He wasted no time joining her, his cock slamming home around the tiny body stuck inside. Sophia screeched in agony, pulverized between the two giants rutting above.
Richard rode them both hard, chasing his peak. At last he stiffened, pumping his seed deep inside, flooding Sophia's prison until she was sure she would drown.
Spent, Richard rolled off, His wife, idly fingering herself and squishing Sophia between her fingers.
Sophia whimpered, beyond hope. She was nothing now, just a toy for her captor's pleasure--and there was no escape.
Richard's hand reaches for her and pulls her out of his wife, his hand was a cage of flesh and bone, an unyielding fortress where Sophia found herself trapped once more. The sensation of being enclosed in his grasp was becoming disturbingly familiar, yet the terror it evoked never dulled. His fingers curled around her, securing her position as he positioned her at the tip of his engorged member.
"Ready for something new, my little pet?" Richard's voice boomed above her, laced with dark anticipation.
Sophia could only whimper in response, her body trembling within his iron grip. She wanted to scream, to demand release, but the words were lodged in her throat, stifled by fear. The warmth of his skin against hers felt like a harbinger of the impending violation, and she shut her eyes tight, bracing herself for what was to come.
With a groan that rumbled through his massive frame, Richard pushed Sophia into the tip of his penis, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched upon his face. The pressure was immense, squeezing her in a way that was both invasive and terrifying. Her struggles only seemed to heighten his arousal, adding to the perverse thrill of the act.
"God, she's perfect," Richard's Wife moaned, straddling him.
As the two giants moved together in a rhythm of lust, Sophia was awash in a storm of sensations. The heat, the friction, it was overwhelming. When they reached their climax, she was drenched, gasping for breath in a world gone mad with passion.
'I'm nothing but an object to them, a plaything for their giant games,' Sophia thought, despair clawing at her mind. 'Will this ever end?'
Afterward, Sophia lay on the bed, a small island in a sea of rumpled sheets. She dared to breathe a sigh of relief, praying that the ordeal had concluded. Her body ached, every bruise a testament to her misuse. Fear still clung to her like a second skin; the thought of enduring such treatment again sent shivers down her spine.
"Are you hurt, little doll?" Richard asked, his voice softer now as he inspected her for injuries. His frown deepened at the sight of her quivering form, the bruises blooming like dark flowers on her pale skin.
"Too much," Sophia managed to whisper, her voice barely audible as she lay exposed under his scrutiny.
Gently, almost tenderly, Richard picked her tiny body up and cradled her against his broad chest. He placed her there, holding her down with a careful hand as if she were a precious artifact rather than a living being.
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