He prayed to be able to fall asleep, or at least pass out, but the buzzing and itching held him prisoner to the long night.He prayed to be able to fall asleep, or at least pass out, but the buzzing and itching held him prisoner to the long night. After an eternity, the first rays of dawn and the chirping of birds signalled an end to this worst of all nights. The mosquitos began to leave him in peace, but, just like demonic relay partners, the ants began getting active again! There were still traces of the honey that attracted them back to those same familiar places. Once again he was howling and crying as they drove him to the brink of madness, not letting him cum, but keeping him ever so close... When Beverly and Karen finally showed up around 9:00am he was blubbering like a baby. In his wild thrashings he had managed to loosen one of the stakes just a little so that he was swiveling one of his hips, trying in desperation to drive the ants away, but they continued to torment his anus and continued crawling along the underside of his engorged cock. His balls, which were also covered with ants, appeared bloated, filled with the semen from countless hours of arousal and denied orgasm. They were heavy in their sack, causing them to nearly touch the ground at the base of the anthill. Karen and Beverly surveyed the scene with intense interest. Tommy looked like a sacrifice, or the main course in some unbelievable feast. Indeed they were right! As he continued blubbering nonsensically and pathetically swivelling his hip, Beverly walked in front of him. She crouched down and held his face in her hands and peered questioningly into his eyes. Slowly he began to recognize her! He had been driven nearly insane, perhaps partly so, but when he recognized her face he began begging pathetically: "P-p-lease, M-mmistress B-beverly" was all he could manage. |