I take the ant the servant holds out. She has withstood stings on her nipples to avoid the heat of the iron, but can she take it on her clit? I look at her nipples, they have swollen and are purple as the venom attacked the nerves there.

I reach under her with the tong, moving the ant towards her clit. She cannot see how close the ant is getting, but I can tell she doesn't want this thing anywhere near her clit. She is rocking back, crying and pleading with me. She glances over her shoulder at the branding iron poised just behind her ass. She looks at me and after gritting her teeth rocks back into the iron. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" her full throated scream is loud. The searing pain of her flesh burning makes her jump forward. Ooops, I forgot to move the ant away. The scream as the ant stings her clit is so loud some of the Arabs cover their ears. Some are leaning forward with their hands on their cocks, rapt expressions on their faces.

Midnite stands up, applauding the performance as the slut shakes and trembles, moaning while the ant venom goes to work on her clit. Others follow suit, and soon everyone is on their feet. The smell of her burnt flesh still permeates the air and while some have their hands over their noses, others are breathing deep, savoring the smell.

I bow to the crowd and go to the new Arab owner and kneel, assuming the submissive position.