HOUSE OF WAX

by ViciousFiction

BASED ON: [Movie] House of Wax: 2005

RATING:M +

[A/N: Thanks for your patience. This has been a crazy hectic year for me. I ended up getting married, and moved to a new city.
Still going though, so here's an early Halloween present!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!]

- o - o - o - o -

A mighty gust of wind whipped through Paige's bare legs as the nights air continued growing colder. Dalton, Paige, and Nick were standing drearily at the back of Randall's blood stained ute, all eyes focussed on Blake's dead body.

Paige readjusted her silk robe over her shoulders as she continued to sob quietly.

Dalton rubbed his hand on his forehead, "This is so fucked, man."

"Where's the keys?" Nick tried to ask as calmly as possible.

"Keys?" Dalton couldn't think straight.

"For Blake's truck?"

"You drove down here, remember?"

Nick started patting down his pockets; the blood on his hands from trying to save Blake earlier stained his clothes. "Oh, right. Right…" He heard the metal clank as he nudged his back jeans pocket. "There's no service out here, so I need you two to drive to the nearest police station."

Paige sobbed, "We can't just leave him here…" she used the back of her hand as a tissue.

"He's all tied up now, he can't hurt you anym–"

"No!" she gestured at her dead boyfriend and practically wailed. "Blake! I won't – I, I, I can't –" she stuttered.

Dalton moved over to her and put his arms around her reassuringly.

Without hesitation she turned and wrapped her arms around him tightly, her face nuzzled into his shoulder. "I didn't even get a chance to tell him –"

"Paige, this isn't over yet. Those other slimy fucks have Carly, and Wade. So I need you to go with Dalton now and get help. And I need you to go, NOW!" Nick was starting to lose his patience. "Take these," he tossed Blake's keys at Dalton. "Take Paige, and go now."

Dalton nodded at him dutifully, steering Paige in the direction of Blake's truck.

"Now!" Nick barked, "We're running out of time!"

Paige did her best to try and snap out of it. When she reached the passenger door, she looked back at Nick apologetically. "Stay safe!"

"Go!" Nick growled.

The pickup roared to life, and Nick watched on as the two of them drove safely into the darkness. He turned back to Blake's dead body, Randy starting to stir behind him.

"Alright you creepy fuck," Nick lunged back into the tray and stood above Randall threateningly. "Where's Carly?"

"Fuck you," the hillbilly spat in response.

- o - o - o - o -

Bo was sitting at the edge of his bed hunched over; he took a long drag on his cigarette. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this…" He looked back at Carly, her arms restrained above her head and her ankles taped together with duct tape. He had removed her jeans, leaving only her black lace g-string behind. Taking the finished cigarette between two fingers, he tossed it into a littered ashtray by his bedside table. "Nasty habit, I know…" He stood up and began unfastening his belt buckle. "But it is what it is…"

"Please, just let me go," Carly begged, tugging at her wrist restraints. She eyed him anxiously as he began undoing his pants. "Downstairs –" she started, "With Wade… I, I, I won't say any–"

Bo dragged the zip down the front of his pants and looked down at her with a wry smile. "You won't what?" He let go of his pants and they fell to the floor. "You won't be able to say anythin' with my cock in your mouth."

Carly's jaw dropped open in horror. Bo was sans underwear.

"Now," he wrapped his hand firmly around his throbbing erection, "Yeah, stay just like that…" An evil smirk was etched into his face as he edged closer to her.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" Carly tugged at her wrist restraints violently, throwing her legs away from him as far as she could.

"But Carly, the way those lips curve…" he jumped onto the bed, wrestling to get her legs underneath him as he straddled her.

She could feel his large cock pressed into her upper thigh, her heart pounding.

Bo clasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to face him.

Carly continued to wriggle against him, "No!"

"Shhh, shhh, shhhh…" his face was so close to hers, allowing her to smell the nicotine on his breath. Bo's lips gently pressed down into hers.

"Mmmfffmmm!" She tried to protest, a deep pit welling in her stomach with a horrible feeling about what he was going to do next.

He didn't stop kissing her though. Instead, his grasp on her chin only tightened, his soft lips pressing down harder. When he pulled back, his dark eyes bore into hers. There was viciousness in them, something she'd never seen in a man's eyes before. With his face only inches from hers, she could see the beads of sweat pooling around his temples. Several droplets broke free, falling down onto her face. She shuddered internally, clasping her eyes shut.

Bo's palm was holding onto her jaw so tightly that her head was completely immobilised. Not releasing her chin for a moment, he sat up, taking his cock in his free hand.

"No, no, no!" Carly begged. 'This can't be happening!' … "Please!" She clamped her lips together tightly as she desperately tried to pull away.

"But I need to feel those lips Carly…" Bo nudged his cock towards her mouth.

As Carly felt the moist tip press against her lips, she let slip a blood curdling scream.

Bo moaned; seizing the opportunity, he slid himself inside her mouth with ease. "Oh, good giiiiirrrrrl…" He reached around to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her lush brown hair as her lips wrapped snugly around his dick. Feeling the slightest twinge from her teeth, he tightened his grip on the back of her head. Carly looked up at him with pleading eyes. "No teeth." he said threateningly.

She felt powerless to stop him now. Tears welling in the corners of her eyes, she nodded at him fearfully. Peering up at him he looked enormous, his whole body towering over her. It was impossible to avoid looking him directly in the eyes. His big, dark, menacing eyes.

"Use that feisty tongue of yours," Bo breathed out heavily. "I want you to swallow all of my cock." He made gentle thrusting motions with his hips, slowly pushing in further and further.

For a moment she feared she might choke on it.

"That's it Carly…"

"Mmfff!" Carly struggled to breathe. His erection was thick, stretching her mouth so wide she feared it might tear.

He persisted for what felt like an eternity. Taking his time, he was alternating between long, slow strokes, and quick violent thrusts. Bo started to quicken his pace again, "Oh god, if I don't stop I'm gonna cum."

Carly's eyes started rolling into the back of her head, feeling her chest tighten under the weight of him.

He grunted as he pulled out, letting her head fall to the bed.

She coughed, and spluttered, glad to be able to breathe again, she buried her head in her shoulder, her mouth feeling sore and stretched. She didn't know what she would have done if he had actually cum in her mouth.

"You make me so fucking hard," Bo said matter-of-factly, grabbing onto her ankles. With one strong motion, he flipped her onto her stomach.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she cried out as the leather cuffs pinched at her wrists, her arms twisted above her head.

Bo was already ripping her panties from her hips as she started to protest; but with her face buried in the pillow and Marilyn Manson still blaring in the background, her cries were all but muffled.

All the work Bo had put into the town over the years had left his hands coarse and calloused. When they brushed past her exposed skin, she winced at their rough texture. He ran his hands down her sides as he admired her figure, stopping only to caress her bare behind in the palms of his hands. Before smacking her hard on the right cheek.

"Such a cute little city girl ass," Bo cooed. He pulled Carly's hips into the air, her legs trapped firmly between his knees. She attempted to squirm against him but to no avail.

Reaching between Carly's thighs, Bo's fingers slowly began dancing their way inwards.

When she realised where he was headed, she tried to scream in protest.

But Bo had already lunged forwards, anticipating her protest, and wrapped his hand tightly around her mouth in response. His cock pressed firmly against her ass now, warm, hard, and slick from her saliva. "It's a real shame, but I guess we'll have to close that pretty mouth of yours…" he whispered tauntingly into her ear, reaching over to his bedside table.

Unable to move under his weight, Carly gulped as she heard the all too familiar sound of Bo's duct tape tearing from its roll behind her.

- o - o - o - o -

Randall spat blood through his mangy teeth, heaving from another blow to his face. "Just kill me and get it over with already will yeh'."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," Nick had him by the collar of his shirt, getting ready to punch him again. "You sick fuck."

"Y'know your friends you sent away?"

Nick slammed Randy into the wooden slats behind him.

It winded the withered hillbilly, but he continued, "The one I was going to fuck and that guy she friendzoned?"

"Where's my sister?!" Nick punched him again angrily.

Randall just laughed.

Nick punched him again.

The hillbilly's laughs echoed through the trees, taunting him. "I have brothers; think I haven't seen my fair share of punch ups?"

In a violent rage, Nick started beating into him, blow after blow.

It was only a subtle flicker at first, but the resounding whirr of the siren was hard to miss.

"Fuck."

Nick heard a car door slam, followed by another. The glow of the blue and red warning lights bounced through the trees and illuminated the whole scene, "This is the police. Please put your hands where we can see them."

Randall laughed once more, "Should have listened to me…" His face was almost unrecognisable through all the blood and swelling.

"Shut the fuck up." Nick had been on the wrong side of the law more times than he cared to remember, but he still held hope that they would see to reason. Even if it was looking pretty grim in the harsh light; he could see just how much blood had really splattered in the back of Randall's truck.

"Don't move!" he heard one of the officers shout as he cocked his gun, ready to shoot.

Nick looked down at his feet as he started turning towards them. "You've got it all wron-"

BANG. A shot fired into the air nearby. "I said 'don't move!'"

"I'm unarmed!" Nick shouted.

Another policeman baring arms kept his gun pointed at Nick as he approached slowly. He jumped into the tray, and immediately saw Blake's body. Using his free hand he turned to the radio on his arm, "We need an ambulance out here at Ambrose…"

The policeman grabbed Nick and locked a handcuff onto his left wrist. "You've got the wrong guy –"

"Jim, see what this fucker did to me?"

Hearing Randall address the policeman by name, Nick's heart sank. Without even giving it a second thought, he attempted to assault the man trying to restrain him. But in the moment he forgot about Randall beneath his feet, and the hillbilly mustered the last of his strength to nudge the back of Nick's legs, sending him to the ground. The two men, Nick and the policeman, rolled through the blood soaked tray. But Nick was able to best him, and somehow managed to rip the gun from the cops hand without it firing. He pointed the gun at the cops head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jim warned.

Nick looked over at the cop car and his stomach plummeted.

Paige and Dalton exited the police car at gun point, dropping to their knees in front of the armed man, their hands behind their backs.

'Shady fucking cops. I should have known.' Dropping the gun, Nick kicked it away from him.

The cop grabbed the gun by his feet. "Now turn around before I shoot your ass."

- o - o - o - o -

"Open your mouth Carly," Bo prodded her tightly closed lips with his fingers.

She shook her head, "No!" she sobbed.

"Unless you want me to fuck your cunt dry. I don't care."

She paused. Feeling the fight in her fading with each violation. Her heart ached at the thought of Wade, and the horrors he went through to end up in the chair downstairs. She feared if she didn't comply she might meet the same fate. "Are you going to turn me to wax?"
Bo laughed in response, "I don't fuck wax statues if that's what you're asking."

"It's not…" she trailed off.

"Lick my fingers like you did my cock," he teased, snaking his fingertips across her lips, "Make 'em nice and wet…"

Carly turned her head away. But Bo grew impatient, and shoved them into her mouth obtrusively. She gagged on the taste of them, her stomach a flutter.

He twisted them inside her mouth, rubbing them all over her tongue until he was satisfied they were wet, and pulled them out without another word.

"Please don't –" Carly pleaded as he began wrapping the duct tape around her face, interrupting her before she could finish. "Mffmm!"

Once he'd gagging her, he continued where he'd left off.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff!" she squealed through her gag as his fingers traced her inner thighs treacherously. Carly's hips wiggled from side to side in response.

While she meant to disuade, from his perspective, it only appeared inviting. Bo used his free hand to spread her ass cheeks, giving him more visibility of her pussy before slipping a finger inside.

Carly bucked against him in protest, crying out through her gag. It just made him more excited.

He loved how tight she felt on just one finger; sliding it in and out of her vigorously. He let go of her ass and smoothed back his hair with his free hand. He paused for a moment, his finger still deep inside her. The anticipation was driving her wild, causing her pussy to throb on his finger uncontrollably, uncomforable with its inactivity.

Carly groaned through her gag unexpectedly. She could feel the extra pressure as he slipped in a second finger.

"Oh you like that, do you?" he rammed her pussy with them. Over and over. Her insides getting wetter with every invasion. Leaning down to her ear, she felt his throbbing erection pressed against her dangerously. "You city girls are all the same…" Bo provoked her, his breath hot sending shivers down her spine. He pried his slick fingers from her, and moistened her clit with them teasingly.

"Mmmmfffmm!" Carly felt overwhelmed and embarrassed to have let slip such a telling noise. Even if there was a part of her deep down that was enjoying his touch.

To be continued…

[A/N: … so yeah. I think some BoxCarly sex is in order now. Haha. Thank you to everyone who is still leaving me feedback/comments/pms, this is for you!]