Chapter 3

“When Mick brought that picture home, it came with a small box. It was a sort of velvet. He spent the next three weeks in his home office reading everything he could find that had anything to do with Aztec religion and evil magic and curses.”

“Were you cheating on him then?”

I got quiet and looked at the floor for a bit. I was a cheater. That had been determined twice now, so I had nothing to hide. I looked up and directly into the large man’s eyes.

“Yes. Detective, I hate Mick. It took about three months after our marriage for me to realize that he was a sadistic monster. By then I was pregnant with our first. He threatened to cut it out of me if I didn’t do what he said. From that day on I have been his sexual slave. He does everything to me anyone can imagine, except share me with other men. He does love me and is intensely jealous. I believe that’s why he killed my lovers. I believe he would have killed more if he could have found us together.”

Detective Ocelotl looked at me seriously. In any other context this would all be crazy talk, but he knew something. I continued to speak and asked, “Have you found the connection between the two dead men and their families collecting big insurance payouts that they didn’t know were in effect?”

“Yes, five million dollars in both cases.”

“Mick took those out and did it under cover so they couldn’t be traced to him. I know because he told me after they were dead.”

“Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. Is there something in the legend about protecting the innocent?”

“Not that I know of, but I don’t know everything. Many parts of the legends were passed down verbally from generation to generation and may have been lost over time.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“My first inclination would be to be able to find that bracelet. It would seem to be the way he controls the explosion.”

“Well then I’m going to guess that he keeps it at home since that is where the picture is located. It sits on his old roll-top desk.”

“Mrs. O’Dell/ I’d need a search warrant to go into your house and look around, but you don’t and if you find something suspicious you could then report it to me. and I could investigate.”

“OK. When I get home, I’ll look around and see what I can find.”

“But please be careful. He’s already killed two, we don’t want you to be number three.”

“He might punish me or rape me some more, but I don’t think that he’ll kill me. But I hear you. I’ll be careful.

When I got home, I checked the time to be sure that Mick would not be walking in on me. I had about three hours to do my search and that would leave me thirty minutes to compose myself before he got home. I went to his office. The door was open like always and I did a close visual search of everything on the desk, taking care to not touch anything.

Nothing looked unusual. Everything on the desk was items anyone would find on any office desk anywhere. I looked more closely at the picture Mick had gotten. Aztec art is so complicated. The dog was block-like and had no rounded lines. There were what appeared to be rays of light coming from behind its body.

The dog had sharp teeth inside a large open mouth, and it had wide open, wild eyes. I carefully looked behind the picture and found a piece of very old looking folded paper. I took out a tissue and picked up the picture, turning it over to see that the paper looked really old and was inserted into the back of the picture frame. I left it in place and returned the picture to its original place on the desk.

I then took the time to look at the desk itself. It was part of the things that Mick had owned before we married. It looked to be very old and yet was in very good condition. I guess it was true that they just didn’t build them like that anymore. As I looked down the sides, I noticed something strange.

As the light from the room’s lamp shone on the desk, I could see a portion of the side of the desk that appeared to have been scraped, either from something hitting it or from something sliding against it. Just then a sudden memory came back to me. In one of my favorite movies, National Treasure, there was an old desk with a hidden compartment.

I placed my hand on the scuff mark and pressed. Nothing happened. I tapped on it and it sounded hollow. At this point I decided to stop before I left clues that I’d been snooping around Mick’s desk.

When Mick came home, he asked me how my day had been.

“It was scary. A Detective came by and asked me questions about Bill and Brian. He said that he had been watching video of their deaths and could figure out how their heads had exploded. He said they ruled out a gun shot. The way he described it sounded like he was leaning towards calling it black magic.”

“And what did you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. I know you did it, but I don’t know how a man’s head can just explode. I don’t want to cause the deaths of anyone else, so I’m not going to have any more affairs.”

“Good. Bend over and present yourself.”

I lifted my skirt and bent over the couch. Mick took me and after he came, he made me stand there until his seed had all dripped out of me. Then he ordered me to clean up the mess and prepare dinner. During dinner, we talked about the world, in general, until I had to ask another question.

“Mick, I know that you are my master and can take me anytime you wish, but may I ask a favor?”

“Of course, my love.”

“If I am no longer straying, can I please use some lubricant when you take me? If I’m not being punished, may I please derive a little pleasure from it? The past several times I’m still dry when you push in and it hurts. Besides, it can’t feel good to you either. I can carry a small tube of lubricant in my pocket. Just a squirt and a rub on your cock or around my pussy will make a big difference.”

“Then you can have quickies with someone else too, right?”

“NO! I insisted loudly. “I don’t want to cause anymore deaths, and I want to at least feel some pleasure if I’m not being punished. Please, Mick.”

“Very well. It does hurt when I take your ass dry. I see no reason to deny and me this. But if you do wrong, your punishment will be most severe.”

“Thank you, my love.” I said, wondering what could be more severe than what he had repeatedly already done to me.

The next morning, I went to the pharmacy and I bought several small tubes of K-Y lubricant. I figured some for our bedroom and to carry with me. Then I stopped at the police station and asked for Detective Ocelotl.

“Hello, Deb. How can I help you?”

“I looked around Mick’s office yesterday when I got home. There is a hidden panel in his old roll-top desk and there is some sort of old paper on the back of the picture he has on his desk of that Aztec dog.”

He sat in silence for a few minutes and then asked, “Would you be able to bring that picture in?”

“What about your search warrant rules?”

“You are bringing the picture of an old Aztec relic to me so I can tell you about it and then you can get your husband a gift that will be a companion piece and complement the picture on his desk.”

“OK. What a wonderful idea for a gift for my wonderful husband. I’ll bring it in tomorrow.”

I went home and was feeling so good that when Mick came home, I was naked and all lubed up front and back. Mick took me in both holes and deposited a large squirt of cum in my ass. This time he allowed me to keep the deposits inside me until I got to the shower. As I was washing, he stuck his head in the shower.

“Is this going to be a normal thing?”

“Well, Mick. I promised to be only yours from now on. I enjoyed just now, and if you don’t mind it, I don’t mind it either. Tonight, in bed would you please fuck my face and complete the set for the day?”

He smiled and nodded. I finished washing his cum from my body, scrubbing like I was covered and filled with some kind of infectious pus. I put the handheld shower head to the massage setting and I directed it into my open pussy to make sure that I washed all of Mick out of me.

In the morning, I gave Mick a good day blow job and made a show of swallowing before I sucked and licked him clean and then lovingly stuffed his cock back into his pants. After he left, I went to the bathroom, knelt before the toilet and stuck my fingers down my throat and puked his cum out of me.