Chapter 5
Ellie spent a restless night because Reverend McKenzie's reborn faith and strong need to repent would not allow him to touch her. The sparking, shock-induced climax had only whetted her appetite for more pleasure. But this was not the time to ask or try to coax it from him.
Silas stayed up late, grimly plotting his holy war against The Pleasure Palace. It was more than a church crusade now, it was a personal vendetta. Rod Kramer had fucked his young wife, and he would pay dearly for that rash moment of pleasure.
Alone in the bedroom while he worked in the study, Ellie found a big battery-powered dildo among the things Silas had bought to shock the Elders into action against The Pleasure Palace. It was molded from a rubbery, flesh-like material and it looked surprisingly realistic-an enormous artificial cock accurate even down to bulging blue veins.
Near the base, the rubbery flesh was accordion-pleated, and Ellie soon discovered the reason for that. When she switched it on, the foot-long cock-shaped part began to piston back and forth, powered by the batteries inside.
Ellie moaned and worked the pulsing prick into her cunt. She sighed in rapture, bucking her hips, driving that piston of pleasure to its rubbery hilt. The pleated part expanded and contracted rhythmically, gently stimulating her clit. But gentle was no longer enough. Ellie found the clit ring and slipped that on with the trigger turned to be twitched by the pulsing accordian pleats of the dildo's pistoning mechanism.
She climaxed again and again with the tireless artificial cock, fucking with it far into the night . . . until the batteries ran down and it would barely quiver.
It wasn't the thrilling kind of satisfaction she really needed. There was no strong man's weight bearing down on her anxious body, no hands but one of her own to fondle her tits.
She put the shock-stimulating cups on her nipples and clit as Silas had done and ran the power up to max while the dildo fucked away in her wringing cunt. That was better, but still not good enough. Elbe knew that she would have to find a way to see Rod Kramer on Monday.
Silas left the parsonage early, somber and grimly handsome in his black suit with a backward-turned white collar. He was off to launch his crusade against The Pleasure Palace-first with an appearance on a local TV talk show.
Ellie went down into the basement to find a trunk that contained clothes she'd worn while in the city, things Reverend McKenzie didn't think proper for a parson's wife. Ellie was supposed to have given it all to a charity thrift shop, but she could not bear to part with things that symbolized her brief independence.
She had hidden the trunk in a dark, seldom-used corner of the basement. Now she was glad that she had. No one in Plainview would recognize her in the stylish, figure-hugging clothes she preferred to wear.
Ellie selected a pair of high-heeled, knee-length black boots, a short red skirt and a clinging white blouse which was soft as a whisper and revealing as gossip. Then she found a platinum blonde wig she'd bought in the city on a whim.
An old cracked mirror leaned against the wall. Ellie dressed in front of that, admiring the transformation. She smiled and brushed the long platinum tresses that concealed her own hair.
She also applied makeup from a kit hidden in the trunk, lip gloss, blush and eye shadow.
Then she slipped out of the house by way of the back door and walked three blocks to the main street of Plainview to get a cab.
"I want to go to The Pleasure Palace," she told the driver. "I don't know the address exactly, but it's on the outskirts of town."
"I know where it is," he said with a leering grin. "Most folks in Plainview do by now. Even some who won't admit having been there."
"A lot of people are like that," she remarked.
"Not you, I take it. You must be new in town."
"Er, yes ... I am."
"Lots of new people moving in," the driver said, just to make conversation. "Town's really growing, and not all the new folks are as stuffy and old fashioned as Reverend Iron Nuts would like." "Iron nuts?" she repeated curiously. "Real name's Silas McKenzie ... a self-righteous Bible-quoting sonuvabitch!"
"Ooooh, one of those." Ellie found it hard not to laugh.
"Worse than most. He whipped his own daughter black and blue just for going to her high school graduation dance. The girl left town and ain't been back." "Isn't that just a rumor?" "No, I'm sure. I drove her to the train station, and I've never seen a pretty girl so shook up. She was hysterical, and the pious bastard who did that wants to tell the rest of us how to live. He was on TV early this morning preaching against The Pleasure Palace like it was the main gate to hell."
Ellie chuckled, but then the new place came into view and she saw at least twenty people walking a picket line on the sidewalk in front. Most were loyal church members who knew her well. The parson's wife cringed and began to wonder how good her disguise really was.
Sign-carrying pickets blocked the driveway and more crowded around the cab when the driver tried to inch through. Ellie saw words like "sin" and "smut" in vivid red letters. And she saw the stern face of Prudence Penworthy peering instantly at her through the side window.
"No decent woman would enter a place like this!" the dour church Elder screamed.
Elbe grinned tautly and turned her head. On the other side of the stopped car she saw Abe Henson leering at her through the glass. He snapped her picture with a flash camera. She winced at the sudden glare and heard him say, "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
She sneered. "You lecherous little creep, that's the oldest line in the world. Now tell your friends to get their self-righteous asses out of the way or I'll persuade the driver to run them down!" Ellie hoped that deepening her naturally soft voice would be enough to keep Henson from recognizing her.
He was still staring intently at her when the car pulled forward through the scattering crowd. That worried Elmira McKenzie just a little. Hen-son was the town's newspaper publisher in addition to being an Elder of the church. Abe could make real trouble for her if he had penetrated her disguise.
Rod Kramer greeted the cab when it stopped under the arcade outside the main entrance. "Sorry about that other reception," he said to the silver-haired blonde in the rear seat. "Welcome to The Pleasure Palace."
Ellie grinned confidently. Rod didn't recognize her when she stepped out of the car. She paid and tipped the cab driver, then turned back to him as the car pulled away. "You said you wanted to see me on Monday. Well, here I am!"
He gawked, then laughed heartily. "Ellie, for God's sake! I never would have dreamed it was you."
She nodded toward the pickets and Abe Hen-son who was snapping more pictures with a telephoto lens. "Let's hope none of them recognized me."
"Not a chance!" he assured her, looking closely again. "But you're really stunning as a platinum blonde!"
"Think so? Then let's give our local news hawk a picture he won't dare print in a small-town paper."
Ellie all but threw herself into his arms. She squirmed her hips against his hard-muscled loins and guided his hands to her lush tits. Then she twined her arms around his neck and pulled his head toward hers, lewdly flicking out her tongue just before their lips touched.
Rod sucked on her wiggling tongue and felt his delighted cock start to stiffen. Henson's strobe light flashed. Rod worked his hips against her luscious pussy mound and slid his hands down to clamp on the cheeks of her ass and hold her tighter. The strobe glared again.
"Ungh," she said, breaking off their tongue-thrusting kiss. "That's enough for out here. Let's find a place where we can be alone. My husband has appointments that will keep him busy all day and half the night."
"Not nearly as busy as we're going to be." Rod fondly patted her ass and gave her a squeeze as they turned toward the main door.
"Henson must have rediscovered his faith too," Ellie remarked.
"Yeah, he came by early to say the paper wouldn't run any of our advertisements from now on."
"Is that going to hurt business?"
"Are you kidding? Your husband's crusade is going to put this place on the front page. And on TV too. He's giving The Pleasure Place publicity that money can't buy."
Ellie laughed, lightly tossing her long platinum mane. "As the Reverend Silas McKenzie is so fond of saying ... the Lord works in mysterious ways!"
Rod gave Ellie a brief tour that ended in the penthouse suite atop the motel wing.
"Each room in the complex has a different theme," he explained as he keyed open the door. "There's a room like a dungeon complete with replica torture devices. Another like the cabin of a flying saucer where earth women are held captive for the experimental pleasure of males from another world. We rent costumes to go along with each room. For the alien spaceman we even provide rubbers to make his cock look green."
Ellie giggled, entranced by the idea. "But I wouldn't want to be fucked by a little green man," she said as they entered the luxurious penthouse.
"Yeah, I know you," Rod grinned. "You want a big green man!"
"The bigger the better!" Then Ellie looked around the room Rod had just ushered her into. "Ooooh! This looks like a millionaire's playroom!" "That's the idea. It's like that TV show, the island where each guest's fantasy comes true. But we offer more basic pleasures at a price real people can afford."
"This must all have cost a fortune!" Ellie said in awe. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling of * e spacious room. The enormous bed had a control panel that looked like something out of an airplane cockpit, and the bed itself was covered with a spread of deep, soft and shimmering fur.
"Yeah, it did . . . but the investors saved a little on the Nazi prison camp room. That's done mostly in barbed wire and rough planks." Ellie was still gazing around the elegant suite, contained a sunken tub that steamed and swirled like a whirlpool, a well-stocked bar and pool table, and things beyond she could not clearly in the pale glow of indirect lighting. "Will we have time to try all the rooms?" she ked anxiously.
"That would take a while. There are thirty ms altogether, each with a different mood." "Well, I'm in the mood to live like a millionaire's wife right now." Ellie extended her s and puckered her soft lips, reaching for kiss.
Rod flashed a cool grin and slapped her face. No millionaire worth his salt fucks his wife for pleasure. There's a maid's uniform hanging in the closet over there. Put that on. I'll be waiting in the whirlpool bath for you to serve me a snifter of brandy."
Ellie recoiled from the sting of his slap and harsh demanding words, even though Rod hadn't struck her with anything near full force.
"Being your servant girl isn't part of my fantasy," she protested.
"Too bad. It's the best part of mine. You bruised my ego when you ran home to marry that stuffy old preacher."
"I told you why I had to do that!"
"Yeah, and I'm telling you what to do now. Dress yourself like a cute little maid and attend to my every desire!" Rod began to undress by the edge of the steaming whirlpool bath.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but then thought better. Why not play along? The role of maid wasn't much different than being a waitress, and certainly better than boredom as a parson's wife.
Ellie went to the closet and put on a skimpy little black outfit with a plunging neckline, delicate white lace trim and a crisp white apron barely large enough to cover her pussy mound, She left on her knee-high black boots ever though they were not strictly proper for the maid's role. Wearing them made her feel sexy and that was a feeling she'd missed for too long!
At the bar she poured brandy into a snifter and balanced that on a silver tray. She walked to the edge of the steaming tub with an appropriately submissive little smile shyly curving her soft lips.
She moved like a humble servant, really starting to enjoy the role. "Your brandy, sir."
Rod took a sip, scowled and spit back into the glass. "Brandy? You stupid little bitch, I specifically asked for champagne!"
The sudden outburst caught her off guard. Ellie staggered back and realized then that he was just toying with her. "Champagne. Yes, sir. How silly of me. Just a moment-"
Ellie scurried back to the bar, uncorked a bottle and slashed bubbling wine into a long-stemmed, bell-shaped glass. Then she poured another for herself and balanced them both on the silver tray.
Rod picked up on her ploy right away and knew that Ellie was really getting into the game now. "What's this? Two glasses? Do you see anyone else in the tub with me, my dear girl?"
"I thought you might like me to join you. I Your wife is in Paris this whole week spending I a fortune on some designer's new clothes."
"You? Join me? A lowly maid not bright enough to get a drink order right?" Rod sneered ! and scoffed at the very idea.
"Maybe I'm not too bright, but I do have j beautiful big tits," she said, bowing low to offer 1 him the champagne.
"Aaah, yes . . . that you do." Rod took a sip of the sparkling wine, wondering what Ellie would do next.
"Your wife is so old, so ugly and flat-chested," Ellie said, "I know you just married for her fortune . . . and for a chance to send her to Paris and be alone with someone young and sexy like me."
Ellie set down the tray, picked up the second glass of champagne and tinged the edge of hers against his.
"To love and lust," she said boldly.
Rod marveled at her improvisation, then grinned. "You devious little bitch. Perhaps you're not as stupid as I first thought."
"I know a big stiff cock when I see one, and the hot swirling water has done wonderful things to yours."
"Do you think you might be able to do even more?"
"Ooooh, yes, sir! I'm sure! Your wish is my command."
"Then suck it, baby. I'm anxious to see how long you can hold your breath." Rod grabbed the lace-trimmed collar of her low-cut maid's uniform and tugged her into the water.
Ellie tumbled head-over-heels with a frightened gasp. She splashed into the roiling hot tub, clothes, boots and all. Her platinum wig floated off and her long, red-golden hair swirled free. He tossed the wig aside with an impatient grunt and forced her head down beneath the water to meet the upraised shaft of his stiff cock.
She moaned, that sound rising with a stream of silver bubbles escaping from her lips.
"I'm not letting you up to breathe until you make me cum," Rod said. "Suck my cock, bitch! And be quick about it!"
Ellie groaned, suddenly terrified by the new twist an apparently harmless game had taken. She'd been a strong swimmer all her life and knew that she could hold her breath for almost two minutes. But that was not a lot of time to bring a man to orgasm by sucking on his cock . . . not one with the iron-willed self-control that Rod Kramer had so often displayed when they were together.
She swirled her lips around his bulging cockhead underwater, watching bubbles dance and rise all around from the jetting whirlpool nozzle. If only she could make his cock gush with the same force, and do it before she ran out of precious breath.
"Hhhhhmmm, I like that," he said as her clinging lips inched down his prickshaft. "But it will take at least ten minutes of such timid sucking to make me cum. By then I don't think even artificial respiration will save you. I'll be bothered having to hire a sexier maid."
Ellie heard the words filtered through a watery din. Her heart beat wildly, wasting her precious breath. And the snug black maid's uniform began to shrink in the steaming hot tub. It hugged and squeezed her luscious curves, getting tighter with each passing second.
She sucked Rod's throbbing cock with a fervor inspired by humankind's most primitive instinct . . . self-preservation. Rod might let her head up to breathe if she failed to make his cock fire before she ran out of breath. Then again, he might not.
She sucked and squirmed her lips anxiously around his long cockshaft, having to wonder how completely caught up he was in their shared fantasy. Perhaps he could no longer tell imagination from reality, any more than she could clearly separate the sensations of pleasure and pain.
Ellie cupped her hands beneath Rod's egg-sized balls and stroked them fondly. They dangled almost weightless underwater, huge and quaking orbs filled with steaming vigor. Her soft, wavering fingers teased and stroked, begging him to unload before she drowned while sucking his beautiful big cock.
He clamped one hand behind her neck and forced her head up and down. The other hand cupped a pendulous tit sheathed in shrinking black satiny cloth. His thumb twirled her bulging nipple, making her want to cry with delight.
Her mind became a dazed blur. He forced her head up and down. Frantic lips encircled his cockshaft, where a frenzied tongue licked and swirled. No one had ever sucked his cock with such passion. The strange link between torment and intense delight became fixed in both of their minds.
Rod Kramer came with a roar of joy. Salty-sweet cum jetted into her tight throat just when Ellie thought she might faint and be forced to breathe in water with her dying gasp. He pumped his cock hard, slamming her head down to meet each thrust.
She sucked and swallowed jism with a sense of relief far beyond rapture. Ellie knew that she would survive. Her milking lips and flailing tongue drained his cock when she still had a few precious seconds of breath to spare. Ellie bobbed her head up and gulped air, rasping down the last of his sticky sweet cum.
"Ooooh, God," she cried after another gulp of air. "I actually climaxed while we were doing that. Relief made my pussy convulse underwater just as though it held a cock."
Her mind was still dazed, dizzy with pleasures she could not understand. Extreme torment and exquisite delight had become impossible for the young parson's wife to tell apart.