Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 20
I dragged myself into my apartment, checked to see if my fancy
electronics had captured my wife's session with nurse Nora, it had, and went to
bed. It was dark outside when I awoke. When I moved to get out of bed I got this
shooting pain in my groin. Gingerly I slipped from beneath the covers and sat
up. The pain was still there, but not as strong. I shuffled down to the bathroom
to take a leak and discovered that little Mikey was in very bad shape. My cock
was shriveled up to the size of a peanut and its color was definitely not
normal. I'd heard of blue balls, but this was ridiculous. That was nothing once
I started to pee. The pain was sharp and steady, running from the tip of my
shrunken dick to my asshole. I doubled over and pissed on the bathroom floor and
even put some on the wall beside the toilet.
Somehow I managed to pull on my clothes and call a cab to take me to the
nearest hospital. There was no way I could drive in this condition. An hour
later I was being examined by a bemused young intern who clucked when he saw the
teeth marks decorating my dick, asked a few rather personal questions, then did
his best to cover up his grin as he diagnosed my condition. It was not life
threatening, would respond to certain medications he would prescribe, and
required that I stay off my feet for at least a week. He then added insult to
injury, stating that under no circumstances should I engage in any sexual
activity, including masturbation, for at least two weeks. I'll bet he and his
buddies must have laughed themselve sick once he told them my story.
As I limped out of the examining area and headed for the pharmacy, it
dawned on me that I was a lucky man. Those two women had almost crippled me for
life, and it had been mostly my fault. I had misjudged JJ badly. She is what she
is, a cruel, domineering woman. I was just lunch meat as far as she was
concerned. My earlier successes with Allie, Nancy, WooWoo and Glinda had either
been charity or dumb luck. I had learned little, if anything, about the workings
of the "different" sex mind.
During my convalescence JJ called twice, reaching my answering machine
both times. She was smart enough to realize that my failure to respond to these
overtures indicated less than warm feelings toward her. She did not call again.
I refrained from viewing the nurse Nora session for fear that it might cause
more harm than good to me at this point in my recovery; but did contact my
in-laws down South to check on Jill's progress.
Her aversion therapy had moved to a new level, but she still was not
properly responding. Every day last week she had been strapped down to an
examining table, legs spread and held in position by straps while her innards
were rearranged by a huge, motor-driven metal probe programmed to give her the
fucking of her life. Each time she went over the edge, her wet pussy was blasted
with a powerful jolt of high voltage electricity. Unlike the electroshock
treatments, this one did not kill brain cells and could be used for much longer
periods of time. The staff was impressed by her ability to have one orgasm after
another despite the fact that her cunt was being fried to a crisp. Things came
to a head last weekend when they gave her a double session that lasted nearly
three hours. She passed out twice during the second session, but kept on
squeezing off climaxes once she regained her senses.
Starting this week she was undergoing some minor surgery aimed at
preventing or making it more difficult to experience an orgasm. The blood flow
to her genitals was going to be surpressed, plus a time released anesthetic was
going to be implanted in the region of her clitoris which would keep it in a
numbed condition around the clock for at least a week. Beyond this they were
considering an approach where Jill would be given a series of drugs that would
make her experience all the discomforts of being pregnant, such as continuous
morning sickness, water retention, swollen ankles, and kidneys that worked
overtime to keep her bladder filled to capacity.
Because of Jill's unique status at the hospital, being both a patient
and a nurse's aide, it was necessary that the various members of the medical
staff who interacted with her in either capacity coordinate their activities. In
this case the "phantom pregnancy" was going to neatly dovetail with her new
assignment that involved breast modification through drugs. The gory details of
this new challenge for the hospital's crash test dummy were still being kept
under wraps.
Naturally my in-laws were curious about my reaction to the nurse Nora
session. Without going into details, I told them I had it in my computer, but
was unable to retrieve it for viewing. Currently the local cyber doctor, a
rather precocious high school student, was working diligently to get it
unlocked. It was a day-to-day proposition as far as when I'd be able to access
it. I begged them to refrain from saying anything that would get in the way of
my enjoyment once the guru solved the problem. My ability to lie was improving
with practice, something else that was beginning to eat at me.
As the medication did its thing and my equipment began to return to
normal, I found myself spending time devising all sorts of torments that could
be visited upon JJ and Fran. Many of them were pretty far-fetched, such as
running JJ's big tits through a set of laundry rollers while a large dog reamed
out her asshole, or dunking a securely restrained Fran in a vat filled with her
own piss, shit and vomit. I'd close my eyes, turn on the projector and enjoy the
sights and sounds associated with their humiliating torments. Sometimes I'd
imagine them being interrogated by Vlad and his buddy, the parson. I could
almost smell the stink of sizzling flesh as they were raped with cattle prods,
burned with soldering irons and had cannon crackers exploded inside their cunts
and assholes. The nice thing about these fantasies was that the two bitches
never died, never got tired of begging and screaming for relief, and always
bounced back in perfect condition for another round of fun and games.
At first when the dangerous visions began scrolling I was a bit
uncomfortable with my guilty pleasures. Then as they became more detailed and
refined, the sense of my power to create and control them quickly overcame any
residue of guilt left behind by too many years in the boy scouts. I became
somewhat instrospective, examining and analyzing these warped images that sprang
full blown from the darker side of my personality. Of interest my creations
never featured mutilation or disfigurement. JJ and Fran never lost any parts,
no matter how extreme the violence to their bodies. I never was part of the
fantasies, always just there with a great seat from which to observe the action.
They never were raped by people, just dogs of all sizes and varieties,
singularly or in packs depending upon my mood. On occasion they would couple,
under duress of course, with a burro or two, perhaps a troop of apes or an
occasional pony. For some odd reason I never dreamed up a scenario for them that
featured a horse. Could it be that I had reserved that idea exclusively for my
tramp of a wife? To the best of my knowledge Allie was still negotiating to
have Jill mated to a horse. I made a mental note to inquire about that deal the
next time I spoke to her or Rod.
After a week of solitude it was good to get back to work. The
organization had managed to function without me, something that no employee
wants to hear. However there was the usual backlog of weekend strangeness to
deal with. A few folk dropped by to check up on me, and all those I ran into on
my daily rounds seemed glad to see me back at the old stand. Since there was no
good reason to be in JJ's work area, I did not have to deal with that issue for
at least today. It would take a major effort of the will not to react in a less
than professional manner when it became necessary to interact with that harridan
disguised as somebody's maiden aunt. Hopefully this little bump in the road
would be soon forgotten. "Don't bet on it asshole." remarked the little voice in
my head.
When I got home that evening there was a message from Allie on the
machine. The date for my wayward wife's session with the parson had been
finalized. Next Saturday she'd meet the man mountain on his home turf and a good
time would be had by all except Jill. Then she shifted gears and casually
mentioned that her sister had begun to take injections that would have her
lactating within the week. I could almost see the evil smile on my
sister-in-law's face as she broke the news. Things were really going to get
interesting in the weeks to come. Hopefully I'd be in good enough condition to
properly enjoy the nurse Nora session next weekend.
My thoughts shifted back to Jill's encounter with the parson. That was
going to be one hell of a mismatch. I only hoped that he'd at least ship me the
promised tape by express mail. I thought back to the time I'd watched his last
tape in the company of WooWoo. That had been an excellent afternoon for me. I
think WooWoo got some kicks from it as well. Then it dawned on me that my little
Asian fuck buddy should be returning next weekend from where ever she went. I
wondered if that meant I'd also perhaps be seeing Willa again. Deep down I knew
that was not in the cards.
