Chapter 8

Tom Hyde couldn't believe the two women would actually leave him this way! They had thoroughly whipped his ass and left him tied up in the small clearing by the lake. His wrists were tied beneath him to each ankle and as he knelt there with his feet apart and his face in the dirt, his red ass was spread wide open to Karen and Beverly. The two women had positioned him so that his open asshole was barely grazing the top of an anthill and they had pounded iron stakes into the ground through his ropes to keep him in this vulnerable position. The generous dollops of honey in and around his anus and on his cock and balls added to their amusement and within minutes the maddening little creatures from the hill were driving him frantic! Too light a touch to allow him to cum, yet persistent enough to keep him blubbering on the edge and begging for relief. The two women sat there and watched him until he was begging pitifully.

"We've got to go now, Tommy. It's getting late and soon the mosquitoes will be out. We'll leave you with your new found friends. I'm sure they'll be happy to keep you company tonight.

We'll be back to get you in the morning. Keep a stiff upper lip!"

"Help! P-L-E-A-S-E don't leave me like this! Please let me cum!

Mistress Beverly! Mistress Karen! Please! Anybody! Please! I can't stand this! Let me cum..."

As Karen and Beverly walked back to the car Tommy was thrashing his head wildly and begging, but the tight bonds held his lower body perfectly immobile to the ravishing of the mindless terrors that tormented him. They were nature's most perfect torturers! An hour of this and he'd surely go mad, or die of a heart attack. But Tommy was young and strong and destined to sustain the torment of the long night.

For over an hour his pitiful cries echoed across the lake and through the woods, but there was nobody to hear him, no relief from his torment. The ants did a number on him, torturing him senseless with their tiny movements and scrapings, holding him sooooo close, so very close to the edge of orgasm but not quite close enough to send him over that elusive edge. He blubbered and shook and sobbed and begged, but no mattter how close he got, the lightness of their touch and the randomness of their movements would not let him cum.

If there was a hell, then he was in it.

After the sun went down the activity of the ants began to abate and, blessedly, come to an end. But his ordeal was not over by a long shot! With the night came the buzzing of the mosquitos...

Drawn to the warmth of his body and especially to the heat of his whipped ass and groin, they congregated and fed. Throughout the night he could hear them buzzing around him. He could feel them ever so lightly land on his ass and thighs. Occasionally he'd feel a sting as a particularly large mosquito inserted its proboscis into his searing flesh and drank its full.

Shortly after that the itching started, maddening him as it drove him to wiggle his ass as much as he could, but he was still held wide open by the ropes and stakes.

The long night wore on and on... Somewhere Beverly and Karen were sleeping, wondering how he'd survive this night of torment.

Linda and her friends were probably remembering their two nights with him as they slept in their cozy little beds at home, their knees pulled up tight and their fingers probing and tickling between their thighs, rubbing themselves off to orgasm after orgasm. For Tommy, however, it was a night of torment beyond anything he could have ever imagined. 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. He had developed a pronounced stutter but it looked as if he had survived the night. Gently Karen took a damp cloth and began wiping the ants off of his body.

"Wow!" came a hushed gasp. "I've never seen anything like this before in my life!" "Me neither" piped up another, younger voice.

As Karen got rid of the ants Tommy realized that the two women were not alone. Through his stupor he began to hear the sounds of several other people standing nearby. Beverly and Karen had brought some friends! When Beverly released his face he turned his head slightly to take in the group. He squinted his eyes through his burning tears and noticed, to his shock, that Marie and Carol were both staring at his ass in wonder! He gasped again to see young Linda, who he had humiliated a couple of weeks earlier, standing beside Mrs. Whitford, who stood there rubbing her chin and chuckling as she began to piece together the ordeal he must have been put through!

So that was it... Beverly and Karen had called the others and invited them to come along this morning to see him like this! It kinda figured, but even after the humiliation he had received at each of their hands he was still mortified to have them witness his punishment at the hands of Beverly and Karen. Mortified, but still grateful for the release. He turned his head back to Beverly and lowered his face to her shoes. He began kissing them, oblivious to the shame, and begging her to please never make him go through a night like that again. It would surely kill him. He cried on her shoes and begged and stuttered his undying devotion to her as he begged her never to do that to him again. He was so pitiful that even Linda had to chuckle a little. Carol and Marie continued looking at his ass in wonder as they saw the welts rising up from the countless mosquito bites. They had feasted on him, all right, and the itching was going to be a continuing torment and reminder to him for many days.

"Oooh, you poor thing..." Beverly cooed. "That must have been awful! I hated having to do that to you Tommy, but I had to make sure you would be obedient today. I certainly hope I never have to put you through that ordeal again, but that's entirely up to you.

Will you be a good boy and obey everything I command?"

"Oh, yes Mistress Beverly. Anything... I promise!"

"Well that's certainly the right attitude, and a good start for what's ahead." She motioned to the other women to seat themselves on the fallen tree and a few large rocks as she turned her attention back to Tommy, who was still groveling at her feet and stuttering out his promises to her.

"Tommy, I think you realize by now that you are no longer a free man. You are completely at the mercy of my whim, and the desires of these fine ladies here. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Beverly! I agree!" There were a few snickers from the group as he blurted that out.

"That makes you my slave Tommy. Do you realize that? You are now my slave, my property. I can do whatever I want to you, for no other reason than my own enjoyment. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes, Mistress B-beverly. I'm your slave. I'll do anything you say."

"Good! But you're not just MY slave, you know. You're also going to become the slave of each of the women here... Karen and Linda and Mrs. Whitford, and even Carol and Marie! What do you think of that? Any objections?" The other women glanced at each other and Carol and Marie giggled a bit.

"No, Mistress Beverly... I-I mean YES Mistress... I mean NO, Mistress Beverly. I have no objections..." Tommy was sniffling a bit, and more than a bit confused, but he was so scared of Beverly right now that he was petrified of saying the wrong thing. "I'm glad I'm their slave."

"Excellent! Then you'll be happy to hear that I've decided that you're to spend one night a week from now on serving each of your new Mistresses. Since Linda lives at home with her parents I've decided that her day with you will be Saturday. You will give her a key to your house and you will be available to her to use, or play with, or spank, or show off to her friends, or do anything she wants all day Saturday... EVERY Saturday. Do you understand me?"

Linda clapped her hands in delight as she heard Tommy stutter out