This story was written by Chaos Grey.  Don't steal it.  Any
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This story contains:
Bondage, Suspension, Stretching [tits and nipples], Brutal Torture, Bestiality(?) [Insects]

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     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 where the
metal weights that hung from her tits.  Clamped to her
nipples, the load reached nearly to the ground beneath her,
stretching out her boobs and nipples.  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.