Pushing Donald back onto the floor.

I spun around, the wet leaf falling from my cunt as the stinging there grew. I pushed Donald backwards harder than I intended, and he stumbled before falling on his arse. Without a second thought, I mounted him. I pushed my cunt down on his cock, moaning as the spines from the leaf were driven deeper and the toxins released into my flesh.

“Oh God, more,” I begged as I started to bounce on his cock.

Donald moaned and looked past me to Anton. “Blue plastic cage. Use the tweezers.” He struggled to say as I almost violently rode him.

I looked at Mark to see the unknown black woman grinding on him; his smile was huge as they watched me. She leaned her head back and said something, and Mark shuddered visibly.

“What did she say?” I asked him.

Mark smiled as Anton stepped around me. “She wants to see you shake with pleasure and venom,” he said.

Anton held a little squirming creature in a pair of tweezers. It was about an inch and a half or two inches long. “Are they poisonous?” I asked.

Donald shook his head, “No, but their pincers are powerful.”

I looked at Anton and smiled, “Well, let’s see how strong,” I moaned.

Anton held it to my nipple as I slowed my riding of Donald’s cock. At first, it didn’t take, but after a moment of Anton wriggling it against my nipple, the pincers at its tail closed. I moaned as he released the creature to hang from my nipple, and I started to ride Donald again. As I did, I felt the pincers close tighter as the creature held on or fought against a perceived threat.

It hurt so nicely, the strong stinging was still present, and the pinching of my nipples was intense. With one hand, I flicked the creature, and its grip tightened even more. I shuddered and came over Donald’s cock. “God, it feels like it’s going to cut my nipple off.”

Donald moaned, and I felt him pulse within me. Then Anton was back with a second one. I slowed to let him affix it to my other nipple before I gave it a little flick. I shuddered in pleasure; it felt incredible. Donald moaned as I creamed him and smiled up at me. “Like ticks, removing them once they are dead is almost impossible.”

I wondered what he meant by that before his dark fingers reached up and crushed the little creatures in his grip. The crunch was audible, and the pressure increased again. “Fuck,” I shuddered as I looked down; a trickle of blood dripped from where the creature joined my nipple and ran down its body to drip onto Donald. “Jesus, god, that feels nice.”

I heard a laugh from the couch and looked over to see the black woman riding Mark as they watched. “She wondered if you would cum if we cut your nipple off,” he said. “I said you might.”

I moaned, “But I could only do that once,” I lamented.

Donald laughed, “Well, I think we can find something you will enjoy that we can repeat again and again.”

Anton came around and watched me ride his friend for a few moments. “God, she is fucked up; I love it.”

I moaned, “You just going to stand there?” I asked him.

Anton laughed and moved to step forward, but Donald stopped him. “Wait, the small red jar, smear it on your cock.”

He raised his eyebrows at his friend, and Donald laughed. “Only affects mucus membranes, so don’t eat it, and you will be fine.”

I moaned, “But when he fucks my face?” I asked as I watched Anton search for the jar.

Donald shrugged, “Depends how sensitive you are. It’s full of a sweet juice that is poisonous. If you are mildly sensitive, it will cause a burning sensation in the mouth and throat, like you are eating chillies.” He shuddered again, and I felt his pulse into my cunt.

“And if I’m more than merely sensitive?” I asked in anticipation.

He reached up and squeezed my breasts, still burning from the nettle, before he said.