She wondered whether the rat traps were still in Buford’s barn. If not, she could surely find some other toys to play with. While Tiffany was considering what toys she might find in the barn, the patches of Devil’s thorn in the vacant lot next door came to mind: She wondered whether the thorns would make good surrogates for wasp stings. There was only one way to find out; and, since it seemed to her to be a just penance, Tiffany determined to carry it out on the following day.
The next day, after the boy’s parents had left the house, Tiffany harvested a few of the hard Devil’s-thorn seed pods. She then spread a large beach towel under the boy’s bedroom window in order to do some topless sunbathing. After she had stripped down to her bikini bottom, she knelt down facing the house. She picked up one of the Devil’s-heads and examined the long spines that represented the Devil’s horns. They filled her with dread.
Dreading what was coming, Tiffany fished some ice out of her drink and applied it to her already painfully erect nipples, hoping to numb them. Instead, the cold just made them hurt even more. Tiffany felt relieved at this, as she had felt guilty about using the ice. Besides, by distracting her attention from the thorns, icing her nipples had had the beneficial effect of calming her fears.
Tiffany took a deep breath. Not wishing to let any further negative thinking get the better of her again, she quickly thrust one of the Devil’s thorns as far as it would go into the very center of each tit tip. The stabbing pain brought tears to her eyes and a moan to her lips. She shuddered involuntarily, as if her breasts were trying to shake off the fiendish burs on whose sharp spikes her tortured teats were impaled.
When Tiffany had recovered sufficiently from this first stage of her plan, she managed to snap off the main body of each bur so that only a tiny stub of thorn remained visible in each nipple. The rest of the thorns remained invisible, still lodged in her milk ducts, tormenting her with impunity, her throbbing nipples too painful to touch.
The groaning girl fell over backwards. The devilish spines embedded in her nipples had given them some backbone, which forced those tender tit tips to remain stiffly at attention. With her lying flat on her back and her nipples standing stiffly upright, Tiffany’s tits made superb sundials. While she kept track of the time, Tiffany could see the boy grinning down at her from his bedroom window; for this next stage of her plan had left her barely able to move other than to shudder now and again, her tits quivering nicely.
“Now I know how a worm feels,” she moaned, thinking of the grubs in which the parasitoid mind-controlling wasps she had learned about in Entomology class implanted their eggs. The wasps last night must have mistaken her long, hard nipples for their usual prey, she thought.
“No, now you know how two worms feel,” she heard the boy snicker from his window, correcting her. Tiffany blushed. He was right, of course. As had happened the night before, he had proved himself to be more astute than she was. Humbled, Tiffany did not feel the least bit superior to the worms she now empathized and identified with.