The Wasps

                                                            The Wasps

 

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            Sometimes, a spectacular approach to torturing a woman just presents itself. All of a sudden the possibilities are there and it's all too enticing and fascinating to pass up.

            So it was with the wasps. Some call them hornets or yellow jackets. All I knew was, get them mad and they would sting like Hell.

            It didn't take long with the Internet to determine their behavior. Only the females sting (how appropriate) and then only certain ones of the females, the 'defenders'  are designated to carry out this defensive task. They can sting more than once, although sometimes their stinger is left in the victim, first go, and sometimes not at all. They do not die just because they've stung but if that was their job in the colony and their stinger's gone, then they're banished since they're no longer of use. At night when it gets cool, they return to the nest and are pretty well in a sedated state, like asleep or groggy. In the morning, when the sun warms up their nest, out they come to begin another day's routine, sort of like a lot of people.

            I had her captured for several weeks now, beautiful and bold, perfect slim body and tons of superior attitude. She was pretty well a Madeleine Stowe look alike, (in Unlawful Entry, 1992) same hard little tits and tight ass and proud, saucy face like she needed to be bashed. Sitting there doing nothing, still she was just asking for it.

            She was holding up as well as I expected, (since I had a pretty good idea about their general breaking points by now) to my onslaught of unrelenting sexual abuse and repeated rapes in all manner of different and often difficult (for her) positions. I fucked her suspended by her ankles with weights pinched on her nipples. Upside down. With my dick. In her spread cunt. And that was a challenge since all the angles were wrong. I had to build a temporary scaffold.

            Anyhow, on this day, I had her attached to the ceiling by her wrists. The rest of her was free to wriggle and kick or to writhe.

Overall she was still strong and defiant so what happened next surprised me a little. I had seen her reaction to a single wasp buzzing around her while she was tied up, like I said, helpless. She was really afraid, quite terrified she'd be stung.

 

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            With her arms tied to the ceiling,  she couldn't swat it or anything. She was almost suspended but could stand on her tip toes to relieve some of the weight from her wrists. Of course, she could only do this so long before her feet would hurt and she'd have to let down which would hurt her arms even more. She just couldn't win and now the bug.

            When the wasp circled her and landed on her chest at the top of her breast, (she was naked except for silk briefs I'd burned the crotch out of while they were on her) she swung wildly, trying to scare it away. It was spectacular to watch and I had to video record it, it was all so entertaining. But all this served to do was make her sweat which attracted the insect even more and eventually it stung her in her tit about two inches to the side of her nipple. How utterly excellent and I caught the exact moment on the recorder, as her face contorted in response. Then again it would have been so much more perfect if it had stung her nipple, left its poisonous stinger right in a milk duct.

            Which, being who I am, it got me to thinking, how to arrange that.

            So the first things I needed were the wasps. I knew where the nest was up under the eave and it was quite accessible from the verandah railing which was flat enough to stand on. I collected a clear plastic container about a foot square and eighteen inches deep. It had a snap on lid which had to be pried off once in place. I cut a round hole in the side just under an inch  in diameter. I covered the hole with duct tape on the outside.

            I waited until about midnight and went to capture the nest. I held the container just under it and used a wide, flat trowel to detach it from the eave in one smooth cut. It plopped into the container and I quickly got down and snapped the lid on. It took about ten seconds, but one by one they began coming out, the defenders with the stingers, the females designated  to sting and repel any aggression. They were mad as a hornet, you might say and their buzzing was intense. Because of the cold and the dark, they still weren't at full throttle. When I went inside where it was warm and bright, in no time there was a furious army of about two hundred buzzing, enraged little friends of mine.

 

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            For this particular entertainment, I had tied her to the bed, full spread eagled, after she was stung while suspended. I told her I had a surprise for her but it'd have to be later.

            Now it was later.

            I took the buzzing container to the side of her bed and set it on a table.

            'What? What are you doing? What time is it? Why do you have those?'

            'Remember I told you I had a surprise for you?' I reminded her.

            She just looked at the wasps and at me and didn't reply.

            'Well this is it. They're it.' I said.

            'What do you mean? They're it? You're not making sense.'

            'You'll see. It'll all come together.'

            'What are you going to do? Why do you have them?'

            I left the container and got right up onto the bed with her like I'd done dozens of times already. I slid my middle finger full into her spread pussy and pushed her clit against her cunt bone. I jabbed at her cervix and went back to her clit digging my nail into it almost creasing her.

            'No. No. Stop it. Not that again. You said you wouldn't any more. Please..'

            'Fuck you. You deserve this.' I said as I scraped her.

            Then I went to where her tit had been stung and pinched the little hole where the stinger showed as a tiny black dot surrounded by a swollen white ring and I pinched her really hard like I was trying to force it back out like removing a sliver. A tiny bit of blood showed.

            'Ow. Ouch. Stop it.'

            'You know, that was a pretty smart wasp. It must have been horny, a horny hornet, biting you on the tit. What if it'd stung you on the nipple? What would you have thought of that?'

            'Stop it please. Please, it hurts.'

            'Yeah, but I should get it out, like taking out a splinter.'

            'No. Please just leave it in. It's OK. I'm OK with it. Just..'

            'No. I want it out.' I insisted.

 

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            I retrieved a hat pin, about three inches long with a pearl head and placed the point right to the center of the sting. I picked at the stinger a bit and then shoved the pin in about two inches into her tit as close to on top of the stinger as I could.

            'For God's sake, what do you think you're doing? For God's sake stop it. You didn't have to do that to get it out.'

            I suppose she was right but I just liked the look and the feel of it. The moment the flesh yields to the point to be pierced, first the dent and then the puncture and how it looked sticking out of her since it wasn't supposed to be there.

            'No. No. This should work. You'll see, it'll work.'

            'What do you mean? Work what?' She was perplexed and suspicious.

            'I'm going to jerk the pin out, rip it out real fast and the stinger should come out with it. Don't you think?'

            'No, please. No. Just leave it like I said.

            'On the count of three.'

            Please. Don't. Please stop. I'm Ok with it in.'

            'One.'

            'No. No just don't.'

            'Two.'

            'Be reasonable, please be...'

            'Three.'

            With that I yanked the pin out and a shot and spray of blood followed along after it. It stained my bare chest which I loved. When I licked it away, the stinger was still in her.

            'Shit, it's still there. Stubborn little bugger isn't it?'

            'Just leave it. It'll go by itself. They dissolve on their own, so just leave it please.'

            'No. No I want it out now. I guess I'll need a bigger needle, like a nail and maybe some tweezers.'

            'For God's sake, why do you have to  do it? Why are you so determined? Why do you enjoy hurting me so much? Tell me. Tell me why?'

 

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            'Why? Because I can and you can't stop me and because I've done it so many times before now it's an acquired taste and because you have a cunt that needs re-arranging, like opened up. How about them whys?

How about them or you want some more?'

            'Oh no. No. Please. Why..?'

            'So fucking shut up already or I'll stick you where it really hurts.'

            She turned whiter than before since she knew for certain her slit was in play for the piercing so she shut up. She was crying inside but kept it from sneaking out, at least for now.

            I found a four inch finishing nail from my stash of piercing goodies and also found a standard pair of sharp pointed tweezers. I'd use the nail first and the tweezers next if it didn't work. I cleaned her off again from the additional blood seepage and clearly could make out the stinger and the hole I'd made with the hat pin. The nail had a much greater diameter and was spiral and rough from being galvanized. I brought the relatively blunt point to her and shoved it in right where the first hole showed. It took considerable force but felt lovely as the flesh burst. She screeched harder and I pushed harder until the nail was three inches into her. She didn't like it at all and neither did her tit.

            'Oh God please. That hurts. That really hurts. Please don't do any more. So please. So please. I'm begging..'

            Well we still have to get it out. Pull it out to finish the job.'

            'No. It'll hurt too much. And it's so rough it'll tear a rough hole in my breast. Look at my breasts. Don't you like them? How they look. I know they're not very big but I've been told they're beautiful. I like my breasts, look at them. Why do you want to make a mess of them? Please. Just please don't do it. Don't let it, the nail do it. How else can I beg you?'

            'You really don't want me to?'

            'Of course I don't. Of course.' She sensed a bit of false hope.

            'You're sure?'

            'Yes. Yes I'm sure. I don't want you to.'

 

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            'OK then. OK. That's fine. But it has to come out.'

            'What? But you said. What?'

            'It has to come out so that means you'll have to do it.'

            'Oh no. No. That's not what I meant. You know that. No I can't. You know I can't.'

            'But now you have to. You have no choice. You told me you were sure you didn't want me to, so now you have to do it.'

            'No. That's not right. You can't make me. I won't. What'll you do if I refuse? You cant make me.'

            Of course, that was just the challenge I needed. Like a red flag to my prick.

            She was in for it extra now.

            I undid her from the bed, cuffed her wrists in front of her and dragged her by the hair to a chair about eighteen inches high. I got her up to stand on it using her cunt as a grip while hugging her ass. I pulled her arms straight up above her head by attaching the cuffs to a rope through  a hook in the ceiling and then fixed to a ratchet device which would allow me to raise or lower her at will.

I snapped a pair of vice grip pliers onto the protruding nail head and let them hang down on her tit. I made sure they were the heavy ones and that hurt her extra. Now I tied a line from the pliers to the ceiling pulled tight and the whole arrangement pulled her tit pretty well straight up into a cone shape. Her tits may have been little but now they were little and long. I took lots of close up digital stills since it looked so great. Now I let off  her wrist line about three feet.

            Finally all was ready.

            'What do you think happens next?' I asked.

            'I don't know. You're crazy so how could I possibly know?'

            'Well guess. Use your intelligent imagination.'

            'No. Fuck you. I said I don't know.'

            'What happens next is you get the nail out.'

            'But I can't. My arms. I can't reach.'

            'Sure you can. You don't have to reach. All you have to do is step or jump off the chair and out the nail comes. See how it works now?'

 

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            'You're vicious and mean and I won't. I can't.'

            'I'm in no hurry. Eventually you'll have to. You can't stand like that forever. Like, you'll fall asleep. What then?'

            'Oh shit and shit. How can you do this. How can you dream up such perversions? Such travesties?'

            'I liked perversions better. But travesties isn't that bad either. You speak pretty good, like educated and all.'

            'I'm  university... I can't.  Please. Just please. I can't endure it.'

            'Well just step down then and you won't have to wait. It's going to happen anyway so better sooner than after. Don't you think?'

            'No I don't think that. I don't want it at all, to do it at all.'

            'That makes sense, but I could make you.'

            'No, you said you weren't in any hurry. I could take as long as I want even if I fell asleep, so do what you said and leave it to me.'

            'I think I've changed my mind. I'd like you to get on with it so I can get on with something else I've got planned for you.'

            'I will not. I won't. What? Have you got to do now?'

            'Never mind. Just jump down.'

            She flatly refused and just stood there trembling but still defiant. Geeze I wanted to stick it in her ass but first the nail had to be torn out. It was just arbitrary but it was also the beauty of having absolute control, doing what I wanted just because I could. I got up slowly, went to her and let my hands roam all over her and inside her. I pushed on her lightly like I was going to shove her off the chair. She jiggled and did a little dance to keep her balance and her legs trembled her cunt right in my face. She peed a squirt down her leg.

            'Stop it please. I'll fall. No.'

            'Isn't that the idea?'

            'No stop it.'

            I stepped back and gripped onto her cunt and pulled forward like I was going to bring her right off.      If I'd let go she would have fallen she was so arched. I pushed her back so she could continue standing.

            'Fucking wimp. Stupid wimp, cunt bitch. What good are you? Can't even hold your piss.  ' I spit at her.

 

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            She looked relieved, but beaten and still wouldn't step down on her own. She tested the pain in her tit by lowering herself a little thus having the nail pulled tighter to see if she could ease it out. But it just hurt too much and she had to back off after each try.

            Now it was time to play for keeps.

            I retrieved a lever action Daisy BB rifle I'd had for years and sat down in front of her about eight feet away. I loaded it with BB's making a big show and lots of noise about it.

            'What are you up to? Please, I can't do what you said. It'll hurt too much and I could tear my breast open.'

            'You face me. You fucking face me or it's your cunt I'll slit open.'

            Without warning, I cocked the gun and fired, hitting her in the inner thigh about three inches below her crotch.

            She squealed out and begged, 'Stop it. You can't do that. It's not right.'

            'Well you make a right fine target and I can do it and I will until you get off the fucking chair.'

            I cocked the gun again and fired, hitting her up stretched arm at the elbow.

            'Yes. Stop it. I'll do it. Give me some time, a minute to get up the courage, please.'

            I fired at the pliers next and the BB ricocheted off them almost coming back to hit me. I ducked.

            'Fuck. Can't have that, can we?'

            I fired again and caught her tit about an inch off her areola, beside the pliers.

            'Stop it. You're not giving me a chance. I told you I'll do it, just let me collect myself please.'

            It was time to play dirty.

            I readied to fire again and aimed for her crease.

            She could tell.

            'No. No. You can't...'

 

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            Just as she was about to step off the chair, I fired and it lodged in the soft tissue of her outer labia, but inside. She shrieked great wails and more flew off the chair. The nail ripped out and hung there all bloody from the pliers and she slumped down unconscious, hanging by her wrists. I walked right up to her, BB gun in hand, cocked. I got down to inspect the wound in her cunt. Fuck it was neat, precise, like a punch hole. I had to give it a friend. I pressed the muzzle of the rifle right beside her injury and fired again. I wrapped my arm around her ass tight and pulled her to my face. I pried her open with my other hand and pinched the entry holes. I could feel both of them in her like two peas in a cunt, about a quarter inch apart. I pulled her up tight by the wrists using the ratchet until she was suspended about two inches off the floor. I got a low wooden box to stand on and used it to help me fuck her hanging like that. The nail had torn a pretty ragged hole in her tit, pulled some of the milk duct shit out so I assumed the stinger came out too.

            Mission accomplished, so as to say.

            Anyhow, I did her unconscious and it only took about twenty thrusts for me to cream her. I let her hang there awhile, while I cleaned up and then got her down and re-tied to the bed, spread eagled again. I'd taken about an hour and a half  being side-tracked and really wanted to get back to the wasps. They had their missions and certainly sounded impatient.

            I brought her to with the smelling salts.

            'Oh God. You shot me. Me in my... Oh God. How could you? How could you do that?'

            'Twice. I shot you twice in the cunt and I'd like to a hundred, no five hundred times, right into your clit head. But that wouldn't be practical,  would it?'

            'No. No. You didn't. I can't tell. You didn't. Say you didn't.'

            I walked up to her, BB gun in hand again and levered it.'

            'You think I'm lying. I'd lie about blasting your twat twice?'

            'No. You didn't.'

            'Twat twice. Twat twice. Has a ring to it doesn't it? Sort of musical and comical.'

 

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            'No. Please don't taunt me or make fun of me. It's not at all funny.'

            'Twat thrice, yeah, three times. Twat thrice, lets say we go for that.' I laughed meanly.

            'Stop it. Stop. I didn't mean that.'

            I traced the gun barrel down her stomach, over her bush to the top of her slit. If I fired then, she'd have a holy clit. I wanted to, so badly, but held off and went down lower to where I'd already shot her  twice and wriggled the barrel in nicely and while looking her right in the eyes, gave her the third pellet. She lurched forward and flopped back and was out cold again. No fucking stamina, the bitch. But then how would I like it, or hold up, if some cunt was firing them into my pecker head?

            So yeah, fuck that must have hurt. From what I could tell, feeling around inside her, the last pellet went in through one of the previous wounds. Great fucking shot I was from half an inch away.

            Anyhow, enough already with the BBing her. The wasps were even more impatient.

            When I brought her to this time, she didn't argue much or contradict me at all. She was going the diplomatic route. The route of reason, or so she thought she'd try.

            'So, guess what? The fucking stinger's out of your tit. It took a bit of doing, sort of convoluted you might say, but it's gone. But remember we were talking? What we were talking about?'

            'Uh. No. You're hurting me too much. No I don't.'

            'Sure you do. You just want to pretend you don't.'

            'I'm too sore to think. I don't know.'

            'I hate cunts that lie to me. That's the one thing you don't want to be doing. You'll pay. Worse than you ever thought possible. So what was it?'

            'OK. OK. You were saying about the wasp stinging my nipple, you were..'

 

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            'So you knew. And you said you didn't.'

            'Yes but. No..'

            'So what did you do?'

            'No. I. Yes...'

            'What did you do?'

            'Yes. I lied to you. I'm sorry. Yes I lied. I lied....'

            She just sort of kept repeating it softly, like she was on automatic pilot, a stuck record and knew it had horrible meanings to have had to have said that to me.

            'Hey. Snap out of it. You'll pay for that later. Now I was asking you what about your nipple. The wasp stinging you. Like you said, what about your nipple? You think it'd hurt that much more? Do you suppose?'

            'Please just stop it. You're getting carried away by the violence. You have to stop it before you do something really serious to me.'

            'Well no, I don't really. I don't have to stop anything and you should know by now I'm only getting started. So why don't we find out? That's the surprise. We're gonna find out.'

            'You're  crazy and the chances of that are slim to none, so don't bother even trying.'

            'Well maybe there's a way.' I offered.

            'What? No way. They don't sting on command where you want. No way.'

            'Maybe not. Maybe so.' I replied enigmatic.

            I climbed up on her and gave her a slow fifteen minute, uneventful fuck. It was like blowing my nose, by now, only it was my load. I just loved the fact I could do it at the slightest whim whenever and however I wanted. I owned her hole and the three BB's imbedded in it, which she must have gone numb by then because she barely protested about the pain in her labia, like it was anesthetized. When I pulled out I was back to the hornets at last.

            I shook the container to really stir them up good and I shone a bright light into it and they buzzed berserk. The defenders, all two, to three hundred of them wanted to sting something.

 

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            I had a test tube and also a large syringe with a plunger, I'd adapted for my vile purposes and decided to start  with the test tube. It was an inch and a quarter in diameter and sort of a yellow Pyrex and was eight inches long, (like a puny dildo). I pulled the duct tape from the hole in the side of the container and held the test tube opening to it, tight. In about five minutes, four of the little buzzing buggers had crawled into it. I slid a cap onto the test tube end and re-taped the container's side hole. I had my soldiers. My prisoners of whore for the bitch.

            She couldn't believe what she saw. I was climbing up onto the bed, onto her holding a sort of clear test tube with wasps furiously buzzing inside. It was to say, the rest was pretty easy but utterly delightful. I'd thought up something else, at the last moment, and had tongs and a little butane fire starter within easy reach.

            'What are you doing? What the Hell are you up to. You must be mad, more than demented. You're preposterous.'

            'That's interesting. I've been called a lot of nasty things by terrified cunts, often at the top of their lungs, but preposterous, that's a new one. Demented. That's OK. I'll thank you for that compliment, but preposterous. You're gonna pay for that. You're fucking going to pay and I don't mean this.' I paused. 'And oh, by the way, I'm not mad, but they are.'

            With that I held the test tube opening just off her nipple, slid the cap off and pressed the tube tight into her hard little tit. Her nipple pushed right up inside like a target, an invitation to the wasps. She tried to thrash me off but I had puled her arms and legs so tight it was pointless but it felt terrific just the same, and seeing her rib cage all distended as she tried to twist away was extra fabulous. I pushed a big pillow under her head so she could watch, had to watch, their progress.

            After about five minutes, the first wasp was right on her nipple but didn't bite her. I flicked the side of the tube with my fingers and they buzzed more angrily. Another was back on her bud but still didn't bite. Mostly they wanted to be at the closed, round end away from her.

 

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            I'd take care of that. I mean, enough was enough. It'd been twenty minutes already and not a single bite.

            I held the tube fast with the tongs and lit the fire starter. It was like a small handgun you clicked the trigger to keep the flame and let go to extinguish it. I applied the flame to the closed end of the tube. In no time the air inside started to heat up. The hornets were being attacked, like roasted. I shut the flame down and it had done the trick. The little buggers were beyond pissed and the first was onto her bud and gave her the stinger but more off to the side. She shrieked, partly too since she could feel the heat of the test tube on her areola, but it was being stung that really brought out the cries. She probably didn't think she had that much volume in her and while it almost hurt my ears it was pure music for me, a rhapsody of wails and a parade of protests.

            'For God's sake. Stop it. (Couldn't she think of anything else to say? Like something original?) You're a maniac. You fucking maniac. Stop it.'

            'What, no preposterous? Not a preposterous maniac? More like a serious one now? Don't you think?'

            'Go to Hell. Go all to fucking Hell.'

            'That's not very lady like or gentile. Not very educated like you were about to say before. University. University cunt. Think you're better. Think your cunt's better. Yeah, you're right, it's better for torturing. Oh yeah, so let's see again.'

            I applied the flame again, only a bit longer and within ten seconds the others were stinging her just perfect, like they knew what they had to do to get free. Their stingers were almost side by side, on top of each other, right down her nipple's center. Like a dart's bull's eye. They weren't dead so I contained them and returned them to the others. They were my bud biting buddies and I saluted them for a job done perfect.

            I wanted to study how her nipple looked now. It was beautiful fantastic. I could see the three black dots and she was swelling up, on top of already being erect. I pinched her and suckled her and got my teeth on to her also.

 

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            I was ready to rape her again mainly because her intense cries of pain were exciting my cock so much. Her nipple was swelling up even more, becoming like a tiny, smooth balloon, instead of textured, and the bigger it got the more it primed my pump. I knew I had to go for it. I had to do the squish, like flat as a fluke, see her burst and splatter. Popped like a zit.

            Pliers would be too fast so better to use the nipple crushers I'd designed and made myself. They were nothing very complicated, more heavy duty versions of the screw type S and M shops sell. I used two flat pieces of quarter inch steel cut three inches long and three quarters of an inch wide with matching holes at each end for threaded bolts and hex nuts to tighten down with a mechanic's socket wrench. They easily crushed a Brazil nut flat, breaking the shell and forcing all the juice out of the nut's body so a spongy nipple was never going to be a match for them. I'd utilized them to great effect and greater screams on previous victims and even managed to squish the stuffing out of inverted nipples. They were great clit crushers too and finger joint breakers.

            The bitch was in front  of me with her bulged little bulb, like Rudolph's nose. I laid the pliers in the valley between her tits and she balked, like almost barked.

            'What the Hell. Is there no end to it with you? What the bloody Hell? What are you doing now?'

            'Bloody Hell. That's about right. I want to get the swelling down. Your nipple  is up like a bull frog's throat, all smooth and distended.'

            'No. No. Just let it be, please.'

            'I'll take care of the swelling.'

            'Please just listen. No don't. Not with that, with those.'

            I picked up the pliers and got her grape between the jaws. I squeezed lightly. She said about twenty God's and no's in a row in various combinations of sincere terror.

            Imagine that, she didn't want her swollen nipple crushed.

 

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            I was waiting for her to tell me not to use the pliers, to use the word, 'pliers'.

            'Oh God. For God's sake, it's inhuman. I'm a human being. And it's inhuman to do that with pliers to a woman, especially after how you made them sting me. Stop it please. Just, just stop it.'

            'And you said it couldn't be done. What was it you said, 'the chances of that are slim to none', so what do you think now?'

            'Yes, you're right. You made them do it, so that they's do it, but don't use the pliers. I implore you.'

            'Implore? University shit again? Very well.' I said. 'I'll use this instead.'

            'What? What is this?'

            'I call them, it, turtle pliers, turtle clamps, like super slow ones. They crush real slow and in the smallest of increments.'

            She followed with about a hundred 'Oh God no's'.

            I applied the crusher to her nipple, to each side of her expanded bud and began to tighten the two hex nuts. First one and then the other, back and forth. I did them as tight as I could using just my fingers and left her that way for awhile. While it hurt her somewhat, I think she thought I was done since they were as tight as I could get them just using my hands.

            Then I retrieved the socket wrench.

            'Time to get serious.' I gloated as I gave her a kiss and bit on her ear. She jerked her head away and spit at me. I hit her in the temple with the wrench, plenty hard. I almost knocked the cunt out. A trickle of blood was down to her cheek.

            'No. Stop it. What? Oh, you can't use that.'

            'Just watch me, cunt.'

            I paused.

            'Just feel me, cunt.'

 

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            I started tightening each nut, alternately, just a tiny bit more using the wrench. It wasn't long before she was squished out pretty good. I had her flattened to about a quarter inch wide and she was howling like a banshee. Some erectile tissue and the little erection muscles were already crushed beyond healing and a respectable amount of blood mixed with opaque, milky fluid that was seeping out the protruding sides. About six more turns of each nut and she'd be crushed fully flat, like a stamped on stamp. I decided to wait, to hold off with the final crush and got into her and sliding back and forth until I greased her cervix. She barely acknowledged my cum.

            Now it was time to get nasty for real.

            I smacked her face several times and glared at her real mean and gave her a nice kiss, but then bit her lower lip. Her blood dripped to her chin and I joined it to the blood on her cheek and I streaked her chest with it. I circled her good nipple with it.

            I was back to the wasps in the big container. I shook it to stir them up again and in about five minutes and five infuriated, hostile buzzers inside the large syringe. I'd modified it so the pointy end was cut off, which left about a one inch diameter tube, about five inches long with the plunger at the other end. I'd found a cap to fit the opened end.

            I climbed up on her again, waving the device in front of her and squeezing her un-stung tit hard.

            'What is that? What? Why? Different? Why is it different?

            'It's special. I made it myself.' I said proudly, like boasting.

            As if she gave a flying fuck how it came to be, just that it was and now I was approaching her again with no mercy in my groin or eyes.

            I aimed it for her other nipple.

            'Oh no. Please don't do my other one. Please no. You've almost ruined my nipple already. What you've done. I don't think it'll heal, at least not for a long time.'

 

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            Yeah, you could be right. You'd probably need plastic surgery on it, maybe even a transplant. Should be lots of spare nipples available for that.' I joked. 'I've even got a few in my collection.'

            'You're disgusting and heartless.'

            'Yeah. So? Geeze, you'd think it hurt or something. The way you're all flattened and squished out.'

            'Of course it hurts. You know that. You think I was screaming out for nothing. But you like to hear me scream, don't you...'

            'Music to my ears and dick...cunt.'

            She continued right on, 'That's why you did it, like a sadist. And the clamp thing's so much worse, so just stop hurting my breast, please.'

            'You're sure?' I asked.

            'Uh? What? Of what?' She was the same confused and suspicious as before.

            'You're sure you want me to stop with your tits?'

            'Of course, I'm sure. What kind of question is that? And take that thing off me. Of course I'm sure.'

            (It was a trick question, but not like a magician. She still didn't fully recognize my set ups.)

            'OK. I just wanted to be certain.'

            'Why?' She was more suspicious. She smelled a rat, besides me.

            'Why? What?' I acted dumb.

            'Why do you want to be certain, when you should already know the answer? To the obvious?'

            'Because, (and here it now came) they're going somewhere, like,' I paused for heightened terror effect, 'inside you.'

            'Oh my God. Oh my God. God. God. No. No. You can't. You can't possible. Not possibly be serious. That's inhuman. Insane. Please. Please. I'm begging you from the bottom of my heart, have a heart. Be human. No. No. No....'

            She'd really outdone herself with the pleading.

 

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            'That was a pretty decent spiel. You ever begged like that before in your life? In your fucking privileged life, you stupid cunt?'

            'Just stop it. Nothing's privileged about my life now.'

            'Yeah, but you know what you said, no more nipple stings, so..'

            I had my hand, my fingers spreading her labia open. She started to buck like a Brahma bull so I had to set the syringe down, with it capped at the open end. I tied nylon cords to each of her legs right at the top at her crotch and attached them to ratchets which were anchored to the walls. I pulled everything snug and then started to really spread  her V at the hip joints. After about six more clicks of each device, I almost had her legs dislocated from her sockets. The balls almost popped out of her joints. Her V was pulled eight inches wide and the cords cut into the fatty flesh at the very top of her thighs, scrapping the flesh red and then white as some skin chaffed off. Her labia were pulled a bit open also. Now I was back to her with the hornets and she couldn't buck. I slid the cap off and shoved the syringe full into her cunt except for the end and the plunger. She was beyond disbelief and I loved how the expressions on her face melted from rage to fear to just plain utter anxiety. All as she tried to cope with the inexplicable horrors being applied to her flesh. Now I started to push on the syringe plunger forcing the wasps along. When it was fully in, they would have to be out of it and inside her cunt, crawling all about along her lining. I had about two inches to go but one must have  crawled out, into her on its own and stung her pretty well right away. Her pubic area shuddered and then wrenched and convulsed. Her shrieks reached new volumes. Fantastic notes of terror. And fantastic how her tits shook too. Even though they were small and hard they wiggled like Jello. I gave the plunger the last push and pulled the syringe out fast and pinched her labia together with two hands to close off her vaginal canal. I squeezed and  massaged her too and banged on her to stir the guys inside her up even more. The fuckers were trapped in her and it seemed like she was attacking them with the blows I gave her in her crotch and they started to let her have it like crazy.

 

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            Over and over and over, their stingers pierced her cunt lining. You have never seen a crotch convulse like that. Even with her leg joints about to be dislocated, she was managing to writhe in the most awful, but spectacular manner. She was bucking up and down, her crotch trying to twist away and all it made them do was sting her more. Now her whole hips went into convulsions and spasms as I squeezed her labia tighter shut. She seemed to finally dislocate one leg joint and for a second my grip loosened and one of the little devils wriggled out all covered with cunt slime. It tried to fly but couldn't. It was too gooed up. There were still four inside her pussy. I was guessing from her shrieks she'd been stung seven or eight times and the thing was, one was onto her cervix, right at the pucker, and about to give her the bite again.

            I watched in delight and fascination as her whole face changed from agony to abject agony and then she yelped to pass out. I let go of her cunt lips and within about ten minutes the last little yellow jacket, all covered in cunt guck, was out and away. She must have bled some because the last one out was more a red jacket. I figured for the spectacular job they'd done entertaining me, they deserved their freedoms so I let them go. Funny thing was, I wasn't into killing any living creature, insects or ants or whatever.       Just arrogant bitch cunts and they were my sport so it wasn't murder to me, but the rewards, the prizes.

            So now back to her, I wanted to revive her fast since I figured now would hurt the most so I gave her some extra whiffs of the smelling salts and a goodly number of smacks across her tear streaked face. In about five minutes she was awake screaming at the top of her lungs, her rib cage perfectly stretched, profiled so I could count them and pick one out to break if I wanted to.

            I pushed my fingers into her  and it surely felt different, unique, you might say. The three BB shots were still in her labia lip and there were multiple hard lumps on her lining wall and  one, of all things, had managed to wriggle to her clit, at the base where it joined her meat, to sting her. That must have been one of the loudest screams before her cervix got the venom.

 

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            I pushed my fingers  back and forth inside  her, and she wasn't lubricating any more. I pumped faster and she just seemed to get dryer. I guess the poison had fucked up her juice glands, at least for awhile. Her fountain was paralyzed.

            No time to waste, I had a super great idea.

            What had this bitch done in life to deserve all this?

            I got a role of paper towel and shoved great wads of it into her absorbing what was left of her cunt slime. When I was finished, all her natural lubrication was gone and she couldn't secrete any more, at least not yet. I stuffed the first couple of wads into her mouth and she spit them out soon after. Still she was plenty disgusted by the taste and the act. I was going to ram fuck her, an adult woman, dry, who had numerous wasp bites inside her canal and on her vix and clit.

            What could be more perfect?

            Of course,  the almost crushed nipple still hanging there waiting to be eliminated which in all my other enjoyment, I'd almost forgotten about.

            I finished with the socket wrench and fully flattened her. She could never heal since all the guts were out and flat and the liquid sprayed about. Small wonder she'd passed out again. It took fifteen minutes with the salts and lots of face wacks to bring her to.

            'Wake up, you cunt bitch. Wake the fuck up. The best is yet to come. Lot's more to come.'

            Finally she was on to screaming at maximum volume. I thought she'd rupture her vocal cords or my ear drums, or at least burst a blood vessel in her temple.

            I gave her one last paper towel go and her cunt was like the mouth of a woman dying of thirst in the desert. Her cunt was parched and I rammed her as hard as I possibly could. I actually hurt my balls smashing into her. My prick is not all that big but I tore her pretty good, like I'd used a course rasp. She gave one high pitched wail and was out cold again. I liked them to feel the abuse so I paused and revived her again. How many times had I done that? I wondered.

 

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            I continued the fun.

            Essentially  her blood became her lubricant and I did her in about half an hour. I had to bring her to several times but she'd pass right out again from the unimaginable searing pain. I pulled out of her about five minutes after blowing my load, and left her there all broken and ripped.

            I still had two more hornet tricks up my sleeve but first I had to give her the enema.

            I got her conscious again and got her tied to a table face down, her feet still on the ground but her legs spread good. I think her hip joint had cracked but not dislocated because even though she shrieked in agony with each step, she could sort of hobble along. I shoved her a couple of times just to watch her tumble and struggle to get back up. I told her I'd shoot her nipple off if she didn't try, so she did. I got the big farm  bucket and a tarp and was at her good with the basting syringe and solution. I emptied her out in about half an hour and cleaned up the mess and washed her crack squeaky clean. It stunk some but what was to come made it well worthwhile.

            When she was properly ready, I couldn't resist. My prick was flag pole straight and kept bumping her ass when I'd reach forward for a few hard tit grabs. So I fucked her almost as an aside. Her sphincter was there rosy clean and my prick was full at attention so they were meant to meet again.

            Now I was back for more of the little buzzing buggers. In ten minutes, I had five of them inside her rectum. I held a pair of her silk panties to her to keep her from farting them out. Once they started to bite her, she popped up and down like she was standing on hot coals. She'd give a little jump up with a deep shriek  and the back of her legs would jiggle (like her tits) and then tighten. I counted nine jumps in all over twenty minutes and feeling charitable, felt that was enough. Besides I was ready to fuck her again. I let them crawl out of her and fly away, which this time they were able to do. But I'm sure I only counted four. I think one had gone right up into her past her internal sphincter into her rectum, maybe into her large intestines, if that was possible.

 

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            Holy fuck, maybe I should have her swallow them.

            Whatever, I thought to myself. I figured that'd probably kill her if they stung her windpipe and her air supply got cut off if she swelled up and it wasn't my plan for her to die yet.

            I butt fucked her about half an hour after the forth little guy flew off figuring I'd take the chance my knob might get stung.

            I left her tied to the table and was pumping merrily away, cooing into her ear and twisting what was left of her crushed nipple when I couldn't believe my cock.

            It was lanced and on fire.

            I must have prick bashed the last little bugger and he gave me the good bite in return right into my purple knob. Well mother of fuck, shit, did that hurt. I yelped like a wimp and jerked out of her to inspect my injured member. There it was. The familiar black dot of venomous pain. She thought it was funny, or at least just retribution, so I gave her a hard fist drive right into her spread pussy and she stopped laughing because she was crying.

I was off to the bathroom to nurse my knob. It took awhile but the throbbing settled down and I soaked it in really hot water and then applied some ice, which took courage, and I came to the conclusion I appreciated it'd happened. Because now I had a small idea, a fraction of the idea, of the pain she was enduring and so, I was so ready to finish her the butt fuck knowing better how much it would hurt her.

            She was special sore from the punch to her labia and all throughout she moaned and only sort of protested. She was starting to cave plus I told her I'd punch her again, but lots harder,  if she didn't co-operate.

            I still had more wasp plans for her so I gave her the nice juice load and pulled out and gave her another labia  fist and then just left her tied like that since I had the last deal to set up.

            It would be a doozy.

 

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            The verandah, of my house, was to the back and was recessed so it couldn't be seen from the front or the sides, plus the house was plenty secluded surrounded by forest and a hundred acres of my land. I had a six by six foot wooden storage shed built into one end of it. It was water tight and weather proof when it's door was shut  and it had a lexan unbreakable window about a foot square and a light inside I could control from outside. In about twenty minutes, I emptied it out.

            I was back inside for her and taped her mouth good. I wrapped the duct tape around her jaw about thirty layers and real tight since she was going outside (for the first and last times) and I didn't want to take any chances. I hauled her through the house, as she hobbled along with her buggered hip joint and into the storage shed. She was sort of like a sack and shrieked but it was all perfectly muffled. I tied her by the neck to the pointed ceiling and then fed the rope outside through a small hole and tied it off to the railing. I left about a foot of slack for her to jerk around. I purposely left her arms and legs fully lose for the same reason, like so she could flail. She just looked at me all scared and confused. What had I dreamed up now?

            I was back inside retrieving the wasp's nest in the container and was back to her in the shed. I pulled the lid off the container and tossed the whole works into the shed and slammed the door shut locked. The light was on and my nose pressed to the window.

            Well, talk about a dance. The whole nest split open and the fuckers were everywhere. She was twisting and swatting at them wildly all arms and legs and tits bouncing. Then they started to sting her all over. She was fully fucking terrified. I figured one might get her extra good and she might have to pass out and if she did, she'd hang herself. That's why I tied the rope off outside so I could let her lose and she could flop to the floor. After about twenty minutes of the most imaginative jigs you've ever seen, holy shit of all things, one stung her in the eye. She strained and went out cold and sprawled onto the floor and the determined fuckers kept on stinging her. I think she'd landed on a couple and squished them and this sent out a signal of some kind to the others because the fury and the intensity of their biting only increased, like to a crescendo.

 

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            Didn't they know they should have been stinging me?

            After about an hour, now it was time to rescue her.

            I turned out the light and opened the shed door wide and they flew out almost like a swarm and headed for the other end of the verandah where their nest had been. They concentrated on that area and paid no attention to me as I pulled her up from the floor and half dragged her back into the house, and onto the bed.

            Well she looked like she had the measles and her eye was right swollen. She was, for the first time, sort of ugly but I still loved her anyway and proved it once again with my cock. She was the polka dot girl with little nipples all over her and I counted one hundred and thirty-eight bites not including the ones inside her cunt and ass hole.

            Geeze, how had it started? With just one accidental nip.

            Geeze, before that first one precipitously went for her tit, I'd never even thought about her having even a single sting.

            Such is fate and the creative imagination that seizes the day and the moment. Opportunity only bit me once but her about a hundred and fifty times.

            It took her almost a week for most of the effects of the big feast to wear off and her eye looked funny for another month. It almost killed her but not quite and so she was still available to me for other ingenious methods of torture and mutilations, till death do us part.

           

            How could she know?

            Why I loved the Forth of July so much more than most?

            How could she know?

            Firecrackers.

            Big, bang firecrackers.

            Like little sticks of dynamite for wherever they'd fit.

            Or could be forced to fit.

            How could she know?

 

            Hot damn.

            Hot, hot damn.

            Hot time in the cunt tonight...