You pleaded him to release yourself, but Mr. Davies wasn't kind. He dropped you onto his metal pecs and held your hands like a pupppet. "Now dance as I say! Dance for me or I'll crush you like a mite!".
Jumping off, you started doing some Michael Jackson moves on one of his collassal abs. The hard dance floor was alive, literally. You did some ballet, you did some clickity feet, you did some gymnastic moves. And Mr. Davies seemed happy about you. You kept dancing, you never felt tired, you were dancing for your god life.
"Okay, time for sex."
"But I'm not gay! Please, let me do something else to please you! I'm already smaller than your penis! How come you do fuck me?"
"Why, just drink my milk runt! You wanna live? Here's your option.".
And the giant grabbed one of your hands and held it high at the ceiling. You screamed as loud as possible, but Mr. Davies wasn't bothered. He simply made fun of your small size. After the torture was over, Mr. Davies set you down and stuffed you into his pee hole.
Then, he stood up and crawled up to the kitchen to grab a glass. He sat by the dining table, and set the monstrous cup on the ground. Mr. Davies aimed his titanic bulge onto the cup, and sprayed his sperms out. Flushing you with it, you were thrown into the glass and drowned into the ocean of cum. Your pain was now your teacher's entertainment.
A few moments later, you hear a knock at the door, and you praised yourself, someone's going to save you!
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