Tara spends a restless night

Tara stared up at the moonless sky in the eerie quiet of the dessert. She could feel countless ants crawl on her bare skin as globs of honey slowly rolled down her breasts and dripped out of her pussy. She reflexively strained to wipe the insects off, but her arms and legs were staked securely and she had no leverage. She could no more wipe away the ants crawling on the delicate folds of her pussy than she could fall asleep.

Some time later, she heard a new noise. Her stalker was snoring in her comfortable tent while she was staked naked to the desert floor.

It took hours for the ants to ferry the honey off her round breasts and exposed pussy. Chains of them scurried over her skin and mostly did not bite. She could not thwack at them, and so she only felt the occasional sting. With all the other honey exhausted, a swarm circled her puckered virgin ass. Tara could sense the honey inside her anus, and so could the ants. She could not relax, so the ants dug in and struggled with her flesh, and that's when the stinging started in earnest. She could feel her ring swell up in anger from a myriad bites.

At last the ants were done. Tara counted the stars in the early rays of the dawns and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Her stalker woke her up with a morning stream of piss. She was stiff and aching. Her ass was too numb to hurt, but the rest of her had burning ant bites.

"Here," Freddy said, untying her and rolling her over. She was face-down in a bowl of corn flakes and cum. She needed to eat something, so she ate.

"I need something for insect bites," she said after eating. She was doubly exhausted from the night and the lack of sleep.

"I've got some anti-histamines. Same deal, though. You have to be a good girl for me and work for them. Do you need the **** more than you need your phone or your top?"