Chapter 4
Elmira McKenzie looked every inch the proper wife of a small-town fundamentalist minister when the Board of Elders assembled in the parsonage living room at four that Sunday afternoon.
Her seductively long and silky red-golden hair was tightly braided and primly coiled atop her head. She restrained a look of contentment behind an enigmatic little grin.
In the guise of accepting cruel punishment, she had coaxed Silas into fucking her four times after church. His wrath inspired a massive and long-lasting hard-on that thrilled her almost out of her mind.
Several of the somber Elders said they had missed her at church and were glad to see that she was feeling better. They took the rosy color of her creamy cheeks as a sign of health.
Reverend McKenzie called the meeting to order, his gaunt face stern and unsmiling. That look was nothing like the lewdly twisted grin of contentment he flashed while fucking his luscious young wife to her fourth climax with him.
He told the eight members of the church's governing body about The Pleasure Palace on the outskirts of town and showed them some of the purchase he'd made there-starting with a video cassette that showed a busty young blonde who was chained and whipped by two huge men, stark naked except for black executioner-style hoods that covered their faces.
Their enormous cocks twitched and jerked as they lashed the girl's milky white skin with braided leather bullwhips to leave patterned red welts on both sides of her ripe body.
McKenzie moved then to turn off the video tape player. "I know you can't bear to watch any more," he said sternly.
"Leave it on!" a shrill female voice said. That was Prudence Penworthy, wife of Plainview's most successful attorney and the ranking member of the governing board. "We must see the full extent of sinful depravity threatening our community."
The other Elders all murmured in agreement, so McKenzie let the tape play. They all squirmed and began to fidget in their folding chairs while the stunning young blonde took one thick hot prick into her golden-haired cunt and the other up her lusciously ripe ass.
Prudence Penworthy was breathing too hard to speak when the tape ended. Ellie appeared to be properly horrified, but her mind was racing, wondering how she might get two throbbing big cocks in her at once.
McKenzie showed them erotic novels and read a particularly lurid passage from each one. That started the Elders squirming in their seats again. Clyde Wallace, a wealthy property owner, grinned wryly and wondered how long it had taken the hawkish preacher to find the best parts and dog-ear those pages.
Then Reverend McKenzie showed some of the bondage devices he'd purchased at The Pleasure Palace's well-stocked novelty shop. Abe Hen-son, the town printer and newspaper publisher, saw several he'd like to try on his frigid wife. And he did not fail to notice how the preacher's hand trembled visibly when he demonstrated the cat-o-nine-tails by lashing the palm of his left hand.
Prudence Penworthy grabbed all the erotic novels off the display table and clutched them to her tits. "I'm taking these to the Town Council," she said with a crimson blush when all eyes settled on her. "We have an ordinance against obscenity this Board of Elders helped to write."
Wallace, the balding real-estate man, said, "That law's been overturned by the State Court of Appeals. It violates the First Amendment, freedom of speech. The way you had it written, even the Holy Bible could be branded as obscene. There's all that 'begatting' in the Old Testament, and not all of those bearded gentlemen were sleeping with their own wives."
The sudden outburst brought a stunned murmur from all the rest. Reverend McKenzie raised his hands in god-like fashion to still the crowd. Then he glared coldly at Clyde Wallace who sat in the back row of chairs.
"I'm not surprised that you defend independency," the parson said. "After all, you own the building where The Pleasure Palace is doing business!"
Another shocked murmur stirred the Elders who all turned and glared at the flustered property owner.
"All right! I own the building, but I leased it to the Sylmar Corporation not knowing what they planned to do with it," Wallace said defensively.
Mrs. Penworthy was busy thumbing through the books she'd grabbed off the table. Her face was flushed, her fingers trembling anxiously. "Now that you know, you must evict them! We can't allow filth like this to circulate among the good people of Plainview!"
"I can't evict them," Wallace said flatly.
"You would profit from the wages of sin?" she accused sharply.
"It's not that, Prudence. I signed an ironclad lease with the Sylmar Corporation. A lease that was drawn up by your husband! His law firm represents the company in this town. So don't you preach to me about profiting from the wages of sin!"
"That's shocking!" exclaimed Henson, the young publisher. "You should both be voted off the Board of Elders!"
"And you along with us?" Wallace asked bluntly. "You do all the printing for them and run ads for The Pleasure Palace in the newspaper!"
"Yes, and Robard's construction company did all their remodeling. Wilson sold them furniture and mirrors for that kinky motel. I don't think there's a person in this room who isn't somehow involved.
Reverend McKenzie glared from behind the display table. "There isn't one of you fit to serve the Lord!" he declared strongly.
Clyde Wallace replied just as sternly. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, Reverend. I was by this way real late last night and you were still up. Were you watching that video tape or trying those sexy torture devices on your pretty young wife?"
McKenzie's face reddened like a beet, a silent admission of guilt. His powerful voice failed him completely.
Wallace went on: "That breast-clamping thing and the handcuffs look used to me. See how the fur is matted."
"And that's not all!" Prudence Penworthy put in. "I was a little late for the first service this morning, and I saw that man who manages The Pleasure Palace coming into the parsonage. Is that why your wife missed church?"
Elmira McKenzie gasped and sank down in her chair, wishing there was some way to completely disappear.
The Reverend's gaunt fist slammed down on the display table. "This meeting is over!" he said, glaring at his wife with a coldly malicious look.
It took ten long minutes to clear the room, time enough for McKenzie's smoldering suspicions to reach a full boil.
"Was that despicable man here?" he demanded when the last of the departing Elders was out of earshot.
"Y-y-yes, he was. B-b-but only to see you," she stammered.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you're his best customer so far," she improvised quickly. "He was hoping that meant you would call off your crusade against The Pleasure Palace."
"Liar!" he snarled, slapping her across the face.
Ellie's head was snapped to the side by the force of the blow. Her coil of braids spun free and dropped down her back like a red-golden length of rope. Then he lashed her again and spun her head the other way. Her creamy cheeks blazed hot with red imprints of his hand. Tears filled the corners of her fluttering green eyes.
"I found two pairs of handcuffs in the bedroom closet that I didn't buy," McKenzie said. "Did he bring them to use on you?"
"N-n-no. He said those were a bonus. A peace offering."
"More lies!" McKenzie slapped her face back and forth again. "I think it was my pretty young wife that he wanted a piece of. And now that I know what a shameless little wanton you really are, I'm sure you obliged him!"
"Silas, I wouldn't. I'm your wife."
"I'll get the truth out of you one way or another," the glowering parson said. McKenzie grabbed the front of her simple, loose-fitting dress and ripped it open.
McKenzie lunged and clawed at her bra, tugging until the snaps gave way. He stripped it off, baring her lush tits. Then he pulled her panties down.
Ellie sobbed fearfully. She knew that McKenzie had a vile temper. Soon after they had been married, Ellie heard a rumor around town. Silas was said to have whipped his daughter Sylvia severely for attending her high school graduation dance. Strict rules of the church did not allow dancing, but the daughter born by his first wife had defied him. She had left Plainview the next day and had not seen or spoken to her father since. Silas never mentioned her, but Ellie had known the girl in high school. They were the same age.
Ellie trembled because she'd done far worse than attend a school dance. And just how much worse, he was determined to find out.
"Put this on!" he commanded her, holding the tit-clamping device in his gnarled fist.
"No, please. My tits are still hurting."
"Nothing like they'll hurt if you've been unfaithful to me! Put it on!" His free hand drew back for another stinging slap.
"All right!" Ellie cried, sniffing back tears. She worked her tender tits into the fur-sheathed clamping bands and turned without having to be told. McKenzie cinched it tight across her back.
He gave the screw at her side a single turn, just enough to make her tits bulge more enticingly. It didn't hurt yet, and Ellie was thankful for that. She could only feel the sleek fur against her quivering skin.
"Now into the bedroom," he demanded. "There are a few things left in the closet that I didn't show the Elders."
Ellie shivered, walking down the hall. She didn't know how much torment she could endure and dreaded to think what Silas might do if he forced her to tell all about Rod Kramer.
McKenzie followed, somber as always in the flowing black robe. In the bedroom, he grabbed her arms and cuffed them behind her back. Ellie's fearful trembling increased. He grinned coldly and pushed her back across the freshly made bed.
Her shoulders wrenched and her wrists hurt when she fell on her back. Anguished moans came from her soft lips. Silas spread her legs wide and put the metal bar between them, snapping the fur-lined locking jaws around her ankles.
She cowered on the bed with her arms painfully bound beneath the small of her back. That arched her pussy mound and made her creamy tits bulge through the clamping bands even more. Silas reached down and gave the screw another turn. Ellie felt a tingling sensation that wasn't quite pain yet.
He went to the closet and came back with a little black box that looked something like a portable radio. It had an on/off switch, a rotary dial and three slender wires that trailed from one end. Those ended in small black rubber cones like suction cups.
"This doesn't look particularly sinful, so I decided not to display it," he said. McKenzie hummed a hymn as he worked. Then he capped each nipple with a wired black cup.
It reminded Ellie of the heart-monitoring device doctors had used once when her mother had taken ill, but those probes had been put on the flat of her chest, not lewdly affixed to her swollen nipples.
He pulled the third cup and its trailing wire down to her crotch and wiggled it over her protruding clit. Ellie could only feel the cold pull of rubber suction, but she cringed knowing that her most tender nerve centers were now wired to that sinister-looking black box.
"This will spare my arm the strain of whipping the truth out of you," he said with a malevolent grin. "Modern technology works wonders!"
Silas clicked the switch on.
Ellie saw a little red light glowing faintly on the dial. McKenzie gave that a turn and the light glowed brighter, then it began to blink slowly. The light flashed, and Ellie felt an electric tingle pulse through her nipples and clit.
It wasn't painfully sharp, in fact she enjoyed the second mild jolt. It made her tits swell and her pussy clench with pulsing waves that matched the rhythm of the blinking light.
"Ooooh," she cooed. "That makes me want to feel your punishing cock inside me again."
"Not until I know the truth about you and Rod Kramer," Silas answered coldly. He gave the round knob on the dial a quarter of a turn. The light glowed brighter and blinked a little faster.
"Unnngh!" Ellie groaned. The shocks were stronger now and coming faster. "Hooo, Silas. Leave this on while you punish me with your prick. I was wrong to miss church this morning, and wrong not to tell you that Rod . . . that that wicked man stopped by."
McKenzie's grin warped and he gave the dial a half a turn. Ellie yelped and her body quivered in a high arch as the current raced through every nerve. This approached pain.
"The dial is set on five now," he told her. "It goes all the way up to twenty."
"No more!" she pleaded. "Please, no!"
"Then tell me what Kramer did this morning. If he arrived here and you were up soon after the first service began, why wasn't the bed made? And why weren't you with me when the first service was over?"
"He only stayed a minute. Then I went back to bed. I fell asleep and didn't wake up again until just before you came home."
"Pray to God that's the whole truth," he said. "I'm turning the dial up to ten."
"Aaagggh!" Ellie's lush body convulsed with wild spasms. The red light glowed like a beacon, flashing rapidly as the jolting current made her twitch without control.
She winced with each shock and clenched her teeth, venting sharp little cries through tightly drawn lips. The pulsing current jarred every nerve.
"You were unfaithful to me, weren't you, Elmira? Your body became caught by lust and you allowed him to enter your sacred portal."
Any other time, Ellie would have strained to keep from laughing at the stilted, old-fashioned language. But now the rapid, stinging hot electric shocks were all she could think of. She cried, "Nnnnoooo! I'm still as pure as the day we married."
Her tortured writhings entranced the glowering minister. Tossing her head had loosened her long braid. Shimmering red-golden hair flounced all around her anguished face. Her lush tits heaved and blushed with rushing blood. Her pussy seethed, bounding up and down as shocks fired into her clit.
The rich scent of cunt filled the room. McKenzie breathed deeply. "You said that smell was air freshener." His chest rumbled with an angry laugh. "But now I know the scent of your raging lust! You were with him in this room, on this bed. He entered your body-"
Silas turned the dial steadily upward. When the current peaked, Ellie could only stand it for a few seconds.
"Yyyyeeesss!" she confessed with a strident cry of pain. "He fucked me, but it wasn't my fault. He brought those handcuffs and he found that leg-spreading bar you bought. I was helpless in restraint when he took his pleasure with me!"
Reverend McKenzie switched off the shock generator and slumped down on the edge of the bed, dropping his head into his hands.
"I'm a wretched sinner worse than most," he moaned. "But I will repent. And I will have retribution!"