Order An Intruder Part 33

The captive stared at her captor as she slowly turned the box over in her hands. “We do have lighters, but they feel so impersonal. I feel that lighting the candles in this way is so much better as you have to manipulate the box and the match your own fingers.” The woman pulled the drawer open on the box and removed a single long match. “Then there is the act of actually lighting the match. With most lighters, you just press a button, but this takes skill to set the end on fire.”

Patricia knelt in front of her captive and placed the match against the rough surface, while Davinia’s eyes seemed as if they were transfixed on the small piece of wood with the red bulbous tip at one end. “Once it is lit, you have to be carefully not to move incorrectly so as make sure that the flame isn’t extinguished.” The girl shuddered as she comprehended was her captor was doing. You’re dragging this out and adding to my torment!

She shrieked through her gag as the woman quickly dragged the end of the match over the rough surface and there was the familiar sound as the head burst into flame. “Next we have the task of quickly lighting the candles, as there is a limited time.” The candle was swiftly placed under the wick of the candle ‘above’ Davinia’s left breast, and a moment later there was a small yellow flame emanating from the top of the candle. Patricia took the still burning match and applied it to the second candle, which caught fire just like the first. Each time, the helpless girl could feel the heat of the match on her bare skin.

The woman waved the match quickly through the air which extinguished it. “There we are, two candles for one match. I’m not going to light the others just yet, as the fun is just beginning.” She picked up a folded piece of white cotton cloth and unfolded it so that it covered the area underneath the hanging girl. “I don’t think that having candle wax hit the carpet is a good idea, so I’m protecting it. Don’t you think I’m considerate?”

Considerate? You have lit two candles that are very soon going to drip hot wax on my body, and you try to pretend that you’re considerate? Davinia’s entire focus was on the candle above her left dress, as it was welling up with the liquid wax. It will only have a very short distance to fall, so I am going to suffer horrendously. It almost felt like self-torture as she stared, transfixed by the expanding drop on the right side of the candle.

“NNNNNNGGG!” The captive watched the drop land onto the mound of her left breast before throwing her head back and crying out from the pain. The tiny globule of wax cooled quickly though, and the pain was replaced by a feeling of relief, which caused her to sigh. This moment of relaxation was short-lived, as a drop detached itself from the candle on her right side, and splashed against her unprotected skin causing the upside girl to again cry out.

“This is music to my ears, hearing the sounds that you make.” Patricia said, giving her captive a malevolent smile. The girl could only shout and grimace as another sphere of molten wax landed on her left breast. It may be music to your ears, but to me it’s just more suffering. OW! The drops were landing regularly, one after the other, and they struck against her defenceless body. My only chance is for the wax to build up and provide insulation for my mounds.

Davinia’s cries became more subdued over the next few minutes, as a tiny mound of wax built up at the impact point. That’s good, I can hardly feel anything with my new barrier. It’s the one good thing, with the wax being self-defeating. Wait, please Mistress, Don’t!

Patricia noticed that her helpless girl was quiet, so she reached down and quickly brushed the cooled wax off the captive’s body. “You don’t think that I would let you get away with that, so now you can experience this fun as a brand new sensation.” Davinia cried out louder than before as fresh hot wax landed on the clear area which was already sensitive from the initial impacts. This is worse than at the start! The areas have already been affected once, and the pain is even stronger. OW! She struggled slightly, which only made things worse as extra droplets fell off into areas which hadn’t been touched yet.

Even trying to get out of this just adds to my torment. My best chance at the moment is to remain perfectly still, and I hope Mistress Heaton doesn’t work it out and do something to make me suffer even more. Davinia tried to grit her teeth, but this only resulted in pressing the chopsticks harder onto her tongue. This gag doesn’t even allow me to bite down when it hurts. She continued to cry out at each little drop that landed on her, and every so often her mistress cleared the area so that the raw skin was tormented further.

Then the captive looked on in shock as the woman took hold of the candles and shook them, causing even more hot wax to land on various locations on the bottom of the girl’s breasts, and she felt as if the pain was even worse. “See how stimulating I can make it for you, my hanging harlot?” The helpless lady moaned in her suffering as the bottom of her breasts ended up ‘polka dotted’. I don’t need any stimulating, even hanging upside down is bad enough without having the addition of your candles.

For the next five minutes, the woman would occasionally clear off the wax and shake the candles, promoting the feeling of more pain in the body of her captive. Then Davinia begged through her gag as Patricia picked up the box of matches for the second time. This is bad enough Mistress, if you light the other two candles it will make my present torment seem as if it was paradise! She looked on as the woman very slowly opened the box and carefully took out a match. It seemed almost as if she was taking her time as she moved close to the suspended girl and then went behind her.

Davinia twitched suddenly when she heard the sound of a match being struck, which dislodged tiny droplets of molten wax to fall from the candle which splashed upon her very sensitive skin. “NNNGNN!” she cried as pain flared at the impact points.

“That’s one down.” Patricia said as she walked around to the girl’s front, drawing a second match from the box. “I have the second candle to light up, and this is the one that will give you the most fun.” The girl flinched as the match was struck in front of her face and the flame gave the impressions that it held the tortures of Tartarus. Her eyes followed the burning stick of wood as it was taken up to the head of the candle that was lodged in her valley, and a few seconds later the wick flared, indicating that worse was to came.

Davinia flinched and cried out as the first drop of hot wax fell onto her bottom cheeks and she struggled, which caused further wax to be displaced and so add to the torment. Very soon, I am going to feel the worst pain, and then I may be unable to stop moving. She could just see the small amount of wax building at the tip of the candle that was in her most intimate regions. No! Please stop it Mistress! Take that one out of me!

“ARMMMMM!” screamed the girl as the first drop fell from the candle and landed right in the middle of her Mound of Venus, and she struggled like crazy, but this drew the predictable result of self-torment. You have positioned it perfectly, as it’s my most delicate spot! Another drop fell onto her bottom, which was accompanied by another splash of wax on her mound, and Davinia struggled involuntarily at each new infliction of pain.

“I don’t think that I have ever seen anyone struggle as wonderfully as you, my screaming slave. If it wasn’t for other things that I have planned, I would leave you hanging here all night long, and just feast on your cries.” Patricia said, smiling with that oh-so-evil smile of hers. Then she went over and thrust the two candles in and out of Davinia’s most intimate areas, splashing more wax and reminding the girl that even in this situation, her desire and lust were as strong as ever. The girl moaned from a mixture of pleasure and pain at this point, and Patricia commented. “Even with wax falling on your most delicate areas, all you want is your climax. You really are a slut of a slave.”

Davinia actually blushed at this comment. I’m being tormented by my mistress, yet I’m still highly aroused. How masochistic am I? Then something happened which surprised her. It was the sound of someone blowing, as if to put out a candle. Her mistress then knelt down and blew out the two breast candles. “It would be best if I blow these out as I have something even more special planned.” The woman walked over to where the ropes were kept and she selected a long rope, before walking back to the captive and threading it through the latch hook on the pulley.

What are you doing now, Mistress? Have you had enough of tormenting me? The captive was even more puzzled as she felt her mistress doing something behind her back with the rope, so she tried to turn her head in an attempt to see what was happening.

“Just in case you were wondering Davinia, I am tying one end of the rope to the pole that holds your elbows back. You’ll find out why in a minute.” A few moments later Patricia stopped the tying and the girl was wondering what would happen next, when the woman pulled on the other end of the rope and the girl’s legs bent at the knees as her body was hoisted back and up.

The girl cried out with surprise as this happened, and with every pull, her knees bent and her body was moved closer to a face down position. Finally, her body was face down and parallel to the ground, with her knees strained at an awkward angle, when Patricia tied off the other end of the rope to the pole. Then the woman reached into a bag and took out a leather panel gag with a large rubber ball, and a scarf. The scarf must be for blindfolding me, but at least the gag will be better than my present one.

“Open wide, slave.” Patricia ordered, with the captive duly complying by parting her lower and upper jaws as much as possible. The woman parted the chopsticks and eased them off the girl’s tortured tongue. Then the ball of the gag was placed into the mouth and Patricia said “Bite down on the ball.” Davinia did this and the gag was swiftly buckled tightly behind the back of her neck. I can relax with my jaws now, and take a breath through my mouth. She relaxed her jaws but her lips stayed where they were, making a complete seal with the gag!

She suddenly panicked and struggled as she discovered just how effective the gag was. “It’s no use as that gag is designed to mould against your features, and the surface layer acts like a friction glue. It can be lifted off, but cannot slide your lips from under it.” OMG! I’m completely gagged! I can only scream through my nose! The captive watched as the scarf was folded into a long thin strip and then close her eyes as Patricia approached her, but she was taken by surprise as the strip was placed over her nose and tied down, which then only allowed her limited breathing!

“Breath slowly and deeply slave, as you will not be able to take fast breaths. This is good, as you will not be able to scream the house down during the next part of our fun.” Scream the house down? What do you have planned for me! The girl struggled even more than before as Patricia took out a very wide red candle with three wicks protruding out of the tops. NOO! “Oh, this is good. I find that these models provide an almost constant stream of wax, which is so wonderful for tormenting helpless victims.”

The large candle was placed on the floor, directly under the girl’s and she looked on in despair as the woman took out another match, lit it and watched as the flame seemed to almost dance from wick to wick as it set them aflame. Then the captor took hold of the bottom of the candle and lifted it to a point above were the furiously struggling girl could see it. This is wrong, you can’t put that over my body! Please No! She tried to cry out, but forcing air through her nose at speed was impossible so only subdued sounds were made.

Then Davinia tried to scream as the spheres of hot wax splashed onto her left shoulder blade, but she only succeeded in making a mild grunt. Her chest heaved as she attempted to force air past her vocal cords so that she could make a sound. ARRRGH! I’m even denied the release of screaming! This is horrible! She looked to her left and she could she droplets landing on her collarbone. You can’t plan to cover me in this, Mistress! There were even dribbles of wax that looked as if they were about to fall off. Then the pain hit her on the right shoulder. “That looks so pretty on you, it’s like a sculpture of pain.” She tried to twist and pull against the bindings but it proved to be useless, and it did nothing to prevent the continuing torment from the candle.

The captive gave out nearly constant muffled sounds as Patricia steady took the candle down her upper left arm, leaving a trail of red wax and sore skin. Then the right arm followed, with the woman making sure that as much of the arm as possible ended up being covered. Then Davinia’s body jerked as she felt the heat and pain in the small of her back, and the demands of her body as she struggled made her dizzy from lack of oxygen.

“There is a really wonderful area next to play with, my pretty.” Patricia said maliciously.  Please no, NOT MY BOTTOM! Davinia screamed inside as the first droplets landed on the top of her right cheek, and she knew that there was to be no mercy from her tormentor. Then this was followed by her left cheek. The only thing that isn’t making this worse is that you aren’t removing the wax that has already dropped on me. At least the most sensitive parts of my bottom are protected by the way they are shaped. Wait, NO!

Patricia took hold of Davinia’s right bottom cheek, placed her fingers close to the gap between the cheeks, and pulled the left one back, revealing sensitive, untouched skin. No, no no! The girl shook her head wildly as she knew all too well what was going to happen to her. She grunted louder than usual from the pain as the material touched the most delicate part of her bottom, and her struggles almost caused her to faint. A few minutes later, this indignity was inflicted on the right cheek and it too was manipulated so that Patricia could torment her captive.

Then the torture by wax stopped, and Patricia took hold of the rope which held the poor girl up, untying the end and allowing her back into a horizontal position. Davinia stopped her struggling, and rested there for a moment. I just hope that you have finished with me for the moment, Mistress. She watched as the woman put down the candle and pick up a short length of rope, one end of which she tied to the left part of the pole that restrained the girl’s arms. What are you doing? Then the long piece of rope was looped several times along the right part of the pole, before being taken to the girl’s front. The other end of the short rope was tied to the long rope where it went to the middle, Patricia took hold of the other end, and inch by inch, Davinia’s body was hoisted into the air so that this time her front would be on top.

NO! My most sensitive areas will be available for you to torment! The captive ‘screamed’ and struggled as her body was taken back to a horizontal position. “This is going to be even more fun than before, as you will be able to see every drop.” Patricia told her captive. “But first, I need to remind you of something.” She walked around to be behind the submissive and manipulated the candles that were stuck inside her, driving the poor girl to the edge of bliss, as she writhed from the pleasure. “See, you still want this. I am going to provide this for you, but you are going to be tormented first.” She picked up the candle, and Davinia arched her back as a small circle of wax was dripped around her right nipple, which was followed by the same happening to the left. She struggled, and her abdomen trembled as droplets landed on her navel, and the area around it was splashed with wax. The pain and pleasure of the situation was starting to become confused in the girl’s mind after the time that the candles were used to pleasure her.

Drops were landed on her nipples as she struggled again as her back arched. Then Patricia held the candle in her right hand, while pushing and twisting the candle that was in Davinia’s flower. As this went on drops of red wax rained down onto the girl’s mound, which only added to the sensations which were being generated, and her nearly fainted state caused by lack of breath had taken her right to the edge.

Please, yes, YESSSS! Davinia was aware of nothing else as all of her perceptions were overwhelmed by the continuing ecstasy that coursed through her...