STINGER

BY WALTER JONES

Stephie and Grace laid out their blankets on the green grass and
plopped the picnic basket on top. They giggled as they opened the
basket and tossed the food out. It was a beautiful day in late
August. The mercury was hitting 85 as their mother dozed on the
nearby lounge chair in the sun. The girls were dressed in girly
pinafores with tiny puffed sleeves and strapped sandels. It
started off as a perfect day of cakes and cruellers and chicken
legs and fresh fruit.

He stood nearby, hidden by the thick trunk of a white oak tree.
He stared at their smooth legs, exposed easily under their
summery dresses. He looked at the flawless pink skin of their
bare arms. He felt that feeling tingling up between his legs as
his erection began to take shape.

Beautiful girls.

He cared little if nothing for their mother, regardless of how
pretty she was. Young, but not Young. The girls' giggling was
like music to his ears. With each sound of their young voices, he
felt more aroused. They couldn't have been more than 12, perhaps
11 or even 10. Long blond hair tickled their arms.

Then he saw something curious.

The girls' playful picnic was suddenly interrupted when Stephie
spied a yellow object darting back and forth around their sweet
cakes. A scream emerged as Grace began to swing her arms to and
fro. The yellow jacket, now angry, zig- zagged excitedly around
the girls but did not fly away. Instead, it seemed bent on
revenge.

"Stop it!" Stephie screamed. "You'll get stung!"

The last phrase got the attention of the mother who opened her
eyes and shouted at the girls. "Girls, please knock it off!"

Grace was crying, so afraid of stinging creatures, and Stephie
was grabbing at her wrists to get her to calm down. Suddenly, the
yellow jacket landed for a micro second on Stephie's soft, pink
arm and inserted it's burning hot stinger into her skin.

"Aaaaaaiiiiii!" Stephie cried, her mouth a large gaping cry. The
pain was like liquid fire, and all she could do was cry.

Grace started in shock at her sister, all her fears realized. She
almost forgot about her own panic when a seering pain stung her
inner thigh. The yellow jacket was not happy unless it had stung
both children to its satisfaction.

He watched as the girls cried, one holding her painful arm and
the other screaming as she gripped at her thigh. He saw the look
of pain and helplessness. A little wasp sting for each of the
girls was all it took for his cum to bubble up and spew into his
boxers. It took him by surprise. He was unaware that his sexual
fantasies could be so sadistic.

That was a month ago. He spent many hours watching the sisters,
watching their daily habits, planning. School had not yet started
so he had to work fast. He did. There was that moment of truth, a
phone call from a 'friend', a ride to their home. No one
answered. He was there, waiting. The girls were exceptionally
light and he was able to carry them easily to his van. There,
they were tied and gagged, finally taken to his basement.

He looked down at them, tied with their little wrists tightly
above their heads, side by side on his pullout sofabed. Love
those beds. They have perfectly placed metal rails all around
them, perfect for attaching rope for tying up cute, little girls
like these.

They were stripped bare. Their flat chests raised and lowered to
the beat of their hyperventilating. The hairless slits
embarrassingly exposed between their legs. The gags on both girls
held in their screams. Stephie and Grace, both had gorgeous,
long, blond hair. It was splayed so seductively across their
pillows.

He moved around them, looking at them, rubbing the erection
beneath his pants as he walked. He looked over their bodies
licking his lips until he spied something on Grace's inner thigh.
It was faint, but it was the telltale memory of an injury, a bee
sting. Then, he was gone for an hour.

The girls tried to remain calm but it was difficult. However, in
his absence they managed to doze, partially from exhaustion. It
seemed that they both awoke at the same time, still tied tightly
in spread-eagle fashion. They tested their bonds but found that,
in spite of their sweating wrists, the ropes were tight.

Instantly, they began to panic. He was smiling as he raised his
hand. He held a jar. The sisters began screaming in their gags as
soon as they saw the flitting yellow thing inside the jar. It
flew in the limited space, then landed on the inside of the jar
and crawled around, looking for an exit hole. It was pissed.

The girls were terrified and they screamed in their gags. The
memory of a fierce sting came back into their minds and, knowing
how much it hurt, they were even more afraid.

He put the jar up to his ear and shook it. Faintly, he heard the
bussing of an angry hornet.

"I want you to suck on my cock until I cum in your mouth," he
said. "Otherwise, I will attach this jar to your bodies and let
the yellow jacket sting you a hundred times."

The girls screamed again in their gags, trying to pull their arms
loose. Their legs squirmed as much as they could but they were
unable to pull them loose either. The sisters only partially
heard him. They didn't know what he meant by 'cum in your mouth',
but they figured it meant he was going to put his penis in their
mouth. No problem. Anything but being stung.

He put the jar down and removed his pants. His erection sprang up
like a jack in the box. Then, he straddled Stephie, removed her
gag and put his cock at her mouth.

"Suck!" he demanded. Stephie sobbed but opened her mouth. He
inserted his erection and she began to suck on it like it was a
candy. The feeling was incredible, and he moaned, but it wasn't
enough. He began to pump into her mouth. He looked at the girls'
bodies as he pumped. It was ecstatic. Their smooth skin shone
like silk in the limited light. He ran his hand down Grace's
long, thin arm and she flinched. It was curious so he did it
again and realized that Grace was ticklish. He did it again and
again and each time noticed how she reacted when he reached her
armpit. Her little armpit was soft and had no trace of hair. He
thoroughly disliked hair on a woman and that's why he preferred
the soft, hairless bodies of young girls.

Meanwhile, as he played and tickled Grace, he was growing harder
in Stephie's mouth. Her lips were full and wet and felt so nice.

He decided to play with Stephie's nipples, so small. He flicked
them and pinched them lightly. Then, he tickled Grace's armpit
again and, this time, she actually giggled.

"Oh boy," he said. "Always a giggly girl, aren't we? Don't matter
what, can't help but laugh when girls get tickled." Then he
grabbed her thin ribcage with a crabclaw grip and squeezed her.
She squealed and laughed. This was new and exciting for him.
Tickling as torture. Sounded like a plan.

He heard a light tapping and his eyes went to the jar that held
the yellow jacket. It banged up against the glass and then landed
and walked. He thought about the girls being stung that day in
the park and then there was no turning back. His cum erupted,
powerfully and he spurted shot after shot into her mouth. Stephie
did not expect it and didn't know what it was. She began to gag
but he order her not to do that and to swallow every drop. She
did, but it was difficult.

******

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.

******

The man looked at the foldout bed that he used to secure
Stephanie and Grace months ago. The girls were eventually
blindfolded, tied up and taken back to the park that he first
fell in love with them. He felt something in the front of his
pants stir as he recalled those erotic moments. Then he walked
out the door and headed to the park.

When their parents were finally reunited with Stephanie and
Grace, they were horrified to find dozens of red patches all over
the bodies of their little girls.

"Looks like these girls were stung by some kind of insect like a
bee or wasp," the female police officer said gravely.

It was early autumn, which brought the last few warm days.
Because everyone wanted to take advantage of these few remaining
opportunities for a family picnic, the parks were full of
mothers, fathers and little girls.

The man walked through the crowds of people playing Frisbee,
cooking on hibachis, listening to music. It was still warm enough
for the girls to wear their summer clothes; little pink
sleeveless, tank tops and mini-skirts, sundresses and shorts.

There was also a fair amount of yellow jackets, the nuisance of
late Summer, early autumn. They buzzed in zigzag patterns around
the food, settling down on glasses of soda, gently alighting on
burgers.

The man watched the yellow insects with a hard-on. He tried to
will them to crawl inside a young boy's hamburger. He watched as
one flitted around a young girl's head, hoping it would land in
her hair and sting her, only to be disappointed when a father or
mother would wave a magazine and scare it away.

More than anything, the man loved to see little girls stung by
these fowl creatures. It fascinated him to watch the
unconscionable ruthlessness of these stinging insects. He had
never been stung and feared that experience. However, sometime in
his life, he associated it with sexual feelings.

He remembered when he was a little boy at day camp. It was a
rainy day and all the campers assembled in a large barn for some
indoor activities. There was a girl he was very much attracted
to. She was 8 years old and he was 9. She wore very short, shorts
and a sleeveless t-shirt. Ever since the beginning of the summer,
he had a huge crush on the girl, yet she blew him off, turning
her little nose up at him. Now, they sat on the same bench,
looking out at the rain. Her arms were propped up on the
windowsill. He looked at her exposed armpit and decided he would
tickle under her arm. The idea caused an erection to spring in
his pants. When he tickled, her first reaction was to jerk her
entire body and giggle, but when she saw who tickled her, she
stopped laughing and insulted him.

However, the sudden jerking of her body shook the cracked, aged
wood of this barn's old windowsill and, unknowingly aggravated a
nest of wasps attached beneath the old wood.

He stared at the girl as she laughed at his audacity, touching
her like that, uninvited. He was humiliated and red-faced.
However, as she spoke he noticed several wasps rising out from
under the window and approaching the exposed skin of the little
girl. He was frozen, fascinated, and also, surprisingly aroused
at the thought of the little bitch getting stung.

As if in slow motion, he saw the wasps zip down at the girl. One
stung her ear. Another stung her on the fleshy underside of her
bare arm. Still another flitted out into the room, doubled back,
and lighted on her bare inner thigh, sharp sting penetrating the
vulnerable, sensitive skin.

The girl opened her mouth and no sound emerged. He continued
watching as he felt his erection pulse in his pants. For some
reason, he didn't think that he was in any fear of being stung.
Somehow, he reasoned that the wasps had inflicted punishment on
the one in whom the punishment was required. When the girl
finally let loose her cries, she screamed in pain, holding her
ear and her leg, and ran around the room in a grotesque dance.
The young boy watched her pain with a macabre pleasure, and, from
that moment on was fascinated by the thought of young girls being
stung.

"Those bees are a pain in the ass," one father yelled out as he
swatted around his picnic table.

The man noticed this from a distance of a few feet and watched
silently. The table was full of kids who yelled in reaction to
the father, laughed and ignored him as they pigged out on snacks
and hot dogs.

Then he noticed a yellow jacket landing on top of a soda can. It
crawled around for a while and then, crawled inside just as a
girl or 5 or 6 picked up the can and put it to her mouth to
drink. The man's heart began to beat wildly and his eyes grew
wide as he watched the girl, looking at her father, oblivious of
the danger she was in.

Suddenly, in one moment, the soda was flung from her hand, her
eyes shut tight and her mouth opened into a wide scream. A wet
yellow jacket crawled out of the soda can, shook itself a bit and
flew off. The father and mother ran to the little girl who had
streams of tears running down her cheeks. She held her hand over
her mouth tightly. When her mother finally convinced her to let
her have a look, the mother gasped. Already, the lip was swollen
and red and the girl just cried and cried.

A girl of about 9 years old ran up to the man's side from another
table and stopped to watch. She apparently thought the man was
part of this family.

"The girl got bit on the lip?' she said looking up at him.
He looked down at her and his already throbbing erection
shimmered in pleasure. She was gorgeous, with long, blond hair
and sparklingly blue eyes. Her little turned up nose sported the
cutest freckles. She wore a spaghetti strap tank top and a tiny,
pleated mini-skirt.

"It stung her," he said with a smile. Yellow jackets don't bite.
They have stingers on their ass and they sting you."

The girl giggled at his dirty remark and he smiled wider.

******

"Elizabeth!" The woman yelled frantically as she ran, walked,
ran, walked through the mass of picnic tables. "Elizabeth, where
are you?" Tears were running down her cheeks.

******

He has started her talking about school and cartoons and
everything she loved to talk about. They walked slowly into the
woods. She didn't even know where they were going or even that
they had been moving, practically inches at a time. He had her
laughing from a few risqué jokes and even tickled her armpit when
she held her hair behind her head with both hands.

"My daughter's ticklish right…here!" he said and poked her bald
armpit with his index finger. She collapsed her arms and laughed
hysterically. When her head was down, he was able to grab her
from behind and smack his palm over her mouth. No one was in the
woods. He almost didn't care, so sexually frustrated with an
aching erection that just seemed to grow longer.

He carried her to that path that leads to his van. The doors were
left open. He held her heads down as he drove, pulled into the
garage and pulled her into his basement right down to Stephanie
and Grace's foldout bed.

She struggled but her 9 years of age was no match in strength for
the man. He easily managed to tie her in a tight spread-eagle "X"
to the four corners of the bed. She looked like she was giving
him a horizontal cheer, but she was not feeling cheerful. She
sobbed uncontrollably.

She was still wearing her sleeveless top and miniskirt and he
felt that it would do for now. She looked so damned sexy in it.

"I'll be back," he said to the sobbing, blond 9 year-old. Then he
chuckled. "What's that from?"

She didn't answer. She just cried.

"The Terminator?" He said incredulously. "Don't you watch
movies?" Then, imitating Schwarzenegger, he said it again. "I'll
be bock!" And he was gone.

The little girl pulled so hard at the bonds that it began to
really hurt so she gave it up. She looked around the room,
feeling exposed and vulnerable. She was enough to know that she
was in real danger. She watched TV. She knew about these things.

The man returned with a bag and a smile on his face. The girl
tensed when she saw him. He put the bag down and lay on the bed
next to her.

"Ah, don't worry," he said way too friendly to sound sane.
"Remember? We're friends." When he said the word 'friends' he ran
his finger down the inside of her bound arm and tickled her
armpit. He liked tickling the armpits of little girls. They were
always exceptionally smooth and sensitive and he liked to watch
them giggle as he tickled there.

"C'mon," he said. "Give me a little laugh," and he tickled her
other armpit. The girl stopped crying and even started to smile a
little in spite of herself. She squirmed and shook her arms to
shake off his fingers. Meanwhile, the tickling made his erection
spring anew.

The girl gasped when he unzipped his pants and threw them across
the room. He had nothing underneath and his erection sprang out
like a macabre jack-in-the- box.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," he repeated as he tickled her armpit
with one hand and masturbated with the other. The girl sobbed,
giggled a tiny bit, shook her arms and sobbed some more. "Not too
much now," he said to himself. His masturbating had begun to
speed up as he raced to orgasm, but he stopped and panted,
burying his face into her armpit. The girl let out a cry and
began to cry more intensely.

The man stood up and rubbed his penis a little more as he reached
for his bag.

"You don't like me very much do you?" He said as he reached into
the bag.

The girl simply shook her head and yelled, "I hate you! You're a
freak!"

He froze and started at her a while. Then said, "You're really
shaking up a hornet's nest with that language. You
have…no…idea!!!" His hand came up and revealed a jar.

Through her tears it was hard to see what was in there. Some
movement, perhaps. What was it? He brought it close to her face
and she sucked in her breath and stared in horror. Inside the jar
was an entire wasps' nest. The angry wasps were crawling up the
side of the jar, in and out of the paper nest and buzzing against
the glass.

When he was out, he found a wasps' nest under an eve and slapped
the jar over it, capturing all the inhabitants before screwing
the top back on.

The girl frantically pulled her arms and legs, trying to free
herself from her tight bondage. This man was insane and she had
to get out of there as fast as she could. Alas, it was hopeless.
She hadn't noticed that in her struggling, in that small time
frame, he had removed all of his clothes. He stood there,
completely naked, holding up his jar of wasps.

"First thing's first," he said kneeling by her legs. Then he
stopped and chuckled. "Or should I say, 'first STING'S first'."
The girl sobbed and shook her leg frantically. Her legs was long
and thin and so, so bare. He was able to look up her very short
mini-skirt, from his vantage point and see her pink panties. She
had a camel's toe crease right down the middle.

As he did with the two sisters, her slowly removed the lid and
placed a piece of cardboard over the top. Then, he lowered the
jar to the girl's soft, bare thigh. The girl began to scream and
shake her leg more frantically, so he sat on her knees to
immobilize her.

Carefully, she turned the jar upside down and felt the paper nest
hit the cardboard and the vibrations of the many buzzing wasps.
Then, he slowly and carefully removed the cardboard. The girl
began pleading for mercy and he liked that. He also watched the
wasps with their thin abdomen and striped bodies crawl and buzz
over her leg.

The girl first felt a slight tickling as the wasps crawled over
her soft skin. The man began to hit and shake the jar, still
holding it tightly against her skin. There was a moment's pause
when the room suddenly grew still and then it happened. A few of
the angry wasps pierced her little girl inner thigh with their
stingers and the girl instantly felt the sting and fierce fiery
pain. Her mouth flung open and she screamed a blood-curling
scream as she writhed in agony. Wave after wave of hysterical
crying shook the room. The man's erection began to throb as he
stood up and replaced the cardboard carefully before removing it
from her leg.

He saw a large circle of red, inflamed skin where he had his jar.

"You're so pretty, " he said jerking his cock a few times. Then
he shook the jar up again and sat in bed next to the writhing
girl. The pain in her leg was excruciating and it felt like it
was swelling up.

The man lifted her tank top and folded it up to reveal her flat
chest and tiny pink nipples. He bent down and sucked her nipple
and then licked it. He knew that it must feel so good and
imagined her having an orgasm. That was why she writhed so much.
It was turning her on. Of course the reality of the situation was
far different than the erotic fantasy he was concocting.

He turned the jar around again and placed the neck of it over the
wet skin that he had just licked. Then, he removed the cardboard.
The girl flew into a panic when she felt that same tickling. Her
eyes sprung open in horror as she looked at the jar, looked at
the wasps, focused on one particular wasp and actually saw his
stinger protruded from its abdomen and sting into her tiny
nipple. Her body flopped up and down and she screamed in renewed
pain.

The action came as a surprise to the man and he dropped the jar
for a moment. The wasps crawled out and walked around her torso,
investigating the soft surface. The girl was afraid to move and
squealed in pain. Her leg and her nipple were aflame with an
intensity that words could not describe.

In the span of seconds, he ripped her skirt off and brushed a few
wasps into her panties as he held them open. Then he snapped them
back and the girl instantly screamed another blood-curdling
scream as the tiny insects stung her repeatedly on her hairless
slit. He pushed his hand against the front of her panties and
they stung her again and again.

As the man watched the wasps crawl he realized what he needed to
do. The thought of it created indescribable feelings of pleasure.
He knew that his life had led up to this moment as he saw the
gorgeous little blond girl writing in…pleasure? Pain? Wasn't it
all the same? He tore off her panties in one long rip.

There was a jar on the nit table by the bed. It was a jar of
honey. He opened it, staring at the wasps, staring at the
stretched out 9 year-old crying in pain. He spread the honey on
his erect cock and dropped the jar to the ground. Then, he
climbed on top of her and watched his little girl and the wasps
as he forced his cock into the tight, hairless slit. The honey
made it easy. Her swollen labia were puffy and allowed his cock
to enter. The pleasure was incredible as he pushed and pulled his
organ into the tight little girl's slit.

Then, he lowered his body on top of her, on top of the wasps,
hearing the crunching of the wasps' nest as he did it. He felt
the first fiery sting on his pelvic bone, then another, then
another on his chest and nipples. The girl was being stung worst
than he since he angered the wasps that were still crawling on
her perfectly smooth young skin.

His eyes rolled up in their sockets. The pleasure was too intense
for him to have them open anymore. He simply needed to feel. He
needed to hear her little girl screams.

"Sting her, sting her!" he repeated. "Sting, sting, sting!" His
mantra continued in the rhythm of his pumping. "Tickle, tickle,
tickle, tickle," he begun to repeat as he felt new stingers
piercing his skin with an intense fire. He realized that this
pain was what his little girl was feeling as she continued to
scream and cry and plead and beg for mercy.

The orgasm rose and the accompanying pleasure was mind-blowing.
He shot ropes of cum into her tiny hole, her tiny, swollen,
wasp-stung hole. Then, another one rose and he yelled in pleasure
at its release, then another and another.

******

Wasps don't die like bees after they sting. Therefore they can
sting you again and again, releasing more of their venom into
your body. Men, however need to recoup after cumming so
intensely. When his stinger had a rest and grew again, he was
able to sting her swollen slit once more.

The girl was eventually released back into the picnic grounds and
the man was never seen or heard from again. Until…