Hot Wax Rains Down - The Film Student #31

Kyoko pulled out a small shiny gun. She pointed it at Josh and pulled the trigger. A flame shot out of its barrel.

She used her gun-shaped lighter to kindle the wicks of an arrangement of candles. Josh's mind raced as he wondered what she would do to him. Flames. Candles. Kyoko. Hmm. What would a crazy, psychopathic sadist like her do with candles?

Kyoko stuck a cigarette in the corner of her mouth and sat down in a chair next to Josh's bed where she could look Josh directly in his eyes. As smoked her cigarette in peace, she blew smoke into Josh's face and enjoyed taking in the view of her prey. Josh was on pins and needles, anticipating what was to come. 

Her cigarette had burned down. It had a long line of ash at the end. Kyoko stood up, walked toward Josh, and shook the ash off on his chest. Then she stubbed the cigarette out on his nipple.

Josh clenched his teeth and wiggled his toes from the pain. But the pain was just getting started. 

Kyoko took a long white candle from its holder and carried it towards Josh. She pursed her lips slightly and showed her teeth. She opened her eyes wide, furrowed her eyebrows, and penetrated Josh's soul with a ravenous look of desire. As she slowly tilted the candle, a ball of wax grew as large as a raindrop, and it fell down and splashed across Josh's skin.

It was just the first drop, and it wasn't very hot, but it was the first drop of wax Josh had ever felt on his chest before. It would not be the last.

Josh closed his eyes. He started to panic. But there was nothing he could do. Kyoko lowered the candle closer to his body and began tilting it rapidly, dropping more and more blobs of wax all over Josh's chest. Those drops coming from closer were still burning hotter by the time they reached his skin. They pierced like knives, but they didn't leave lasting pain. 

Josh was becoming inured to the feeling. Hell, he was beginning to like it. It was almost like a hot bath, like a special massage, or a spa treatment. The ritual caused him to ascend to a transcendental high. His brain was filled with endorphins, adrenaline, and dopamine. 

Man's pleasure and pain receptors are twisted up in the front of the brain, both in the same region, the nucleus accumbens. The region lights up when someone eats chocolate, gazes upon a beautiful face, or when they see that person with a beautiful face pick up a whip and strike them across the chest. Kyoko knew this from sitting in on biology and medicine classes at the university. 

She also knew that Josh's pleasure and pain receptors must have been twisted and tied up and joined in a much more direct way than those of other people. She had pegged him as a masochist since day one. She didn't exactly care if he was receiving pleasure. She most certainly was, and that was all that mattered.

Josh had opened his eyes. He was no longer wincing or making any audible noises. So Kyoko moved her candle even closer to his skin. It was then just a centimeter above his body, as she moved from over his stomach, around his groin, back up to his chest, dripping hot wax the whole way.

When she got the candle over his chest again, the flame caught on a hair from Josh's chest. It singed him and gave off a faint but disturbing scent of burning human flesh. The event lasted just some nanoseconds, but it gave Kyoko an idea.

"Josh, you seem to like this wax play, don't you?"

The woman was right. Josh did. Josh didn't know how he felt about that, but he couldn't deny it. He nodded.

"I didn't come here to give you pleasure. I came to torture you!"

With that, Kyoko tilted and lowered the candle. Josh's mind processed the scene in slow motion. He saw, with each agonizing frame, the actual flame come closer and closer to his skin until the moment of impact. 

He tried to scream into the panties filling his mouth, but he just choked. He saw a slight pink discoloration in the spot the fire met his skin. The flame died out, and Kyoko pushed the still hot wick and melted wax on the top of the candle into his skin. He was terrified of this sick woman--deeply fearful of what she might do to him next--and yet he was in awe of her, looking at her from below, like she was a goddess, like she was the most supreme supernatural deity, the most superior member of the world's superior sex.

Josh's feelings were clearly evident to Kyoko. She could tell from his tall and hard lower member.

"Well, well, well. For a pervert like yourself, I guess I am going to be giving you pleasure. I'll give you all the pleasure you can take!"