Chapter 14: Searching for Answers

My partner in life, my wife seemed way more amorous that night following our conversation about her visit with Branch. I figured there was some stimulus going on with Branch’s influence. Branch was probably trying in her own way to make me more comfortable with the situation. She and I had history. Needless to say it was wonderful history and frankly supernatural.

But doubly important I had to have a talk with her about what was going on.

I jumped in my service truck to head into town still feeling guilty for going to Sylvia’s house, predetermined, and also the fact my wife was now well informed about what I was doing. I wasn’t totally sure if she had the idea I was having sex with both Sylvia and my candy lady Maria but rather knew something about what Branch was involved in, which was more than I knew at the moment.

I hadn’t lined up any actual furnace tune-up work for the day. I didn’t know what was going to happen. There were plans about going to Sylvia’s, doing the usual, getting naked and commencing to make love with my friends down at the spa. Normally I would have loved to think about that ahead of time but now it was dragging me down. Getting fucked on the side was tantalizing, extra marital, but not so much when your own wife knows and seems to condone, being proud I was such a “Livestock” kind of guy doing some kind of “important work”.

This time I drove up the ridge that eventually sloped down to the expensive homes, Maria and Sylvia’s overlooking the lake. I drove right by the entrance to the girl’s academy and the church I marched into naked just hours before. I didn’t think anybody knew my truck so I just breezed by without looking much. Then on the corner further ahead I saw some of the people who were looking for me the day before so I took the immediate right turn and drove the long way around to avoid them. I sure as HELL didn’t want them to know my truck by appearance.

Honestly I was afraid of them, didn’t know what they might do if they saw me. I worried they might try to capture me and take me back to the nunnery for more weird shit. So I wound around to Maria’s house, didn’t see anything and kept going to Sylvia’s, wished I could have called ahead.

“Okay, there’s a lot more we need to know about you mister!”

I had parked my truck at the end of the street near the trail opening in the fence leading up to the nunnery. As soon as I knocked on Sylvia’s door it opened and she grabbed my hand to pull me in as if it was an emergency. “Things are getting weird and I think I want my privacy back,” she demanded.

“What’s happened? What are you referring to? Is Maria here? Have you seen Branch and Fern? Where’s Father McGillicutty? Is your husband home?” “STOP!” she said. “I want to know who you really are and why the church is looking for you.” “I don’t know. I thought you knew.”

“You acted like you knew what was going on at the nunnery. You just let them take your clothes off, all that ceremony oiling you up, marching you up to church naked. You even had sex with Branch on the alter. My GAWD! What the hell?”

“No, I didn’t know anything. I just thought it was cool to get naked, let those weird people mess with me and walk into church like that. You know they were gentle, kind of mesmerizing. I almost had an orgasm for Pete’s sake. But you know I can’t stand that religious stuff. It was rebellion for me, really sweet.

[There was no love on my part regarding religion - I couldn’t do enough to show my dislike rebelling every opportunity and chance, here, as the lover of goddesses at the dairy, branded and ID tattooed telling a nun to go fuck herself]

“Branch fucking me was a bonus. I didn’t give that much thought to the fact we were on the alter but then I got scared. It finally dawned on me there was something really weird with all those zombie faithful staring at my bare ass go and down fucking on top of Branch.

“I haven’t yet had to chance to have a private word with her. I never in my life expected to see her again. I had almost no memory for them until she and Fern arrived. Don’t you see how crazy things have been? I wish I could take it all back and what I really care about is you.

“I’m just me,” I said. “I’m your furnace man turned provider of sex, I guess? It’s nothing more than that.” “Well, you come down below with me and we’re going to get to the bottom of this thing. Last night I couldn’t sleep thinking about what all had happened so quickly.”

At the spa, alone, she turned around and took my shirt front gripping in her hands. “I need the truth now! The best way to get the truth from somebody in confinement is humiliation, taking all their clothes off and then interrogating so you have nothing to hide. So take it all off!”

I said nothing in return as I took everything off without arguing. Then, me, naked, she sat down and started drilling me with questions as I stood in place, commanded to and felt more vulnerable than I should have given I was usually always naked at the spa committed to my lovers.

As I stood I watched her closely; she was so gorgeous. I got a hard-on. “Oh fuck,” she said. “Do you have to do that?” “It just goes to show what you do to me,” I said. “Oh my GAWD! This isn’t helping. You stop that!” “It just does it,” I said. “Then come here and sit with me. I won’t be able to concentrate with you pointing at me like that.”

I sat next to her on the bench and she started asking those questions again but with a tight grip on my penis which only stimulated me more. I scooted up against her to feel her warmth. “Look, I’m not hiding a thing. I have no reason to because I need answers as well. You must know how upset I am. Those weird people are looking for me.”

I explained about my wife and what she knew after having a visit from Branch. The visit was news to Sylvia and so she made the decision, “Okay, we have to get your wife to come for a visit. I want to know what she knows. I’ll talk to Maria and we can have a knitting group get together. Do you have jobs today you have to go to?” “No. I only planned to be here so I could find out what’s going on.” “Good. You can hang out with me.

I liked that idea which only made me hornier. She gave me an odd look as her grip remained. “You’re twinging,” she demanded with somewhat faked earnest. I was in fact hoping the line of questions might results in some quality sex soon.

“Branch told me about how they used to tow you around by your penis at the dairy. She said it was part of your training. I’ll do that too. Funny huh? You’re going to be my boy slave sex object livestock. And quit acting so worried. You were well trained then so why not pleasure me now?”

Memories jogged me as I tried to pass the information to Sylvia painting word pictures for her.

[In town Lilly loved to tease the unaware by asking if they would please watch me for a bit while she shopped - such a gremlin she was as the town’s people ogled my penis in her grip]

[Trips to town, Lilly loved them, a chance to show off her livestock, me, who also happened to be fucking her more often than meals -- but I had so much love to give to the local ladies as well as I perfected my approach talking them into doing me on the spot]

[She loved nothing more than shocking people with what appeared as public abuses of me, just livestock, and our trips to town became quite popular]

Sylvia towed me around while doing her rounds, smiling at me, giggling, thinking about what I’d just told her. It just made me more stiff which is exactly what she wanted. When she needed to use both hands she would say, “Here, hold this for me for a second,” and drop my penis. She was silly with the situation doing things like squeezing my balls and repeating, “honk- honk”. She was just drunk with her fun. I told her she would make a hell of a nymph goddess not meaning any compliment. But the idea of the dairy and the goddesses who found most compelling.

Her husband was heading off to his office downtown as she pulled me by to give him a goodbye kiss and he noted with a smile. “Don’t cause him to chafe dear,” he laughed. “Oh, I’ll keep moistening him up honey, every chance I get,” she laughed. “Bye Tom,” he said. “Keep your pecker up.”

She pulled me out the front door and into the garden to look over her flowers, totally outed me to the neighbors pulling me down the sidewalk and I whispered to her my worry. “Shhhhh,” she cautioned. “Don’t let them know you talk. You’re my livestock, remember? I’ll let them know what’s going on. Let’s see how far we can take this.”

We continued down the sidewalk past huge homes like hers.

Now I was worried for sure. What was going on? “Sylvia?” “Quiet Tom. You are just a dumb animal now and for your own good. I want to make my neighbors really jealous when they see I have my own boy slave to use around the house. Pretend like you are back at the dairy and we’ll have some fun.”

Yes, Sylvia was reminding a bit of a nymph sister from my old farm experience.

“If I was at the dairy we would be fucking right now, more often than meals, remember?” “SSSSsshhhhh!”

Memories coming back to me made me think of the wealthy horse ranch owner five miles east of the dairy. I remembered Lilly roughing her up after she gave her no respect as my trainer. The rich lady was an assuming ass and she wanted to buy me to add to her livestock, a different two legged kind she could also fuck for pleasure.

“Oh wow, I remember. The sisters made me infertile. That was it. They also made me completely immune to any diseases, unable to pass them to anyone. That’s where that notion came from. I wasn’t lying all this time. They called me the ‘Safe Fuck’.” “What?” asked Sylvia.

“My memories are coming back all the time now. It’s both cool and worrisome. I’m just relaying to you what I can see in my mind now.

“It’s the rich horse ranch owner down the road from the dairy. Lilly worked her over after I fucked her twice in the driveway at her ranch and she was left in a heap. Only, all said and done it caused Lilly to give her an invite to come to the bunk house, nights. She did routinely.