29. Wax Play
“I’m so glad you took that extra time today to come see my show, Helia,” Morrigan said as she wrapped the blindfold around her bound girlfriend. “It’s only fair I give you something in return... Something that lets me see you put on a show this time.”
“And you aren’t going to tell me what it is?”
Morrigan laughed and pulled either end of the blindfold taut. “Of course not. I want you to guess.”
Helia squirmed where she was stood, pulling against the soft purple ropes that had been used to bind her. They dug in at her arms, her legs and her hips. There was even a single length of rope pulled up between her legs, parting her lips and pushing up between them. Every time she shifted it rubbed up against her, tormenting her pussy and crushing her sore little clit.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” Morrigan asked, bringing her fingers up to press at either side of the rope and spread Helia’s soft folds further. She was practically dripping.
“Mmhmm,” Helia nodded, only bucking in her confines again when the succubus pulled the rope tighter. “Watching your shows always gets me this way.”
Morrigan’s smirk grew. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you a private one later.” She brought her fingers up and pushed them into the witch’s open, moaning mouth. Helia never had to be told to suck. “Now wait here. I have to go get your present ready.”
Morrigan’s fingers pulled away again and Helia whined, trying to follow her as she left. All she earnt in return was another harsh rub between her legs that sent her teetering onto her tip-toes. It was a mystery how long Morrigan would be gone. She often did this, forcing her to wait for unknown periods before she finally returned to inflict whatever fresh torment she had in mind for that day. Helia could never tell how long it had been when she came back - it was impossible to know after all, hanging here blind to the world with only her own sensations to taunt her.
Finally, she heard the soft padding of footsteps on the carpet. It was Morrigan, she knew. And yet the mere chance that it might’ve been someone else electrified her, making her squirm even before the succubus got close. Again she was made to wait. Morrigan didn’t say a word; nothing at all, not until that first fateful drop against her chest. It caught the top of her breast, sharp and hot, making her jolt and send each of them jiggling. There was no denying just what it was.
“Candles?” Helia asked, breaking their silence with a smirk of her own. “For me? How romantic.”
Morrigan smiled too and tipped the wax light up once more, letting it drip more of its hot residue onto the witch’s oversized tits. “Of course,” she said. “You’re very good at this game, Helia. Perhaps I should’ve made it harder for you.”
The mere suggestion brought a fresh blush to the Frenchwoman’s cheeks. Morrigan could be sweet and tender, as soft as the round curves that donned her body, but she could be just as cruel in equal measure. Helia yearned for those moments and oh, how she delighted in making sure the succubus knew it. “Please do,” she begged. In immediate response, a dollop of hot wax fell straight onto her nipple.
Helia threw her head back and howled, straining against the ropes that held her in place. Her breasts bounced up in the air, quick to meet the matching pain that was inflicted on the right-hand one, painting each of her sore nubs with the candle’s red-hot wax. Every drip caught a piece of untouched skin and drew a new sound past her lips. Each time she would writhe and move, pushing herself further into the twine between her legs until, when Morrigan finally granted her a much-needed respite, a long stream of juices had started to drip down beneath her. The succubus tutted as she reached down and caught in her hand.
“What a desperate little slut you are,” she said, once again pushing her fingers past Helia’s lips and forcing her to taste herself. “To think that you’d get so wet from having these fat tits of yours punished...” Another drop of wax hit her and she let out a muffled squeal. “Perhaps I’ll have to give them more attention like this in the future. Hmm?”
Morrigan’s hand left Helia’s mouth but her torment didn’t cease. It came down hard on her right-hand breast, smacking into the hardened wax there and making it crack and splinter, some of it falling away from her skin entirely. Her usually pale flesh was pink underneath and the punishment that had been inflicted on it was only making it all the more susceptible to Morrigan’s sadistic will.
“Oh,” the succubus said, the amusement clear in her voice as she smacked Helia’s tit again. “This is making you drip too. You must want this, mustn’t you?” Instead of hitting, her hand now squeezed, groping hard at the witch’s tender breast.
“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Helia managed to murmur past her choked moans.
“Then beg for it.”
The Desmarais teetered on her tip-toes and whimpered again. “P-Please, Mistress. Please punish me.”
Morrigan tutted and drew her hand back. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
“Please punish my fat tits.”
She was rewarded with another hard smack. “What a good little slut,” she said. “Now hold still. It seems one of them’s managed to lose its pretty painted wax shell.”
Her fingers gripped the last piece of wax still coating Helia’s right-hand breast, the thick dollop that covered her nipple, tugging until it finally broke free and she could pinch and roll the sore little nub between her fingers once more. If Helia thought the wax had hurt the first time round, she had another thing coming - the second round was bound to make her scream.
