StoneWitch Stories

  It took almost five minutes for them to reach her. The excited nest of ants slowly covered the trial of honey. About 3 inches form her pussy, Nancy finally saw them.   Her eyes bulged and her stomach turned icy.   This couldn’t be what Roger was planning…?               She looked up to see him smirking cheerfully.   “Finally caught on, eh my dear?   I’ve read that the natives used to stake out prisoners like this.”   He gave a theatrical shudder.   “Can’t imagine what they’d feel like running around all over you.   Must be hell.”               Nancy opened her mouth, but Roger’s warning jumped to the forefront of her mind.   She clamped her lips around the spoon and stared downward in utter horror.           ...

                  It was a hot day in late July.   The sun boiled down and everything was still and sweltering.   Nancy’s dress stuck to her like plastic wrap.   She had done the dishes, vacuumed, then collapsed into a miserable puddle in front of the living room fan.   It was too hot for much else.            Nancy lounged most of the afternoon.   She considered making dinner but dismissed it.   If Roger wanted a hot dinner on a day like today, he could fend for himself!   Nancy wouldn’t be fooling around in the kitchen just to get heatstroke.   Nor would she be cleaning, baking or anything else!                 Nancy had worked herself into a downright foul mood by the time Roger came home at 4:30.             ...