Chapter 2
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.