“The most sensitive people suffer haemophilia and convulsions,” he said.

"Muscle paralysis, cramping," he continued, "you could end up stiff as a board, struggling to even breathe for a while."

I moaned as Anton came back, his cock glistening and sticky. "Could I die?" I asked.

Donald shook his head, "I have a counter toxin, though it hurts."

I moaned and opened my mouth in expectation. I couldn't believe how kinky this all was. As Anton pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him in, Donald added. "If you do end up temporarily paralysed. You won't feel a thing, So we will put you through hell before giving you the counter toxin." I moaned and shuddered. That sounded like so much fun to me.

As Anton continued to fuck my throat, I noticed an inching sensation, and I couldn't help but moan at it. It was as if every thrust he made scratched at an itch. It was, by far, the most enjoyable blowjob I had ever given. Not only was I aroused by his reaction, but stimulated by the sexual nature of the action. But each thrust was satisfying, scratching that itch I felt in my mouth and throat.

Unfortunately, it did not last as long as I wanted it to. I swear, if there were a **** to cause this, then a multitude of women would be cumming as men fucked their throats. But after only a minute or two, I felt a strong jolt through my right shoulder and up my neck. Within the next minute, my whole body was wracked with tension. My throat was tense as Anton **** his way into me. Donald moaned as the paralysis descended, my cunt squeezing him until he shuddered at every movement.

My arms stiffened, one hand holding a tit as the other balanced me. It took them quite a while to realise I was no longer responding. Anton pulled out of my throat and looked down at me, my mouth agape, my jaw stiff.

"Dude, are you sure she didn't die, 'cause fuck, she's stiff like she died four hours ago?"

The unnamed woman fucking Mark laughed, "How the fuck do you know when rigour Mortis sets in?" she asked, moaning as she rode my boyfriend.

"Fucking CSI, what's your fucking problem?" he shot back.

Unceremoniously, Donald tipped me off of him. He stood up and took a breath, his cock throbbing in front of him. "Time for the real fun to begin," he said. He turned to look at Mark, "If we wanted to fuck her up real good, I mean, she will not be able to do it twice, but she would love it…."

Mark moaned, and the woman on top of him said, "Oh, he's cumming, do it. I want to see how much he can cum."

Donald nodded and pointed in a direction I could not see.

I could move my eyes and feel some things, but any surface sensation was gone. I was as stiff as a block of carved wood, unable to move my arms or legs. I couldn't turn my head and, for the first time, realised I was indeed at their mercy. It was strange, I did not shudder visibly, but I creamed myself all the same. Anton laughed. "Fuck, she likes this idea. So, Donald man, how are we going to fuck this bitch up?" he asked.

I heard Mark moan and wondered what senses still worked properly. As I thought that, Donald leant down and grabbed one of the insect carcases still attached to my tits. Slowly he pulled it, and I felt not a thing. I wanted to moan but could hardly breathe. I realised that they could indeed fuck me up, and not only would I not be able to protest, but I would not feel it until I woke from this paralysed slumber.

As he pulled the other critter from my nipple, he smiled, "I think we should give Mark a couple of options." I heard my boyfriend moan. "I think we should wrap her in acacia. Springy, rubbery plants, ensure they are tight, so when she wakes, screaming in pleasure, she is tied with tight biting vines."

I thought I moaned, but no sound or feeling exuded from my body. "Or, we could let the ants feast now, it should only be half an hour or so before she wakes, and she can swat them off her then."

This was ****, not the actual process, but my mind felt such arousal from their statements, and my body was forbidden from giving me pleasure. "Lastly, we could go all out. String her up with an electric current and jellyfish tendrils, she won't feel a thing, but we can control her muscles by electrocuting her. Then when she wakes, well, she will feel it all."

Mentally I was humping the air. Mentally I was cumming, but physically nothing was happening; the wait was unbearable.

After several moments Mark said, "Do whatever you like."