Chapter 9
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.