Wayward Wife's Punishment

                             Wayward Wife's Punishment - Chapter 37

       I felt light-headed and looked around for some place to sit and try to recover from whatever had taken control over me. The shock at seeing those words once again had made me feel as if I had just taken a blow to the stomach. L-squared was so busy with her "engraving" that she didn't notice my distress for some time. Getting rid of this sensation was no easy task, and it still had me in its grip when Lilith realized that something was afoot with Igor, her deformed assistant.

       Her proximity surprised me, that's how focused I was at trying to relieve the pressure on my skull and its inhabitants. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're queasy over what I'm doing to that sow." Responding to her comments was difficult. How do you explain all the goings-on that I had been privy to that revolved around the very words that she was in essence tattooing into JJ's flesh, in the very same spot as all the others? The mystery remained a mystery despite its latest manifestation.

       "What made you decide on those particular words to use? Did you hear a voice, have a vision, or did they just pop into your head?" Lilith was silent for a moment or two before answering that they just sounded like the right words to describe her feelings toward Ms Jones, and they also fit perfectly in her mind's eye before she even started to etch them into JJ's skin. Then she turned the tables, and asked what made me decide to purchase this nasty little set of tools in the first place?

       Once more, I had no answer. They just popped into my field of vision as I was walking down an aisle looking for something else entirely. Yes, I knew they could and would probably be used on JJ, but by me not Lilith. That led me to ask what my intention was at the time, but there was no answer forthcoming. It was as if I was in the impulse buying mode, selecting things that I knew could hurt my former lover and also please my employer who was running the show.

       Lilith reminded me of our first meeting at dinner and how I revealed that I was some kind of a nexus, but had no idea what my true purpose was. Evidently she also had a role to play in my journey, or perhaps she had just finished it. That did not comfort me in the slightest, since I had no idea how many more nodes I would encounter before everything became clear, or my function ceased to be needed. Then it all became background or wallpaper if you're into computer speak. It wasn't a voice I heard commanding me to build an ark or anything like that. It was my marching orders unscrolling before my eyes. I wondered which of the many tenants in my head was running this portion of the show?

       I vaguely remember telling Lilith to go back to her etching, which brought a hearty laugh from my boon companion. Once she was dismissed from my consciousness, I settled down to the task of reading my instructions very carefully. The gang and I were about to pull up stakes and make a perilous journey across the face of this once great country that somehow had lost its way.

       I liked the direction, south, even though it probably meant closing at last any relationship with my wayward wife, Jill, who I rarely thought of anymore. The next stop required us to go west, another direction I looked upon with favor. My destination was shrouded, but I sensed that proper directions would come from someone I'd meet while visiting Jill and her sister for the last time. There was more, much more, but even absorbing this much had exhausted me.

       Lilith was still hard at it with JJ. There was blood dripping from numerous small cuts that the high speed cutting wheel had made in her flesh. The boss was wearing a pair of latex gloves as she rubbed some type of astringent into the bleeding areas to stem the flow. Whatever it was, it carried a considerable punch and the tears were rolling down JJ's cheeks at a goodly rate. She looked up from her labors and gave me a smile of welcome. Making our naked guest even more uncomfortable would give me some time to digest the vision I'd just experienced.

       It was still not time for the grand finale, so something else was in order. Her tits were so swollen from all the mistreatment they had taken, mostly from L-squared, that it would have been a challenge to devise new ones that could substantially add to the pain she was currently enduring. For a brief moment when the forces of evil took control, I was sorely tempted to start punching JJ in the belly and work down to where the fresh tattoo was located. In my mind's eye I could see the vomit sprewing from her nostrils as her eyes bulged and her face became mottled.

       JJ's bottom was in even worse shape than her tits. Those fleshy loaves had been torn to shreds by all sorts of implements. Even now there were spots of fresh blood dotting those meaty mounds. Upon careful inspection it appeared that recently a cane had been used on her as well. I counted dozens of cross-hatched welts overlaying the cuts, dings, bruises and burns that had been accumulated over this weekend. I couldn't resist giving one of her cheeks a vicious pinch, but got almost no reaction. Lilith was still keeping her arch enemy focused on what she was dishing out to her. The latex gloves that L-squared wore gave me an idea. A little rummaging in the kitchen produced a pair of rubber gloves normally used for dish washing, and as luck would have it, I managed to squeeze my hands into them and even flex them into fists.

       Lilith's eyebrows arched as she saw me enter the rec room wearing those yellow rubber gloves. She tried to make a  joke about them, but I guess the look on my face warned her to back off and let me do what I was going to do. I walked around JJ's body to take its measure and let her know that something bad was about to happen to her. Those big tits were tempting targets, but I resisted. Someone in the mob living upstairs clued me into the fact that those big pillowy lumps of fat could not possibly provide enough raw material to bring me down from my current agitated state. It was her plump posterior that was calling me siren-like, and I responded.

       I circled her before taking my stance behind her back, letting JJ sweat for a few moments before making the first attack, a volley of blows that rained down on the top portions of her ass cheeks. They made a strange sound as my gloved fists pounded into her flesh, which proved to be quite tough when compared to the more tender meat located only inches below where my fists were now landing. The shock of each blow ran up my arm like low voltage electricity. I stepped  back, took a deep breath and waded into her once more, this time my punches sank into her welted buttocks. I tried some hooks and they brought muffled grunts from the punching bag that was Jillian Jones.

       I took another breather and looked at Lilith, who was almost gawking at what was taking place.  This gave me another rush of adrenalin, and the beating resumed. I landed some vicious blows to her kidney area and a wicked one-two to the base of her spine. I was so intent on dishing out this brutal beating, the fact that the overstuffed Brit had lost control of her bladder and was pissing on Lilith's prized wooden floor hardly penetrated my fog of fury.

       Had someone barged into our little room, they would have been hard pressed to explain the strange behavior of most of the parties. There was a naked JJ, hanging from her wrists, legs spread wide and fixed to concrete blocks. Covering the front of her bare body was a collection of cuts, bruises, burns, gashes, welts, weals and a fresh, crude tattoo on her pudenda announcing her allegiance to Satan. Behind her, wearing a pair of yellow rubber gloves and a maniacal look on his face, was a man intent on punching his way through her body. On her knees, clad in a sweat suit, was this plump, buxom woman frantically sponging up the urine that was still trickling down the thighs of the bound Brit.

       Each of us were in their own little portion of the universe. The boundaries of mine were JJ's big bottom and cottage cheesed thighs. I had just discovered that relatively virgin territory and was planting my flag into it with one hard blow after another, occasionally stepping back to view the blotches that my fists created. JJ would have a very difficult time getting out of bed tomorrow morning, that was a certainty.

       Knowing the cruel streak in Lilith, she would force her secretary to report for work just to enjoy watching her wimper and grimace every time she had to make any type of movement. By now I was delivering roundhouse blows to the sides as well as the backs of her flabby thighs, thrilling to the sight of each burst blood vessel that I created.

       Suddenly it dawned that JJ's cunt mouth was only an uppercut away. I danced around, bobbing and weaving as if she was an opponent capable of delivering a blow. Then I feinted and stepped into her, bringing my left hand up and into that gash between her legs. I quickly moved back and surveyed her reaction. She struggled weakly against her bonds and then slumped forward, a helpless target. I wasted no time  moving in for the kill, so to speak.

       This time I gave her a right and as I withdrew, another quick left hand smash that landed with as they say, a sickening thud, to her vulva. It was then that Lilith called a halt to the massacre, since a stream of vomit was pouring from JJ's nostrils and her face had taken on a bright red cast. It took me a moment to recover my senses, and move around to the front so I could survey the damage my last two blows had caused.

       Lilith looked a bit queasy at what I'd produced, which made no sense to me. JJ was a bitch and deserved everything she got and more. In fact I happened to remember seeing a broom handle leaning in the corner of the kitchen. For a moment aIl I wanted was to get it and give JJ a few good ones to the kneecaps and maybe jam it into her cunt and as far up her asshole as I could force it, while I had the chance. All the bad things that had happened that terrible night as JJ and her friend Frances nearly ruined me for life came rushing back and nearly took control for a time. I often wondered what might have happened had Lilith just let me go at JJ until I had my fill. Even to this day I shudder at the possibilities.

       For the first time my boss looked frightened at whom she was confronting. When I took a step in her direction, she almost fell backing away from me. That was when I realized that I'd lost it for a brief few moments. Indeed there was a dark side to Jon Ellison, and it might yet stand me in good stead. I made the universal sign for peace, holding my hands out, palms up. She was still suspicious, so I sighed and dropped them to my sides and waited for her next move. Lilith ordered me to take JJ down so she could make sure that no serious or permanent damage had been done. Once more I morphed into Igor and things returned to normal, such as it was in this household.

       The odds of JJ making it to work tomorrow decreased significantly when the results of my loss of control were factored into the equation. No bones had been broken, but the blows to her spine had made certain motions impossible for at least a few days. Lilith made sure that JJ understood the situation vis-a-vis a third party such as a doctor. Any attempt on her part to associate her cuts and bruises with the visit to Lilith's would lead to some very severe penalties, such as another meeting here with her assistant Igor present as well. I felt the hump on my back growing with pride at her reference to me. I was fitting into team Lilith quite well, too bad I was about to desert her for greener pastures. Since Lilith was incapable of escaping  due to her injuries, we left her on the floor and had a caucus.

       When I described what I intended to do to our guest, Lilith's face broke into a huge smile. For a moment I thought I saw some surprise at my ferocity mix into that smile. "What a concept! You'll stitch up the bitch's quim so she can't use it until she has your permission. I presume she'll have to bargain with you for relief. I wonder what you'll ask in return for freeing her. I have some very interesting thoughts on the subject that I want to share before you begin. I'm sure it has crossed your mind that JJ's roommate, Frances, is also worthy of our attention once JJ returns to work."

       Lilith's revelation that Frances would also have to pay for her sins caught me by surprise. I'd already dismissed her from the equation, consoling myself with the fact that JJ had paid dearly for their association, and at some other time Frances would overstep her bounds and at last suffer her well-deserved fate at someone else's hands. The temptation to postpone my journey elbowed into my consciousness, but I remained fixed on my objective. The call to go south was too strong for any significant delay, even for a chance at revenge. Frances would have to be the prey of another.

       With L-squared's help, we half-carried, half-dragged JJ into the downstairs room we'd used yesterday. She was semi-comatose, so getting her up onto the table so we could bind her wrists and ankles to the table legs proved to be an easy task. A couple of pillows elevated her vulva to the proper position for her grand closing.

       The thread was the kind used to sew up leather handbags and the like. The needle was almost as long as a hatpin but about three times thicker. I couldn't help smiling inwardly as I prepared to start closing up JJ's place of business except for a small region at the top of her slit that would allow her to pass urine. For a moment I had the bright idea of inserting a small diameter piece of solid plastic to prevent her bladder from emptying, but thought better of that cruel idea.

       To minimize her struggling, Lilith settled onto JJ's chest, squashing her brutalized tits nearly flat, and bringing some loud yelps and moans from our guest. That led to her being once again gagged with her own panties so no one might get curious about all the noise issuing from Lilith's home.  It was then that Lilith made her suggestion, and it was a doozy!

       "Wouldn't it be a nice gesture on your part to give our guest a little going away memento before sewing her up? I'd be quite willing to assist you in the event that you found it difficult to get into the mood to deliver her gift." I was not at the top of my game when it came to interpreting her words. so Lilith drew me a picture of sorts, causing me to blush at my stupidity. My initial reaction was a resounding no! Why would I want to have sex with this harpy after what had happened previously? Then my boss used words of one syllable to explain why I should do the deed. The more I heard, the better it sounded.

       Since Jillian Jones would be unable to douche afterwards, my little wigglers would take up residence in her twat until they died and some of them festered into a yeast infection or worse. Lilith had some ideas for enhancing the probability that something ugly would start growing in JJ to match her evil ways and sparkling personality. My boss generously offered to assist Mikey in this endeavor with manual or oral stimulation until my little man was ready to do his duty and bury JJ's cunt in a tsunami of spermatozoa. The most difficult part of the process turned out to be climbing on the table with a full blown erection and then  managing to insert it properly and pound away inside the lady until every little wiggler produced by my churning testicles was properly deposited where it would cause the most devilment.

       That task accomplished to Lilith's satisfaction, I took one of the binder clips and used it to compress JJ's outer cunt lips. I had decided that I wasn't proficient enough to do the kind of stitching required to close her inner set. I was almost as nervous as Lilith, who was breathing rather heavily as her head hovered over my work area. JJ lunged against her bonds when the needle pierced  the double layer of tissue.

       I worked slowly and very carefully, not wanting to show bad workmanship. It was rather tedious and took quite a bit of strength to keep the stitching orderly. Despite L-squared's weight, JJ was making enough movements to slow progress down at times. To make her stop fighting against my efforts, I jabbed the needle into the region of her new tattoo a few times in rapid succession and warned her I'd skewer her from top to bottom if she continued to fight me. That calmed her down sufficiently that I finished the first set of stitches without too much more difficulty. I couldn' t resist squeezing her fat clitoris to celebrate the successful conclusion of phase one.

       Naturally Lilith had to make some suggestions about how she might have done it. They sounded great, but required a lot more time, which we were running out of unless the plan was changed to keep our guest overnight. The more we thought about that option, the better it sounded to us. Lilith would have Frances come over early in the morning, say five AM, and fetch JJ. Nothing like a little inconvenience when you have to respond to the outside work demands of your boss. Of course I too would have to be an early riser, but the advantages of staying over with the ladies more than outweighed such a minor problem, especially since I had accepted my fate, which meant being a short timer at Lilith's company.

       Removing the stitches was a rather painful process for JJ, something that we both enjoyed witnessing. The Lilith design,as it came to be called, was predicated on the observation that JJ's outer lips were more like wrinkled flaps; she called them elephant ears. They could easily be folded over and sewn together, still leaving plenty of tissue to allow them to be overlapped and joined with additional thread, thus sealing her cunt mouth except for the small opening at the top so she could pee.

       Each of us took a flap and stitched it once it was folded over. The binder clamps worked beautifully and it hardly required any additional assistance for the doubled cunt lip to be produced. JJ really fought us tooth and nail every step of the way. I lost track of the number of times I either punched her in the belly or jabbed that crude tattoo with my needle. Lilith was even worse, actually skewering JJ's clit on two occasions because she moved and forced L-squared to have to restitch a portion of her seam.

       Sewing the doubled flaps together was more of a challenge , and required an extra set of hands which were available. We double stitched JJ's vulva from top to bottom and it was a struggle for all concerned. Lilith developed a nasty habit of shoving her needle beneath JJ's fingernails when she got rambunctious. The pain must have been extraordinary based on her reaction to this punishment. Finally we had JJ looking like an overstuffed turkey ready for the oven.

       It was time for celebration, and leaving our guest to stew on the table, we took a break in the bedroom and a good time was had by all. I'll not bother with the details but there was plenty of giving as well as receiving in all sorts of novel positions and configurations. Lilith confessed that she felt young again for a brief moment while we swapped spit and ground our loins together in a paroxysm of teenage lust, the type that was all passion and no expertise.

       Later, after Lilith had broken the bad news to Frances about the change in pickup time, we very slowly marched an aching Jillian Jones up to her quarters and tucked her in for the night. Lilith couldn't avoid being Lilith, and so she very carefully inserted a sterilized length of hollow plastic tubing into JJ's bladder and clipped it shut with a smirk. Then we used up most of the binder clips to cover her sore tits and even sorer vulva, both areas exposed to the elements thanks to the clever way L-squared redesigned her old sweat suit.

       We each took one of the largest and most powerful spring loaded binder clips and used them on her stiff nipples that were responding to the cold in the partially finished room. Rather than gag her we used a few more of the clips to seal JJ's lips shut. To check out its effectiveness, Lilith raked her fingernails across the bottom of her secretary's foot, and the sound she made was quickly dissipated by the steady wind that had sprung up around midday. An hour later, warmed by a few drinks, we were eating take-out and doing a post-mortem on the weekend which we graded very highly. It was a good way to end what might have been an extremely stressful situation for all concerned.

                               ( To be continued - lex ludite )