He picked up the camera. 'More pictures, baby?'
'Anything,' Kim moaned, horrified at herself. 'Anything at all.'
Max grinned and opened a drawer in the sideboard. She watched, fascinated, as he took a long, slender candle out. He vanished into the kitchen for a moment and came back with a can of shortening and a pair of scissors.
He carefully trimmed the wick off the end of the candle so the smooth point was neat and clean. Then, in front of her horrified, fascinated eyes, he slowly greased the candle with shortening. With a shudder, she realized what he had planned for that long, slender shaft, and she felt her innards coil tight.
When he took one of the crystal candle-holders, she was puzzled. She watched as he carefully got a length of rope and tied it to the candlestick so there were two long free ends. Then he inserted the candle in the holder.
She lifted her head and looked down between her thrusting breasts, past her golden muff, between her straining thighs. Max stood at her ass. She whimpered as he aimed the taper at her asshole.
The touch of the greasy wax shaft against her bung sent a surge of pleasure ripping through her. The daunty point penetrated her asshole easily, triggered a searing itch in her guts as her sphincter gripped the invader. As she fell the candle slowly slide up into her rear, she let her head thump back down on the table. She felt her asshole wedging open, felt aching pressure from the hard foreign object in her dirt tunnel. She felt his cunt gush with lust as she was slowly buggered by the ivory wax drill.
Max's lust was soaring as he fucked the stick up his wife's rear. The sight of the creamy candle sliding into her butt made his cock hard. As he drove the taper in slowly, his eyes fucked from her violated rear to her lust- mad features. He could see her muscle ring spasming and winking as he slowly reamed her with the cool tool. Her ass-cheeks were flexing and jerking and quivering. The muscles on the insides of her thighs were jumping and twitching.
He managed to stop when five inches of the candle was jammed into her rear. Carefully, he let her asshole take the weight of the butt end of the candle and the lightweight holder. When he took his hand away, the candle bobbed slightly from the spasming of her gut, then began to creep out of her hole as her rectum went into shit convulsions.
He had expected it, and he used the ropes to hold the candle in place. He looped the free ends around her thighs and knotted them. The sight of the wax shaft in her rear made his cock drip hornily. He reached for the camera as Kim let out a soft, gut-tearing moan of desire.
It looked like she had a tower up her rear as he focused on the violation. A shot from a three-quarter angle showed her asshole pinching the unyielding wax shaft. It also showed her hairy pussy, a flash of her boobs, and the lust and agony on her face.
'Oh, God, Max, what have you done to me?' Kim moaned. 'I keep trying not to… to stilt it out, but I want to shit it out. But I can't, and I'm glad because I don't really want to.'
Max stopped focusing the camera. 'You want it out?' he asked.
Kim whimpered. 'I don't, but my… my insides do,' she answered.
'You like it, baby?' he asked.
Kim nodded. 'Oh, Max, I love it so when you do these awful things to me. Don't ever stop. Don't ever stop!'
'I won't,' he promised.
He moved back and focused on his wife. She was doubled up, tied and spread open. The candle hung obscenely from her crapper. The ropes holding the taper in her were plainly visible to the eye of the camera. He wondered what Bob and Eva would say when they saw this one.
He moved in for a close-up of her stilt-gate from inches away. He framed the creamy globes of her ass carefully, centered the sphincter clutching the ivory cylinder.
Kim couldn't believe how horny she was. The ropes digging into her were one stimulus, the candle up her rear was another, and the thought of how lewd her position was yet another. Her cunt was a seething, spasming swamp of lust as she lay on her back on the hard dining-room table. The fact that her husband was taking close- up pictures of the most secret parts of her added to her horniness.
She thought of Bob and Eva seeing pictures of her like this and her insides squirmed. God, she wouldn't have any secrets at all if Max brought out an album. She might as well parade naked for them after something like that.
The thought was enough to put her over the edge. With a soft groan, she felt her cumming fireball, mushroom up through her guts. She felt her crapper wink against the hard pseudo-cock glutting it. She felt Max doing things to her pussy, felt some monstrous bulk being wedged into her clutching, spasming cunt, and her cumming flamed hotter. She was grunting like a pig as he violated her twat with an oversize tool.
Max was slowly screwing the pepper mill into her gasping slit. He had left the candle in place. He parted her cunt lips and nestled the blunt, rounded head of the pepper grinder in her hot pink pussy. With a slow rocking, twisting motion, he drove the wooden shaft into her cunt.
He heard her grunting. He knew she was cumming as he screwed the pepper mill up into her snatch. His cock throbbed and dripped. He kept promising himself that in a few minutes he was going to ram his aching hard- on where one of those artificial dorks was located.
He was looking forward to letting Bob and Eva in on Kim's enslavement. He was certain it would have quite an effect on both of them. It should make for a very interesting evening.
He snapped a picture. It showed Kim with the pepper mill protruding from her snatch, and the candle jutting from her shitter. She looked like a carnal pincushion. The tendons in her neck were rigid with her muscle-knotting cumming. She had yanked her legs still wider apart, as if she wanted to split herself in two. She had been reduced to a sexual animal by the double shafting he had given her.
Just as he set the camera aside, he saw her go limp as her orgasm faded. She shuddered a few times, sobbed as the aftershock rumbled through her. Her glutted asshole winked around the candle jamming it. He was sure she was trying to get rid of the invader. Untying the ropes holding it in her asshole was all it took. Her internal contractions shot the soiled candle out of her asshole. Driven by the less-powerful contractions of that tube, the pepper mill was easing its way out of her cunt.
Max took the two instruments of torment and balanced them on her stomach. Then he snapped a photo of them. One pseudo-dark was gleaming with her cunt-juice, the other was brown with her crap. He saw her lift her head to see them, and he got a picture of her lust-ravaged face behind the two tall spears that had so recently been inserted into her guts.
'Oh, Max,' Kim whispered. 'I'm so awful.'
'You're great, baby,' he countered.
'I… I need to… go potty, Max,' Kim whimpered.
'Sure, baby,' Max agreed, feeling a hot surge of horniness.
'Untie me?' she begged.
Max shook his head. 'No,' he answered bluntly. 'But don't go away.' He went and got a basin.
'In here, baby,' he ordered, showing her the enamel bowl, 'right here, and right now.'
'Oh, Max, noooo!' Kim whimpered miserably.
Max dragged her down until her rear hung over the end of the table. He held the basin under her butt. 'Come on, baby,' he urged, wishing he could catch this on film.
'Oh, God,' Kim whimpered as the yellow gush erupted from her golden-fringed slit. The hot fluid surged over her mound, streamed down between her thighs, and poured into the basin. She moaned with disgust as she emptied her bladder.
Max's cock was a throbbing bar of desire as he carried the basin to the bathroom and dumped it. Grabbing some toilet paper, he returned, and wiped his wife's pussy. The stroking of her sodden snatch made her jump and shudder. She was still hot as a pistol. His cock was as ready as it was ever going to be.
Max gripped his dick and contemplated the openings available. Kim sensed him standing at her rear. She lifted painfully to look at him between her gaping thighs. As she watched, Max took some of the shortening he had used on the candle, and spread it over his aching hard-on. The grease softened and flowed over her hot bar.
Then he set the tip of his dick on her bung. Her head thumped back down on the table. The moan she emitted made his blood boil. The sight of his cock at her tailgate brought a sizzling flood from his balls, and a
