The Desert Death
WRITTEN BY Marquis
"Good morning, Miss Seymour. I am Sheik Abdul ibn Said, and you will be my guest here for the remainder of your life. We will be together for the next two or three days, depending on your constitution and strength of will."|
Stephanie tried to protest, and gagged violently. Her tongue and throat were bone dry; she burned with thirst.
"Your mouth has been packed with rock salt," the Sheik explained. "I'm told it does a tremendous job of increasing the victim's desire for water." The Sheik sipped a beverage from a chilled tumbler; ice cubes clattered noisily in the drink. "Think about that, Miss Seymour. You've had the last drink of water that you will ever have. You're about to spend three days under our scorching desert sun. Are you thirsty? No. You only think you are. You don't yet know what thirst is, yet, but you will soon learn."
The Sheik leaned forward to admire her prone, helpless body. As he did so, the brilliant morning sun peeked around from behind his chair. Stephanie squinted instinctively, but something was desperately wrong: she couldn't close her eyes! She turned her head to the side, which helped a little, but the blinding rays of the sun continued to find their way into her beautiful, tear-filled orbs.
"My surgeon has removed your eyelids," the Sheik explained. "You can perhaps shield yourself a bit from this early morning sun. But what will you do when the relentless noon sun burns high over your head, Stephanie?"
Stephanie squirmed on the sand, pulling and tugging desperately at her bonds. He was obviously a complete madman; she had to escape! But it was no good. She was quite thoroughly bound. Her slender, naked body was spread-eagled; her wrists and ankles were tightly tied to thick, wooden stakes.
"In all the world, there is no creature quite like the American supermodel," the Sheik commented. "Snuffing your sleek and slender bodies is one of the greatest pleasures I know. So I hope you will indulge me as I describe the little details of your torture. I have not yet even mentioned the main source of your suffering, of course."
Stephanie realized as he spoke that something was moving beneath her. Her frightened contortions had awoken some unknown horror, and now it was coming to claim her. She felt something crawling across her back; more accurately she felt a great many somethings. A million tiny creatures moved as one, marching over her flesh, advancing towards her more tender and delicious parts.
"As you may have guessed by now, you've been staked out over an anthill. Your breasts have been smeared with sweet honey, and your sinful cunt is packed with it. It is not, perhaps, the most original of tortures, but sometimes the old ways are best."
The vanguard of the ant army had reached her breasts. They swarmed quickly over the firm, round mounds, forming a red-brown carpet which covered her tits. She screamed around a mouthful of salt as the first pair of mandibles dug into her tender flesh. She felt a second bite and a third and then they were infinite; the scent of honey was driving the ants into a feeding frenzy. She tossed back her head and issued a muted howl, wincing in agony as the sun beat down upon her lidless eyes.
A second column of ants marched relentlessly down her flat belly, past her excruciatingly slender waist. They advanced over her navel and down across her trembling clitoris, arriving finally at her bald cunt. Again, they made a feast of her, sinking their mandibles into the lips and folds of her pussy. They marched inside her sleek, tender cleft, heedless of all danger, driven mad with their lust for honey. The ants died by the thousands, sacrificing themselves for their colony, drowning in honey. But for every ant that died, there were ten to take its place. Some lived long enough to feast upon her inner walls.
So it began. All day long Stephanie suffered as the ants conquered her body. Soon she burned from a hundred bites; before long that number grew to a thousand, and soon enough it exceeded her capacity to comprehend. The ants ate her alive, removing one layer of skin at a time from her breasts and loins, slowly stripping the flesh from her erogenous zones.
As the Sheik had predicted, it became impossible for her to protect her eyes as the sun rose in the sky. She stared helplessly into the sun, feeling her sweet green orbs burn and die as she did so. By noon she was completely blind, but that didn't end the pain. She could still feel the searing, burning heat against her lifeless eyes as the sun's brutal, ruthless rays continued to beat down upon her.
She was sweating profusely, as if she had just run ten miles. It was astonishingly hot here. The sand burned her back, her ass. At the same time, the sun seared her front flesh: though she had a decent tan, she could feel herself cooking. The white American supermodel is not designed for prolonged exposure to the Middle Eastern sun.
Stephanie's sultry, sweating body glistened. She was terribly thirsty; as promised, the salt in her mouth made it ten times worse. She tried not to think about it, but the Sheik made a big deal out of enjoying his drink. Although she was now blind, she could still hear the ice cubes rattling in his glass. She would have given her left breast--or what was left of it--for one sip of whatever he was drinking.
Gradually Stephanie's flesh cooled. That must mean that the sun was going down at last. As dusk approached, Stephanie began to hear strange noises: rapid breathing, the soft rustling of garments and the unmistakable sound of moist bodies moving together. Stephanie had been fucked enough times to recognize the sounds of sex when she heard them. She tried to imagine what the Sheik's paramour must look like. Stephanie supposed that she was very young, very slender, very beautiful, with small, hard breasts and skin the color of ripe olives. She imagined the girl riding the Sheik as he sat there in his chair, accepting this pleasure as his due. Stephanie sensed that his eyes never left her suffering body, even as the girl fucked him.
Steph had no sleep that night, of course. How could she, with the constant biting of the ants to keep her awake? By the next morning, her breasts and cunt were ruined, the flesh stripped bare. She prayed she would not have to endure another night.
Around dawn the ants began to feast on the exposed muscle and fat of Stephanie's breasts. She whimpered softly in agony and struggled weakly in her bonds, but her strength was failing.
Her pain increased steadily as the sun rose, for she had a serious sunburn from the previous day's suffering. Her mouth throbbed with agony; she sucked on the dry salt rocks, wincing from the torment.
All throughout this second day the ants continued to consume her. Having stripped her breasts and cunt bare, they now finished the job, devouring these organs entirely. Steph was left with only twin red holes where her tits had been, and an exposed white pubic bone where her cunt belonged. Somehow she was still alive at dusk, when the Sheik's girl came to relieve him once more. But her prayers were answered; she didn't make it through another night. Instead, she died at sunset, blind and unimaginably thirsty, as the ant army consumed the last few scraps of her breasts and pussy.
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