Elizabeth and Alice have just discovered the security guard in their building has been using hidden cameras to secretly record women showering, undressing, fucking …
They lure him into Alice’s apartment, handcuff him and then things get out of control …
EXCERPT:
I climbed on to the bed next to them and noticed a significant bulge in his trousers. He was obviously turned on by our rough treatment, and that gave me the confidence I needed to continue. Alice started to unbutton his black security guard jacket, eliciting a shudder from him with every pop as the sides of the material loosened around his chest. She looked a picture – her relatively tiny frame sitting on top of his stomach, her dark hair tied behind her head and wearing only a tight gym top and track suit pants. Still, she completely owned the situation, continuing to slap him every time he made a noise. After a little while he figured out who was in charge. She spread his jacket open, revealing a white vest underneath. She clicked her fingers, calling for something to cut it open like a surgeon requesting the next scalpel. I handed her a knife, which she relished in rolling over his chest before cutting the vest down the middle. The fabric tore open as the blade sliced through it, and then she discarded the knife. She placed her hands flat against his chest and ran her fingers through the forest of hair, tugging on a few strands as he winced in pain. I watched as she flicked his nipples firmly at the same time. My pussy was tingling as she tormented him, enjoying every second of the cruelty party we had set up.
I had pulled the box of goodies over to the side of the bed, making it easy to reach down to collect the implements of torture. I picked up a pair of long candle and a box of matches. He tilted his head to the side and gulped when he saw them. He knew all too well what was coming, and from the flexing inside his pants, he didn’t seem entirely resistant to the idea. I took out a couple of matches and one by one, struck them and lit the candles, extinguishing the splints of burning wood by pressing them to his skin. We both held one candle each and waved them over his head, taunting him as his gaze darted between them. It took a minute or two for the wax to melt, and as soon as a pool had formed at the top, Alice tilted hers and dripped a couple of small red droplets onto his hairy chest, prompting a series of loud, but muffled shrieks. The duct tape nearly came loose from his mouth, but she pressed it down again, forcing his head back on to the duvet. It was my turn, so I aimed my white candle sideways and poured the entire pool of hot wax out, splashing it down over his chest and nipples. He screamed again as tears formed around his eyes, and as the pain subsided he relaxed one more time. We continued to pour the wax over his chest, working our wax gradually down towards his crotch.
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