Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 21
The week went by rather quickly. Fortunately for me there was plenty to
do at work, plus I was under the gun to make up for all that time I'd lost
thanks to JJ. Speaking of the wicked witch, or was that bitch, she kept her
distance except for one quick foray toward the end of the week. It was as close
to an apology as I would get, as she hinted strongly that both she and Fran
would be more than willing to submit themselves to my tender mercies as a way of
balancing the scales, thus allowing our relationship to continue. I gave her a
noncommittal response which did not sit well based on her body language, but at
this point I frankly didn't care at all about how she felt about anything.
Saturday evening I decided to take a look at the nurse Nora tape. Nora
turned out to be not what I expected. She was a tall brunette, on the thin side,
and appeared to be in her early forties. She was wearing only a frilly garter
belt that framed her hairy pubes. This woman had a major muff, it curled up her
thighs and featured a happy trail that ended at her navel.
The lighting was strictly industrial, a harsh glare from a bank of
bright bare bulbs that overhung the stage upon which she stood. Kneeling beside
her was an emaciated young girl with close cropped blonde hair who looked to be
in her mid teens. She was stark naked and had heavy metal rings hanging from her
shrunken breasts. The nipples were capped with some kind of spider-like metal
fasteners, and she wore a leather dog collar to which a chain leash was
attached. Currently nurse Nora was holding said chain in her hand. This had to
be Bones, her latest slave. The tall brunette produced a large bowl and placed
it on the floor in front of the girl, who quickly picked it up and held it at
arms length.
Nora opened her mouth and jammed two fingers down her throat, gagging
herself and producing a stream of vomit that was captured in the bowl held by
her slave. I looked away from the disgusting spectacle, but still could hear the
sound of vomiting and the little gasps from Bones as she tried to catch every
bit of the foul mess that issued from Nora's mouth. I remembered Rod's
description of this event and waited for the rest of this scene to unfold. It
did not take long at all.
The thin brunette squatted over the bowl that was still being held by
her slave and began to piss, releasing a powerful stream of dark yellow liquid
that quickly mingled with the vomit that she had previously produced. She
continued to flood the bowl, splattering the girl with a spray of vomit and piss
as she struggled to make sure that every drop was collected. Seeing is believing
and soon the large bowl was filled to the brim. Nora kept going and a puddle
began forming on the floor beneath the full bowl.
The camera zoomed in on Nora's scowling face, then panned back to
include her hapless slave struggling to hold her position. Then the tall woman
moved forward so that her stream of piss was now splashing over Bones, soaking
her head and then moving down over her chest. Suddenly Nora grabbed her slave's
head and jammed it into the forest of pubic hair guarding her cunt. "Drink it
all you miserable pig!" Nora exclaimed. The bowl fell from the girl's shaking
hands and shattered on the floor.
Once and again Nora boxed the ears of her slave with her open hands,
then balled them into fists and smashed them against the girl's neck. All the
while Bones' mouth remained glued to her cunt, sucking up every drop of pee that
issued from her mistress. I lost count of the number of times that Nora slammed
her fists into the head and neck of the bony teen, but at last she stopped.
"Clean up that mess you made and be quick about it!" Nora screamed, once
more cuffing the girl. Bones turned away and her head went down to the floor so
she could begin to vacuum up the slops. Fortunately for her the bowl had broken
into large pieces and she was able to avoid swallowing any of the shards that
littered the floor. The tall brunette followed the girl around, kicking her
viciously every minute or so as a spur to make sure she got every drop licked
up. A particularly vicious kick to the ribs made Bones collapse on her side.
Nora aimed kick after kick to her stomach until the girl began to vomit. The
nurse held out her hand and a shadowy figure placed a riding crop into her hand
as smoothly as if the two of them were passing a baton.
"You have only a few minutes to get every drop up from this floor or
I'll have every inch of your skin whipped from your miserable ass and back."
To emphasize her threat the nurse landed a cruel cut across the lower
portion of the girl's back, bringing a gasp of pain from her. For the next few
minutes nurse Nora slashed away at the girl's unprotected body as she
frantically tried to literally vacuum up every drop of vomit and piss that
covered the stage. At this point curiosity got the better of me and I decided to
fast forward to the debut of my wayward wife.
Suddenly there she was, or was it her? I took a good look at the
obviously pregnant woman who was securely strapped to the medical examination
table while my mind tried to make sense out of what I was seeing. She had auburn
colored hair like Jill, but it was unkempt and had been crudely chopped short,
not at all like the most recent pictures I had of my untrustworthy mate. This
woman's face was round, almost pig-like, her eyes nearly hidden by her puffy
cheeks. Her breasts were huge, the swollen gourd shaped mounds not only spread
across her chest, they actually flowed into her armpits as well.
Then I saw the deep furrows that were located at the base of each tit,
and my mind quickly flashed back to what Rod had told me about his wife
regularly hanging Jill by her breasts from a tree located on their property.
That would explain not only the furrows, but the shape of this woman's pillowy
breasts, slowly formed over time by hour after hour of steady force stretching
the muscle and skin into this configuration. I mentally went through all the
photos I had received of Jill and realized that none of the most recent package
clearly showed either her face or her breasts, mainly focusing on her cunt,
asshole and mouth as they were stretched and reamed by all manner of things. As
my mind scrambled to make sense of all this conflicting information, the voice
of nurse Nora caught my attention.
"I'd like to introduce a special guest, she is the sister of a good
friend of mine and is currently undergoing treatments aimed at correcting her
morbid need for excessive amounts of sexual intercourse. To date she has proven
to be most resistant to the standard approaches typically used to correct this
form of aberrant behavior."
It was Jill, but how could it be? What I was about to hear from nurse
Nora made no sense at all. What happened after her little lecture consisting of
pseudo science mixed with metaphysical mumbo-jumbo made me doubt my own sanity
for a time.
"The wages of sin is death, sayeth the prophet, and so the result of
uncontrollable sexual urges can be disease and perhaps pregnancy, especially if
the possessed one is fecund and makes no attempt to protect herself as she
wallows in her lusts. What you see before you is not natural, it is a treatment
that I have developed after many long years of labor. I have been assisted by
many people who believe as I do. Neither I nor they however may take credit for
what you see before you; that is reserved for He who has no name, the spirit
form that guided my search and revealed things to me that were not previously
known."
As she spoke, the camera zoomed in on Jill and stayed there as nurse
Nora continued her story. As I listened my eyes took in much more detail of my
absent wife's condition. Although her breasts were much larger than I'd ever
seen, the nipples and areolae had not changed in size or color. There was no
doubt that her belly was distended to near its limit. The way she was secured to
the table gave a clear view of both her vulva and anus. There was no evidence
that either entrance was plugged. I did however notice that she was
catheterized. Her mouth was also free of any obvious obstruction. That pretty
much eliminated the idea that some type of liquid had been pumped into her to
create the appearance that she was pregnant. There is no way she could possibly
avoid trying to reflexively rid herself of such a large quantity of liquid. Her
breathing was labored, most likely caused by the pressure that her bloated belly
must be exerting against her lungs, especially in this prone position. I shook
myself and concentrated on listening to nurse Nora as she went on about this
treatment that Jill had experienced.
"One week ago I began by injecting a special solution into this
slattern's uterus that toughened it to the point that its rapid expansion could
be tolerated without rupturing. The next day I pumped another solution of
chemicals into her that was activated by the temperature of her body to produce
a dense foam which expanded and stretched the walls of the birthing chamber.
Each day thereafter she received more of the solution, causing her uterus to
swell further to accommodate the growing pressure from the ever expanding foam.
My measurements indicate that for her height and bone structure, she has the
girth typical of a woman well into her eighth month of pregnancy. To make her
"pregnancy" even more realistic she has been receiving doses of diuretics to
stimulate her kidneys. To make matters even more uncomfortable a catheter has
been inserted into her bladder to control her ability to void its contents. She
has also been given drugs that have caused her breasts to become swollen and
itchy, her ankles to swell and her body in general to retain large quantities of
water."
"Today I intend to give her a final injection which should bring her to
full term and perhaps a bit beyond. Once this state has been achieved she will
receive as much sexual stimulation as she can tolerate. This will be done to
make what follows even more traumatic. She will then be forced to, in a sense,
give "birth" without the benefit of sedatives or undergoing any dilation. It
should be a memorable experience for this unfortunate creature and one that
hopefully will correct her aborrhent behavior when it comes to matters sexual."
Almost against my will I was hanging on every word from nurse Nora. The
temptation to fast forward grew with each passing second, but I resisted. What
happened next took me completely by surprise. Nora walked quickly over to where
Jill lay, and yanked the catheter free, bringing a grunt of pain from the
helpless woman. Then she reached down and came up holding a syringe that looked
to me more like a caulking gun in size. In a blink of an eye she plunged it deep
into Jill's bulging belly and I almost came off my chair in shock. My wayward
wife hardly reacted to what appeared to be almost a death blow. Pushing one hand
down against Jill's bloated body for leverage, the nurse began to thumb the
plunger, slowly injecting its contents into her abdomen. The camera zoomed in to
capture a close-up of the actual injection. It was then possible for me to see
the circle that had been drawn on Jill's midsection. The syringe was perfectly
centered within the circle.I had been deliberately victimized by a cheap trick
not even worthy of a second-rate magician.
Nurse Nora stepped back after finishing the injection and broke into a
smile that was more like a grimace. The camera panned out, which allowed me to
see Jill's entire body. As predicted, her belly began to slowly expand, causing
her to grunt and moan. I could not help but wonder if this treatment, short term
as it might be, would leave Jill with stretch marks. I thought that would be a
fitting punishment for her whoring ways, to carry around stretch marks from a
phantom pregnancy that would make her less attractive to the type of men that
she seemed to favor. I was fascinated by the sight of the spidery blue lines
that covered the taut skin of her abdomen. Her midsection continued to gradually
expand, and Jill responded with louder groans and then cries for relief. The
smile on Nora's face broadened, reacting strongly to the struggles and screams
that issued from Jill as she fought against the leather straps holding her body
onto the table.
Once again a disembodied hand gave something to nurse Nora. She held it
out and once again the camera zoomed to closeup. It was a metal cylinder perhaps
eight inches in length that I initially took to be a flashlight. Nora touched
the base and a second metal section moved smoothly from its nested position
within the cylinder. The diameter of this part expanded to nearly twice that of
the orginal cylinder as it locked into position, now adding about six extra
inches to the instrument's original length. Then Nora pressed the base once more
and the new section returned to its nested state, the girth shrinking to allow
its return. She twisted the base and this time the little machine reconfigured
itself at a much more rapid rate. It was then that I got the eerie feeling that
this tool was going to wind up inside Jill's body, and there seemed to be only
two choices for its new home.
My suspicion was almost immediately confirmed. Nora held the tool in her
hands and went through the previous motions, only more rapidly. The machine
hummed into life, getting longer and thicker, then returning to its original
state briefly before repeating itself. I wondered what institution of higher
learning had produced the evil mechanical engineer who designed and built this
combination pussy and colon punisher and whether the US Patent Department fully
understood its purpose. It turned out to have another obvious use that I had
overlooked, probably because my focus was only on a very narrow portion of
Jill's anatomy.
The slim brunette approached Jill who by now was making one hell of a
lot of noise. Her screams and moans were so loud that I had to turn down the
volume control on my set for fear of alarming the neighbors. Nora leaned over
Jill's bulging belly and pinched her nostrils together. My slut of a wife took a
big mouthful of air, probably planning to deafen all within the sound of her
voice. At that moment Nora slid the cylinder into her mouth and jammed it deep
down her throat. If that wasn't punishment enough, she then flicked the tool
into motion and Jill's eyes tried to pop out of her head as the extension tube
made its way even deeper, further stretching her throat as it expanded.
Nora was one merciless bitch. Even I, her outraged cuckold of a
husband, was appalled at the woman's cruelty towards Jill. She held the tube
steady allowing the little machine to cycle through its routine a number of
times. My wayward wife's face began to change color rapidly as her air supply
was shut off completely by the intruder. Her bloated body thrashed mindlessly
against its bonds while her eyes rolled back into her head. I was so captured by
the scene that I forgot to breathe, perhaps acting in sympathy to the plight of
the former light of my life. Immediately after Nora pulled the mucous coated
cylinder from Jill's throat I resumed breathing and hit the stop button in order
to get myself together before seeing what else lay ahead for my less than
faithful wife.
The screen came up and the fun began once more. Nora coated the little
machine with some lubricant and then slowly worked it into Jill's vagina. It was
slow going, which surprised me. After all that portion of her anatomy had been
getting plenty of exercise in the past few months. Nora took her sweet time,
pausing every inch or so to rock the tube from side to side and move it up and
down within her victim. Jill mumbled and yelled as much as her very sore throat
would allow. It was apparent that the tube had done some damage to her throat
lining and perhaps even her vocal cords. With about half the original length of
the tube now inside the helpless woman, Nora started to ratchet up the pain
level.
She must have fired up the tool because my bloated wife went absolutely
nuts. The shreiks and other eerie sounds that came from her made the hair on the
back of my neck stand at attention. In my mind's eye I could visualize the
pressure that the extending section of this machine must have been causing in
her formerly tight pussy. The grin on Nora's face said it all. She had Jill
totally at her mercy and was going to make her wish she never had been born.
Nora did a pretty good job of it over the next ten minutes. She never did get
the entire thing inside Jill, but she gave it the old college try, even ignoring
the sprays of urine that spurted from the juncture beween Jill's nearly
transparent cunt lips and the bright metal of the buzzing tool from hell.
When she realized that her victim's cunt had taken all it could possibly
handle, she left the cylinder in place, perhaps two inches showing, and enjoyed
the sight of Jill trying to climb out of her skin as her insides were battered
bloody. Nora looked directly into the camera and spoke. I could have sworn she
was in the room with me as she said, " This bitch lives for sex, for having hard
cocks plowing away inside her dirty, wet cunt as she glories in her animalistic
urges. Tonight she will have the ultimate in pleasure as often as she can
tolerate it. Beyond that she will give birth, a horribly painful birth, to a
monstrosity that is the evil that has dwelled in her womb for year after year.
If all goes as it should she will be free of the demon that has dwelled within.
She will be able to renounce Satan and break free of his domain, no longer known
as Satan's Whore."
I just sat there with my mouth open and my dick in my hand, figuratively
speaking. Once again I had encountered the secret phrase and began looking for
the duck from "You Bet Your Life" to drop from the ceiling as Groucho arched his
eyebrows, leered knowingly and knocked the ashes from his cigar.
A few things happened that I had to catch later because my mind had
started to wander big time. A particularly passionate scream that seemed to come
from Jill's black heart roused me from my stupor. She was beating her head
against the padding that covered the examination table, trying desperately, but
unsuccessfully, to knock herself out. Nora busied herself between Jill's splayed
thighs, spreading her cunt lips to get at the little sex button that was still
hidden away behind its hood of flesh. The nurse was not to be denied and shortly
she coaxed the pink bud out from it home, captured it securely between thumb and
forefinger and placed a metal cap over it, locking it into place with a twist. I
couldn't help wondering if this little trinket was another creation of the evil
genius that built the cylinder that was still hard at work simultaneously
widening Jill's vagina and pummeling her cervix.
Another baton pass between Nora and the mystery hand provided her with
something that looked like a tuning fork except for the battery pack at its
base. She pressed a button on its side and started moving it over the mouth of
Jill's well stretched pussy. The almost transparent labia began to take on
color. Nora moved the fork to the capped clitoris of her victim and Jill arched
immediately and then her body began to undulate, the hips swiveling to slam her
body down against the padded surface and lift it upwards to meet the tuning fork
again. Whatever that metal thing was doing sure had changed Jill's attitude in a
big hurry. She began to grunt in rhythm with her body's movements. Her cunt lips
grew fatter and more colorful. Believe me, I'm no expert on the female orgasm,
but in recent times I've been around enough of them to know that what I was
witnessing had to be the beginning of a major league blowoff, the gusher to end
all gushers.
Nora started teasing her victim, deliberately withholding the magic wand
just as she was on the verge of a mindblowing release of her sexual tensions. I
even got frustrated with her actions as over and over she brought my slutty wife
closer and closer to her holy grail, the perfect orgasm. Then Nora stopped
playing games and set Jill off on a journey that she probably never remembered.
Her bloated body bounced and shuddered madly as wave after wave of sensations
that no man could begin to describe rippled, raced and rammed their way through
her. Her mouth was open but no sound came from it. The camera moved in to show
her nipples, now stiff and swollen, as if they had been dipped in molten steel.
A spray of mysterious fluid made the air appear to shimmer as it arced from her
in wave after wave, matching the thrusts her pelvis was making as she squeezed
off orgasm after orgasm. Once again I felt light-headed and there was a
heaviness in my chest as what was occurring took all of my energy to assimilate.
I guess I wasn't the only one to get swept up in this awesome event. In
retrospect, that is after I reran the tape a few times, it appeared that Nora
had lost it as well. She began to use the fork as a baton, conducting a concerto
of pain and pleasure that was being played over her victim's writhing form.
She'd hold her baton against the cylinder protruding from her cunt, and Jill's
body would literally rise into the air as monsterous, magnified waves of sexual
energy blasted deep inside that tunnel of frenzied lust. Jill's cunt lips were
crimson by now and swollen to unbelievable proportions, nearly obscuring that
part of the fat cylinder poking from the maelstrom of frothing sexual madness
churning within her. Then it would be time for another section of the orchestra
to be heard from and so the wand would move to her capped clitoris. Nora would
actually touch the tuning fork to the metal cap and create sparks. Jill in turn
would literally begin to foam at the mouth as her senses were overloaded. By now
her fat nipples were black and the region surrounding them was approaching the
color of her swollen labia. Her chest was scarlet from the constant orgasms that
rolled through the quaking lump of sex flesh that she had become. This was no
thing of beauty, no butterfly evolving from its chrysalis, it was a sheer,
blind, primordial force that had been unlocked.
Even though I have run this tape repeatedly, I have never been able to
go beyond this point without taking a lengthy respite from the raw energy and
conflicts that flowed from this scene worthy of a twentieth century Hieronymus
Bosch.
