Day 71 and the orgasm counter reads 7894.
Vicky awakens to the gentle caress of her masters hand over her curves. He runs his hand over her small tummy and up under her breasts, and back down again just brushing her small patch of fur as he reaches the bottom of his arc. The tenderness of his touch sent tingles down through to her pussy, and for the first time she realised that he truly loved her and that she was his slave in love also. She hoped that they could be still together even after the induction to hell was over and the counter had reached zero.
Vicky stretches slightly and pulls against the cuffs that hold her on to the table.
"Ah. I see you're awake again. Are you ready for another day of fun and games?" Arroway asks.
"Yes master, I'm always ready for what ever you want." They had increased the number of orgasms she was having each day, and sometimes they now topped 50, but still she ached for more, her needs increasing with time and she was becoming insatiable, in heat nearly every moment she was awake.
"Good glad to hear it." He walked behind her and sat down on a stool which appeared as he lowered his body. He reached over her and gave her breasts a good squeeze, then continued to stroke them, ignoring the nipples for the moment. As her was doing this, the Y of the table with her legs attached slowly opened wide to reveal her moist shaven crevice.
"Well what have we in store for you today? I was thinking back and I remembered that you once played a trick on me with some hot wax, so I thought I could return the favour." He held her head and pointed her to look high above herself. About 10 metres up she could see a jug floating in mid-air, it was poised directly above her pussy. As she watched it slowly tipped, and a small glob of hot wax started to fall.
"huuuuh," she breathed in suddenly. The wax blob seemed to be taking ages to fall and she felt herself tense in fearful anticipation of it reaching her tender parts.
"Auggggggh, oohhhhhh, hot" she moaned as it hit directly on to her prominent clitoris. Some of the wax splattered on to her thighs, but as the wax was still quite hot none had set on her clit most of it ran down into her crack, and hardened there. Her clitoris was throbbing in reaction and already she could see another blob falling towards her.
"Well do you like that?" Arroway asks. His hands resuming the caresses on her breasts, now stopping to pinch her nipples, that were pointing up high.
The second blob hit, "oooooooooooh its too hot master," Vicky complained.
"No, I'm sure its just fine. Isn't it?" he asks again with a stern tone to his voice.
"Yes master," Vicky replied compliantly.
Vicky was now holding her breath in between each drip of wax, the agony of the wait before it hotly hit her sensitive nub sending tremors down her body. Each time it hit she breathed out in a moan that was slowly turning from shock to pleasure. The intense sensations of the wax hitting her was following by the warm flowing feelings as it leaked down over inflamed lips. Arroway was now concentrating on Vicky's nipples, he could see her chest had started to flush and feel her heartbeat quicken. He pinched, and stroked and rubbed while drip after drip splashed down into her.
Arroway looks to the jug and says, "Faster." It complies readily and the drips beat down on Vicky's clit with new vigour.
"Faster." He says again. The drips now rain down in time to her beating heart. Vicky lets herself go, thrusting her pelvis up to the deluge of hot wax that’s pouring onto her.
"Yes. Yes. More, pleaaase more master, " she shouts as she cums, violently thrashing against the wrist and ankle restraints.
The orgasm counter flips down to 7893.
The drips don't stop there, and the wax still hits her, she surrenders to it totally and cums in a chain of orgasms that don't stop until the counter says 7884.
Arroway clicks his fingers and the jug disappears. He moves around to the other end of the table and carefully examines her wax encrusted pussy, as she lies back sweating and panting from the exertion.
"Hmmmm." The wax comes off in one chunk. "This looks pretty good to me. I think a cast of it would make a good ashtray." He sets the wax aside. "I'm sorry Vicky no time to rest, now its time for something completely different."
"Yes master." Different in hell could mean anything at all.
He stays at her pussy, and slowly brushes away the odd crumbs of wax left on her. He then starts to stroke and rub the lips pulling and teasing her until he can feel her start to respond again. He moves his hands up and concentrates on her little jutty clitoris.
"Well, this little thing will never do. I want to see a bigger clit than that." He pulls hard on it and it throbs in response. "I want you to think it bigger for me. Each time I say that word, I want you to concentrate on it, and think what it would be like to have an enormous clitoris. Yes?"
"Yes master. Bigger," she responds slightly out of breath.
