Robert Vickers - Virgin in bondage

A quick lash of the whip stopped the motion. He had snared her wrist with the tip of his leather strap. The pain in her arm was intense, but the pain was only a reminder. Worse would come if she touched her ass. Or the burning candle.

More wax dripped onto her whipped butt.

"You may put the candle out by rapid motion of your hips. In no other way will it be allowed to go out."

"You mean if I fuck myself fast enough and blow the candle out that way, I'll be okay?"

"Fuck yourself!" he commanded.

She put her hands under Michael's armpits and rested her fingers on the tops of his shoulders. His mighty pillar of cock pressed warm and demanding into her snatch. She lowered herself until the thick knob on the top of his prick entered her pussy. She shivered at the touch. It was electric. And her entire body screamed out its need for more of that cock.

The only trouble was the candle stuffed up her ass. It hurt bad. And the heat from the flame kept the wax molten and dripping on her tender ass. She began moving back and forth faster and faster, fucking herself and trying to snuff out the candle by the motion. It didn't work. If anything, her fucking action only caused the candle to burn hotter.

The wax tormented her but the real pain came from deep in her guts. The thick cock drilling deeper and deeper into her pussy with every stroke rubbed up against the candle, separated only by the thin inner walls of her pussy and rectum.

"Shit," muttered Michael, "I can feel it! I feel the Goddamn candle through your guts. How can you stand it?"

She was whimpering like a beaten dog by now. She couldn't stand it. And his mentioning it made it even worse for her. She felt like dying, but she wouldn't give that son of a bitch Stanton the pleasure of seeing her croak. The teenager vowed to keep fucking and to try to ignore the pain.

It was like a New Year's resolution – but it wasn't kept.

The redhead twisted from side to side, feeling the prick work even farther into her seething pussy. She would have enjoyed the hell out of this fucking if it hadn't been for that damned candle. It began to melt a little from her inner heat, but it wasn't enough to ease the discomfort.

"Please, take it out!" she cried.

"The cock?" asked Stanton coldly. "Or the candle? Which do you want removed from your slimy body holes?"

"Both!" she cried. "No, neither… oh, I don't know." She was too confused to continue. Limply falling forward, her hands pressing down into Michael's heaving chest, she simply cried.

She wasn't allowed to cop out like that. The whip screeched through the air and landed heavily on her back. Over and over, Stanton whipped her until she was sure her back was a mass of welts. But she didn't stir. The motionlessness of her body kept the candle from grating against her guts. The worst part of it was Michael's prick. It throbbed so needfully inside her tight twat that she had to respond to it. She began to move, the whip scourging her back.

"Fuck faster!" cried Stanton. "Fuck him as fast as you can or I'll ram a blowtorch up your ass!" She believed the man. He was cruel and vicious and would do that just to make sure that he got his own sick kicks. She began sliding to and fro, the prick entering and leaving her tight cunt with obscene squishing noises. She hadn't realized she was this turned on.

The girl looked down between her tits and saw the coppery patch of her pussy mound. It was dotted with tiny droplets of cunt oils. And just underneath, she could see her cunt standing rigidly at attention, begging for more stimulation. As she moved, the red-haired girl saw the way her boyfriend's prick entered and left her cunt.

Her breathing became more jagged at the sight. The huge prick parted her cuntlips. The pink scalloped flaps of flesh guarding her inner channel seemed to give a lewd kiss to that prick as it raced into her pussy. When the cock came out of her cunt hole, it was a silvery sheathed fuck stick. Her cunt juice totally drenched it and made it gleam in the dull light of the room.

All this, and the goad of the whip still landing with sickening regularity on her back, forced the teenager to speed up her fucking.

Worst of all, she felt herself responding strongly to all this. It wasn't just Michael's prick in her cunt that did it. She loved the feel of it, sure, but there was more. And she didn't understand it.

She wanted the whipping. She wanted to be dominated. The humiliation and pain Stanton gave her fed some inner need. The young teenager couldn't begin to put it all into words, but she thrilled to the feel of his whip disciplining her. The heat of the candle raising blisters on her ass now kept her hips swinging in and out in obedience to the man's command.

The red-haired teenager needed this as much as a flower needs sunshine. She reveled in the attention Stanton gave her, even if it was terrible. The whippings she received were dreadful. The pain caused her almost to black out at times, but the man had never really injured her. Given her pain, yes, but her body healed soon and left no permanent marks.

She didn't know how lucky she would be in that regard when it came to the burning candle protruding from her ass. It had continued to burn down and the flame leaped and danced just inches away from her vulnerable flesh. She fucked herself as hard as she could in a vain attempt to make the flame go out. If anything, she only fanned it to even greater heat.

Weeping, she felt the tides of passion rising within her. Her pussy throbbed and began the slow convulsions that would soon lead to the catastrophic clutchings of a come. Her fingers became claws. She raked bloody fingernails along her boyfriend's chest.

But Michael wasn't in any condition to protest. His balls were burning from the fucking – and from the hot wax was dribbling down off the girl's ass. He had thought she was faking a little as to the pain. He now knew it was worse than he had believed possible. The lightest of touches of the hot wax sent tremors of pain rocketing throughout his body.

"God, Sheryle, fuck more. More!" he cried out. "Get rid of that Goddamn candle. Now!"

"Yes, Sheryle, fuck more," taunted Mr. Stanton. "Go on and be a good little girl and obey him. Fuck more."

The sound of the man's words infuriated her, but she was powerless to do anything about it. She could only move and drive that rigid spike of cock into her needy cunt. The squishing of his prick as it raced all the way up into her well-oiled pussy gave her an idea. Fluid could put out the candle burning so close to her flesh now.

The tempo of the fucking picked up to the point where she thought she would melt inside from the friction. The pressure of hard cock against the walls of her pussy mounted as Michael's cock expanded just prior to jetting out his white cum.

As she felt the first jerk of his cock, she shoved herself as far forward as she could. Her aim was a little off but it didn't matter. She cheated herself of the pleasure of feeling his fountaining prick inside her pussy, but she gained something else.

The first spurt of his cum hit the flame on the end of the candle, extinguishing it. There was a wet hiss and then she smelled the wick smoldering. And the heat was gone.

She was no longer menaced by the burning candle rammed up her ass, but she had cheated herself in another way. She was hornier than hell from the fucking. She hadn't gotten off, not once, and the intense sexual needs in her body demanded satiation.

Sheryle realized that she wasn't likely to get the chance to feed her sexual hunger any time soon.

"Keep the candle up your asshole," he ordered her.

She stood, having to bend forward at the waist a little to keep the pain down to a level she could cope with. The feel of that waxy shaft going up into her asshole caused more pain than she would have thought possible. The flame was out but the pain lingered to haunt her.