Mia whimpered as they turned her back over.
Max chuckled and began slowly stroking her already moist slit. "We know you're a slut. Hell, we can even smell it" he laughed.
"I'm not a slut" she protested weakly but it sounded unconvincing even to her.
Soon, despite the pain and fear (or perhaps because of it), Mia's body began to respond and in no time she was moaning and bucking in pleasure more than writhing in pain. Suddenly Max jerked his hand away. Mia had just enough time to open her eyes, register the grin on Ty's face, and the candle in his hand, before the stream of molten wax hit her pussy.
Mia screamed and bucked hard against the ropes. Ty had aimed for her clit and hit it plenty before her frantic thrashing began to splash it on and around the rest of her pussy.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a screamer" grinned Max.
"It does indeed" replied Ty as he moved up beside her chest and held the candle out over her tits "This is gonna be fun".
Watching the candle in obvious terror Mia began to plead. Perhaps, she desperately thought, she could reason with them, offer them something, anything, to save her from whatever further tortures they had in mind. |