Chapter 3
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.