Wayward Wife's Punishment

WAYWARD WIFE'S PUNISHMENT

Chapter VII

It was touch and go for a few weeks as Nancy struggled to recover from the terrible tortures she had endured. Her twice-dislocated shoulders were properly seated and in order for them to heal it was necessary to restrain her arms. From that moment on she was completely at the mercy of the hospital staff and even some of the patients who roamed the facility at night. She also was catheterized to allow her urethra to heal from the brutal treatment it had received from the parson. This too was now used as an instrument of torture and humiliation by some of the staff.

Surgery was performed to realign the internal organs that had been displaced by the nightsticks and other items that had been used to torture her cunt. During the operation they also guaranteed that she would never become pregnant, by plugging and then tying off her fallopian tubes. This procedure was performed to give one of the newer staff doctors some experience at performing surgery. He managed to botch this operation and within two weeks she was opened again and the now badly infected fallopian tubes, her ovaries and uterus were removed. On a whim the doctors also tightened her vagina to the point that she had the cunt of a ten year old.

It took her nearly a month to completely recover from this. During this period she was providing oral sex to a great number of persons, both male and female, but it wasn't until the doctors pronounced her cunt to be “open for business” that the real horror began for her. The pain that she experienced while her cunt was being fucked was so intense that she usually passed out .It was then that she realized that her cunt was no longer capable of providing any lubrication, because any cock, no matter how small, caused her tremendous pain. This combined with the inelastic nature of her rebuilt vagina made normal intercourse a form of true torture.

There were a few sadistic types who were delighted to realize that sex could cause her tremendous pain. Those with small cocks also enjoyed making this big woman beg for mercy as they skewered her impossibly tight pussy with their substandard cocks. The most ironic part of this situation was the need for her rapists to use liberally lubricated condoms in order to protect their cocks from being rubbed raw by her tough, dry vagina. Some even put this to use as another way of torturing her, substituting fiery liniments and other irritants in place of regular lubricants. Soon the only people using her cunt were men with small cocks and women, whose strap ons were not affected by her lack of lubrication. All others now used her asshole; such was Nancy's fate in the hospital.

The parson never visited her during her three month stay. Sheriff Vlad and his men paid her regular visits to check up on her progress and rape her. He was still quite angry at her lack of cooperation and was determined that she would suffer for a very long time before he forgave her. This was probably the reason that he arranged for her to be paroled into the custody of the parson once she was well enough to leave the hospital. When she was informed of this decision she nearly had a heart attack, imagining all the cruel things he would probably do to her. Her fears turned out to be well founded.

She paused in her story to shift into a better position for the tonguing I was providing. Not only did she get on her back, she placed a pillow under her ass to elevate her cunt and also make it easier for my tongue to make the circuit from her asshole to her fat clit. She also put her arms above her head to emphasize her hard nippled tits and display her scarred armpits for some attention as well. I felt like a little kid in a candy store. So while I kissed, sucked, licked, lapped and nibbled on her goodies, she resumed her story.

The hospital discharged Nancy unofficially late one evening following a lengthy going away gangbang attended by both shifts. Her cunt felt as if it had been set on fire from all the merciless fucking it had endured from cocks and strap ons. Her gaping asshole was swollen and oozing a mixture of cum and blood from the hours of nonstop reaming it had been given. A few of the more adventurous types had managed to get their fists into her cunt and had punched away inside her aching fuck tunnel until she passed out. Attempts to anally fist her had failed, but not for the lack of trying. During her nearly three month stay in the hospital she had lost another thirty pounds, and now weighed 115 pounds, making her look like a skeleton.

They handcuffed Nancy's wrists behind her back and hobbled her with leg irons before marching her out to the loading dock stark naked, where the parson and a few of his buddies waited to take custody of her. Nancy literally pissed herself when she saw him, memories of the horrors he had subjected her to racing back into her mind. She started to sob and plead for mercy. He stepped up and slammed his fist into the pit of her stomach doubling her over. Then he brought his knee up between her legs and lifted her body about six inches off the ground. He stepped back and let her fall to the wooden floor.

She remembered being dragged by the hair and thrown into the back of a van. Instead of taking her to his place the van made a detour and soon she found herself in the back room of a seedy tattoo shop. The parson's men strapped her down to a table and gagged her. She heard the parson and the owner discussing what was to be done to her. She began struggling against the straps that held her down when she realized what was about to happen to her.

Nancy took a break from her story because I had discovered that her clit still had some feeling in it provided it was bitten hard, and so I bit it hard, not once but three times. She went off like a bomb and thrashed all over the bed grunting and shaking as she had a huge orgasm, the big O as I called it. I recaptured her love button and chomped down on it some more while I jammed half my hand up her cunt. Away she went again for another wild ride, sweating like a pig and gasping for air while her big tits shook and her damaged nipples, such as they were, grew hard. “ No more, I can't take another one or I'll have a heart attack.” Nancy gasped as she tried to calm down. I couldn't resist pinching her cunt lips good and hard, enjoying the panicked look on her face. At this point she was my slave. It was then that I realized what held her and the parson together. They matched each other's needs. What a revelation! Suddenly I realized that Jill and I would never reunite.

Nancy was to spend the better part of a day in the tattoo parlor undergoing the torments of the damned. Initially the parson wanted all of her devil worshipping tattoos removed in as painful a way as possible. Then he wanted new tattoos inscribed in certain intimate areas of her body. Payment for this work would be provided by Nancy. Since the owner was not interested in her body for fucking, he decided that she would service his friends and other customers for a fee of course. To make it even more lucrative he arranged for her to be video taped as she serviced some of his stranger friends and customers and had her present markings eradicated.

His first approach of covering her marks with fresh black ink was not to the parson's liking after he saw the results from those located on her ass cheeks. He ordered the artist to use a power sander to remove the offending tattoos, reserving fresh spots on her body for the new inkings. It proved to be a very bloody process, and agonizing in the extreme. Nancy went in and out of consciousness as he worked on her big tits, belly, and the insides of her thighs. She nearly ruptured herself trying to escape the pain when the sander ground away the huge block letters that announced her allegiance to Satan. While they staunched the flow of blood her mouth and asshole were used steadily, the men dumping their wads of fuck sauce down her throat, all over her face, tits and deep inside her ass.

To stop the bleeding he used a gel that felt like a hot poker. She repeatedly passed out during the next few hours as each section of her tattooed body was treated until she was free of every previous marking. At this point the parson mounted her emaciated, sweat-coated body and drove his long thick cock into her impossibly tight cunt. The pain was too great for her to accept and she passed out. The parson continued to rape her until the tightness of her dry cunt made him flood her fuck channel with his monster load of cum. Then the fun really began.

“ I woke up in agony, it felt as if someone had set the entrance to my cunt on fire. The guy was tattooing my inner cunt lips. I kept passing out as the needle lacerated the super tender flesh. When he finished, the words “Parson's Fuck Pig” were permanently burned into one of my most intimate areas. It amused the parson to know that only he, I and the tattooist knew of the existence of these awful marks. A couple of the guy's buddies decided to break in my new tattoo and proceeded to fuck me hard and for a very long time. I went out a number of times but they revived me with the needle, using it on my clit and around the entrance to my asshole. I really thought I was in hell. Then it got worse.”

Listening to her story had gotten me hot again and she was delighted to see my cock regaining its size and stiffness. She readjusted her body to allow my stiffening cock to be rubbed into the damp flesh of her armpit. The sensation was unique and very kinky, which made me even hotter. I leaned over and slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth and swabbed it out as my cock grew even harder. She moaned and shifted herself so she could present her awesome ass for more hard fucking. I was on her like a starving man attacking a nine-course meal. I don't know how long I pounded away on her asshole, but she never stopped chanting for me to fuck her harder and harder and harder, no matter how loud the sounds of my hips smashing into her meaty asscheeks resounded through the room. All good things must come to an end and finally I groaned, arched my tired back and squirted another load of watery cum into her bowels. She moaned softly and then sighed. “ That was great, really great. Only the parson has ever done it better, and that's the truth. I've had literally hundreds and hundreds of guys fuck me to a frazzle over the years, but no one except him ever did me better.”

I didn't have more than a minute to bask in the glow of her compliments when Allie pounded on the door, announcing in a loud voice that the local sheriff had just arrived and was in the process of arresting Jill for lewd conduct and disturbing the peace. I threw on some clothes and raced outside just in time to see my naked wife being marched toward the police cruiser, stark naked, with her hands cuffed behind her back. Not only was Jill covered with fresh welts from the vigorous application of belts and freshly cut switches, her asshole gaped and drooled a steady stream of cum that had been pounded into her all afternoon.

Allie introduced me to the sheriff, a humorless type almost as big as the parson and just as cold blooded. Sheriff Vlad was not at all impressed with the fact that I was Jill's husband. I could easily see from his emotionless face and the rigid way he held himself that he was not at all interested in my relationship to his prisoner or my claim that this was a private matter that belonged within the family. “ Most of these folks are not kin to Allie, so that means if she's related to the prisoner, there's an awful lot of non-family folks involved in this little orgy or whatever the judge decides it was, and it is definitely not legal in my county. Since she's the only one wearing no clothing and it's pretty obvious that she was doing plenty of fucking with a bunch of persons unknown, she is a prime suspect. The rest of these folks are well known to me as fine upstanding citizens, so the only one going to jail this evening is her, unless you want to continue to try to obstruct me from doing my duty. In that case you and her can have adjoining cells.” I instantly realized that my hand was worthless and so I folded a few seconds after he spoke.

“ No offense sheriff Vlad; I guess I just got carried away with myself. There's no way I can argue with what you just said. I guess she'll just have to face the music. Unfortunately I have a plane to catch early tomorrow morning, but Allie and Rod will keep me informed on the progress of her case. Now let me get out of the way and allow you to do your duty.”

Vlad barely acknowledged that I ‘d said anything; he merely gave me a curt nod and turned to his deputy who was pushing Jill into the backseat of the car. “ You make sure she's properly hobbled. I ain't going to spend any time looking for a damned fugitive this evening.” Allie and Rod escorted me back to their house as the sheriff and his deputy drove Jill to the county jail. I would not see her again for almost a year, and when I did, she would be almost unrecognizable as the woman who once was my wife.