The laughter still rang in her ears when Nathan's thrusts finally slowed. Raven's body convulsed around him, broken and overstimulated, and with a final, brutal shove he buried himself to the hilt.
Her ruined mascara streaked face lifted, gasping like a fish out of water.
And then—
He came.
A flood. A truckload, hot and relentless, pouring deep inside her as her trembling body gave another shudder. The crowd gasped as white heat dripped down her thighs, the mess soaking into her stockings, painting her in filth that left no doubt who owned her now.
Phones clicked. Someone even whistled.
Nathan pulled out slowly, watching cum spill down in strings, her gaping hole twitching in shameful aftershocks. She collapsed forward, knuckles still clutching the counter for support.
"F-fuck… I can't—" Raven's voice broke into sobs, the words drowned under jeers and camera shutters.
Nathan didn't bother answering. His eyes slid to the shelves behind the counter. Rows of cheap snacks, dusty soda cans, and then… a display of novelty candles. Thick. Long. The kind meant more for a prank than for prayer.
He plucked one free. Its girth matched three fingers pressed together. He held it up like it was just another item on a shopping list.
"No… please… no…" Raven whimpered, voice so hoarse it barely carried over the laughter.
Nathan gripped her hips, parted her cum-sticky cheeks, and shoved the thick candle into her twitching asshole. She screamed—broken, guttural, a sound that made the audience howl. Her body clenched around it, but the candle slid in mercilessly, stretching her raw hole wider than she could take.
And then he lit it.
The crowd erupted.
Bright orange flame flickered above Raven's trembling body. Drops of molten wax began to drip, trailing slow and cruel down the length of the candle until they splattered across her skin.
"Ahhh! AHHH—!" she shrieked as hot wax burned its way across her pale cheeks, trails of red blossoming on her skin. She tried to wriggle, to escape, but her body was numb—completely broken from the fucking. Her twitching hole clamped uselessly around the candle as wax dripped down like ritual torture.
"Oh my God, she's a fucking candleholder!" someone shouted, laughter bursting from the crowd.
"She's a goddamn living birthday cake!" another cackled, shoving their phone closer for the perfect shot.
Raven sobbed openly now, face pressed to the filthy counter, tears mixing with snot and drool. Every drop of wax made her convulse, body betraying her again—pain warping into shame-fueled arousal.
Nathan didn't bother to watch her suffer. He grabbed two bags of chips and a pair of sodas from the fridge, cracking one open as casually as if he'd just paid for them.
The system's notifications flared in his vision:
[System Alert: Viral Event Achieved]
[Tag Confirmed: Public Degradation → Exhibitionist Cumdump]
[Modifier Evolved: "Wax Doll"]
Effect: Body reacts with arousal to wax play.
[New Progression Path Available: Objectified Fixture]
Nathan took a swig of soda, gaze unreadable. He looked at Raven one last time—her asshole stretched obscenely wide around a flickering candle, cum dripping down her thighs, wax burning new marks into her ruined skin, all while the crowd jeered and filmed.
"You'll stay lit," he said flatly.
And then he left.
The chime of the door echoed behind him, the sound almost drowned beneath the laughter and the endless click click click of phone cameras.
Raven remained where she was, a twitching, burning, crying mess—her body held hostage by heat, cum, wax, and shame.
And the system kept recording.
The candle flickered, dripping molten trails down her trembling ass. Each drop made her twitch, her thighs clenching uselessly, the sound of her whimpers drowned beneath laughter.
Phones never stopped.
Every angle.
Every close-up.
"Holy shit, her asshole's literally smoking!" one skater kid shouted, wheezing as he zoomed in with shaking hands.
"Keep still, I'm livestreaming this!" another barked, shoving Raven's ruined face into frame.
The night air clung hot and heavy to Nathan's skin as he stepped out of Sinister Snax, the soda fizzing against his tongue, the bag of chips crinkling in his free hand.
Behind him, the laughter hadn't stopped. Phones were still raised, still flashing, still immortalizing Raven's collapse from venom-tongued goth cashier to dripping, twitching humiliation toy.
Her muffled sobs bled through the cracked glass door every time it swung open. The cruel chant of the crowd followed, a living soundtrack of mockery.
He didn't turn back.
But the system made sure he saw everything.
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[System Upload Complete]
Recording Title: "The Goth Cashier Candle Show"
Status: Publicly Accessible — Trending in Northern District
Engagement: 27,412 views | 18,007 shares | 3,441 live comments
Top Comments:
— "She bagged my groceries once and called me 'mouth breather.' Guess she's bagging something else now."
— "That wax drip… oh my God, I came."
— "The way he just left her there—like trash. Fucking savage."
— "Does anyone know where Sinister Snax is? I wanna see if she's still there."
[System Alert: Subject — Raven]
Previous Status: Goth Cashier (Hostile NPC)
New Status: Infamous Cumdump
Tags Updated:
Public Slut (Compulsion: Forced Arousal when exposed)
Candle-Slut (Arousal enhanced by heat, wax and burning)
Camera Addict (Resistance to being filmed removed)
Condition Locked: Viral Degradation (Permanent)
Relationship Stability: Shattered
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Nathan's face betrayed no reaction, but inside, there was a sharp pulse of amusement.
And then another notification appeared.
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[System Bonus Unlocked]
Congratulations: Viral Event Reached Tier III
Reward: Old Map of North Town
Description: A weathered parchment marked with unusual spots.
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Nathan stopped mid-step, the fizz of the soda dying on his tongue.
The map unfolded in his vision—a crude sketch of streets, alleys, forgotten backroads. But here and there, stamped across the parchment, were dark red lips. Glossy, wet, unmistakable.
They weren't randomly placed.
One was marked at the edge of an abandoned park. Another deep inside a crumbling motel. Another at the end of a cul-de-sac no one visited anymore.
And more. Dozens.
All glowing faintly.
[System Note: Areas marked with lips indicate high probability of interaction potential. Recommend exploration for undiscovered events.]
Nathan tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
Raven's viral shame had opened a door. Not just for her—but for him.
The system wasn't just tracking women. It was laying out a map. A guide. A hunt.
He looked down at the bag of chips in his hand, then at the soda fizzing in the other. Just another errand, another stop.
And yet now the whole town was opening to him.
Behind him, Raven's shrieks echoed again as the wax burned deeper. The crowd laughed louder, crueler. Her nightmare wasn't ending—it was just looping, feeding the system like an eternal engine of shame.
But Nathan?
He was already moving on.
The map pulsed in his vision. The lips glistened like fresh blood.
North Town had just become his playground.