“God fuck yes.”

“You want to talk about risks?” Donald asked.

I smiled as I watched Anton step closer, “I trust you. After all, if I die, you won’t get to fuck me anymore.”

Anton laughed and stepped around behind me, “Well, if we are going to make your tits swell, I guess I should check for a baseline.” He said as he reached around me to grab my breasts. I hadn’t bothered with wearing a bra. I was here to get fucked after all.

I moaned as his black hands groped me. In the background, I saw Mark making out with the two women. It was only then that I realised I didn’t know the name of one of the women. As Anton groped me, I looked towards Donald, and he was putting a glove on, and I frowned slightly through my pleasure.

“I need to put gloves on because the nettle is quite painful, and all the plant has barbs on it, the stems, the leaves. All of it,” he explained.

I moaned again as Anton gently pulled on my nipple piercings. After several more moments of being groped, Donald said, “All set, lie down on the table.”

I disengaged from Anton and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Now naked, I crawled up onto the table. It was a metal table, cold and clinical, making this all the hotter. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

Donald nodded, “It is, but don’t worry, if you like, you can scream. It’s pretty soundproof down here.” He placed the jar with the leaves beside my head. Condensation had pooled on the outside, and they must have been refrigerated.

“Would you like anything before we begin?” Donald asked.

I looked towards Anton, “Fuck me, and I would love a drink before we begin.”

The unknown woman stood up from the lounge and walked towards me, picking up a bottle on the way. As she did, Anton knelt between my legs, and I gleefully spread them for him to eat me out. “This is so hot,” the woman said as she tipped the bottle into my mouth. It was vodka, and I took two large mouthfuls before she pulled back, the excess dribbling from my mouth.

“Should have been here last time. The scorpions were so much fun,” I said with a smile.

Donald pulled one leaf out of the container, and I watched it drip slowly. “This is going to be cold,” he said as the other woman returned to Mark. Donald held the leaf above my breast, and a single drop fell onto me. I shuddered at the cold as it ran down the side of my breast.

“Do it,” I whispered as I felt Anton kiss my inner thigh.

Slowly he lowered the leaf to me. It was as wide as my hand was long. It would cover my entire breast with just one leaf. As the tip of the leaf touched my skin, the cool water started to dribble off of it. It felt nice for several moments before I felt a sudden sting.

It was sharp, to begin with, then became a hot, burning sensation. I arched as Anton kissed my cunt lips, and Donald laid the leaf on my breast.

The pain grew upwards as more of the leaf made contact with my flesh—a burning, stinging sensation, which grew into a throbbing pain. I gritted my teeth and moaned as Anton licked m slit. Donald smiled, “Feel nice?”

I nodded, “It’s strong, started as a sting, then a throb. Now it is feeling deeper. Please, more.”

Donald reached into the jar and pulled out another leaf. As he laid it on my bare breast, the original one was intensifying. My body was confused between the pleasure Anton was giving me and the increasing pain of the leaf.

The second leaf covered my other breast, and Donald leant down to kiss me. “It will continue to get stronger for about twenty minutes.”

“Oh God, please,” I moaned. I reached out and rubbed Donald’s crotch through his pants, “fuck my face.”