The group take things much further.

As Mark continued to fuck my cunt I felt waves of pleasure overcome me. At the same time, my boyfriend said, "She's not as tight."

Donald laughed as he easily pushed himself balls deep into my throat, "Of course not. Her muscles are all loose and relaxed. You'll need to find your pleasure some other way."

Mark hardly hesitated in pulling out of me before heading over to one of the cages, "This?" he asked.

"Stag Beatles," he said, "Bite strength is pretty good. Hurts like hell. But if you really want to cross some boundaries, two tanks down, blue box." I tried to give Mark a thumbs up, but my hand didn't work. Mark quickly moved down to the indicated box. "Those are the bullet ants I spoke about the other week. Don't let them bite you, toss in a bit of meat, then scoop some up in the glass bottle. Get the small ones and the big ones."

Mark grabbed a piece of jerky and then hesitated. "What happens if they do bite me?" he asked Donald.

Donald was slowly fucking my throat, cutting off my breathing as my body tried to gag and **** his cock out, but my muscles weren't cooperating. "Best case scenario? You'll end up in emergency, and Kimmie here will spend the rest of the night with us, and you won't get to join in."

Mark dropped in the jerky, watching as the ants started to swarm. "That's the best case?" he asked. He grabbed the glass jar and popped a smaller piece of jerky in the jar.

"God, your fiancé's throat is so soft right now," Donald said as he grabbed my tits, the flowers were still there, but unlike the vines, his grip didn't increase the sensation; but his grip was firm, hard even. "Worst case, you end up in a coma, and I will look after Kimmie until you wake up."

Anton was moaning as he held Sharna tight to his cock, "God, that's so fucked up."

Mark, very carefully, collected some of the ants. "But Kimmie won't fall into a coma?"

Donald pushed balls deep into me again and stopped there. He held himself there, cutting off my oxygen. After several moments he started to talk, my lungs screaming for release, but the sensation wasn't painful. Instead, my body shuddered in pleasure, and I creamed in arousal. I could still feel squirming in my cunt, and my spasms of pleasure didn't let my cunt clamp shut like it usually did. "The risk of coma is because of the pain. Kimmie won't feel pain."

I tried to flail as my body demanded air, but then Donald pulled away, and I could breathe again. I reached my hand up or tried to, and made a lazy fist with my thumb partially up.

Mark walked towards me, my eyes tried focusing on the glass jar, but they couldn't. My mind still worked, so I guessed that the urchin venom had affected my ability to focus.

Mark overturned the jar quickly onto one breast, and I almost laughed; they always focused on my tits. I didn't mind, but it was kind of predictable. The ants were obviously agitated, and after a few moments, a few of the ants latched onto me.

The sensation was almost instantaneous. I shook and wetly exhaled in a gasp as I came. I squirted, spraying my juices over Mark's naked body. "Woah," Mark laughed, "Guess she did enjoy that."

The sensations increased as the ants continued to bite me, and I flopped about in pleasure. I heard Donald laugh, "The ants are starting to feed," he said.

I **** my head to look at the glass jar to see one of the larger ants pulling at the edge of my nipple. I couldn't focus properly but distinctly felt it as the ant tore at my flesh. It felt incredible, and I only wished to see the little creatures feeding on me.

Donald stepped up to my cunt and pushed into me easily. "Oh, I think I just crushed the last of the slugs. Squirming's stopped." he laughed. He reached out to steady the jar, and Mark moved around to my face. Pushing his cock, still sticky with crushed slugs, into my mouth.

"So," Mark said, "how much will they eat?"

I shuddered again and felt myself squirting over Donald. "They won't. Ants take their food back to the nest, each one taking a small bite. There's only about six in the jar, so they'll take a gram of her flesh this time if that."

Mark moaned as he fucked my face, the taste of the slug further arousing me. "And if we left her in a nest?"

Donald started fucking me faster, "Depends on how long we leave her there. Long enough, they will strip her to her bones." I shuddered again, shaking in pleasure at how insane this all was.

"What if we left her there for half an hour?" Mark asked.

Donald was panting, and I could tell he would cum soon. "Likely no permanent damage, but it would take her a while to recover." He grabbed my hips and pulled himself deep into me, pushing against my cervix forcefully. The pain and discomfort translated to more pleasure, and I bubbled and drooled around my boyfriend.

As Donald started to fill me with his cum, I heard Mark moan. "Next week?" he asked.

That just set me off all the more.

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