Chapter 10
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!"