Chapter 7: Zoey's Journey
Zoey the shapeshifter has made herself to look exactly like Lexi, Mary’s Female Centaur guard. She is headed to Mary’s temple to infiltrate it and take over. She is close to the first village on the outskirts of Mary’s realm.
She needs to find a man to practice her new skills on. She spots a burly, bearded man, a blacksmith, leaving his shop for the day. He's exactly what she needs. She transforms into Lexi, Mary's guard, and approaches him.
"Hey there, handsome," she purrs, her voice laced with seduction. The man turns, his eyes widening as he takes in her appearance. "Lexi? What are you doing here?" he asks, surprise evident in his voice.
Zoey smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm here for you, big boy," she says, her voice filled with desire.
"I've been watching you all day, thinking about how much I want to feel your strong hands on me, how much I want to feel your cock inside me." The blacksmith swallows hard, his eyes locked onto hers. "Lexi, I... I can't," he stammers, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Mary would kill me if she found out." Zoey chuckles, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who said anything about Mary?" she asks, her voice filled with mischief. "I'm not here to tell anyone, especially not Mary.
I just want to feel you, to taste you," Zoey purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to brush against his chest. The blacksmith's breath hitched, his eyes flicking down to her hand, then back up to her face. "Lexi, you're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low and husky.
Zoey smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest, over his stomach, until they reached the waistband of his pants. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops, pulling him closer. "I like the heat," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. She quickly undid his pants and as they fell to his ankles, she wrapped her fingers all the way around his balls . She could feel them, heavy and full, ready to burst. She gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling them tighten in her hand. The blacksmith groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she played with his balls. "Fuck, Lexi," he panted, his voice filled with desire. "You're going to make me come." Zoey smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet, big boy," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "I want to feel your balls crushed in my hand , want to feel you squirming in pain." She tightened her grip, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling his balls tighten even more. The blacksmith groaned, his body tensing as he felt the pain radiating from his balls. "Fuck, Lexi," he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't... don't crush them." Zoey just smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry, handsome," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "I'll make sure they grow back." She tightened her grip, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling his balls tighten even more. "I want to feel them crushed, want to feel you squirming in pain," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
The blacksmith's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what she was saying. "Lexi, please," he begged, his voice filled with desperation. I can't handle that." Zoey just smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You can, handsome," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "You're going to love it." "Please, don't...
don't crush them," he begged, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, Lexi, I can't... I can't take it." She tightened her grip, her fingers digging deeper into his soft flesh, feeling his balls tighten even more. "Fuck, Lexi, please," he panted, his voice filled with desperation.
Zoey just smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She began to squeeze his balls harder, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling them tighten even more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice filled with desperation. "It hurts, Lexi. It fucking hurts." Zoey just smirked, her eyes locked onto his. "I know, handsome," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.
"I want to hear you beg. I want to hear you scream." She squeezed his balls even harder, her fingers digging into his flesh, feeling them begin to swell. The blacksmith's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he felt the pain intensify. "Fuck, Lexi, please," he begged, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't... don't squeeze so hard." "You can take it, big boy," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "You're going to take everything I give you." She continued to squeeze his balls, her fingers digging deeper, feeling them begin to swell even more. "Which direction is the temple?" Zoey asked, her voice filled with curiosity. The blacksmith, now panting and sweating, pointed a shaky finger towards the horizon. "It's... it's past two villages, deep in the forest," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. Zoey's eyes narrowed, her grip on his balls tightening slightly. "I said away from the forest, you idiot," she growled. "I want the temple that's not hidden in the woods." The blacksmith's eyes widened in realization, his body tensing as he felt another wave of pain radiating from his balls. "I-I'm sorry, mistress," he stammered, his voice filled with fear. "It's... it's past two villages, but it's not in the forest. It's on the outskirts, near the river." Zoey smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's better," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She released her grip on his balls, feeling them throb with relief. The she grinned wickedly and grabbed them again with an iron grip. She was going to crush them as quickly as possible and move on to the next village. She wanted to get to Mary's temple, and she needed to practice her new skills on a man who wouldn't be missed. She tightened her grip, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling his balls begin to swell and throb. The blacksmith groaned, his body tensing as he felt the pain intensifying. Zoey smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't worry, handsome," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.
"I can't handle that."
"Please, don't...
don't do it, Lexi," the blacksmith pleaded, his voice ragged with pain and desperation. His hands clutched at her wrists, trying to pry her fingers away from his balls, but Zoey's grip was unyielding. She could feel the power coursing through her, the magic that allowed her to shapeshift, to crush and destroy. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Your begging is useless, handsome," she said, her voice cold and hard. "I'm going to crush your balls, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She squeezed with all her might, her fingers digging deep into his soft flesh. The blacksmith's eyes widened in terror, his mouth open in a silent scream as he felt his balls begin to pop. Zoey watched, fascinated, as they burst under her touch, the pressure too much for them to withstand.
She could feel the blacksmith's body convulsing, his hands clawing at her wrists, trying to pull her away, but it was no use. She was relentless, her grip unyielding. She could feel the blood pulsing in her veins, the magic coursing through her, fueling her desire to crush, to destroy.
The blacksmith's screams filled the air, a high-pitched, desperate sound that sent a thrill of excitement through Zoey. She could feel her own body responding, her pussy throbbing with need as she watched him squirm in pain.
But she had a mission, and she wouldn't let her desires distract her. She released her grip on his destroyed balls, leaving him writhing on the ground, and transformed back into her natural shapeshifter form. "Have fun growing those back, handsome," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She turned and walked away, leaving him behind, and headed towards the next village. She needed to find another man to practice her new skills on. She wanted to feel the power of her magic, to feel the thrill of destruction. She wanted to feel the heat of another man's body, to feel the hardness of his cock inside her. She wanted to feel the pleasure of his release, to feel the satisfaction of his surrender.
As she walked, she could feel the magic pulsing through her veins, the power of her shapeshifting coursing through her body. She could feel the change coming, could feel her body transforming, her muscles shifting, her skin stretching. She wanted to feel the thrill of crushing as many balls as possible. She decided she would regenerate the next one a couple times before heading the last village. She walked into the next village, her eyes scanning the crowd, looking for her next target. She spotted a young man, his muscles taut and defined, his eyes filled with lust as he watched her walk by. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. He was perfect.
She approached him, her hips swaying seductively, her eyes locked onto his. "Hey there, handsome," she purred, her voice laced with desire. The man's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in her appearance. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"I'm the one who's going to make your dreams come true," she said, her voice filled with confidence. The man's breath hitched, his eyes flicking down to her hand, then back up to her face. "What's your name, beautiful?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Zoey chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Names are for friends, handsome," she said, her voice filled with seduction.
"I'm here to give you a night you'll never forget." The man's eyes darkened with desire, his breath hitching as he took in her curves. "And what makes you think I need a night I'll never forget?" "Because I'm about to make you feel things you've never felt before," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.
He led her to his hut and they stepped inside and closed the door.
She reached out, her fingers trailing down his chest, over his stomach, until they reached the waistband of his pants.
"I want to feel your cock, handsome," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. "I want to feel it hard and ready for me." "You're playing with fire, beautiful," he warned, his voice low and husky. "I'm not a man to be toyed with."
Zoey smirked, her fingers dipping into his pants, feeling the heat of his cock. "Who said anything about toying, handsome?" she asked, her voice filled with seduction. She undid his pants and they dropped to the floor.
She grabbed his cock, hard and throbbing in her hand. She could feel the heat radiating from it, could feel the pulse of his desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. "I want to taste you, handsome," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She dropped to her knees, her hand still wrapped around his cock, and took it into her mouth. She could feel it, hard and thick, filling her mouth, her throat. She could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum, could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem, stroking and squeezing his cock.
She could hear his breath hitching, his moans growing louder as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel his hips moving, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair, guiding her, urging her on. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth, loved the taste of him, the way he filled her, stretched her. She could feel her own body responding, her pussy throbbing with need as she sucked and licked and swallowed.
She reached up amd cupped his balls in her hand , feeling them heavy and full in her palm. She squeezed gently, feeling them tighten, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward. "That feels so good." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "You like having your balls played with." He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, fuck yes," he panted. "I love it." She squeezed harder, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling them begin to swell. She brought her other hand up and separated them so she had one ball in each hand.
She squeezed them both, feeling them swell and throb in her palms. The man groaned, his body tensing as he felt the intense pleasure mixed with pain. "That feels so fucking good." She continued to squeeze and play with his balls, feeling them grow even harder and more sensitive.
She could see the man's cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum, ready to explode. She wanted to feel him come, wanted to taste him, but she also wanted to make him suffer. She wanted to hear him beg, to hear him scream. She wanted to feel the power of his surrender. She squeezed with all her might, brutally destroying his balls. The man's screams filled the air, a high-pitched, desperate sound that sent a thrill of excitement through Zoey. She released her grip, leaving him writhing on the ground, and quickly cast her regeneration spell. His balls began to grow back, swelling and throbbing in her hands. She waited, her eyes gleaming with malice, until they were fully restored. Then, she squeezed again, destroying them a second time. The man's screams grew louder, his body convulsing as he felt the pain of his balls being crushed over and over. Zoey felt a sense of satisfaction, of power, as she watched him suffer.
She regenerated his balls a third time, eager to feel his pain, to hear his screams. "Please, no more," he begged, his voice hoarse and ragged. But Zoey just smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You can take it, handsome," she said, her voice cold and hard. She squeezed again, feeling his balls burst under her touch. She could feel the magic coursing through her, the power of her shapeshifting fueling her desire to destroy. She released her grip, leaving him writhing on the ground, and transformed back into her natural form. "That was fun," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "But now, it's time for me to move on." She turned and walked out of the hut, leaving the man behind, and headed towards the last village.
She needed to find someone to tell her all about Mary, Lexi, and the temple. She would quickly torture them afterwards, of course.
She loved the feeling of power, of control, that came with making a man beg for mercy. She wanted to hear their pleas, their screams, as she crushed their balls in her hands. She wanted to feel their bodies convulse, their cocks throbbing as they came undone at her touch.
As she entered the last village, she spotted a man sitting alone at a table outside a tavern, a mug of ale in front of him. He was older, his hair graying at the temples, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent. He was exactly what she needed. She shapeshifted into a gorgeous, wise looking woman so she could get information about Mary, Lexi, and the temple.
She approached the man, her hips swaying seductively. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice sultry and inviting. The man looked up, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. "Not at all, my lady," he said, his voice filled with respect. "What brings you to this humble village?" "I'm looking for information, handsome," she said, her voice filled with seduction. "I hear there's a temple nearby, and I want to know all about it." The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening.
"What kind of information are you looking for?" he asked, his voice cautious. Zoey leaned in, her voice a low purr. "I want to know about Mary, the temple, and her guard, Lexi. "I can tell you what I know, but it'll cost you," he said, his voice filled with a sudden hunger. "Oh, really?" "And what exactly are you looking for in return?" The man leaned in, his voice low and husky. "A night with you, beautiful. A night of pleasure, of passion." Zoey chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, her voice filled with seduction. She reached out, her hand trailing up his thigh, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.
"I can give you a night you'll never forget, handsome," she whispered, her voice laced with promise. "But first, you're going to tell me everything I want to know." The man's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto hers. "Deal," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "But I want something in return. I want to watch you touch yourself while I talk." "You drive a hard bargain, old man," she said, her voice filled with seduction. "But I like it." She stood up, her chair scraping against the wooden floor, and began to undress.
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her creamy skin, her full breasts spilling out as she let the fabric fall to the ground. The man's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in her naked form. She was a vision, her curves accentuated by the dim light of the tavern, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her black lace panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening with her arousal. The man's eyes darkened with desire, his cock straining against his pants. "What can you tell me about Mary? " Zoey asked, her voice a low purr as she began to touch herself, her fingers trailing down her stomach, over her hips, until they reached her pussy. She spread her legs, giving the man a clear view of her glistening folds. He watched, his breath coming in short gasps, as she began to rub herself, her fingers circling her clit, teasing it, making it swell and throb.
"Mary is... was... a powerful giantess," he said, his voice ragged with desire. She is the temple goddess. She loves to have men worship her body, especially her feet. She steps on them, pinning them down with their face in her toes. She also likes to have them lick her pussy or asshole. She is so big that often, she will grab them by the waist and use their entire head and upper body like a dildo. She is powerful. If someone has angered her, she will put them alone in a room with Lexi. Lexi has a secret that most don't know. If Lexi smells cum, she grows a huge cock, goes into a trance and brutally fucks anything near her. She can't control it and doesn't even remember what happens. She hust blacks out and fills them with cum, especially by fucking their throat and pumping their belly so full of cum that they swell up like a balloon. She has no mercy, no control. She will fuck them until they pass out, and sometimes, she even kills them. Mary loves to watch this, and she often makes men watch Lexi fucking, knowing that they will be next. She also loves to make men fight each other for the chance to lick her pussy or asshole. She makes them wrestle naked, and the winner gets to pleasure her, while the loser gets to watch. She is a cruel and powerful goddess, and no one dares to defy her.
Zoey listened intently, her fingers never stopping their dance on her clit, her pussy growing wetter with each word.
The man's eyes were glued to her fingers, his cock straining against his pants, a wet spot forming from his pre-cum. "And what about Lexi?" she asked, her voice a low growl, her eyes locked onto his. "What's she like?" The man swallowed hard, his eyes flicking up to her face, then back down to her pussy. "Lexi... she's Mary's guard, but she's more than that. She's... she's a monster. A beautiful, deadly monster." He paused, his breath hitching as Zoey's fingers dipped into her pussy, fucking herself slowly, her juices coating her fingers.
"Do either of them have any weakness?" She asked.
The man's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and excitement, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for his ale.
Lexi has her cum trance but I'm not sure that's a weakness because she is pretty brutal whan her legendary cock appears. So even though she is running on pure instinct at that time and not consciously aware, she is extra dangerous.
"There's a story, a tale they tell in the taverns, about Mary's past. They say she once shrank herself down to normal size, just to experience what it was like to be worshipped by men her own size." Zoey's fingers paused, her eyes widening slightly as she listened intently.
Back then, she had never been in her current temple and that was the day she discovered it and entered. The temple was inhabited by a group of men back then. They welcomed her as an honored guest. They had seen her before in giant form and had long dreamt of catching her as a trophy to display in the temple. They would befriend her and do anything she asked so they could catch her off guard later.
But Mary, being the cunning giantess she was, had other plans. She asked if they would be willing to line up behind her as she was on her hands and knees and take turns worshipping her feet, ass, and pussy with their tongues. The men happily agreed, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. Mary smirked, knowing she had them right where she wanted them. She got on her hands and knees, her body trembling with excitement as she felt the first man's tongue on her pussy. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. She asked him to lick her ass.
He eagerly complied, his tongue darting out to lick her tight hole. She moaned, her body arching as she felt the pleasure of his tongue on her most intimate spot. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her juices dripping down her thighs as she ground her hips against his face.
She felt around with her feet and found his crotch. She traced her toes around the head of his cock. "Take it out. Put it between my toes." The man eagerly complied, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hard cock. Mary wrapped her toes around it, feeling the heat and hardness of it against her skin. She began to stroke it, her toes moving up and down, feeling the veins pulsing with his desire. The man moaned, his tongue never stopping its dance on her ass, as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening as he got ready to come. She smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Just as he was about to explode, she squeezed her toes firmly, his cock in her grip. "I want you to cum all over my feet." The man groaned, his body tensing as he felt the pleasure of her toes on his cock. "Yes, fuck yes," he panted, his hips jerking forward as he felt his release coming. Mary smirked, her toes squeezing and stroking his cock as she felt the hot, sticky cum shooting out, coating her feet. She moaned, the sensation of his release on her skin sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her own orgasm building, her pussy throbbing with need as she ground her hips against the man's face.
She summoned the next guy in line, "come lick my feet clean and suck on my toes." The man eagerly complied, his tongue darting out to lick her feet, cleaning off the cum. He sucked on her toes, his tongue swirling around the tips, making her moan with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy throbbing with need as she watched the man worship her feet. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding his head as she ground her hips against his face. She could feel his tongue delving deep inside her, his lips sucking on her clit, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. She reached back and found his cock, pulling it free and guiding it into her pussy, "fill me with your cum!" she demanded. The man groaned, his hips jerking forward as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He began to fuck her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned, her body arching as she felt the pleasure of his cock filling her, stretching her. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy throbbing with need as she ground her hips against his. "Fuck me harder," she growled, her voice filled with desire. "Make me come." The man groaned, his hips slamming into her, his cock filling her completely.
She could feel every inch of him, could feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She moaned, her body arching as she felt the pleasure building inside her. She reached back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his. "Harder," she panted, her voice filled with desperation. "Fuck me harder." The man groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with more force. She could feel her pussy stretching, could feel the pleasure building inside her as he fucked her harder and faster. He began to cum , his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure of his release inside her, pushing her over the edge. She came, her pussy convulsing around his cock, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She could feel her juices mixing with his cum, could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
She pushed the man away, her body still trembling as she caught her breath. She turned to the next man in line, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Come here," she growled, her voice filled with desire. The man, a tall, muscular brute with a sneer on his face, walked up to her, his eyes gleaming with lust and disrespect. He reached out, his hand slapping her ass, hard. The sound echoed through the tavern, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Mary's eyes narrowed, her body tensing as she felt the sting of his hand on her skin. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with anger and desire. "You think you can just slap my ass and get away with it?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous. The man smirked, his eyes flicking down to her pussy, still glistening with her juices and the cum of the previous man. "I think I can do whatever I want," he said, his voice filled with arrogance. Mart's eyes narrowed, her body tensing as she felt a wave of anger wash over her.
She grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him down to the ground. she growled, her voice low and dangerous. Mary's eyes flashed with a sudden, intense desire. She straddled his face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth. "You want to do whatever you want, huh?" she purred, her voice filled with seduction. "Well, I have a little surprise for you." She lowered herself onto his face, her pussy pressing against his lips. She could feel his tongue darting out, trying to lick her, but she held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair.
She ground her hips against his face, feeling his nose pressing against her clit, his lips trying to suck her in. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face. "You're going to worship my pussy, you little shit," she growled, her voice filled with desire. "You're going to lick and suck and fucking eat me out until I come all over your face." The man groaned, his tongue darting out, trying to reach her clit. She tensed up and the cum from the previous man flooded out of her pussy, dripping onto his face. He licked it up eagerly, his eyes rolling back in his head. She smirked, feeling a sense of power and control over him. She ground her hips harder against his face, feeling his nose press against her clit. She reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly. "You like that, don't you, you little shit?" she purred, her voice filled with lust. "You like having your face fucked by me?" The man moaned, his hips jerking up, trying to thrust his cock into her hand. She laughed, her grip tightening around his shaft. She motioned for the next guy to come fuck her while she was still on top of the rude one.
He eagerly complied, his cock already hard and ready. She guided him to her asshole, "fuck my ass while I ride this guy's face." He didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her tight asshole. She moaned, feeling the pleasure of his cock filling her, stretching her. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, grinding her pussy against the rude man's face. She could feel his tongue darting out, licking and sucking her clit, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. She reached back, her fingers tangling in the man's hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his. She wanted him to cum in her ass so badly. She wanted to flood cum and shit out of her ass into the rude guys mouth and all over his face.
She wanted to make him choke on it, to make him gag and retch as she filled his mouth with her filth. She wanted to make him worship her ass, to make him lick and suck and eat her out until she came all over his face. She wanted to make him beg for mercy, to make him plead for her to stop, to make him scream and cry as she fucked his face with her ass. She wanted to make him her little bitch, her little cumdump, her little shit-eating slave.
She felt the man behind her, his cock slamming into her ass, filling her completely. She squeezed her asshole in waves to try and speed up his orgasm , wanting to feel him cum inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her skin, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock stretching her asshole to its limit. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building inside her. "Fuck me harder," she growled, her voice filled with desperation. He fucked her harder and spewed a gallon of cum into her ass.
She felt it gush out, filling her and dripping down her thighs. She ground her hips against the rude man's face, smearing the cum and her juices all over him. He gagged and choked, trying to breathe through his nose, but she held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair. She could feel his tongue licking and lapping at her, trying to clean up the mess, but she didn't let up. She wanted him to drown in it, to suffocate in her filth.
"Eat it, you little shit," she growled, her voice filled with lust and anger. "Eat every fucking drop of it. She squeezed her ass and a mixture of cum and shit poured out onto his face and into his mouth . He gagged and tried to pull away, but she held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair. "You're not going anywhere, you little shit," she growled, her voice filled with anger and lust. "You're going to eat every fucking drop of it. You're going to swallow it all, you understand me?" The man nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to swallow the filth in his mouth. She could feel his tongue lapping at her, trying to clean up the mess, but she didn't let up. She wanted him to suffer, to choke on her filth. She wanted him to know who was in control.
She wanted him to know that she was the one calling the shots, the one dictating the terms of their little game. She wanted him to know that she was the one who would decide when he could come, when he could cum, when he could finally find release. She reached back, her fingers tangling in the man's hair behind her, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his. She motioned for the last man to come fuck her pussy. He looked like he could cum like a river and he had huge, low hanging balls. She positioned her ass on the rude guy so he would have to lick her ass. The position was perfect so that while the last guy was fucking her, his huge balls would pummel the rude guy's face. She could see the fear in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen. She smirked, loving the power she held over him. "You're going to love this, you little shit," she taunted, her voice filled with lust and malice. "You're going to get to taste the real me, the raw, filthy, fucking me."
The last guy, with his massive cock and low-hanging balls, positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her pussy, ready to push inside her. She looked down at the rude guy, his face covered in cum and shit, and smiled wickedly.
"You're going to love this, you little shit," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. She ground her hips down, impaling herself on the last guy's massive cock, feeling it stretch her pussy to its limit. The rude guy gagged and choked, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair. "You're not going anywhere, you little shit," she growled, her voice filled with lust and anger. The last guy started fucking her wildly - his huge balls slamming into the rude guy's face with each thrust. The rude guy gagged and choked, trying to breathe through his nose, but Mary held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair. She could feel the last guy's cock stretching her pussy, filling her completely. The last guy obliged, his hips slamming into her, his cock filling her over and over again. She could see his balls slapping against the other guy's face, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock stretching her pussy to its limit.
"Make me come all over your cock." She could feel his body tensing, his cock throbbing inside her as he got closer and closer to his release. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to feel his hot, sticky cum filling her pussy. "Shove your cock down his throat and come as hard as ypu can," she panted, her voice filled with desire.
The last guy, his face flushed with exertion, nodded and pulled out of her pussy. He grabbed the rude guy by the hair, forcing his head back, and shoved his massive cock into the man's mouth. The rude guy gagged, his eyes watering as he tried to breathe through his nose, but the last guy held him firmly in place, his cock filling the man's throat. "Swallow it, you little shit," the last guy growled, his voice filled with lust and anger. "Swallow every fucking inch of it." The rude guy nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to swallow the massive cock in his mouth.
The last guy began to fuck his face, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock slamming in and out of the man's throat. Mary watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction as she saw the man struggle to take the cock, his eyes watering, his face turning red. She could see the last guy's balls slapping against the man's chin, could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock filling the man's throat.
"Fuck his face harder," she growled, her voice filled with desire. "Make him choke on your cock." The last guy obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into the man's throat with more force.
The rude guy gagged and choked, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. Mary watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction as she saw the man's face turn red, his body convulsing as he tried to pull away. She reached down, her fingers tangling in the man's hair, pulling him closer as the last guy fucked his face. She could feel the man's tongue darting out, trying to lick her clit, but she held him firmly in place, her hands gripping his hair. She wanted him to suffer, to choke on the last guy's cock.
"Cum down his throat now!," she growled, her voice filled with lust and malice. She wiggled her toes on his face sweetly to help him come immediately . The last guy groaned, his body tensing as he felt the pleasure of her toes on his cock. He slammed his hips forward, his cock throbbing as he filled the rude guy's throat with his hot, sticky cum. The rude guy gagged and choked, his eyes watering as he struggled to swallow it all. Mary smirked, loving the sight of him struggling to take it all. She wiggled her toes again, making the last guy groan and spurt out more cum. "Swallow it all, you little shit," she taunted, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Every fucking drop." The rude guy nodded, his eyes watering as he tried to swallow it all.
She turned to the last guy, her eyes gleaming with lust. "You did good, real good," she purred, her voice filled with appreciation. "But now it's my turn to make you feel good." She pushed him down onto the ground, straddling his face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth.
"You think you can just fuck off after that performance?" she growled, her voice filled with lust and anger. "You think I'm done with you?" The man shook his head, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "No, mistress," he panted, his voice filled with deference. "What do you want me to do?" Mary smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I want you to eat my pussy, you little shit," she purred, her voice filled with seduction.
"I want you to lick and suck and fucking eat me out until I come all over your face." The man nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick her pussy. She could feel his nose pressing against her clit, his lips trying to suck her in. She reached back, her fingers finding the last guy's cock, still hard and ready.
She stroked it slowly, feeling the heat and hardness of it in her hand. " She slid up and down his face and he licked her from clit to asshole. She came all over his face - her juices flooding his mouth. She took a turn like this on each of the previous guys, sqving the rude one for last. As she came on the rude one, she squeezed his balls and shit hard all over his face.
She squeezed her ass and a mixture of cum and shit poured out onto his face and into his mouth.
She let out a satisfied sigh, her body finally sated. "Take me to a room," she commanded, her voice filled with authority. "I need to sleep." The men, still panting and covered in sweat and cum, nodded eagerly, helping her to her feet. They led her down a dimly lit hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. She could feel the cool air on her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the tavern. They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, one of the men pushing it open to reveal a small, cozy room. A large four-poster bed dominated the space, covered in soft furs and pillows. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. "This will do nicely," she said, her voice soft with contentment. She turned to the men, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and tells them goodnight. They all nod and leave the room, closing the door softly behind them. She climbs into the bed, the soft furs and pillows enveloping her in warmth and comfort. She drifts off to sleep, her body finally at ease.
While she sleeps, the men, bring in a box made of amethyst. It was see-through like glass, and they carefully place it over her, trapping her inside. She stirs, her eyes flying open as she realizes what's happening. She tries to grow back to her giant size, but the box won't allow it. She's trapped, her body confined to its human form. She screams, her fists pounding against the amethyst walls, but it's no use. The box is too strong.
Years pass, and she remains trapped. Her once vibrant and powerful body begins to wither, her strength waning.
Her once radiant skin now bears the marks of time, and her once lustrous hair is now a dull, lifeless brown. She is no longer the powerful and feared giantess she once was, but a mere shadow of her former self. She is trapped, confined to her human form, unable to escape the amethyst prison that has become her prison. She is no longer the feared giantess, but a mere shell of her former self.
One day, an earthquake happened and the box fell over and shattered. She was released. She looked around, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She was free, finally free after all these years. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the strength returning to her body. She was no longer the weak and pathetic creature she had become, but the powerful and feared giantess she once was.
With a roar that shook the very foundations of the temple, she returned her body to its true giant size, the amethyst shards scattering across the floor like so much glass. She stormed out of the room, her massive feet shaking the ground with each thunderous step, her eyes scanning the temple for the men who had once held her captive.
She found them huddled together in the main hall, their faces pale with fear as they watched her approach. They had once been strong and powerful, but now they cowered before her like the pathetic creatures they were. She could see the fear in their eyes, the knowledge that they were no match for her strength and power.
"Did you really think you could keep me trapped like that forever?" she growled, her voice like thunder in the small room.
"You thought you could trap me, use me, make me your prisoner?" She advanced on them, her massive form towering over the cowering men. "I am Mary, the Giantess. I am your goddess now, and I will not be contained." She grabbed the first man, lifting him off the ground by his collar. "You will serve me now, as my slave," she snarled, her eyes burning into his. She threw him to the ground, where he landed with a thud, his body shaking with fear. She turned to the next man, and the next, repeating the process until all of them were prostrate before her, their eyes filled with terror. "You will do as I say, when I say it," she commanded, her voice like a whip crack.
"You will serve me, and you will serve me well." She turned to the first man, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You will have a child, and when it is born, you will give it to me. But know this, as soon as it is of age, I will take your manhood from you, and you will become my eunuch servant." The man nodded, his face pale with fear and resignation. She turned to the next man, repeating the command, and so on until all of them were cowering before her, their eyes filled with terror and acceptance. "You will all do as I say, or you will face my wrath," she growled, her voice filled with menace.