her asshole around his prick. He fucked into the tightest hole imaginable. She was crushing him flat with her ass grip.
And the candle he stroked against her thin inner membrane threatened to rob him prematurely of his excited pleasure. It touched and moved against the most sensitive portion of his cock.
He had to fight down the creamy tide of his pearly come. He wanted to fully enjoy. Nothing less would do. Her asshole was convulsing around him like a cunt in the throes of orgasm.
Vaguely, he realized she was coming. She'd gotten off in a big way on his butt-fucking. And being tied up. And the pain. And the humiliation. She'd gotten off on all those things.
He fucked faster.
He had to feel his come spurting from his prick. The emotional and physical release was all that counted now.
His come. His pleasure. HIS!
The white-hot fountain of his jism splattered into her clutching asshole. Gallon after gallon of his jizz gushed in and he felt himself propelled into a vastly better world.
Then it was all over. His prick was limp. He watched as a tiny stream of his jism leaked from her well- fucked asshole. It dribbled out and down onto the candle still protruding from her cunt there, the thick white cream mixed with the thinner fuck fluids that had leaked from her pussy.
He took a step back and surveyed the scene. She was bent double over the back of the chair. The wooden back cut mercilessly into her belly. She was panting for breath. He didn't care if it was the chair or her orgasm that had robbed her lungs of the precious oxygen. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.
He decided this was enough for him. For the moment.
'I'll be back. Don't go away,' he told the bound woman.
'You cocksucker, you Goddamn cocksucker!' she moaned. But it was to an empty room. He'd left her tied and hurting and waiting for his return.
Oh, how she was waiting for his return!
CHAPTER TEN
Diane must have hung over the chair's back for an hour. The wood cut into her stomach and left a red welt two inches wide. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. It was as if someone had sandpapered her throat and then forced napalm down her windpipe.
Her tits were even hurting and he hadn't touched them. In the bent-double position, all the blood drained down into them. This made them expand and throb with a life that she hardly felt except when she was sexually aroused.
She kept telling herself she wasn't feeling the least bit aroused over what Matt had done to her. How could she?
He'd tied and raped her. The man was being as brutal as a human could be. He had thrust a candle up her cunt and then lighted it, letting it burn her pussy-lips.
And that had only been the beginning. The way he'd tied her to the chair insured she wasn't going to escape. Her fingers were completely numb. Even if her hands were untied, she wouldn't be able to grasp anything. She would still be helpless for a long time.
Cursing under her breath didn't help. If anything, it added to her frustration. It told her exactly how helpless she was. No matter what the man planned, she was at his mercy. Completely at his mercy. No small whim need be ignored now that he had her a slave.
She'd been thinking about divorce. The thrill had gone out of their sex because she'd found him too easy to dominate. All she had to do was keep the cock hard and the pussy scarce and he'd do anything for her. But he'd caught on after a few days. And she realized that she loved him more now than before.
In spite of all he'd done, she loved him. No man who couldn't dominate her was worthy of her love. But why did he have to hurt her so; she actually was suffering!
She heard the click-click of his heels coming into the room. She turned her head and managed to see his feet. The muscles in the back of her neck refused to obey her command to lift her head. With her forehead pressed into the seat of the chair, her line of sight was severely limited.
As limited as her movement were by the ropes binding her to the chair.
'I'd have thought you could have gotten free by now. I'm disappointed in you,' he said.
She didn't answer. What could she say?
'So you're sulking. My, my, we can't have that, can we? Let's all be friends, at least. And more. Yes, definitely, let's be more than simply friends.'
'Fuck off,' she managed to say.
'Not a bad idea. But my poor cock needs some reviving. I think it would be very nice if you'd do the honors. By sucking my cock back to life.'
He kicked out and the chair fell over, taking her with it. She gasped in pain as she slammed hard on the floor. From this position, she could see him perfectly. He towered over her, his limp prick hanging from his pants. His cock was still flecked with white from his prior butt-fucking.
'Like what you see?'
'I hope you fry in hell.'
'Not, likely. But I'll put you through hell unless you obey my every command!'
He came to her and rapidly untied her bonds. She thought she would feel relief when those ropes were loosened. She felt nothing but pain. The returning circulation was worse than the lack had been.
She had to cry out in pain and rage. She wanted to take those fingers and claw at him, scratch his eyes out. She could barely flex her fingers.
Before she regained the use of her hands, he had them tied once again, this time behind her back. He stripped off the ropes around her ankles and immediately retied them together, then lashed ankles to wrists so that she was held in a permanent kneeling position.
'On your knees, slut, and suck my cock.'
She was still on her side. She didn't want to obey. The candle in her cunt was shooting lances of stark pain into her cunt. From there it blasted hard into her belly and spread like wildfire into the rest of her body. Simply breathing was still the utmost agony for her. The time she'd spent tied over the back of the chair had taken its toll on her stamina and determination.
'On your knees and suck cock!'
His roar made her ears ring. She watched as he pulled the cigarette lighter from his pocket. A quick flick had sent the six-inch pillar of flame shooting towards the ceiling. His face was outlined and it looked more like a skull's head than anything human.
'I'll light the candle again. And with the wick so close to your pussy mound, I might miss. Just a little, you know. But how would you like to smell your own cunt on fire, burning away and you unable to do anything but piss in fright to put it out?'
'I… I'd do anything to stop that!'
'On your knees, then. And call me Master like a good slave should.'
'Yes – Master!' Her eyes refused to leave the flame dancing from the top of the lighter. If he decided to apply that to the candle still shoved painfully deep into her pussy, she would faint. The pain on her cunt-lips would assure that.
She vowed to avoid the lighter at all costs. Even if it meant degrading herself by getting to her knees and doing as her master bid her.
'Faster! Faster or you'll feel this!'
He snapped the lighter to flame once again. She struggled, her muscles complaining bitterly of the exertion. Managing to get her knees under her, she rocked forward. This brought her to a kneeling position. With her wrists and ankles tied together the way they were, she couldn't straighten up the way she wanted. It was impossible for her to move forward.
