This choice: Time for you to return the favor and pleasure her. • Go Back... Her poor little toy looked so weak and docile spread out on the table. Your chest rose and fell heavily with your labored gasps. It was unbelievable to see the little man trembling and moaning, barely lucid within a post-orgasmic bliss. “Come on, get up,” Soyeon groaned, “I barely even touched you!”
Your empty little head was still spinning. Shuffling to your feet, your knees shook and buckled and you collapsed back onto your face. Soyeon snorted at the miserable display. Your groin still tickled, another squirt of semen ebbing from your cockhead under your own weight. With a subdued moan, you finally got onto your feet, emasculated by the clear indignation dressing Soyeon’s scowling face. “Are you done yet?,” she tutted at you.
“I- I’m sorry…,” you croaked. Soyeon seemed unamused. If you were really sorry, your pathetic dick wouldn’t already be twitching back to life at the mere sight of her disapproving expression. It was true, a part of you was beginning to seek more humiliation from Soyeon. It was impossible to keep it together around her; you were already so emasculated in her eyes that it felt more appropriate to be the most submissive toy possible, if only for her amusement. How sad. The idol wasn’t quite sure what to do with you.
But she felt a rush. The anger melted away from her as she realized every one of her grimaces sent more blood into your dick. How powerful was she right now? Smiting a tiny person from existence with two fingers was divinity, but commandeering a little freak’s entire ego and conscience was like Platonic omnipresence. Now, Soyeon was grinning down at you, her smugness all too evident.
“It’s okay, I remember my first time too,” she smiled, her voice softer, although a tone of condescension dripped through her words. “I mean… that was your first time, wasn’t it?” She watched your eyes grow glassy and red as tears stung their corners. “I hope it was, at least, because…”
You had to cut her off. “It was, it was!” Your words shook, your voice uneven as you fought back a sob. When you chose to shrink yourself, you’d expected to be a disposable toy for an idol. Never did you sign up to be degraded for your own virginity. For only a moment you’d been able to cling to the delusional fantasy that fucking Soyeon’s finger was your only shot with a woman… and now she would deny you of it.
“With my finger? Really?” She pierced your heart with red-hot words. “Honey, that’s hardly sex.” At last, a weak whimper left your throat as your heart sunk and all confidence left you.
Wow. Soyeon could hardly believe how powerful she felt right now. Bullying a sniveling virgin like you had been the last thing she’d planned today, but it somehow was much more entertaining than just killing you. She wanted to draw this out a little longer and feigned empathy: “Oh, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay.” She gently stroked you with the back of her finger, grinning as you recoiled, fighting against premature ejaculation. “I’d love to deflower you, if you think you can handle me.”
The saddest part was that hearing those words drew a bud of precum from your erect dick. Your heart raced in anticipation, expression lifting into happiness as you stuttered in disbelief. “R- W- What?,” your words narrowly worked out of you amidst the sudden sense of shock. What could she have meant? Could she… you could hardly imagine… grow you back?
Not likely. She nodded down at you. “That’s right. I’m not going to let you have all the fun alone.” Soyeon smirked at how enthralled the toy looked at the prospect of fucking her. She swore your knees were shaking like you were on the verge of orgasm once again (which, you were.) “Get on my hand, slave, you’re going in my panties.” Soyeon laid the back of her hand on the table, palm awaiting you.
The prospect elicited a cocktail of emotions, but apprehension wasn’t one of them. Soyeon deserved a man far better than you, but you knew you could be the best sex toy she’d ever owned. Normal or shrunken, you would do everything in your (very limited) power to pleasure her.
So you scrambled onto her hand, grunting in ecstasy as you felt her touch against you once more. The head of your dick bounced on the pudgy end of a finger for a moment and nearly brought you to your climax; you clenched your jaw and moaned as you fought against it. Soyeon watched it all mirthfully, holding back the urge to laugh at you.
“Are you ready?,” she asked. Truthfully, you could never be ready for something like this. But you naïvely nodded, officially demoting your agency as a human into the nonautonomous existence of a mere sex toy. The idol couldn’t be any happier with the arrangement. She unzipped her shorts with her free hand and tugged at the waistband of her panties. Without further warning, you were deposited into the cave and sent tumbling with a snap.
A wall of moist fabric ricocheted into your back and hurtled you into a wet wall. Darkness obfuscated your surroundings, but a sickly-salty scent confirmed the obvious. You clung like a speck to the slick surface of Soyeon’s labia, thrashing against the wetness of her building arousal.
“Oh,” Soyeon moaned. “You missed, baby. That’s not where you touch a girl.” She leaned back into her chair, bringing a hand between her legs as she continued, “Let me help you.”
She pressed her fingers into her panties, stroking upward along her labia. You were guided upward by the force, sliding against her sex and force-fed her discharge. The pressure nearly suffocated you before you were smeared into the ridged hood alongside clitoris. The contact pulled another moan from Soyeon.
“Right there, you can fuck me right there.” She pressed her middle finger into the round bud for moment then relented.
You leapt into action, desperate to please the giantess, even as you retched up the fluid in your throat. Imagining you were truly fucking the girl of your dreams, your mind rushed with the current of every fantasy you’d had about Soyeon washing over you. You stroked against her, pumping your dick into the pudgy flesh of her clitoris once, twice…
And not a single time more. You grunted, whimpering as you ejaculated against her. “No, no, no,” you whispered, shaking as you continued to blow your seed into her clit in long, sticky ropes. This was the worst possible time to prematurely cum! All energy drained from you immediately as you pressed your face into her flesh and screamed in frustration.
Soyeon noticed the lack of movement. “Come on,” she groaned, “You do at least know you’re supposed to do something, right?”
Her insults weren’t enough to urge you into motion. Frustrated, Soyeon pulled at her waistband and gawked down at the miserable wretch and guffawed.
You clung to her clitoris in a mixture of her cum and your own semen, weeping with your face pressed into her. Soyeon could hardly believe seeing something so miserable. “Oh my FUCKING God!,” she cried out in exasperation.
She didn’t even want to look at you. Her panties snapped back into place as she locked you up with her pussy again. “You just can’t get the real work done, can you? I shouldn’t even be surprised.” She shook her head and groaned in frustration. “No wonder you’ve never had a girlfriend!” Continuing to demean you, Soyeon leaned back once more and pressed into her clit with two fingers.
You screamed under the unrelenting force of her masturbation, now starting to thrash around in pain against her. A wave of pleasure shot up Soyeon’s spine and she returned your efforts with twice the pressure. Your ribcage threatened to burst open against the fleshy wall of her clitoris as two fingers continually battered you against her.
Soyeon’s breath hitched in her throat, her cries of ecstasy reaching a resonant peak. Gasping, she swore at herself for never trying this before. Your struggles sent pinpricks of arousal through her pelvis, licks of pleasurable fingers stroking up her back and onto her shoulders. Her toes curled in her shoes and her knees squeezed together as she bit her lip to suppress a final moan. A wave of orgasmic pleasure overtook her as she finally climaxed from your struggles and her own masturbation.
Immediately, the pressure disappeared. Soyeon’s hand fell limply onto her thigh, the idol now panting and squirming in her chair. Sweat ran down her forehead. Her weak voice spoke to you in a sultry tone, “That’s how you fuck a girl, stupid.”
With newfound freedom from the pain of her fingers, you gasped desperately for air. Like a fucking idiot you inhaled a glob of cum, sputtering and hacking as your exhaustion set in and your consciousness began to leave you. With a few ragged coughs, you went into the black, satisfied with having provided Soyeon just a little pleasure, even if you were meant to die right here.
Soyeon noticed your lack of movement. Indifferent, she zipped up her shorts, leaving you plastered against her pussy, dead or alive. It seemed an appropriate place for a sex toy. She could check on you later.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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