The next week.

The rest of the week was spent in incredible pleasure. Mark fucked me so often. When he couldn’t get hard, he used the scorpion tail. It was hot and wrong. I kept asking him when we would get to see Donald again, and he kept saying soon.

Then the following Friday, as soon as he got home from work, he said. “So, Kimmie, you want to see Donald tonight? Maybe stay the weekend again?”

I beamed at his words, “God yes! Will Sharna be there?” I asked him, wanting him to get as much pleasure as I do.

He nodded, “Actually, there are going to be a few extra people. Sharna and her best friend want to see everything that happens and are willing to help me out. And of course Donald and his best friend.” He suddenly got a sombre tone in his voice, “Donald did want me to ask about limits.”

Before he could continue, I shook my head, “None, no limits. I’m not going to stop anything.”

“Are you sure?” he checked again. I nodded, “Good, then get dressed, and we can head out. We have a lot to do over there.”

An hour later, we knocked on Donald’s door. He opened it and gave us both big hugs. “Welcome back. Now I don’t want you to worry. I have anti-venom and adrenaline in case anything goes wrong.”

I moaned audibly. “Anti-venom and adrenaline?”

He smiled and kissed me on the lips. “I could prepare for tonight, so yes. Anti-venom and adrenaline.”

“And what exactly are you planning on doing to me, Donald?” I asked him.

“Do you really want me to tell you? Or leave it a surprise?” he asked as he closed the door behind us. “Now, you aren’t fertile, and I have to admit that if how sick you were last week didn’t end the pregnancy, this weekend will. Are you both alright with that?”

I smiled, “If I do lose the baby, you will just have to put another one in me,” I told him.

Mark laughed, “This is why I love her and proposed.”

Donald clapped, “That’s right, Mark and I have also had a few chats about his bucks night. What would you say to being the entertainment? A bunch of sadists torturing you for hours?”

I looked towards Mark, “Are you serious?” He nodded, “You want me to be the entertainment at your Batchelor party? What? Tied up to be tortured?”

Mark shook his head, “Nope, we were thinking vouchers. You go around asking people to **** you. As the evening goes on, the tortures get more ****. So the longer the guys hold out, the more they get to fuck you up.”

“That’s so fucking messed up. I love it,” I replied.

Mark leant into me, “I love you, and I hope you enjoy tonight because we are testing a few ideas for my party.”

I smiled, “Lead on, let’s see if you can get me to beg you to stop.”

They both laughed as I was guided downstairs.