Zeal is fine in its place, when it gets worthwhile things accomplished, but sometimes zeal can get out of hand, destroying zealots and innocents alike. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the area of social change. In the fervor of his or her belief, even the most mild-mannered person can become a raging lion, a predator ready to devour anything or anyone in his path.
In TORTURED, BOUND PREACHER'S WIFE, a young woman gets caught in her older husband's religious crusade against a pleasure palace with has moved into their small town. The fly in the ointment is that the young wife, Elmira McKenzie, does not exactly share her preacher husband's feelings.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Elmira suffers through a violent internal struggle. Accompanying her private conflict, though, is physical violence, torture that comes at the hands of both her husband and a man from her past, a past that had remained hidden since her forced marriage to a man she did not love.
Elmira's will and spirit are tried by all that happens to her as she passes through dangerous waters. Afterwards, she realizes that nothing will ever be the same again, and that she is no longer the same person she had been.
TORTURED, BOUND PREACHER'S WIFE-the story of what happens to one young wife when she gets caught in a crossfire between two opposing points of view in a war of social change. It is the story of today's conflicts, and tomorrow's results.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
The steeple of the small white church in Plain-view seemed to glow in the Sunday morning sunlight, a lofty spire that reached skyward like a finger pointing at heaven above.
To Elmira McKenzie, the parson's pretty young wife, that towering pillar looked more like a big stiff cock ready for cunt. She was not all the prim and proper twenty-year-old bride of the town preacher that most people in Plain-view assumed.
Inside the church, an organ boomed the final chord of a somber hymn. Their voices rose, singing for salvation, rattling the stained glass windows. Then the Reverend Silas McKenzie began his sermon.
He was a tall, gaunt man of forty-four with straight swept-back dark hair iced with a frosting of cold gray. His lean, sharp features and intense unwavering glare made him the wrath of almighty God personified.
When his thundering deep voice described the wages of sin, Reverend McKenzie's devout flock of strict fundamentalists could almost smell the sulphurous smoke rising from hell's eternal fire. A few not quite so devout wondered how an austere preacher had won himself such a gorgeous young wife.
Elmira languished in bed when the sermon began, thankful she would be alone for a little while and not under the strict parson's watchful eye. She yawned and stretched her supple limbs, reaching down to wiggle a long middle finger in the soft valley of her pussy slit.
She writhed, gasping and moaning sounds of delight. Sleek oils simmered in her narrow cunt, rising quickly to gloss the puffed lips of her anxious cunt. Elmira's thumb circled her juicy clit bud.
Long red-golden hair swirled in tawny waves all over the pillow as she tossed her head. The pungent scent of musk began to fill the room.
Silas expected her to be properly dressed, her long hair braided and coiled, standing with him on the church steps at ten when the first service was over. She would have to smile sweetly and thank all the parishioners leaving the church, then greet those arriving for the second service.
Until then, Elmira was free to delight her ripe body with all the tingling thrills of self-stimulation. She settled her left hand between her tits with thumb and first finger spread wide to reach and twirl both nipples at once.
A sharp knock at the front door stopped her anxious writhing and silenced her joyous moans. Elmira stiffened, annoyed that her private time for pleasure was being disturbed. Rarely did anyone visit the parsonage while services were being held in the church next door.
Elmira rose and put on a long robe of thick gray cotton flannel draped loose to hide the sweeping curves of her stunning figure. Reverend McKenzie would not allow her to wear anything that would enhance her obvious charms.
She went to answer the demanding knock, bitterly frustrated. In another few minutes Elmira would have worked herself to a satisfying climax, something her husband had never done.
"Yes?" Elmira asked cautiously as she opened the door and peered out through a narrow crack.
"Ellie, baby . . . how are you?" The rough-edged male voice rang with impish delight.
She staggered back two full steps. No one in Plainview ever called her by her nickname. The door swung wide and she recognized the ruggedly handsome face of the unexpected caller at once.
Elmira's face paled. She gasped weakly in shock. "Wha-what are you doing here?"
Rod Kramer flashed a wolfish lewd grin almost as wide as the open door. His blue eyes leered brightly, a look almost rabid with desire. "I stopped by to pick things up where we left off."
She stammered, "C-c-come in and c-c-close the door. I don't want anyone to see you."
Kramer came in and pushed the door shut, feasting his eyes on her soft features and radiant hair. "I knew you'd be glad to see me," he said.
"I'm not," she insisted. "You can't stay. I married the parson who's preaching in the church next door."
"That means he'll be busy until noon. We'll have plenty of time to get reacquainted." Kramer came toward her, his brawny arms and large anxious hands reaching out. "I've never forgotten that hot little pussy of yours."
Ellie stumbled backwards, gaping at the strongly built man from her past. Kramer was a prime physical specimen-tall, strong and supremely confident. His wavy, sun-bleached blonde hair contrasted sharply with the bronze-tanned skin that rippled over biceps that bulged out of his T-shirt sleeves.
"H-h-how did you find me?" Ellie's voice strained to hide a sudden rush of rampaging desire. Reverend McKenzie had never satisfied her restless craving for sexual pleasure . . . and Rod Kramer had never failed.
His luminous blue eyes twinkled. "You know, baby. Big Bad Rod has all kinds of connections. I even know what you're going to have for breakfast this morning."
"You do?" She stood in awe of his rippling muscles and fondly remembered the one that pleased her most of all. Elmira shivered, watching his prick swell hard and strain the crotch of his faded jeans.
"Yeah, I do. You're going to eat the same thing you did every morning for six months when we were together . . . my big hot prick."
"N-n-no! I can't do that. I told you, I'm the parson's wife!"
A chuckle of contemptuous laughter rumbled deep in Rod's barrel chest. "I can't believe that crusty preacher is giving you all you need."
"He doesn't, but I have an obligation to him. I'll scream if you even touch me," she warned.
"Go ahead. Nobody's going to hear you with him ranting and raving next door."
Her soft ripe body trembled as she staggered back to avoid his arms.
"Don't!" she pleaded desperately. "You don't understand how I'm bound to him-"
"And I don't want to know. I just want to squeeze your beautiful big tits and stroke your nipples hard while you suck my cock and swallow my cum."
"I can't do that!" she cried. "If Silas finds out I've been unfaithful-"
"He won't. That's why I came by on Sunday morning while he's busy in church." He pulled at the collar of her drab robe and peeled it open as he pressed her down.
"Ooooh, God," she sobbed as her heaving tits came into full view. They were lusciously rounded twin mounds of flesh.
Rod sniffed the pungent scent of her musk as he pulled the drab robe all the way off.
"You want it as much as I do," he said with a twisted lewd grin. "I can smell your pussy getting hot and feel your nipples throb."
Ellie sobbed even though what he said was true. Tears streamed down her blushing cheeks. She wanted to explain the power Reverend McKenzie held over her, but couldn't find the strength.
She looked like a naked angel kneeling on a fleecy gray cloud. Kramer steadied her with a firm hand while the other eased down the zipper of his fly. He pulled out an enormously thick cock.
Ellie blinked and gulped, more tears streaming as he lifted the gorged knob of his big cock to her quaking lips. She clenched her teeth and fiercely shook her head no.
Rod's lopsided lewd grin warped the other way. "You know I like it best when you try to refuse me-"
She nodded and her sobs became babbling hysteria. Kramer reached back of her head and parted her silky long hair. He brought one shimmering red-golden strand forward over each shoulder and circled them around his waist.
Ellie made strickened sounds of fear. Rod ignored her distress and calmly knotted the two parted strands of hair together behind his back.
She wrenched her head, but could not pull away. Rod had double-knotted her hair tight as a rope. It bound her to his waist, her lips quivering just an inch from the bulbous purple-red knob of his cock.
"Suck it!" he snarled. "We both know you want to."
"Hungh," she groaned.
He was fondling a tit in each hand, whirling her taut nipples with thumb strokes. Ellie wanted to scream, enthralled by intense stimulation more thrilling than anything she could do for herself. Fiery heat blazed from his clutching hands to weaken her resistance.
"Suck it!" he said. "I want to see if the preacher has taught his sexy young wife some new tricks."
"He won't let me touch him that way!" she cried.
"Then you must be starving for the taste of my cum." He rocked his hips, jerking her knotted hair and prodding her taut lips with his cock.
Ellie breathed a mournful sigh, rounding her lips to a warm sheath that fit snugly over his blood-gorged cockhead. Her tongue rippled under the cleft, teasing and enticing before sweeping around the soft ridge and down to the steel-hard length of his mighty prickshaft.
"Does the parson know how many times his pretty wife has sucked and fucked my big cock?"
She groaned emphatically, easing her head back to speak. "And he must never find out. He thought I was a virgin on our wedding night."
"How did you manage that after all the times I drilled and reamed your little pit?"
"I used a salve that shrinks a pussy painfully tight, and a red gel that streaks like blood from a freshly torn cherry."
"What a devious little bitch you are," he said admiringly. "But I remember the real thing. I never heard a timid virgin scream so loud or saw one bleed so long. My cock must have been too much for you the first time."
Ellie nodded and sucked him into her swirling lips again. Her tongue flailed as powerful suction embraced Rod's long prick. Then she pulled back and smacked her wet lips. "The Reverend's cock is bigger than yours, but he uses it mostly to piss through."
"Yeah, I heard he only gives it to you once a month."
"Where did you hear that?" she gasped, shocked because that was true.
"Plainview is a small town where people like to talk. They gossip about the damnedest things."
Elbe's mouth gaped in dismay and Rod pushed his cock in again.
"I knew fucking a preacher's timid prick once a month wouldn't be enough for you! Not after all we did together."
Ellie moaned and took his cock to the root. Rod's anxious grunts and deeply satisfied moans added to the fever of her excitement.
Reverend McKenzie's strict church condoned sex only for the sake of procreation. He fucked her just once each month on a day carefully calculated to be the one most likely to make her pregnant. And so far he'd not succeeded at that.
Ellie delighted in silently mocking her pious husband with a stunning figure that remained as shapely as an hourglass. And she liked spiting him by sucking another man's cock even more.
Rod reamed the sleek hollow of her heaving throat. The clinging wet friction of her anxious spasms was sheer delight. Ellie gurgled and moaned, sexually excited for the first time since being forced to marry a stern, passionless man more than twice her age.
Elmira's parents were well on into middle age when she had been born. They grew old as she grew up in Plainview, sheltered like a delicate little flower, smothered by their overly protective ways and strictly old-fashioned religious beliefs.
The day she turned eighteen, Elmira left Plainview and went to a larger city two hundred miles away. She got a job waiting on tables in a hotel coffee shop and shared an apartment with two other girls about her same age.
One of them introduced her to Rod Kramer. He managed a swinging singles bar called The Meat Locker and soon persuaded Ellie to go to work there. With an innocent look and an eye-popping figure, she made more in tips the first night than she would have working all week at the hotel.
Kramer had no trouble at all seducing the wide-eyed, innocent, small-town girl. He delighted her with a variety of lewd pleasures, some more intense than her young mind was willing to accept at first.
Then her aged parents were both taken ill. They exhausted their savings and had to sell their house to pay medical bills. Old and still weak, they were left with no place to go except a church-sponsored home for the aged with a long waiting list for admittance.
They appealed to Reverend McKenzie for the urgent recommendation needed to get them in. He agreed to give them that . . . but for a price. Silas had been widowed the year before, and he wanted their daughter Elmira as his second wife.
Always a loving and dutiful girl, she couldn't refuse and see her parents homeless without proper care. She consented to marry the flinty-eyed parson.
Ellie rippled her sleek throat, rocking on her knees to meet his demanding thrusts. The power of his lewd passion thrilled her after months of almost total neglect.
She sucked his cock with the fevered hunger of a vampire with both fangs sunk deep in a bulging vein. Her lips pulled and swirled.
He groaned, his powerful body tense with the pressure of impending delight. Rod clamped both hands back of her head and fucked deep into her throat, grunting and raging as his cock swelled to fire.
Spurts of slick hot jism sprayed the walls of her wringing tube. Ellie gulped, trying desperately to swallow it all, but his gushing cock jetted more than she could get down. Relieved of pressure, he started fucking again, whipping his wet cock in and out.
His hard-muscled loins jarred her lips. Her knotted hair sent jolts of pain into her scalp. Ellie gulped air when she could, dizzied by the hammering force of his cock.
Each plunging stroke shot more jism into her throat. Cum rose like the incoming tide, cock-whipped into white froth that soon filled her mouth and bubbled from her gulping lips.
Cum dribbled down her chin as silver-white foam. The spunk sheened and sparkled, twin small streams from the corners of her tightly drawn lips.
Her tongue licked and swirled, savoring the sticky, salt-sweet taste of jism, one of many lewd pleasures the parson denied her. The drops beaded on her chin like gleaming pearls.
She dropped both hands into her lap and frantically fingered her clit, cumming hard with a deep wet groan just as she sucked out his last drop.
Joyous aftershocks delighted them both, lingering pulses of blissful relief. Minutes passed before they caught their breath.
Then Rod leaned down at her smiling cum-glossed lips. "Let's fuck!"
Chapter Two
Ellie cried, "No, we can't!"
Rod untied her hair and helped the trembling, lush-bodied beauty to her feet. The thrill of orgasm with a man's cock gushing deep to fill her throat had dulled her restless craving for pleasure.
"I want to, Rod, but there isn't time. I'm supposed to be with him on the church steps when the first service is over."
"There's plenty of time," he insisted.
"Almost two hours. The bedroom must be down this hall-" He grabbed her arms in a vise-like grip and pushed Ellie naked toward the back of the house.
Ellie sobbed again and fresh tears streamed down her creamy smooth cheeks. Her soft flesh was still flushed with excitement, but inside she felt chilling cold. Ellie tearfully explained how she'd been forced to marry the parson.
He was pushing her into the bedroom by then. "You can get even with him by fucking me. I work in Plainview now. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other. I'm going to make up for all you've been missing."
Rod pushed her down on the unmade bed. Ellie sobbed, her tawny hair in shimmering disarray.
"We can't!" she cried. "Silas can have my parents put out of the home as easily as he got them in. He's a power in the church and a very jealous man!"
"I know . . . we've met."
Ellie as sprawled across the bed on her back, gaping up through watery green eyes with the subtle luster of polished jade.
"You've met my husband?" she gasped incredulously. "Where?"
"At the new business I'm managing on the edge of town. A place called The Pleasure Palace. He came incognito, pretending to be a regular customer, but I recognized the parson right off. The owners warned me about him."
"Wha-what's the Pleasure Palace?"
"Something Plainview has been needing for a long time-a complete adult entertainment center."
Ellie shuddered. "I heard about that. Silas is trying to get it closed."
"I know that too. The idea of adults enjoying themselves drives him up the wall. But, so far, he's been our best customer. He's bought more stuff than anyone."
"More stuff, like what?"
"Like these." Rod pulled two pairs of handcuffs from his hip pocket, but not the plain steel kind used by cops. Except for the locking tip, the chain-linked bracelets were lined with sleek black fur.
"Silas bought fur-lined handcuffs?" Ellie couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, and a lot of other things. Books like you won't find on the rack in your local supermarket, video cassettes like nothing ever run on regular TV. He bought whips, chains and a lot of other exotic bondage devices."
"Probably to use as evidence against you."
"Or maybe he's planning to improve your boring sex life," Rod suggested with a wry little grin.
"No! Silas would never-"
"But I will, because I know you like it best that way." Rod lunged, grabbed Elbe's flailing right arm and snapped the fur-lined jaw of a handcuff tight around her wrist.
She kicked and tried to hit him with her free hand, but Rod easily dodged the clumsy blows and yanked her right arm over her head. He locked the other half of the handcuff around the bedpost.
"Stop it! Don't do this to me!" Ellie raged.
"Come on," he said. "It's not the first time. You like being a helpless victim. It rids you of guilt." Rod circled the foot of the bed, dodging her kicking feet.
He grabbed Ellie's left arm and locked her wrist in the fur-sheathed clamp of another handcuff.
Ellie shrilled a scream, terrified of restraint. But her long cry could hardly be heard. The congregation next door was singing another hymn and making the rafters ring.
Rod knew that mild bondage intensified Ellie's sexual pleasure. With her arms spread and restrained, Rod paused to look around the room. His wet cock was still hanging out, steel hard and twitching with lewd vigor. A gleaming drop of cum decorated the knobbed tip like a pearl. "Let's see if I can find the things your pious husband brought. He probably stashed it all in the closet out of sight."
Rod threw open the door while Ellie moaned and wailed, bound on her back with arms strained wide above her head. He pushed aside her wardrobe of drab clothes.
"I guess the parson wants all your treasures to remain hidden," he remarked. "Aaah, here we are!" Rod returned with a three-foot-long metal bar in his right hand. At each end there was a short length of steel chain and a fur-sheathed locking band sized to fit a woman's ankle. "This will keep your legs spread wide but let you raise your knees and hump your sexy ass off the bed when I fuck my cock deep into your cunt."
Rod grabbed her legs and locked the sinister-looking device in place.
"It's a big improvement over the classic spread-eagle position," he said. "And this you'll like even better."
Rod had what looked like a large figure-eight in his left hand. Like the handcuffs and steel bar leg-restraint, the twin loops were lined with glistening black mink. Ellie still shivered, thinking about the iron fist in a velvet glove.
"This fits across your chest like a bra," he said, working the device into place. "But it lets your gorgeous big tits stick through. It buckles in back." He wormed his hands underneath her and secured the clasp. "Then when I turn this screw, the bands tighten around the base of those creamy cones."
"Aaagggh!" Ellie gasped. Rod gave the screw a couple of turns and made her tits bulge. Then he stood back smiling and began to undress.
She breathed in shallow, rapid gulps, her mind and body chilled with fear. The soft padding of sleek fur couldn't hide the fact that cold steel held her helpless.
Ellie watched him peel off his T-shirt.- He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks. Then Rod tightened the tit-clamping screw another turn. Ellie felt trapped heat swelling in her tits. Her nipples bulged, tingled hard s never before.
Rod pulled off his pants and shorts, slowly so she had time to contemplate his awesome stiff cock. The sight of his prick both thrilled and frightened her. Ellie had longed for a stiff hot prick ever since she had married Reverend McKenzie. But she hadn't wanted one like this.
"Please, Rod ... let me go. My whole life will be ruined if the reverend finds out-"
He laughed without pity. "Your life was ruined when you married that pious hypocrite."
"But my poor parents," she pleaded in a mournful tone.
"They're even worse. They sold you out. You've been in a kind of bondage worse than anything made of leather and steel. At least with me you know you're going to enjoy it."
He climbed up at the foot of the bed, hunched on his knees between her spread legs. Rod eased forward into the soft wet V of her splayed crotch, pressing his feet down onto the metal bar that bound her legs apart.
"I could smell simmering pussy when I first walked into the room," he said with a twisted grin. "You must have been playing with yourself when I arrived."
She groaned, not wanting to admit it.
"Well, I can think of better things for your little cunt to do." Rod bent over her with his tongue wagging.
Ellie squirmed, but could hardly move. Rod's hands inched up her sides, softly fingering creamy smooth skin drawn over her ribs. Then he tightened the tit-clamping screw another turn.
Rod kissed one nipple and then the other, circling his wet tongue languidly around each one. Ellie jerked and writhed, stung by sharp stimulation. Her nipples had never been so sensitive.
"Reverend McKenzie has never seen you this hot, I'll bet."
"Nnnooo!" she cried, twisting and squirming as though in terrible pain when he tongued her tender nipples again, stroking harder this time and sucking on her swollen tits with tightly drawn lips.
"Maybe he will when he tries out his new toys."
Ellie groaned and heaved a racking sobs. McKenzie would punish her in some way that only involved pain and humiliation.
Rod capped her swollen tits with his large hands and whirled his thumbs around her nipples.
He listened to her cries of torment. Ellie arched and wrenched her shoulders back, thrusting her strained nipples into his hands.
His lips nibbled down the cleft that softly indented her belly. Rod dragged his tongue and teased nerves that had gone too long without attention.
She felt his warm rasping tongue sweep around her protruding belly button. Her belly button was a taut little bud of flesh like a third nipple. Rod sucked and whipped with his tongue while his thumbs continued to circle her ruddy tit crowns.
Ellie shrilled sharp gasps, no longer thinking about Silas McKenzie or what he might do. Her body ached and yearned.
Rod slid his head farther down, breathing deep to inhale all he could of her tangy woman-scent. Then he burrowed between her spread legs and hungrily lapped his tongue into her cunt.
She bucked and wailed, clanking the handcuff and leg-restraint chains. The tantalizing softness of the sleek fur teased her skin and dulled the bite of steel locking hands.
He lapped and slurped in her warm fountain of fuck honey. His tongue swept up and curled around her clit. Elbe started to wail in rapture, but wild tremors choked the sound down to a deep moan.
Her lush body quaked and squirmed. Rod fucked his tongue in and out of her sleek cunt and let her bend her knees up. She planted her feet flat on the bed and arched her back, swaying her hips as eager cunt met hungry tongue.
Rod nibbled her clit and nipped at the tawny curls that fringed her buttery pussy slit. He tugged the silky little strands and lashed her tender clit. Her lush body convulsed beneath him, writhing as though shocked by a high voltage wire.
He could almost hear her cunt start to sizzle. The sultry smell rose like swamp gas, invisible but pungent.
Rod held a small ring between his thumb and first finger. On the outside of the pliant band there was an extension that reminded her of a pollywog's tail.
"What's it for?"
"You'll know soon enough. Not every woman has a clit big enough to wear one." Rod fitted the ring around her tender clit, which his sweeping tongue strokes had drawn out from its protective sheath of moist skin.
The rubbery little band fit tight around her clit, squeezing nerves that sparked shocks of pain-like pleasure all the way up her spine. The dangling part that looked like a pollywog's tail came between her cunt lips and pointed toward her chin.
"That works like a trigger," he explained. "Every time I slam down, it'll fire a shot of stinging pleasure into your clit."
"Ooooh, no!" she moaned. "Just fucking the normal way jars it almost more than I can stand."
"But you didn't want to do that before I showed you what a fabulous thrill it can be."
"I know, but having my clit caught in that tight little band hurts already."
"In just a moment you'll be glad it's there." Rod inched forward on his knees with cock in hand. He stroked the pulsing cock-knob on her bulging clit and listened to her shrill wail.
Then he slanted his springy prickshaft down and pushed his cockhead between her puffy pink lips. Ellie arched and moaned.
He plunged into her juicy little cunt with one quick thrust. Ellie gasped with an indrawn rush of breath, shuddering as her pliant cunt sleeve swelled around his hot prickshaft.
Rod felt the welcoming swirl of wringing pussy muscle surround his cock, gripping and squirming. His blonde-fringed prick root pressed down on her spread of cunt hair, and his full weight hit the trigger.
Ellie wined an agonized cry. She felt like her bound clit might be torn from its sheltering fold. Then Rod drew back with a smug grin and fucked her again. Her pussy sleeve tensed in anticipation of terrible pain.
He bored in deep, despite her clenching cunt muscles, delighted by the increased friction caused by her fear. His bone-ridged loins jarred the little clit trigger again and wrenched her tender nub.
Jabbing pain like needles of fire burst from her clit in all directions. Ellie sobbed, too shocked to scream. Her body tensed and trembled as fiery heat shocked every nerve.
Her fists clenched and her toes curled. She tossed her head in a swirling tangle of hair. Ellie's soft features pulled into a knot. Her lips quivered and her jaw clenched.
Rod pulled back again, bridged above her with just the padded bulge of his cockhead wedged in the quivering slit of her cunt. He pumped his hips ever so slightly and raked the bottom edge of the clit ring with the puffed ridge of flesh between knob and shaft. Tingling shocks came fast and hot like machine-gun fire. Bullets of pain twanged her jangling nerves.
"No more," she moaned. "I can't stand it!"
Her writhing body was glazed with nervous sweat.
He gave a grunt and fucked deep again, swelling her clenched pussy tube with a hot prick. When his driving weight hit the protruding tail of her clit ring, Ellie shuddered and thought she might faint.
Rod was fucking her hard and fast, lifting and slamming his hips down in a hammering blur. He thrilled her cunt and mauled her clit, but his driving strokes came so fast that she could not tell pleasure from pain.
The wrenching shocks were stronger than anything she had ever felt. Pain and sharp pleasure twined together like strands of a braided rope, both pulling and jarring her senses. The combined sensation was exquisite torment.
Chapter Three
Rod Kramer let her rest during the brief lull between services in the church next door. They needed the drone of the organ, the fervent singing of hymns and Reverend McKenzie's strident voice promising hell's fire and eternal damnation to cover the sound of his wife's cries.
He fucked her four times that Sunday morning, twice during the first service and twice during the second. Ellie suffered more intense agonizing delight each time. Her ravaged clit felt like raw meat, tender and shocked by stimulation.
The man seemed blessed with a tireless cock. His prick hardly weakened between rounds. Each grinding climax hit harder than the one before and the lingering aftershocks lasted longer. She was several minutes winding down from the dizzying peak of her fourth orgasm. When Ellie finally caught her breath, she said, "You've got to go now. The second service is almost over."
"Too bad," he said. "I could fuck your cunt all day."
"Next Sunday?"
"No, I can't wait that long. Why don't you drop by The Pleasure Palace tomorrow? There's an adults-only motel that's part of the complex. Sunken whirlpool tubs in every room. Vibrating beds, mirrors on the ceiling and the walls all around-"
"Oh, Rod ... it sounds like fun, but if anyone saw me going to a place like that-"
"You'll find a way," he said. "And I'll be waiting." He found the key required and began to release her from restraint.
Ellie massaged her wrists and ankles, thankful the fur-sheathed bands had left no long-lasting marks. Rod dressed and left just before people began to stream out of the church next door.
Reverend McKenzie glared hotly when he saw that his wife wasn't going to arrive on time to join him in wishing the second half of the congregation well. He saw her absence as a lack of faith, a shaming insult to him. Silas offered the same excuse when parishioners asked about Elmira.
"She's not feeling well," he had to say so often that the words began to stick in his throat.
Elmira had never felt better. Four increasingly intense orgasms in a single morning was the kind of thrilling pleasure her ripe young body craved. Faint tremors of ecstasy still lingered in her cunt. She hummed a happy little tune while hurrying up to put away the bondage devices Rod had used.
Then she heard Silas McKenzie's thudding footsteps on the front porch. She ran frantically to the living room and slipped on her shapeless, figure-concealing flannel robe. She knotted the belt and swept a hand through her tawny hair to straighten the long shimmering waves.
McKenzie glared at her. "You missed church!"
"Er, y-y-es," she stammered. "I overslept." That was the only excuse she could think of.
"Slothful self-indulgence!" he snarled.
"It won't happen again," she assured him.
"See that it doesn't! The parson's wife should never miss church. We are to set the example for people of Plainview."
"I know, dear." Her voice quaked, hoping an angry reprimand would be her only punishment.
McKenzie stalked by her in his long black cleric's robe with billowing sleeves. He looked to her more menacing than the Angel of Death. He went to the bedroom and stopped just inside the door.
"What is that smell?" he demanded.
Elmira gasped softly behind him. The smell of sweat and pussy still lingered. Silas didn't recognize the odor of a good fuck because he never bothered to get his young wife really hot. Their monthly fucks were accomplished in less than a minute. McKenzie just parted her robe at the waist and stuck his cock in.
"It's a new air-freshener," she said. The pungent scent was more like an exotic perfume, but she couldn't say that. The strict rules of the church didn't allow perfume or makeup of any kind.
"An air-freshener?" McKenzie repeated with a darkening scowl. "It smells more like a swamp. Get rid of it!"
"Yes, dear. I will. You'll never smell it again." Ellie's heart beat wildly. Ragged breathing made her chest heave. The bed was a mess and he expected her to keep an immaculate house.
"You didn't get up in time to make the bed?" His tone was sharply accusing. Then he swerved and stalked toward the head of the bed. "What in God's good name is this?"
Ellie's heart stopped beating. A chill of fear shot through her lush figure. Cold sweat began to seep from every pore. She had forgotten to put away one pair of handcuffs. The fur-lined cuff that had bound her wrist was lying open on the bed. The other end was locked around the bedpost.
Her voice faltered, quivering with fear. "I-I found some things in the closet when I went to pet my robe."
"The devil's own devices," Silas said sharply. "I purchased them to show the Board of Elders at this afternoon's meeting. There is a den of sin in our fair city, and it must be closed!"
"Oh, yes! I couldn't believe how awful those things are!" "You examined everything?" "Not everything."
He glared with coldly accusing dark eyes narrowed to slits. "But you experimented with some! That's what you were doing when you should have been at church!"
"No-I was . . . I was-" Ellie's pretty face paled. She had run out of excuses.
"You shameless sinner!" he snapped. "You brazen hussy!" McKenzie charged into the closet like a raging bull. His long black robe with billowing sleeves swirled like a thunder cloud.
"This breast binder is still warm! You must have been using it too!"
Ellie staggered back, unable to speak.
"My wife plays harlot behind my back!" Reverend McKenzie turned white-faced with cold contempt. "Put it on again!" he demanded. "You must learn there is a price for yielding to temptation."
She took the figure-eight-shaped tit-clamping device in her trembling hand, breathing a frightened gasp as she slipped off her drab robe. Tears watered her fluttering green eyes. Ellie worked her lush tits into the open rings lined with silky black fur. It felt sleek and warm against her tender skin, but she shivered as though the thing were made of ice.
McKenzie gripped her quaking shoulders and whirled her around. He cinched the binding leather strap tight behind her back. Ellie groaned, her chest so constricted that she could hardly breathe.
"Jezebel!" he roared. "Lecherous slut! Yielding your flesh to temptation when you should have been in church praying for God to save your soul!" McKenzie pushed her away from him with a grunt of disgust.
Ellie stumbled forward and fell naked across the bed. She sprawled face-down and felt the pressure from the circular bands around the base of her tits.
He lunged and grabbed her arm, forcing it toward the open jaw of the fur-lined handcuff she'd forgotten to put away. Silas snapped it much tighter than it had been before. Though the locking band was padded, Ellie could feel cold steel squeeze the bones of her wrist.
Silas left her writhing on the bed, sobbing fearfully as he went back into the closet. Ellie felt a new pang of wrenching fear. Rod had brought two pairs of handcuffs with him, and hadn't taken them when he had left. If her husband found those, he'd know someone else had been with her. Ellie cowered and quaked until he came out of the closet carrying a cat-of-nine-tails-a short-handled whip with sinewy leather tongues, each tightly knotted at the tip.
"Some women are said to enjoy pain as part of pleasure," he said, swirling the nine-tongued lash angrily behind her. "I shall see that my wife does not become one of that sort!"
McKenzie's long arm snaked back in the fluttering sleeve of his black robe. The fist gnarled around the whip handle blurred forward and the nine hissing thongs fanned across her naked ass.
Ellie screamed and shook as welts that blazed and pained like knife cuts laced her ass. Jerking when the lash struck reminded her that she was still wearing the little clit ring. Grinding her hips against the mattress worked the trigger and shot an eerie tingle into her tender clit.
She sighed and moaned, tensing as she heard the lash arch back for another stinging blow. Silas hit the middle of her back this time. The biting leather tongues stung flesh and tangled in her tawny hair.
McKenzie grinned with chilling contempt and ran his free hand along her side. He turned the screw and tightened the clamping fur-sheathed bands that circled the base of her tits. Ellie felt pain stab into her chest from front and back. Then the scowling Reverend yanked the whip back and pulled her silky hair. Ellie's head snapped back and a mournful cry came from her trembling lips.
"I'll never miss church again," she sobbed. "I'll be a perfect parson's wife!"
"You haven't known enough pain to truly repent!" he snarled like a vicious dog and struck the lash across the backs of her thighs.
She twisted and squirmed, grinding the clit trigger beneath her. Sparking shocks of lewd pleasure helped her endure pain.
He fired a volley of sharp lashes, sharp hissing strokes that spread more pain from her neck to her knees. Ellie convulsed, screaming and pumping her hips, grinding the clit trigger as hard and fast as she could. The cunt tremors of an approaching climax dulled the heat of fiery pain and then blended with it as the cruel nine-tongued cat was struck again and again.
Ellie's mind swirled in dazed delight. Her creamy skin burned like it had been spread with fire, but she was approaching a frenzied climax-the first she had ever had with the pious preacher.
Sweat gleamed on the parson's craggy face. His breaths came hard in short, uneven gasps.
"Enough?" he asked coldly. The way Elmira was writhing, he thought he'd whipped her backside to the limit of endurance.
"Yyyeeesss, enough!" She quaked and moaned, pumping and squirming her hips until her heated frenzy settled into eerie bliss.
"Then turn over," he said. "I'll whip the other side for a while."
"Nnnooo!" she cried. "Please, no!" Her wet cunt was simmering, spotting the sheet with dampness. If she had to turn over, Silas would see the band around her clit and know that her lewd experimentation had gone further than he had thought.
Silas gave the screw that tightened the tits rings several turns. Ellie howled as constricting pain ravaged her tender tits.
"Turn over!"
The bands squeezing and bulging her lush tits were already tighter than Rod had made then. Ellie sobbed and pitched over on her back.
The handcuff locked around her wrist wrenched her arm as she turned. She winced from the pain and slid her free hand down to cover her crotch and the incriminating clit ring.
"Don't be fondling yourself now!" McKenzie roared. ""Move your hand away and feel the lash!"
"Nnnoooo, please! Don't whip my puss-" She choked, knowing she should never use that word with him. "My vagina. Don't whip my vagina."
"I'll whip whatever belongs to me!" McKenzie said. "Move your hand!" "Oooooh-"
He saw the ring and its protruding trigger the moment she moved her hand.
"Vile strumpet!" McKenzie snarled in shock. "Another sign of wanton debauchery!"
Ellie's temper flared then. "It's as much your fault as mine!" she cried. "If you fucked me with passion instead of a lifeless baby-making machine-"
"You dare suggest that I join you in depravity?"
Her teary green eyes gleamed and her lips curled. "You want to. I can see that. Look how stiff and throbbing hard your cock is!"
McKenzie looked down and gaped in horror. The exertion of whipping his young wife made his heart race, and the rushing surge of blood had fully engorged his long prickshaft. His cock had nearly torn the zippered fly of his somber back suit and burst free, almost extending the front of his long black robe like a tent pole.
"Put it in me!" she pleaded.
"It's not time for that. Not for twelve more days according to my calculations."
"I don't want your calculations. I want your cock! Fuck me, Silas. Treat me like a shameless whore!"
"You're worse than that," he snarled, his face red with shame.
He struck a vicious blow that fanned the nine thongs across Ellie's pussy mound. One knotted tip struck the trigger and fired painful pleasure into her bound clit. Her clit bulged and strained inside the constricting band.
Silas swung again and struck her tits. Already smarting from the torment of constriction, her tits felt stabbing pain as though from slashing dagger strokes. He grunted and whipped her pussy again, expecting his wrath to soften the hardness of his meaty cock. But watching Ellie's body squirm had exactly the opposite effect.
She giggled impishly despite the searing pain. Her green eyes twinkled mischievously through a veil of flooding tears. "The more you hurt me, the more you'll want me."
Reverend McKenzie answered with a doubting grunt and another vicious stroke of the lash. His breaths came in sharp hisses, hot like fire from a dragon's mouth. But his rampant prick swelled harder and throbbed with more lewd vigor.
Ellie's lush body quaked with yearning. The scent of heated pussy juice rose strongly. McKenzie's nostrils flared wider with each ragged breath he took. He discarded the whip and pulled down the zipper that closed the front of his long black robe.
His straining cock leaped out, eleven and a half inches of flesh as hard and thick as an oak limb. His prick bristled with bulging blue veins and the knobbed tip gleamed with a drop of pre-cum.
"I'll punish you with this!" he said.
Ellie sighed expectantly, trying to make herself sound fearful as he bridged himself above her on hands and knees. His cock took aim on her buttery cunt slit. She pleaded, "Nnnooo, not now. It's much too big!"
"I want it to hurt so that you will always remember the pain of sinful lust!"
He was fucking straight into her, and it did hurt!
Ellie moaned, tormented and delighted at the same time. His cock strained the walls of her wringing cunt and radiated heat she could feel in her fingers and toes.
"Oh, God! It's like hell's fire being forced into me," she moaned.
"That's what you get for consorting with devilish devices," he replied, ramming down until the cold zipper teeth of his robe imprinted the soft flesh of her pussy mound.
Ellie shivered ecstatically, clamping and swirling her sleek cunt muscles. His bony groin pressed on the protruding clit trigger and sent a wrenching spasm deep into her pussy.
She groaned, turning her head far to the side so that Silas wouldn't see the impish lewd gleam in her eye.
"Don't touch my tits," she begged him. "My nipples are too tender to endure pain!"
"Are they?" he chuckled, clamping a firm hand on each creamy tit.
"Aaagggh! Yes! And if you touched my nipples it would be even worse!"
"Would it really?" Silas chuckled maliciously and whirled his thumbs around her ruddy tit crowns. The surging warmth surprised him. He squeezed the creamy mounds and twirled her nipples faster.
"Grungh," Ellie moaned.
"You deserve the worst that God and I can give you!" He leered coldly at his luscious young wife, then raised his ominous dark eyes to heaven above. "Make my organ the tool of your wrath, dear God! Help me show this pitiful sinner the painful price of depravity!"
Ellie's soft lips trembled. She was trying hard not to smile and hoping her husband's prayer would be answered. When they had sex on their usual monthly schedule, he usually came after only two or three thrusts.
Now she ached for the thrilling pleasure of his big hot prick and wanted it to go on and on. He rammed and twisted his cock in her, savagely reaming the puffed lips of her cunt slit while sending fiery shocks of ecstatic intensity into her clit.
She sobbed and the tears kept coming. Her pretty face contorted itself into a grieving knot.
Silas grinned and hammered her soft body with rapid and brutally deep thrusts. Her screams and long wails sounded like cries of terrible pain. That inspired him. He fancied his cock to be the instrument of God's wrath, and he fucked his cock into her like a lightning bolt.
Ellie became dazed with delight beneath his thrusts. It was more than she had ever known. His big cock turned her pussy into a slithering pit. Her cunt wrenched and squirmed, milking the long cockshaft with tantalizing waves of motion, silently begging him to fire.
McKenzie took her frantic contractions to be her response to unbearable pain. He delighted in how he could punish her and tried not to think about how she delighted his cock.
Elmira's frenzied orgasm tugged at his cock and stirred the heat in his balls. Silas winced as the steaming pressure increased. He wanted to keep fucking her with his mighty prick.
He fucked into her with a guttural cry and let his cock fire. Ellie shuddered and bucked her hips in response to each thrust. His cock spit more fiery cum than in the previous six months.
It took over a minute for McKenzie to vent all of his heated rage. By then, Ellie thrashed beneath him, babbling incoherently. She was thrilled to have manipulated his anger into pleasure and enraptured by the climax that came after burning pain. Her eyes were still twinkling when time enough had passed for them to both catch their breaths.
"I hope you've learned your lesson," he said in a somber tone.
"Ooooh, yes! I'll be a perfect wife from now on. I couldn't stand it if you did that to me again."
McKenzie's cock twitched, still hard enough to fuck. He felt that God had answered his prayer and must want his wayward wife punished again.
He began with slow, rhythmic cock thrusts that made her moan. The enchanting aftershocks of her first orgasm with him still rippled, and he filled her pussy with seething delight again.
"It's God's will that you suffer more," he said.
"Ooooh, praise God!" she cried.
Chapter Four
Elmira McKenzie looked every inch the proper wife of a small-town fundamentalist minister when the Board of Elders assembled in the parsonage living room at four that Sunday afternoon.
Her seductively long and silky red-golden hair was tightly braided and primly coiled atop her head. She restrained a look of contentment behind an enigmatic little grin.
In the guise of accepting cruel punishment, she had coaxed Silas into fucking her four times after church. His wrath inspired a massive and long-lasting hard-on that thrilled her almost out of her mind.
Several of the somber Elders said they had missed her at church and were glad to see that she was feeling better. They took the rosy color of her creamy cheeks as a sign of health.
Reverend McKenzie called the meeting to order, his gaunt face stern and unsmiling. That look was nothing like the lewdly twisted grin of contentment he flashed while fucking his luscious young wife to her fourth climax with him.
He told the eight members of the church's governing body about The Pleasure Palace on the outskirts of town and showed them some of the purchase he'd made there-starting with a video cassette that showed a busty young blonde who was chained and whipped by two huge men, stark naked except for black executioner-style hoods that covered their faces.
Their enormous cocks twitched and jerked as they lashed the girl's milky white skin with braided leather bullwhips to leave patterned red welts on both sides of her ripe body.
McKenzie moved then to turn off the video tape player. "I know you can't bear to watch any more," he said sternly.
"Leave it on!" a shrill female voice said. That was Prudence Penworthy, wife of Plainview's most successful attorney and the ranking member of the governing board. "We must see the full extent of sinful depravity threatening our community."
The other Elders all murmured in agreement, so McKenzie let the tape play. They all squirmed and began to fidget in their folding chairs while the stunning young blonde took one thick hot prick into her golden-haired cunt and the other up her lusciously ripe ass.
Prudence Penworthy was breathing too hard to speak when the tape ended. Ellie appeared to be properly horrified, but her mind was racing, wondering how she might get two throbbing big cocks in her at once.
McKenzie showed them erotic novels and read a particularly lurid passage from each one. That started the Elders squirming in their seats again. Clyde Wallace, a wealthy property owner, grinned wryly and wondered how long it had taken the hawkish preacher to find the best parts and dog-ear those pages.
Then Reverend McKenzie showed some of the bondage devices he'd purchased at The Pleasure Palace's well-stocked novelty shop. Abe Hen-son, the town printer and newspaper publisher, saw several he'd like to try on his frigid wife. And he did not fail to notice how the preacher's hand trembled visibly when he demonstrated the cat-o-nine-tails by lashing the palm of his left hand.
Prudence Penworthy grabbed all the erotic novels off the display table and clutched them to her tits. "I'm taking these to the Town Council," she said with a crimson blush when all eyes settled on her. "We have an ordinance against obscenity this Board of Elders helped to write."
Wallace, the balding real-estate man, said, "That law's been overturned by the State Court of Appeals. It violates the First Amendment, freedom of speech. The way you had it written, even the Holy Bible could be branded as obscene. There's all that 'begatting' in the Old Testament, and not all of those bearded gentlemen were sleeping with their own wives."
The sudden outburst brought a stunned murmur from all the rest. Reverend McKenzie raised his hands in god-like fashion to still the crowd. Then he glared coldly at Clyde Wallace who sat in the back row of chairs.
"I'm not surprised that you defend independency," the parson said. "After all, you own the building where The Pleasure Palace is doing business!"
Another shocked murmur stirred the Elders who all turned and glared at the flustered property owner.
"All right! I own the building, but I leased it to the Sylmar Corporation not knowing what they planned to do with it," Wallace said defensively.
Mrs. Penworthy was busy thumbing through the books she'd grabbed off the table. Her face was flushed, her fingers trembling anxiously. "Now that you know, you must evict them! We can't allow filth like this to circulate among the good people of Plainview!"
"I can't evict them," Wallace said flatly.
"You would profit from the wages of sin?" she accused sharply.
"It's not that, Prudence. I signed an ironclad lease with the Sylmar Corporation. A lease that was drawn up by your husband! His law firm represents the company in this town. So don't you preach to me about profiting from the wages of sin!"
"That's shocking!" exclaimed Henson, the young publisher. "You should both be voted off the Board of Elders!"
"And you along with us?" Wallace asked bluntly. "You do all the printing for them and run ads for The Pleasure Palace in the newspaper!"
"Yes, and Robard's construction company did all their remodeling. Wilson sold them furniture and mirrors for that kinky motel. I don't think there's a person in this room who isn't somehow involved.
Reverend McKenzie glared from behind the display table. "There isn't one of you fit to serve the Lord!" he declared strongly.
Clyde Wallace replied just as sternly. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, Reverend. I was by this way real late last night and you were still up. Were you watching that video tape or trying those sexy torture devices on your pretty young wife?"
McKenzie's face reddened like a beet, a silent admission of guilt. His powerful voice failed him completely.
Wallace went on: "That breast-clamping thing and the handcuffs look used to me. See how the fur is matted."
"And that's not all!" Prudence Penworthy put in. "I was a little late for the first service this morning, and I saw that man who manages The Pleasure Palace coming into the parsonage. Is that why your wife missed church?"
Elmira McKenzie gasped and sank down in her chair, wishing there was some way to completely disappear.
The Reverend's gaunt fist slammed down on the display table. "This meeting is over!" he said, glaring at his wife with a coldly malicious look.
It took ten long minutes to clear the room, time enough for McKenzie's smoldering suspicions to reach a full boil.
"Was that despicable man here?" he demanded when the last of the departing Elders was out of earshot.
"Y-y-yes, he was. B-b-but only to see you," she stammered.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you're his best customer so far," she improvised quickly. "He was hoping that meant you would call off your crusade against The Pleasure Palace."
"Liar!" he snarled, slapping her across the face.
Ellie's head was snapped to the side by the force of the blow. Her coil of braids spun free and dropped down her back like a red-golden length of rope. Then he lashed her again and spun her head the other way. Her creamy cheeks blazed hot with red imprints of his hand. Tears filled the corners of her fluttering green eyes.
"I found two pairs of handcuffs in the bedroom closet that I didn't buy," McKenzie said. "Did he bring them to use on you?"
"N-n-no. He said those were a bonus. A peace offering."
"More lies!" McKenzie slapped her face back and forth again. "I think it was my pretty young wife that he wanted a piece of. And now that I know what a shameless little wanton you really are, I'm sure you obliged him!"
"Silas, I wouldn't. I'm your wife."
"I'll get the truth out of you one way or another," the glowering parson said. McKenzie grabbed the front of her simple, loose-fitting dress and ripped it open.
McKenzie lunged and clawed at her bra, tugging until the snaps gave way. He stripped it off, baring her lush tits. Then he pulled her panties down.
Ellie sobbed fearfully. She knew that McKenzie had a vile temper. Soon after they had been married, Ellie heard a rumor around town. Silas was said to have whipped his daughter Sylvia severely for attending her high school graduation dance. Strict rules of the church did not allow dancing, but the daughter born by his first wife had defied him. She had left Plainview the next day and had not seen or spoken to her father since. Silas never mentioned her, but Ellie had known the girl in high school. They were the same age.
Ellie trembled because she'd done far worse than attend a school dance. And just how much worse, he was determined to find out.
"Put this on!" he commanded her, holding the tit-clamping device in his gnarled fist.
"No, please. My tits are still hurting."
"Nothing like they'll hurt if you've been unfaithful to me! Put it on!" His free hand drew back for another stinging slap.
"All right!" Ellie cried, sniffing back tears. She worked her tender tits into the fur-sheathed clamping bands and turned without having to be told. McKenzie cinched it tight across her back.
He gave the screw at her side a single turn, just enough to make her tits bulge more enticingly. It didn't hurt yet, and Ellie was thankful for that. She could only feel the sleek fur against her quivering skin.
"Now into the bedroom," he demanded. "There are a few things left in the closet that I didn't show the Elders."
Ellie shivered, walking down the hall. She didn't know how much torment she could endure and dreaded to think what Silas might do if he forced her to tell all about Rod Kramer.
McKenzie followed, somber as always in the flowing black robe. In the bedroom, he grabbed her arms and cuffed them behind her back. Ellie's fearful trembling increased. He grinned coldly and pushed her back across the freshly made bed.
Her shoulders wrenched and her wrists hurt when she fell on her back. Anguished moans came from her soft lips. Silas spread her legs wide and put the metal bar between them, snapping the fur-lined locking jaws around her ankles.
She cowered on the bed with her arms painfully bound beneath the small of her back. That arched her pussy mound and made her creamy tits bulge through the clamping bands even more. Silas reached down and gave the screw another turn. Ellie felt a tingling sensation that wasn't quite pain yet.
He went to the closet and came back with a little black box that looked something like a portable radio. It had an on/off switch, a rotary dial and three slender wires that trailed from one end. Those ended in small black rubber cones like suction cups.
"This doesn't look particularly sinful, so I decided not to display it," he said. McKenzie hummed a hymn as he worked. Then he capped each nipple with a wired black cup.
It reminded Ellie of the heart-monitoring device doctors had used once when her mother had taken ill, but those probes had been put on the flat of her chest, not lewdly affixed to her swollen nipples.
He pulled the third cup and its trailing wire down to her crotch and wiggled it over her protruding clit. Ellie could only feel the cold pull of rubber suction, but she cringed knowing that her most tender nerve centers were now wired to that sinister-looking black box.
"This will spare my arm the strain of whipping the truth out of you," he said with a malevolent grin. "Modern technology works wonders!"
Silas clicked the switch on.
Ellie saw a little red light glowing faintly on the dial. McKenzie gave that a turn and the light glowed brighter, then it began to blink slowly. The light flashed, and Ellie felt an electric tingle pulse through her nipples and clit.
It wasn't painfully sharp, in fact she enjoyed the second mild jolt. It made her tits swell and her pussy clench with pulsing waves that matched the rhythm of the blinking light.
"Ooooh," she cooed. "That makes me want to feel your punishing cock inside me again."
"Not until I know the truth about you and Rod Kramer," Silas answered coldly. He gave the round knob on the dial a quarter of a turn. The light glowed brighter and blinked a little faster.
"Unnngh!" Ellie groaned. The shocks were stronger now and coming faster. "Hooo, Silas. Leave this on while you punish me with your prick. I was wrong to miss church this morning, and wrong not to tell you that Rod . . . that that wicked man stopped by."
McKenzie's grin warped and he gave the dial a half a turn. Ellie yelped and her body quivered in a high arch as the current raced through every nerve. This approached pain.
"The dial is set on five now," he told her. "It goes all the way up to twenty."
"No more!" she pleaded. "Please, no!"
"Then tell me what Kramer did this morning. If he arrived here and you were up soon after the first service began, why wasn't the bed made? And why weren't you with me when the first service was over?"
"He only stayed a minute. Then I went back to bed. I fell asleep and didn't wake up again until just before you came home."
"Pray to God that's the whole truth," he said. "I'm turning the dial up to ten."
"Aaagggh!" Ellie's lush body convulsed with wild spasms. The red light glowed like a beacon, flashing rapidly as the jolting current made her twitch without control.
She winced with each shock and clenched her teeth, venting sharp little cries through tightly drawn lips. The pulsing current jarred every nerve.
"You were unfaithful to me, weren't you, Elmira? Your body became caught by lust and you allowed him to enter your sacred portal."
Any other time, Ellie would have strained to keep from laughing at the stilted, old-fashioned language. But now the rapid, stinging hot electric shocks were all she could think of. She cried, "Nnnnoooo! I'm still as pure as the day we married."
Her tortured writhings entranced the glowering minister. Tossing her head had loosened her long braid. Shimmering red-golden hair flounced all around her anguished face. Her lush tits heaved and blushed with rushing blood. Her pussy seethed, bounding up and down as shocks fired into her clit.
The rich scent of cunt filled the room. McKenzie breathed deeply. "You said that smell was air freshener." His chest rumbled with an angry laugh. "But now I know the scent of your raging lust! You were with him in this room, on this bed. He entered your body-"
Silas turned the dial steadily upward. When the current peaked, Ellie could only stand it for a few seconds.
"Yyyyeeesss!" she confessed with a strident cry of pain. "He fucked me, but it wasn't my fault. He brought those handcuffs and he found that leg-spreading bar you bought. I was helpless in restraint when he took his pleasure with me!"
Reverend McKenzie switched off the shock generator and slumped down on the edge of the bed, dropping his head into his hands.
"I'm a wretched sinner worse than most," he moaned. "But I will repent. And I will have retribution!"
Chapter Five
Ellie spent a restless night because Reverend McKenzie's reborn faith and strong need to repent would not allow him to touch her. The sparking, shock-induced climax had only whetted her appetite for more pleasure. But this was not the time to ask or try to coax it from him.
Silas stayed up late, grimly plotting his holy war against The Pleasure Palace. It was more than a church crusade now, it was a personal vendetta. Rod Kramer had fucked his young wife, and he would pay dearly for that rash moment of pleasure.
Alone in the bedroom while he worked in the study, Ellie found a big battery-powered dildo among the things Silas had bought to shock the Elders into action against The Pleasure Palace. It was molded from a rubbery, flesh-like material and it looked surprisingly realistic-an enormous artificial cock accurate even down to bulging blue veins.
Near the base, the rubbery flesh was accordion-pleated, and Ellie soon discovered the reason for that. When she switched it on, the foot-long cock-shaped part began to piston back and forth, powered by the batteries inside.
Ellie moaned and worked the pulsing prick into her cunt. She sighed in rapture, bucking her hips, driving that piston of pleasure to its rubbery hilt. The pleated part expanded and contracted rhythmically, gently stimulating her clit. But gentle was no longer enough. Ellie found the clit ring and slipped that on with the trigger turned to be twitched by the pulsing accordian pleats of the dildo's pistoning mechanism.
She climaxed again and again with the tireless artificial cock, fucking with it far into the night . . . until the batteries ran down and it would barely quiver.
It wasn't the thrilling kind of satisfaction she really needed. There was no strong man's weight bearing down on her anxious body, no hands but one of her own to fondle her tits.
She put the shock-stimulating cups on her nipples and clit as Silas had done and ran the power up to max while the dildo fucked away in her wringing cunt. That was better, but still not good enough. Elbe knew that she would have to find a way to see Rod Kramer on Monday.
Silas left the parsonage early, somber and grimly handsome in his black suit with a backward-turned white collar. He was off to launch his crusade against The Pleasure Palace-first with an appearance on a local TV talk show.
Ellie went down into the basement to find a trunk that contained clothes she'd worn while in the city, things Reverend McKenzie didn't think proper for a parson's wife. Ellie was supposed to have given it all to a charity thrift shop, but she could not bear to part with things that symbolized her brief independence.
She had hidden the trunk in a dark, seldom-used corner of the basement. Now she was glad that she had. No one in Plainview would recognize her in the stylish, figure-hugging clothes she preferred to wear.
Ellie selected a pair of high-heeled, knee-length black boots, a short red skirt and a clinging white blouse which was soft as a whisper and revealing as gossip. Then she found a platinum blonde wig she'd bought in the city on a whim.
An old cracked mirror leaned against the wall. Ellie dressed in front of that, admiring the transformation. She smiled and brushed the long platinum tresses that concealed her own hair.
She also applied makeup from a kit hidden in the trunk, lip gloss, blush and eye shadow.
Then she slipped out of the house by way of the back door and walked three blocks to the main street of Plainview to get a cab.
"I want to go to The Pleasure Palace," she told the driver. "I don't know the address exactly, but it's on the outskirts of town."
"I know where it is," he said with a leering grin. "Most folks in Plainview do by now. Even some who won't admit having been there."
"A lot of people are like that," she remarked.
"Not you, I take it. You must be new in town."
"Er, yes ... I am."
"Lots of new people moving in," the driver said, just to make conversation. "Town's really growing, and not all the new folks are as stuffy and old fashioned as Reverend Iron Nuts would like." "Iron nuts?" she repeated curiously. "Real name's Silas McKenzie ... a self-righteous Bible-quoting sonuvabitch!"
"Ooooh, one of those." Ellie found it hard not to laugh.
"Worse than most. He whipped his own daughter black and blue just for going to her high school graduation dance. The girl left town and ain't been back." "Isn't that just a rumor?" "No, I'm sure. I drove her to the train station, and I've never seen a pretty girl so shook up. She was hysterical, and the pious bastard who did that wants to tell the rest of us how to live. He was on TV early this morning preaching against The Pleasure Palace like it was the main gate to hell."
Ellie chuckled, but then the new place came into view and she saw at least twenty people walking a picket line on the sidewalk in front. Most were loyal church members who knew her well. The parson's wife cringed and began to wonder how good her disguise really was.
Sign-carrying pickets blocked the driveway and more crowded around the cab when the driver tried to inch through. Ellie saw words like "sin" and "smut" in vivid red letters. And she saw the stern face of Prudence Penworthy peering instantly at her through the side window.
"No decent woman would enter a place like this!" the dour church Elder screamed.
Elbe grinned tautly and turned her head. On the other side of the stopped car she saw Abe Henson leering at her through the glass. He snapped her picture with a flash camera. She winced at the sudden glare and heard him say, "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
She sneered. "You lecherous little creep, that's the oldest line in the world. Now tell your friends to get their self-righteous asses out of the way or I'll persuade the driver to run them down!" Ellie hoped that deepening her naturally soft voice would be enough to keep Henson from recognizing her.
He was still staring intently at her when the car pulled forward through the scattering crowd. That worried Elmira McKenzie just a little. Hen-son was the town's newspaper publisher in addition to being an Elder of the church. Abe could make real trouble for her if he had penetrated her disguise.
Rod Kramer greeted the cab when it stopped under the arcade outside the main entrance. "Sorry about that other reception," he said to the silver-haired blonde in the rear seat. "Welcome to The Pleasure Palace."
Ellie grinned confidently. Rod didn't recognize her when she stepped out of the car. She paid and tipped the cab driver, then turned back to him as the car pulled away. "You said you wanted to see me on Monday. Well, here I am!"
He gawked, then laughed heartily. "Ellie, for God's sake! I never would have dreamed it was you."
She nodded toward the pickets and Abe Hen-son who was snapping more pictures with a telephoto lens. "Let's hope none of them recognized me."
"Not a chance!" he assured her, looking closely again. "But you're really stunning as a platinum blonde!"
"Think so? Then let's give our local news hawk a picture he won't dare print in a small-town paper."
Ellie all but threw herself into his arms. She squirmed her hips against his hard-muscled loins and guided his hands to her lush tits. Then she twined her arms around his neck and pulled his head toward hers, lewdly flicking out her tongue just before their lips touched.
Rod sucked on her wiggling tongue and felt his delighted cock start to stiffen. Henson's strobe light flashed. Rod worked his hips against her luscious pussy mound and slid his hands down to clamp on the cheeks of her ass and hold her tighter. The strobe glared again.
"Ungh," she said, breaking off their tongue-thrusting kiss. "That's enough for out here. Let's find a place where we can be alone. My husband has appointments that will keep him busy all day and half the night."
"Not nearly as busy as we're going to be." Rod fondly patted her ass and gave her a squeeze as they turned toward the main door.
"Henson must have rediscovered his faith too," Ellie remarked.
"Yeah, he came by early to say the paper wouldn't run any of our advertisements from now on."
"Is that going to hurt business?"
"Are you kidding? Your husband's crusade is going to put this place on the front page. And on TV too. He's giving The Pleasure Place publicity that money can't buy."
Ellie laughed, lightly tossing her long platinum mane. "As the Reverend Silas McKenzie is so fond of saying ... the Lord works in mysterious ways!"
Rod gave Ellie a brief tour that ended in the penthouse suite atop the motel wing.
"Each room in the complex has a different theme," he explained as he keyed open the door. "There's a room like a dungeon complete with replica torture devices. Another like the cabin of a flying saucer where earth women are held captive for the experimental pleasure of males from another world. We rent costumes to go along with each room. For the alien spaceman we even provide rubbers to make his cock look green."
Ellie giggled, entranced by the idea. "But I wouldn't want to be fucked by a little green man," she said as they entered the luxurious penthouse.
"Yeah, I know you," Rod grinned. "You want a big green man!"
"The bigger the better!" Then Ellie looked around the room Rod had just ushered her into. "Ooooh! This looks like a millionaire's playroom!" "That's the idea. It's like that TV show, the island where each guest's fantasy comes true. But we offer more basic pleasures at a price real people can afford."
"This must all have cost a fortune!" Ellie said in awe. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling of * e spacious room. The enormous bed had a control panel that looked like something out of an airplane cockpit, and the bed itself was covered with a spread of deep, soft and shimmering fur.
"Yeah, it did . . . but the investors saved a little on the Nazi prison camp room. That's done mostly in barbed wire and rough planks." Ellie was still gazing around the elegant suite, contained a sunken tub that steamed and swirled like a whirlpool, a well-stocked bar and pool table, and things beyond she could not clearly in the pale glow of indirect lighting. "Will we have time to try all the rooms?" she ked anxiously.
"That would take a while. There are thirty ms altogether, each with a different mood." "Well, I'm in the mood to live like a millionaire's wife right now." Ellie extended her s and puckered her soft lips, reaching for kiss.
Rod flashed a cool grin and slapped her face. No millionaire worth his salt fucks his wife for pleasure. There's a maid's uniform hanging in the closet over there. Put that on. I'll be waiting in the whirlpool bath for you to serve me a snifter of brandy."
Ellie recoiled from the sting of his slap and harsh demanding words, even though Rod hadn't struck her with anything near full force.
"Being your servant girl isn't part of my fantasy," she protested.
"Too bad. It's the best part of mine. You bruised my ego when you ran home to marry that stuffy old preacher."
"I told you why I had to do that!"
"Yeah, and I'm telling you what to do now. Dress yourself like a cute little maid and attend to my every desire!" Rod began to undress by the edge of the steaming whirlpool bath.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but then thought better. Why not play along? The role of maid wasn't much different than being a waitress, and certainly better than boredom as a parson's wife.
Ellie went to the closet and put on a skimpy little black outfit with a plunging neckline, delicate white lace trim and a crisp white apron barely large enough to cover her pussy mound, She left on her knee-high black boots ever though they were not strictly proper for the maid's role. Wearing them made her feel sexy and that was a feeling she'd missed for too long!
At the bar she poured brandy into a snifter and balanced that on a silver tray. She walked to the edge of the steaming tub with an appropriately submissive little smile shyly curving her soft lips.
She moved like a humble servant, really starting to enjoy the role. "Your brandy, sir."
Rod took a sip, scowled and spit back into the glass. "Brandy? You stupid little bitch, I specifically asked for champagne!"
The sudden outburst caught her off guard. Ellie staggered back and realized then that he was just toying with her. "Champagne. Yes, sir. How silly of me. Just a moment-"
Ellie scurried back to the bar, uncorked a bottle and slashed bubbling wine into a long-stemmed, bell-shaped glass. Then she poured another for herself and balanced them both on the silver tray.
Rod picked up on her ploy right away and knew that Ellie was really getting into the game now. "What's this? Two glasses? Do you see anyone else in the tub with me, my dear girl?"
"I thought you might like me to join you. I Your wife is in Paris this whole week spending I a fortune on some designer's new clothes."
"You? Join me? A lowly maid not bright enough to get a drink order right?" Rod sneered ! and scoffed at the very idea.
"Maybe I'm not too bright, but I do have j beautiful big tits," she said, bowing low to offer 1 him the champagne.
"Aaah, yes . . . that you do." Rod took a sip of the sparkling wine, wondering what Ellie would do next.
"Your wife is so old, so ugly and flat-chested," Ellie said, "I know you just married for her fortune . . . and for a chance to send her to Paris and be alone with someone young and sexy like me."
Ellie set down the tray, picked up the second glass of champagne and tinged the edge of hers against his.
"To love and lust," she said boldly.
Rod marveled at her improvisation, then grinned. "You devious little bitch. Perhaps you're not as stupid as I first thought."
"I know a big stiff cock when I see one, and the hot swirling water has done wonderful things to yours."
"Do you think you might be able to do even more?"
"Ooooh, yes, sir! I'm sure! Your wish is my command."
"Then suck it, baby. I'm anxious to see how long you can hold your breath." Rod grabbed the lace-trimmed collar of her low-cut maid's uniform and tugged her into the water.
Ellie tumbled head-over-heels with a frightened gasp. She splashed into the roiling hot tub, clothes, boots and all. Her platinum wig floated off and her long, red-golden hair swirled free. He tossed the wig aside with an impatient grunt and forced her head down beneath the water to meet the upraised shaft of his stiff cock.
She moaned, that sound rising with a stream of silver bubbles escaping from her lips.
"I'm not letting you up to breathe until you make me cum," Rod said. "Suck my cock, bitch! And be quick about it!"
Ellie groaned, suddenly terrified by the new twist an apparently harmless game had taken. She'd been a strong swimmer all her life and knew that she could hold her breath for almost two minutes. But that was not a lot of time to bring a man to orgasm by sucking on his cock . . . not one with the iron-willed self-control that Rod Kramer had so often displayed when they were together.
She swirled her lips around his bulging cockhead underwater, watching bubbles dance and rise all around from the jetting whirlpool nozzle. If only she could make his cock gush with the same force, and do it before she ran out of precious breath.
"Hhhhhmmm, I like that," he said as her clinging lips inched down his prickshaft. "But it will take at least ten minutes of such timid sucking to make me cum. By then I don't think even artificial respiration will save you. I'll be bothered having to hire a sexier maid."
Ellie heard the words filtered through a watery din. Her heart beat wildly, wasting her precious breath. And the snug black maid's uniform began to shrink in the steaming hot tub. It hugged and squeezed her luscious curves, getting tighter with each passing second.
She sucked Rod's throbbing cock with a fervor inspired by humankind's most primitive instinct . . . self-preservation. Rod might let her head up to breathe if she failed to make his cock fire before she ran out of breath. Then again, he might not.
She sucked and squirmed her lips anxiously around his long cockshaft, having to wonder how completely caught up he was in their shared fantasy. Perhaps he could no longer tell imagination from reality, any more than she could clearly separate the sensations of pleasure and pain.
Ellie cupped her hands beneath Rod's egg-sized balls and stroked them fondly. They dangled almost weightless underwater, huge and quaking orbs filled with steaming vigor. Her soft, wavering fingers teased and stroked, begging him to unload before she drowned while sucking his beautiful big cock.
He clamped one hand behind her neck and forced her head up and down. The other hand cupped a pendulous tit sheathed in shrinking black satiny cloth. His thumb twirled her bulging nipple, making her want to cry with delight.
Her mind became a dazed blur. He forced her head up and down. Frantic lips encircled his cockshaft, where a frenzied tongue licked and swirled. No one had ever sucked his cock with such passion. The strange link between torment and intense delight became fixed in both of their minds.
Rod Kramer came with a roar of joy. Salty-sweet cum jetted into her tight throat just when Ellie thought she might faint and be forced to breathe in water with her dying gasp. He pumped his cock hard, slamming her head down to meet each thrust.
She sucked and swallowed jism with a sense of relief far beyond rapture. Ellie knew that she would survive. Her milking lips and flailing tongue drained his cock when she still had a few precious seconds of breath to spare. Ellie bobbed her head up and gulped air, rasping down the last of his sticky sweet cum.
"Ooooh, God," she cried after another gulp of air. "I actually climaxed while we were doing that. Relief made my pussy convulse underwater just as though it held a cock."
Her mind was still dazed, dizzy with pleasures she could not understand. Extreme torment and exquisite delight had become impossible for the young parson's wife to tell apart.
Chapter Six
Ellie took off her wet boots and brushed her tawny hair dry under the glowing warmth of a heat lamp in the bathroom of the luxurious suite. The satiny black cloth of her maid's uniform dried almost at once, now fitting her sensuous curves like a second skin.
Rod dried himself and stretched out naked on the bed, sipping champagne and luxuriating in the soft, warmth of the dense fur bedspread. He watched her reflection in the wall mirror.
She put on black net stockings and a pair of black shoes with long heels. They enhanced the beautiful taper of her shapely legs.
He worked the controls and raised the head of the bed, then touched another button to raise an arch beneath his knees. Rod flicked a switch and watched a mirrored panel on the ceiling slip aside. A TV screen came into view, mounted on a recess over the bed.
Pressing another button brought the screen to life with a blaze of color. Reverend McKenzie's stern face glared down from above, shaking an accusing finger as he ranted in silent rage. Rod had the sound turned off.
It was a video tape he'd made of the preacher's appearance on a local talk show earlier that morning. He thought it would be interesting to watch Ellie's reaction when she stretched out on the bed with him and saw her husband's glowering countenance staring down from above. Rod pressed a button and froze the close-up on the screen.
Ellie served Ron more champagne and poured a glass for herself. Then she settled beside him on the raised and arched remote control bed. She didn't look up, her luminous green eyes focused intently on his enormous erection.
Rod asked, "What would the Reverend McKenzie say if he could see you now?"
She laughed and shuddered at the same time. "Oooooh, he'd crap his pants!"
"He knows nothing about us?"
"Er, well ..." Ellie's voice faltered as her cheeks blushed. She took a cooling sip of the sparkling wine and went on in an uneasy tone. "He knows you came to the house on Sunday. A local busy-body saw you coming in. When I missed church, he got even more suspicious. He wired my nipples and clit to some kind of electronic shocking device and forced me to tell what we'd done."
"I guess that explains the new fervor of his crusade against pleasure."
"Yes, I told him that you forced me. That you took pleasure against my will."
"No wonder he's in such a rage." Rod looked strangely at her and thumbed the button that controlled the screen she hadn't yet noticed above the bed.
McKenzie's voice thundered with frightening realism through high fidelity speakers. "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord!"
"Ooooh, my God!" Ellie jumped a foot, splashing cold champagne in her lap. It soaked through and chilled her pussy mound. Her widened eyes darted toward the sound and met Silas McKenzie's coldly accusing glare. It took a full second for her to realize it was only an image on a color TV screen. She laughed weakly then.
"Rod . . . you scared the wits out of me! For a minute I thought Silas was here in this room." Her hands still trembled.
"I wish he was. I'd like him to see how little it takes to force his lovely wife into submission." Rod grabbed her quaking shoulders and pulled Ellie down on her back.
From a recess in the mirrored headboard he drew out a broad leather cuff attached to a slender length of steel chain. He strapped the cuff around Ellie's right wrist before she'd fully recovered her senses.
"Sinful depravity threatens all that is good and decent in Plainview," McKenzie's voice warned from above.
"Yes," Kramer agreed, "and it threatens those who aren't so righteous as they'd like others to believe even more."
Ellie struggled to keep her left arm free, but she was distracted by the larger-than-life-size image of her husband's angry face glaring down as though he could see her.
Rod held her flailing left arm and circled her wrist with a leather cuff drawn from a recess on the other side of the bed. She winced and moaned with he buckled it tight, and touched a remote control button to draw the slack chain.
"Imagine innocent women restrained by cruel devices such as these," McKenzie was saying.
"Yes, imagine that," Rod laughed. "Are you going to tell the people how much your own wife enjoys it?"
Rod moved down to the foot of the bed and grabbed her thrashing right leg. From a recess in the frame, he drew out another broad leather band and its trailing length of chain. He snared her ankle in the strap and cinched it tight.
Ellie's ripe curves rippled with waves of delight and tremors of guilt. Bondage had become a thrilling prelude to the kind of fiercely passionate sex that she enjoyed most. But having to stare at her husband's stern face and hear his ranting voice made her cringe.
Rod caught her other leg, amused by McKenzie's vitriolic attack on The Pleasure Palace. He'd heard it all before. Perversion, depravity, debauchery ... the pious preacher's favorite words. What amused Kramer most was knowing that Silas McKenzie was blustering his way into a trap. When it sprang shut, it would stun the pious old hypocrite and shock him more than anything Rod could do with his sexy young wife.
Ellie thought nothing of his bemused grin. Rod had always enjoyed restraining her, using his superior strength to bind her helpless in one way or another. It made his cock throb.
He pushed buttons and the bed mechanism whirred, the mattress pulling flat once again. Gears churned at the four corners, taking up slack in the chains that bound Ellie on her back with arms and legs spread like the points of a star.
Silas was still ranting on the screen over her head, saying that his moral crusade would close The Pleasure Palace, but Ellie wasn't listening to a word he said. Or watching either. Her anxious green eyes followed Rod Kramer's stiff cock. She hungered for a good hot fuck with a strong man.
He turned the TV sound down so they wouldn't have to listen to any more distracting prattle, but he left the image on the screen so Ellie could see her husband's wrathful glare whenever she looked up.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked.
"No, I'm not. You're going to amuse the owners of The Pleasure Palace. They asked me to arrange a meeting with the parson's wife."
"The owners? I don't understand."
The door to the luxurious suite clicked open and a tall, stately beauty with coal-black hair strode into the room.
She wore black high-heeled cavalier boots that reached halfway up her thighs. A studded belt circled her slender waist. A black leather bra accented the thrust of her firm, sharp-peaked tits. Her dark nipples protruded through openings in the supple leather cups.
A black bandit's mask covered the upper half of her face. Menacing dark eyes leered through the slits. Ellie had never seen a more ominous figure in her whole life. The sinister beauty smiled down at her, holding a braided black leather bull whip coiled in her gloved hand.
Ellie cowered on the bed, squirming uncomfortably on the elegant fur spread.
"Wha . . . what do you want with me?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"I want to give you new kinds of pleasure." The masked woman let the long whip uncoil.
The black gloves she wore had flaring gauntlets that reached almost to her elbows.
Ellie winced and turned to Rod, her wide green eyes pleading with him. "Who is she? Why are you doing this to me?"
"You don't recognize me, Elmira? It hasn't been that long since we were in high school together.
"Sylvia!" She spoke the name with a gasp of complete shock. "Sylvia McKenzie! Silas' daughter!"
"Yes, the one he whipped black and blue for going to the graduation dance. I'm also the 'Syl' in the Sylmar Corporation. My husband, Mark Temple, is the other half of the team."
A tall, dark-haired man about thirty walked into the room. He wore Roman-style sandals that were laced with criss-crossing thongs on his muscular calves. Something like a studded leather jock strap circled his lean, athletic waist. But there was a round opening in the pouch that allowed his long thick cock to hang out.
His prick was the largest Ellie had ever seen, and his cock wasn't even hard yet. He wore a short leather vest not large enough to cover his brawny and hairless chest. Rippling muscles bulged and gleamed with strength.
"Whipping Sylvia wasn't all Silas did that night," Mark said. "He got so riled that he fucked her. Your pious husband, her father, was the first to put a stiff cock into my gorgeous wife."
"Ooooh, dear God! I had no idea-"
"It's not something I wanted to spread around town," Sylvia said. "For my sake, not his. I was too stunned and shamed to enjoy sex for a year after that. And I've been plotting revenge ever since."
Sylvia flashed a mirthless grin. Her long right arm twitched anxiously and the braided whip swirled on the floor at her feet. To Ellie it looked as sinister as a snake.
"I had nothing to do with that!" she cried. "Why take it out on me?"
"You just blundered into the trap Mark and I planned for the righteous Reverend McKenzie. Now that you have, our plan should work better and be even more satisfying."
Sylvia's long arm snaked back and the braided lash hissed sharply in the high-ceilinged room. The whip curled and came forward as a blurred streak, slashing down to sting Ellie's soft flesh from splayed crotch to chin.
She yelped and screamed, stung by the pain much worse than the cat-of-nine-tails Silas had used. Above, through tear-streaked eyes, Ellie saw Silas on the TV screen. He shook a scolding finger directly at her.
"We're sending you home to him just the way he sent me away from Plainview . . . whipped hot and freshly fucked!"
"Oooh, nnnooo!" The long, stinging lash struck again. Ellie screamed and howled, writhing desperately in restraint. The tight front of her shrunken maid's uniform split, and Ellie fully expected her exposed flesh to be torn next.
Sylvia wielded the lash expertly. "My father introduced me to bondage, pain and sex, but I've grown and gone on a long ways since then."
She lashed Ellie's ripe body first on the left side, then on the right. Strained satin over Ellie's lush tits burst on both sides. Smarting pain burned into her chest. Ellie convulsed with a wail of torment, clanking the chains and chafing her wrists in binding leather bracelets. Her generous nipples and creamy smooth tit flesh bulged through tears in the sleek black cloth. Sylvia deftly lashed one nipple and then the other with the snapping tip of the whip.
Pain like two fiery daggers stabbed into Elbe's tits. Her smarting nipples burned with pain that left her too numbed to scream. Blazing welts striped her heaving belly, each one patterned distinctively like the braided whip.
"Silas should have no trouble recognizing those welts. This is the whip he used on me and it's braided not quite like any other."
Ellie moaned, her body racked with pain. Each hissing stroke of the lash ripped more of her fragile maid's dress. The fabric tore with a shrieking sound and the split widened, exposing more naked flesh when Ellie thrashed and squirmed in seething distress.
Sylvia took special delight in whipping Ellie's pussy mound. That brought the sharpest response. Spasms of pain made her sleek cunt writhe in a frenzy. The pungent tang of simmering cunt honey mixed with the salty scent of sweat.
Ellie cried, "Enough! Please, Sylvia ... let Mark fuck me now if that's to be part of your revenge."
"I never thought I would hear prudish little Elmira begging to be fucked," Sylvia said wryly. "But then I learned from Rod how much you really like it."
"That singles bar I used to manage was Sylmar's first business enterprise," Rod chimed in. "Sylvia knew you were working there because she checked the payroll."
"And I knew Rod was fucking you on a regular basis," Sylvia went on. "I almost laughed myself sick when my father arranged your marriage, thinking he was getting a sweet little virgin as his bride."
Ellie moaned despairingly, certain now that all the secrets of her past life would become known. She dreaded to think what Silas would do when he discovered that she'd deceived him from the start.
"She's all teary-eyed like I was that night when father fucked me," Sylvia said with a gleeful grin. "Go ahead, Mark. Ball her brains out. I can't wait to see your big cock sink into the cunt Silas thinks is all his."
Watching his tall stunning wife whip another woman's pussy hot and wet for him made Mark Temple's enormous cock swell outrageously hard.
He climbed up on the bed between her bound legs and smiled down at his captive's pretty face.
"How can your wife stand to watch?" she sobbed as he fucked his stiff cock through a tear in her dress and into the buttery soft cleft of her tawny-haired cunt.
"She enjoys watching me fuck another woman just as much as I enjoy watching her fuck another man. We have that kind of open relationship."
"Ooooh, Jesus!"
"We find that to be less shameful than my father's brand of pious hypocrisy. And yours!" Sylvia added sharply. "Stick it in her, Mark. I want to hear Elmira scream. I love the sound of her tortured wails."
He arched above her with the pulsing head of his massive cock poised between the quivering lips of her juicy pussy slit. He lunged, filling her whipped pussy with more cock than she had ever felt before. Elbe moaned and gasped, her head tossing spastically.
She wrenched under his driving weight, straining the leather cuffs strapped around her wrists and ankles. They chafed her skin.
She groaned, sucking in breath as Mark's powerful body arched again for another thrust. Her cunt was wringing his cock as he withdrew.
Mark fondled her beautiful big tits, sucking one nipple and then the other as his head swayed from side to side. His hammering loins fucked over a foot of stiff cock relentlessly in and out.
Ellie suffered and groaned under each demanding thrust. He seemed determined to split her cunt with his enormous prick. Mark drove and twisted his cock into her.
"You can tell Silas I don't care much that he fucked my wife. Not now that I've fucked his." Mark grinned and kept fucking into her.
"Ungh! Aaagh! Hhhooo," Ellie cried. He was being deliberately rough, enjoying her anguished sobs and rasping grunts.
After the sharp, stinging hot pain of a severe whipping, she found pleasure even in that.
Sylvia's lewd grin curved wider as Ellie's bucking hips showed the fevered passion of her long-frustrated desire. Revenge was sweeter than she had ever dreamed. By the time they finished with her, Elmira McKenzie would be more a lewd wanton than any pious hypocrite could possibly cope with.
Chapter Seven
Mark Temple slowed the beat of his cock thrusts when Ellie began to gasp and moan, arching her back as high as the four restraining strands of steel chain would allow.
He tantalized her with long, smooth gliding fuck-strokes. He kissed her bulging tits, pulling softly with circled lips while his tongue spiraled around her generous nipples.
Elbe sighed, forgetting the sting of the braided lash and the heat of pain that still jangled her nerves. Mark was an incredibly talented fucker when he wanted to be. He delighted her with sucking kisses, thrusting his tongue in to twine with hers.
His hot breaths rattled her senses when he nibbled and tongue-probed the pink hollow of her ear. And, all that time, his massive cock kept fucking smoothly in and out of her pussy.
She clenched and rippled her cunt muscles, surrounding his deep-sinking cockshaft with swirling pleasure.
"You like being filled with hot throbbing cock, don't you?"
"Yes! Oooh, yes! I love it. I can't get enough. Rod taught me, but Silas would never give me "I'm going to give it to you, baby. I'm going to give you all that your pussy has ever dreamed about."
"Do it, Mark. Make my dreams come true. This is The Pleasure Palace. This is where it should happen."
"And it will. You'll want to come back here again and again." His voice had the same hypnotic charm as his gliding cock thrusts.
Ellie purred like a she-cat in heat, rasping sounds that rolled like distant thunder from her inner depths. Mark's enormous cock was no longer a fearsome instrument of stark terror. His prick was a deep-reaching magic wand that sparked rapturous waves of lewd delight in places never touched before.
"You are going to come back to The Pleasure Palace, and you are going to bring Silas with you," Mark said, filling her cunt with another slow push of his massive cock.
"Hhhooo, not Silas. He's never thrilled me like this. I want you, or Rod, or anyone but him." The preacher's glaring face and shaking fist still dominated the ceiling TV screen above her head.
"It's Sylvia who wants him," Mark explained, playfully nibbling her ear. "He launched her new life, and she wants him to know how far it's gone."
Ellie smirked and restrained a giggle of lewd delight. "I would like to see that, but Silas won't ever come here. Not now. Not after launching his new crusade."
"You'll find a way to persuade him," Mark said. "You're his wife, like it or not. For better or worse. Don't you want to see him feeling better? Free of guilt and smothering hypocrisy?"
"That would be a relief for us both," she had to admit.
"Then you'll find a way. We're all counting on you, Ellie. Just as you're counting on me to deliver the climax your body demands."
"Yes, and I need that now. Make me cum, Mark. Fuck me! Ooooh, God . . . give me the best climax of my life!"
He grinned and fucked his cock into her slithering pussy, whirling her nipples as their lips sealed in a kiss. Ellie extended her tongue and he sucked hard on it just as his cock fired.
"Mumph," she groaned, stung by the force of his volcanic blast. Jetting spurts of spunk heated the walls of her pussy. Elbe gurgled and moaned, her tongue still trapped by the powerful suction of his bps.
Slick with cum, Mark's cock fucked faster, drilling and reaming her cunt. Orgasmic contractions gripped his greased cock, milking and sucking, begging his balls for more.
Ellie's hands balled into fists drawn tight by raging pleasure. Her chains strained tight. Her toes curled as her back arched, and an explosive cry of wild delight blew their sucking lips apart.
"Hhhooo," she moaned when her wild rapture reached its peak and her dazzled mind plunged downward into the eerie bliss of complete relief.
Mark Temple took deep, measured breaths. He enjoyed the lingering pulses in her sleek cunt, even when they had faded into weary contentment.
"Now it's my turn!" Sylvia said. "I want to suck your jism from her cunt."
Mark eased back with a smile, slowly withdrawing his weakened prick. "You'll love Sylvia's tongue," he promised. "She's the absolute master of cunt sucking."
Sylvia grinned and triggered the control panel to arch the bed high under Ellie's ass. That tilted Elbe's splayed cunt toward the ceiling and the wrathful image of her husband replayed for the third or fourth time.
Ellie winced and hissed a cry of pain. Arching her back put additional strain on the leather bands circling her wrists and ankles. Her joints ached and her muscles strained, but the middle of the bed continued to rise until her spread cunt was three feet higher than her head and feet.
She moaned, bound and arched backward, the steel chains so tight now that she could hardly move. Sylvia swung herself astride the gasping parson's wife's pretty face.
Her black-gloved hands burrowed to grasp the creamy full cheeks of Elbe's up-tilted ass. Leather gauntlets pressed against Ellie's sides. Ellie's head tossed wildly between Sylvia's hunched knees.
"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?" Sylvia asked almost sweetly.
"N-n-no, never."
Except for a brief taste of freedom in the city, Elbe's whole life had been bound by her parents' strict and old-fashioned religious beliefs. And never had her yearning for sexual pleasure been more frustrated than when, for the sake of her parents, she agreed to marry Reverend Silas McKenzie.
His stern visage glared down at her now as Sylvia lowered her head, brushing Ellie's spread thighs with her raven hair. She stroked the soft outer lips of Ellie's whipped cunt.
Ellie tensed in apprehension, pained by the slightest touch anywhere the whip had struck. Looking up through tear-streaked eyes, Ellie could no longer see the TV screen. Sylvia's black-furred cunt was over her face.
The once-shy and prudish young parson's wife had never seen another woman's pussy so close. Ellie sighed and felt Sylvia's tongue part the lips of her cunt.
"Ooohhh!" Ellie gasped. "It feels strange!"
"Then do the same thing to me," Sylvia told her.
"P-p-put my tongue in you?"
"You've had your tongue in my mouth," Mark reminded her. "What Sylvia wants isn't a lot different. The taste is stronger, the sensations more exquisite."
Ellie felt torn between guilt and curiosity. Sylvia's cunt was a narrow, taut-lipped slit deeply hidden in a dense tangle of coal-black curls. But Elbe could smell its pungent scent wafting down.
Sylvia wiggled her tongue and found Ellie's clit, a generous nub of moist pink flesh already swollen by the pain of whipping. She caressed Ellie's clit with slow, swirling strokes. Ellie gasped sharply, straining her chained arms and legs as a new kind of heat rushed through her ripe body.
This wasn't nerve-searing pain, it was warm and mind-warping pleasure. Sylvia licked, stroked and sucked Ellie's clit with passionate precision.
"Oooh!" the beauty moaned. "Hhhooo!"
"Suck my cunt, Ellie. It's all right. There's no reason for two women not to share pleasure."
Ellie still had doubts. Silas would no doubt regard lesbian sex as a worse perversion than what Rod and Mark had done to her. But the rich, tangy scent of a cunt so close to her face was compelling. And so was the delightful surging motion she felt in her own pussy. Undulating waves reached out to her leather-bound hands and feet.
She extended her tongue timidly and lightly touched the taut bps hidden in sleek black curls of cunt hair. A sharp taste made her recoil.
"Go on, Ellie. You'll get used to the flavor of cunt. You'll like it even better when it's flooded with cum like yours is now."
Sylvia ran her tongue deep into Ellie's soft pussy. She tasted slick hot jism and hooked it back with a slurping noise.
"Hungh!" Ellie groaned, her body quaking. Sylvia's tongue gave the parson's wife courage. She reached out her tongue again.
Sylvia was getting too hot for just shy licking and sucking. She pressed her cunt bps down on Elbe's mouth and squirmed her hips.
"Suck it," she hissed. "Eat my cunt!"
Elbe's bps trembled beneath silky black pussy curls. It was like a lewd kiss. Her tongue flicked out and burrowed in. She felt Sylvia's black-gloved hands clamp on her ass cheeks and heard her moan.
Twin wet gurgling noises rose from the fur-covered bed. Elbe writhed ecstatically, stung by the intense shocks of pleasure that came from Sylvia's tongue. Each was more stimulating than the one before, like the electronic device when Silas had kept increasing the power.
But this was the sparking heat of pure pleasure, and Ellie soon learned it was as much fun to give as it was to receive. She liked being able to wiggle her tongue and make the lithe-bodied, raven-haired woman gasp and squirm.
Ellie spread her lips wide and sucked hard on Sylvia's cunt slit. That action brought eerie thoughts along with strange new sensations of joy. Silas had once fucked the cunt she was sucking. He'd fucked his cock into his own daughter. Knowing that, why should she feel guilt for anything she'd done?
Ellie attacked Sylvia's cunt with new passion, her mind soaring free as though a great weight had been raised to release her trapped spirit. Sylvia responded with wolfish delight, thrusting and wiggling her tongue deep to lick cum from Ellie's pussy. Ellie matched Sylvia stroke for stroke, learning the technique as she went along.
The contractions in Sylvia's narrow pussy entranced Ellie. They rippled and squeezed Ellie's tongue, pulling as hard as Mark's sucking lips had done. But this tugging sensation was even more thrilling. Ellie had some idea now what a man's cock might feel when fucked into an anxious pussy.
Then Ellie felt a pang of jealousy. Sylvia's cunt was so sleek and taut. Sylvia's pussy moved with tongue-crushing convulsions that made the parson's wife wonder if she could match them.
Ellie tried. She tensed and worked every cunt muscle her mind could control.
"Hhhmmm! Good!" Sylvia cried between wet gulps. "Now your pussy has really come alive! It's pumping Mark's jism into my mouth!"
The spasms left Ellie no breath to reply. She gurgled and kept fucking her tongue into Sylvia, wanting them both to climax at once. Blood hammered in her temples. Elbe felt dizzy, dazed and weak, but that didn't slow her frenzied tongue-fucking. Nothing did until Sylvia's lithe body tensed and a long wail of sensuous joy tore from her bps.
Rod Kramer and Mark Temple watched the two women thrash and squirm in the throes of orgasm, both bitches making lewd noises and rasping sounds. Their cocks swelled hard.
Mark asked Rod, "Do you think the parson's wife will be ready to fuck two cocks at once after this?"
"I think she'll be ready to try." When Sylvia caught her breath and raised her head, she saw them both grinning and stroking their own cocks. "It's not hard to guess what you two have in mind," she said. "And it doesn't involve me, does it?"
"Not this time, sweetheart. Rod and I think the parson's wife is ready for two cocks at once," Mark said.
Ellie was just winding down from her first tongue-fired climax with another woman. She was only vaguely aware of what the others were saying. Then suddenly their meaning sank in.
Her eyes darted between two throbbing cocks. The men were stroking themselves steely hard, both leering and licking their lips, both with eyes locked intently on her.
She shivered.
"Don't be afraid," Mark said. "I know Silas bought a video cassette that showed a girl getting fucked front and back. You've seen it, haven't you?"
"Yes. He played the tape for the Board of Elders as an example of terrible sin."
"But you've learned that what might be sin isn't always so terrible," Sylvia said. "You came here of your own free will seeking pleasure that Reverend McKenzie would not condone."
"Yes, but-"
"And I don't believe that even my clever tongue could satisfy you completely."
"It only made me more horny," Ellie had to admit. Her pussy was still seething inside, quaking with a rampant hunger for cock. "But not two at once."
Rod punched buttons on the panel. Reverend McKenzie's glowering face vanished and in its place Ellie saw the same tape he'd run for the Elders. Rod skipped ahead using the fast-forward control until he came to the scene where the luscious young blonde was being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time.
"It's obvious to me that she enjoys it," Mark said. "Look at the way she's pumping her hips back and forth."
Ellie nodded, but tears still flowed to fill the corners of her green eyes. She remembered the queasy sense of excitement she had felt watching the tape the first time, wondering what it would be like to have two men with such brutal passion both fucking into her at once. Now that she faced that same prospect herself, Ellie felt only wrenching tremors of fear. "No one has ever fucked my ass before!" she cried.
"That's probably true," Rod said. "Elbe and I never got that far. And I'm sure the good parson hasn't even tried."
The two men looked at each other, and it was obvious what question ran through both of then-minds. Which one would get to fuck a ripe and beautiful ass first?
"Since my cock isn't quite as big as yours, it might be better if I take her ass first," Rod said.
"But you had the pleasure of breaking her little cherry," Mark countered. "And I haven't been in virgin territory for quite awhile."
Sylvia said, "Why don't you two flip a coin? Heads or tails?"
They both agreed.
Mark took a dollar coin from a small pocket inside his leather vest. He flipped it toward the mirrored ceiling. "Call it, Rod."
"Tails."
Mark caught the coin and slapped it on the back of his left hand. He uncovered the coin. "Sorry, pal. It's heads. Her luscious ass belongs to me."
Sylvia grinned and tried to soothe Rod's obvious disappointment. "Her sweet pussy isn't a bad prize for second place."
"And then we'll give Sylvia a turn," Mark said graciously. "You can have her ass if you want."
Sylvia flashed a feline grin. "Hurry up, guys . . . I'm already anxious for my turn. The only thing I like better than two cocks at once is having three."
Ellie moaned, sickened by the thought. The casual way this lewd trio discussed sex and tossed a coin to decide her fate was shocking. She began to wonder if Silas had not been right all along. The Pleasure Palace seemed to be a hideous place at the moment.
Sylvia worked the controls. The bed mechanism whirred and lowered away. Elbe felt the strain on her leather-bound wrists and ankles tighten to unbearable tension. She was hanging suspended, supported only by the taut steel chains that bound her limbs.
Mark slid onto the bed and eased beneath her. Elbe breathed a thankful gasp when his hard-muscled frame took some of her dangling weight. But his stiff cock stuck up straight between her spread legs.
His prick was longer by several inches than she was thick through the hips. She had nightmarish visions of him sticking his prick in her ass and coming out the other side.
Sylvia lowered the center section of the bed even more. It fell into a "V" shape and all that supported Ellie's midsection then was the stiff prong of Mark's upraised cock. He maneuvered on his back beneath her until the knobbed tip of his prick pressed into the soft cleft between her creamy ass cheeks.
Elbe trembled, her joints strained by terrible tension, her ass quivering with fear. She could feel the heat of his cock rising to make her bowels wrench.
"We'll make this as easy for you as we can," Sylvia promised. A black-gloved finger touched another button and the middle part of the bed began to rise slowly with a steady purr.
Ellie felt a sharp stab of ass-filling pain as his cock bored in to her from behind. She wrenched and moaned with tears flooding from her green eyes. At the same time, she felt some relief from the joint-wrenching strain of being suspended in chains.
Mark Temple was content to he perfectly still and let the finely tuned machinery under the bed slowly raise his cock into her delicate little ass. The tense spasms he felt were pleasure enough for the moment.
Her wringing ass muscles clenched to expel the painful intrusion of his cock. Elbe wept and tossed her head in despair. His cock burned nerves no man had touched, and his prick strained powerful muscles that had only been used to squeeze out shit before.
That same undulating strength struggled against his cock, delighting him and anguishing her. The relief from joint-wrenching strain wasn't compensation enough for the tormenting pressure that came as his pillar of hard cock-flesh rose relentlessly, pushing deeper and deeper into her tightly constricted asshole.
Elbe sobbed in near hysteria. One cock not all the way in was torture enough, and they had in mind giving her two. If the rooms of The Pleasure Palace hadn't been soundproofed, her agonized cries could have been heard by the pickets still marching outside the main entrance.
Chapter Eight
Mark Temple reclined on the bed like a man in a trance. He reveled between the sensuous touch of fur below and the intensity of Elmira McKenzie's delightful ass writhings above.
He was a man addicted to pleasurable sensations as strongly as the parson had set himself against them. Mark was an evangelist of another sort-a disciple of earthly delights.
His gospel was that pleasure was its own reward. Not only had he turned a small fortune into a large one, but he had enjoyed doing it.
And never more so than now.
Elbe's sobs and mournful wails softened into moans of confusion. The piercing hot pains that fanned out from her ass mixed with waves of relief running back from the ends of her bound limbs.
Conflicting sensations clashed and then merged in her dazzled mind. Warmth flooded back to her fingers and toes as binding chains fell slack. The harsh contractions of her ass eased as well, then began to ripple the other way. She was welcoming in his huge prick, enjoying the marvelous tension and the sultry heat of lewd delight.
Mark's cock was in her ass to the hilt. She felt the kiss of leather on her ass cheeks from his bizarre costume. That was cool and strangely pleasant after the hot sting of the whip.
Sylvia watched the change in Ellie's responses. "I think she's ready for you now, Rod."
Elbe was arching her back, slowly lifting her ass and then lowering on Mark's cock again. He remained still, giving her time to adjust and fully enjoy all he had in her.
Rod climbed up on the bed between her legs. His cock twitched with a vibrant pulse. "You're going to love having us both in you at once."
He hand-stroked his cockhead on her protruding cut. His prick shivered delightfully and seeped damp warmth. Rod swept his bulbous prick-knob into the mouth of her tawny cunt and pressed down.
Elbe moaned because Rod's actions increased the thrust of Mark's prick lodged so deep inside her. She could feel them both throbbing fiercely. She gasped in anticipation. Would there be room for both in her adjoining fuck tunnels?
Rod entered slowly, letting her savor the heat and lewd vigor of a second cock. Sylvia watched with envious eyes narrowed behind her mask. Her breaths came hard, remembering the time Mark had first suggested sharing her body with another man-not lying side by side as they'd often done swinging with other couples, but both at once.
Sylvia recalled being as shocked by the thought as Elbe had been at first. She knew what her high school friend, her father's young wife, was going through. And she knew better than anyone how Elbe would soon respond to the double-heated fuck-thrusts of two big cocks.
Mark Temple and Rod Kramer had been friends for many years. They had doubled with other women at least a dozen times.
Only a thin, sleek wall of flesh kept them apart. Each could feel the other's heat. Ellie could feel them both, and that was even more thrilling for her.
"Shall we give the parson's young wife a seesaw ride?" Mark asked his friend.
"That seems to be the best way to start," Rod agreed. He arched and drew his cock back out to the tip.
Ellie moaned and tensed, not quite knowing what to expect. Rod grinned down reassuringly. Then he fucked his throbbing cock into her with a sudden hard stab.
She howled, half expecting the two cocks to clash head-on in her wringing depths. But Mark swayed his hips down as Rod fucked in. One cock entered as the other withdrew.
An unearthly cry burst from her soft lips. Mark humped his back and pushed in from below as Rod fucked in and eased out, both gliding back and forth with a rhythmic beat. A whipsaw of lewd pleasure cut at her crotch.
They both fucked faster, making her moan and wail. Elbe was trapped between them, her ripe body driven first one way and then the other.
Sylvia watched anxiously, her uneven breathing rasping like that of a marathon runner. She pressed buttons to slacken the chains and give Ellie more freedom to move.
Ellie responded by bounding between the two men, arching to meet Rod's cunt-spearing thrusts from above, then grinding down on Mark's ass-reamer which pulsed below. Sylvia decided to help even more. She switched on the bed's vibrating mechanism.
It began with a mild quiver, rocking the middle of the bed up and down. That motion accented alternating cock thrusts already driving Elbe to the brink of orgasm.
Mark and Rod fell into the rhythm of the mechanical surge. Mark used each upward motion to add power to his fevered cock thrusts. Rod hammered down when the bed fell away, adding the force of gravity and a longer drop to the natural force of each lunge into sweet cunt.
Between them, they hammered Ellie's breath away. Her lungs felt the starved heat they had when Rod held her head underwater. On the TV screen above the bed she saw the young blonde being speared by twin cocks. Those men weren't alternating their thrusts. Both fucked deep into her at once, pressing her between them, fucking her so hard that her eyes bulged.
Ellie wondered how long it would be before Rod and Mark switched to that rhythm . . . and if she could stand the strain inside when they did.
On the mirrored ceiling panels all around the TV, Elbe could see Rod's muscular back ripple and flex, his taut ass bob up and down. And she could see her own face twisted in anguished delight. It was strange watching herself get fucked.
Ellie moaned and tossed her head as the pace of their fucking thrusts increased. Sylvia was speeding up the bucking vibrations of the mechanical bed.
No matter which way she turned her head, Ellie saw reflections on a mirrored wall. Rod above, Mark below, their big cocks whipping back and forth, faster and faster. She watched with an eerie feeling of detachment. It was like watching herself on TV.
"Feels like she's ready for more," Rod said.
"Yeah, it does to me too. Her asshole is really milking my cock now. I'll hold for half a beat," Mark said, settling deep in her bowels.
Rod arched above her and fucked in. Elbe's breath gushed when she took his weight, pounding her down harder on Mark's cock in her ass. The two strained in her depths, both pulsing, so close together they felt like one giant sword of flesh.
With the bed bounding up and down beneath them, there wasn't a second's rest from the hot friction of motion inside. Rod and Mark grunted joyous sounds, both thrusting with perfectly timed strokes.
Ellie felt the sleek channel of her cunt expand, rippling and undulating around Rod's cock. Her ass writhed with tighter contractions, thrilled and shocked by the size of Mark's vigorous prick.
She saw flashes of their hammering fuck-strokes in the mirrors on one side and then the other. Her head pitched frantically. The writhing spasms of a double orgasm had begun. Ellie was going to climax in her pussy and ass at the same time. She could feel the delightful sensations increase.
"Oooh," she moaned. "Oh, God! It's good! It's sooo good! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me, Rod! Hhhooo, yes! Both at once. As hard and deep as you can. Hungh! Aaagghh!"
Sylvia grinned, her lithe body tense and sheening with sweat. Watching Mark fuck another woman always excited her wildly. She envied Elbe and the jackhammering pleasure of two great cocks.
Elbe's deep moans of pleasure merged into a shrilling scream. Her soft, lush body shivered as the speed and strength of her pussy and ass contractions increased to a frenzy. She screamed herself breathless and then felt their cocks fire.
Pinned between the two jetting fountains of lusty delight, she took hot gushing cum that rained downward, deep in her cunt. And she took the creamy bursts of spunk that shot upward, heating and lubricating the long dark tunnel of her ass.
Sleek cum made the enchantment of their plunging pricks even greater. Ellie gulped air and screamed again, her sensations of climax soaring to an exciting new height.
Her eyes winced shut and her body trembled. Fiery bursts of light could be seen even with her eyes closed. They were like bursting bombs. The wet heat of their liquid fire filled her front and back.
Ellie spiraled down from the lofty new heights of climax, dizzy, breathless and too weak to talk. Rod and Mark shared her moment of silent rapture, their powerful cocks still quaking in her depths.
Drained and sated, they enjoyed the lingering tremors. Sylvia was breathing as hard as any of them, anxious for her turn between the two men. At that moment, none of them gave a thought to Reverend Silas McKenzie.
That morning while Elmira had been disguising herself for a trip to The Pleasure Palace, Silas McKenzie had appeared on a TV talk show hosted by Gloria Malone, a stunning ash blonde with a keen wit and a biting tongue.
McKenzie's wrath overwhelmed her. She could hardly get a word in edgewise when he ranted and raved against the threat of pleasure and sinful depravity. He ran away with the show.
Gloria heaved a sigh of relief when their time was up. The glaring TV lights switched off. Cameramen and technicians left the set. The studio control room went dark and she was alone in the cavernous room with the glowering parson who had yet to catch his breath after his final tirade.
The man intrigued her. With a smile on his craggy face and a twinkle in his glaring dark eyes she'd have thought him to be ruggedly handsome. "Tell me, Reverend ... off the record ... are you as dead set against pleasure as it seems?"
"Absolutely! Why do you ask?"
"Well, I did a little research before the show and learned that you're married to a young woman less than half your age."
McKenzie stiffened. "I don't see what that has to do with a crusade against debauchery."
"I've heard she's quite pretty. That must be a terrible temptation."
"I am above temptation," he insisted.
"Really?" They were sitting at opposite ends of a couch on a TV set made to look like a comfortable living room. Gloria eased closer to him, smiling and lightly touching her ash-blonde hair.
"You've never slipped off your pedestal?" she asked pointedly, near enough now to lay a hand on his leg near his knee.
He jerked his leg from her grasp. His face was sheened with a film of nervous sweat. Gloria Malone's instincts told her she was on to something. When it came to sniffing out a story, she had the nose of a bloodhound . . . and the tenacity of a pitbull.
McKenzie squirmed uncomfortably, wondering how much this elegant bitch knew about him. There had been times when his maleness demanded more than the passionless sex approved by the strict church. To satisfy those impulses, he always went to another city where he wouldn't be recognized. Loose women weren't hard to find, wayward wives who were lonely and wasting their time away in bars. Or divorced women who were on the prowl.
They seemed little better than whores to him. They deserved to feel the wrath of his mighty cock. McKenzie excused those lapses in his own mind. It wasn't just the sly pursuit of pleasure, he was God's messenger of pain delivering needed punishment. But higher church officials and the people of Plainview wouldn't approve of his secret missions.
"There's a rumor that you whipped your own daughter for attending a school dance," Gloria said.
"She deserved punishment!" Then his face blanched white as a sheet, knowing he'd done more than wield the lash. He'd punished her as he had punished other lowly women without faith.
Gloria Malone grinned. "When you're in that mood, isn't punishment a form of pleasure?"
Silas drew in a long breath, straining not to give himself away. She was taunting him, daring to question his authority. His sullen cock twitched with the heat of rage, and she put her hand on his leg again, lightly working toward his thigh.
The parson's whole body tensed.
"Relax," she said with cunning sweetness. "We're alone, and this conversation is off the record."
She reached the stiffening shaft of his cock and fingered his prick through the somber black cloth of his suit. Gloria made tempting noises when she felt his cock's mighty throb.
"You're a wanton like the rest!" he roared, grabbing a pair of furlined handcuffs from his display of accessories he had brought. He clamped one locking jaw around her right wrist and jerked her hand away from his crotch.
Gloria gasped a startled cry and struggled to keep her left arm free. He lunged at her, snarling in grim contempt. She fell back on the long couch, and McKenzie's straining body came down on top of her.
He grabbed her flailing left arm and wrenched it toward the waiting jaw of steel padded with sleek black fur. It snapped shut. She was frightened by his strength, but pleased to have uncovered his other side.
"Shameless women who flaunt themselves are a temptation worse than The Pleasure Palace," he declared.
His long, trembling fingers tore at the buttons of her silky blouse. He loosened some and popped others in his frantic haste. Gloria shrilled a cry of excitement mixed with misgiving. Three times married and three times divorced, she was a demanding woman who hadn't found a man yet who was strong enough to tame and fully satisfy her.
She wore a lacy black bra, low-cut and wired to shape her bountiful cleavage most enticingly. McKenzie's fingers hooked like claws and ripped it off. Gloria shuddered, her large tits naked and quivering.
McKenzie drooled, hungry for the forbidden delight of sucking and squeezing her luscious tits. It seemed all right with this brazen slut. His gaunt hands curled around her creamy tits, fingers sinking deep to make her plump nipples bulge.
Gloria heaved a grunt, thrashing wrists that were cuffed in front. Her hands were pressed under the parson's weight as he leaned down, drawn lips smacking and dribbling spit that wet her tingling nipples.
He sucked one tit and mauled the other with both hands. His tongue and a thumb circled her nipples and shot fiery heat into her tits. McKenzie's cock hardened inside his pants, raging like a wild beast, furious for being caged.
She could feel the angry cockshaft pulse when he pressed down and swayed his head to suck her other lush tit. The raw force of his wild passion thrilled her as much as it frightened her. Gloria knew she was going to get fucked long and viciously hard by the parson on the set of her local TV show. She gasped and wished the cameras were still on.
McKenzie lifted her skirt, bunching the cloth over her cuffed wrists while he stared at her bounding cunt mound.
"Pain is the price of shamelessness," he declared. A gaunt hand swiped down and pulled her panties down to her knees.
Gloria Malone writhed with increasing fear. Like most women, she had dreamed and fantasized about a man so overwhelmed with desire that he would fuck her by force. It had never happened before, but she knew it would soon. The prospect was chilling now that it had become real. And it was more lewdly exciting than she'd ever dared hope.
Her pussy seethed its sultry damp warmth. Glistening beads of sleek fuck oil dotted the silky brown curls around her cunt bps. That hair was several shades darker than the crown-like array upswept on her head.
"You've falsely colored your hair and painted your face," McKenzie said accusingly. Tears filled her shadowed eyes and made her mascara run.
He reared up and opened the tightly strained zipper of his fly, freeing a massive cock that quaked with lewd vigor. Gloria gasped at the size of his prick. Her three husbands together wouldn't have equaled his throbbing length.
McKenzie lifted her shapely legs and ducked his head beneath the slinky black panties tangled around her knees. He pressed forward, bending her knees over his shoulders. One smooth and finely tapered calf pressed against each of his gaunt cheeks.
He leered down at her, his lips curled in a vicious grin. His cock throbbed with lust, the knob purple-red and swollen like an over-ripe plum.
McKenzie fisted his cockshaft and slanted his prick down, guiding the bulbous head of his cock to the wet mouth of her cunt. He stroked up and down on her clit and made Gloria scream. More of her musky fuck oils seeped out.
The scent of lust enflamed his desires. She giggled and squirmed as his cock fucked in. It pained and delighted her. Gloria felt the fierce throbbing strain in her sleek tube and streamed tears to match the warm fuck honey that gushed from her cunt.
His grasping hands clawed into her elegant hairdo, breaking loose ash-blonde waves that swirled when she tossed her head. Moans of tormented delight came from her trembling lips. He bent down laughing and smothered the sounds of lewd pleasure beneath a rough kiss.
The parson's venomous tongue pushed into her mouth. His cock sank deeper in her wringing tight pussyhole. Gloria squealed and squirmed, bent double with her legs raised. Her high-heeled shoes drummed on his hard back like spurs.
McKenzie roared and fucked her hard, sending his cock so deep that cunt juices wet the crotch of his somber black suit. He fucked her with fury that only a man long denied pleasure could match.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth, mauled her soft tits with his clawing hands and reamed her cunt with malicious cock thrusts that made her breath gush.
Gloria came to a frenzied climax almost at once. The parson kept fucking without even pausing for breath. She wrenched into the throes of another orgasm, her eyes wide and wild with delight.
She broke off his tongue-sucking kiss for a moment. "If this is how you fight sinful perversion, I'm ready to join the church!"
Chapter Nine
Elmira McKenzie returned to the parsonage at twilight. Pickets led by Prudence Pen worthy were still marching in front of The Pleasure Palace, but the parson's wife felt snug in her disguise. Mrs. Penworthy glared right at the platinum-haired hussy without showing even a flicker of recognition.
Rod drove her home by a cautious route just in case some of the righteous zealots tried to follow. He felt closer to her now than ever before. "You can't be happy married to that preacher."
"No, I'm not. I never have been. But I have my parents to think about."
"Suppose they could be cared for some other way."
Ellie sighed wistfully. "I'd be delighted."
"And you'd be free."
"Yes, but I don't see how-"
"Leave that to me," Rod said. He stopped the car on a deserted street a block behind the parsonage and gave her a lingering goodnight kiss full of promise.
Elbe shivered excitedly, not daring to get her hopes up. She slipped out of the car and into the house unseen. Closing the door, she leaned against it, her heart still racing.
She hid the clothes she'd worn and the platinum wig, feeling like someone strangely driven to break into a prison. Ellie braided and coiled her hair. She slipped on a drab, shapeless dress and choked back her tears of frustration.
When she heard footsteps on the front porch, she thought Silas McKenzie had returned. She dried her eyes and went to the door, wondering if there was anything anyone could do to break the powerful hold he had on her. It seemed unlikely.
But it wasn't McKenzie she saw when the door swung open. It was Abe Henson.
He grinned. "Elmira . . . how prim and proper you look." The words and the odd way his lips curled were somehow menacing.
She felt wisps of hair prickle the back of her neck. Ellie remembered him snapping pictures outside The Pleasure Palace and her blood suddenly ran cold. Her worried green eyes dropped to a large brown envelope Henson held in his right hand.
"Can I come in?"
"Er, Silas . . . Reverend McKenzie isn't home yet."
"I know, and that's just fine. It's you I want to see." Abe was a wiry man with a face like a ferret. He was a year or two older than Ellie. They'd gone to high school together, but weren't in the same class.
"Wh-why me?" she asked, standing firm to block the doorway even though her knees trembled.
"Because I've been thinking a lot about you, Elbe. Ever since high school. You wouldn't give me the time of day then."
"I wasn't allowed to date or go to dances," she said tensely.
"Neither was I. We were both raised in the same strict church. But a lot of kids broke the rules. Even Sylvia McKenzie."
"I never did."
"Not then. You wouldn't let me touch you.
You cried and threatened to tell my parents when I tried." His beady eyes gleamed as though he had much more to say.
Ellie had all but forgotten how much she detested Abe Henson. He'd married Jane Carver, another member of the church. When his father died, Abe had inherited the newspaper and his position on the Board of Elders. He had become a pillar of respectability in Plainview.
"My wife is a frigid old crow," he said with an intense look of yearning. "She never was as pretty as you. And she's a lot more strict about living by the rules. Sleeping with her is like putting my prick in an ice cube tray."
"I think you'd better leave!" Ellie said sharply.
"Yeah, maybe I should go back to the office and get these pictures ready for tomorrow's edition." Henson smirked and gave her the envelope.
Elbe opened the flap with trembling fingers. The top photo was a closeup taken with a telephoto lens. It showed her face so clearly that anyone would recognize her. Others showed her in Rod Kramer's arms in front of The Pleasure Palace. His hands cupped her tits and she pressed against his swollen crotch.
"Of course they aren't all fit to print in a family newspaper," he said. "I have my reputation to protect. And so do you!"
Ellie shrank back from the door. She knew what he wanted. Blackmail was nothing new to her. Henson wore his piety like a mask, but it wasn't hard to see through.
"Come in," she said weakly.
He entered the room, closed the door and locked it behind him, watching how her beautifully ripe body trembled. Her fingers moved to the edge of the brown envelope, pale and taut with desperation.
"Go ahead," he told her. "Tear them up. The negatives are in my office safe. I can print more for tomorrow's paper."
"You bastard!" she hissed. "You're worse than my husband!"
"And if you were without sin, I wouldn't be here! Take off your clothes, you faithless slut. I want to see what you've been giving that heathen who runs The Pleasure Palace."
"I'd rather die than undress for you!"
"Still the stupid bitch," he replied with a smile. "I won't mind if you resist. In fact, it will be better for me if you do!"
He grabbed the front of her dress. Ellie stumbled back, clutching both hands to her throat to stop him. Abe yanked his hands down and tore her dress. Elbe's fingernails scratched hard as the front of her dress ripped with a loud tearing sound.
She twisted out of his grasp and managed a 7/7 few faltering steps toward the back door. The envelope fell from her hand. Incriminating photographs scattered on the floor. Ellie ran another step, but then her ruined dress slipped down like a noose and hobbled her feet.
Henson caught her from behind and ripped off her bra. She fell screaming. A stinging hard slap silenced her frightened cry. Splatters of blood flew from the scratch marks she'd left on the backs of his hands.
Ellie's long braid uncoiled as her head snapped to the side. Abe hissed and slapped her again, backhanded so that his scratches left their pattern in blood on her creamy cheek.
He wrestled her face-down on the floor, sitting astride her slender waist. Henson grabbed tawny hair that was braided tight as a rope and yanked her head back. Then he wrenched her arms behind her and crossed Elbe's wrists.
She kicked and thrashed, but could not unseat him. He pulled her braided hair and cinched it around her crossed wrists. The tight coils chafed skin that was already tender from bondage and shot fiery pain through her scalp into her skull.
Ellie sobbed and wailed. Henson laughed wickedly and grabbed the strand running between her head and bound wrists. He pulled on it like a handle and lifted the parson's faithless wife to her feet.
Abe pushed her toward the bedroom at the back of the house. His heart hammered blood into his cock with each step they took. Her helpless sobbing excited him as nothing ever had before. He pushed and sent her sprawling facedown across the bed.
"Where's all that stuff Silas bought to expose the sins of The Pleasure Palace?" he hissed. "I know he couldn't show the best of it on TV."
Elbe's rasping sobs choked words in her throat.
"Never mind," he said. "I'll find it." Henson went into the closet. "Ahh-haaa! Just as I thought! You have been using these vile devices for your own pleasure. This dildo smells like pussy and the batteries are almost worn out."
She heaved a mournful sigh.
"There must be something else here that uses batteries. Yes, here we are." He fumbled for another few moments and then came out of the closet holding the cock-shaped prod that pulsed with new vigor. He glared at her quaking ass and saw dribbles of slick cum on the rim of her asshole. "Those fiends at The Pleasure Palace must have done that."
Ellie winced and clenched her teeth as he brought the humming dildo up behind her back.
"Repent your sins!" he growled, pushing the artificial cock into her ass. "Those who seek lewd pleasure must know pain!"
Her ass clenched and squirmed, wracked by the pistoning dildo's persistent throb. She jerked and twitched on the bed while Henson went back into the closet to see what else he could find.
The black box with three trailing wires intrigued him. A glance at the directions brought a twisted grin to his bps. "Oooh, my luscious little sinner . . . you'll get a real charge out of this!"
Henson laughed and robed Ellie onto her back. Her bound wrists made her back arch. When he pulled on her knotted hair, she felt as if barbed needles were stuck in her scalp.
He fitted two wire cups to her bulging nipples and ran the third to her clit. Pressing down to put that last one on forced the purring mechanical cock deeper into her ass. Ellie shuddered.
Abe threw the switch, not caring the dial was still set to deliver maximum power. Elbe felt stinging jolts in both nipples and her clit. The red light blinked with each painful impulse. Her lips parted to scream, but nerve-searing shocks took her breath away.
Henson watched her ripe body twitch and squirm while he calmly took off his clothes.
"You're mine at last," he chuckled. "Completely in my power!"
Elbe sobbed when she saw his demented grin. It curled from ear to ear. Henson stripped off his shirt, then pulled down his pants. A thick, stubby cock leaped out at her-a stump of lewd prickflesh rooted in a forest of wiry hair.
Henson went to the closet and returned with the cat-of-nine-tails in his right hand. The knotted tips of the leather thongs trailed on the floor near his feet. "I can see that your gorgeous body has been whipped already, so a few more welts won't matter."
Ellie cringed, stung by pulsing shocks of electric current. Each vicious jolt made her twist and jerk, driving the dildo deeper into her ass. The pulse of its piston action added to her writhing distress. Abe grinned, lewdly delighted, and raised high the nine-tongued lash.
He swung hard, snorting in cruel contempt. The biting thongs fanned across her belly and burned like tongues of flame. Elbe screamed and jerked, ramming the dildo all the way into her ass. Its steady hum became muted by wringing bands of muscle.
Abe struck again, enthralled by her tortured twists and jerks. Beside the stinging heat of fresh red welts, Elbe's bound wrists wrenched her hair.
She screamed and sobbed. "Fuck me, if that's what you want to do. I can't stand anymore pain!"
"Hell's eternal fire will burn your tender flesh worse than a whipping. Repent and be spared ever-lasting damnation!" The cat hiss lashed down on her luscious pussy mound.
Skin already whipped tender began to blaze with new ribbons of hot pain. "Please, fuck me!"
"The plea of a shameless wanton!'' he raged, lashing down again. Elbe's shrill cry sank into a tortured moan. The heat of her fiery welts, the jarring electric shocks and the steady throb of the giant dildo driven into her ass combined to send Elbe into a fit of raving hysteria.
"Fuck me!" she begged again and again. "Please, Abe. I know you want me! You always have. Now is your chance. Another lash and I might faint!"
Henson answered with a deep grunt. He didn't want that. He wanted her lush body writhing wildly when he drove his ugly thick cock into her cunt.
Ellie was hoping he'd forget the electronic shock generator and sting his stubby cock with a high voltage charge, but he dropped the whip and turned the dial down to produce just a pleasing tingle.
She gasped a thankful cry, free from pain for the moment, not caring that Henson was bridged on hands and knees above her. His cock looked like a fire plug molded of flesh hanging upside down over her cunt slit.
A frightened gasp burst from her bps as he dropped on her and drove in his ram of thick hot meat. She groaned. His prick's awful thickness strained her pussyhole, paining muscles primed for delight. But the mild tingle of electric energy kept her writhing anxiously.
His short, hammering thrusts pained her bound wrists. Abe grunted delightedly each tune he rammed in. His hot breath was a rank fog of smothering heat, his face a vicious mask of cruelty.
"I'm going to leave you bound like this for Silas to find when he gets home," Abe said. "He'll know you've dishonored your marriage vows in his bed again, and he'll punish you even more severely!"
"No," she pleaded. "Don't leave me to his mercy. I'll have to tell him it was you who did all this to me."
"He'll never believe you. Who would take the word of a faithless slut that disguised herself to visit The Pleasure Palace while he was preaching against it?"
"Oooh," Ellie moaned. The pain of his thick cock brought tears to her eyes with each ripping thrust. Her cunt had never been so terribly strained and so deprived of deep-reaching pleasure.
Abe laughed wickedly, watching her eyes water when he rammed and wrenched his stubby organ in her pained cunt. The tremors of torment and the mild electric pulse delighted him. "Silas will probably whip your hide off when he finds you with fresh cum dribbling from your tawny slit!"
"Don't do that to me," she pleaded desperately.
"That will be the final torture for ignoring me when we were younger," he said, slamming down and twisting his hot thick cock to strain her ravaged pussy once again.
"Abe ... if you'll untie me when we climax, I'U give you a big story ... a shocking scandal for tomorrow's paper."
He slowed his hammering thrusts. "What story?"
"About who owns The Pleasure Palace."
Henson's slower thrusts gave Ellie's supple cunt a chance to adjust to his enormous girth. No longer strained against him, she enjoyed the filling sensation. Coupled with nerve-tingling mild shocks and the steady purr of the vibrating dildo in her ass, she felt the approach of another climax.
"Some corporation owns that den of sin," he said. "So what?"
"So I know who owns the corporation," she squealed.
"Who?" Henson asked. He was barely able to speak the word. Her wringing cunt contractions were sheer delight for a cock used to only a lifeless and frigid bitch.
"You promise to untie me?"
"Of course ... if the story is really big news."
"It's bigger than your cock is thick."
"Who?" he rasped.
"Sylvia . . . Silas's daughter."
"The girl he whipped and ran out of town? That will be big news! Every gossip in Plain-view will want a copy of the next edition. I'll print extras!"
Dollar signs seemed to be dancing in his eyes along with a look of lewd rapture. Henson rasped delighted noises and fucked his thick cock faster, heating the heavy load in his balls to a steaming frenzy.
He came with a roar, spurting thick cum in splattering bursts that stuck to the sleek walls of her cunt like paste. Her sinuous contractions milked his stubby cock, and the thrill of knowing her cruel husband would be shamed by the news story added to the intensity of her electrically charged climax.
Ellie shrilled wild cries of delight, frantically bucking her hips, thrilled by the stabbing thickness of Henson's cock and the cold gleam of vengeance in his narrowed eyes.
Fully drained of lewd vigor, his fleshy prick still pulsed in the sleek confinement of her cum-filled cunt. When he popped his cock out of her, jism gushed from her tawny pussy like champagne from the neck of a bottle.
Henson dressed, grinning smugly all the time. Then he started out the door.
"Wait!" Ellie cried. "You promised to untie me!"
"I bed. Silas will no doubt beat you to within an inch of your life. That will make the story even better. It'll make the wire services. I might even win an award!"
He cranked the dial of the shock generator on full and left Elbe sobbing, writhing in despair, oozing jism from her cunt each time she took a stinging shock.
"Dear God, have mercy on my tortured soul!"
A minute after Abe Henson left by the rear door, Silas McKenzie came in the front.
Chapter Ten
A placid look of contentment smoothed Silas' craggy features. Silas had spent most of the day fucking Gloria Malone at her apartment. And they had made wonderful plans together for a TV ministry.
Silas had always envied the television evangelists-their huge following and the millions in contributions they took in. McKenzie had visions of his own temple and an enormous big home on a hilltop far away from dreary 'lain view.
Why shouldn't he grow rich doing the righteous work of God? He knew all the religious angles, and Gloria knew television. Together they'd be an unbeatable team. Only Elmira stood in their way. He'd thrilled Gloria with his cock and she insisted on having it all to herself.
Adultery was ideal as grounds for divorce. And Elmira's involvement with Rod Kramer would give him cause. That would get more publicity for his crusade, get rid of Ellie and launch his career with a real flare. AU he needed was proof.
Silas blessed God in heaven above when he found the envelope of photographs lying on the living room floor.
"Aaahhh, the Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways!" he said, delighted by the photo that showed Elbe with Kramer's hands on her tits, her tender young pussy mound pressed against an obviously stiff cock swollen hard inside the man's slacks.
"Elmira!" he called in a pleasant voice. "Where did you get these wonderful pictures?"
Ellie thought she'd been shocked senseless and was starting to hallucinate.
"The p-pictures?" she repeated numbly. "Those of Rod and me?"
"Yes, my sweet. They're so beautifully clear and sharp!" And so perfectly incriminating, McKenzie was thinking. He followed the sound of her quaking voice to their bedroom at the back of the house.
Ellie winced as he walked in the room, but then she saw Silas smiling as he rarely did. He seemed not to care at all that she was lying naked on the bed with her wrists bound and thick hot jism drooling from her strained cunt.
Instead of raging anger, he showed touching concern. Silas turned off the shock generator and untied her .wrists, being careful not to pub her tawny hair as he worked the tight knots free. Then he extracted the purring dildo from her ass, still smiling sympathetically.
"There, there, my dear. You'll soon feel much better."
By then Ellie felt certain she was hallucinating. She flexed and straightened her stiff arms, massaging her chafed wrists to restore circulation. "I don't understand why you're being so nice to me."
More like the Silas McKenzie she knew, he said bluntly, "Because I don't care what you do. I'm going to divorce you, resign from the church and start my own television ministry."
"You're going to divorce me?" Ellie's voice rang with delight.
"Yes, I've found someone nearer my own age. Someone whose talent will help further my new career."
"Oh, Silas! I'm so happy!" She hugged him, really hugged him for the first time.
He eased away from her, blushing like a school boy. His stern resolve not to enjoy sex for pleasure had been shattered during the day, and Ellie was a beautiful young woman, still legally his wife.
"Don't tempt me," he said with a smile. "Gloria wouldn't like it, and I know you're really more interested in that young man who manages The Pleasure Palace."
Then Silas McKenzie's face became strangely solemn. His eyes glared as though trying to see right through her lush body.
"Those welts ... the odd pattern of the braid!" Silas recognized them just as Sylvia had said he would. Ellie's face paled. The prospect of freedom had so delighted her that she forgot all about Sylvia.
"You've seen my daughter," he said. "Where, and why?"
"At The Pleasure Palace. She's the 'Syl' in Sylmar Corporation."
"That bitch! She's done this to shame me!'; His sullen wrath kept Ellie from mentioning Abe Henson and the expose he planned for tomorrow's paper. If Silas knew she'd given him the story, that might ruin everything.
"Get dressed!" he said. "You're going to drive me to The Pleasure Palace and get me inside without being seen. I have a score to settle with my long lost daughter!"
"Oh, Silas ... I can't!"
"You can, and you will!"
Ellie knew there was no point in arguing, even though Silas was walking into a trap.
Pickets led by Prudence Penworthy were still marching outside The Pleasure Palace. She recognized the parson's car as it approached and gaped curiously.
Ellie hadn't bothered to disguise herself, nor had she dressed as the prim and proper parson's wife. She wore her long, red-golden hair swinging free. A filmy, low-cut blouse showed several inches of soft cleavage, and a short skirt revealed the taper of her gorgeous legs.
Mrs. Penworthy croaked, "Elmira McKenzie! What are you doing here dressed like that?"
"Read about it in tomorrow's paper," she answered cryptically.
Prudence was too shocked to notice that Silas was hunched down under a blanket on the floor of the rear seat. Her mouth was still gaping when the drab gray sedan pulled up to the main entrance. Her jaw fell even farther when a firm turned to see her husband's unsmiling face. He was holding some legal papers that he slapped into her hand.
"Wh-what's this?"
"A court order that limits the number of pickets you can have here at any one time, and prevents them from blocking traffic."
"Why have you done this?" she demanded.
"First because I'm the Sylmar Corporation's local attorney, and second because I want you home with me tonight." He grabbed her arm and led her toward their car.
"But I have a duty!"
"Yes, to me. If you're so anxious to be a busybody, I'll keep your body busy in our bed!"
"Aaaggh!" she gasped. Her husband hadn't been so eager or so forceful in many years.
That combination kept any of the pickets from noticing Reverend McKenzie when he crawled out of the car and hurried through the main door with his beautiful young wife.
Rod Kramer greeted them in the lobby with a warm grin. Elbe was dying to tell him about the divorce, but Silas spoke first in his usual demanding voice. "I want to see my daughter!"
"Yes, sir. She's been expecting you. This way, sir . . . she's waiting in our Dungeon Suite."
"The Dungeon Suite?" McKenzie muttered, following Rod Kramer and yanking Ellie along the hand.
Sylvia paced the stone floor of the realistic dungeon, clad as she was that morning in long black boots, a leather bra with cut-outs to expose her jutting nipples.
Her gleaming black hair swirled each time she made a turn. The long braided lash did too, trailing snake-like near her feet. She planned to whip the somber black suit right off her father's back and expose him as a pious hypocrite.
Sylvia's lips curled into a sinister grin when the heavy steel door to the replica dungeon clanked open. She whirled, whip in hand. "Daddy, how nice to see you again."
"You're no daughter of mine," he declared. "Look at you!"
Elbe came into the room behind him. Rod closed and locked the steel door behind them, remaining outside as Sylvia had told him to do.
"I'm still your flesh and blood," she answered sharply. "Even though you whipped the flesh and spilled the blood of my cherry. If you don't like the way I've turned out, you have only yourself to blame."
"I only spanked a headstrong girl with my open hand. You're the one who stripped off your clothes and begged for more."
"So, I never could live by your strict rules. Apparently you can't either. I talked to Gloria Malone this evening-"
"You talked to Gloria?" Silas looked stunned.
"Yes, and to Abe Henson at the newspaper. Tomorrow everyone in Plainview will know that you have, shall we say ... a family interest in The Pleasure Palace?"
His cool grin matched hers, curving like a knife cut from ear to ear. "Sorry to spoil your fun again, Sylvia. But you can't hurt me that way. Beside the pleasures of sex, Gloria has taught me there's no such thing as bad publicity. When the connection between us is known, my crusade against evil will get national attention. My new television ministry will blaze through the heavens like a shooting star!"
Sylvia looked somewhat crestfallen.
"Don't look so sad," he said. "I know from Gloria that you and your husband are planning to open a chain of Pleasure Palaces from coast to coast. National attention will ensure their success. In fact, I suspect that's the real reason for your devious scheme."
She cracked the long black whip right in front of his face.
"Still the consummate hypocrite!" Sylvia screamed.
Silas remained calm despite the whip snapping just an inch short of tearing his right eye out of its socket.
"We're not so different," he insisted.
"You're selling pleasures and I'm selling salvation. Neither of us has been completely honest. Have you told anyone that I ordered you out of the house because you kept begging me to fuck you again?"
Sylvia's face paled even more. She stumbled back, dragging the whip. Ellie felt perplexed, no longer able to see a clean sharp line between right and wrong as she'd been taught there was all her life.
There they stood, face to face, narrowed eyes glaring hotly. The supposed symbols of sin and salvation, both of them clad in black . . . neither one quite what he or she seemed, and the two of them not so different after all.
When Sylvia's breath hissed like a snake and her hand swung high with the whip, Ellie sprang forward, making one of the few really independent decisions in her whole life.
She took the brunt of the down-swinging lash on her upraised forearm. The long braided leather tongue snarled and curled around her chest. It ripped her filmy blouse and stung welts from two previous whippings that were still warm.
Ellie clenched her teeth and flew at the black-leather-clad vixen like a she-hawk with her talons out. Sylvia lurched back, stunned by the sudden ferocity of the timid parson's wife.
"Aaagggh!" Sylvia cried. The leather cut-out Ellie's right hand. Sharp nails left trails of blood on the exposed tip of the temptress's tit.
Sylvia slashed back at the tawny-haired demon, but her black gloves with flaring gauntlets dulled the sting of her sharp nails. She caught the tear in Ellie's blouse and ripped it wider.
Twisting and snarling like two alley cats, they fell in a wild tangle of arms and legs. Ellie was the driving force and she landed on top, jarring Sylvia's breath away when they crashed and tangled on the cold floor of simulated stone.
Silas stood stock still, stunned by the spectacle of two beautiful young women in frenzied combat. His daughter and his young wife. Although he had reason to detest them both for defying his authority, his cock began to twitch and throb.
Sylvia released the whip handle with a grunt. The long braided lash was hopelessly tangled around Ellie's ripe body. She tore at the tawny-haired tigress's skirt instead.
Cloth ripped with a sound like a scream. Ellie yanked down the other side of Sylvia's black leather bra and bloodied the raven-haired beauty's tit in the process. Ellie's sharp nails were like razor blades in a whirlwind.
Rod Kramer and Mark Temple watched the action through hidden observation ports. The HI mm two women they cared most about were involved. Rod was happy to see Ellie gain the upper hand, but he was worried about Sylvia.
The Pleasure Palace had its rules just like the church. Some pain for the sake of pleasure was expected by all who passed through its doors. But serious injury or lasting disfigurement could not be allowed. Ellie and Sylvia seemed to be nearing that point.
Rod whispered, "We ought to do something."
"Not yet," Mark said. "I think my beautiful wife is about to learn a lesson that's long overdue. Remember how harsh she was with the whip when Ellie was in bondage?"
"How could I forget? It made Ellie hotter than she's ever been."
"So let's allow Sylvia to experience the same anguished delight. We'll only intervene if things get completely out of hand," Mark said with a bemused grin.
"Or when McKenzie's cock isn't enough to satisfy them both?" Rod suggested hopefully.
"Then of course," Mark agreed. "We guarantee satisfaction . . . even for family members who haven't paid the price for a room."
Ellie snarled her hands in Sylvia's coal-black hair, yanked the slut's head up and slammed it down on the floor. Sylvia's mind whirled in a vortex of pain and sudden weakness.
The parson's wife shook off the whip that was coiled around her ripe body and dragged Sylvia toward the nearest wall by her raven hair. The lithe beauty was still too shaken to resist. Ellie hauled the lithe beauty to her feet, yanked her limber arms up and snapped Sylvia's wrists into iron-jawed manacles chained to the wall.
Sylvia dangled by her bound wrists, her knees still weak, but her senses rapidly coming back. She faced forbidding gray stone with broad metal bands locked tight around her wrists.
Ellie coiled the whip lost in their fierce struggle and pressed it into Silas McKenzie's gaunt hand. "Give her what she deserves. Make her scream and beg to fuck you again. That's my gift to you for my freedom."
Silas felt a lump in his throat. Elbe had more spirit than he'd ever imagined. He wished he'd taken full advantage of her. He had wanted a gorgeous young wife but hadn't known quite what to do with her. As long as he could remember, McKenzie had been a man torn between strong natural instincts and the stern edicts of his church.
"Whip her!" Ellie prompted. "You know how much she enjoys it. Look at what she did to me."
"Yes!" His glaring eyes rolled over creamy smooth curves ablaze with smarting welts.
McKenzie's whip hand flew back. He the whip three times front and back, getting feel of it again, narrowly missing his daughter's trim ass when the long braided lash snapped in front.
Sylvia cringed, wrenching her arms and clanking the chains that bound her facing the wall. "Nnnooo, Daddy! Please, no!"
Silas leered and snapped the forked tongue of the whip right into the crack of her ass. Sylvia leaped a foot off the floor and smashed into the wall, twisting and writhing her clit against chilling stone as fiery heat flared out in all directions.
"You knew what a cold and forbidding woman your mother was. You took advantage of that. You taunted me shamelessly that night of the high school dance-"
"Yes!" Sylvia screamed. She could hear the soft hiss of braided leather snaking back along the floor. "But I only wanted to give you pleasure!"
"Pleasure that you did your best to turn into everlasting shame!" The long whip hissed and cracked again. This time it laid a stripe of pain that ran from the taut cleft of her ass to the base of her neck.
Sylvia's head flew back amidst a swirling cloud of glimmering hair. A shrill scream parted bps that had, not too long ago, been tightly drawn with a smug look of contempt. no Ellie said, "Silas, I think you should keep your whip hand sharp. From what I've seen of Gloria Malone on TV, she's not going to be an easy woman for any man to control."
He grinned and flicked the lash back into position for another hard strike. "How right you are, my dear. I've already had to teach her the pleasures of bondage. Like a lot of women who are used to having their own way, what Gloria wants most is a man she can't dominate."
The whip hissed and cracked twice while he was speaking. Ellie winced at the sharp smack of leather on soft flesh, but she felt a rush of pleasure at the same moment. Sylvia was only getting back what she'd been so anxious to give out.
"That must be what Sylvia wants too," she said. "Listen to her rasping breaths. Watch the way she grinds her clit against unyielding stone."
Silas lashed his daughter's trim ass cheeks again. She yelped and pressed her whole lithe body against the wall, writhing as though trying to work her way through the stone.
"She's right!" Sylvia cried. "I want you to fuck me! I've never forgotten that first time. Do it again, Daddy. Do it now!"
Chapter Eleven
Silas was ready. He was breathing hard in shallow gasps, and Elbe could see the stiffness of his cock straining his somber black suit pants. But he said, "No, Sylvia. Not yet. There are too many things in this room we haven't tried yet."
"Like these leg irons," Ellie suggested brightly. She gave a grunt, tugging on a wrought-iron manacle sized to fit a woman's ankle. From that trailed a foot of heavy chain connected to a black sphere the size of a bowling ball. But it was cast iron and weighed more than she could comfortably lift.
Elbe dragged it to the wall where Sylvia stood chained, her back and ass still smarting from the sting of the whip. The heavy iron ball grated harshly as it scraped across the rough floor.
She clamped the locking band around Sylvia's left ankle snugly encased in sleek black leather. Then Ellie dragged another leg iron up on the other side. She locked that in place and stood grinning.
Silas discovered that he could unfasten Sylvia's chains from the wall. The end links farthest from her bound wrists were joined by a larger steel ring, and that was held by a hook bolted high on the wall.
He reached up and lifted the connecting ring off the hook. "There's a hook in the middle of the room that offers more intriguing possibilities. The chain it hangs from is attached to a windlass."
"What's a windlass?" Elbe had to ask.
"A primitive winch. Turn that crank. It revolves a metal drum and winds in the chain."
Elbe gave the crank handle a trial spin and watched the dangling hook rise half a foot. Silas could barely reach it to snag on the ring that connected Sylvia's chains.
She cried, "No, you don't have to do this to me!"
"Oh, but we do," Ellie replied with mocking sweetness. Her hands spun the crank. Ratchet teeth clattered and the dangling hook rose higher, stretching Sylvia's long arms high overhead. "You picked this room for our meeting tonight. It must be your favorite."
"Ungh! Yes, but it's not supposed to be me hanging from this hook."
Ellie kept turning the crank, winding in chain until Sylvia had to stand on tiptoes, her booted feet barely touching the floor.
"Don't lift her any higher just yet," Silas said. "I've found something else."
"They look like miniature leg irons," Elbe said.
"Yes, and unless I'm mistaken, these small rings were meant to circle a woman's tits just back of the nipples. Is that right, Sylvia?"
"You know it is," she hissed. "You have our whole catalog."
"She must have meant those for me," Ellie said.
"Yes, I did. I had a feeling you'd be here with my father tonight. I wanted to watch your big luscious tits droop from the weight of those metal balls. They weigh a pound each-aaagh!"
Silas was fitting a metal ring around his daughter's left nipple and tightening a thumb screw to clamp the band in place.
"Let me help you," Ellie said. "I'll do the other one."
He allowed her that pleasure and stood back to enjoy the look of anguish that warped the fine features of Sylvia's classic face.
The one-pound iron balls dangled on chains just below her waist, tugging her bound nipples down with a relentless strain. Sylvia's eyes filled with tears and she tossed her head, choking back a tortured wail because she knew that would only give the lewd pair more pleasure.
"Wind her up a little more," Silas said with a smile.
Ellie's wicked laugh was like the sharp clatter of the ratchet teeth. Sylvia's feet left the floor. Her arms and shoulders wrenched, now supporting her whole weight. She winced and strained, swaying the pair of iron balls that dangled from her tits. The pendulous weights hit soft hips and her glossy black thatch of pubic hair. One swaying orb thumped right on the button of her clit. Sylvia groaned, arching and twisting, making the metal spheres sway even more.
"Higher," Silas said. "We'll take her as close to heaven as she's likely to get."
Sylvia felt a double wrenching strain. Her whole weight was being raised by her bound wrists, and the lewd bands locked back of her bulging nipples were dragged down by swaying iron balls. Winched higher, the chains locked around her ankles pulled tight. The heavier leg weights began to sway, barely touching the floor. They scraped beneath the dangling beauty and made a sound like her gritting teeth.
"She's always been one to look down on other people," Elbe remarked snidely.
Only a supreme effort kept Sylvia from screaming at the top of her lungs. It felt like her lithe body was being stretched apart. Ellie had cranked the windlass enough to lift the heavy leg weights completely free of the floor.
Silas gave one of the large metal balls a shove with his foot and started Sylvia swaying like a pendulum. She groaned, still refusing to scream. The smaller weights attached to her tits tugged on her nipples.
"My daughter, the swinger," Silas said wryly. He was starting to undress, delighted by Sylvia's strickened look of dismay.
It was anything but amusing to the lithe young woman chained hand and foot with cruel weights dangling from her pinched and swollen nipples. Pain wrenched every joint, strained muscle and nerve.
Her look brightened only a little when Silas had stripped naked, exposing his hard cock. His prick twitched and throbbed with the surging heat of lewd desire, but Sylvia knew the man's infinite capacity for cruel torment and wasn't sure that he meant that beautiful hard-on for her.
She was right. Silas turned his smoldering gaze on Ellie, a ripe young beauty in torn clothes. Her tawny hair swirled enticingly as she gave one of Sylvia's dangling leg weights another push to keep her swaying around in a dizzying arc.
"Would you like to feel my cock one last time?" Silas asked. "Just for old time's sake?"
Rod and Mark were still watching through hidden viewing ports.
"What's he mean . . . one last time?" Rod asked. "They're married, for God's sake."
Ellie hesitated. Sylvia's sexual torment made every lewd nerve in her body tingle, but it was really Rod Kramer's cock she wanted to feel.
Silas enticed her. "A reward for giving you your freedom?" he suggested. "A parting gift we'll both long remember?"
On those terms she agreed quickly. "Yes, why not? I'd love to suck your cock!" She stripped off the last of her tattered clothes and dropped to her knees.
Rod watched Ellie take Silas McKenzie's huge throbbing cock into her mouth with one lusty gulp, pressing forward until her soft lips nibbled at the hairy root.
"Whooo-wheee!" the preacher exclaimed.
Kramer's mind was still in a whirl. "He's giving Ellie her freedom?" he repeated as though hearing the words again would make the good news easier to believe. "He's letting her go?"
"That's how it sounded to me," Mark confirmed. "But not while his cock is still hard, old buddy."
"Well, I can't really blame him for that. Let the preacher give her one last shot."
Ellie could not have sucked cock with such passion if she'd known Rod was watching through a slit in the wall just a few yards away. Unconcerned, she bobbed and swayed her head, pulling with soft bps that squiggled and squirmed up and down Silas's cockshaft.
"You're making me wish we'd made better use of our time together," he moaned.
Sylvia was still swaying behind Ellie's back. She watched the frantic swirl of silky hair red-gold like a gorgeous sunrise. And she saw her father's rapt look of sheer delight.
"I wanted your cock!" Sylvia cried. "I wanted to make you so mad that you'd fuck me again!"
"Poor Sylvia," Elbe said, popping her head back to speak and letting Silas's cock spring out of her mouth. "She has a whole palace full of lewd pleasure and can't get at the cock she really wants."
Ellie's taunting was worse than the dangling weights. Ellie laughed and threw her head forward again, but this time took his cock into her mouth. She let it lance up by the side of her nose as she burrowed lower to lick his balls with a flicking tongue.
"Hhhmmm, they're as heavy with cum as those balls I locked onto Sylvia's legs," Ellie cooed, making wet slurping noises between words.
The bulbous, blue-red knob of McKenzie's big cock loomed above the top of her tawny head. His prick looked like an obscene cannon barrel angled up to lob shells at a distant target. His cockhead quaked and swelled with lewd pulses of delight as Ellie's tantalizing tongue swirled around his dangling ball sac. She tenderly sucked one into her mouth and then the other.
Ellie circled his thighs and clamped her hands on the hard-muscled cheeks of his ass to steady him. Sylvia breathed envious moans, denied the pleasure she craved and forced to watch in painful restraint.
A wet tongue hooked beneath McKenzie's swaying ball sac and lifted both quaking nuts. Soft bps extended and sucked both balls in.
Rod Kramer felt his own balls tingle. "I taught her to do that."
"And you'll get to teach her a lot more, I'm sure," Mark said.
"I just wish they'd hurry and get it over with. I'm so hot to fuck that luscious little bitch!"
"How do you think I feel about my wife?
Listening to her beg for her father has given me some great ideas. Is the Nazi Camp Suite free tonight? I'm in a mood to play Storm Trooper with her!"
"Sorry, Mark. That's been reserved. Our attorney Mr. Penworthy is planning to bring his wife here when the pickets have hung it up for the night."
"What about the Flying Saucer? I'll fuck he: ass into outer space!"
"Nope. A Mr. and Mrs. Smith have that one."
"Smith? You're kidding. Who is it really?'!
"Abe Henson, the guy who owns the newspaper. He dragged his wife in through the back door just before Elbe and the preacher arrived."
"What the hell's going on here, a fucking church meeting?"
"Just the Board of Elders. I think they're all here."
"We should have a religious suite," M decided. "Something our pious friends can really relate to-"
"Yeah, like the Spanish Inquisition ... or the Salem witch hunts, or maybe the Crucifixion."
"Work on it," Mark said. "The way things are going, that might be the most popular room in the place!"
Elbe's soft pulling bps and swirling tongue worked through it all. She heated McKenzie's balls to a boiling frenzy. Her tongue stroked between them, around one and then the other.
His upraised cock throbbed fiercely. Ellie stroked his bulging cum pipe with her tawny mane each time she swayed her head.
Silas clenched a ring of muscle at the base of his cock, straining to delay the joyous burst of jism stirred to outrageous intensity by her swiping tongue.
Sylvia's body was strained just as much, but not by lewd pleasure. The dangling weights tugged every nerve. Her dizzying swaying movements had slowed. She could see her father's cock throb. Her body ached for lewd pleasure to match the first time he had fucked into her.
Ellie marveled at McKenzie's restraint. Fucking Gloria Malone all day had given him control she had not expected. She sucked and swirled her tongue even more enticingly, and when she heard his breaths start to hiss, she wiggled the middle finger of her right hand into the crack of his ass.
She spread the dark puckered rim of his shit-hole and squirmed her probing finger inside. Silas came with a roar that was part indignation and part raging delight.
A silver-white gush of cum jetted from his upraised cock like a rocket. Spunk arched high over Elbe's head and splattered his daughter's ISO face. The creamy glob hit the bridge of her nose, divided and ran down. Her tongue flicked from side to side so as not to waste a delicious drop.
Another silvery spurt followed almost at once. That glob splashed on her upper lip thick as glue. Her tongue reached up and swept back and forth. With salty-sweet cum tingling on her taste buds, Sylvia forgot the strain of the dangling weights that tugged on her nipples.
Sylvia licked and slurped down one sticky hot blast of jism after another. Some fell just beyond reach on the point of her chin. Her tongue wagged down as though pulled by a chain and a weight.
Sylvia gurgled and moaned, licking up all the cum she could catch. Ellie delighted in milking her soon-to-be-ex-husband's balls and letting his hot jism shoot over her head. She felt a thrill of freedom that approached orgasm in its intensity.
Her soft bps and clever tongue kept twirling until she'd drained Silas McKenzie completely dry. His throbbing cock fell limp against her cheek.
Sylvia gasped in despair. Without the taste of her father's gushing cum, she had only the terrible strain of the pulling weights to think about.
"Wind her down," Silas said, easing his sated balls from between Elbe's pulling lips.
Slowly, Ellie turned the crank. It spun faster going down. First the heavy iron balls chained to Sylvia's legs hit the floor. The lithe, raven-haired bitch heaved a thankful sigh. Her booted feet touched next, but her strained legs were too weak to support her weight. Ellie kept unwinding chain, watching Sylvia sag.
As soon as there was enough slack, Silas pulled the ring that joined her wrist chains off the dangling hook. He didn't give her even a moment to catch her breath. McKenzie tugged on the connecting ring and dragged her toward a narrow bed of rough planks. He threw Sylvia down on her back, her long and shapely legs splayed wide by the heavy iron ball weights that dangled on either side.
Her jutting tits were wrenched apart the same way. The smaller weights ringed to her nipples dangled off opposite sides of the bed. Elbe cringed, thinking of the pain. Silas was arched above Sylvia now aiming his stiff cock at her black-furred cunt with a steady hand.
Ellie could feel only sharp pangs of envy. All that she had done to help Silas torment his daughter had her pussy worked into a seething fit. She wanted to feel a stiff hot prick more than ever before in her life. Ellie had to wonder if Sylvia's anguish could be worse than hers.
She watched Silas ram his cock in. Sylvia jerked and moaned.
Rod Kramer placed a soft hand on Ellie's bare shoulder. "Is he really going to let you go?"
"Oh, Rod . . . yes!" she squealed delightedly. "We can be together again."
"I think we should be together right now. Watching the two of them has given me a hard-on that won't quit!" He cupped her tits and fondled them gently, easing the pain of her previous whippings. "I'll find us a nice quiet room with a big warm bed. No whips or chains, or anything kinky."
Ellie looked surprised, and disappointed. "Why, Rod?"
"Because I thought you'd had all the bondage and discipline you could stand."
"But I'm free now!" she insisted. "The worst and most cruel restraints are those in my mind. Silas kept me with something stronger than chains, but that's over. I like being your prisoner."
"Oooh, Ellie! You are something else!" Rod grinned and led her to what looked like a large table in the corner of the room. The long rectangle was divided into four parts of splits in the glossy top in the shape of a cross.
Ellie climbed up and stretched out on her back. She reached her arms and legs toward the four corners where she could see locking metal bands meant to restrain a woman's wrists and ankles.
Rod made a quick trip around the table, enclosing her four limbs in snug and unyielding restraints. Then he turned a crank at the foot of the table and its four parts spread slowly. "This is called the rack. In a real dungeon, some brutal sadist would keep turning the crank until you were torn limb from limb."
"Ugh, how awful!" Ellie could already feel some strain in her joints, a steady pull that tensed her muscles and made nerves more sensitive. "You won't tear me apart, will you?"
"I might . . . with this." He stripped off his clothes and bared a magnificent hard-on that made her heart race.
"Yes! Do it to me! Fuck me, Rod!"
"First there is something you must tell me," Rod said in a stern voice. "And the rack will make you talk, my pretty princess!" He gave the crank another slow half turn.
She groaned. "I'll talk! I'll tell you anything you want to hear!"
"Three words," he prompted.
Ellie's soft features strained in concentration, then she cried, "Fuck me, please!"
He grinned and climbed up on the table, his throbbing big cock in hand. "I was thinking you'd say, I love you. But that's close enough."
