Without a word, your new mistress kept you as he unbuttoned her pants. The fat forced them to unzip. It was there you let out a weak “no!”. Below you, her womanhood was eating a pink laced thong. Her pubic forest leaked out of them, and the musk reached you from where you hung. She pulls back her thong just enough to show her hungry netherlips. Before you could beg for mercy, the trucker gave you over to gravity. Your owner brushed your screams as your programming, that you fear was nothing but a simulation for her pleasure. So, when your back met the lace fabric, you up-side-up, facing her unkept monstrosity. She released her undergarment, giving you no chance of escape. She sent you into her and forcing an “Ooohh yeah.” from her. She zipped up her pants, further crushing your small form. Without an ounce of care, she looked forward in her seat and started to move. Instinct forced you to please her with your clawing and trashing. Each time the giantess tenses up her cavern, sending you deeper into her. The dark space made it impossible to see the true danger you were in. Each inch, slow and invisible as you’re dragged towards the woman’s awaiting womb. The location where hope of escape is nothing but a weak spark. Your struggle is your only hope to escape your invisible fate. And with an “OooOOoOOHHHAA” from the outside world and her climax…
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