"You run and hide, and I'll count down from ten, and once I do, I'll find you," she said with a devious glimmer in her eye. "And once I do, I'll smush you."
Your chest burned, and you struggled to get to your feet. Blinding pain shot through your chest as you finally stood up.
"There's no where to hi-"
"Ten, nine," she interrupted you.
You franticly looked around the room, desperate for anything that could possibly hide you.
"Eight, seven, six..."
The only thing in the room was the throne directly in the middle. You tried running, but the pain in your chest was crippling.
"Five, four, three..."
You gripped tightly at your injured ribs, and started to half-limp, half-stumble away from your tormentress.
"Two, and one. Where are you little one?"
You turned you head, and with fearful eyes you witnessed the Queen quickly gaining on you, praying that your legs would carry you faster, you ran, but the Queen was faster. She slammed into you, and you went sliding across the floor in a heap. She slowly approached your prone body, stalking you like a tigress about to make a kill. She got over on all fours over your body, her huge breasts grazing you. She smiled a wicked smile, and slowly lowered her massive tits over your damaged, fragile body. You gasped as she increased the pressure and let the full weight of her breasts settle on top of you.
The Queen mashed her giant tits over your body, and you became wedged between them, completely immobilized by her titanic breasts. She smiled in delight at your predicament, and started to sit up, bringing you with her breasts. She rubbed her nipples, fully enjoying the situation you were in, enjoying her complete dominance over you. The Queen pressed her breasts together, using her great strength to squeeze you between her massive mammaries.
You were completely surrounded by her breasts, and her squeezing you inflicted more damage upon you already battered body. Her breasts encased you totally, and cut off all the air available to you. She squeezed tighter and tighter, crushing you, until once again, you were about to pass out. Soon she grew bored with this, and abruptly separated her breasts, and you slid down to the floor. She picked you up and inspected your damaged body. From your groaning and the obvious damage to your torso, she figured it wouldn't take much more. She pondered her choices until she finally decided.
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