Chapter 7
Mark Temple slowed the beat of his cock thrusts when Ellie began to gasp and moan, arching her back as high as the four restraining strands of steel chain would allow.
He tantalized her with long, smooth gliding fuck-strokes. He kissed her bulging tits, pulling softly with circled lips while his tongue spiraled around her generous nipples.
Elbe sighed, forgetting the sting of the braided lash and the heat of pain that still jangled her nerves. Mark was an incredibly talented fucker when he wanted to be. He delighted her with sucking kisses, thrusting his tongue in to twine with hers.
His hot breaths rattled her senses when he nibbled and tongue-probed the pink hollow of her ear. And, all that time, his massive cock kept fucking smoothly in and out of her pussy.
She clenched and rippled her cunt muscles, surrounding his deep-sinking cockshaft with swirling pleasure.
"You like being filled with hot throbbing cock, don't you?"
"Yes! Oooh, yes! I love it. I can't get enough. Rod taught me, but Silas would never give me "I'm going to give it to you, baby. I'm going to give you all that your pussy has ever dreamed about."
"Do it, Mark. Make my dreams come true. This is The Pleasure Palace. This is where it should happen."
"And it will. You'll want to come back here again and again." His voice had the same hypnotic charm as his gliding cock thrusts.
Ellie purred like a she-cat in heat, rasping sounds that rolled like distant thunder from her inner depths. Mark's enormous cock was no longer a fearsome instrument of stark terror. His prick was a deep-reaching magic wand that sparked rapturous waves of lewd delight in places never touched before.
"You are going to come back to The Pleasure Palace, and you are going to bring Silas with you," Mark said, filling her cunt with another slow push of his massive cock.
"Hhhooo, not Silas. He's never thrilled me like this. I want you, or Rod, or anyone but him." The preacher's glaring face and shaking fist still dominated the ceiling TV screen above her head.
"It's Sylvia who wants him," Mark explained, playfully nibbling her ear. "He launched her new life, and she wants him to know how far it's gone."
Ellie smirked and restrained a giggle of lewd delight. "I would like to see that, but Silas won't ever come here. Not now. Not after launching his new crusade."
"You'll find a way to persuade him," Mark said. "You're his wife, like it or not. For better or worse. Don't you want to see him feeling better? Free of guilt and smothering hypocrisy?"
"That would be a relief for us both," she had to admit.
"Then you'll find a way. We're all counting on you, Ellie. Just as you're counting on me to deliver the climax your body demands."
"Yes, and I need that now. Make me cum, Mark. Fuck me! Ooooh, God . . . give me the best climax of my life!"
He grinned and fucked his cock into her slithering pussy, whirling her nipples as their lips sealed in a kiss. Ellie extended her tongue and he sucked hard on it just as his cock fired.
"Mumph," she groaned, stung by the force of his volcanic blast. Jetting spurts of spunk heated the walls of her pussy. Elbe gurgled and moaned, her tongue still trapped by the powerful suction of his bps.
Slick with cum, Mark's cock fucked faster, drilling and reaming her cunt. Orgasmic contractions gripped his greased cock, milking and sucking, begging his balls for more.
Ellie's hands balled into fists drawn tight by raging pleasure. Her chains strained tight. Her toes curled as her back arched, and an explosive cry of wild delight blew their sucking lips apart.
"Hhhooo," she moaned when her wild rapture reached its peak and her dazzled mind plunged downward into the eerie bliss of complete relief.
Mark Temple took deep, measured breaths. He enjoyed the lingering pulses in her sleek cunt, even when they had faded into weary contentment.
"Now it's my turn!" Sylvia said. "I want to suck your jism from her cunt."
Mark eased back with a smile, slowly withdrawing his weakened prick. "You'll love Sylvia's tongue," he promised. "She's the absolute master of cunt sucking."
Sylvia grinned and triggered the control panel to arch the bed high under Ellie's ass. That tilted Elbe's splayed cunt toward the ceiling and the wrathful image of her husband replayed for the third or fourth time.
Ellie winced and hissed a cry of pain. Arching her back put additional strain on the leather bands circling her wrists and ankles. Her joints ached and her muscles strained, but the middle of the bed continued to rise until her spread cunt was three feet higher than her head and feet.
She moaned, bound and arched backward, the steel chains so tight now that she could hardly move. Sylvia swung herself astride the gasping parson's wife's pretty face.
Her black-gloved hands burrowed to grasp the creamy full cheeks of Elbe's up-tilted ass. Leather gauntlets pressed against Ellie's sides. Ellie's head tossed wildly between Sylvia's hunched knees.
"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?" Sylvia asked almost sweetly.
"N-n-no, never."
Except for a brief taste of freedom in the city, Elbe's whole life had been bound by her parents' strict and old-fashioned religious beliefs. And never had her yearning for sexual pleasure been more frustrated than when, for the sake of her parents, she agreed to marry Reverend Silas McKenzie.
His stern visage glared down at her now as Sylvia lowered her head, brushing Ellie's spread thighs with her raven hair. She stroked the soft outer lips of Ellie's whipped cunt.
Ellie tensed in apprehension, pained by the slightest touch anywhere the whip had struck. Looking up through tear-streaked eyes, Ellie could no longer see the TV screen. Sylvia's black-furred cunt was over her face.
The once-shy and prudish young parson's wife had never seen another woman's pussy so close. Ellie sighed and felt Sylvia's tongue part the lips of her cunt.
"Ooohhh!" Ellie gasped. "It feels strange!"
"Then do the same thing to me," Sylvia told her.
"P-p-put my tongue in you?"
"You've had your tongue in my mouth," Mark reminded her. "What Sylvia wants isn't a lot different. The taste is stronger, the sensations more exquisite."
Ellie felt torn between guilt and curiosity. Sylvia's cunt was a narrow, taut-lipped slit deeply hidden in a dense tangle of coal-black curls. But Elbe could smell its pungent scent wafting down.
Sylvia wiggled her tongue and found Ellie's clit, a generous nub of moist pink flesh already swollen by the pain of whipping. She caressed Ellie's clit with slow, swirling strokes. Ellie gasped sharply, straining her chained arms and legs as a new kind of heat rushed through her ripe body.
This wasn't nerve-searing pain, it was warm and mind-warping pleasure. Sylvia licked, stroked and sucked Ellie's clit with passionate precision.
"Oooh!" the beauty moaned. "Hhhooo!"
"Suck my cunt, Ellie. It's all right. There's no reason for two women not to share pleasure."
Ellie still had doubts. Silas would no doubt regard lesbian sex as a worse perversion than what Rod and Mark had done to her. But the rich, tangy scent of a cunt so close to her face was compelling. And so was the delightful surging motion she felt in her own pussy. Undulating waves reached out to her leather-bound hands and feet.
She extended her tongue timidly and lightly touched the taut bps hidden in sleek black curls of cunt hair. A sharp taste made her recoil.
"Go on, Ellie. You'll get used to the flavor of cunt. You'll like it even better when it's flooded with cum like yours is now."
Sylvia ran her tongue deep into Ellie's soft pussy. She tasted slick hot jism and hooked it back with a slurping noise.
"Hungh!" Ellie groaned, her body quaking. Sylvia's tongue gave the parson's wife courage. She reached out her tongue again.
Sylvia was getting too hot for just shy licking and sucking. She pressed her cunt bps down on Elbe's mouth and squirmed her hips.
"Suck it," she hissed. "Eat my cunt!"
Elbe's bps trembled beneath silky black pussy curls. It was like a lewd kiss. Her tongue flicked out and burrowed in. She felt Sylvia's black-gloved hands clamp on her ass cheeks and heard her moan.
Twin wet gurgling noises rose from the fur-covered bed. Elbe writhed ecstatically, stung by the intense shocks of pleasure that came from Sylvia's tongue. Each was more stimulating than the one before, like the electronic device when Silas had kept increasing the power.
But this was the sparking heat of pure pleasure, and Ellie soon learned it was as much fun to give as it was to receive. She liked being able to wiggle her tongue and make the lithe-bodied, raven-haired woman gasp and squirm.
Ellie spread her lips wide and sucked hard on Sylvia's cunt slit. That action brought eerie thoughts along with strange new sensations of joy. Silas had once fucked the cunt she was sucking. He'd fucked his cock into his own daughter. Knowing that, why should she feel guilt for anything she'd done?
Ellie attacked Sylvia's cunt with new passion, her mind soaring free as though a great weight had been raised to release her trapped spirit. Sylvia responded with wolfish delight, thrusting and wiggling her tongue deep to lick cum from Ellie's pussy. Ellie matched Sylvia stroke for stroke, learning the technique as she went along.
The contractions in Sylvia's narrow pussy entranced Ellie. They rippled and squeezed Ellie's tongue, pulling as hard as Mark's sucking lips had done. But this tugging sensation was even more thrilling. Ellie had some idea now what a man's cock might feel when fucked into an anxious pussy.
Then Ellie felt a pang of jealousy. Sylvia's cunt was so sleek and taut. Sylvia's pussy moved with tongue-crushing convulsions that made the parson's wife wonder if she could match them.
Ellie tried. She tensed and worked every cunt muscle her mind could control.
"Hhhmmm! Good!" Sylvia cried between wet gulps. "Now your pussy has really come alive! It's pumping Mark's jism into my mouth!"
The spasms left Ellie no breath to reply. She gurgled and kept fucking her tongue into Sylvia, wanting them both to climax at once. Blood hammered in her temples. Elbe felt dizzy, dazed and weak, but that didn't slow her frenzied tongue-fucking. Nothing did until Sylvia's lithe body tensed and a long wail of sensuous joy tore from her bps.
Rod Kramer and Mark Temple watched the two women thrash and squirm in the throes of orgasm, both bitches making lewd noises and rasping sounds. Their cocks swelled hard.
Mark asked Rod, "Do you think the parson's wife will be ready to fuck two cocks at once after this?"
"I think she'll be ready to try." When Sylvia caught her breath and raised her head, she saw them both grinning and stroking their own cocks. "It's not hard to guess what you two have in mind," she said. "And it doesn't involve me, does it?"
"Not this time, sweetheart. Rod and I think the parson's wife is ready for two cocks at once," Mark said.
Ellie was just winding down from her first tongue-fired climax with another woman. She was only vaguely aware of what the others were saying. Then suddenly their meaning sank in.
Her eyes darted between two throbbing cocks. The men were stroking themselves steely hard, both leering and licking their lips, both with eyes locked intently on her.
She shivered.
"Don't be afraid," Mark said. "I know Silas bought a video cassette that showed a girl getting fucked front and back. You've seen it, haven't you?"
"Yes. He played the tape for the Board of Elders as an example of terrible sin."
"But you've learned that what might be sin isn't always so terrible," Sylvia said. "You came here of your own free will seeking pleasure that Reverend McKenzie would not condone."
"Yes, but-"
"And I don't believe that even my clever tongue could satisfy you completely."
"It only made me more horny," Ellie had to admit. Her pussy was still seething inside, quaking with a rampant hunger for cock. "But not two at once."
Rod punched buttons on the panel. Reverend McKenzie's glowering face vanished and in its place Ellie saw the same tape he'd run for the Elders. Rod skipped ahead using the fast-forward control until he came to the scene where the luscious young blonde was being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time.
"It's obvious to me that she enjoys it," Mark said. "Look at the way she's pumping her hips back and forth."
Ellie nodded, but tears still flowed to fill the corners of her green eyes. She remembered the queasy sense of excitement she had felt watching the tape the first time, wondering what it would be like to have two men with such brutal passion both fucking into her at once. Now that she faced that same prospect herself, Ellie felt only wrenching tremors of fear. "No one has ever fucked my ass before!" she cried.
"That's probably true," Rod said. "Elbe and I never got that far. And I'm sure the good parson hasn't even tried."
The two men looked at each other, and it was obvious what question ran through both of then-minds. Which one would get to fuck a ripe and beautiful ass first?
"Since my cock isn't quite as big as yours, it might be better if I take her ass first," Rod said.
"But you had the pleasure of breaking her little cherry," Mark countered. "And I haven't been in virgin territory for quite awhile."
Sylvia said, "Why don't you two flip a coin? Heads or tails?"
They both agreed.
Mark took a dollar coin from a small pocket inside his leather vest. He flipped it toward the mirrored ceiling. "Call it, Rod."
"Tails."
Mark caught the coin and slapped it on the back of his left hand. He uncovered the coin. "Sorry, pal. It's heads. Her luscious ass belongs to me."
Sylvia grinned and tried to soothe Rod's obvious disappointment. "Her sweet pussy isn't a bad prize for second place."
"And then we'll give Sylvia a turn," Mark said graciously. "You can have her ass if you want."
Sylvia flashed a feline grin. "Hurry up, guys . . . I'm already anxious for my turn. The only thing I like better than two cocks at once is having three."
Ellie moaned, sickened by the thought. The casual way this lewd trio discussed sex and tossed a coin to decide her fate was shocking. She began to wonder if Silas had not been right all along. The Pleasure Palace seemed to be a hideous place at the moment.
Sylvia worked the controls. The bed mechanism whirred and lowered away. Elbe felt the strain on her leather-bound wrists and ankles tighten to unbearable tension. She was hanging suspended, supported only by the taut steel chains that bound her limbs.
Mark slid onto the bed and eased beneath her. Elbe breathed a thankful gasp when his hard-muscled frame took some of her dangling weight. But his stiff cock stuck up straight between her spread legs.
His prick was longer by several inches than she was thick through the hips. She had nightmarish visions of him sticking his prick in her ass and coming out the other side.
Sylvia lowered the center section of the bed even more. It fell into a "V" shape and all that supported Ellie's midsection then was the stiff prong of Mark's upraised cock. He maneuvered on his back beneath her until the knobbed tip of his prick pressed into the soft cleft between her creamy ass cheeks.
Elbe trembled, her joints strained by terrible tension, her ass quivering with fear. She could feel the heat of his cock rising to make her bowels wrench.
"We'll make this as easy for you as we can," Sylvia promised. A black-gloved finger touched another button and the middle part of the bed began to rise slowly with a steady purr.
Ellie felt a sharp stab of ass-filling pain as his cock bored in to her from behind. She wrenched and moaned with tears flooding from her green eyes. At the same time, she felt some relief from the joint-wrenching strain of being suspended in chains.
Mark Temple was content to he perfectly still and let the finely tuned machinery under the bed slowly raise his cock into her delicate little ass. The tense spasms he felt were pleasure enough for the moment.
Her wringing ass muscles clenched to expel the painful intrusion of his cock. Elbe wept and tossed her head in despair. His cock burned nerves no man had touched, and his prick strained powerful muscles that had only been used to squeeze out shit before.
That same undulating strength struggled against his cock, delighting him and anguishing her. The relief from joint-wrenching strain wasn't compensation enough for the tormenting pressure that came as his pillar of hard cock-flesh rose relentlessly, pushing deeper and deeper into her tightly constricted asshole.
Elbe sobbed in near hysteria. One cock not all the way in was torture enough, and they had in mind giving her two. If the rooms of The Pleasure Palace hadn't been soundproofed, her agonized cries could have been heard by the pickets still marching outside the main entrance.