Turning up the heat

After delivering those cruel words, the King reaches to the shelf of devices used for the punishment of misbehaving slaves. You look up to see that what he's grabbed is a candle. You're confused and curious as to what exactly this might be used for. Without any explanation, the King uses a match to light the candle in front of you. Your big blue eyes look on in a state of perplexity. Soon, your uncertainty will be quelled.

The King holds the candle just above your breast and tilts it to the side, causing a drop of hot wax to drop off onto your skin. A painful burning sensation quickly comes shooting from the area eliciting a loud squeal. He keeps the candle there, delivering drop after drop of hot wax. The moment each drop makes contact with your skin you feel the burning pain and then feel as the wax slowly cool and the pain diminishes, only to be replaced by another drop.

He moves from one breast to the other, coating each of them in little spots of wax. You look down to see that as they dry, they leave hard circles of cloudy white solid wax attached to your skin. The appearance of it almost reminds you of cum, which your skin has been coated in plenty of lately. The thought of it shockingly makes you hungry and you're reminded of how you haven't had any actual food since you got out of that wretched vault. The fact that the thought of cum makes you hungry alarms you, making you think of all the ways these men have already corrupted your thoughts thus far.