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Subject: {ASSM} The Love of the Hive {The Marquis}  ( tort, breast, snuff, m/f cons } 
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This is the work of the Marquis (remember http://www.scrye.com/~marquis/
? )

"Ah, bonjour, Mademoiselle Horst. Welcome back among the living. I am
Colonel Petain of French Army Intelligence. I will be interrogating
you this evening."
"Is that why you stripped me naked, you French bastard?" Rachel spat.
"To interrogate me?"

"If I have taken an unwelcome liberty, I do apologize," Petain replied
smoothly. "But you must understand, clothing is only a hindrance
during these interrogation sessions."

"So you plan to torture me," Rachel surmised.

"I am mainly interested in learning what you have done with the troop
deployment plans which you stole from Marshall Fuchs. If you cooperate
with me in this matter, I am willing to offer you a fast, easy death.
I make this offer now, once only. If you do not agree to assist me
now, then yes, I'm afraid you will be tortured extensively."

"You can go to hell, Petain," Rachel hissed.

Petain smiled. "I was actually rather hoping you would say that,
Mademoiselle Horst. I rarely have the opportunity to torture such a
beautiful young woman."

"Let's just get this over with, Petain."

"Oui, bien sur. Do you understand the nature of the table on which you
are currently resting?"

 "It's a table rack," Rachel observed. "I've been stretched on them
before. I hope you don't think you can convince me to talk with
nothing moreI inhaled slowly, filling my tan tien with energy and
holding it there, then exhaling carefully. I would need all my tai chi
to survive this day.
I was relieved to see that the wasp's nest did not stir as I exhaled.
I was sure that as long as I continued to practice my chi gung, the
wasps would not harm me. But it was getting harder and harder to
focus, for I was in a great deal of pain. My husband had seen to that.
He had spread-eagled my naked body on the ground beneath our peach
tree, tying my wrists and ankles to four stakes. Then he had seized
the limb from which the wasp's nest dangled, and bent it towards me
with all his might. He had bound the limb to my waist with a thick
rope. When he released the limb, it had become a natural spring,
pulling my waist up hard. My arms and legs had almost been pulled out
of their sockets. It hurt like hell.

My husband's as smart as he is strong; he had placed my stakes
perfectly. The wasp's nest rested gently on my exposed pussy. I loved
him for that.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You look fantastic," he replied. "I sure hope you're alive tomorrow
so I can fuck your brains out, but if you don't survive...well,
watching you die should be pretty fantastic, too." He kissed me,
deeply and with plenty of tongue.

He was so great. I wanted to have him one more time. But how could he
fuck me while the wasps buzzed so near my pussy? I had to suck him, at
least. He deserved a reward for giving me my most cherished fantasy.

"Please let me suck your cock one last time," I whispered. Within
moments his huge member filled my mouth. I gave him my deluxe special,
with extra tongue. It was wild. I bent my head backwards to take him
into my mouth. He looked like he was upside down, but mostly I just
saw his cock and balls. He was tremendously hard. And I found that I
was equally aroused--the hive was vibrating against my clit, and it
felt magnificent. As I sucked him, the buzzing sound grew louder. I
felt something on my breasts--wasps! A couple of them had left the
hive to investigate my movements. Now there were walking on my
nipples...

I had to keep absolutely still or they would sting me. But my husband
was near orgasm; I could feel it. It was my duty to complete his
climax. I licked him furiously, and prepared to open my throat to
accept his come.

As my husband erupted down my throat, his entire body quivered. I was
deeply gratified that I had given him a good come. But if he had
irritated the wasps with his motion--I quickly removed his cock from
my mouth, in case I should inadvertently bite down when the pain hit
me. And I was just in time: twin lightning bolts of agony struck my
breasts as the wasps buried their stings deep in my nipples. I began
to come convulsively. It was powerful, immense; it was the biggest
orgasm I'd had in years. I couldn't stop. As I writhed in ecstasy,
more wasps emerged from the hive. I was blinded with pain as their
stings found my belly and thighs. The pain added to my orgasm, made it
last longer.

"I can die now," I whimpered when it was finally over.

"You're a long way from death," he assured me. "You've taken about ten
stings. You can take plenty more. I bet it hurts, though."

"Yeah," I admitted weakly. "It's fantastic."

"Well, I'll leave you alone with your pain. Thanks for the blow job;
it was terrific. I'll check back on you in a couple of hours."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you. Enjoy, sweetheart." And he was gone.

It was a hot, humid Georgia afternoon. Soon my naked body was slick
with sweat. My firm, round breasts glistened in the sun. I was
parched; I desperately wanted something to drink. And I could already
tell that if I did survive, I'd be badly sunburnt. All of this turned
me on immensely.

The pain in my hips and shoulders began to spread through my body. Of
course, the tension of the tree limb remained constant, so my bonds
didn't get any tighter. But there was also no release. I was stretched
taut, and I was to be held like that all day. Slowly the pain seeped
through my tendons, out into my legs and arms. I whimpered softly. It
hurt so much, and I so badly needed to move. I had to express the
pain--a twitch, a little spasm, anything! I couldn't just hang there
in motionless agony...

Finally I gave in to the inevitable. I twitched. I was rewarded with
two stings, one in my thigh and one in my cheek. It was the first time
they had stung my face, and I came again. It hit me like a freight
train. It was so sudden, so intense; the pain was just too much, and I
had to come. My pelvis rocked as I climaxed. I couldn't stop it; my
instincts for fucking are too strong. I heard the anger of the hive.
This time they attacked from behind; I felt half a dozen stings in my
ass cheeks. I howled in agony. My body was convulsing on its own now;
I was wracked with spasms of uncontrollable agony. That meant more
stings. It was a vicious cycle, one that I knew I wouldn't survive.

I began to have trouble breathing. I wasn't allergic to wasp stings,
but I knew that if I took enough of them, I'd die. You kind of
strangle to death with wasp stings. That's probably what I love most
about them. All the best deaths involve asphyxiation.

My tortured cries had brought my husband running. "I'm close," I
whispered.

"I can tell. God, you're sexy."

"If you cut me down, you can fuck me," I gasped.

"There must be twenty wasps on you right now. If I send the nest
flying, every one will sting you. You'll die."

"Nothing can stop that now. Please...just fuck me...one last time."

How could he refuse? He sliced through the rope at my waist. The limb
of the peach tree shot back into place, sending the hive flying.
Outraged wasps penetrated me in twenty places: lips, cheeks, throat,
breasts, belly, thighs, ass, and yes, at last, my cunt, and oh God,
thank you, my clit.

It was the best orgasm of my life. Through a white haze of purest
pleasure, I was dimly aware of my husband's cock, which was deep
inside me, where it belonged. I realized I was going into shock; I
couldn't breathe at all. I was dying just as I had always dreamed of
dying: strangled, fucked and in the throes of the most astonishing
climax of my life. I thanked my husband, the bees, the world. And then
I left.

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