Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

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.