Chapter 4: The ones they didn’t find

Graphic tiny abuse. Expect insertion, groping, using tinies as pleasure toys, etc

The house pulsed with bass, the deep throb of music syncing with the rhythmic movements upstairs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker—an overwhelming feeling of power, dominance, and objectification.

Though Greg and Mel had managed to save most of the tinies, they couldn’t rescue them all. The remaining tinies, so small and fragile, were mere toys in the hands of the giants, their bodies treated as nothing more than playthings to be used and discarded at will.

In one dimly lit room, a giant woman lay back lazily on the bed, her legs spread wide, discarded clothing strewn carelessly around her. She reclined, enjoying the comfort of her position, but the tiny girl she had trapped was far from comfortable. The tiny girl’s body was trapped against the giant’s skin, overwhelmed by the sheer size and heat of the woman’s form. She could hardly move, her limbs pinned by the weight of the giant’s fleshy curves.

With cruel ease, the giant woman grabbed the tiny girl by the waist, using her as a living tool, shoving her in and out of her own wet, tight entrance. The tiny girl’s body was a mere object, pressed into the woman’s slick, warm flesh, her form being pushed and pulled with each brutal thrust. She gasped for air, her entire body jerked with each movement, the sensation of being used for the woman’s pleasure nearly drowning her in the suffocating heat of the act.

The giant woman moaned, relishing the feeling of the tiny girl’s form moving in and out of her, enjoying the power she had over the girl. She quickened the pace, thrusting the tiny girl deeper with each motion, feeling her tiny body struggle and squirm in response.

The tiny girl’s own desperate gasps echoed in the room, but they were swallowed by the giant’s heat. She couldn’t escape; her tiny hands pressed against the woman’s soft, slick skin, struggling but ultimately powerless to stop the relentless force of the giant’s thrusts. Her body was a vessel, nothing more than an instrument to be used and discarded, as the woman reveled in her control.

From the corner of the room, a giant man watched, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. His fingers traced over his shirt, the bulge in his boxer shorts unmistakable as he observed the scene. His gaze remained fixed on the tiny girl, watching with satisfaction as she was thrust in and out of the giant woman’s body, the humiliation clear in her futile attempts to escape.

The woman’s body trembled with pleasure as she continued to use the tiny girl, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she shoved her deeper, savoring every moment of domination. With each thrust, the tiny girl’s body was forced to yield, her breath quickening, her body trembling in terror, knowing she had no choice but to endure the relentless penetration. The tiny girl’s mind screamed for relief, but all that came were waves of helplessness and discomfort as she was reduced to nothing more than a dildo for the giant woman’s pleasure.

As the woman’s breath quickened, nearing her release, the giant man stepped forward. He moved with deliberate intent, his hands hovering above the woman’s body. He climbed over her, his massive frame looming, positioning himself between her legs. His eyes were dark with hunger, watching the scene below, but his attention quickly turned to the woman.

“Let’s take this further,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. The tiny girl, still trapped inside the woman’s body, felt her own sense of dread escalate as she was pushed deeper into the woman’s inner heat.

Downstairs

The music above throbbed through the walls, the bass a heavy pulse that matched the frantic energy of the party. In the corner of the dimly lit room, a giant man stood still, his back against the wall, seemingly calm despite the growing heat of his arousal. His shorts were stretched tight around his erection, the fabric pressing against him, straining with the sheer size of him.

Inside the waistband, a tiny girl was trapped, her naked body wedged against the rigid length of his cock. She struggled, her slick skin gliding against the fabric, but it only pushed her harder against him. Her breath came in desperate, shallow gasps, her tiny hands weakly pressing against the taut fabric of his shorts, but there was no escape. The smell of his body—sweat, alcohol, and the overwhelming musk of his arousal—filled her senses, making it harder to breathe. The heat from his cock was unbearable, suffocating her as she pressed against the unforgiving hardness.

The man reached down and grabbed another tiny girl, her panicked cries lost in the noise of the party. He hoisted her into the air with one hand, tearing the clothes from her body in a swift motion. Her small form kicked, but it was no use—his grip was too strong, her body completely at his mercy.

He shoved her roughly into the waistband of his shorts, pressing her against the opposite side of his cock. Now both tinies were wedged together, their soft, trembling bodies sliding against each other as they were forced closer to his arousal. The man’s breath caught at the sensation, the heat of their skin mingling with the slickness of his precum as it leaked onto the fabric, adding to the slick friction between them.

He didn’t wait. His fingers moved, guiding the tinies along his cock, stroking them up and down the length of him with increasing urgency. The first girl’s soft, round breasts brushed against the thick muscle of his cock, her skin slick with sweat as she writhed helplessly, her body unable to escape. Every stroke brought them closer to the head of his cock, his precum oozing onto their tiny forms as they slid along him, making it easier for him to move them faster. The tinies’ bodies trembled against him, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him.

The second tiny girl, pressed against the other side of his cock, struggled to twist her body, but the pressure kept her firmly in place. Her small hands pressed weakly against his cock, trying to push herself away, but it was futile—she only slid against him more desperately. The friction was intense as the rough fabric of his shorts scraped against her sensitive skin, her body rubbing against him with every shift.

The man gritted his teeth as he felt their helplessness, the friction of their soft bodies against him intensifying with every stroke. His hand moved them faster, more deliberately now, forcing them to slide along him. His precum continued to coat his shaft, the slickness adding to the sensation, making the stroking action even smoother. He could feel the tinies’ soft skin, the delicate curve of their bodies, pressed against him, their helplessness fueling his desire.

“You’re nothing but toys,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into their tiny forms as he pressed them more firmly against his cock, moving them harder, faster. The first girl’s breasts brushed against him again, her soft skin grinding along him, while her desperate gasps for air were muffled by the thick fabric of his shorts. The scent of her sweat and his precum mixed in the air, the musky smell overwhelming.

Without warning, the man pressed one of the girl’s heads down, guiding her face over the slit of his cock. Her gasps were muffled, the pressure on her chest and her mouth making it harder to breathe as she was forced to take in the heat and musky scent of his arousal. The moistness of his slit rubbed against her face as she was pushed against it, the sensation of her breath against him sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.

His movements didn’t slow. He continued stroking them, moving their bodies up and down his shaft as the warmth of their skin pressed against him, their soft forms grinding helplessly along his length. His precum continued to coat his cock, the slickness allowing the tinies to slide along him with each stroke, their frantic struggles only increasing the friction, adding to the rising pressure in his body. The air around them was thick with the musky, overwhelming scent of arousal—his, theirs, the fear and helplessness mixing together.

The man’s grip tightened, forcing them into the rhythm he controlled. He could feel the slickness of his precum on their tiny forms, their sweat mixing with it as they slid helplessly along him. The pressure from their soft, trembling bodies sent waves of heat through him, the sensation of their fear and desperation intensifying his pleasure. His cock twitched with each movement, the friction building with each desperate grind of their bodies, pushing him closer to the edge, but he held back, enjoying the control, savoring the feeling of their helplessness beneath his hands.

At the Bar

The bar buzzed with the energy of drunken laughter and the rhythmic pulse of music that vibrated through the floor, as the giants towered over the tiny crowd. The scent of alcohol, sweat, and something heavier, something primal, thickened the air. In a corner near the bar, the tiny girl stood, her heart racing as she watched the giant woman—her ample, sculpted breasts pushing against the fabric of her top, swaying with every movement. The woman’s presence was magnetic, her curves impossible to ignore, her confident posture exuding a tantalizing mix of dominance and allure.

The tiny girl could feel herself shrinking, her gaze instinctively lowering as she tried to keep her distance, though her eyes couldn’t help but trace the curves of the giant woman’s body. Her skin, glowing with a subtle sheen from the heat of the room, beckoned the tiny girl into a dangerous game she never wanted to play.

The laughter from the group of giants playing Truth or Dare carried over, and the tiny girl hoped she could stay out of the spotlight. She tried to remain unnoticed, standing by the bar as the game grew louder. But fate wasn’t on her side. The giant woman’s voice rang out as she reached for her drink, and the men gathered around her egged her on, teasing her to take on the next dare.

The man beside her leaned forward, his expression mischievous, eyes glinting with a daring challenge “Alright,” he purred, her lips curling into a smirk. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” the woman responded, clearly relishing the tension.

With a wicked grin, the man pointed across the bar at the tiny girl. “I dare you to toss that tiny into your tits.”

A hush fell over the group as the dare was given, and before the tiny girl could react, the giant woman’s gaze locked on her with a smoldering intensity. Her lips curved into a playful, almost predatory smile, and in a single fluid motion, she reached out, her large hand wrapping around the tiny girl’s waist with ease. The woman’s fingers were warm and firm, lifting the tiny girl into the air as though she weighed nothing, her breath catching in the tiny girl’s throat as she was pulled closer.

For a split second, time seemed to stretch. The tiny girl’s body was suspended in the air, the world around her shifting as she was drawn toward the soft, inviting cleavage of the giant woman. The woman’s voice, low and sultry, echoed in her ears. “Looks like you’re about to get comfortable, little one,” she teased, the heat from her breath washing over the tiny girl’s face.

With a flick of her wrist, the giant woman tossed the tiny girl toward her chest. The tiny girl’s body was enveloped in the softness of the giant woman’s breasts, sinking deep into the plush flesh, her face pressing into the warm, smooth skin. The scent of the woman’s perfume mixed with the natural, intoxicating warmth of her body, and the tiny girl’s breath faltered as she was pinned between the two firm mounds. Her body was helpless, squashed beneath the weight of the giant woman’s curves, each gentle shift of the woman’s body further pressing her down into the heated softness.

The giant woman sighed, enjoying the sensation of the tiny girl struggling against her chest, her body now trapped in the deep cleavage. “Mmm, you feel good in there,” she murmured, shifting her chest, pressing the tiny girl deeper into her soft, yielding flesh. The tiny girl’s breath grew shallow as her body squirmed in an attempt to escape, but it was hopeless—her movements only served to sink her further into the suffocating warmth.

A low chuckle came from the man who had dared the giant woman. He leaned in closer, his hands roaming over the giant woman’s chest, squeezing her breasts with an almost possessive touch. “Not bad,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But I think she needs a little more attention.”

The giant woman’s smirk widened, and she allowed the man to grope her chest, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. The tiny girl, crushed under the weight of the woman’s curves, could do nothing but endure, the heat from the breasts around her overpowering her senses. Each shift, each squeeze from the man’s hands, sent jolts of pressure down her body, forcing her further into the softness of the woman’s chest.

The tiny girl’s heart raced as she tried to push herself free, her hands weakly pressing against the woman’s skin, but every movement was futile. She could feel the heat radiating from the woman’s body, the soft flesh pressing down on her as if it would consume her whole. The giant woman hummed in satisfaction, enjoying the tiny girl’s helplessness, the way her body was trapped between her breasts, unable to escape.

“You’re not going anywhere,” the giant woman whispered, her voice a low, throaty murmur. She shifted her chest once more, rolling the tiny girl deeper into the cleft between her breasts, her body swaying with the motion. “Just stay right there. You fit perfectly.”

The man, his grin widening, gave the giant woman’s chest a final squeeze, pressing the tiny girl deeper into her cleavage. “Perfect,” he muttered, watching the tiny girl’s struggle with dark amusement. “She’s all yours.”

The tiny girl’s body was nothing more than an object now, pressed between the giantess’ soft, yielding flesh, her every attempt to escape only making her sink deeper into the suffocating heat. She could do nothing but endure as the two giants reveled in the power they held over her.

Elsewhere

A giant man hands roaming over the tiny girl he had taken from the bar. The tiny girl lay flat on the table, struggling to escape the weight of his finger pressing her down against the cool surface. She was no bigger than the palm of his hand—soft, plush, fragile—and as she squirmed, he felt the subtle resistance of her body beneath his touch, her tiny frame helpless against his overwhelming presence.

His voice was a lazy growl, thick with alcohol. “Where do you think you’re going, little thing?” The words were playful, but there was nothing playful about the way his finger dug into her back, keeping her pinned. She gasped, her body twitching under the pressure as he held her in place, her muscles straining weakly against him.

“Please…” she whispered, but her voice was nothing more than a breath against the vastness of his body. His thumb slid over her back, following the curve of her soft, pliable skin, and he let out a low, pleased sound as her small body wriggled beneath him.

She flinched when his fingers moved lower, squeezing one of her plush ass cheeks with a firm tap. The impact made her body jolt, the soft flesh left stinging under his touch, a red mark blooming where his giant finger had spanked her. She let out a yelp, but the sound was drowned in the drunken chuckles that rumbled from the giant’s chest.

“You’re so soft,” he muttered, his thumb pressing deeper into her back, pushing her closer to the cool table. The pressure was unyielding, and she felt like a mere plaything in his grasp. Her tiny body—so vulnerable, so small—moved with every shift of his hand, struggling to find freedom, but there was none to be had.

He chuckled at her attempts, the amusement in his eyes dark as he gently lifted her from the table with one hand, his fingers wrapping around her tiny waist like she was nothing more than a fragile doll. She gasped, her legs kicking helplessly as he pulled her into the air, the tiny girl trapped in the palm of his hand. He tilted her slightly, inspecting her with a mix of fascination and lust, before bringing her close to his face.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his hot breath washing over her, the scent of alcohol clinging to him. He ran his finger over the delicate curve of her breast, pressing down to feel the soft flesh squish under his touch. She gasped, her body trembling at the feel of his finger squeezing the tiny mound of her breast between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in, lips brushing the soft, plush skin of her tiny breast, and he couldn’t resist giving it a playful, firm bite. She gasped again, her body jerking at the pressure. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, leaving a small, possessive mark.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, low and rough, his voice vibrating against her tiny body as he lowered her, his fingers sliding lower to her plush ass. He squeezed one cheek hard, the pressure making her wince, the softness of her body yielding under the weight of his hand. “So soft. So squishy.”

With a grin, he gave her ass another tap—another slap—harder this time. The sensation made her body jerk, the sting of the slap marking her delicate skin. The imprint of his finger remained on her soft flesh, and he chuckled at how small she seemed under his touch.

Her breath quickened in discomfort and humiliation as he moved her again, shifting her in his palm like she was nothing but a toy. His pinky finger slid lower, tracing the soft curve of her hip before pressing against the sensitive area between her legs. She gasped at the cold intrusion, her small body jerking away in a feeble attempt to escape. But his grip tightened, pinning her against him, and he continued to tease her, using his finger to press gently against her most intimate spot, his touch so overpowering and possessive.

He shifted her in his grip, turning her over with ease like she weighed nothing at all. His pinky moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing lightly at first, but then pressing deeper, exploring. She shivered, her body jerking at the strange, foreign sensation. He smiled, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in satisfaction.

He brought her closer, using his tongue to tease the delicate folds of her soft, plush skin, licking slowly between her thighs. She gasped, her tiny body trembling at the intimacy of the gesture. His mouth moved lower, and his lips closed around her groin, sucking gently before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. The sensation of his lips, warm and wet against her, made her gasp in surprise.

“You’re mine, little one,” he growled, as his hand continued to roam over her body, caressing, squeezing, marking. She squirmed, trying to pull away from the heat of his touch, but his grip tightened, and his other hand slid to her ass, squeezing it roughly. The pressure made her gasp, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her.

His tongue lapped at her again, this time pressing deeper, his mouth greedily exploring her soft, delicate skin. She winced as his teeth sank into her flesh—he bit her, hard enough to leave a mark, then continued to suck, his mouth devouring her as though she were a toy to be played with, cherished, and owned.

His lips left her skin with a wet sound, and he turned her in his hand again, this time cradling her in his palm. His breath was hot on her, and she could feel the lingering sensation of his touch—his possessiveness—on every part of her body. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath, her body overwhelmed by the sensations, by the way he seemed to consume her with every movement.

“You’re such a good little thing,” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. His thumb traced the plushness of her ass again, squeezing it roughly before he brought her face close to his, his lips finding hers in a sloppy, drunken kiss. He tasted the sweetness of her skin, a kiss that was almost too gentle for the roughness of his earlier touches, but still, it was possessive, claiming her as his.

She had no choice but to stay pressed against him, her small body trapped between his lips and his chest. His hand moved from her ass to cradle her back, pulling her tighter into his warm, muscular body. He sighed, clearly content, and the drunken haze of his mind began to take over.

As he settled back against the couch, he tucked her against his chest. She was soft, pliable, easily molded to his whims. His hand stroked her gently, caressing her as though she were a cherished toy. His fingers brushed over her tiny form—her plush ass, her delicate back—before moving to stroke her hair. The tiny strands were soft against his fingertips, and he smiled drunkenly, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with affection and alcohol. “So soft… so squishy.” He yawned, pulling her closer, her body now pinned against his chest, a little doll in his arms. He didn’t care if she struggled anymore. The tiny girl’s body was pressed against him, trapped by the weight of his affection, like a toy to be groped and cherished in his drunken slumber.

She was his to keep, a soft, plush thing to be held and admired, and as he drifted off to sleep, she was trapped in his arms, unable to escape, her body overwhelmed by his touch.

In Another Room

A giant woman lounged on the couch, her ample chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She smiled wickedly at the tiny girl sitting in her palm, her eyes dark with hunger. With a firm grip, she pressed the tiny girl against her chest, her fingers forcing the girl’s face against the hardened nipple. The tiny girl gasped, struggling, but the woman’s grip was merciless, pushing her deeper into the soft, overwhelming flesh.

“You’re going to make me feel good,” the woman purred, a sensual moan escaping her lips as the tiny girl’s face moved helplessly against her breast. The tiny girl’s skin was flushed with humiliation, her tiny hands weakly pushing against the giant’s body, but there was no escape. The woman’s nipple stiffened under her cheek, the warmth of her skin suffocating as the tiny girl squirmed in discomfort.

A giant man, watching with growing satisfaction, stepped forward and easily scooped the tiny girl up, lifting her like a plaything. “Let’s make it better,” he growled, positioning her back against the woman’s chest. He pressed her head into the giant’s soft, round breast, forcing her to rub against the stiff nipple.

The woman moaned, her fingers tightening on the tiny girl’s head, guiding her deeper into the warmth. The man’s mouth watered as he lowered himself, licking the giant woman’s other nipple, sucking it greedily while the tiny girl remained pinned beneath their bodies. The tiny girl was caught between them, her face pressed against the woman’s chest as the man’s mouth latched onto the woman’s breast, sucking her nipple with increasing intensity.

The woman’s breath hitched with pleasure as the man pulled away from her nipple and repositioned the tiny girl, holding her upside down so that her small body lay right beneath the woman’s breast. With a wicked grin, he began to slide the giant woman’s stiff nipple against the tiny girl’s pussy, pressing the large, firm flesh against her vulnerable area. The tiny girl gasped, her entire body shuddering from the sensation. The nipple was large—so much larger than her—and the pressure was overwhelming.

“Oh, look at her,” the man murmured, watching as the tiny girl’s body jerked with each press of the woman’s nipple against her pussy. “She likes it.”

The woman groaned, the sensation of her nipple sliding against the tiny girl’s sensitive skin only intensifying her arousal. “You feel that, don’t you?” she teased the tiny girl, her voice thick with lust. “That’s just the beginning.”

The tiny girl’s body trembled under the relentless pressure, caught between the giant’s teasing nipple and the man’s rough hands. With a low chuckle, the man grabbed the tiny girl by the waist and pressed her harder against the woman’s chest, the nipple now rubbing against her pussy with even more force. The woman’s pleasure grew, her breath becoming shallow and uneven as the tiny girl’s body reacted, betraying her as she squirmed in response to the intense stimulation.

“Please,” the tiny girl whispered, her voice barely audible, but the man just laughed, his fingers finding the tiny girl’s vulnerable spots and teasing her relentlessly. “You don’t get to beg,” he growled. “You’re just here for us.”

With that, he turned his attention back to the woman, sucking her nipple hard again, while his other hand continued to press the tiny girl against the woman’s body. The giant woman moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as the tiny girl’s form moved helplessly beneath her, her pussy now slick from the intense friction of the woman’s nipple.

In the living room.

The party was in full swing, the heavy beat of the music vibrating through the walls, laughter and voices rising over the chaos. A twisted version of beer pong was underway, the rules long since abandoned. Instead of ping pong balls, the giants used tinies, tossing them back and forth like objects in a game they played for fun.

A tiny girl, already disoriented and drunk from the alcohol she’d been submerged in earlier, was caught again. Her clothes, torn and shredded from the rough treatment, barely clung to her bruised skin. Her body was sticky with beer, a faint odor of whiskey clinging to her. She could barely stand, her limbs trembling as she was pulled from the cup by a giant girl with a playful smirk.

“Catch,” the giant girl barked, grinning as she sent the tiny girl flying across the room. Her tiny body flopped and spun through the air, her heart racing with fear.

She landed with a soft thud against a giant boy’s chest, only to be roughly passed to the next. His fingers pinched her breasts hard enough to make her gasp before he tossed her into the air. Her body flopped like a ragdoll, her limbs jerking in the air as she was tossed around, each grab more forceful than the last.

The laughter of the giants filled the room as they jostled her between them, their hands groping her. There was no hesitation, no care for her discomfort—just a crude game of keep-away that sent her flying from one pair of hands to another.

At some point, she was dropped into a cup by a giant girl, her small body floating in the alcohol, dizzy and weak. A giant boy leaned down, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Perfect place for a drink,” he muttered, not really speaking to anyone. She had no time to respond before he took a long sip, the cold liquid flooding her senses. She tried to pull away, but it was useless, her tiny body helpless against the overwhelming force of the giant’s thirst.

The giant’s tongue, wet and warm, flicked across her skin, teasing at her thighs before pressing in harder. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue slid up between her legs, the sensation unbearable, and yet her body responded against her will. She tried to move, to escape, but his fingers gripped her tightly, keeping her pressed against his lips. She shuddered, unable to stop the humiliating tremor that ran through her body.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at her as if she were nothing more than a drink he had finished. Without a second thought, he tossed her across the room again, sending her spiraling through the air until she landed in yet another pair of hands. The giants were all laughing, their voices booming as they passed her between them, never giving her a chance to rest.

She was caught again by a giant girl, who giggled as she pressed her fingers between the tiny girl’s thighs, squeezing and teasing. “So cute,” the giant girl cooed before tossing her into a cup. The tiny girl’s head spun from the constant tossing and the alcohol soaking into her skin. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was thrown back into the game.

A giant boy scooped her out of the cup, his fingers digging into her fragile waist as he held her up for everyone to see. His thumb brushed roughly against her breast, causing her to gasp in pain and unwanted pleasure. He laughed, the sound dark and rich with amusement, before flicking his wrist and tossing her away again, sending her body careening across the room.

The giant boy who caught her next grinned mischievously as he pinched her ass, making her yelp. “Give her here,” he called out, holding her above the table as another giant boy lined up his shot. She barely had time to react before she was dropped into another cup, the cold liquid making her shiver.

The game continued, the giants’ laughter and teasing filling the room as they played their twisted version of beer pong. The tiny girl was their toy, tossed and groped, passed between them without a second thought. She tried to curl into herself, but it was futile—she was their game now, and there was no escape.

As the game reached its peak, one giant girl pulled her in close, her grip tight around the tiny girl’s waist as she held her against her chest. The giant girl’s breath was warm against her ear, her voice low as she whispered something she couldn’t catch. She laughed, the sound dark and rich with amusement, before flicking her wrist and tossing the tiny girl away again, sending her body tumbling through the air.

She landed hard, her limbs aching as she struggled to find her bearings. The giants were already moving on, already forgetting her as they returned to their game, their laughter ringing in her ears. She could barely move, too sore and too dizzy from the constant tossing. Her body was bruised and shaking.

She lay there, her eyes half-lidded, her breath shallow, feeling nothing but the emptiness of being discarded. The game had ended, but the feeling of being nothing more than an object to be tossed around and used for their amusement lingered in the air, suffocating her.

Back to the Dimly Lit Room

The giant man’s thrusts were deep and relentless, each powerful movement forcing the tiny girl further into the woman’s body. With every stroke, her small form was pushed deeper, wedged impossibly tight inside the woman’s cunt, crushed by the overwhelming pressure. The slick, warm walls of the woman’s inner flesh surrounded her, suffocating her with each brutal thrust.

The tiny girl’s chest pressed helplessly against the softness of the woman’s body, her small body bouncing helplessly with every hard, unyielding push. She gasped for air, but the overwhelming heat of the woman’s body and the relentless pressure made it impossible to breathe. The man groaned, his movements growing more frantic as he buried himself deeper inside the woman. The tiny girl, helpless and caught in the wake of their passion, could do nothing but endure the suffocating heat and the crushing weight of their lust.

The man’s rhythm quickened, and the woman’s walls tightened around the tiny girl, dragging her even deeper into the oppressive warmth. Her chest was crushed against the woman’s flesh, her body trembling with the desperation to break free. As the man reached his peak, his release surged inside the woman, filling her deeply, and the tiny girl felt the overwhelming warmth of his cum spill around her, further trapping her in the sticky heat.

With a final, forceful thrust, the man groaned in satisfaction, his body stiffening as he came inside the woman. The woman’s walls clenched around him, and the tiny girl, caught in the aftermath of their pleasure, was trapped even deeper in the suffocating mess of their union. She was pressed impossibly tight against the woman’s walls, her chest barely able to rise with each labored breath, surrounded by the warmth and cum that flooded the woman’s insides.

The man stayed inside the woman, still buried deep within her as they both relaxed, basking in the aftermath of their release. The tiny girl, helpless and forgotten, was abandoned in the oppressive warmth. Her body trembled, fighting for air in the thick, sticky fluid that clung to her, but there was no escape. She was nothing but a toy, trapped and discarded between their bodies, forced to struggle for each breath in the aftermath of their pleasure.

Isabelle Miller Handheld