Chapter 11
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."