How Ashley Be”Came” the Queen of the Insects
Ashley knew she had the whole afternoon to herself. Her Mom was working, and her Dad, as was usually the case, was away on business. “Business” for Ashley’s Dad usually meant spending a week or two in the alps with whichever mistress he had on lock down for that particular year. While you would think this would have upset Ash, but she actually loved it when he left because it gave her some much-needed time alone. He paid the bills, kept them both in a palatial home, driving cars so nice most people can’t even pronounce them, so why would she complain? Her Mom knew what she signed up for when she married a rich womanizer, and while there may have been a lack of an actual Dad, the elegant luxuries she surrounded herself in more than made up for that. Today, for Ashley, was about going outside with some champagne, and doing some nude sunbathing in the yard. That was the other thing she loved about being rich. Being untouchable. Ashley would heave when she imagined any of her less attractive neighbors attempting what she was about to. But she knew, outside of Rich, who lived across the street and Ashley was sure was in love with her, that no one else would see. And even if they had, no one would do shit. Can’t touch the untouchable, she always said. So she grabbed her iPod, towel, a bottle of chilled champagne, and a grape Popsicle, and headed outside to her back yard. And beneath the Earth, the quite tunnels of vermin all stirred for a moment, sensing something wonderful was coming.
Ashley lay the towel down so it was in perfect view of Rich’s room. How she liked to torment people. Her nude body glistened in the sun, shimmering with an almost reflective quality from how heavily she had oiled herself. All part of the process, she thought, as she lay naked, in clear site of his window. She began sipping some of the champagne from the bottle, letting a few escaped drops slither down her naked flesh, almost sizzling to steam as it went. She looked up at the window just in time to see Rich dive out of view, and that was enough to make her push things even further.
She gazed up at the window, grinning the grin of a spoiled child who knows they can get whatever they want. She arched her back, to make herself even more inviting, and began to suggestively dip the purple Popsicle into the bottle of champagne. In and out she pushed it, looking up at Rich’s window, grinning. She could see he was trying not to look, but couldn’t control himself. She decided to take it even further. She began dipping the Popsicle into the champagne, and then pulling it out of the bottle slowly, and licking the length of the Popsicle as slowly as she could. At this point, Rich just stood in the window, blatantly watching her with his mouth open, in silent awe. She knew she had him, and wanted to toy with the poor boy even further. She grabbed the bottle, taking a huge swig, forgetting about the myriad of medication she was on to help her forget about absentee Daddy. Then she sat back and began pouring the champagne over her naked body, and undulating as the cold liquid poured onto her hot skin. Still, though. This wasn’t enough for her. She had to take it even further. Too far, actually.
Ashley, now covered in champagne and suntan lotion, put the bottle down and grabbed the Popsicle by its stick. She was looking up at the window, and could no longer so Rich, but knew he had to still be watching. No one would look away from this show. Thing is, Rich had. He had to. As attractive as she may have been, Rich hated Ashley and everything her and her fucked up family symbolized. And he knew she played with him, so he would play along. But as soon as he saw what she was about to do with this Popsicle he went and decided to play some Xbox. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see this, because he did. He just knew that shit would be poison to his mind, so he distracted himself. Ofcourse, Ashley didn’t know this, and, assuming Rich was hanging on her every motion, began to use the Popsicle like a sex toy.
Flashes of purple and pink, mashing together, liquefying Purple Popsicle streamed down her thighs like liquid lavender, and within ten seconds, she got so swept up in the deviancy of the act, and how the cold felt in such contrast to her blistering heat, and she just lost control. No longer was this for a show. No longer did her concern lay with who was peeping in on this act. No, this act had become a furious fuck you to the world, and all Ashley cared about at this point was getting off, as hard as she could, with as little regard for any other living thing as she could. Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you, Rich. Fuck you, perverts and bastards. Fuck you all!
She could feel the meds in her system interacting with the alcohol, all coexisting with how ferociously she was bucking her hips. She hadn’t realized the Popsicle had melted down to just a stick, and she was rubbing herself raw with it, but she continued to, completely unaware. Inside the house across the street, Rich had just gotten the “not looking at my naked, fucked up neighbor” achievement on the game he was playing, and just kept on gaming.
Outside, Ashley’s thighs were twitching, aftershocks from her massive string of orgasms she gave herself. That, mixed with the downer effects of all the interacting drugs she was on, caused her to start to slip in and out of consciousness. She tried to fight it, but she just lay back in her seat and closed her eyes for a second. The warm sun-kissed her forehead, and she felt like the queen of the world for a moment. But the sun was too warm. And the booze was too strong. And she came just a bit too hard. And instead of closing her eyes for a moment, she fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the pool of sugared water and sweat that had gathered between her thighs and pooled on her stomach. She wasn’t aware, but a great deal of insects were. Just below the Earth, they were clamoring and gathering, so many insects that the grass in her yard was moving like water. And slowly they gathered, coming to the surface in their black armor and wiry eyes. The burst forth like a bubbling geyser of oil, and covered her, crawling up her legs and thighs like soldiers, as she slept as deep as the dead. Every couple of minutes, she would get a tickling sensation from the hundreds of tiny legs crawling on her naked flesh, but it was never enough to wake her.
What did wake her, two hours later, though, was the burning sensation she felt around her crotch and thighs. She suddenly sat upright, screaming. At first, she had no idea where she was, because the day had given way to-night, and she was in darkness. The burning between her thighs was a pain the likes of which she had never felt before. A burning sensation, emanating from places most don’t publicly speak of, let alone play with. But it was here. Ashley’s moment to shine. The irony was it was nothing like she expected.
Thousands of tiny pincers were chewing the walls of her flesh from the inside and she screamed. They bit, and clawed, and dug inside of her. Her eyes were wide, peering through the darkness, knowing she didn’t want to see what she could already feel. She whimpered, as the reality struck her. Her lower half was completely covered by insects, millions of them, engulfing her. She tried to scream again, but barely a whimper fell from her lips. She rolled left and right as fast as she could, trying to free herself, but all she felt was a giant mass of undulating insects, all around her. Crawling up her stomach, trying to funnel into any open hole they could find. With one final spasm, she activated the motion sensors in the lights on the house, and suddenly she saw her lower half.
Crawling out from inside her by the hundreds, carrying a purple stained Popsicle stick as if it were a crucifix, were an army of insects, and only the worst kinds. Fire ants and spiders. Wingless wasps and centipedes. So many it looked like a slick of crimson tinted oil, pouring out of her. She finally mustered a noise deep in her, and managed to turn it into a scream for help. Suddenly, all those neighbors who she was always so rude to just turned up their TV’s, all at once, drowning out her screams. Especially Rich, who just got the “zero fucks given” achievement as her dying screams echoed around the walls of his room. “Can’t touch the untouchable” he thought to himself, and just kept on gaming, doing his best to ignore her cries.
And outside, and just below his window, the insects worked together, to pull this massive, screaming maggot back to their hill, where she belongs. The queen of the insects.