A delicate method

You open your backpack, take out your multitool knife, and set it to the tweezer function, which seems the most suitable option among all those tools that are apparently too dangerous to use in such a delicate place. You have read about this, and know that if you cannot remove the stinger carefully, more poison can be injected into the affected area.

You are hyperventilating and think you are going to pass out, so you drink almost half of the spare bottle of water, hoping that your excessive sweating will eliminate most of the liquid so you won't have to pee for a few hours. You lean forward and bring the tweezer to your groin, but realize that your hand is shaking too much. But you know you have to do it as soon as possible, because your clit now feels like a micropenis, and your pussy lips are already starting to swell up too.

You hold your right hand with your left for more control and bring the tweezer closer to your clit. When the cold material touches it, you feel an even more intense wave of heat run through your entire body. You are shocked because you realize that it is no longer pain, but an incredible sensation of pleasure that, dangerously, makes you... want more!

You try to control the thrill and make another approach with the tweezer on your clit, this time managing to grasp the beginning of the stinger. You pull it gently, feeling the wave of pleasure redouble its strength as you slowly slide out the tiny but powerful weapon of that naughty bee. Realizing that you have control of the situation, you pull the stinger out once and for all and let out a loud moan of pleasure as the third wave in a few seconds reverberates throughout your body, making you shiver with hard-on.

You lie on your back on the floor, exhausted, your legs spread wide exuding the sweet smell of your pussy juices. You try to catch your breath as you stare at the stinger stuck by the tweezer.

"You tiny bastard!" you say, but not in a disapproving tone.