The buxom redhead couldn't stop screaming. She shrieked as loud as she could, thrashed like a wounded beast. The candle on her right tit nearly toppled over and a boy had to reset it.
Her huge tits shuddered, and the muscles in her arms and legs stood out like corded steel.
"Now this is just a little lesson, Aunt Asslicker," Roger told her reasonably as he let hot wax scald the inside of her mouth. "If you're a good girl, I won't do this anymore. All you have to do it take the candle in your lips and hold it just like you would a big hard cock. Hold it real tight and none of that nasty old wax will drip down into your mouth."
Elaine whimpered like a beaten dog, but she nodded her head eagerly. She drew her lips into a tight oval when Roger stuck the candle between them.
The beautiful redhead looked down over her voluptuous body. She was horrified by what she saw. Her ivory skin was mottled with black candle wax. Her tits were almost half covered with the burning wax, her stomach dappled with round, hardening droplets. Three tall black candles stood up on her shivering body, one from each huge tit and a third from her navel. And the boys were still dripping more wax down on her.
Boys dribbled wax into the valley between her creamy tits. Puddles of wax collected in her cupped palms, and then the boys set candles in them. They dripped wax into her thick red bush of cunt hair and laughed as it sizzled its way down to the tender flesh beneath.
They covered her with wax everywhere, but they seemed to take special delight in dripping it over the most sensitive spots on her lush, captive body.
The first drops of wax slithered down the length of the candle she was holding in her mouth and burned against Elaine's lush, pink lips.
"There she is, guys," Peter said.
He was back in the room with a new bunch of boys, at least ten more of them. He turned off the lights as he walked in and suddenly the only illumination in the room came from the candles that were dripping wax on Elaine's helpless body.
"Grab some candles and have some fun. Happy Halloween!"
Elaine felt as though she might pass out any instant. The burning wax was causing her more pain than she would have ever believed possible. She twisted and heaved, but the worst part of all was that her hands were tied. She couldn't knock the candles away and try to rub the pain from her wax-caked skin.
Suddenly Roger was standing between her widespread legs, a burning candle in each hand. He looked like a demon.
Elaine couldn't hold back a whimper of fear.
"I've got a deal for you, you big-titted bitch." His voice was filled with lust and anger. Without warning, he plunged the unlit end of one of the candles deep inside his aunt's quivering cunt. "I want you to squirm, Aunt Cunt! I want you to fuck this candle like it was a big hot cock. I want you to move your big ass up and down on the table. You do that and I won't do this!"
Without warning, he dipped the lighted end of the candle against the curly red bush of Elaine's cunt. Burning pain sizzled through her and she could hear cunt-hair crackling as it burned. She screamed around the cool, fat tube of wax she was holding in her mouth, unable to believe that her nephew had actually burned her. Immediately she began to flip her hips up off the table.
"Shit," one of the boys said, his voice filled with wonder. "You can do anything to her!"
"Yeah," another boy whispered. "Is she really such a bitch that she deserves the whole trip?"
"You wouldn't believe what a bitch she is," Peter said, walking back from answering the door again. The room was filled with costumed boys now. Fifty, a hundred, it was impossible for Elaine to guess how many. "She's such a bitch that she might need to get fucked a thousand times to straighten her out."
CHAPTER FOUR
Elaine groaned with despair as she hunched her hips off the table and kept her lips tightly sealed around the candle she was holding in her mouth. The pain of flipping up her hips was more intense than she would have believed possible. With her arms and legs so cruelly spread, her body stretched almost to the breaking point, every buck and hitch sent waves of tearing agony through her.
The boys were watching her with cruel, lusting eyes as she squirmed. Most of them had stopped dripping hot wax on her and were just watching her performance. The buxom redhead burned with shame as she realized what a lewd spectacle she was putting on, but she didn't stop. Roger was still holding his candle, and she knew that the moment she stopped wriggling he would plunge that terrible flame against her tender flesh.
Her voluptuous body glistened with sweat as she squirmed for the boys. Her lips were painted black with the hot wax that had dripped down the candle, and when Peter plucked it from her mouth it looked as though she had on jet-black lipstick. Burning wax trickled down from the candle she held clenched in the lips of her cunt, burning the tender pink flesh of her pussy lips. The pain was horrible, but Elaine knew that it was nothing compared to what the open flame of Roger's candle would feel like.
As she fucked the burning candle, squeezing her pussy tight to the waxy stalk, she felt a tingling through her stomach. Horror exploded through her as she recognized that feeling as pleasure. She jerked her hips up and down above the table, trying to drive the feeling away, but her frenzied movement only fanned it to greater life.
Elaine moaned in misery as more hot wax slithered inside her heating cunt, as the candle slipped farther inside her. She was getting wet and her clit had started to become erect. She couldn't believe that she was getting hot in midst of this terrible nightmare.
"Look at the bitch move," a boy in a cowboy outfit said. "It's like she really loves it!"
"She does," Roger answered. He was toying with his beautiful, squirming aunt, dipping down his candle to burn away her wispy red cunt hair. She cringed and shuddered with ever crackle of the flame against her. "She's the kind of slut who's waited her whole life for somebody to slap her down and fuck her raw. Once gets into it, she's going to be begging us to fuck her scummy little cunt and asshole and torture those jumbo titties."
Elaine wanted to scream, call him a liar and beg the other boys to free her, but suddenly Peter had slid up on the rack atop her. He flopped his huge, hard cock down across her cheek, then pulled open her wax-stained mouth and stuffed his cock inside.
Elaine gagged on the thick roll of cock flesh but she went right to work sucking it. She clamped the waxy lips tight around the big stalk of flesh and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him.
Her ass bucked off the table as she lathered her tongue over Peter's hot, huge cock. Cunt cream dribbled from her pussylips, making her crotch glisten in the wavering light of the candles. The boys gathered more closely around her, some grabbing at her sleek, curvy body, others holding onto their cocks and watching her suck prick and fuck a candle. Elaine's firm, lush thighs trembled. Her asscheeks flexed as her cunt clenched tight on the candle. Somehow her body was betraying her, getting turned on by the pain and degradation, and despite the shame that filled her mind, Elaine couldn't stop it.
Roger turned the crank again, and Elaine screamed in agony around her mouthful of throbbing cock. Her arms and legs felt as though they were being ripped out of their sockets. Her sexy ass slammed back against the rough wood of the table, and she writhed as a lava flow of pain coursed through her body.
"Get that ass in the air!" Roger barked, bringing his candle down to singe more of Elaine's silky red cunt-fur.
"Shit!" a boy in an astronaut's costume said. "She'll never get her ass off that table now."
Her body was stretched to the breaking point. Even breathing had become an agony, and the pressure of Peter's ankles where they rested across her shoulders made the muscles in her arms ache with pain. But Elaine could smell her burned cunt hair and feel the heat of the candle just an inch away from her vulnerable cuntflesh. She gritted her teeth and lifted her ass into the air.