"I like seeing the way your ass tightens when I jerk your leg around."
She felt a stab of pain shoot into her whipped 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 by Dr. Nathaniel that made her so hot to fuck. She wanted that huge prick of his more than ever by the time he'd finished playing with her like a tomcat plays with a trapped mouse.
"I'm going to tie you down. My cock needs some action again and you're going to provide it for me. Aren't you, cunt?"
"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 seduce her philosophy professor.
Or was it? Was emotional and mental pain any worse than physical pain? She had desired him. She saw how he would make it out that she was a cockteaser. The young college student saw it all quite plainly.
She used sex as a weapon, a toy, something not really involving true love. Not 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 he could cope with her on any terms.
The man no doubt felt remorse at what he was doing to her. Or did 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 were 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 the chain around her neck was fastened 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 pussy. No more, slave, no more!"
He came around and quickly tied her hands behind her back with a long piece of sash cord he'd ripped from one of the curtains. Manna struggled briefly and then stopped. She was only tightening the bonds by fighting. And then the blonde teenager 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 pussy lips. She felt the sluggish wax begin to flow, as he twisted and reamed it into her cunt. A it stretched her inner membranes to the breaking point, she passed out.
When Manna 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 dead, gross candle. She had wanted cock and got punishment in its place.
"So you're back, eh?"
"Words can't describe you, you motherfucker!"
"Words can describe you, slave. You've always had 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 pussy lips. She found that he'd tightly bound her legs to the dining room table so she'd lie facedown across it. There was no way she could possibly keep that dancing flame from her pussy.
The blonde teenager 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 cunt.
"Go on and watch, hot ass. You're going to enjoy this. Want to suck my cock to keep your mind off the fire getting closer and closer to your blonde pussy?"
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 echoed cruelly through the empty house. 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 cunt 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.
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 blonde cunt fur and even allow 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 desire 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 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 Dr. Nathaniel grin lewdly. She was giving him incredible pleasure simply by being so terrified of what he might do to her.
But he was insistent. His prick forced her lips apart. He put his throbbing cock inside the young college student'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. Suck my cock, slave!"
Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to move sensually along his 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 that cunt of yours!"
"The candle," she moaned weakly. She felt the heat growing. Her 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 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 a chair and then fucking your cunt sounds like something I really want to do. In a while."
As the tip of the flame reached her blonde pussy fur, Manna screamed and kept screaming. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. All she'd wanted was a quick fuck with a handsome man. The flame licked and 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 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's 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 pussy lips curl back in a silent snarl, trying to escape the burning torture inflicted by the aloof, almost emotionless Dr. Nathaniel.
Then her body came to her rescue. Manna 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 juice leaking around the candle put out the flame before it did her any great harm.