring at all if she walked along behind him or if he dragged her.

It wound up being a bit of both. He got her inside and grabbed her by her neck, pulling her up from the floor to her feet. His grip on her throat was tight enough to cut off her airflow.

He slammed her into the closest wall.

He slapped her again, twice more.

Finally his knee came up into her gut, at the same time as he released her neck, leaving her in a heap on the floor at his feet, gasping for breath.

"What's to make up, bitch?" He spat on her and started to unfasten his black leather belt.
 
Meredith was shaking and crying. She had never seen Jerry like this!! He was beyond mad, he was seething with fury. He dragged her to the house, as she scrambled to keep up, and once inside he pushed her hard against the wall, and slapped her still stinging cheeks!!

She cried out. "Jerry! No, Dont! I'm sorry, I swear it!!"

But nothing, it seemed would temper Jerry's fury! he brought his knee up, catching her in the stomach, and she doubled over, crying hard.

"Please Jerry!! I am so sorry! It meant nothing! Nothing!! I love you!!"

Her heart was hammering hard, and as she watched his hands go to his belt, something began to change in her, something dark and primal, as she watched, in fascination, as he pulled his belt out of his pants, watching her all the time.
 
He couldn't believe she had the gall to say "i love you." Those words served only to enrage him further, and he was quick to unleash that rage upon her.

The belt struck her first across the tops of her bare thighs. "Bitch, you don't fucking love me!" he roared.

The belt came down across her shoulder. "Don't you say that again!"

He wrapped the belt around her neck then, and dragged her further into the house, choking her, only pulling her to her feet so he could throw her bodily across the overturned sofa, keeping his grip on the belt, ever tightening around her neck. He was behind her now, whispering in her ear. He loosened the belt and let her gasp for breath.

"You don't even fucking respect me, cunt."
 
Meredith was petrified. Jerry had never treated her with anything other than kid gloves! Now he was wild, untamed, and he brought the thick leather belt down across her flesh, setting it alight with burning sensation.

She cried out, realising that she should not have said that.

Half choking her, he dragged her to the couch, and threw her over it.

"Jerry please!! I'm so sorry, i swear it! I'll prove it to you, I'll do anything you ask of me, anything I swear! I do respect you, really I do!!"

She gasped in some air, as he relaxed the pressure of the belt, but he was still vibrating anger, and God help her, it was starting to excite her.

"Please Jerry, tell me, what can I do to make it up to you?"


Silence! She was literally shaking with terror, but, perhaps it was the adrenalin, but she felt her empty pussy clenching, absurdly turned on by his display of power and strength. She needed to make a break for it. She'd never seen Jerry this mad!

She took a deep breath, brought back her elbow, and hit him hard in the side, head butting his chest, and diving under his arm, trying to make a break for it!
 
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The bitch hit him! The surprise got him more than the actual blow itself, and she slipped away from him. He fell over himself reaching after her, and fell to the floor.

He was back on his feet in a heartbeat. He couldn't let her get out the door. He ran after her, leaping over furniture and caught up with her in just a couple of strides.

And promptly slammed her into a wall again. He grunted as he grabbed her hair from where she slumped on the ground. He forced her to look up at him again.

"You wanna do something for me, bitch?" he said, his eyes locked with hers now. "You've done quite enough to me, now it's my turn."

And with that he punched her in the gut, slapped her again across the face, again and again, then grabbed her by her hair and started to drag her across the house. He opened the door to the basement and pushed her, more than happy to let her roll right down the stairs.
 
At the basement door, she knew what was coming, and she grabbed his leg, yanking it from under him, as he pushed her down the stairs. He toppled over her, and she went end over end, landing on top of him on the ground.

He was winded, and for a moment at least she had the upper hand.

"You fucker!!" she exclaimed, and kicked him full force into the stomach, before bringing back her foot a second time, and kicking him into the balls. His cry of pain pleased her no end, and she scampered for the stairs, on her hands and knees, getting about one third of the way up, when she felt his hand grip her ankle.

She kicked frantically, getting loose again, but only for a moment.
 
The roll down the stairs hurt pretty good. He thought for a moment he might have cracked a rib.

Then came the kick to the nuts. He saw stars for a moment, as the most exquisite pain a man can feel overwhelmed his system. In a rage he reached out after his fleeing wife. He got her ankle but she slipped away. He reached out again, and this time his grip was true.

He yanked back, pulling her off her feet, causing her to crash down onto the steps again, and then down to the floor. He gasped for breath as he got himself a new grip on her hair, and dragged her deeper into their basement, determined now to beat the bitch into submission.

The basement was where they had a whole bar/entertainment area that Jerry had built a few years ago. There was a big HD TV on the wall, a pool table, fully stocked liquor shelves, barstools, even an old popcorn machine.

He wondered to himself how many guys had beny her over that pool table and taken her from behind on so many days while he was at work.

His rage building, he threw her small naked body against the wooden bar. Disturbingly, he felt himself getting turned on by beating the slut. Blood flowed to his cock and it bulged in his jeans as he looked down at her at his feet.

"Fucking cunt, I'll teach you," he said, grabbing her hair and yanking her to her feet. He slapped her a few more times, hard, before launching her across the room again, this time into and across the pool table.
 
Meredith kicked, and cursed, and fought for all she was worth.

She struggled, calling him every foul name she could think of, as she kicked and elbowed him.

He threw her into the bar, she kicked his shin, but without her shoes it was hardly noticed.

"Get off me! You wanna subdue me??? You cant!!" she hissed, as she kicked him some more. He picked her up, and threw her across the pool table, and she was momentarily caught off guard, the air knocked out of her, and she was alarmed to become acutley aware of the throbbing between her legs.

She wriggled her ass at him, not on purpose, but unconsciously, as he pinned her down. She picked up a pool cue, and threw it, but missed him, but her grip on a pool ball was better, and he struck him hard in the shoulder.
 
"Ouch! Fucking cunt!" Jerry grunted as the billiard ball hit his shoulder. It smarted for a moment but he was so enraged it didn't even faze him.

"You will fucking listen, bitch," he said, slapping her again with the back of his hand. He spun her around and bent her over the pool table, pinning her arms behind her with his hand. He could feel her ass wiggling against his throbbing crotch.

"Not this time, no way," he growled, grabbing her hair again and pushing her hard down on the green felt tabletop.

A part of him realized he could take her right then and there. She was naked, bent over before him. He grunted at her.

"Think you can just fuck around all you want, huh? Sleep with any guy walks past ya? Fucking whore. Did our wedding vows mean anything to you?"

He yanked back on her hair when she didn't answer quickly enough.
 
"ouch! You're hurtin' me Jerry!! Stop it! Ow! Fuck!!"

He yanked her hair back, her hands now pinned behind her, preventing her from grabbing any more pool balls, cues or anything else, for that matter!!

" course they meant something!! " she said, referring to their wedding vows, "meant I get a nice house, money in the bank, and I get laid once or twice a month, if you have the energy!!"

She was feeling vicious and mean now, coming out with something that would cut deep, although not true, as she genuinely loved Jerry, but now, she wanted to hurt him!!

She began to struggle wildly again, managing to head butt him, catching his jaw and making it snap shut. Her bare ass wriggler against him in her struggles, and she could feel his cock growing as he leaned over her, dwarfing her.
 
"Ahh fuck!" Jerry said after she headbutted back into him, knocking his jaw. He nearly bit off his tongue! It definitely rattled his head, and he tightened his grip on her, wrenching her arms back hard, pressing her down against the pool table. He spat on her, and it was bloody. She'd caused a tooth to get loosened up pretty good with that one.

"God damn cheating bitch!" he grunted, grabbing her hair again and slamming her face down into the table, bloodying her nose.

He dragged her off the table then, over to where his belt lay on the floor. He grabbed it and proceeded to wrench her arms up over her head. He slapped her again, hard, to keep her in line, and then got her hands bound together with the belt, over her head, tied to a beam that ran along the ceiling. He tied her up so that only her toes could touch the ground.

He went and picked up the pool cue stick, and the look in his eyes was sinister. Blood dripped from his mouth.
 
"God damn cheating bitch!"

He walloped her into the surface of the pool table, and she felt the warm rush that signalled her nose was bleeding.

"Ow! Fuck off, You Bastard!! You hurt me!!!"
she screamed, as he dragged her away from the pool table. She was relieved, in some ways, as she had been certain, on feeling how hard he was, that he was going to rape her. She kicked him, her heels flailing, connecting with his legs, but unable to make much impact without shoes. She saw him reach for his belt, and she gasped, expecting him to start hitting her with it, instead, he secured her hands, and tied them off overhead, to a beam.

Meredith stretched on her tip toes, barely albe to make contact with the ground. She swung up her legs to kick him, hitting him in the stomact, but she screamed with pain as her shoulders took the entire strain of her body weight. You never saw that bit in the movies.

She was crying hard, her shoulders killing her, as he approached with the cue.

Terrified as to what he was going to do with that, she reverted to pleading.

"Please Jerry! Baby, no!! I didn't mean it!! It just happened!! You know! But I swear to you, I'll never cheat on you again. It was only that one time, I never meant to hurt you! You weren't supposed to know!"

Okay, perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say.

"Jerry, baby, I love you!!"
 
"I wasn't supposed to know? Fuck you!" he said, and swung the cue at her, hitting her hard across the ass.

He found he thoroughly enjoyed the way she cried in pain.

"Just once? Lying fucking cunt!" he yelled, and struck her again, this time across the front of her thighs. He backhanded her across her bleeding face and spat his own blood on her tits.

"You love me? Bullshit!" he said, and struck her again with the cue, across her ass again, this time hard enough to splinter and break the cue.
 
It hurt like Hell and Meredith screamed, as Jerry lit a line of fire across her as cheeks!! Before she had the chance to gather her wits, he beat her across the front of her thighs, and she lost her precarious balance, screaming as her sore thighs joined her sore ass, and her shoulders screamed with the pain caused, as the suddenly found themselves taking her weight!

"jerry, baby! I'm sorry, so fucking sorry! Please!! Let me make it up to you! Please honey, please!"

He brought the cue around again, full force, Chris crossing her already welter rear!!

She began to dance about as she dangled from her wrists, her body tyingto avoid his painful assult!

Oh jerry, I'm sorry, so sorry! Please honey let me prove how much I love you!"

As the pain receeded a little, she became aware that her pussy was getting wet! She began to throb, deep inside, and she began to visualise jerry forcing himself on her in quite an erotic light!
 
Jerry still held the thick end of the cue stick. He rapped each of Meredith's thighs with it and then forced it between her legs and harshly up, so that the length of the shaft was pressed against her pussy lips.

"What the fuck do you think you can do to make up for this, slut?" he growled in her ear as he moved around behind her, his grip on the broken cue tight. He couldn't resist giving her breasts a squeeze.

"You think all I want is sex? From you? Now that you've spread that pussy out all over town?" He growled some more, pushing the stick further between her legs until it came out the backside of her thighs. He grabbed the other end and pulled it upwards, lifting her feet off the ground again, all her weight square on the cue stick pressed between her folds!
 
"What the fuck do you think you can do to make up for this, slut?"

"I.....I dont know Jerry!! Please, tell me what I can do! Tell me what you want from me, whatever it is, I swear, i'll do, just dont be mad at me Baby!!"

He slapped her again across her thighs, which were already welted from the force of his earlier strikes. Her pressed the end of the pool cue up against her pussy, and pushed it between her legs, her wetness lubricating it, and allowing it to slide quite easily from the front of her to the back, despite how hard he was pressing it against her folds.

She cried out, and monaed, when Jerry caught the other side of the cue, lifting her, forcing the delicate flesh of her pussy to take her entire weight. Her clit had been throbbing, and swollen, and now his actions ground it creully against her pubic bones.

Whimpering, she tried to take a little of her weight on her arms, to relieve the pressure of her crushed sex, and doing so, she lifted marginally, and as she wriggled, the pressure on her clit sent a sudden wave of sensation through her, and she moaned, a deep, gutteral moan, ripped from the very centre of her.
 
Jerry heard her sensual moan, and he could smell her arousal quite clearly. She was getting all hot and bothered by all this! His cock throbbed with desire at the thought of it. He pulled the cue out from between her legs, and saw it glistening with the juices from her dripping pussy.

"You nasty fucking slut," he said, and brought it up to her face, rubbing it against her face, forcing her to smell and taste her own arousal before withdrawing it and beating it across her ass again, raising a third bright red stripe.

His cock was stiff now, bulging against his pants. He unzipped and whipped out his huge tool and stroked it in front of her.

"You're so fucking turned on, aren't you, whore. I bet you'd do anything to fuck right now, wouldn't you?" he said to her, incredibly, sickly aroused by the sight of his bloody and beaten wife.
 
While she knew she was aroused, Meredith cringed with shame when Jerry rubbed the glistening pool cue against her face, leaving the evidence of her arousal smeared across her lips, her nose forced to smell it, and acknowledge just how horny she was just then.

"You nasty fucking slut,"

She turned an even deeper shade of red, before he slapped her ass once more with the cue, making her yelp.

"Baby! Dont say that! You dont mean that!" she whispered, totally mortified, and horribly turned on. Ashamed of both facts.

"You're so fucking turned on, aren't you, whore. I bet you'd do anything to fuck right now, wouldn't you?"

She hung her head at his words, because she was ashamed, but also, to hide the glistening of her eyes, and to make her hair fall across her breasts, hoping to hide her rock hard nipples.

There was no point in denying it. He knew it. She knew it.

Quietly, and from under her eye lashes she said, in a barely audible whisper.

"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but your right, I would!"
 
"And why the fuck should I give you anything you want now, you worthless lying cheating bitch!!?" he roared in anger at her.

The indignity she'd caused him to suffer was too much. She'd cheated on him, and he'd been boasted to about it! He'd been forced to see the pictures! She would have to know the pain she caused him.

He dropped the pool cue, knowing if he held on to it he might break it across her face, he was so angry. He wasn't sure what to do with her. He sat down on a bar stool and stroked his big hard cock while he looked at her, the dried blood on her face and those big tits of hers, the welt rising across her thighs, her beaten body hanging by her arms. He couldn't leave her there like that.

"Think you'll get fired when you don't show up for work?" he asked her, suddenly conversational.
 
He screamed and shouted, and she said nothing. She exhaled when he finally threw the pool cue on the ground, and sat back on the stool, looking at her.

Meredith was scared, but she was also inexplicably turned on, and knew that her pussy was pulsating with desire, intensified by the adrenalin.

"Think you'll get fired when you don't show up for work?"


"What?"
she looked up at him surprised, both by the normality of his tone, and the question.

"Why would I not show up for work?? I mean, this evening I wont go in, but I'll be back tomorrow. And besides, Gino, my boss, he likes me! Not like that!!" she hastened to add, although she had no doubt that Gino liked her exactly in that way! "I just mean that I'm a good worker, and I'm good for business, the customers like me, he wont fire me, not over something like missing one evening!!"

She looked up at him, very worried now. He wasn't going to try and prevent her from going to work now, was he??

"Jerry baby, c'mon over here, lets kiss and make up?? Pleaes????!!"
she fluttered her eye lids, and managed a smile, hoping he'd be mollified.
 
Jerry looked at her and smiled softly. He stood up and walked over to her, still hanging from her wrists, barely able to stand on her toes, her face and tits splattered with his and her blood.

He put his hand softly, sweetly on her neck. "Kiss and make up, huh?" he asked, before the expression on his face darkened and his hand tightened around her neck. "Is that all it takes?" He cut off her air supply now, his big hand fully gripping her neck. He watched in sick pleasure as she tried to gasp for air, her eyes bulging, and then her eyelids fluttered, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out, her head falling forward.

He awoke her a moment later with a vicious backhand across the face.

"You're done working, bitch. You're done having any kind of life apart from serving me, you got that? I'm gonna take the next two weeks off work just to get this little relationship in order."

He found himself hoping she would keep arguing with her. He was enjoying beating her entirely too much.
 
She smiled as jerry came over toward her. "kiss and make up huh?" she smiled as his hand touched her neck and then tightened, and tightened cutting off her air supply.

She struggled, thrashing about frantically, as her body fought for what it required, before black spots formed in her vision, and it went dark.

A stinging slap ot her cheek woke her and jerry dropped the bomb shell... He wasn't going to allow her to work anymore!! She loved her job and began to cry.

Her wrists and shoulders were killing her, her thighs burned from standing on her toes, and her feet cramped.

"Please jerry! Give me another chance! Let me prove to you how much I love you? Untie me and...... And I'll do what you like, whatever you want, or need to show you I mean it! Baby, please??!"

She wanted her job back, but she figured that she needed to sweet talk him some first.
 
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