Without a word she plucked you from the floor, with a wicked grin, and curled her arms around your head. She swept you up and mashed your face into her nipple and held you tight against her. If this were any other situation you’d be in heaven, but for some reason, your sense of fear overwhelmed your lust for your beautiful tormentress. You fought weakly against her powerful body, but all you managed to do was strike her massive tit, which just made your hands bounce right off. She hummed as you struggled and rose to her feet.
She smiled and pushed your face even further into her enormous breast, bruising your face with her nipple. She slowly walked over to something protruding from the wall. A simple contraption made of sculpted stone, with handholds chiseled into the sides. She removed your face from her nipple and licked her lips as she stared into your freighters eyes.
“This, little one, is my crushing wall, where I smush spies and criminals like you to goo. It cost a very large sum of gold to make but...”. She turned you around so you can admire the stonework and the blood of the previous victims on the contraption. “It was oh so worth it...”
“Wait no! Please!” You begged. “Have mercy on me your majesty! I’m really not a sp-ugh...“
She cut your pleading short by pressing herself up against you. You were wedged between the contraption and her massive breasts, and the only thing you can do was struggle weakly against her breasts.
“Enough. I’ve heard enough of yor lies. Now I’m going to press against you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. What do you think will happen? Will you survive or will you squish between my breasts and the wall like a bug?”
She slid her hands into the chiseled holes on the side of the contraption, and each of her breasts pressed you against the wall. Her gigantic tits were both bigger, heavier and more solid than you were, and both of you knew it. You tried screaming but there was no air in your lungs. She pulled herself in slowly, saving the cold marble against her sensitive nipples and she shuddered, suddenly pulling herself in closer, cracking some of your ribs. She flexed her mighty arms, and her breasts started to cave your sides in. Tears rolled down your cheeks and onto her breasts as she squeezed you with them. She took a moment to relax her arms and checked your body for damage. You wheezed and sputtered, just praying for the end, when she spun you around horizontally and pressed up against you again. Her left breast pressed against your legs and crotch while her right breast pressed against your face. She forced her nipple into your mouth and smiled.
This was it, this is the rush she always felt when she executed someone with her tits. She bit her lower lip, her eyes glazed over and her hair was thrown back. With one last supreme effort she moaned loudly as she climaxed and pulled herself against you as hard as she could, and squished your body flat against her tits. Her tits were pressed up flat against the wall, as if your body wasn’t even there, and she slowly peeled herself away from the wall. Panting, she looked at the wall, but your body was nowhere to be found. She then looked down at her massive boobs, and saw your flattened remains plastered on them, and she laughed out loud. It looked as if she squished fruits against her tits. As she peeled away your remains from her tits, a bloodied slip of paper fell from your clothes with a stamp from the inn fell to the floor.
The queen looked at the slip of paper with disbelief. It looks like you were innocent after all. As she was contemplating that fact, she heard from a knock on the door.
“You may enter,” said the queen.
Two guards dragging a man entered and dropped him on the floor in front of the queen. “We found a spy, your majesty.”
The queen smiled, “Tell me, spy, do you know what we do with your kind?”