That was more than enough for the tortured woman. Ellen's fingers curled until her nails broke against her sweaty palms, her spine arching and holding her like a bridge aver the bench while a steady rush of air escaped from between her parted lips. She stared wildly at the ceiling, feeling the hot, prickly bite of climax start to tear at her cunt.
In another second, her orgasm erupted, the woman helpless to control the jerking and buckling in her cunt. She cried out finally, her gurgling screams betraying the sensations scorching her cunt like acid. She shuddered and jerked against her bonds, her obvious pleasure driving Reverend Davis wild.
"Yess!" she hissed.
As she shuddered and twitched, Reverend Davis would no longer stand the sight of the beautiful woman suspended this way. He turned the power on all the way, watching Ellen's face as she wriggled maddeningly over the bench, a twisting, bucking beauty.
"Whore!" the preacher shouted.
With a rapid hand movement, he shut the generator down. Ellen felt the current suddenly stop. But the awesome power of her awn body was in full control now, her muscles still jerking while her climax continued to hold her in its grip. Reverend Davis cursed, nearly knocking the generator over as he rushed toward her feet and quickly unbuckled her ankles from the wall restraints. Ellen could feel her legs fall down, but still she screamed and twisted, bucking her ass up more freely now while flailing the air with her newly freed legs.
"Bitch! I'll drive the devil from you, whore! You won't go back to your husband without this being done!"
Ellen fell him tear the pincers free of her tits, pulling the last wire from her ass while opening the leather straps holding her wrists. Ellen cried out, her screams turning foul and obscene. Reeling back, Reverend Davis brought down his right hand across her face, his knuckles bruising her cheek while her teeth rattled from the force of the blow. Her tits burned even more while her cunt pinched down, the cunt-walls rubbing itchily against one another.
Reverend Davis kept slapping her, his hand finally knocking the rutting woman from the bench. Ellen rolled to one side, her legs kicking out as she fell with a dull thud to the floor. She jerked her knees up into a fetal position, drawing her hands over them while hiding her head from the shouting man.
He swore, reaching down and rolling her back onto her ass. He pushed her shoulders against the floor, spreading her legs apart with one knee while settling between her thighs. He spread her pussy-lips apart with one hand, using his other to reopen his zipper and pull out his prick. Ellen threw back her head and laughed maniacally, wondering if indeed Satan was possessing both of them!
She threw her shoulders once more against the floor, feeling a hot, heavy weight pressing against her swollen, hot, juice-slicked pussy. Reverend Davis was pinching her sore nipples with both hands, the weight of his prone body pressing his stiff cock into her. She tried to draw back, but he held her tightly, pinning her with his prick.
She was impaled by this man rod, being fucked by him while her body still rung like a struck bell from the electrical torture. She retched, feeling more pain as Reverend Davis pummeled her cunt with his prick. He was drooling, looking down at her with wild, savage eyes. He held her fast, his hands squeezing her tits, kneading and molding them until she thought he would tear them from her heaving chest. The bruised, itching force of her climax spread more now surging through her body while every inch of her flesh sang with unholy delight.
The ferocity of her orgasm reached a new height, nearly knocking the attractive woman unconscious as she fucked with the reverend on the basement floor.
"Uh! Uhgh! Uhhhhh!"
The electricity had done it! All that pain, all that itching delight had made her so hot that someone as inadequate as the reverend could make her feel as if one of the Crenshaw studs were fucking her.
Ellen cringed, realizing that the man above her hated her and loathed what she represented, but he was still unable to tear himself from her. He was ramming her cunt roughly, staring down at her wildly and enjoying the barbaric assault.
Lust boiled in her cunt, her clit stung by another wave of climax. She clenched her teeth, turning her head away while strings of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth. She couldn't help herself! Another burst of delight exploded through her pussy, making her arch her spine and rub her belly against the reverend's. He saw this and laughed at her, raising one hand from her bruised tits and slapping her across the face until she screamed back at him. The bruising, ramming attack of his prick tore at her clit in an endless attack as he fucked her cunt.
"You little slut!" he howled, throwing his head back and shaking the sweat from his face. "I'll teach you to do this! I'll teach you to tempt a man of God! You won't ever try this again!"
Ellen embraced him like a lover, closing her thighs and clutching him tightly to her cunt with her legs. She couldn't control her climax. Her clit exploded while she held his body more greedily. Her body felt as if it were being stung with fiery needles over every square inch while her clit boiled over. And her cock-stuffed pussy ached and throbbed.
Her hips whipped feverishly from side to side, churning her pussy on his prick. Reverend Davis was grunting, his hands flailing away at her face. He cried out, fucking in all the way and keeping his prick there while his body started to jerk against hers.
He was cumming!
She could feel his hot cock-cream spattering against her cuntal walls. It was like a soothing balm that began to ease the hot itch tearing at her pussy. Ellen sighed, rolling her thighs up and drinking in the sensation of having her cunt filled with his cock-meat. Her pussy continued to tremble and clutch at the minister's prick while she sobbed. Finally he quieted, his hands smoothing over her hot, slick body. Ellen bit down on her lower lip, feeling a warm glow wash over her skin while her cunt slackened around his cock. It was all over – at least for now.
Would the reverend believe he had driven the devil from her? He certainly had done something for her, but it hardly had to do with an exorcism, Ellen thought ironically.
She watched as he stood up unsteadily, pulling his wrinkled trousers up around his hips and buckling them, then looking a bit guiltily at the device from which Ellen had fallen. The straps lay open invitingly, something that made the woman shiver with both fear and a kind of perverse wish she could be back on the bench once more. He moved a few feet toward her then stopped, covering his mouth with a fist and coughing lightly.
"You still have the devil in you, sister," he said, his voice far softer than it had been. "We have to meet again. We have to keep trying to reclaim your soul."
Ellen lay quietly on the floor, looking up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Reverend Davis drew himself up as if that stare accused him of things he would rather not think of. His face growing darker, the man nudged her with the toe of his shoe. She cringed away with a whimper drawing her hands over her tits while drawing her legs together. Instinctively his thick lips curled into a sardonic smile, one the reverend quickly fought back and shook his head.
"I will save you, sister. I will make sure that you return to the flock, even if it costs me my own soul."
When he climbed the stairs. Ellen pulled herself up from the floor, gathering up her ripped dress and panties and wondering how on earth she was going to drive from Hyatsville back to her husband's parsonage.