on long enough. Please untie me.”
“I think you talk too much.” Derrick was rummaging through their clothes. He folded her panties into a neat wad, soiled crotch leading as he pushed them into her mouth and tied them there tightly with her bra.
“Just to keep the come inside while I plan the rest of our evening.”
Pandora rocked back and forth on the bed, helpless, only able to make muffled grunts.
Derrick rolled her onto her side. He wound another long length of rope around her back and encircling her breasts. He tied the ropes in a tight tourniquet around each breast. Pandora’s breasts quickly swelled from the stricture. Derrick seemed pleased by the effect of her bulging, reddening breasts. Then he clamped clothes pins onto her nipples.
Pandora made muffled sounds through her gag.
Derrick watched her writhe about while he smoked a cigarette. Rising, he rubbed the cigarette out on her ass. Her screams were lost in the panty-bra gag. Derrick lit another cigarette.
“Like that, bitch? Here’s another game we’ll try.”
Derrick brought a candle from his dinner table, lighted it, and began to drip hot wax onto Pandora’s tortured breasts. She made frantic sounds through her gag.
Her pain turned Derrick on, and his cock hardened quickly. He stroked it over her breasts and face as the wax dripped onto her red and swollen breasts. “I think I’ll come up your nose and see if you can breathe come.”
Pandora’s eyes pleaded. The gag was already choking her.
“Maybe later. Let’s see how you like this.” Derrick ejaculated onto her agonized breasts, following the spurts of come with hot candle wax, sealing it to her flesh. “Which is hotter, bitch?”
Derrick rolled her back onto her belly, then violently jabbed the burning candle stub into her ass, wedging it between the ropes that bound her crotch.
“If you lie still and don’t make a fuss about the hot wax running over your ass and slit, maybe I’ll blow it out before it burns all the way down.”
He pushed his cigarette against her other ass cheek, lit another, and sat back to watch. He took a large knife from the drawer and tried its edge.
Pandora was in agony, but she wriggled her body against the rope that ran through her cunt, rubbing her clitoris as hot wax dripped into the crack of her ass. The flame scorched her wrists as the candle burned down. Soon it would be scorching her ass cheeks. She writhed harder, rubbing her clit against the rope. The flame had reached her ass.
It look forever to reach orgasm, but she did.
The locket was shut.
Pandora staggered from Derrick’s sofa.
Derrick was carrying a tray of tea things. “Hope you like herbal teas. This one is one of my favorites. Do you take honey? This will help you wake up. You’ve been out for an hour. You really shouldn’t mix auctions with flu.”
Derrick was wearing an apron. He set the tea tray down on the table beside the sofa and began to pour. “Oh. And this is my friend, Denny. He came home while you were in slumberland.”
Denny was a handsome, muscular blonde of just past twenty, perhaps. He waved and said the usual pleasantries as he accepted a cup of herbal tea. Then he said, “Derrick told me you’ve been at it since six this morning. No wonder the nap.”
“Glass of chablis helped,” said Derrick, sipping his tea. “And Pandora shouldn’t have insisted upon helping with the lifting—women’s lib or not.”
“We’ll see you safely home once you’ve finished. You really do need to take a few days off from the shop. We guys can run it. We worry about you. Flu can be much worse than just a bad cold.” Derrick drove Pandora home. Pandora thanked him and Denny, locked her door, undressed, broke away the wax that still clung to her breasts, took a pill, then passed out on her bed.
It was Sunday, so she slept through. By dusk she was stumbling about the house in her robe, stirring a mixture of black coffee, sugar, and brandy to wash down the aspirin. She followed that with a straight brandy, then collapsed onto her favorite couch.
Probably flu. Her joints ached. As if she’d been tied in severe restraint. Flu. Lifting. Overwork. Fresh as a daisy come Monday morning. Maybe take the day off, as Derrick had suggested. Probably made a fool of herself passing out like that. More vitamins, more jogging, no champagne. Chablis?
There had been no champagne. Derrick had only stopped at his place to