"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.
The pain shot into her body like a flaming arrow shot into her cunt.
It was no longer the painful reality she'd come to think was normal.
The flame at the candle's tip was all that mattered to her now. The man wasn't going to put it out, riot even if it was setting her on fire – which it was.
Then her own body came to the rescue. She hated this, she hated it with all the passion locked up in her lusty body. But she was responding in ways she didn't fully understand. She was feeling pain and it was turning her on sexually.
The flow of cunt-juices leaking around the candle put out the flame before it really did any great harm to her.
As the flame sputtered and went out, she collapsed weakly to the table. It had been more of an emotional strain on her than she'd thought. For the first time, she was able to really feel the pain inching into her limbs.
Arms were dead from lack of circulation. He'd fled her down so tightly it would be long minutes after he released her before she could get the blood flowing easily through her wrists again. And her legs were hardly in better condition.
One ankle had been tied to one leg of the table and the other had been bound to the far leg. She was held spread-eagle in a painful stretch that hit directly at her cunt. It wouldn't have taken much to rip her apart all the way to the chin. This was another reason the candle had affected her pussy so much.
He was brutal and forthright. He made his move and then stood behind it without flinching. Torture? Sure, if it suited his purposes. But she wouldn't allow pain to intrude.
Yet a dominant man was so sexy! She got off in a big way on all he was doing, though she could hardly admit it to him or herself.
"The chair's ready," he said. He didn't bother to yank the candle out of her cunt, but then he didn't relight it, either. He said nothing about it. She wondered if he really cared at all that her pussy-lips were still stinging from the flame's searing touch.
She doubted it. He didn't seem to even notice as he pulled her off the table after untying her. She tried to fight him off and found her arms and legs didn't obey her.
The cut-off circulation betrayed her and she fell heavily to the floor, a sobbing heap of woman.
"Get up. Come on and get-up. I'm gonna fuck you good this time."
She writhed on the floor trying to find a position where the candle wasn't ripping at her guts. A man's cock bent a little bit when it went into her cunt all the way. The candle was rigid and didn't bend at all. It was digging into her guts in a way that was designed to give her nothing but sheer pain.
He pulled her to her feet and she almost fell again. Then she felt the sharp edge of the back of the chair shoving into her belly. The candle squired out of her cunt, perhaps two inches. This gave her a surge of relief.
But this time she didn't. She was fully awake from the beginning as he grabbed first one wrist, then the other and tied them to the chair's front legs.
She had trouble breathing. She began moving her feet to find the best position to worm her way off the chair. Suddenly hands pulled hard at her left ankle. She was jerked forward and felt the wood banging into her knee.
That ankle was firmly secured to the chair leg. And then her right ankle was tied down to the other back leg of the chair. She was firmly bent over the back, her ass poking up into the air.
She was helpless, still his prisoner.
If anything, she was in a more painful and degrading position. Her ass was up in the air for his every lewd, obscene attention. The candle still jutted out of her cunt, despite the flood of her fuck fluids. And the way her entire body ached, she didn't know how much more she could stand.
The only relief she had was that her cunt was no longer stretched to the point where she felt delicate tissues tear and rip inside her.
"Don't do this to me!" she begged. Her head flopped around on the seat of the chair, a halo of hair all around her.
"I'll do anything I want! Feel this cunt? Feel it?"
She shuddered as his prick drove between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The huge prick spread her rosy pink ass into two separate globes of firm flesh, then plunged down into the humid canyon to seek out her asshole.
When she felt the huge, knobby crown of his cock poke into her asshole, she had to let out a low moan. And it wasn't a moan of pleasure. This hurt. It hurt worse than she'd have thought possible.
At his prick nudged deeper into her anus, she began to twitch and writhe around, trying to escape. But that wasn't possible. The ropes held her hands too securely. And they weren't any looser around her ankles. The flesh on her wrists and ankles was chafed and cut and raw. She could barely stand the dancing needles of pain she felt.
But it was the candle still stuffed up her cunt that gave her the most agony. She hadn't thought such a thing was possible. Even melting down from her body's heat, it was a constant source of pain for her.
The long, thick candle was rigid and refused to bend. No matter how she squeezed down on it with her cunt muscles, it refused to budge. It was too firmly lodged up her twat.
And now that he was poking into her asshole, he would soon be fucking her. That would make two long, thick rods in her body. One was made of unyielding wax. The other would give – a little. But it would also be moving inside her with all the pent-up desires in the man's loins.
He would fuck her while that candle remained thrust all the way up into her tortured cunt.
"Stop it! STOP! I can't stand this any longer!"
"You'll have to, won't you, slut? I'm not going to help you. You tried using sex against me to make me stop. I won't stop. I'm going to get my rocks off and to hell with you!"
The purple glans was inside her rectum now. She felt torn apart, betrayed. He was driving his cock into her with the slow, sure moves of man totally certain of his territory. There was none of the desperate fucking she'd hoped he would demonstrate.
The faster he fucked her, the sooner this would be over. But he was determined to do it right, to get the maximum of pleasure – for himself.
"God, you're even tighter now that you've got that candle shoved up you. I… I can rub my cock against it through your guts. It's super!"
It was super for the man, but not for her. She was assaulted on all fronts by unforgiving pain. Nowhere to turn, she suffered. She let the pain wash through her body, a relentless tide of agony not to be denied.
There should have been intense pleasure from feeling the man's prick slowly moving in her rectum. She had gotten off in a big way before on the way he butt-fucked her. It was a thrill, a joy.
The way his prick worked against the candle in her pussy was sheer murder. The pain surged all the way into her belly, exploded and raced up her spine. The cornholing had once been fun. Now it was killing her by slow inches – and there wasn't a Goddamn thing she could do about it.
She'd brought this on herself. And every time she felt his cock work another inch into her ass, she knew it. But the woman was a prisoner and was totally at the man's mercy. He could extract all the joy he wanted from her bound and tortured body. And she would have to endure. That was now her lot in life.
Try to enjoy if at all possible.
But it wasn't. The pain was too great. The candle was being dragged back and forth inside her with every throbbing movement of the man's cock stuffed up her ass.
Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He butt-fucked her with all the power of his frustration. His hands ripped and tore at the creamy globes of her ass. He tried to tear the doughy mounds from her body as his cock plunged deeply into her anus.
The tightness of her body was increased by the pain. He felt the ring of muscle surrounding his prick tense with every move. The greeking was enough to get her uptight. That made her asshole even tighter to fuck.
But this was something else. She was hurting – bad. That lit inner fires of desire that the man had never known existed in himself. He fucked her with more power, more confidence, more ability than ever before. And he loved every second of it.
She was in pain. That made his pleasure all the more intense. His fingers tortured her ass. This tightened 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!