Hot wax dripped onto her calf and she let out a choked cry all her muscles tightening around the triangle she was suspended over only to make the weights on her tit swing. Pain and pleasure waved through her while she sucked in air around the chopsticks holding her tongue out.
Her right foot was next and the person dripped it right over the top, down to her toes. She squeezed her thighs riding the sensations it left screaming up through her. There was no concept of time for her, arms suspended by her wrists. Her hands were tied above her, she could grasp ropes to take some of the pressure off her legs and that was it. A large triangle was between her legs forcing her to stay spread with her leg muscles flexed. If she released for even a moment the triangle ridge top pressed into her cunt uncomfortably.
Wax dripped onto her other foot and she jerked again making the weights on her nipples swing again. Breath in, breath out ride the wave. A blindfold prevented her from seeing the person dripping the wax on her. Special, magical earplugs played classical music in her ears so she couldn't hear where the hot drippings would come from next.
Slowly she sunk into that place of peace that allowed her to handle the number of drippings she deserved. 50 people and she was only on the first person. More was spilled over her upper thigh and she hissed shifting to one side which made the ridge press into her left side crease uncomfortably and quickly she shifted back tensing her inner thighs.
How had she let this happened? It had been forever since she'd let anyone touch her and yet she'd let the this magical sex mansion tie her up like this. She'd accepted this punishment for being late with the, well literally the triangle she was suspended over. It was its own kind of hell to be suspended on an item you'd built. Drool slid off her mouth in a large plop onto the wood and she whimpered from the cold drops that were in sharp contrast to the wax.
Something dried her tongue, and then pressed it into something. What? She couldn't taste anything, it was on the underside where there were not taste buds. All she could taste was a finger on top. The finger let go and lifted the headset covering her ears. A high pitched voice told her.
"When I do that you better give me a light puny demon. I know your measly capabilities. You will light the objects of your torture or we'll make it 500 people. Next time you are told to be done with something you will be done with it when we tell you." The headphones were put back on her ears and her tongue was once more pressed into what she now knew was a candle tip.
With a whimper she pushed a small flame to the tip of her tongue to light the next candle for the next person. Her tongue was released the pressure releasing was like it had just lifted from her clit instead. It pressed once more on her tongue and she rocked her hips trying to rub herself on the edge of the triangle. But she'd done too good of a job when she created it, if she brushed her clit on it the sharpness was uncomfortable, just like it should be.
The woman continued using her tongue to light candles, prepping the wax for the next people. She started to feel like a lighter, just an object to be used to create her own torture. After 50 had been lit she let Vivian know by dropping some wax on her tongue. Her scream echoed in the room through her headset as the heat touched her. Oh fuck. She couldn't burn but she could still feel the heat and pain unlike her own fire. Rocking on the triangle she pressed her heels into it to get the lift. Oh god, 49 more people.
What she didn't know was, this was how she was to know the person was done and the next person would arrive soon. A drop on her tongue until there was 50 layers. It was a good thing she was a demon could handle so much more than a puny human. She'd barely had time to relax from the pain when hot wax suddenly splashed across her left thigh and she flexed lifting herself with her arms as her legs stopped working for a second when it hit her delicate inner thigh.
Being part fire demon meant they used regular candles since she couldn't burn and damn it felt delicious as the tender skin was touched by that heat and pain. The pain only lasted for a moment until it turned into pleasure. Making stripes on her right leg like she was a tiger the new person went down her leg while she held herself by her arms. Soon the other leg was matching. Then the person did something interesting which she couldn't see but felt.
The weight on one on of her nipples was lifted up leaving it without any pain for a moment. She tilted her head confused, what suddenly it was dropped and hot wax splattered drops on her thighs, belly and underside of her breasts. Her brain practically flatlined, going white from the pleasure and pain mixing. Then it was repeated with the other and holy fuck. Once more on each side and she didn't think her nipple could take anymore in that moment.
A soft kiss was pressed to her nipple where it was clamped as tears dripped down her face. She didn't say the safe word because it was feeling so good and moments later a soft kiss was pressed to her other nipple. Fuck she'd love for this person to stay this was exactly what she needed in her life. But a moment later wax dripped on top of the dry wax on her tongue and she knew they were leaving.
She waited breathing in and out softly for the next set of fresh hell. Her toes, drip, drip drip, wax splattered in the sensitive areas between them and she jerked her whole leg sliding lower on to the triangle and with a cry she lifted herself up again as sharp pain between her legs reminded her of the need to stay higher. This time she was more prepared holding herself tense as drop by drop it splattered over her toes until her right toes were totally coated.
Breath in, breath out, steady then it hit her left foot and she still screamed around her tongue held in place. ANGEL-LIGHT, she cursed this was intense, then it was over, a drop on her tongue and they were gone. The wax was dried on her toes and while she could press her legs into the triangle it was difficult to wiggle her toes with the wax hardening on them.
Just when she'd started to sink into a zone the next person was there. They took her calf on one side and dripped a line on the sensitive underside, where the muscle was flexing to hold her up. Drip, drip, drip ever so slowly. The muscle jerked and contracted under the sensation making her glad she could use her arms. Finally she realized they were drawing something in the wax but she had no idea what, and she'd never know. A drip on her tongue and they were gone.
Four people down. The fifth one started with her tits, heat hit with a splash and she jerked back grabbing the support for her arms before arching back to give them a better shelf. They reached out lifting one heavy tit in one hand pulling up the weighted tit. It flattened in their palm, a handful of jello as they dropped the hot wax on the tender flesh. Her spit dripped down making her middle chest a cool contrast to the heat slamming into her flesh on her tit.
Wax splashed, tears poured out her eyes, her tit was so tender compared to other places and then her tit was gently placed back down, the weight clipped to her nipple carefully dropped down. The other was lifted and the same thing was carefully done. Splash, splash, splash until the top was coated with drying wax. Carefully it was set back down so the weight didn't jerk then a drop was left on her tongue.
By this point her tongue was starting to feel tired and pulled by the weight of the drying wax. Her drool was spilling out her mouth and down the side of the chopsticks since she could barely swallow like this. Relax she had to, this was only 4 people!
Her arms started to slide back forcing her hips to shift forward, her arms flexed as she held herself up with her abs tight. The slanting triangle shape split her ass, threatening to be a hard landing spot for her tail bone if she didn't keep herself upright. Her demon tail shifted to create a light spring behind her trying to help but it was painful on the sharp edge so she put it to one side.
How genius of her to fit the device with something similar to a claw machine where the person could be moved as the people needed. The fact that she'd created it brought red to her cheeks, it was embarrassing to have her own torture device, designed by her turned on her. Heat tinted her skin but most of it was hidden beneath the wax hiding most of her from sight.
She knew she was helpless but this position emphasised it in a way the previous position hadn't. Her tits trembled as the weights hit her body and then fell to each side of her with a pull on her nipples that pulled a scream of painful pleasure from her throat. The weights pulled her tits in either direction while spit gathered in her mouth and she had to quiet the sounds to swallow it.