She took in a shuddery breath, licking her dry bottom lip. She felt wrong, terribly wrong, letting this thing happen in front of her while she was touching herself in this horrible way. But it felt so good, touching herself like this, touching herself and wondering what it would be like to be roped and branded like her mother was, threatened with that prick only inches away from her pussy!

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed.

Arlette felt her thighs ridging with tensed muscles, and her toes cramped until they hurt her terribly. She gasped in large breaths of air, following with shallow ones while her fingers steadily worked at her cunt. She could almost hear her hand as it slipped in and out of her virgin pussy. Her cunt was swollen with lust as that awful pulsing, itchy feeling grew more and more concentrated.

In front of her, the torture continued, Monica was sobbing and jerking her body around, howling as the cigarette moved closer to her cunt.

"Now, baby," the big stud hissed.

Jack changed tactics. He raised the cigarette from her inner thigh, moved it up several inches, then brought it down slowly, ever so slowly over her blonde pussy hairs.

Monica thought she was going to disgrace herself, going to piss from fright and pain when she heard the whispery crackle of her cunt hairs burning and curling back, blackened under the smoldering cigarette. And the heat! She felt it curling into her pussy, touching her clit, making that tiny sex spindle somehow more hot, more itchy. What was happening to her? Bondage was one thing. But this was sadism, simple and pure. Was she turning on to pain, enjoying the agony that was increasing her lustful pleasure? Monica shook her head violently, unable to analyze what was happening now.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed.

The burning tobacco was dropped into her cunt slit suddenly. It was an act she couldn't believe at first.