Chapter 6
When John awoke from his slumber, he felt a strange, nauseating sensation tingle in his loins. He remembered only vaguely what he had done the night before. He remembered how he had tied Selina to the beams, down in the cedar, and how he had beaten and tortured her.
What had made him act like that. Now it was all clear to him. Suddenly it was all as clear as daylight. It had been one of those hot July afternoons, and the office had been dismissed early. The air conditioning had broken down. It was too sweaty to work. Everyone left at one.
John, vaguely remembered the events which ensued. He had gotten into his car with the intention of driving straight home. He realized how miserable he had been to Selina. He hadn't been treating her well at all. He constantly picked and grated at her, tormenting her with his insane jealousy.
John had resolved to turn over a new leaf. After all, the affair with Wendell was a thing of the past. It was an unfortunate mistake. Yet if his marriage was to work, it would have to be forgotten.
He would have to forgive Selina. He was certain that she had learned her lesson. He was certain that she would not repeat her mistake once again.
He drove to the florists on Main street in downtown Hartford and ordered a dozen red roses, and a card which read: With all my Love, to my Dearest Wife ... JOHN.
Walking out with the flowers, John happened to have met an old and dear acquaintance, Bill Anderson. They were buddies from school, and they hadn't seen each in ages.
"Jesus," John exclaimed, shaking Bill's hand. "It's really good to see you. You look just like a million."
"You don't look so bad yourself," replied Bill with a grin on his face.
The two of them went down to Maxi's for a couple of drinks and some talk. Bill now had two daughters, one of them entering grammar school. They chatted for about an hour, bantering about trivia.
"Listen," said Bill nervously, staring at his watch. "It's getting kind of late."
It seemed that Bill had been invited to a cocktail party up in Springfield, and he had to leave.
"Why don't you come alone?" he asked. "It's good for a giggle. Booze and broads, and all kinds of other goodies. You'll really enjoy yourself."
John accepted the invitation reluctantly. Bill was an old friend, and he didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, it had been a long time since the two of them had gotten together. Back in the college days they had been real lions. They really used to have wild times in those days.
When John arrived at the party, it turned out to be different than he had expected. Bill had said that it was going to be a Cocktail get-together. All around him, John saw that the people were high on, what he surmised to be, hashish. A pot party. All the people dressed in funny costumes, parading around in the darkly lit, three room flat.
A Chinese girl, wearing a yellow pullover sweater, and a tight fitting purple skirt with a slit up the leg approached John with a cookie. She was a beautiful girl, and he could see that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her small, oriental breasts pressed against the sweater, enticingly, like two delicious pieces of fruit.
"Hello," she had said, "I have a peace offering for you."
She handed him some cookies.
"Eat them," she giggled. "Then you can eat me."
John took the oatmeal cookies into his mouth, and chewed them very slowly. They had a sweet, aromatic flavor to them. They were the best cookies he had ever eaten.
In a minute, he was in a daze. Suddenly he found himself running out the door, and into the car, which was parked on the curb across the street He only remembered that his head was spinning. A wild thought had taken hold of him. Suddenly it became important that he drive home to Selina. He suddenly realized what he would have to do. It was like a madman's obsession. Selina would have to be punished for her infidelity.
Lying there on the bed, his eyes red and tired, John began to recollect, what had happened afterwards. He drove like a maniac, almost killing himself twice. He came home and performed the bizarre punishment upon Selina.
It was like a dream to John. He didn't know what he had been doing. It must have been those cookies that he had eaten. Those damn cookies that the Chinese girl had given him. Probably laced with drugs.
John turned over on his side, and a sharp insistent pain arose from his loins. It felt like knife cuts. It was all very painful. He felt very nauseous. He felt like he was going to faint
Suddenly the door pushed open. Selina entered. She was dressed in a purple smock that wrapped itself around her delicious white body. John looked at her face. It was black and blue and covered with puffy red welts. That innocent face, now looked like it had been through a meat grinder. The sparkle and delicacy was gone. It was replaced by a brutal savagery. Her thick, red lips were twisted in anger.
Am I responsible, John thought to himself. Did I beat her so viciously, to make her look like that.
John opened his mouth and tried to talk. But the words wouldn't come out. He couldn't talk. He couldn't even move. And the pain continued to burn. He could never remember feeling so badly. He could never remember being in so much excruciating pain. He gritted his teeth, biting his lips to keep from screaming.
Those damn cookies, he thought to himself. They were responsible for what had happened. Suddenly John remembered that Chinese girl. All dressed up like a whore, a thick swab of red pain on her luscious lips.
She was a strange one, that girl. There was a girl who had been around. You can tell from her lips. Those were experienced lips. The kind of lips that can such a man dry.
John looked back at Selina, and realized that she also possessed lewd, lascivious lips. They were suggestive lips. Just looking at her, a man knows what's in store for him. He need only look to realize what he was getting into.
Why hadn't he realized this before. When he first met her he had considered himself a man of the world, experienced in the ways of life. By contrast, he had pictured Selina as a poor, innocent young maid, in unfortunate circumstances. Why had he been so blind? Why hadn't he realized.
John watched as Selina's hand dropped to her waist. She undid the knot, removing the smock which she wore. She hung it up very carefully, in the closet across the room. John looked at her body. She was naked, except for the black silk panties with the hole at the crotch.
Now he remembered. He had bought those panties for her. I was all part of a very cruel game which he had been playing. It was, indeed, part of a terribly cruel joke. He had been almost inhumanly cruel.
It had been his intention to utterly destroy her. As soon as he learned of her adulterous behavior, he had resolved to destroy her. For the past four months he had gone about this in a psychological way. He had made every attempt to cheapen and degrade her. He continuously called her a whore. He made her dress like a whore. Whenever he went to bed with her he always gave her five dollars.
"That's for you, honey," he would sneer. "Make sure that you do a good job."
At first Selina had ignored him, then she pretended to laugh at it, and finally he had her crying. He was very satisfied with this psychological torture. After all he would rationalize, she deserved it She had cheated on him. She had been unfaithful. She had committed adultery with his brother.
Up until last night he has used words to torment her with. Then under the influence of some sort of drug (he wasn't really sure what it was) his words had exploded into action. He let loose, and did what he had wanted to do from the beginning. Now he regretted it. He shouldn't have beaten her.
He looked at Selina's naked body, as it glistened in the sunlight that was streaming in through the partially drawn blinds.
He looked at the results of his work. She was black and blue all over, red welts and bruises turning purple and green. He remembered. That's where he had beaten her with his whip.
John looked at her breasts. Even with the cuts and bruises, they were two of the most lovely breasts he had ever seen. They were even better looking than the Chinese girl who had given him the cookies, saying, 'Eat them, and you can eat me'.
John felt ashamed of himself, as he looked upon his wife's buttocks. He should never have beaten her. He should never have treated her so cruelly.
The only comfort he took was that in good time all of the bruises would heal. Then Selina would be as good as new. She would look like she had always looked. Like an alabaster love goddess. Like the Venus De Milo. Like the most tempting morsel in the world.
Suddenly, Selina began speaking. She was loud, and there was violence in her voice.
"Look at me, John," she exulted. "Look at what you've done to me. Yet, the bruises on my body cannot compare to the bruises on my mind which has taken you all these months to put there."
Then suddenly, she went into a dance of masturbatory fantasy. John watched as Selina performed a lewd, erotic ballet. She danced around the room, in a lascivious and pornographic manner. John watched as she spread her legs obscenely.
He looked at her pussy. She was displaying it before him, obviously trying to tantalize him. John was unmoved. He wasn't in the least bit aroused. He attributed this lack of response to the drugs which he had taken the night before. It probably was an after effect. He didn't for one moment suspect the truth. He didn't for one moment realize what his wife had done to him. He didn't for one moment think that this state of affairs would be permanent That he would never again be aroused and excited by the sensual delights of a woman's naked body.
John lay on his side, as his wife performed a masturbatory dance. She slowly wriggled out of her panties, tossing them to John to smell. Slowly her hands worked themselves between her legs, and she was massaging her thighs and white hot loins, unashamed and unembarrassed. She was flaunting herself in front of John, who remained frozen on the bed, completely unmoved.
Selina wiggled and shook like a dynamo, all the while, sticking her long female fingers between the outer folds of wet soft flesh which formed the opening to her vagina.
"Look at me," Selina said to John. "Watch me. Do you want to know what I'm doing?"
John nodded.
"I'm masturbating," Selina laughed. "I like to masturbate. I love to masturbate. The only thing that's better than masturbating it getting fucked. I love to get fucked. There isn't a man in the world I wouldn't fuck. After all, " am a whore. Isn't that what you keep telling me?"
"Day in and day out you kept telling me that I was a cheap gutter slut Well, you may be right In fact, you are right I'm a whore, and I'm going to practice my profession from now on. From now on I'm going to act like a whore. There won't be a man who can't get me. All he has to do is ask me, and I'll lift my dress and drop my bloomers for him."
John was shocked. He didn't believe what he was hearing. Had Selina cracked up? Had she finally gone mad? John watched as she ran out of the room and down the stairs. He wondered where she was going.
She returned in a couple of moments, with a handful of long, orange carrots. She began to insert the vegetables into her pubis, wiggling and shaking obscenely. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the delicious delirium of auto-erotic excitement. She was wrapped up in the reverie of masturbatory fantasy.
John stared at her body. It glistened with sweat It heaved and rocked. She had reached her climax. She had attained her orgasm. And the instrument of her pleasure was a carrot
"Look at the carrot," she said gleefully. "It's all wet with the juice of my pussy."
She threw it to him.
"You better keep a large supply of these carrots around from now on," she said. "Especially if you want your little sweetheart to be satisfied. I don't think you'll ever be able to satisfy me anymore. You'll never be able to satisfy any woman anymore, my dear John You see John, you're a eunuch."
John laughed. He thought that she was joking. Selina really had a sense of humor. But she wasn't joking. She was dead serious. The night before, while he was asleep in a drunken stupor, Selina had gotten her revenge. With a few deft slits, she had cut off his balls. She used the same knife that he had used while torturing her. With that same knife she had castrated him. He was now, no longer a man.
From now on he would remain a shadow of a man-an impotent eunuch.