For five sweltering minutes your upward Exodus into a musty hell continues unabated as your unaware jailors continue to fondle each other to the chagrin of the other sauna goers. Inside the mammoth ass cheeks of the slightly taller of the two you currently find yourself just shy of a pulsating muscular orifice, which comes into view through the cellulite covered flesh around you so abruptly that you panic and throw your arms up in front of you. All this serves to do is insure that you find yourself instantly consumed to the elbows in female rectum.
Far above the giantess wines with pleasure, though she assumes that it's all coming from the way her partner is teasing her nipples. She begins to her hips side to side involuntarily with the sensation. Soon enough the corpulent mountain of female flesh is completely lost in the rhythm of her lover's attentive hands as the slip between folds of fat, push into and out of the areas beneath the breasts, and even reach down to provide heavy petting to the as of yet neglected pussy.
Through all of this your tiny body has gotten drawn even further into the pink ring of reeking muscle that is soon to be your jail. Your face presses meekly against the edge of said ring, which when it opens to its resting widest seems to be twice as wide as you are tall. Only through transcendent grace have you managed to keep your head out of there.
Your luck appears to run out as the woman cradling your body with her asshole leans back as her lover continues her massage. Tight and glutes muscles begin to relax, forcing more weight down into you, and with a sickening schlorp the resistance provided by the wooden bench pushes you all the way into her body. With a grunt she acknowledges your intrusion, though she assumes you are a piece of lint that managed to separate from the towel. A simple pick at the sphincter negates any discomfort you may have caused, and seals you in nice and tight.
You take a moment to survey your surroundings. It's pitch black, you can feel nothing but warm flesh and viscous slime. The sounds of muffled laughter and sticky mocha skin making contact at all possible points, now combined with a powerful pulse and digestive noises from further up unnerve you to no end. Still, perhaps it beats the alternative of being crushed to death between a pair of gargantuan ass cheeks. It doesn't even smell as bad as you imagined.
Regardless, this could be a really shitty way to die.
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