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Prancing on the very tips of her toes, the insolent reporter was still hanging from her tits as she was flown to the Middle East on Sheik Rashid's jumbo jet, being ground pitilessly by crack teams of ingenious perverts every inch of the way. Noosed at the base, each up-stretched purple breast bulged obscenely, her monstrously inflated nipples engorged with blood. As a media star, the Sheik's staff had shown a lot of interest in her during the flight, but she was just hanging around between rapes at the moment. Her holes burned between her legs. After each rape, her pants had been pulled up neatly so that the next rapist could have the pleasure of jerking them down again and listening to her scream. The crotch of both her once-white underwear and her once-beige slacks was stiff with drying semen and reeked of her urine as she had peed her panties repeatedly. Her tautly stretched, straining mammaries felt like they were going to burst agonisingly while simultaneously being slowly ripped from her sweating torso.
She whimpered in fear and horror as the Dentist entered the room and began calmly, deliberately setting up his implements. Seeing the stainless steel tray of gleaming needles, stainless steel pins, clamps, pliers, hypodermic syringes, sharp metal picks and probes, small round mirrors and cotton swabs chilled her to the bone. His high-speed dental drill on its articulating arm screeched piercingly as he plugged it in and gave it a few trial revs. The high-pitched squeal ate into her mind like a rabid weasel biting dementedly. Twisting frantically, the insolent reporter wet her already sodden panties yet again.
She squawked energetically as he cranked her up so that her pretty toes left the floor to get her holes up to a convenient height for easy access. In what was becoming a painfully familiar prelude to sexual degradation for the hapless rape victim, he tugged her pants and panties down to her knees. She screeched hoarsely and her breasts burned in white hot flashes of searing agony with each downwards jerk. Having bared her bum, he parted her badly bruised buttocks. She gasped as he penetrated her anus for yet another in a series of humiliating rectal rapes.
A fat man with a pockmarked face and atrocious breath, the Dentist had a history of being spurned scornfully by any ladies who had a choice in the matter. He whispered contemptuous misogyny into her coral pink ear as he began to pump his thick, heavily veined penis in and out of the insolent reporter's tightly stretched asshole.
"Women! You're all such filthy little liars."
A lady who had no choice in the matter, the insolent reporter's only response was to whimper softly with each rectal reaming thrust.
"The foolish women told you that I'd be yanking out all of your teeth now. That's definitely not happening."
The insolent reporter was relieved. All this dental equipment must be there just to mess with her mind. It was beginning to sound to her like all she'd get from the so-called Dentist was an ass-rape. In her present degraded state, this was good news.
It was also the ultimate in foolish, but easily understandable, female optimism. After all, a woman who is being subjected to simultaneous mental, physical and sexual abuse has the IQ of a newt.
"I asked Gretchen: 'why would I yank out her teeth when, with a small bit of drilling, I can expose the sensitive nerves inside her teeth and really make her scream?'"
The insolent reporter felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and stomped on with cleats.
The smell of burning bone joined the stink of sweat, urine, sex and atrociously bad breath as the Dentist revved his drill enthusiastically and began to grind his way into a molar inside her propped open mouth. The insolent reporter squealed frantically, her rectum clenching tightly around his pulsing penis as he ground away patiently, taking his time, a man who loved his work.
Back with Kyla, Candance's 36C bra fluttered to the floor, joining the snipped up remains of her black Goth dress. Kyla laid the crash scissors on the implement table next to the sheet covering a mysterious large implement.
A camera zoomed in, pausing briefly on Candance's deeply embarrassed face, blushing furiously, before focussing on her bare breasts, quivering delectably. After the bra had been snipped off, everyone had been delighted to find that Candance didn't need padding. Despite statuesque Kyla's disparaging comments, on a shorter woman, 36C is just fine.
Insolently, Kyla brushed her naked nipples against Candance's, aggressively inviting a tit-to-tit comparison between her big-nippled monster melons and Candance's more modest, though quite pleasantly proportioned, endowment.
Kyla picked up the candle carefully.
"This candle is made of a mixture of beeswax and carnauba. It's the hottest and brightest candle made. I had to let it burn for a while to get a nice pool of much hotter-than-normal melted wax."
Kyla grinned wickedly, toying with her victim.
"Do you see where I'm going with this, Candance?"
She held the hot, bright candle an inch from the tip of Candance's pert nose so she could feel the heat on her flushed face. From Candance's expression of sheer horror, it was apparent that she had an excellent appreciation of the possibilities. To keep her victim gibbering in terrified anticipation (anticipation heightens pain) and because she loved watching Candance's pretty face twitch with fear, Kyla explained a few of them.
"Hot wax is often dripped from a height so that it's pretty cool, almost solidified, when it hits the victim. Do you think that I'm going to drop it from up high or as close as possible?"
Since the terrifying answer was chillingly self-evident, Kyla required no response from her gagged victim. The pleading look in Candance's desperate eyes told her everything she needed to know. Kyla smirked smugly.
"You're right. It's going to be nice and close, so you really cook. The next question is: which sensitive portion of your anatomy do I boil in hot wax?"
Kyla pinched the very tip of Candance's left nipple between her sharp, lacquered fingernails. Candance squealed frantically, trailing off into a pathetic begging whimper.
"We've discussed how sadly under-endowed you are so I'm going to make those nipples swell up nice and big. Just a tiny drop of boiling hot wax per nipple should do it."
Kyla inspected Candance's breasts thoughtfully.
"Hmmmmmmm¡.."
She teasingly, suggestively flickered her big blue eyes back and forth between the hot flame and Candance's heaving breasts. When she felt sure that an increasingly panic-stricken Candance had received the message, she delivered it in plain text.
"Maybe if I toast your tits a bit first, they'll swell up. After that, I'll wax your nipples."
She slowly lowered the bright hot candle.
"The hottest part of a flame is not actually in the flame but a short distance above it."
The flush on Candance's face deepened as Kyla slowly moved the candle underneath her quivering mammaries. She screamed hoarsely into the gag as Kyla slowly waved the candle back and forth, searing each breast with the scorching heat of the bright flame. Candance writhed and quivered helplessly as her titmeat cooked and reddened.
Kyla smiled happily. She breathed deeply, savouring the aroma of commingled sweat, fear and toasting tit.
"There! I'll put a small drop of wax on each nipple."
She daintily tipped the candle above Candance's heaving torso, timing the short fall of the wax with Candance's frantic panting. A high-pitched squeal rewarded her precise efforts as a teardrop of the hot red wax fell an inch, kissing her nipple with an audible hiss.
Candance's sweating naked body shook and quivered in the torture frame as she screamed high and hard.
Kyla laughed in delight and tossed her long blond hair.
"Excellent! Let's try the other one."
Candance's squeezed her small fists tight, her fingernails gouging deep into her palms. Her entire body tightened. Her bare buttocks dimpled and clenched. She sucked in her smooth belly, holding her breath in mortal terror. Her thigh and calf muscles quivered as they strained mightily but futilely against her bonds. Candance's small biceps and slim forearms were clearly defined, the tendons standing out like whipcord. Her eyes bulged as she watched the hot wax slowly form a teardrop. It kissed her other nipple with an evil hiss that was instantly buried under Candance's demented shriek of raw pain.
She screamed till the snot ran and then she screamed some more as her sensitive nipples were ignited to incandescent agony as they cooked in the hot wax.
To help calm her down, Kyla pulled the lever unlocking the torture frame. She spun the frame so that Candance was upside down with her nose buried in Kyla's cunt. Kyla locked the frame again and, with a gloating smirk plastered all over her foxy face, focussed on giving Candance a really good smother.
Her labia were wet and fully distended as Kyla humped her hips lewdly. She excitedly scrubbed her engorged, dripping slit all over Candance's gasping snuffling face, sliming it with her cunt juice. Candance's bright red ball gag vibrated pleasantly against Kyla's clit as she struggled frantically to breathe, making the sound beloved of asphyxia fans everywhere.
"Mmmmmpppphhhh¡"
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