STINGER

BY WALTER JONES

[ part 2 ]

The man dismounted from Stephie and the girls watched his every move. In an act of kindness, he grabbed a nearby towel and wiped Stephie’s cum stained mouth and cheeks. With every wipe, she looked up at him with her child eyes, decorated with a hint of tears.

Then he was gone for a while. He was hungry.

When he returned, he was horny again. This time, however, he had other plans. The girls began to scream in their gags when he lifted the jar with the buzzing yellow jacket. He shook it up until it was truly angry and then he grabbed a small piece of thin cardboard from the table.

Stepping up to Stephie, he began to smile as he slowly unscrewed the top of the jar. She looked at him in horror as he manipulated the thin piece of cardboard in such a way that it was now closing off the top of the jar in which the lid once sat. She began to squirm wildly as he held the cardboard carefully and tipped the jar over placing it on her inner thigh. She tried to kick her leg but it was tied too tightly to move. Her soft, pink skin was exposed dangerously to the man’s wicked intentions. Grace sobbed into her gag and Stephie just screamed in horror. The jar was now completely turned over onto her leg, a thin piece of cardboard the only thing keeping the yellow jacket from making contact with the young girl’s sensitive skin.

Slowly and carefully, the man removed the cardboard as Stephie continued to scream. The yellow jacket was crawling on the side of the jar as he held it tightly against her leg, her soft skin pushing into the wide neck of the jar. He tapped the top and the yellow jacket flitted a little but landed on the side again. Grace was staring with eyes bulging. Stephie was sobbing.

Suddenly, the angry wasp dropped to her skin and stung her. The pain radiated like a firebomb onto the young girl’s sensitive flesh and she screamed with eyes shut. Then, it stung her again and again, it’s thin, painful stinger like a needle of fire.

The man watched this action and began to feel his erection pulse in his pants. He took the cardboard and slipped it over the jar’s top, once again trapping the angry insect inside. Then he walked towards Grace.

Meanwhile, Stephie was crying in pain. Her leg was a painful fire that throbbed with intensity. Her head whipped back and forth and tear flowed.

Grace started crying and screaming as the man knelt aside her, his erection now throbbing.

He placed the jar on her tiny breast and slowly removed the cardboard. Grace was petrified and felt faint as the man, again tapped the glass. The yellow jacket buzzed around angrily until it finally touched the soft skin of the young girl and stung her. Grace squealed in pain as the fire enveloped her tiny breast. He slid the glass across her skin and settled it at her belly button. The yellow jacket dropped down to the sensitive skin and its legs tickled her belly button. He wasn’t sure whether it had stung her there because Grace was crying in pain from the one sting, so he shook the jar a little, irritating the bee until it had no choice but to sting the girl inside her little belly button.

Again, Grace squealed in pain as the fire burned her belly area. He slid it up across her body, causing the yellow jacket to buzz again and it briefly lit on her ribcage area and stung her again before buzzing to the bottom of the jar, trying to get at this hand behind the glass. Grace was beyond tears, beyond pain. Her whole body throbbed. He let the glass sit on her armpit, the same armpit he tickled earlier. He knew it to be ultra sensitive.

“Tickle tickle tickle,” he said as he watched the yellow jacket sting her smooth armpit.

Grace was screaming repeatedly and the man was now beyond horny. He took the jar and threw it to the ground. The yellow jacket, stunned, walked amongst the broken glass before its life was ended with an abrupt stand of his boot.

He had all he could take at this point and quickly removed his pants and mounted the wasp-stung girl as she cried painful tears. His cock was enormous and it was put between Grace’s hairless legs and into that special place he was saving until this point.

It was difficult to get it in at first but once it was in he had no trouble moving it in and out to the rhythm of the crying girls, their wasp stings red, swollen and painful. It was ecstasy for the man as he pumped wildly, caressing Stephie’s body as it shook. He stared at the red, stung breast of Grace as he continued to pump wildly. The young girls, crying in pain was enough to get him off and he felt the cum explode out of his cock with a fury he had never felt before.