Flight of the Bumble-bees.

(chapter originally by theseeker at writing.com)

The bees decent from the nest, down the tree, and around Isabel. Isabel looked over at great horror. The bees were circling around her just waiting her to attack, and there was no way she could defend herself! This was the worst position to be in. Topless, panties stuck on a branch with the ass exposed, in broad daylight in the park! And nothing she could do about it! She panted quickly in great prayer. Oh god, oh god oh god." Please leave me alone, please leave me alone, please leave me alone, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" She panted.