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Wayward Wife's Punishment -
Chapter 41
Considering the great meal and the
comfortable surroundings, I should have experienced a good night's sleep; such
was not to be the case. I was in an ice covered forest, the thick layer of
glistening, frozen water making the limbs of the trees bend from the added
weight. My body was covered in fur, even my hands and feet. I was pulling a
large, covered basket by a rope that was attached to its base. It was slow
going and the basket was so wide that negotiating the trees was a challenge
that kept me moving from side to side rather than straight ahead.
Every so often there would come this dry
coughing from the basket, a sound much akin to that made by the big cats that
hunted the veldt just before they made their charge to capture and kill their
prey. My whole body would tremble at the prospect of whatever was in the basket
coming out and stalking me for its needs. Somehow I managed to get the basket
moved from the ice forest and onto a frozen lake, where the effort to move it
took much less energy and progress was significantly improved. For reasons that
I could not understand I became overheated to the point that I began to strip
off the fur covering my body. Soon, except for my feet, I was naked as the day
I was born. Strangely enough Mikey was dangling between my legs, shriveled as
if he was still exposed to the cold.
Then the lake ice began to suddenly break
apart, and within a few minutes the basket and its contents plus myself were
isolated on a large piece of shrinking ice. I was petrified with fear and for
good reason as the cover of the basket began to move. Then she appeared, a slim
blonde with pale blue eyes, mounted on a coal black creature that looked to be
part tiger with a horn that belonged on
a rhino. I turned to flee, but could not get any kind of traction because of
the slippery surface of the melting ice. I heard the cough and felt the warm
breath of this creature just before I woke up in a sweat.
The odor of warm bread surrounded me, and
my bedmate had not budged, which made me thankful considering the dream I'd
just had. The house was silent as a tomb, perhaps not the best way to describe
things. Straining my ears for a brief moment, it sounded as if Toto was softly
purring. Did cats dream? Then sleep captured me once more and the nightmares
began anew.
How in the world did JJ manage to regain
her power over me? There could be no doubt as I was naked and securely
restrained to the pallet in her "playroom". Stranger yet, Mikey was standing
erect and saluting his new commmander and chief. Then from the darkness she
stepped, bearing a tray of warm, fresh from the oven cookies. She looked very
much like that charming woman who had taken us into her home, but she couldn't
fool me, it was my arch enemy, Jillian Jones. She offered me one of those
fragrant morsels of dough, sugar, spices and love, and I was sorely tempted,
but resisted. My refusal infuriated her and she set the tray down beside the
pallet, mumbling about my rudeness.
"So my pretty, you choose to defy and
insult me, well that won't do at all!"
As she spoke, JJ's features began to melt
and change into that of a witch, complete with warts, a black, pointed hat and
a greenish cast to her deformed features. From the folds of her black cloak she
pulled a huge, glittering knife and proceeded to open me from my groin to just
above my navel. I was too shocked to feel pain for the moment. Then she began
to stuff the cookies into my gutted belly, cackling as she did and uttering a
lengthy incantation as she crammed what seemed like dozens of hard, sharp-edged
lumps of dried mud into the open wound she had created.
Finally satisified that the hole she had
made was packed to its limit, she pulled out a huge needle from her shapeless
cloak and began using it to sew me closed, using an appoach that involved
double stitching and made me feel as if she had just turned me into a football.
It was then that I felt the first cramp from my bloated midsection. Something
was going on beneath the stitches, something was fermenting and attempting to
find room to expand. I began yelling for JJ to cut the laces so my belly could
accommodate the additional pressure that the cookies or mud or whatever they
were had created. She cackled and tormented me further.
"Here's something to take your mind
off your troubles, my pretty!"
A striped tabby leaped up onto my bound,
bare body and settled down between my spread thighs, mere inches away from
Mikey, who still stood at attention. My blood ran cold at the prospect that lay
in wait before me and my boon companion who had been through the wars with me
since the beginning of time as far as I could recollect. JJ was right about one
thing, the introduction of her pet cat had certainly shifted the focus of my
concern away from the growing pressure developing in my belly. I willed my
litttle soldier to keep a stiff upper lip and everything else attached.
The tabby playfully swatted at Mikey who
quivered like a struck tuning fork. Then it arched itself so its raspy tongue
could begin sampling Mikey's wares, which suddenly were oozing from the top of
his bald head. How strange, I thought, here we had been boon companions for all
these years and now Mikey was ignoring me in favor of this intruder that made
purring sounds that seemed to excite him to levels that we had never
experienced. What an ingrate!
It was as if the actions of the cat were
having a hypnotic effect on both Mikey and myself. It was so easy to just lie
there and stare at the raspy tongue making the circuit from the tip of Mikey's
bare face to the base and everywhere in between. Mikey was soon glistening in
the darkness as if the cat was able to secrete some kind of phosphor over its
prey, its way of marking ownership. The amount of material exiting from Mikey
was outrageous, and the cat was soon hard pressed to keep up with the flow.
By now there was no feeling in my gut, but
I felt weary, very weary, as if all my energy was being drained from my body.
Now there was a second tongue entering this unequal struggle, and lodging
itself inside my ear. JJ was taking a more active role in this struggle and I
felt my will to resist slipping away. Then in the harshest of tones she
announced that she was about to induce labor so I could give birth to her
latest creation. I looked up into her greenish countenance, noting the bloody
froth coating her lips, as she raised the knife and brought it down into my
bulging belly as she cackled hideously.
I awoke and sat upright, dislodging Toto
from the warm cave he had discovered between Dottie and yours truly. The grip
on me of that nightmare had not totally loosened and I took a wild swipe in its
direction, arousing Dottie. She captured Toto in her bare arms, giving me a
quick glimpse of her equally bare breasts, a fine perky set with nipples that
were stiff as glass. In another time and place I might have made a move on her,
but this was now and I was still very
frightened.
"You had a bad dream. That's all it
was, just a bad dream. People have them a lot when they are troubled by
something that they don't want to talk about. Don't worry, yours will pass. I
used to dream about wicked witches until I faced them. Now they no longer exist
in my dreams."
It wasn't so much what she said, it was
the way she said it; as if I was some frightened child who needed some help to
get over my immediate fears. The fact that she chose to use a witch as an
example did not sit well with me in my current state. Was she a witch, a demon,
someone come on the earth to steal my soul? For sure I was losing it now, that
was certain. It was just about then that I detected the aroma of cookies baking
and nearly had a heart attack until I realized this was no dream. In all
likelihood our charming hostess was preparing our care package for the trip we
were going to take this very morning. This saved me from the prospect of
returning to sleep and perhaps picking up where I had left off the last time.
I hopped into the bathroom and got ready
to relieve myself. As soon as my hand made contact with little Mikey, who was
indeed little and quite sore, I knew that something very eerie had taken place
in that big warm bed last night. Strangely there was no tell-tale evidence of
any type of ejaculation, yet I was sore and very weak now that I thought about
it. The hair on the back of my neck got very stiff and for a moment I almost
panicked. What had taken place, and how was it accomplished without waking me?
Finally, who was it that did the deed? I threw on my robe, the one that fit me
perfectly despite my built-in asymmetry, and made a bee line for the kitchen
and hopefully the safety of another human being for company.
There stood my smiling hostess, whose name
I didn't even know. There was a tray of warm cookies that smelled like the food
of the gods and some spiced tea simmering in the kettle. She smiled and offered
one of the cookies to me for a sample. Without thinking I took it and bit into
the sweet, firm, warm triumph of ingredients that could produce such a joy to
the palate as this. Her smile seemed to warm the confines of the kitchen as she
asked if I slept well. I lied and said yes. A few minutes later Dottie, fully
dressed, joined us with Toto in tow. We sat there in the warm cozy kitchen and
had a delightful breakfast that had been waiting in the oven for our arrival.
Our farewell was almost perfunctory. What
could be said when so much was being deliberately not said. It was bitter cold,
the temperature was hovering around zero, and a wind had sprung up that went
right through a person's body if they were outside more than a minute or so. I
insisted that Dottie ride up front with me and when she countered with the
condition that Toto stay with her in his basket, I agreed. The sun was just
painting the horizon with its pale light when we pulled onto the highway and
headed south for Kansas City and Dottie's kinfolks.
We had not gone more than a few miles when
a sign came into view that I managed to read as we flew by at nearly the speed
limit. It was advertizing a bed and breakfast located some ten miles north of
here. It dawned on me that this was the sign our hostess had mentioned. Out of
the corner of my eye I glanced at Dottie who was playing with her cat and
oblivious to what I had just seen. I did a very smart thing, and said nothing.
With luck we'd be in Kansas City in about two hours, and then I could let my
passengers disembark and go about their business while I headed south for my
destiny as well.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, not
even a close call to get the juices flowing. Considering how exhausted I was
from last evening's activities, whatever they were, it was just as well. She
guided me through the intricacies created by the confluence of a number of
Interstate highways until we came to an area called Roeland Park on the Kansas
side. It was still cold and there was blowing snow, but the sky was clearing
when Dottie and Toto took their leave. Just before she exited the car the
pale-eyed blonde gave me an enigmatic smile and for the first time hinted that
she and I were not from the same genetic stock.
"Considering what you are, it is to
your credit that you are often an honorable person, and are not too overawed at
what I am. Be advised Jon Ellison that your destiny is not where you think it
to be. It is still a mystery for you to unravel and you must make a long trek
to reach what you are seeking, even though you will not recognize it until it
is in your grasp."
With those mysterious words, she and her
cat set out into the blowing snow and quickly vanished, even her footprints
being erased by the wind as it howled from the northwest. I turned the car
around and headed back to hook up with route 71 which would take me south into
the country and a meeting with my wayward wife.
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