You love violating me while I’m completely unconscious — just a warm, helpless body for you to ruin. I’m lying face-down on the bed, naked, legs slightly parted like the easy little cumrag I am. You slide in behind me without a sound, shove my thighs brutally apart, and ram three thick fingers straight into my sleeping cunt in one savage thrust.
My body reacts instantly even though my mind is still gone — my greedy walls fluttering and slicking up around the rough invasion. You don’t go slow. You finger-fuck me hard and fast, knuckles slamming against my dripping entrance, curling viciously into my g-spot while your thumb mashes my swollen clit. The wet, obscene squelching noises grow louder as my unconscious hips start twitching.
I wake up with a broken gasp as the first orgasm explodes through me. My cunt clamps down like a vice, gushing messily around your fingers. I cry out and panic, desperately trying to twist away, one hand flailing back to push at your wrist.
Your hand clamps around my throat like a vice before I can even breathe.
You slam my face back down into the pillow, choking me hard as you pin me completely under your weight. Your fingers never stop — pounding deeper, meaner, stretching my spasming cunt open.
“Don’t you fucking dare pull away, you pathetic worthless whore,” you snarl hotly against my ear, squeezing my throat until my vision sparks. “This sloppy cunt belongs to me. You cum when I make you cum. I’ll tell you when I’m done destroying you, understand?”
I’m sobbing and choking, muffled cries vibrating into the pillow as I beg hoarsely, “P-please… too much… I can’t—ahh!”
You laugh darkly and force a fourth finger inside me, stretching me painfully wide. “You can and you will, cumdump. Fight me again and I’ll choke you out while I rip orgasms from this greedy hole.”
Your fingers piston brutally in and out, palm slapping wetly against my soaked cunt with every violent thrust. The room fills with filthy sounds — wet squelching, my choking sobs, your low growls. Every time I try to close my legs or squirm away, you tighten your grip on my throat until black spots bloom and I go limp, whimpering.
“Beg properly, slut. Tell me who owns this cunt.”
I’m drooling into the pillow, tears streaming as another forced orgasm builds. “Y-you own it… please… I’m sorry—fuck, it’s too sensitive! Please slow down… I’m begging you!”
“Shut the fuck up and take it.” You choke me harder, cutting off my air as you grind your fingers mercilessly against that spot. I cum again so hard my whole body convulses, squirting messily down your wrist and soaking the sheets.
That’s when you reach for the red candles.
You light three at once, the flames crackling softly. I feel the heat hovering above my back and start shaking. “No—no please, not the wax… it burns too much! I’ll be good, I swear!”
You tilt the first candle. A thick, molten drop of red wax lands right between my shoulder blades — searing, white-hot pain that makes me scream into the pillow. You pour it slowly, deliberately, thick crimson streams running down my spine like liquid fire, cooling into tight, glossy shells that pull at my skin with every breath.
“Does it hurt, you stupid little painslut?” you taunt, pouring another heavy line across my shoulders. The heat blooms viciously, sharp and deep, making my back arch violently. “Good. Scream louder. I want to hear how broken you sound.”
I’m thrashing under you, voice hoarse: “Please! It’s too hot—ahh fuck, please stop! I can’t take it while you’re fingering me like this!”
You laugh and drip more wax along the curve of my waist, watching the red rivulets run down my sides. Your fingers never stop destroying my cunt — scissoring roughly, stretching me obscenely, thumb punishing my clit. Every thrash makes the hardening wax crack and tug painfully on my skin.
“Beg better than that, whore.” You pour a thick stream directly onto my ass cheek. The molten wax splatters with a wet smack, searing the sensitive flesh and dripping down toward my stretched hole. I wail, legs kicking uselessly.
“Please, please, I’m begging you—mercy! My skin is burning! I’ll do anything, just slow down… I’m your good girl, please!”
“You’re not a good girl. You’re my pathetic, crying cumdump.” You choke me until I’m wheezing and pour wax right down the crease of my ass. A heavy drop lands directly on my puckered asshole — blinding heat that makes me shriek and clench violently around your fingers. More wax follows, layering thick red patterns over my ass while you force another brutal orgasm out of me.
“Look at you… sobbing, shaking, covered in my wax like the worthless fucktoy you are.” You yank my head back by the hair just enough to growl in my face, “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m… I’m your worthless cumdump! Please—fuck—I’m cumming again, I can’t stop! Please let me breathe… I’m begging you, sir!”
You release my throat for half a second only to slap my face and choke me again as you pour more wax across my lower back and thighs. The contrast is overwhelming — burning heat on my skin, your thick fingers ruining my swollen, leaking cunt, the smell of melted wax and sex heavy in the air. My voice is completely broken, reduced to raw, muffled begging and sobs.
“Too much… please pull your fingers out… I’m sore, I’m shaking so bad… I’ll be so good, just stop the wax!”
Instead you add more fingers, stretching me to the limit while dripping fresh molten red wax over the tops of my shoulders and letting it run down my neck. You grind your palm brutally against my clit, forcing me to squirt again while the wax cracks and flakes from the force of my spasms.
By the time you finally slow down, I’m a destroyed, sobbing wreck — throat bruised and raw, back and ass covered in thick, peeling layers of glossy red wax, cunt gaping, swollen, and dripping everywhere. Tears and drool soak the pillow. My whole body twitches uncontrollably.
You lean down, bite my ear hard enough to make me yelp, and growl:
“I’m still nowhere near done with you, you pathetic little painslut. Now beg me to keep hurting you.”
