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  At some point the pain receded and the pleasures rose. It was then, after a total of perhaps thirty thrusts of the candle, that a clear image entered slave Sierra’s mind of her sprawled on her stomach on the table from the hips up like she was the feast, legs wide and aloft up from the floor, unable to close them because the wicked Dr. Jones stood between them, half naked with a spent penis dangling while he battered her that industrial-size candle. She could see her own delicately shaped back, see it covered with hardened wax, could see the muscles of her ass tensing in a vain attempt to somehow better accommodate that mutant candle. That was it. She climaxed, arms slapping about the table, her continuous cry of ‘O’ sounds rising until she sounded like a transforming werewolf.

  Jones backed out from between her legs. Damned if his cock wasn’t now at least semi-hard. Sometimes he amazed himself.

  The slave Sierra slid off the table but stood with a wobble. She had difficulty pulling the candle out from her pussy. It was thoroughly wet. It would be some time before he could light it again. She did not set it down but held it like she was reluctant to let a lover go.

  “That was a bonus orgasm. It doesn’t count as using one that was owed. ”Jones knew he was a kind King to grant such a boon.

  “Thank you, Master. ”Sierra looked puzzled at her own words of appreciation.

  “Come with me, slave. Bring the candle. I think I may use it on your friends as well. ”Jones proceeded to the dungeon, never looking behind him but also never doubting the slave was right there following him….

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