A lot

Aside from the minor points of inflammation from the vine needles. Each of my tits was covered in a bright red stippled rash, I assumed from the nettle leaves; then there were hard red lumps where the bullet ants had stung me and small wounds where they had torn at my flesh.

That I all remembered, but there was much more. Over my abdomen was a fine branching pattern of lines; as I poked them, Mark said. “Lichtenberg burns from electricity.” And on my crotch and legs was raised inflamed skin. “Wax,” he told me.

I moaned, “What else?” I asked.

“Well, Donald took a knife to your back. You came as he did; he waited until he was coming down from the toad skin but admitted he might have gone overboard.” He held up a hand as if to say wait and quickly left the room before returning with his phone. “Here,” he showed me a picture of Donald’s cock, covered in blood as he fed it to me; I was happily suckling on it like a babe.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “You didn’t go far enough,” I said.

He smiled, “Who said I was finished? Sharna then joined in, first with a strap-on, and it’s big, then we shoved the strap-on down your throat and left you there for a while.” He flicked back to show me a picture of my throat bulging with the strap-on. “That was before the knife. We also coated it in the jelly, so your throat was spasming, trying to milk the strap-on.”

I rolled over with some effort to let the cold water hit my back as Donald came into the room. “Glad you are awake; I had to give you some adrenaline cause we fucked you up a bit.”

I turned my head and smiled at him, “Not enough,” I said.

Donald smiled, “Well, next week, we figure you guys will come over here Sunday morning. I lock you in with some of my meat ants, with a light covering of honey, and leave you with a buzzer. We may or may not fuck you, we may or may not hang around, but whenever it gets too much, you can buzz us, and we will come to get you out.”

I moaned again, “God, that sounds hot. I hope your ants enjoy their feast.”

Donald smiled. “Also, I’m going to give you something to take home. I’ve been milking one of my scorpions for a while, and I will give you a vial of the scorpion venom. Mark told me you got a scorpion tail dildo; now you can coat the head and ride the thing. The venom can be absorbed through mucus membranes, so you will be envenomated as you fuck it.”

I felt myself shudder and moan, and Donald laughed. “You need some painkillers?” he asked.

“No,” I paused, “Well, maybe, the cold helps, but I can’t sleep here all night.”

Donald shrugged, “It’s cold tonight, so you could sleep outside if you don’t mind the insect bites.”

Mark laughed as I shuddered, “I think some painkillers, enough to let me sleep, but still feel,” I said.

“I have one last present,” Donald said before pulling something out from behind his back. It was a strange silicon shape with what looked like a beak right in the centre. “The other pieces are packed in a box for you to take home. But this is a giant squid sex toy, and the beak is real.” He handed it to me, and I ran my fingers over the beak; it felt sharp.

“It can be played with several ways; I have the tentacles and arms downstairs. You can insert a little tongue appendage into the mouth so you can ride its beak. But also,” he looked at Mark, “I thought you might like to get in on some of the kinks, so if the tongue is not in place, you could fuck its mouth.”

I brought the beak down to my breast and pinched it on my nipple, moaning at the sensation. “Thank you,” I sighed.

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