complete's her dare

The candle felt foreign in her ass, as if it did not belong. Which of course, some rational part of her mind reminded her, it did not.

It was a windless night, so she had a chance of making it around the block without the candle going out, but it would be as much luck as anything. The candle was hot enough that wax dripped down it fairly regularly.

Over her shoulder she could see the first bit seeping down. The thought of it hitting her filled her with an extra level of fear. She was vaguely aware that candle wax as something sexual was hinted at in songs and online, but she had never done it.

How much would it hurt? Didn't she need a special candle or something?

She lucked out with the first drop, flying behind her and hitting the pavement.

As she came around the corner, a the first streetlight appeared. She didn't dare think about what she looked like. Her ass sticking inelegantly in the air.

Because of the need to keep the candle lit, she could not move quickly, and because of that bitch, she was walking hunched over. She could feel her breasts swaying in wind.

Back and forth. Hitting each other every once in awhile.

Finally some of the wax made it down the candle, and her on the bum. It hurt. She wanted to squeal, but kept it in. She was in front of a new house now, and the lights in the upstairs were on.

Probably a teenager. If only he knew....

The wax hurt but not too much. Just enough to make her aware once again of her naked body.

Each car in the distance, each new house gave her fright once again, but she made it slowly, but surely around the block.

As she rounded the last corner, to her horror she saw a little dog, some kind of poodle mutt come up in front of her.

The group of kids was nowhere to be seen. Probably in the house plotting their next dare.

She wondered, not for the first time, if they really thought this was willing. Maybe they thought she was on Ecstasy or something.

Probably Shelly was just a bitch.

The dog made it to her and started to lick the back of her leg.

If she hadn't had some unholy **** controlling her, Tanya would have bolted. But instead, she just made the final part of the trek, with wax sliding down her leg, and dog slavia building up on her ankle.

When she got to the door it was open. They hadn't locked her out, thank god. But when she saw the look in Shelly's eye, she knew they had somthing else for her to try.