Lots

In the basement, as my eyes adjusted, the first thing I noticed was Sharna and another woman making out while a man watched on. As I looked around the room, I saw a lot more. There were little containers of things, each the size of a coffee tin and all labelled, though I could not read most of them from here.

The man was drinking a wine completely naked, stroking his cock as he watched the women make out.

“Here is Kimmie,” Donald said as we came down the stairs.

The other black man nodded and said, “And her little cuck,” he held up the glass as if in greeting.

“Anton, fuck man, Mark is cool, don’t be that dick,” Donald shot back.

“Sorry, man,” Anton apologised, “**** of habit.”

I frowned at him, “Mark loves me and is giving me this experience for both of us to enjoy. If you can’t keep your woman happy, then what does that make you?”

Anton laughed, “Shit. You said she had a nice mouth, but I thought you were just talking about her blowies. You alright,” he held out a fist towards me in respect, and I closed mine to make contact. “Look, I’m real happy to be in on all this. I thought cucking was part of the game. Sorry if I disrespected either of you. I will learn and be real nice.”

I smiled at him and reached down to grab his nut sack, “I hope not too nice,” I said.

He groaned as I squeezed him, that line between pleasure and pain. “God, this just gets hotter and hotter. So Don, where do we begin?” he asked Donald.

Donald looked towards Mark and me. Mark made a short gesture in my direction, “All her, what do you want, Kimmie?”

“I’m in your hands,” I said to Donald, “I trust you, so fuck me up however you want.”

“Dangerous words, little lady, I’m going to make sure you regret them,” he smiled.

I smiled back, “Oh, you think you can make me beg you to stop? Then do it if you succeed… Well, maybe I will owe you something special.”

Donald smiled, “Well, maybe we should start with something that will make you think twice. Hey Anton, what do you say to making her tits swell?”

“Fuck yeah,” Anton replied.

Donald smiled, “I will pull out the dioica.”

“Dioica?” I asked as Mark joined the two women on the couch to watch.

Donald smiled, “I have a few different plants and animals I want to test on you. This,” he opened a container that appeared to have a wet paper towel and large leaves in it. “Is Gympie Gympie, or stinging nettle tree. A light touch will induce a strong burning pain, followed by a rash. Your body will respond by sending antibodies to wherever you are stung, which will swell quite a bit.”

I looked at him, panting. “You want to sting my tits with that stuff?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “No, I was thinking more of an Adam and Eve look, and completely cover your breasts in these leaves. They will swell, hurt, burn and become very sensitive. Then Anton here can fuck your swollen tits.”

“How long for?” I asked him.

He smiled, “Well, as a general rule, no more than four hours or so, but as these leaves are covered in tiny poisonous barbs which break off into the skin. Any contact with the barbs can push them deeper, making the sensation stronger and releasing more poison into the system to make it last longer.”

I peeled my shirt off in an instant, “And you want to have Anton fuck my tits? Won’t that make it hurt a lot more? And a lot longer?”

Donald nodded, “It will, so, what do you think? Up for the challenge?”