The ant hill

[Kristie75]

He was bored, he needed a new play thing and new things to play. While out for a walk one day, he owned an isolated cabin in the woods, he took notice of a new ant hill starting to form off to the side of his back yard.

As days turned into weeks and it grew by the day. An evil idea started to form. He went to the thrift store one day to look at chairs, a nice sturdy wooden one with arms. After a short search, he found one suitable. He also paused the belt section and picked out several thick ones. He took his purchases home, stopping by the hardware store to buy a small bag of cement, and hand mixer and a bucket. Once at home he cut a hole in the seat of the chair and attached straps to the ankles of the legs, the waist, chest, wrists and elbows, getting it ready for a new guest. Later that night he posted a Tinder Ad looking for a discreet hook-up. After sifting through some of the responses he arranged a weekend get away at his private cabin with some desperate, lonely gal. She would come by Friday night for dinner and a night of fun and a possible day trip Saturday if they hit it off.

The next day he took the chair out to the ant hill and positioned it over it. He hammered the legs into the ground until they were a foot or so deep. He then removed the chair and put it off to the side. He then mixed the cement in the bucket and poured some into each hole the chair legs left. He then put the chair back over the nest and pushed it down into the cement then left it to dry. As he was heading home, he saw a wasps nest in a close by a tree. He would go get his long stick and move it to a tree closer to the chair. It would be a delicate task but doable. 

The next night his date arrived. He made a lasagne and salad and they chatted over dinner and drinks before retreating to the bedroom for a night of hot sex. The thoughts of what he was going to do the next day kept him hard for hours. The next morning after a quickie, he offered to go make breakfast while she showered.

She came down to bacon and eggs and fresh orange juice. She did not see him drop the zanax in her orang juice. She slowly got groggy and he led her to his room to lie down. He waited for her to fall into a drug induced sleep. He then stripped her and buckled a cock gag tightly in her slack mouth. He bound her wrists in front of her and placed a collar attached to a pole around her neck.  When she woke a look of terror washed over her face as she realized she was bound and gagged and helpless. He grabbed the pole and slowly led her to the front door of his cabin. He guided her through the woods until they came across the chair cemented in the ground. She saw all the straps and tried to get away but the affects of the drugs did not help. She did not notice the ant hill below the chair.

He led her around the chair and forced her into it, quickly buckling the straps tightly around her waist and chest. He then untied her hands and strapped them to the chair as well as her ankles. He removed the cock gag and swapped it out for one that kept her mouth open. He lubed up and slid a large weighted butt plug in her, The gravity of her situation started to sink in. She was naked in the woods strapped to a chair cemented in the ground.

He stepped back and smiled as he grabbed a long stick and began poking the ground beneath her chair. He poked at it several times before the ants started crawling out. She tried to scream but no one would hear her. He kept poking the ground until he was satisfied that the ants were disturbed and would do their thing. He walked away and left her there with the ants climbing the chair and onto her. They were angry and were biting as they crawled over her.

He returned 2 hours later with a backpack and a long rod with a hook on top. He then went to the tree with the wasps nest and carefully carried it over to her chair then drove it into the ground with the nest a few feet above her head. It was early in the day and they were not very active yet. He reached into the bag and took out a jar of honey and smeared it around her nipples. He then poked at the ground some more and jacked off while watching the ants swarm the poor girl. He then gathered some rocks and started throwing them at the nest. After a few throws, the wasps started to come out. He kept tossing rocks at the nest, gave the ground a few more pokes then left her to be stung and bitten. Soon the mosquitoes came, attracted to the honey smeared on her breasts.

When he returned 2 hours later he had a large paper bag and a dog cone. He fastened the dog cone around her neck. He then pulled out a container of mealworms and zoophoba. He shook the container in front of her then started pouring them into the cone and around her neck. He pulled out 2 small solo cups and a box of grasshoppers. He placed several grasshoppers in each of the cups then taped the cups to her breasts.

 It was not long before the grasshoppers found her honey covered nipples. She felt them crawling around her nipples before one took a bite. Before long, several of them started feasting away at her nipples, the cups holding them in place. Ants crawled in and out of her mouth and the worms started wriggling up her face but trapped in the cone. Some of them bit her neck and face.

He stood back and admired the beautiful site before him. He had picked up the stick again, poking at the ground so the ants kept coming almost completely covering her. He threw more rocks at the wasps nest, then sat back and masturbated while watching her being devoured. He came quickly, standing so it went all over her. He then left her again in the hot sun as she was swarmed by hungry and angry insects and wasps. Before he left, he killed one wasp, knowing it will give off a scent that will attract even more.

He went back to his cabin and left her there till dusk. He went back and started digging a deep hole close to the chair. She was passed out in the chair with her head slumped over, all red and swollen from hours of being bit, stung and feasted on. He removed the cups from her nipples freeing the well fed grasshoppers and admiring her devoured nipples. He unfastened her from the chair and dragged her over to the hole and plopped her in it, then starting to fill it until it was up to her neck just leaving her head and cone sticking out. She woke as he was finishing filling in the hole. She tried to struggle but was firmly in the ground. He poured some water from a nearby pond around her making the ground solid around her. He added some more mealworms to the cone around her neck. He then placed a bucket over her head leaving her trapped in the earth and the dark. The mealworms like the dark.

 He might return in the morning, he might not. If he did return, he might bring some maggots, they bite to bite, they need no enticing. That would be her finale. He might keep her alive for a few days, letting the bugs eat what they could before digging her up and tossing her in the pond, chained to a couple of kettle bells so she would sink to the bottom and be eaten by the fish and bottom feeders.

 He would leave the chair cemented in the ground for his next Tinder date.