Chapter 6
Ellie took off her wet boots and brushed her tawny hair dry under the glowing warmth of a heat lamp in the bathroom of the luxurious suite. The satiny black cloth of her maid's uniform dried almost at once, now fitting her sensuous curves like a second skin.
Rod dried himself and stretched out naked on the bed, sipping champagne and luxuriating in the soft, warmth of the dense fur bedspread. He watched her reflection in the wall mirror.
She put on black net stockings and a pair of black shoes with long heels. They enhanced the beautiful taper of her shapely legs.
He worked the controls and raised the head of the bed, then touched another button to raise an arch beneath his knees. Rod flicked a switch and watched a mirrored panel on the ceiling slip aside. A TV screen came into view, mounted on a recess over the bed.
Pressing another button brought the screen to life with a blaze of color. Reverend McKenzie's stern face glared down from above, shaking an accusing finger as he ranted in silent rage. Rod had the sound turned off.
It was a video tape he'd made of the preacher's appearance on a local talk show earlier that morning. He thought it would be interesting to watch Ellie's reaction when she stretched out on the bed with him and saw her husband's glowering countenance staring down from above. Rod pressed a button and froze the close-up on the screen.
Ellie served Ron more champagne and poured a glass for herself. Then she settled beside him on the raised and arched remote control bed. She didn't look up, her luminous green eyes focused intently on his enormous erection.
Rod asked, "What would the Reverend McKenzie say if he could see you now?"
She laughed and shuddered at the same time. "Oooooh, he'd crap his pants!"
"He knows nothing about us?"
"Er, well ..." Ellie's voice faltered as her cheeks blushed. She took a cooling sip of the sparkling wine and went on in an uneasy tone. "He knows you came to the house on Sunday. A local busy-body saw you coming in. When I missed church, he got even more suspicious. He wired my nipples and clit to some kind of electronic shocking device and forced me to tell what we'd done."
"I guess that explains the new fervor of his crusade against pleasure."
"Yes, I told him that you forced me. That you took pleasure against my will."
"No wonder he's in such a rage." Rod looked strangely at her and thumbed the button that controlled the screen she hadn't yet noticed above the bed.
McKenzie's voice thundered with frightening realism through high fidelity speakers. "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord!"
"Ooooh, my God!" Ellie jumped a foot, splashing cold champagne in her lap. It soaked through and chilled her pussy mound. Her widened eyes darted toward the sound and met Silas McKenzie's coldly accusing glare. It took a full second for her to realize it was only an image on a color TV screen. She laughed weakly then.
"Rod . . . you scared the wits out of me! For a minute I thought Silas was here in this room." Her hands still trembled.
"I wish he was. I'd like him to see how little it takes to force his lovely wife into submission." Rod grabbed her quaking shoulders and pulled Ellie down on her back.
From a recess in the mirrored headboard he drew out a broad leather cuff attached to a slender length of steel chain. He strapped the cuff around Ellie's right wrist before she'd fully recovered her senses.
"Sinful depravity threatens all that is good and decent in Plainview," McKenzie's voice warned from above.
"Yes," Kramer agreed, "and it threatens those who aren't so righteous as they'd like others to believe even more."
Ellie struggled to keep her left arm free, but she was distracted by the larger-than-life-size image of her husband's angry face glaring down as though he could see her.
Rod held her flailing left arm and circled her wrist with a leather cuff drawn from a recess on the other side of the bed. She winced and moaned with he buckled it tight, and touched a remote control button to draw the slack chain.
"Imagine innocent women restrained by cruel devices such as these," McKenzie was saying.
"Yes, imagine that," Rod laughed. "Are you going to tell the people how much your own wife enjoys it?"
Rod moved down to the foot of the bed and grabbed her thrashing right leg. From a recess in the frame, he drew out another broad leather band and its trailing length of chain. He snared her ankle in the strap and cinched it tight.
Ellie's ripe curves rippled with waves of delight and tremors of guilt. Bondage had become a thrilling prelude to the kind of fiercely passionate sex that she enjoyed most. But having to stare at her husband's stern face and hear his ranting voice made her cringe.
Rod caught her other leg, amused by McKenzie's vitriolic attack on The Pleasure Palace. He'd heard it all before. Perversion, depravity, debauchery ... the pious preacher's favorite words. What amused Kramer most was knowing that Silas McKenzie was blustering his way into a trap. When it sprang shut, it would stun the pious old hypocrite and shock him more than anything Rod could do with his sexy young wife.
Ellie thought nothing of his bemused grin. Rod had always enjoyed restraining her, using his superior strength to bind her helpless in one way or another. It made his cock throb.
He pushed buttons and the bed mechanism whirred, the mattress pulling flat once again. Gears churned at the four corners, taking up slack in the chains that bound Ellie on her back with arms and legs spread like the points of a star.
Silas was still ranting on the screen over her head, saying that his moral crusade would close The Pleasure Palace, but Ellie wasn't listening to a word he said. Or watching either. Her anxious green eyes followed Rod Kramer's stiff cock. She hungered for a good hot fuck with a strong man.
He turned the TV sound down so they wouldn't have to listen to any more distracting prattle, but he left the image on the screen so Ellie could see her husband's wrathful glare whenever she looked up.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked.
"No, I'm not. You're going to amuse the owners of The Pleasure Palace. They asked me to arrange a meeting with the parson's wife."
"The owners? I don't understand."
The door to the luxurious suite clicked open and a tall, stately beauty with coal-black hair strode into the room.
She wore black high-heeled cavalier boots that reached halfway up her thighs. A studded belt circled her slender waist. A black leather bra accented the thrust of her firm, sharp-peaked tits. Her dark nipples protruded through openings in the supple leather cups.
A black bandit's mask covered the upper half of her face. Menacing dark eyes leered through the slits. Ellie had never seen a more ominous figure in her whole life. The sinister beauty smiled down at her, holding a braided black leather bull whip coiled in her gloved hand.
Ellie cowered on the bed, squirming uncomfortably on the elegant fur spread.
"Wha . . . what do you want with me?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"I want to give you new kinds of pleasure." The masked woman let the long whip uncoil.
The black gloves she wore had flaring gauntlets that reached almost to her elbows.
Ellie winced and turned to Rod, her wide green eyes pleading with him. "Who is she? Why are you doing this to me?"
"You don't recognize me, Elmira? It hasn't been that long since we were in high school together.
"Sylvia!" She spoke the name with a gasp of complete shock. "Sylvia McKenzie! Silas' daughter!"
"Yes, the one he whipped black and blue for going to the graduation dance. I'm also the 'Syl' in the Sylmar Corporation. My husband, Mark Temple, is the other half of the team."
A tall, dark-haired man about thirty walked into the room. He wore Roman-style sandals that were laced with criss-crossing thongs on his muscular calves. Something like a studded leather jock strap circled his lean, athletic waist. But there was a round opening in the pouch that allowed his long thick cock to hang out.
His prick was the largest Ellie had ever seen, and his cock wasn't even hard yet. He wore a short leather vest not large enough to cover his brawny and hairless chest. Rippling muscles bulged and gleamed with strength.
"Whipping Sylvia wasn't all Silas did that night," Mark said. "He got so riled that he fucked her. Your pious husband, her father, was the first to put a stiff cock into my gorgeous wife."
"Ooooh, dear God! I had no idea-"
"It's not something I wanted to spread around town," Sylvia said. "For my sake, not his. I was too stunned and shamed to enjoy sex for a year after that. And I've been plotting revenge ever since."
Sylvia flashed a mirthless grin. Her long right arm twitched anxiously and the braided whip swirled on the floor at her feet. To Ellie it looked as sinister as a snake.
"I had nothing to do with that!" she cried. "Why take it out on me?"
"You just blundered into the trap Mark and I planned for the righteous Reverend McKenzie. Now that you have, our plan should work better and be even more satisfying."
Sylvia's long arm snaked back and the braided lash hissed sharply in the high-ceilinged room. The whip curled and came forward as a blurred streak, slashing down to sting Ellie's soft flesh from splayed crotch to chin.
She yelped and screamed, stung by the pain much worse than the cat-of-nine-tails Silas had used. Above, through tear-streaked eyes, Ellie saw Silas on the TV screen. He shook a scolding finger directly at her.
"We're sending you home to him just the way he sent me away from Plainview . . . whipped hot and freshly fucked!"
"Oooh, nnnooo!" The long, stinging lash struck again. Ellie screamed and howled, writhing desperately in restraint. The tight front of her shrunken maid's uniform split, and Ellie fully expected her exposed flesh to be torn next.
Sylvia wielded the lash expertly. "My father introduced me to bondage, pain and sex, but I've grown and gone on a long ways since then."
She lashed Ellie's ripe body first on the left side, then on the right. Strained satin over Ellie's lush tits burst on both sides. Smarting pain burned into her chest. Ellie convulsed with a wail of torment, clanking the chains and chafing her wrists in binding leather bracelets. Her generous nipples and creamy smooth tit flesh bulged through tears in the sleek black cloth. Sylvia deftly lashed one nipple and then the other with the snapping tip of the whip.
Pain like two fiery daggers stabbed into Elbe's tits. Her smarting nipples burned with pain that left her too numbed to scream. Blazing welts striped her heaving belly, each one patterned distinctively like the braided whip.
"Silas should have no trouble recognizing those welts. This is the whip he used on me and it's braided not quite like any other."
Ellie moaned, her body racked with pain. Each hissing stroke of the lash ripped more of her fragile maid's dress. The fabric tore with a shrieking sound and the split widened, exposing more naked flesh when Ellie thrashed and squirmed in seething distress.
Sylvia took special delight in whipping Ellie's pussy mound. That brought the sharpest response. Spasms of pain made her sleek cunt writhe in a frenzy. The pungent tang of simmering cunt honey mixed with the salty scent of sweat.
Ellie cried, "Enough! Please, Sylvia ... let Mark fuck me now if that's to be part of your revenge."
"I never thought I would hear prudish little Elmira begging to be fucked," Sylvia said wryly. "But then I learned from Rod how much you really like it."
"That singles bar I used to manage was Sylmar's first business enterprise," Rod chimed in. "Sylvia knew you were working there because she checked the payroll."
"And I knew Rod was fucking you on a regular basis," Sylvia went on. "I almost laughed myself sick when my father arranged your marriage, thinking he was getting a sweet little virgin as his bride."
Ellie moaned despairingly, certain now that all the secrets of her past life would become known. She dreaded to think what Silas would do when he discovered that she'd deceived him from the start.
"She's all teary-eyed like I was that night when father fucked me," Sylvia said with a gleeful grin. "Go ahead, Mark. Ball her brains out. I can't wait to see your big cock sink into the cunt Silas thinks is all his."
Watching his tall stunning wife whip another woman's pussy hot and wet for him made Mark Temple's enormous cock swell outrageously hard.
He climbed up on the bed between her bound legs and smiled down at his captive's pretty face.
"How can your wife stand to watch?" she sobbed as he fucked his stiff cock through a tear in her dress and into the buttery soft cleft of her tawny-haired cunt.
"She enjoys watching me fuck another woman just as much as I enjoy watching her fuck another man. We have that kind of open relationship."
"Ooooh, Jesus!"
"We find that to be less shameful than my father's brand of pious hypocrisy. And yours!" Sylvia added sharply. "Stick it in her, Mark. I want to hear Elmira scream. I love the sound of her tortured wails."
He arched above her with the pulsing head of his massive cock poised between the quivering lips of her juicy pussy slit. He lunged, filling her whipped pussy with more cock than she had ever felt before. Elbe moaned and gasped, her head tossing spastically.
She wrenched under his driving weight, straining the leather cuffs strapped around her wrists and ankles. They chafed her skin.
She groaned, sucking in breath as Mark's powerful body arched again for another thrust. Her cunt was wringing his cock as he withdrew.
Mark fondled her beautiful big tits, sucking one nipple and then the other as his head swayed from side to side. His hammering loins fucked over a foot of stiff cock relentlessly in and out.
Ellie suffered and groaned under each demanding thrust. He seemed determined to split her cunt with his enormous prick. Mark drove and twisted his cock into her.
"You can tell Silas I don't care much that he fucked my wife. Not now that I've fucked his." Mark grinned and kept fucking into her.
"Ungh! Aaagh! Hhhooo," Ellie cried. He was being deliberately rough, enjoying her anguished sobs and rasping grunts.
After the sharp, stinging hot pain of a severe whipping, she found pleasure even in that.
Sylvia's lewd grin curved wider as Ellie's bucking hips showed the fevered passion of her long-frustrated desire. Revenge was sweeter than she had ever dreamed. By the time they finished with her, Elmira McKenzie would be more a lewd wanton than any pious hypocrite could possibly cope with.