'Yeah, you'd say that, you who were the expert at manipulating me. Promise the kid a little pussy and you knew he'd do anything. You had me jumping through hoops at the drop of a hat. No more, bitch, no more! Got that?'
'So you are going to force sex on me, is that it?'
'Just like you were doing, but I'm doing it my way. You were a cockteaser. You'd promise and show me enough to get me all hot, then pull it back. Until you got what you wanted. That's not my style.'
'Your style is rape.'
'If you want to call it that. All my cards are on the table. You can see the way I'm gonna operate and if you don't like it, tough shit.'
He reached out and grabbed her leg to pull her cunt wide open for his driving cock once again. She didn't know whether to cry with relief that he still cared or to cry from the pain ripping through her body, starting in her strained pussy.
She decided to simply cry and to hell with the reason.
CHAPTER NINE
'I figure you'd make a right pretty picture if I had you tied up over a straight-backed chair. That ass of yours would wiggle up in the air and look so nice I couldn't help but want to fuck it.'
'Go to hell.'
'I bet you'd like to send me back there. Yeah, baby, send me back. I been there. I'm just figuring out how to discover heaven on this fucking planet. And by God, I'm gonna take what's rightfully mine.'
'By raping me.'
'Call it what you want, slut.'
He took the leg he held so firmly by the ankle and yanked. She cried out as a lance of white-hot pain shot up into her cunt. He was bending her all out of shape and enjoying the play of her muscles as he did so.
'I like this. See the way your ass tightens up when I jerk your leg around?'
She felt a stab into her ass as he bent her leg to one side. This she could do without. But it was still getting to her. She didn't understand what it was about being abused like this that made her get so hot to fuck. She wanted that huge prick of his more than ever.
'I'm gonna tie you down. My cock needs some action and you're gonna provide it for me. Aren't you, slut?'
'You can go to hell, you bastard!' She didn't have to act much to get the words out. She halfway felt that way. He was making her feel pain. That wasn't right.
'That cunt of yours looks mighty empty,' he said in a quiet voice. She wasn't able to turn her head and see him. The way her hands were bound kept her from turning around on the table top.
'Yes, oh yes!' she moaned. 'Fill me up! I need you!'
'The hell you do,' he flared. 'You're still trying to use me. You think I'll shut up and be content if you offer me a little cunt. No more, baby, no more!'
He came around the table and she saw what he was holding in his hand. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
'I'll fill your cunt for you. All the way. With this candle!'
She cried out in pain as he rammed the thick wax candle into her pussy-lips. She felt the thick wax began to flow a little as he twisted and reamed it into her twat. As it stretched her inner membrane to the breaking point, she passed out.
When she came to, there was incredible pain in her belly and it was all radiating out from her cunt. She was filled all right, filled with a candle.
'So you're back, eh?'
'Words can't describe you, you motherfucker!'
'Words can describe you, my dear. You've always had a hot bush. And ifs gonna get hotter.'
He pulled out a cigarette lighter and flicked it. The butane flame looked six inches high as he approached her.
'You can't burn me! You can't!'
'You? Hardly. The candle. The candle is going to show you what it's like to burn at both ends!'
She tried to close her legs, to keep him away from her tender pussy-lips. She found that he'd tightly bound her legs to the table while she'd been unconscious. There was no way she could possibly keep that dancing flame away from her bush.
She felt the hot caress of the flame and then nothing. But by straining, she could see he had lit the wick of the candle protruding from her cunt. And, as it burned, the flame came closer and closer to her twat.
'Go on and watch. You're going to enjoy this. Want to suck my cock to keep your mind off the fire getting closer and closer to this?'
His fingers lightly caressed her clit. The surge of delight that arced into her body startled her. She hadn't been expecting anything of the sort to happen.
He laughed and it was a cruel laugh. He held his rigid prick and moved it closer to her lips. In a soft whisper, he said, 'Suck on my prick. Go on, you stupid bitch!'
Her body hurt with an intensity she hadn't thought possible. The candle crammed up her twat was ripping her apart. She thought she could feel the beginning flow of sluggish blood. Or it might have been melting wax from the huge candle. She couldn't tell the difference. It didn't matter one way or the other.
She hurt.
And the warmth of the burning candle was slowly turning into heat. And that heat would rapidly sear her tender cunt-lips. She couldn't stir around to snuff it out. She would have to let it burn her pussy-lips, char her fleecy cunt fur and even allow the flame to sear her inner legs.
The hot wax running from the candle was making her legs feel like they had blisters all over them. Her soft, tender, yielding thighs were quivering with every light touch of the hot wax. It wouldn't be long before she went out of her mind with fear and pain.
And he wanted her to suck on his cock!
It brushed across her lips. This ignited all the old desires in her body. She wasn't able to deny that she wanted that cock resting nicely between her lips so she could suck on it.
But not now!
Not with a flame working closer and closer to her cunt. Not when she might find her pussy fur set on fire. Not when the man was torturing her in the most diabolical way imaginable!
Not now!
But he was insistent. His prick forced her lips apart. He laid the throbbing length along the woman's lips and then began stroking back and forth in a sensuous, slow motion.
'If… if I suck on it, will you put the candle out?'
'No bargains. You're trying to use sex as a weapon against me. I don't give a damn if you have a headache or not. Suck my cock!'
Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to move sensually along the turgid prick. He smiled. He'd won and she knew it. He yanked his cock from her mouth and laughed harshly.
'I win this round… I want my cock in something a bit more to my liking. Like that asshole of yours!'
'The candle!' she moaned. She could feel the heat growing. The tender pussy-lips were cringing from the searing flame inching closer. She wished she could put it out. It was blistering her delicate cunt-lips, making her entire body shudder in reaction.
'I'll put it out when I feel like it,' he told her calmly. 'I've got to arrange that chair I mentioned. Tying you up on its back and then fucking that sweet ass of yours sounds like just what the doctor ordered.'
As the tip of the flame touched her pussy fur, she screamed and kept screaming. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. The flame licked and caressed her soft flesh until it singed. She could smell the heavy odor of burning flesh – her flesh.
