"You can go to hell, you bastard!" She didn't have to act to get the words out. She halfway felt that way. He was making her feel pain. That wasn't right. It simply wasn't anything she'd planned on when she set out to get this job.
Or was it? Was emotional and mental pain any worse – or better – than physical pain? She had desired him. She saw how he could make it out that she was a cockteaser. The young blonde saw it all quite plainly.
She had used sex as a weapon, a toy, something not really involving true love. Now it backfired on her. He was taking her and using her as he pleased. She had pushed him and now he responded. He had to prove to himself that he could cope with her on any terms.
The man no doubt felt remorse at what he was doing to her. Or was he? The quivery thought made her suddenly cold all over. He might be enjoying this. His demented philosophy might actually approve of the torture he meted out to her. If that was true, there was no telling how far he might go.
"That cunt of yours looks empty," he said in a quiet voice.
She wasn't able to turn her head and look at him. The way he held her neck prevented it.
"Yes, oh, yes!" she moaned out. "Fill me up. I need you inside me."
"The hell you do!" he flared hotly. "You're still trying to use me. You think I'll shut up and be content if you offer me a little tight pussy. No more, bitch, no more!"
He came around and quickly tied her hands behind her back with a long piece of sashcord he'd ripped from one of the curtains. Caroline struggled briefly and then stopped. She was only tightening the bonds by fighting. And then the lovely woman cried out in horror.
"I'll fill your slimy cunt for you. All the way. With this candle!"
She cried out in pain as he rammed the thick wax candle into her tight pussy lips. She felt the sluggish wax begin to flow as he twisted and reamed it into her twat. As it stretched inner membranes to the breaking point, she passed out.
When Caroline came to, there was incredible pain in her belly and it was all radiating outward from her cunt. She was filled all right, filled with a gross candle. She had wanted cock and gotten punishment.
"How do you like that?"
"Words can't describe you, you motherfucker!"
"Words can describe you, slave. You've got a hot cunt. And it's going to get even 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 just can't!"
"You? Hardly, cunt. The candle. The candle is going to show you what it's like to burn at both ends. You can learn a great philosophical truth with this little experiment."
She tried to cross her legs, to keep him away from her tender tight pussy lips. She found that he'd tightly bound her legs to the desk so she'd lie face-down across it. There was no way she could possibly keep that dancing flame from her bush.
The lovely woman felt the hot caress of the flame – and then nothing. By straining, she saw 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, hot bod. You're going to enjoy this. Want to suck my cock to keep your mind off the fire getting closer and closer?"
His fingers lightly caressed her clit. The surge of delight that arced into her body startled her. She hadn't been expecting anything like this to happen.
His laughter echoed through the office. He held his rigid prick and moved it closer to her lips. In a soft whisper, he said: "Suck my cock. 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, either.
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 wound to snuff it out. She would have to let it burn her tight pussy lips, char her fleecy blonde cunt fur and even allow the flame to blister her inner thighs.
The hot wax running from the candle made 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 his cock!
It brushed across her trembling 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 again.
But not now, not while he was torturing her! The flame worked closer and closer to her tight pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, sending out a wild cascade of lovely blonde hair. The frightened look in her eyes made Bryon grin lewdly. She was giving him incredible pleasure by being so terrified of what he might do to her.
But he was insistent. His prick forced her lips apart. He laid the throbbing cock along the young blonde'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 about your problems. You'll get this frigging job on my terms. Suck my cock, slave!"
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 want my prick in something a bit more to my liking. Like your cunt!"
"The candle," she moaned weakly. She felt the heat growing. Her tender tight 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 painful reaction.
"I'll put it out when I feel like it," he told her calmly. "I've got to arrange a chair. Tying you over its back and then fucking your cunt sounds like something I really want to do. In a while."
As the tip of flame reached her blonde tight pussy fur, Caroline screamed and kept screaming.
. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. All she'd wanted was a quick screw with a handsome man, the promise of a job, release of nervous tension. The flame caressed her soft flesh until it singed. She smelled the heavy odor of burning flesh – her flesh.
The pain lanced into her body like a flaming arrow shot up her cunt. The candle's huge girth was still awful, but her own body heat was melting it down. It was no longer the painful reality she'd come to think was normal.
The flame at the candle tip was all that mattered to her now. The man wasn't going to put it out, not even if it was setting her on fire. She felt her tight pussy lips curl back, trying to escape the burning torture.
Then her own body came to her rescue. Caroline hated this, she hated it with all the passion locked up in her lusty body. But she was responding in ways she couldn't fully understand. She felt pain and it turned her on sexually.
The flow of cunt juices leaking around the candle put out the flame before it did her any great harm.
As the flame sputtered and went out, she collapsed weakly on the desk. It had been more of an emotional strain on her than, she'd thought. For the first time, the young blonde was able to really feel the pain inching up her limbs.
Her arms felt dead from lack of circulation. He'd tied her down so tightly it would be long minutes after he released her before she got the blood flowing easily through her wrists again. And her legs hardly in better condition.
One ankle had been tied to one leg of the desk with the other 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.