GTS Witches I

 

Gothic GTS Mistress Feet Worship

 

Japanese Horror: Nikusui GTS (yokai)

 

First comic attempt: The secret of the giantess queen

 

New story: Toxic Giantess

 Toxic GTS

By Ramvo

(Disclaimer: all characters in this fictional story are of legal age 18 or older)

IN THE NOT SO FAR FUTURE...

There’s a new world order. One unexpected consequence of the collapse of several Earth’s ecosystems was that female humans began growing, getting higher, stronger and more dominant, while males were decimated and remained the same size. The female-dominated society began ruling and changing the dynamics of power and males had to adapt in order to survive. 

This story takes place when all females are now 50-feet towering giantesses on average, and males are only considered toys and pets. 

This story is about the toxic relationship between a very possessive and insecure giantess and her tiny boyfriend/pet/toy.

The ground didn’t just tremble. It cracked and it screamed.

Jenna’s heel came down like a meteor, pulverizing an abandoned bus into scrap metal with a single step. Fifty-five feet of pure, seething erupting obsession, her shadow alone blacked out entire city blocks of the old world order, when males ruled and females obeyed. Her blonde hair whipped behind her like a battle standard, blue eyes blazing with something far past anger. Her only emotions were rage, . Ppossession and. hunger. She grinded her teeth as she had noticed his betrayal.

She’d seen the message. Some sex-hungry whore had slipped into Sonny’s hiding spot last night and she had left a scrap of paper. A note. Jenna found it clenched in his trembling fist when she tore the roof off his pathetic little bunker at 3 a.m.

“Meet me at dusk. I can get you out.” was the message and it had infuriated her beyond limits. She always had been prone to bursts of anger and destruction and her helpless victim, almost  always, was Sonny, her tiny boyfriend.

The note was all it took to make her snap and erupt in a poisonous mix of jealousy, insecurity and destructive violence. 

Now Sonny dangled upside-down between her thumb and forefinger, blood rushing to his head, her grip so tight his ribs creaked. She held him inches from her face, lips peeled back in a snarl that showed too many teeth.

Still in this position, Sonny could see how beautiful his gigantic “girlfriend” was, and this appreciation made him feel even more helpless and sorry for himself.

“You thought you could leave me!!?” Her voice cracked the air like a thunderous whip. “You thought some tramp, some horny whore could take you away from me!!?”

“Jenna, it wasn’t—” Sonny begged.

“Shut up slut!!”, Jenna roared. “You have crossed your limits and now it’s time for me to remind you who owns you!!”

She flipped him upright and slammed him against her thigh, pinning him there with one hand while the other yanked her skirt up to her waist. No teasing this time. No games. Her thong was already soaked through with rage-sweat and something darker, the fabric stretched taut over the monstrous swell of her perfectly rounded ass.

She didn’t bother pulling it aside.

She ripped it.

The elastic snapped like a gunshot, threads shredding as she tore the underwear clean off her body and flung it away. It landed three blocks over, big enough to drape an entire house.

Sonny had one heartbeat to see the full, terrifying glory of what was coming: her asshole, flushed pink dark and pulsing with fury, already slick and gaping from how hard she’d been clenching all morning. The ring flexed open with a wet, hungry sound, easily wide enough to swallow him whole.

“No foreplay today, baby,” she growled. “You wanted freedom? Let’s see how free you feel when you’re buried so deep I can taste you in my throat.”

She didn’t lower him.

She dropped him in and her anus devoured him.

Sonny plummeted six feet, screaming, straight into the twitching dark pink hole. The impact drove him into his waist in one brutal thrust, her sphincter snapping shut around his hips like a bear trap. He thrashed, clawing at the slick walls, but she only laughed, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire pelvis.

“Deeper.” she moaned half angered and half aroused.

Other times, Sonny used to enjoy being so close to Jenna’s lavish and well-muscled buttcheeks, massaging, groping, kissing and caressing the silky surface of her rounded globes, as well as worshipping her fragrant rosebud, making the horny giantess sigh and moaned in sheer pleasure, but he knew very well, that her astounding rear was also a merciless instrument of torture and debasement. 

She squatted hard, thighs thicker than redwoods spreading wide, and slammed her ass against the ground. The impact cratered the earth, and the force rammed Sonny the rest of the way inside, past his chest, his shoulders, until only his face remained, wedged tight against the burning ring of muscle. He blacked out for a moment and when he regained consciousness, he found himself almost all the way inside Jenna’s constricting rectum.

He had no time to brace himself when she clenched.

Not a playful squeeze, like the ones she liked to use when she was toying with him in a playful manner. It was a full-body, murderous contraction that crushed the air from his lungs and folded his tiny body in half inside her. His scream came out as a wet gurgle, lost in the suffocating dark.

Jenna stood up slowly, savoring the way he squirmed and writhed, the way his frantic kicks only tickled her insides like a trapped insect. She reached back and spread her cheeks with both hands, giving any tiny in the ruins a perfect view of her asshole bulging obscenely. Sonny was not visible anymore, his whole body smeared with her slime, eyes wide with animal terror as her living walls flexed and dragged him in another inch.

“You feel that?” she hissed, grinding her hips in a slow, vicious circle. “That’s forever, Sonny. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. You’re my fucking prisoner. My personal butt-plug. And if I ever, ever, feel you stop moving in there…”

She clenched again, harder. Something inside her cracked, maybe one of his ribs.

“I’ll sit on a goddamn skyscraper and grind you into paste.”

Then she started walking.

Each step of her swaying hips was a hammer blow. Her rectum clenched rhythmically, sucking him deeper on every upstep, then crushing him on the down. By the time she reached the horizon, he was gone, swallowed so completely that not even his screams could escape anymore.

Just a faint, pathetic lump high inside her ass, squirming desperately against the walls of his new world, her world.

Jenna smiled, licked her lips, and kept walking.

The darkness inside Jenna’s rectum was absolute, a hot, slick, pulsing void that never stayed still. Every clench of her colossal body was a landslide of flesh, grinding Sonny deeper into the folds of her colon. The air was thick with her scent, humid and musky, coating his lungs like tar. His arms were pinned to his sides, legs folded painfully beneath him, face pressed into a wall of soft, ridged tissue that flexed and released in slow, deliberate waves.

He couldn’t scream anymore. His throat was raw. His ribs creaked with every breath.

But in the suffocating dark, his mind drifted.

Back to when it started.

He was ten. She was ten.

A very young 30 feet tall giantess, even then, a gangly blonde giantess with scraped knees and pigtails, stomping through the ruins of the old playground like she owned the world. The other male students  (normal-sized, like him) scattered when she came near. Not Sonny. He’d been brave, stupidly brave. He’d walked right up to her, craning his neck to meet her beautiful blue eyes.

“You dropped your doll,” he’d said, holding up the large plastic figure, bigger than he was, he’d found in the dirt.

Jenna had blinked down at him, blue eyes wide. Then she smiled.

And that was it.

She scooped him up like he was the doll. Carried him home in her pocket, pressed against her chest. Told her mom she’d found a new pet. Her mom laughed.

“Just don’t break him, sweetie”, her mom said.

She didn’t break him.

Not then.

But she never let him go.

Just a few years later, she’d started hiding him in her underwear during class. She said it was “so no one else could look at him.” She’d sit perfectly still, thighs clenched, while he suffocated against her juvenile body, praying the bell would ring before she got bored and clenched too hard.

A couple of years later, she’d learned to shove him up her ass for the first time.

“Discipline,” she called it.

He’d wet himself. She’d laughed until she cried.

At sixteen, she pierced her own clit with a silver ring just thick enough to thread a chain through. His chain. The one bolted into his collarbone. She’d tug it when she walked, dragging him behind her like a purse dog, naked and bleeding, while she shopped for lipstick. 

The young giantess had grown to reach a height of 55 feet and her beauty had grown as well. She had long curly blonde hair, cute upturned nose, thick lips and the same mesmerizing deep blue eyes that had enchanted Sonny the first time he met her; her bouncing breasts were big and turgid, her waist narrow, her legs long and thick in a very feminine way, but the most enticing part of her body was her ample hips and her glorious behind. Sonny always got aroused by watching her walk, moving rhythmically her swaying hips and her marvelous flesh spheres going up and down mesmerizing any tiny behind her.

During these years, Jenna mostly used Sonny like a living sex-toy, and Sonny learnt to please her so she would be satisfied with him. He became good at various ways of satisfying her, like sucking her engorged clit while massaging her engorged labia or rimming and kissing her butthole until she’d scream in ecstasy. Some other times, Jenna would simply use him like a living dildo, moving him in and out rhythmically from her soaked pussy or her clenching butthole. Maybe he had become too good at pleasing her that she had increasingly become addicted to him, and she couldn’t tolerate the idea of losing him to another sex-hungry giantess.

Jenna had been very possessive since a young age and Sonny had paid the price for this so many times that he had lost count. She was very creative in her punishments: sometimes she would sit on him until he was plastered on one of her alluring cheeks, other times she would give him copious and fragrant golden showers, or she would left him trapped inside the basket of her worn clothes, inside one of her sweaty socks. Other times she’d tie him to one part of her body, like one of her ankles or she’d wear him like a living necklace or tied on the back part of one of her tiny thongs. 

But the worst punishment was when she would push him deep inside her rectum, not to get pleasure from it but just to make him miserable.

And now, at eighteen, this was her favorite punishment.

Buried alive in the same hole she’d first violated when they were kids. Only now her body was a temple of curves and cruelty, her ass a prison carved from flesh and muscle and obsession.

She clenched again, hard, and his vision sparked white.

You’re mine, her body seemed to say with every squeeze. You’ve always been mine. Since the day you handed me that stupid doll.

He remembered her voice, even now, echoing through the walls of her gut:

“You picked me, Sonny. You walked up to me. You chose this.”

He hadn’t chosen this, not that it mattered anymore.

But she didn’t care.

Another clench. Another wave of pressure. Her colon rippled around him like a living fist, dragging him deeper, deeper, until he was folded into a place so tight he couldn’t tell where his body ended and hers began.

And in the dark, choking on her heat, Sonny finally understood:

Jenna didn’t love him.

She’d never loved him.

She’d just never learned how to let go.

And now, neither would he.

Ever.

The pressure built like a slow-motion avalanche.

Sonny felt it first as a distant rumble deep in Jenna’s guts, then as a rolling wave of muscle that squeezed him from all sides, pushing, pushing, forcing him downward through the slick, clenching tunnel. His body slid helplessly along the ridged walls, coated in her filth, lungs burning for air that wasn’t thick with her scent.

Then light. Sudden brightness, blinding.

He tumbled out in a wet, gasping heap onto the marble floor of her bedroom (fifty-five feet below her, but still a deadly drop for him). He hit hard, ribs screaming, skin raw and glistening with her fluids. For a moment he just lay there, coughing, retching, trying to remember what clean air tasted like.

Jenna’s shadow fell over him.

She was crouched, thighs spread wide, skirt hiked up, one hand still resting on her ass like she was admiring her own work. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with that post-punishment high she always got. She looked beautiful. Terrifyingly, impossibly beautiful.

And then the mask slipped on.

“Oh my God, baby…” Her voice cracked, soft and trembling. She lowered herself to her knees, the floor shaking as her weight settled. One massive hand scooped him up, gentle this time, cradling him against her palm like he was made of glass. 

“I’m so sorry. I went too far. I always go too far.” she said. 

Sonny said nothing. He couldn’t. His throat was shredded.

She brought him to her lips, pressed a kiss to his entire body. A soft, warm, suffocating kiss.

 “I love you so much it makes me crazy. You know that, right? I just… I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” she implored.

He also noticed tears, actual tears,  welling in her eyes. One of them would be enough to relieve his unbearable thirst.

“This was the last time,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I swear on my life, Sonny. No more ass. No more punishments. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. Just… stay with me. Please.”

She set him down on her nightstand, next to the little glass habitat she’d built for him years ago (complete with a bed made from one of her old thongs). Then she curled up on the floor beside it, resting her chin on the edge, watching him with those huge, pleading blue eyes.

Sonny stared back.

He’d heard this before.

Word for word.

Every time.

After all the punishments she had put him through. Like when he had left him glued to her clit for three days in a row, or when she had used him as toilet paper or when she had given him several golden showers. Every. Single. Time.

She always cried. Always promised. Always swore it was the last.

And he always believed her.

Because what else could he do?

He was just a normal-sized puny male and she was a colossal behemoth of feminine muscle and might. She was fifty-five feet of jealous, possessive love turned inside out. He was only a tiny spec compared to her, a plaything, a toy and a pet. 

So he nodded.

Slowly.

“I forgive you,” he rasped, voice barely a whisper.

Her face lit up like the sun.

“Really?” She reached out, stroked his back with one fingertip. “You mean it?” she asked nervously.

He nodded again.

And he meant it.

Because tomorrow, or the day after, or next week, she’d find another note. Another glance. Another reason.

And he’d be back inside.

Deeper.

Longer.

Worse.

But for now, he crawled into his little bed, curled up beneath the lace canopy that still smelled like her, and closed his eyes.

He’d be good.

He’d obey.

He’d count the hours until the next time she “snapped.”

Because Sonny knew Jenna better than she knew herself.

And love, in her world, was just another word for forever.

The next few days were… soft.

Too soft. The kind of soft that made Sonny’s skin crawl, because he knew it was the calm before the earthquake.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Unlucky Casanova (new story)

Unlucky Casanova

By Ramvo 

Disclaimer: all characters in this fictional story are of legal age, 18 or older.

Evan couldn't believe his luck. After flirting shamelessly with two towering young black women at the club, here he was, strolling arm-in-arm with them toward his beachfront hotel room. Though he was pushing sixty, an aging, balding tourist with a paunch and a perpetual leer, he'd always fantasized about bedding young, exotic girls, even borderline underage ones. This tropical paradise seemed poised to make his sleazy dreams come true.

The sisters were locals, stunning and statuesque, each standing well over six feet tall, dwarfing Evan's five-foot-four frame by more than a foot. Their names were Tyra, the elder at nineteen, and Naomi, her eighteen-year-old sibling. Both were visions of voluptuous perfection: massive, gravity-defying breasts that jutted out proudly, heaving with every step; impossibly narrow waists that flared into wide, fertile hips; long, powerfully muscled thighs and calves that were still unmistakably feminine and inviting; and enormous, perfectly rounded asses that jiggled hypnotically as they walked. They also had beautiful african features including brown almond-like eyes, high cheek bones, thick lips, and long, black, curly hair that fell down to the middle of their luscious backs.

They'd met at a pulsing nightclub on the resort strip, where the air was thick with reggae beats, sweat, and cheap rum. The sisters wore skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination: tiny crop tops straining against their overflowing cleavage and flimsy thong g-strings that barely concealed their smooth, glistening ebony skin. Evan, buzzed from several cocktails, had mustered the courage to approach them. His corny jokes and bold compliments made them giggle, their full lips curling into playful smiles. He'd heard rumors that women here were "easy" for wealthy tourists, and tonight, it felt gloriously true.

As they danced, the alcohol fueled his bravado. The sisters pressed close, allowing his sweaty hands to roam freely over their plush, firm buttocks, squeezing, kneading the warm, silky flesh and appreciating the sheer size of them. 

In return, they teasingly ground their enormous breasts against his flushed face, smothering him in soft, scented warmth until he was drooling with lust. 

On the walk back, they mischievously palmed his crotch through his shorts, giggling at his insistent erection.

In the dimly lit hotel room, things heated up quickly. They made out hungrily in the doorway, the sisters taking turns devouring his mouth with their thick, probing tongues, wet, insistent invasions that left him breathless and coated in their saliva. Evan groped their lavish asses greedily as they backed him toward the king-sized bed, their hands exploring his body with ardent fondness.

"We've got a little surprise for you later, papi," Tyra had whispered seductively back at the club, her voice a sultry purr as she and Naomi groped each other teasingly in front of him.

Now, alone in the room, the sisters excused themselves to the bathroom to "freshen up." But before they entered the bathroom, Evan knelt behind them and kissed both of their luscious, lavish asses several times making them giggle amusedly. “You’ll be kissing a lot more later” Tyra said, “not only our butts”. The sisters let Evan worship their butts for a few more seconds as his lips were pressed eagerly against the soft but firm skin of their astounding, well-muscled butt-cheeks, then they entered the bathroom giggling mischievously.

Evan stripped eagerly, his modest erection throbbing as he sat naked on the edge of the bed, heart pounding with anticipation.

When they returned, they'd shed their tops entirely. Their colossal breasts bounced free, dark, heavy orbs capped with thick, erect nipples the size of silver dollars, swaying hypnotically just inches above his upturned face. Evan gaped, mouth agape, as they flanked him on either side.

"Ready for our surprise, little man?" Tyra asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

He nodded dumbly, transfixed.

The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, then slowly peeled off their g-strings. Evan's eyes widened in shock. Instead of the slick, inviting pussies he'd imagined, two massive, fully erect black cocks sprang free, thick as soda cans, veined and throbbing, nearly as long as his forearm. Their swollen, baseball-sized glans glistened with beads of precum, bobbing menacingly as the sisters flexed their hips.

Below hung heavy, grape-sized balls in smooth, hairless sacs, swaying like pendulums. Evan's own dick shriveled in comparison, looking pathetically small.

His drunken haze evaporated into cold terror. This wasn't a nightmare; he was wide awake, staring at two enormous shecocks owned by these beautiful, dominant teens.

The sisters grinned down at his horrified expression, amused.

"What do you think of our little surprise?" Naomi teased, licking her plump lips.

Evan couldn't speak, his throat dry, his body paralyzed.

"Do you like them?" Tyra giggled, stroking her shaft slowly, making it even bigger and more menacing.

He glanced up at their smirking faces, then back to the threatening members inches from his nose. The sisters laughed, shaking their wide hips to make their thick meat poles dance. They made him lie on the bed, and that was when Evan felt that they were much stronger than him!

They moved closer on the bed, until they knelt on the bed at his sides. They began playfully slapping his cheeks with their heavy cocks, hot, velvety skin smacking wetly against his face. Tears appeared in Evan's eyes as panic set in; he was utterly helpless against these towering amazons.

"Our shecocks are thrilled to meet you, Evan," Tyra cooed, petting his hair mockingly. "My sister and I love short, white bitches like you, slutty and submissive."

"We especially love making them worship our big black cocks," Naomi added cruelly, "and pounding their tight asses until they squeal like impaled pigs."

"You're gonna learn to love them," she continued, slipping a finger into his open mouth and swirling it around. "Why don't you start by giving my cock a nice kiss, papi?"

She pressed her leaking glans against his trembling lips, smearing hot, sticky precum across them. Evan shuddered in revulsion and regret, but he was too small, too weak to resist.

"Kiss it, bitch!" Tyra growled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his head forward.

Eyes squeezed shut in shame, Evan puckered up and planted tentative kisses on Naomi's swollen cockhead, hot, salty skin yielding slightly under his lips. She moaned softly, encouraging him. After some more kisses, Naomi pressed her own flesh-mast against Evan’s lips, and he had to kiss its swollen head several times too.

Soon, he alternated between them, spending several minutes plastering wet kisses on their massive glans, even lapping precum from their slits as commanded. The sisters slapped his face hard with their rigid shafts, giggling at his winces.

“This bitch has sucking lips,” said Naomi, “and he will be using them soon! Tyra added as both giggled mischievously.

“Lick our she-cocks too,” Tyra ordered, and Evan had no choice but to oblige as his tongue began going over the soft, silky surface of both of their enormous black she-cocks.

“Lick the chocolate,” Naomi said, “and you’ll get to the creamy center,” she added as she guided his mouth on her cock and her sister’s.

"Lick my balls now," Naomi ordered. She draped her heavy cock across his face like a blanket, then lowered her pendulous sac onto his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, she smeared her musky balls all over him, wrinkled skin dragging across his nose and lips, forcing him to inhale her potent, intoxicating scent.

"How do they smell, slut?" she taunted. "Like 'em?"

Tyra laughed as Evan, humiliated, extended his tongue and began lapping obediently at the smooth, salty orbs. Naomi shivered in pleasure while Tyra painted his cheeks with more precum.

Evan struggled to hold both of Naomi’s huge cum-filled orbs inside his mouth. 

“Looks like a squirrel,” Tyra teased him, “a squirrel with his mouth full of nuts… princkazon nuts,” she added as both sisters laughed at him.

“Use your tongue now,” Naomi commanded, and Evan began caressing her testes with his tongue. “Good bitch…” Naomi moaned as she enjoyed his ministrations on her swollen testes. 

After some time of more ball worshipping, Naomi felt that Evan was ready for some serious she-cock sucking. 

“Time to impale your face,” Naomi announced as they put him sitting on the bed. Evan beheld in awe and sheer terror as Naomi stood up and her erect flesh-monster approached his terrified face.

"Open wide for my sister's lollipop," Tyra commanded next.

Evan parted his lips as far as possible. Naomi's glans alone stretched his jaw painfully, but Tyra sat behind him, her massive tits pressing into his back, thick thighs encircling his waist, and pushed his head forward relentlessly.

"Wider, bitch!" Naomi roared. Evan felt his jaw almost dislocating as he tried to accommodate Naomi’s huge, solid phallus. More tears fell from his eyes, and his forehead got covered in sweat.

With a brutal shove, the bulbous head popped in, bulging his cheeks obscenely. Tears streamed down his face as he gagged, struggling for air. Tyra held him firm, whispering filth in his ear while rubbing her own cock along his spine.

"Suck it good," Naomi demanded, winking down at him as he looked up in despair. "Jerk me with both hands."

His tiny hands barely encircled her girth as he stroked and sucked clumsily. 

“This bitch will learn soon how to please a real cock”, Naomi said, making her sister giggle. 

Evan felt completely owned and soiled as he struggled to suck Naomi’s inflated glans. He was already drinking her abundant precum when the towering black princkazon began moaning louder and louder.

“Suck harder bitch” Naomi roared. “I want to fill your slutty mouth,” she said as she pinched his nostrils, making Evan struggle to breathe. “No air until you suck harder,” she said cruelly as she held him this way for several seconds until Evan began sucking harder and harder on her glans.

“That’s a good bitch” Naomi said as she finally let him breathe. “Keep sucking this way or I’ll make your lungs burn,” she threatened him.

“He is a natural slut” Tyra said as she pushed Evan’s head to make him take more of her sister’s aroused she-cock.

As more inches of Naomi’s she-cock entered through his lips, it became harder for Evan to keep sucking, but he had already seen how cruel these towering, amazonian princkazons were and he tried his best to please Naomi’s hard-as-steel mast.

For several minutes, his hands worked on the length of Naomi’s she-cock while his mouth kept sucking. Minutes blurred into an eternity of slurping and gagging until Naomi tensed, moaning loudly.

"Yesss!" she cried, erupting like a volcano. Thick ropes of hot, viscous cum flooded his mouth, overflowing down his chin and forcing him to swallow gulp after gulp. She gripped his hair, milking every drop into his belly. “Take it all slut, take all of it!” Naomi said as she held Evan’s head firmly in place and more and more of her she-cum erupted from her she-cock.

“Look at me bitch!” Naomi said as she slapped one of his cheeks painfully, “Look at your teenage princkazon conqueror while she uses you as a living flesh-light,” she added as more and more of her she-cum went through his throat and down to his stomach.

Evan looked up at Naomi as she finished cumming inside him. He looked up only to see her beautiful eyes and her cruel smile as she kept his face impaled and he felt his stomach bloating. His humiliation was deeper and his shame bigger as he felt completely helpless at the hands of these two dominating, horny, princkazons sisters.

Finally, Naomi removed her spent, but still huge, she-cock from Evan’s mistreated mouth. But he still had to kiss it once more as she made him lick the final drops of her cum from its slit. “Kiss it goodbye for now,” she said as Evan’s lips smacked its tender surface. After this final kiss, Naomi bent over and spit directly into Evan’s open mouth. “Take this too slut” she said while Evan swallowed her warm saliva and felt even more soiled and subdued.

“It's time for you to please my sister, bitch”, she ended as she gave him a final slap on one of his sweaty cheeks.

Now it was Tyra’s time. They easily maneuvered Evan’s body and put him across the bed with his head hanging on the edge. Tyra straddled his face immediately, her pillar-like thighs framing his vision as she fed her steel-hard cock into his aching mouth.

"Time for a proper skull-fuck, sissy," she hissed as she began pistoning in and out of it.

“Love skull-fucking a little slut” she roared as her meat-mast filled Evan’s mouth and began probing into his throat. “Don’t puke on me, bitch,” she added as he felt his gag reflex. “Not yet, until I fill you to the rim.” She ended as her she-cock began probing deeper and deeper. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him strongly down and keeping him trapped while her gargantuan love-maker went in and out of his painfully outstretched mouth rhythmically. 

While he suffered under Tyra, Evan took a glance at the mirror on the other side of the room. The sight he viewed was that of a pathetic old man being completely owned and subdued by a huge teen princkazon. Her huge muscular buttocks trembling and shaking as her ample hips moved forwards and backwards on his face.

After some time, Tyra’s she-cock finally went through Evan’s throat. “Yesss,” she hissed triumphantly, “I knew you were a natural-born shecock sucker!” she said, “you will be throating our cocks very soon!”.

She pistoned her hips, ass cheeks clenching and jiggling above him, while he gagged helplessly.

Tyra enjoyed ravaging Evan’s mouth and throat for several minutes. She slapped his face and talked to him condescendingly, “You’re just a little white bitch for us to use and misuse”.

Meanwhile, Naomi began probing into Evan’s ass with her hard-as-steel shecock. “I’m gonna make you scream like an impaled pig, slut” she announced as she kept pushing, trying to break into Evan’s tight anal ring.

Evan screamed, but his voice was completely muffled, utterly by Tyra's smothering ass and thrusting shaft while searing pain tore through him. Naomi sank deeper, stretching him impossibly, sighing in bliss at his tightness.

While Naomi got her shecock deeper and deeper into his bowels, Tyra had her big balls plastered on Evan’s sweaty forehead.

“Yess!” Naomi sighed, “I’m already all inside this bitch” she added triumphantly. “His throat is so tight around my shecock” she said while squeezing Evan’s throat and feeling her meaty monster completely buried inside. Not able to move, scream or fight, Evan closed his eyes in shame as Tyra began rubbing her huge testicles all over his face and her enormous shecock went in and out his throat faster and faster, and lots of precum went directly into his stomach.

He barely was able to breathe and was in pain as his anus and rectum were assaulted by Naomi’s impressive shaft.

"So fucking good..." Naomi groaned as she began pushing more and more of her erect member through Evan’s painfully distended anus and rectum. Tyra helped her sister by pulling Evan’s legs up, bending him. Evan groaned in pain and discomfort, but he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

After a few more moments of pushing, Naomi finally got her balls plastered against 

Evan’s sore ass.

Evan squirmed and thrashed in despair, feeling completely humiliated as he had become nothing more than the subdued bitch of two young princkazon teens. 

The sisters synchronized their rhythms: Tyra face-fucking him savagely, Naomi reaming his ass with long, punishing strokes. Evan thrashed in agony, but their superior strength held him pinned.

After many more agonising minutes for Evan, Naomi began sighing and moaning louder and louder. He was able to feel her meaty monster begin pulsating. 

Tyra screamed loudly as she injected shot after shot of her shecum inside Evan’s battered body.

"Good slut. Mouth's nice... but your ass will be heaven." Tyra said as she finished cumming inside Evan’s stomach.

Suddenly, Tyra also began shooting into him, making his belly bloat as her copious shecum filled his bowels completely.

“I love this bitch’s ass!” she said joyfully, “my shecock and his butt are a perfect fit!!” she added as she kept cumming into Evan for several seconds more. Tyra spanked Evan several times making him squirm.

After this, the tweens made Evan pose in different ways: holding their impressive shecocks with his smallish hands, kissing their balls, licking and kissing their swollen glans, kissing their toes, or kissing their big perfectly rounded butts.

“Look up bitch” Tyra commanded as she began taking pics of his face as her sister plastered her semi-rigid cock against one of his cheeks. “Smile, show the world what a shecock lover whore you are!” she added. Then, Naomi turned around and presented her meaty butt to Evan. “Open my sister´s buttocks and worship her hole,” Tyra said and Evan obeyed as he sank his face into Naomi’s ass crack and began kissing and licking her tight butthole.

“Mmmmh, he is such a good ass-kisser,” Naomi said, licking her luscious lips. “You can do better slut, get your tongue deeper,” she added as she used one hand to push Evan even deeper into her crack. “Now use your nose to rub my buthole” Naomi said, and Evan used his nose to massage and rub the wrinkled and tender surface of Naomi’s anus for several moments, making her sigh and moan in sheer pleasure.

“Good bitch” Naomi moaned, “now continue with your tongue and lips”.

Evan got his face completely buried between Naomi’s mammoth ass-cheeks as he began probing deeper and deeper into her opening anus. Meanwhile, Tyra was recording this humiliation. “Now give my sister’s asshole some sucking kisses, bitch” she said. “I want to hear how you suck her,” she said and Evan began gently sucking and kissing Naomi’s tender butthole, making her moan and sigh with pleasure. Naomi’s cock got hard again, as well as Tyra’s, as they watched Evan’s debasement.

Suddenly, Naomi sighed louder, and turning around, she gave Evan a copious white shower that covered all his face. Tyra held his head firmly in place as Naomi kept shooting her viscous she-cum until Evan’s face was completely covered.

“Smile, bitch. Facialized bitch,” Tyra giggled, and Evan obeyed as his face was glazed by Naomi’s thick fluids.

“My turn,” Tyra said after taking many pics of Evan’s cum-coated face. She ordered Evan to lie on his back, and then she squatted on his terrorized face. “Open your slutty mouth for my balls. It’s tea-bagging time!” she ordered, and Evan got his face stuffed with Tyra’s big cum-filled testicles. “Suck them gently,” she added. Meanwhile, Naomi was taking pics of Evan’s stuffed face as he sucked and licked her sister’s cannon balls. 

After some more minutes of balls-worshipping, Tyra drew her wet testicles from Evan’s mouth and engulfed his face with her huge and muscular glutes. “Time to kiss butt,” she said joyfully, “use your tongue and lips on my rosebud,” she added. 

As his tongue probed deeper and deeper into Tyra’s rectum, she began moving her hips in tight circles on Evan’s face, trying to get his tongue even deeper.

In short time, Tyra’s huge shecock exploded too. She lifted her lavish ass from Evan’s sweaty face and inserted the tip of her aroused member through his sore lips. As she injected her hot she-cum into his esophagus, Evan’s belly bloated painfully.

Evan wrongfully thought that the twin teen princkazons would be satisfied, but, to his dismay, his torment was just beginning.

The ebony teen princkazons swapped positions multiple times that night, making Evan ride their cocks reverse cowgirl, his small body impaled and bouncing helplessly; bending him over for doggy-style poundings and hard spanking that left him sobbing; sandwiching him between their sweat-slicked bodies for double penetration attempts that nearly broke him. 

Evan lost all track of time as he was continuously subjected to the pain and humiliation of being sexually abused by the towering horny princkazons.

To add humiliation, they incorporated filthy games: they continued forcing him to rim their musky asses deeply, tongue-fucking their tight holes while they moaned. They also used his mouth as a urinal when they needed relief, golden streams filling his belly, and even made him beg for their cum as "dinner."

By dawn, exhausted and broken, they tied him with his own belt and dumped him in the bathtub. Before crashing on his bed, the cruel sisters stood over him, unleashing hot streams of piss that soaked his battered body. As their piss covered his body, the teen princkazons looked at Evan with cruel smiles on their gorgeous faces.

Evan thought that he had hit rock bottom, but when the sisters began feeding him chocolate bars and candy that they had previously inserted into their tight sphincters, he knew that things could get much worse.

They placed him on his knees on the floor and made him watch how they shoved a chocolate bar into their anuses. “This is your snack,” Tyra informed him cruelly. “Let us melt it a little for you” she giggled. Evan beheld in disbelief as both amazons pushed the chocolate bars until their rectums completely engulfed them.

Then, they ordered him to come closer to their butts and to open his mouth. “Open your mouth for your snacks,” Naomi said happily, “I’m sure it’s yummy!”  A trembling Evan put his mouth on the slick surface of Naomi’s butthole first and opened his mouth as she began pushing the semi-melted chocolate bar through his lips. As he felt the warm chocolate bar entering his mouth, Evan closed his eyes in shame and helplessness. The worst part of his debasement was that two young teenage girls had made him their cum-eating, ass-worshipping, and living flesh-light slut! “Enjoy your snack, slut” Naomi said as she forced more and more of the chocolate bar into Evan’s quivering mouth. “Enjoy it, I want to hear you munching it,” she added and Evan began munching and savoring the semi-melted chocolate bar inside his mouth.

When she finished feeding Evan, Naomi shoved a finger through her butthole and moved it around collecting the chocolate remains, and then she told Evan to lick her finger clean. “Clean it good bitch” she said, and Evan began sucking her sticky finger.  

Then, Naomi shoved her finger inside her sphincter again. “Put your tongue out” she added, and as Evan obeyed her, she used his tongue to clean her finger, rubbing it on his tongue’s pink surface for several moments.

Finally, Naomi was satisfied. “Now eat the one inside my sister’s butthole,” Naomi said, and Evan had to suffer the same humiliation as Tyra pushed the warm chocolate bar through his lips, and then made him rim her butthole, taking the remaining chocolate from her musky anus and rectum.

After this, the sisters hog-tied Evan and put him between them as they called it a day. Evan hardly slept as he had continuous nightmares of huge chocolate bars that transformed into huge, black erect cocks and testicles.

Evan awoke hours later to Tyra straddling his face again, her fat shecock buried in his throat. "Good morning, bitch! Time for breakfast cock-sucking!" she chirped merrily, pinching his nose shut to force deeper thrusts. Another nightmarish day had just begun!

The dominant hung princkazon duo kept their older plaything captive the entire weekend, turning his luxury suite into a private dungeon. They ravaged him in every conceivable position: missionary with legs pinned back, standing carries where his feet dangled uselessly, even tying him spread-eagle for hours of teasing edging. They also fed him more morsels from their buttholes: grapes, bananas and candy bars. They kept using his mouth as their personal urinals and also gave him copious white showers and facials.

While lounging naked and triumphant, they maxed out his credit card on room service feasts and deliveries—lobster, champagne, desserts—devouring it all in front of him. Evan begged for scraps, but they only fed him copious loads of their thick she-cum, straight from the source, and quenched his thirst with their piss poured directly into his open mouth.

By Sunday night, as they finally dressed and prepared to leave with his wallet lighter and a promise to "visit again soon," Evan lay curled on the floor—a shattered, cum-crusted shell of his former sleazy self. His "lucky" night had transformed him into the sisters' permanent tropical bitch, and deep down, in the haze of submission, he knew he'd crave their return.

THE END