The Bitch (4 page)

After the sting
lessened, I bit off, “Yes.”

I didn’t even have
time to blink. Davis whipped something out of his back pocket and it zapped me
on the tit. “Yes what?” The electric current went straight through me, leaving
me shaking and breathless. He zapped my other nipple and then my clit, and was
heading back toward the first breast again.

“Yes, Master!” I
somehow got out as I gasped for air.

Bradford gave a
tiny nod and backed away from the table and out of my line of sight. Davis,
however, remained exactly where he had been…leering down at me, his sadistic
brown eyes raking over my body while the zapper remained in his grip, hovering
over my naked form.

I couldn’t take
my eyes off of it. I just stared at that thing that looked like an orange wand,
dreading the next moment it would touch my skin.

But instead of
the zapper, his mouth came down over my breast and his hot teeth bit into my
swollen nipple, and I couldn’t possibly stop the scream that came out of me.

My throat was
raw and scratchy by the time the scream died off, and I sounded hoarse…like a
crazy, husky bedroom sort of voice. Even though I couldn’t possibly scream any
more, Davis didn’t stop suckling and biting my breast.

I squirmed, but
there wasn’t any way to get away from his torture. The more I moved, the harder
he attacked. After a minute, I stopped fighting and tried to lay limp, hoping
the assault would come to a stop.

But then I felt
the shadow of Bradford coming up next to me again on the other side, and before
I could prepare myself he was doing the same thing to the other breast…and I
was writhing beneath their efforts again, despite the splintery bits of the
picnic table driving up into my back more with every movement I made.

Their hands were
down between my thighs, fingers delving into my aching pussy and pressing
against the tight pucker of my ass, rubbing and pinching and squeezing my clit.
I moaned and rocked my hips, which pushed a digit inside my anus—and then I
screamed. Once it was past the sphincter, he twisted and turned that finger,
forcing it deeper and stretching that opening unnaturally.

Just when I
thought I might actually be starting to enjoy what they were doing to me, as
crazy as that may seem, they stopped. Their mouths left my tits, their hands
left my sex, and I was left wanting.

I tried to crane
my neck to see what would happen next, but I couldn’t really tell. They’d both
moved down to the end of the picnic table between my wide-spread thighs.
Something pressed against my pussy lips and then moved inside. It felt like a
dildo, but it was coated with something thick and extremely sticky, so it
didn’t glide inside me very well despite how insanely wet I was. Even as it
continued moving deeper inside me, something else pressed against my asshole
and moved inside, also coated with the same thing.

They moved both
of them around in me, delving deeper and touching every part of me they could
reach until the substance was covering my insides. When they pulled them free
of my body, a slurping pop sounded.

Then more of the
sticky stuff came down over my pussy and they used their hands to rub it over
every inch of surface area. Davis kept pouring the stuff down my thighs all the
way to my ankles, making a trail of it that led to the ground, while Bradford
moved up my body. He held up a bottle of corn syrup so I could see it in the waning
light, then poured a thick trail of it over my abdomen leading to my breasts.
After emptying the bottle over my tits, he used his big hands to slather it all
over them, leaving no part of my sensitive tits untouched.

They were still
rubbing the corn syrup over my flesh when I felt the first tickling sensation
of something—an insect—crawling up the trail on my right leg. When it reached
the bend of my knee, it bit and I yelped.

“You sons of
bitches,” I bit off. How long did they think they were going to leave me tied
up like that? If Alex knew about this…

But he did. They
said he was watching the whole thing. Both Alex and Dustin. I blinked, scanning
the area until I saw the red blinking light again. Tears pricked at my eyes at
the thought that my boyfriend would subject me to something like this. The next
time I saw him, I’d give him an earful. And then I’d call the damn cops and
have them all arrested. This had to be illegal.

Davis finished
with my legs and moved to where I couldn’t see him. Bradford picked up a wet
wipe and cleaned his hands with it. By then, I could feel probably a dozen or
more ants climbing up my legs, moving ever nearer to my pussy and ass.

Bending down to
look me straight in the eye, Bradford tugged on a fistful of my hair and held
me still. “Open your mouth, Fuck Toy.”

On principle, I
kept my lips tightly closed.

With his other
hand, he pinched my nose and held on until I was forced to open my mouth for
air. As soon as I did, he forced a ball gag between my teeth and fastened it behind
my head. A few ants had reached my pussy lips by then, and some were trekking
over my abdomen, and every few seconds another was biting me. Next, he put the
blindfold over my eyes again.

“Davis and I are
going to prepare your next session. We’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your time
alone with nature.”

Then I felt
something coming down over my ears, and I couldn’t hear a damned thing. Ants
were moving inside my sex and ass, biting me all over my cunt, my legs, my
abdomen, my breasts. It hurt and tickled all at once.

After a minute
of lying there, sounds came through the headphones. Slapping, grunting, fucking
sounds. An ant bit my clit and my back arched, but I couldn’t move. The woman
in my ears screamed, and I could make out two men grunting.

More bites on my
tits and inside my ass. I squirmed, which made a splinter drive into my ass
cheek, and then I squirmed some more. I moaned into my gag, which sent drool
flooding down my cheeks. Bites everywhere. Thrusting, sucking, moaning. “Fuck
me harder. Fuck my ass hard. God, look how she’s writhing.” Hundreds of ants
crawling and biting. I couldn’t get away. “Dustin, Alex!!! She’s covered in so
many ants. Oh god, it looks so fucking painful, and it’s making me so hot.
Please, can I come? You’re fucking me so hard.”

Dustin and Alex.
And Carla, wasn’t it? No. Jenna. It had to be Jenna. They were watching me
being eaten alive by ants while they fucked her. They were getting off on my
discomfort, on my torture. All three of them.

The ants were
everywhere, biting my underarms and neck and the inside of my ass and pussy and
all around my nipples. With every bite, I tossed and twisted more against my
bonds, until my wrists and knees and ankles were raw from my struggle. I moaned
and screamed and cried into my gag, but no one could hear me or if anyone was
there, they didn’t care. Or maybe they liked what they saw, like Jenna
apparently did. Whichever.

When I was so
desperate for an end to it that I was ready to rip my skin free from my body, I
heard Alex say, “Come now, Jenna.” As all three of them shouted their orgasms
in my ears, a sharp stream of cold water came down over my body followed soon
after by another.

“Fuck, that’s
hot. Marina, you’re so fucking hot I’m already hard again.”

The water jets
pounded over my sensitive skin, washing the ants away even as they left me
shivering in the evening air.

“Can I fuck her
ass again?” Alex’s question came right as one of the jets shot inside my pussy,
and my back arched so high that my shoulders dug into the picnic table.

“Of course.”
Dustin grunted and I heard a sharp slap. “But let’s reposition her so I can
flog her tits. She’ll really get off on that.”

The first jet
was still pulsing in my cunt and occasionally hitting my clit while the second
shot up inside my ass. I screamed repeatedly into my gag, but I couldn’t block
out the sounds coming to my ears. Grunting, moaning, slapping, thwacking,
slurping, sloshing…all of it while, against my will, another orgasm roiled
inside me and threatened to burst over the edge.

I didn’t want to
come. I didn’t want to give Alex and Dustin the satisfaction. I didn’t want
Bradford and Davis to have that sort of control over me. With every ounce of
will I could muster, I fought back the orgasm even though I desperately needed
it.

Jenna was screaming
and begging to come again, and Alex shouted as he spent himself in her ass, and
then I was a lost cause. My body splintered into a thousand tiny shards and
everything went black.

When I came to,
I was inside what appeared to be a log cabin. The gag remained in place, but
the blindfold and headphones were gone. My arms were up overhead in a V with
the wrists attached to a bar hanging from the ceiling, my legs were spread
below me with my ankles strapped to another bar, and my feet were dangling…not
quite able to reach the floor.

A bright
spotlight was on me, and I looked down to see hundreds of tiny, angry, red bite
marks covering my most sensitive areas.  I wanted to scratch them. Desperately.
I struggled against the bonds holding me, but all that managed to accomplish
was to send me swinging.

“Finally with us
again, are you, bitch?” Davis came around from behind me, completely nude and
holding a bottle of something in his hands. His dick was at full attention.
“Aloe. It’ll take away the itch and sting, for the most part.”

He poured some
of the aloe into the palm of his hand, and then spread it over my abdomen.
Systematically, he worked until he’d covered every exposed bite…and he was
right. It did remove the stinging sensation—but all of those parts felt raw and
more hyper-sensitive than I’d ever experienced before in my life. Finally, he
had put aloe everywhere but inside my sex and my ass. I wanted relief—but I
didn’t have the first clue how he intended to go about it. Or even
if
he
was planning to give me any relief in those places.

I didn’t have to
wonder long. A door behind him opened and Bradford’s frame filled the entryway.
Naked. And hard.

In two long
strides, he had crossed over to us. “Feeling better, Fuck Toy?” His voice was
as gruff and commanding as ever.

I nodded and
mumbled into my gag.

“But not
everywhere,” he said. Then he laughed. “That cunt and asshole still sting like
a bitch, don’t they?”

If I lied, if I
tried to deny that they stung like crazy, he probably wouldn’t do anything to
ease the pain. But what would they do if I admitted to it? I was almost afraid
to know.

He gripped both
of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted. “Answer me Fuck
Toy. You still sting up inside your sweet holes, don’t you?”

I fought the
tears welling in my eyes from the pain, but it was no use. They spilled over,
which only made him grin and twist my tits again. Finally, I nodded.

Bradford
released my nipples and ignored the fact that I shouted into my gag. “Want the
same sort of relief there? Do you want some aloe in your cunt and up your ass
for those ant bites?”

I nodded again.
Then I immediately regretted it, because both Davis and Bradford poured aloe
into their hands and started coating their cocks with it.

I fought against
my bonds, but all that accomplished was putting more pressure on my wrists and
making my body flail—and having both men look even more intent than before
about what they were preparing to do. They both covered every bit of their
cocks and ball sacs with the aloe.

Then Davis
gripped my hips and lifted me slightly, and he easily slid his cock deep inside
my sex. He pumped a few times, then pulled out and added more aloe. While he
was rubbing it all over himself, Bradford moved behind me and fisted a hand in
my hair, forcing my head back so I had to look at him.

My breath caught
when I felt his cock pushing against my anus. He was so much bigger than the
fingers that had been in me earlier, and every little bit of progress he made
inside me made me want to scream more. By the time his head was fully past my
sphincter, I knew I had to be turning purple from lack of oxygen, and tears
were pouring freely down my face.