Wayward Wife's Punishment

                       Wayward Wife's Punishment - Chapter 42

       It had taken the better part of the day, once I had dropped off my strange passengers, to reach my destination, the Ozarks, more specifically the plateau region of Arkansas. It had been some time since I'd been in contact with my wife's sister and her taciturn husband. I had decided to rent a motel for the time I'd be spending in the area. After all, how long would it take to find where my wayward wife was staying, locate it on a map and introduce myself by phone before dropping in on wherever she was staying these days?

       Returning to the scene of the crime, so to speak, had its effect. There was no joy concerning what may have befallen Jill, still my lawful, wedded wife. There was plenty of anxiety about coming face to face with Allie and Rod on their home turf. Our relationship had cooled somewhat with the passage of time. I couldn't even remember with any degree of accuracy when we had been in contact the last time, and what was happening to Jill at that point. Compounding all this was the hangover associated with Dottie and her cat, not to mention the fairy tale adventure in that strange house that was too perfect from its construction to whatever was occupying it. I had the odd sensation that we might have been reliving Hansel and Gretel and like those fairy tale children had managed to overcome the evil witch who had set a trap for us. Somehow I couldn't see myself as Hansel, especially when I folded in the brief revelation that Dottie provided just before she and Toto disappeared in a swirl of blowing snow.

       It turned out that the nearest source of food was located a good ten miles away, although the road to get there was in good shape. I was surprised at the size of the place, very large, and the variety of its menu. I hadn't spent enough time in the area or I would have realized this was vacation country during ther summer. During the off-season, which was nothing compared to the desolation and depression of Minneapolis, the restaurant kept a skeleton crew to feed the locals and the few folks who came even in the dead of winter. I was to learn that the main branch of the University of Arkansas was located only an hour's drive from here as well. What I truly appreciated was the fact that this establishment was just outside of Benton county, which meant they served alcohol, and if anyone needed that tonight, it was yours truly.

       I sandwiched a fairly decent dinner around two rather potent drinks and spent more time that I should reminiscing about Allie and Rod, Nancy and the Parson, her master, Woo-Woo and Willa, Jillian Jones and Frances Forbes, not to mention Glinda Garman, Cindi and Lilith Landry to name a few. Getting back to the motel was a bit of  a challenge in the dark, but I arrived safe and sound, ready for a good night's rest. However my next door neighbors had decided otherwise. It was bad enough that they had the television blaring at a few decibels above the pain threshold. It got even more frustrating when the tube went off, to be replaced by the sounds associated with doing the nasty. From the way the bedsprings were creaking, coupled with the grunts and moans plus the whispered instructions from the couple involved, they were not your average tourists. I was sorely tempted to pound on the walls, but thought better of it, since I had no idea of the size of the male member involved. I have no idea just how long this went on, as exhaustion plus the two drinks took hold of me  and I fell into a deep sleep.

       Why the folks in the next room woke me from a dreamless sleep is a great mystery? All I could hear was some whispering and giggling, which for some reason caught my attention. Then it dawned on me; the woman's voice sounded very much like Allie. How could that be, I thought? Why would she be in a motel with Rod when they had a comfortable home and a lot more privacy than here? The next thing I heard was the door opening, and the sounds of the two of them walking past my door. Whoever was with the woman who sounded like Allie certainly wasn't Rod! I hopped from my warm and comfortable bed to peek through the curtains to see just who these two were. That's when I got my second surprise and the realization that my curse was still working. What were the odds that tonight of all nights I'd be located next door to my sister-in-law, who evidently was fooling around with one of the local deputies. Welcome to the Ozarks; all that was missing was the damned calliope.

       The next morning after breakfast I gave Allie and Rod a call, and got no answer. I wasn't exactly certain about how to get to their place from here, so I checked them out in the phone book for an address, and came up empty. Now I was confused. I was just about ready to start at the desk with my inquiry in hopes of getting some kind of a lead. Then it hit me, Allie worked at the hospital, at least I thought she did. They would certainly be able to tell me where she lived. I put in a call and got stonewalled by whoever answered. My only recourse was to visit the hospital and try to talk to someone who knew Allie. If that failed there was always the local law enforcement folks who might help. With my luck perhaps I'd  even get to speak directly to whoever was boinking Allie last night.

       The hospital looked nothing like a hospital. It was a group of two story buildings set back off the road. I counted five identical in construction and color buildings, all clustered around a much larger structure that I guessed was the main building. What struck me was the level of security displayed in this place. There was only one guard on duty and he was packing. Surrounding his station was a bank of monitors that gave him a good view of everything going on in the entire complex. I was most impressed. The system must have cost a small fortune to set up and another one to operate. He gave me the once over as I approached his desk.

       I explained to him that I was Allie's bother-in-law, and was having a great deal of difficulty tracking down her address. He was silent, so I continued wth my tale of woe and got nowhere, so it seemed. Something I said must have closed a connection in his brain, because he picked up the phone and spoke to someone concerning my presence. Then he told me to have a seat and Ms. Dobson would see me shortly. For some odd reason I started in on female first names beginning with the letter D. I was up to Dolly when this tall, thirtish brunette with a great set of headlights made an appearance and introduced herself as Darla Dobson. I was most impressed. The gang that lived in my head all came out for a good look and cheered, a good first sign that this lovely might be someone worth cultivating while I was in the area.

       Darla, she insisted on being called by her first name, grasped my hand and gave it a squeeze that hinted at the possibility of a great, but very short physical relationship. All I could do was try my best to keep a straight face and see what time would tell. She wasted no time taking the offensive, inquiring if I wasn't the husband of a former employee of the hospital, a Jill Ellison. That took me completely by surprise; I was expecting some kind of coverup as a minimum when it came to my wayward wife. I played dumb, which wasn't too far from the truth, and let things play out. Once more she beat me to the punch by observing that Jill's sister, Allie, was no longer with the  hospital either, for reasons she didn't wish to discuss here. I took a deep breath and put most of my cards on the table, which seemed to make Darla more at ease. I was beginning to learn how to read certain females, and had the scars to prove it.

       She had me badged so we could go to her office for more detailed discussions of both Allie and Jill. I was all ears. Darla offered me some coffee and then we settled down so she could talk concerning what had happened about three months ago that resulted in Jill and Allie being required to terminate their association with the hospital. Darla was very careful not to describe Jill's duties at the hospital, since she didn't know how much I knew. I made some references to Allie telling  me that her sister was assisting members of the staff in some experimental activities that were considered company private. I watched as Darla's fabulous breasts rose and fell regularly as I told my lies, but her pupils dilated somewhat. She wasn't buying my story entirely; too bad, I thought.

       The more Darla and I parried, the more irritated I became. Her eyes got really big when I finally snapped and told her that my only purpose in visiting was to make sure that Jill was alive and well. To do that I needed to find out from her sister where she was and when could I see her. Once that was accomplished, I was heading to the West coast and likely would never be back in this area again. What happened to her once I left the area was between Jill and her keeper or keepers. My story seemed to pass muster and I could see Darla's entire body relaxing. I laid it on thick by also mentioning that I was seeking a divorce on the grounds of desertion. That seemed to clinch it. Now it was Darla's turn to tell me some half-truths, which she did.

       Allie and her husband separated and it affected her performance at the hospital. She became tardy, made some serious mistakes that caused problems for the doctors and their patients, and threatened to sue the hospital if she was terminated. This behavior was unacceptable and led to a hearing which determined that she be let go with a reasonable severance provided she signed an affidavit stating that the hospital could not be sued afterward by her or her family. To be sure that she would carry out her part of the bargain, the local authorities were asked to keep her under surveillance for a period of two months to be certain that she didn't cause the hospital any difficulty. During this period however she was arrested for lewd contact on two occasions, the second time spending a month in the local jail. Since her release she had been frequently seen in the company of various deputies, but to date has caused no problems for the hospital.

       Watching Darla's body language, and it certainly spoke volumes, while she spun her tale was a most enjoyable period. Even Mikey came out to inquire if we were going to play with this one. I had that sinking feeling that any opportunity for some sexual congress between Darla and myself was doomed to failure. My mind had lost focus and so her first mention of Jill's whereabouts went right over my head. Then I heard the words jail and Jill in the same sentence, which woke me up. It seems my wayward wife had been taken under the roof and other things I was sure, by one of the nurses who took pity on her while Allie was in  jail. The relationship flowered to the point that Jill and Allie parted company. Unfortunately for Jill she had been recently arrested  for solicitation and was doing a six month stretch in the local jail, the maximum time she could spend in their facility.

       That's when Darla dropped the bombshell. The hospital was offering to take Jill back in a work-study parole program, that if successful, would allow her to resume her former activities under the direction of the hospital staff. It sounded like white slavery to me, but what did I know. Leaning forward to give me a better view of those awesome boobs that were fighting to escape the confines of her bra, Darla whispered that for reasons unknown to the sheriff or hospital management, Jill was unwilling to accept this marvelous offer. The temporary sheriff, now replacing sheriff Vlad who was on assignment in another county, was most eager to get the additional funding the hospital was offering him for Jill's services. The hospital had some urgent research that required someone with her unique experience. Every day that she remained in jail put the program further behind schedule and impacted a number of patients and their doctors, who were in need of the test results. Jill's reluctance made no sense to me as well, unless there was more to her story than Darla sweetie was giving me. Gee, imagine that!

       Darla read my face, which unfortunately is like a book most times, and reached for a tape located in her top drawer. She got up and ankled over to a recorder, giving me a view of her bottom, which was almost as outstanding as what was struggling to escape from her bra. She put in the tape and turned on the overhead monitor. It was Jill, that was for sure. This version was at least twenty pounds lighter than last time I'd seen her, and naked as a jay bird. She was hanging from her wrists in what appeared to be a prison cell, and looked as if she had just taken a long swim based on the amount of water dripping from her shivering body. My companion observed that Jill had just taken a cold shower provided by one of the facility's fire hoses. This was standard operating procedure for the daily session that she endured.

       There were two persons conducting this session, a tall, thin man and a heavyset woman, both wearing the uniforms of county deputies. Now that I'd gotten over the shock of seeing my wayward wife in the flesh, I paid much more attention to the condition of her body. Her tits were a mess; those melons used to make my mouth water whenever I saw them exposed. Now they sagged and appeared to be severely swollen, ruining their former ideal shape. Her left nipple was gone completely, leaving behind only a deep indentation where it once resided. The region surrounding the healed up wound was dotted with burn marks and what looked like scars made by pliers or perhaps binder clips like the ones L-squared and I used on Jillian Jones. Both of her tits were mottled from being beaten with a variety of implements. My guess was that those melons got plenty of attention on a daily basis considering they had every color of the rainbow covering them.

       I glanced over at Darla and saw that she was obviously enjoying the tape. The hospital functionary had her skirt up around her thighs and her panties pulled to the side so her fingers could do some walking. As far as she was concerned, I wasn't even in the room. You talk about trying to do two things at once; this was one of those challenges. My eyes went  back and forth from the monitor to Ms. Dobson until the muscles controlling them ached. By now the heavyset guard had taken center stage and was seeing how far up Jill's birth canal she could jam her nightstick. This also called attention to the tattoo work located around the entryway to Jill's cunt. It showed that she was a member in good standing of the same group to which Glinda and Willa belonged. I  wondered if Woo-Woo had been initiated into the club by now as well. Then the tape ended abruptly just as the nightstick coated with gash grease mixed with blood was withdrawn from Jill's pussy.

       It took my escort a few moments to recover her equilibrium. It was amazing just how unaffected  Darla was about her behavior during the running of Jill's tape. She made some offhand remark about how much she enjoyed watching the tape and hoped it had been an enjoyable experience for me as well. Any reference to the way she shamelessly exposed herself to yours truly never happened. In fact she took her time before putting away her goodies from my prying eyes. I discovered from the little smile creeping from the corners of her mouth that Mikey also had a good time as well. The little rascal had raised the flag in her honor.

       Before I could fully recover from the viewing of my treacherous wife's current difficulties, Darla was busy trying to make inroads concerning Jill's situation. She began by making a little confession about what had been happening to my wife in the time she had been a member in good standing of the hospital's staff. When she got to the part where Jill "volunteered" to be the subject of a most stressing experiment having to do with the effect of long term submersion in extremely cold water, I knew the punch line and was not disappointed. Ms. Dobson put on her most officious face coupled with a hand that absentmindedly stroked Mikey's head, as she described the heroic behavior of my wife under these most stressing circumstances.

       It seems that the conditions for the test were well above those determined by the committee that formulated them.  This was caused by an inexperienced technician who misread the data she entered for the initial submersion. Since no one was able to predict the effect on Jill's synapses, especially those operating in her cortex, it was too late to avoid the damage that resulted. Attempts to reverse the damage failed, but it was determined that Jill still was able to be useful for other experiments that were ongoing at the hospital. However getting her cooperation had proven to be most difficult. This explained why Jill currently was being "treated" in some rather nontraditional ways at the local penal facility, under careful supervision of its staff.

       I gave Darla high marks for chutzpah, but other than that she was rapidly becoming a member of my exclusive ladies club whose membership included Jillian Jones and Frances Forbes, not to mention the bitch that turned down my request for a student loan so I could continue my education. Had we been anywhere outside the walls of this prison/hospital, with no witnesses, I might have tried to take her out permanently, that's how angry she had made me. As it was, I gave her a stare that I wish could have melted flesh and bone, then  informed her that I wanted my wife returned to me or I'd make trouble for her and this damned insane asylum. Her reply was to smirk and inform me that unless I cooperated, I just might find myself admitted to this hospital, and who knows perhaps become another test subject to keep my dear, brain-dead wife company until either one of us gave our all for the institution. The committee that lived in my skull all voted for cooperation, arguing quite correctly that being brain dead was not a good way to live out one's golden years.

       It took nearly an hour for one of the hospital adminstrators to generate the proper paperwork. Once it was signed by yours truly and witnessed by Darla Dobson plus another member of the administrative staff, it gave them the ability to seek a divorce from me by my soon to be ex-wife, Jill. This accomplished, it would be a simple matter to have her confined to the hospital for the rest of her natural life, no matter how short it might be. Naturally neither of the parties was interested in any monetary compensation for this action. I turned down Darla's generous offer of letting me see Jill one last time. I also passed on her offer of some pussy as well as an opportunity to watch her own personal tape of Jill taking on half a dozen of the sheriff's canine corps.

       I could not get out of this area fast enough, but once again, coincidence was waiting to rear its ugly head. Who was I kidding? I'm a nexus and coincidence is the name of my game. As I pointed my faithful carbon emitter due West, a line from T. S. Eliot seemed to sum up the relationship with my wayward wife; "Not with a bang, but a whimper". What lie ahead in waiting had already been foretold by Dottie just before she disappeared from my life forever. Who was I to avoid a destiny that had been planned by those who lived in the interstices of our world,  perhaps watching and waiting for us to evolve sufficently to carry out whatever it was?   

                                     ( To be continued - lex ludite )