“It does sound like fun,” he said.

“Then again, I have plenty of other options.” He finished making coffee and placed it in front of me.

“I know you do,” I said. “Other creatures, voracious, venomous.”

He sipped some coffee while continuing breakfast, “Would you like to try other venomous creatures?”

“Maybe, or other creatures which bite,” I told him, smiling.

He smiled back as he started to sever the food, “Well, I do have a bird-eating spider on order. They have large fangs. But maybe I can surprise you after breakfast.”

I smiled. “I would like that.”

We ate while chatting, the food tasted great, not sure if it was because he was a good cook or because I was so hungry. I finished it quickly, licking my lips in the process.

“Eager for your surprise?” he asked me.

I laughed, “Yes, but I was also hungry.”

He laughed, “Well, let me finish my breakfast, and I will give you your surprise, but you will have to stay very still.”

I shuddered at his words, “God, I like the sound of this already.”

A few minutes later, Donald guided me back downstairs. En route, I removed the sash, letting it fall to the ground. “Lie down,” he said softly as we reached the bottom stair pointing at the couch.

I sat on the couch and lay over the side of the armrest, hoping he wanted to fuck my face. A few moments later, he came to me with his hands clasped around something. “So, you ready for your surprise?” he asked.

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He laughed at me, “No, this you have to watch.” He opened his clasped hands. Inside was a small glass container with a single ant.

I laughed, “After last night, you think one ant will be enough?” I asked him.

He nodded, “This is a bullet ant,” he said.

I smiled, “The one you said was very high on the pain threshold?”

He nodded, “I am lining up some other things to play with, but thought you might enjoy this for your walk home.”

I frowned, “What do you mean for my walk home?”

He shrugged, “Well, they are supposed to hurt unbelievably large amounts, but only for twenty minutes or so. So I thought you might like me to use this to sting each of your tits, and then you can get dressed and walk home. Your tits aching with pain every step.”

“You really like abusing my tit’s, don’t you?” I asked him, feeling warm at his suggestion.

He nodded, “Yes, I do, and I have more things I am lining up if you are willing.”

I moaned quietly, “Can you give me a hint?” I asked.

He looked a little embarrassed for a moment before saying, “I like jellyfish tentacles. They feel intense but nice on my cock.” I nodded before he continued, “I have a restaurant which supplies me with tentacles. They aren’t any good for their meals, so they cut them off and let me have them. I want to fuck your tits while Mark or Sharna drape your tit’s and my cock with the tentacles, and I fuck your tit’s through the whole thing.”

I moaned. “Well, that does sound interesting, but won’t that mean it will be even longer before the ants can eat me?”

He laughed, “It will take me several weeks to set up a suitable enclosure for that, so we have time. In the meantime?” he held up the glass container with the ant in it.

I nodded, “Sting me with your ant. Let’s see how bad it really is.”

He turned away from me for a moment and came back with a leather belt, “You should bite down on this.”

I raised my eyebrows, “You think it will hurt that much?”

He shook his head, “No, it’s going to hurt a lot more than that.”

I smiled as I took the belt, “Promises, promises. If it does hurt as much as you say, then I will owe you something special.”

He smiled as he picked up some tweezers, “Oh, like what?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. Mark suggested I should eat some critter off your cock. If you would like that, then maybe that should be the starter next time we play.” I placed the belt doubled over in my mouth and bit onto it.

He opened the glass container and used the tweezers to pick up the wriggling little ant, “Well, that does sound interesting. I guess I will have to line up some options before next we meet. Are you ready?”

I nodded. Very slowly, he moved the ant to my breast. My chest was heaving with anticipation as it came closer and closer. I built up in my head how much it would hurt, and I drastically underestimated it.

Almost as soon as the ant touched my flesh, it jabbed its abdomen into me, just on the tip of my nipple. It’s difficult to explain but began with a small jab, like a fine needle being pressed just into the skin, a somewhat pleasurable sensation. There was a gap after that. I was almost disappointed with the level of pain. It was insignificant. But I soon realised that that pain was just the ant’s barb jabbing into me and that my body hadn’t yet registered the sting itself.

It came on suddenly. Very suddenly, a deep, piercing pain, like someone had hammered a nail into my tit. I arched and moaned, and then the burning came. Holy shit, did it ever.

Think of that sensation if you have ever grabbed a hot pan, but it didn’t let up. I couldn’t let go of the pan. I felt my whole body tense as the sharp pain deep in my tit exuded out this heat, this burning. I moaned and shuddered and felt myself cum. I know it’s messed up, but God damn, did it feel good.

Donald saw me squirt and smiled, “Good, huh?” he asked me, “Again?” he added.

Part of me wanted to say no. Part of me thought it hurt too much, but the competitive side of me overruled the rational side, and I nodded my head. He pressed the ant to my other nipple. I didn’t even feel the initial penetration this time, but the sharp, deep nail-like sensation soon followed. And then the burning.

I grit my teeth as I moaned through it. I shook and shuddered, further wetting the couch in the throes of pleasure. Each of my tits felt like they had a nail in them, like someone had literally hammered a seven-inch spike into my ribs and heated them up with a blowtorch.

As he pulled away from me, I snatched the belt from my mouth. “More,” I begged before I could even think.

He shook his head, “No, this is just a taste. You get more later.”

I shook and shuddered as the pain continued and watched as he put the ant away. Then he stood beside me, watching me writhing in pleasurable pain as he stroked his cock. “God,” I said through clenched teeth. “Fuck, that hurts so good.”

I couldn’t believe how aroused he was, his cock was rock hard, black and tempting, but he denied me the pleasure of his cock. Instead, he stroked himself as my body was wracked in pain. “Ok, you’re right, you win. Next time I’ll eat any critter you like off your cock.”

He smiled, “Even a bullet ant?” he asked.

I shuddered again, thinking about his cock in the fiery pain my tits were and the thought that it could also be my mouth that hurt like this. I came at the thought of eating a bullet ant off his cock, using my flaming mouth to try and soothe his pain and as he saw me cum he also did.

Several white gouts of cum sprayed out over my painful tits as I shuddered in pleasure. I loved seeing him cum at my sexual pain. “God, fuck. This is supposed to last twenty minutes?” I said.

He nodded before I asked, “How long has it been?”

He smiled, “Like two.”

I moaned, “You came in two minutes? Weak.” I taunted him.

He slapped one of my tits hard, and the pain radiated out again. I shook and came, “Fuck. Again?” He slapped my other tit, this one wet with his cum. The sticky liquid capturing the ****. “Again,” I screamed.

He shook his head and stepped away from me. He picked up a small pile of clothes and laughed, “No, now you get dressed and walk home with your tit’s covered in cum and burning from the ant.”

I moaned, “Meanie,” I declared.

The clothes he handed me were obviously from Mark, a tight white tube top which would be transparent from the cum and a plaid skirt, like a school uniform. There was no underwear.

I struggled to my feet and slowly got dressed. Every motion exacerbated the pain. It was incredible and so fucking pleasurable.

It was like that, exposed, hurt, aching and horny, that Donald sent me home. I walked the few blocks back to Mark and my apartment. It felt like it was hours, but it was only a few minutes. When I got home, the first thing I did was to find my largest dildo and shove it up to my cunt. I was wet down to my ankles. Then still stuffed and in pain, I went to the shower. The hot water made my vision blur, but the cold lessened the pain a little. I stood in the shower for ten minutes as the pain decreased. Towards the end, I started to fuck myself with the dildo, screaming loudly as I came again.

By the time I was done, I was so dehydrated I had a headache. I had some water and went to bed. As my tit’s ceased their throbbing, I made a mental note to ask Donald to tie me down and give me a good going over with the bullet ants.

*Little note from the author. I wanted to do this chapter some justice, so I chased down someone in my home city who studies ants and asked them what the most painful sting was. I just got a sting on my arm and my fucking God. This is all true. It felt like someone had tried to make Jesus out of me and nailed my arm to something. The pain radiated from my forearm to my chest, and I thought I was having a heart attack, and then the burning came. I have scars from kitchen oil, and that did not compare to this.*