Bites

She awoke with a shudder, a cold chill passing through her as the crisp autumn wind slid across her naked form. The wind set the tree branches swaying, heavy branches cracked and groaned with the strain of movement, crashing together and springing back, all the while making her body rock with them as the shedding leaving fluttered quietly to the ground around her.

She was confused, at first, still drowsy as she gained consciousness. This was no typical waking, and there was no way she could have gotten into the predicament she was in, now, in a natural sleep. As her eyes opened, taking in her surrounds, she panicked. Struggling, she tried to stand, tried to move, but all her efforts accomplished was to send her swaying all the more in the air, swinging back and forth and rocking from side to side. The effort, not only futile, hurt, so she only did it the one time.

She was hanging face down a couple feet or more from the ground. Her body was stretched out, and she could feel the course grip of the rope around her ankles. There was a bar between her knees, cold metal clamping it to her, keeping her legs well spread. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back, which was a bit painful now, and a few tight loops of rope embraced her torso at the waist, chest and just below her collar, supporting her weight.

Her tits were bound with thick twine right at the base of the fleshy mounds. They throbbed with every beat of her heart, and looking down at them, they were swollen and turning purple from the binding. Worse still were the weights that hung from her tits. Clamped to her nipples, the load reached nearly to the leave-strewn earth beneath her, stretching out her boobs and nipples as metal bars sought to rest on the ground. It hurt like hell.

She was gagged, too, which surprised her more than anything else. He had never used a gag before. She pussy, she could feel, was open, the labia spread wide, though by what, she could not guess. Anyone walking up behind her would have a good clean shot straight to her womb, and she couldn't help but wonder what was out there that he had given such access to.

She glanced about, expecting . . . . something. She knew that her feeble mind could not fathom what he had planned for her. His cruelty was surpassed only by his imagination, and he was a cruel master, which is why she adored him so. Thoughts came to her, sick and twisted images of her fate each more terrible then the last - men out in the woods ready to pounce and rape her; being stuck here, bound for days without food or water; a vicious animal stalking and lurking just out side of her vision, hungry for flesh for food or for fucking - she discarded them all, knowing she could never think on his level, and all of her ideas were too mundane for him.

She swung, bound and helpless, for what seemed like hours. She stomach groaned for nourishment, and her bladder ached for release. One of those she could deal with, and she did so, feeling a great sense of release and pleasure as her piss splattered noisily on the fallen leaves. Some of her hot fluid sprayed against her legs and thighs, sending a tingle of warmth through her cold-numbed body. It was wonderful to have such sensation again, to feel something other then the want to move and the gnawing pain in her tits. The weights had dipped to the ground now, and while they still applied some pressure, it wasn't as bad unless she moved too much, which lifted them up off the ground again.

And then she felt it - that first pinch. The shock of it made her jerk, sending her swinging, and she let out a yelp, or the best she could with the ball-gag between her teeth. It felt like a red-hot pin being driven into her boob, a sensation she was actually very familiar with, but this pain lingered longer then a pin's prick and the pain actually got worse and spread out slowly from the spot.

The second nip was even worse, and on her other boob, higher up. Her teeth gnashed down on the gag in her mouth; her eyes were wide and tearing from the pain of it. She had endured quite a lot of abuse from her master in her time with him, but this was worse, by far. The shots of pain wear terrible just by themselves, but the throbbing tightness that lingered afterwards in her already pained breasts was just horrible.

The next few blasts of agony came right on top of each other, but they were spread across either tit, seemingly at random. The worst of the lot landed right on her left nipples, and that made her scream in pain against the gag. She hadn't screamed in years - he didn't care for scream much, just in rare instances, and he got that from the other, less trained girls. Her nipple was swelling, she could feel it growing thick and hot as it expanded, which only made it hurt more since it was clutched tight in the nipple clamp.

Tears dripped from her eyes, she glared down at her body, searching for some indication as to what might be causing this terrible pain. She swooned at the sight. Several small red dots scurried along her tits, climbing up her stretched out flesh onto her body. As soon as she saw them, the sensation of them crawling on her hit, and suddenly she was shaking uncontrollable, disgusted by the feel of the small insects clinging to her skin. She could feel them all, each individual, as it explored her nakedness. Several were marching down her back, a vile pilgrimage into the crevice of her ass. They scurried across her butt cheeks and around her thighs and -

She jerked violently, arching her back suddenly and sending herself into a crazed swaying spin. The creeping terrors had slipped inside of her - she had felt them pass right into her body. She felt the gross little legs, each little step across the wrinkled ring of her asshole, each tickled of a footwall as the blasted creatures drove themselves into her back passage, delving inside her shitter. It was no difficult task for them to gain entrance; her master had stretched and broken her hole long ago. When not plugged, she was diapered - unable to keep anything inside of her, or out, for that matter.

More little vermin were searching out her body, following some path down her stomach and to her legs. There was no mistaking their course, or the purpose of it. She twitched at the feel of them walking across her naked skin, and the knowledge of their goal made the anxiety all more agonizing. Without fail, the creepy crawlers scampered right between her legs and thighs and swarmed all over her exposed cunt.
She was thankful that there were so few on her, though she was greatly surprised by their seeming intelligence and purpose in their destination. Either that, or somehow he had put something on her that lured them to her tits and ass and cunt - that was much more likely. But if it was the same thing drawing them to her ass and cunt that brought them to her tits, then that would mean -

Her first shriek lasted for several long minutes, broken only by the deep draw on her breath - as little good it did, shouting into the gag as she did, but the pain from the biting inside of her was too much to contain. Give her needles and wax, skewers and flame, electric shocks and heavy caning over this torture anyway. She was sobbing with pain, fighting like mad against her bond to try to alleviate the pain in any way she could; her struggles, however, only seemed to chafe her skin against the rope and cuffs, leaving friction burns and small bloody cuts. They were attacking her from the inside and out, gnalling at her back and biting into her smooth thighs, her shaven mound, and even ripping into the soft globes of her butt, and there was nothing she could do to fend off the attack.

The horrible insects bit and nipped at her tender anus and rectum, they rend the soft, wet flesh of her dripping snatch - one of the hellish beasts had landed a vicious bite right on her clit, nearing sending her into the cold comfort of unconsciousness, but not quite. And now the sensitive nub was swelling, painfully, and yet it was turning her on so god damn much; to not be able to reach down a touch herself - just one small touch would do, too, sending her exploding into orgasm - was in itself, a cruel torture.

As the sun's light began to fade and the autumn air cooled even more, body was a mix of burning hot and icy cold. She could see the bright red welts swelling across her tits from the bites. She was a splotched mess of them, and each throbbed with ever increasing anguish. She was sure her back and ass and thighs must look the same, and her cunt and ass, usually so loose from the years of hard reaming and fisting, were now swelling shut tighter then when she lost her virginity.

She panted into the gag as the biting seemed to settle down again. She was able to relax; the dull ach of the lingering wounds more easy to take then that first sharp bite. A sudden sensation spread across both of her tits at once, the tingle of blood returning, or weights removed. She looked down and saw that the metal bars had once more come to rest of the ground after her violent struggle.

But it wasn't just the slacking of the pressure pulling against her tits that she was feeling. Horror and dread filled her now as her eyes took it in. Beneath her hanging body had been the insects nest, and in her wild thrashing, the weights dragging her tits to the dirt had smashed into the bugs' home, and they were swarming now. Thousands of them, little red devils, so many she could not make out the either the weights or her tits underneath the convulsing mound, as they stormed up from the broken hive onto her body.

Thousands upon thousands of little legs crawling across every little bit of her skin, seeking out every orifice for invasion. It made her sick to her stomach have the vile little specks crawling all over her, the red tide seething up and down her flesh. She tried to keep from vomiting, knowing that with the gag in, she could very well drown herself if she did so.

And all at once, her entire body erupted into the most excruciating torment she had ever known as they began to attack.