Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 11
There is no rest for the wicked, as I learned upon returning to my
apartment. It felt as if I'd just drifted off when the door bell rang, and rang,
and rang. Finally I couldn't stand the insistent sound any longer. I got out of
bed, shrugged on my robe and answered the door. My life had just gotten a little
more complicated.
Confronting me was my skinny Asian playmate and what appeared at first
blush to be a living scarecrow. "Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" WooWoo
said in a tone that indicated she was less than enchanted with the way she and
her companion were being received. Then it all came back to me in a rush; the
scarecrow had to be the mysterious Willa and the two of them were here at my
invitation, such as it was considering the last conversation we'd had.
I stood back and let WooWoo and her gremlin-like escort enter. She made
a beeline for the couch, closely followed by this very short wraith of a girl. I
noticed that she carried that same large tote bag that last time had contained
some very interesting items that had taken up residence in my apartment. I
couldn't help but wonder what new and interesting toys might pop from the
cavernous depths of that bag this time.
Shirley settled herself on the couch and made an exasperated sound,
equal parts sigh and sneer, and then said, "The only reason we are here is that
Willa wanted to meet you. At this point in her life I can't refuse Willa
anything even though what she wishes may harm her." Then this skinny teenager
burst into tears,taking me completely by surprise. What the hell was going on?
I glanced over to the girl who was still standing beside the couch
staring off into space. She seemed to be oblivious to her friend's sobbing.
While I waited for Shirley to regain her composure my senses focused on this
strange being. She was well short of five feet in height, had unkempt, stringy
blonde hair and watery blue eyes that peeked out from sockets that seemed to be
pure bone and skin. She was much older than Shirley, how much was very difficult
to say. Her face was all angles and points, flat where one normally expected
curves, concave rather than convex, and seemingly devoid of the protection of
flesh. It gave me the creeps to stare at this skeleton like visage. The rest of
her body from neck to ankles was cloaked in something akin to a serape so there
was no way to judge what lay beneath.
Finally WooWoo stopped blubbering long enough to say, "Want to see what
has happened to my lover? Perhaps then you'll understand wny I'm crying. With
those words she looked up at the motionless scarecrow of a girl and said, " Take
off that ugly thing and let him see what you have become."
I was utterly stunned speechless. Although I'd seen many things foreign
to my sight in the last few weeks I was totally unprepared for what Willa
revealed. Her body replicated her face in its geometry, texture and starkness.
There did not seem to be an ounce of flesh on this cadaver that still drew
breath. Worse still her totally vulnerable form was covered in a mosaic of cuts,
bruises, welts, burns, sores and open wounds. They began in the unbelievably
deep hollow below her neck and continued down past her amazingly flat chest
whose contour was unbroken even by nipples. The scars and marks blanketed her
ribcage that stretched the papery skin covering it to its limit and cascaded
down to her jutting hip bones, so unprotected by flesh that the sockets in which
they fit could be easily seen.
Her belly fascinated me. I'd never seen one that was a hollow. Beneath
the welter of scar tissue and fresh markings one could see the spidery network
of blood vessels as well as the ropy tendons arcing across the groin area,
seeming to draw attention to her cunt. It was almost as if I could see through
her. Willa's cunt was totally hairless and strangely swollen; it looked so out
of place among the bleak planes of her body. It had obviously been brutally
ravaged for a long period of time based on the amount of scar tissue and wounds
in various stages of healing that radiated from that crimson gash between her
legs. Its lips were flaccid and tattered. I was too shocked to even want to
imagine what might have caused this condition.
Supporting her fragile torso were a pair of pipe stem legs, all bone and
sinews with a tracery of blue veins. There was so little flesh on these tubes of
skin and bone that her kneecaps seemed oddly misshapen, almost bulging. She
stood there oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked, her long, stick-like
arms hanging down by her shrunken flanks. It was then that I noticed that her
fingers were twisted, almost deformed and many were missing nails. I shuddered
to think what demon from hell had been reponsible for that. It turned out that I
wasn't far wrong.
To say that things had become very uncomfortable would have been an
understatement. I was shocked and more than a bit upset with what I was
witnessing, Shirley was on the verge of hysteria and Willa didn't appear to be
with us at all. Finally WooWoo broke the silence and what she said blew me away.
"Willa needs someone to fuck her good and proper before she leaves me. You're it
by default."
It took a few seconds for me to react, but as images of me screwing this
corpse flashed across my eyes, I cringed. Then there was the fact that her cunt
looked to have been taking some serious dick for quite a long time. I shouted,
"No way! Are you kidding? I'm not into necrophilia! Why don't you offer this
deal to all those guys that obviously have been screwing her bowlegged for god
knows how long?" WooWoo acted like I'd kicked her in the belly,or maybe even
lower down than that. I expected her to come back with something sarcastic or
venomous, but instead she heaved a big sigh and started crying again. Don't ever
underestimate the power of a woman's tears, even a hot tempered skinny one in
her teens.
Shirley's renewed tears seemed to wake her companion from the trance she
had been in. The stick figure of a woman reached down and put a bony hand on the
girl's shaking shoulder. She muttered something that was impossible for me to
understand, but it seemed to bring the girl out of her fit of sorrow. She
reached out and wrapped her arm around Willa's waist and hugged her to her
breast as if she was suckling a child. It was a weird sight because Willa did
look like a small child, a very badly abused small child. For the first time in
a long time I experienced something akin to compassion. I was totally vulnerable
to whatever Shirley would suggest.
WooWoo made me an offer I couldn't refuse. The details are unimportant,
but I escorted them into the bedroom. During those few moments I got a view of
Willa's backside that showed the same terrible pattern of damage. Her shrunken
bottom had been repeatedly shredded, leaving strange, interlayered patterns that
indicated that many different implements of pain had ripped into her flesh over
a long period of time. Worse still each blistered cheek bore the slightly
blurred imprint of a cabalistic symbol that had been burned deep into her flesh
numerous times with some type of crude branding iron.
Once we were in my bedroom things began to get strange. Shirley rummaged
around in that big tote bag and came out with what loked like a child's leather
belt and a handful of plastic ties, the type used for industrial applications.
Willa turned and held her hands together behind her back and allowed Shirley to
secure her pitifully thin arms together starting at the upper portion, then just
above the elbows and finally around the wrists, twisting them until the
emaciated girl gasped in pain. Then she looped the belt around Willa's shrunken
midsection and pulled until the girl's waist was compressed to the point that
the belt nearly disappeared into the folds of skin it had created.
"What the hell is going on?" I exclaimed. "What's with the bondage? Is
this some kind of sick game you two are playing?"
Shirley gave me a look of resignation and patted Willa's bottom
affectionately."There is a lot you don't know right now and I don't really have
the time or stomach to tell you what happened to this poor thing during the past
year. You're just going to have to trust me on this one. Do what I ask and
you'll find out everything that I know, but not today."
I still was far from convinced that I was getting the truth. A raft of
questions lined up in my head and threatened to spill out unless I got more than
this enigmatic "trust me" routine. "Look you claimed she hadn't had sex with a
man for almost a year. Then who the hell tore up her cunt this bad, the Jolly
Green Giant?"
Shirley winced at my question. Her answer made my blood run cold. "For
nearly a year she's been raped over and over by brutes, degenerates, perverts,
crazy people, even animals. Rape is not sex! Rape is torture, humiliation,
inhuman behavior, degradation. It is pure hate fueled by anger and violence.
Look at her; she's a victim of her own weaknesses. She has almost lost her soul
to these monsters and there is nothing I can do about it but tend to her wounds
and try my best to comfort her. Please stop the cross examination and give me
some help!"
I shut up at that point and let things take their course. Shirley
stripped down, exposing her naked body, which in contrast to Willa now seemed
robust. "Well, do I have undress you too, or have you suddenly become shy?" Her
sarcastic remark woke me up and soon I was ready for action except for the small
matter of the very small matter dangling between my legs. This "stud" was
definitely not in any condition to perform, a situation that never before had
happened to me. Then again I'd never seen anything resembling Willa. Then things
got worse. She opened her mouth and revealed a tongue pierced in more places
that I could count.There were a mixture of studs and rings distributed randomly
over its surface. That explained her silence except for the muttering that I
could not understand. Now things had entered the weirdness zone, a higher level
of strange.
The next thing I knew I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Willa was
standing off to the side while WooWoo knelt between my legs diligently
suctioning my limp cock with practiced skill. She sucked it. She kissed it. She
ran her tongue up and down its flaccid length, nothing happened. She licked my
balls. She sucked them. She tickled them while her mouth and tongue did tricks
on the tip of my whang, nothing worked. I don't know which of us was the more
frustrated. "Lie back you miserable worm so I have more room to work." Shirley
hissed. It was then that Willa entered the lists and all hell broke loose.
With Shirley acting as the ring master, Willa and I were soon properly
positioned on the bed with her stick chick friend on her belly between my spread
thighs. The next thing I knew WooWoo's freshly shaven and delightfully scented
cunt was seating itself ondmy face. "Maybe eating some pussy will get your mind
on your job", the teen whispered. She proceeded to grind that thin lipped slit
up and down my face and then made a press fit so tight that I was unable to
breathe. "On the other hand if you don't deliver I just might smother you to
death. How does that sound?" To me it didn't sound well at all. I decided for
the sake of my physical well-being I had better focus my attention on the job at
hand which was to develop some wood. Around that time I felt Willa's metaloid
tongue move slowly across my balls. It was a rush the likes of which I couldn't
explain.
"We have ignition" I thought to myself as I flicked my tongue up into
Shirley's tasty trench and enjoyed the sensation that the collection of rings
and studs embedded in Willa's tongue produced. As long as I didn't see Willa
everything was great. Shirley made it more interesting, shifting her weight and
repositioning her skinny body to give her access to my rapidly growing cock. The
combination of her suctioning mouth and Willa's magic tongue soon had me ready
and willing for whatever fun and games had been planned. Once more I heard the
sound of Shirley rummaging around in that bottomless tote bag, and a satisfied
grunt indicating that she had found whatever it was. I recognized the sound of a
rubber being unwrapped and a few seconds later my stiff cock was being sheathed
in latex. It was showtime.
"Ready to go stud?" WooWoo asked in a tone of voice that seemed to be
saying, "Iknew you could get it up; good boy." She continued to block my view of
whatever was going on, but the sounds of her grunting and then the sensation of
some weight on my thighs could only mean one thing. I'll give the Asian teen
lots of credit for the way she handled the matter, including my stiff dick. She
kept her flat ass between me and Willa, blocking out any distraction that might
interfere with the job at hand. "Here we go baby." WooWoo said in a soft voice.
Who she was talking to was a moot point, but I didn't care too much once my hard
rod of throbbing flesh was enveloped by Willa's cunt. " She likes it very hard
and very fast, don't wimp out on me now." WooWoo said, moving back on her
haunches so that my nose was buried between her flat ass cheeks.
The comment I'd heard repeatedly over the years that there was no such
thing as too much pussy was disproved with a vengeance that long and utterly
exhausting afternoon. Coming on top of last evenings romp with the "staid"
Jillian Jones, this farewell fuckfest damned near killed me! I'm not completely
sure just how many rubbers WooWoo retrieved from her bag, but it may have
approached a half dozen since I distinctly remember very late in the afternoon
Shirley muttering that she hoped a pair of three packs would be enough.
The absolutely amazing thing was that during the entire session I
neither saw nor made any contact with Willa except for my rubber coated cock.
Shirley had effectively turned me into a big, well maybe medium sized now that I
think about it, dildo. Her skinny body acted as a buffer between Willa and me,
no matter what position she had us assume. I remember doing Willa in the doggie
position as Shirley stood with her legs spread over the girl's child-like ass,
hugging me for balance and offering her crepe shaped tits for me to suckle and
bite as my cock ripped away inside her badly abused friend. Another memorable
tableau involved WooWoo straddling Willa's body from a kneeling position,
fenching me passionately while I supported my body against her willowy frame and
jabbed away inside Willa's well loosened channel. Whenever I had to rest, quite
often as the afternoon wore on, her cunt or ass would be locked to my face,
preventing me from viewing my sex partner. It was as if Willa was a gorgon,
capable of turning my sexual fervor into ashes with one withering stare.
Shirley seemed to know exactly what Willa wanted from me. She was like a
drill master, shouting orders to me, "Harder! Do her harder!.... She needs to
feel you inside her... Get those arms extended and thrust, thrust! You can do
it!" Between her monomaniacal desire to wring everything I had to offer from me
and the passive way that Willa accepted everything that I provided it felt as if
I was completely under their control. During this time I lost my sense of self,
became upset, frustrated, even angry for submitting to Shirley's shrill commands
and exhortations, and accepting the lack of response from Willa. It was later,
many weeks later that I finally realized that long afternoon had been a
tremendous growth experience, one that would make it less taxing to cope with
the opposite, or should I say other, sex in the future.
At long last WooWoo and Willa freed me from slavery, but not yet
totally. " I want you to kiss Willa's cunt from top to bottom. Don't ask why,
just do it. Do it well and you can have me for as long as you want. Without my
poor Willa, my life has no direction. Perhaps you can give me some incentive to
renew myself. If not then you can sell me to the devil or those animals that did
this to her. That might be my just reward for letting this happen to her. No
matter,I won't care by then." It was difficult to believe that this was coming
from the mouth of one so young, but then again she was an "other" and what did I
know of that peculiar race of beings?
Shirley popped my limp dick into her warm, wet mouth and chewed on it
gently , hefting my depleted balls in her small hands as she feasted. Willa, her
cunt lips swollen from all the action she'd had this afternoon, began to settle
her childlike body down toward my face so I could begin my final chore of the
session. As her cunt loomed into my field of vision I noticed for the first time
that interspersed in all the cruel evidence of the horrible torments her body
had endured were faint letters that had been crudely cut or scratched into her
flesh some time ago. I began to focus on piecing the letters together and then
my blood froze. Circling her worn out cunt were the words "SATAN'S WHORE".
Although I'd never actually seen them on Nancy, they were the exact words and
location she had carried her mark of the devil when she ran with the mtorcycle
gang. Things had now gone from strange and weird to eerie. I could only wonder
whether this was a coincidence or if there was a connection between these two
women, and what did this have to do with me? My mind kept turning over as I
mechanically worked my lips over her papery skin. Later when it was finished
WooWoo complimented me on my thoroughness and tenderness, never realizing that I
had been in a trance the entire time.
