#formico

I’ve always been terrified of and hated all those tiny creeping things.

I stare at him with wide eyes and try to ask what this is for, what he’s planning to do, but the gag only lets me let out muffled, incoherent moans.

He doesn’t say a word. He just sets the jar on the tray, picks up a speculum, and leans down between my legs. The metal instrument slides into me, and he starts turning the screw, opening the blades. They stretch my hole, spread it so wide that I whimper from the discomfort. A hand in a latex glove gently strokes my thigh—but then… then it reaches for the jar.

He takes the jar in his hands.

He opens it.

He picks up large forceps from the tray.

“Guess what I’m about to do now?” he asks with a soft smile, and uses the forceps to pull a clump of worms out of the jar.

My heart nearly stops in my chest, then races to what must be two hundred beats a minute. A wave of heat rushes through me. I scream in panic and try to break free, but all I can do is watch helplessly as the forceps move closer to my crotch.

He doesn’t stop. Still wearing that same frozen smile, he shoves the disgusting clump deep into my pussy, and I think I’m going to die of revulsion right then and there. But a second passes, then another, and I’m still alive — and I can feel everything in there writhing and squirming inside me, and it doesn’t end…

The forceps shove more into me. And more. And more. He packs my pussy completely full of worms, and then with quick, practiced movements, he pulls the speculum out of me. I feel my walls close around the mass writhing inside me, and I feel myself starting to choke on panic, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Don’t pass out yet, that’s not all,” he laughs. “I coated the outside of you with sugar syrup. They’re going to love it…”

And he shakes some of the jar’s contents onto my belly and my pussy.

It’s not just worms in there.

I feel something crawling over me. Something moving its disgusting little legs. So many, many legs that my crotch instantly starts to itch like mad. And then I feel the first bite.

Something stings me painfully right there.

I’m shaking and whimpering, and something stings me somewhere else.

My whole body is tense. Sweat drips from my forehead. Tears stream down my cheeks. I’m in hell. I’m in hell. Seconds drag by, agonizingly slow, one after another. The hideous multi-legged mass keeps writhing, squirming, tickling, and stinging me, inside and out, and I can feel my pussy starting to swell and itch unbearably. I’d give anything in the world to squeeze my thighs together, but the belts are pulled tight, holding my legs wide apart. I sob with helplessness as I feel worms crawling out of me and falling to the floor.

He stands in front of me, staring at my red, swollen cunt. He unbuttons his coat, then his fly. He frees his fully erect cock.

“Are you wet already, baby?” he asks, and shamelessly jerks off to my suffering, looking me right in the eyes.