Sashacurves - Giantess: Survival of the Fittest 2

Sashacurves - Giantess: Survival of the Fittest 2

As Sashacurves, the giantess, relaxed on her comfy sofa after a grueling day of finding fresh meat for her nightly games, she couldn't help but feel somewhat incomplete. She looked around and sighed, thinking about how much she missed her trusty ass slave, Gerry. He had been such an integral part of her routine, always ready to worship her magnificent ass whenever she wanted him to. But today was different; he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine as she remembered that Gerry had managed to escape from between her cheeks earlier. She briefly remembered his insolent demand for freedom, but chose to ignore it at the time, focusing instead on the thrill of the upcoming contest.

Her anger flared up as she recalled how Gerry had the nerve to ask for one. How dare he? She thought disdainfully. She stood up from the sofa, her feet towering over its cushioned surface, and began to stomp around the house, yelling his name. But no matter how much she searched, there was no sign of him. Finally, exhausted from her futile efforts, she gave up and fell back onto the sofa, defeated. Her phone rang, and she answered it, hoping it would be an encouraging word from her friend, who had shared her passion for the "Survival of the Fittest" games.

As expected, it was her friend on the phone. Sashacurves explained her predicament, and to her surprise, her friend suggested using her tiny slave as a foot stool. The idea intrigued her; perhaps he could be tried for some other tasks too. She decided to put the plan into action and dialed Gerry's number. To her amusement, he picked up after the first ring. "Gerry, my little ass slave," she said menacingly, "I have a job for you."

The tiny man trembled as he heard his mistress's voice. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't resist the urge to obey. He crawled over to her feet, his body aching from the previous days of being trampled and used as a toy. Sashacurves put him on the ground and made him face the floor, still sitting on the sofa. His heart sank when he saw the look of disdain in her eyes, but he wasn't prepared for what came next. To his horror, he watched as she stepped on him once again, crushing his small frame underfoot.

At first, she expected him to squirm and whimper, but much to her surprise, he barely moved. She noticed a trickle of blood coming from under him, but he continued to lay there, motionless. She couldn't help but be impressed by his resilience; there was a reason she had chosen him for this role in the first place. "Get up," she ordered, and to her amazement, he did. Slowly, he stood, his body battered and bruised, but standing nonetheless. It was then that she decided to test his loyalty further. "Worship my feet."

Gerry began to kiss and lick at her feet, his tongue tracing the lines of her toes as he gently massaged her stocking-clad feet. The giantess watched, fascinated by his actions. She remembered the first time she had saw him like this, how he had pleasured her after she had stomped on him for the first time. But despite his best efforts, his tiny body could no longer satisfy her aching feet. She clapped, signaling the end of the session. "You did well, but you aren't enough," she told him, amused by the look of disappointment on his face.

Gerry looked up at her with pleading eyes but knew what was coming next. Sashacurves bent down and picked him up by his ankles, revealing a yard-long 'tail' of cum stretching between his legs. She chuckled humorously and shook her head before continuing her sentence: "I know you want to see my magnificent breasts without my bra on. Maybe that will give you the incentive you need to do better next time."

She smiled wickedly and then placed him back on the floor, instructing him to wait there while she went to change into something more comfortable. As she walked away, she could hear him begging pitifully, promising her anything if only she would let him climb back between her cheeks. But she knew better. His tiny, broken body couldn't begin to compare to the power she derived from controlling men like him. It was a game she played, pushing them to their limits and beyond, all for her own amusement.

Sashacurves returned to the living room wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties set, her muscular thighs glistening with sweat. She sat back down on the sofa, legs spread wide, inviting him to come closer. Reluctantly, Gerry crawled over to her, his eyes fixed on her massive breasts, straining against the limitations of her bra. She laughed again, enjoying his feeble attempts at pleasure, before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him close. With her free hand, she cupped one of her breasts, offering him a taste of what he had been begging for.

As his tongue flicked out, hesitatingly tasting her nipple, she could see the real fun starting to take hold of him. Grabbing him by the back of his head, she forced his face into her cleavage, pushing his nose against her warm, sweaty skin. She could feel him struggling, trying to pull away, but she wasn't about to let him go. He was hers, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Minutes turned into hours as they played this twisted game, Sashacurves toying with his body and mind, dragging him deeper into her web of pleasure and pain. Finally, exhausted from her exertions, she released him, watching as he fell limply to the floor once more. "You're pathetic," she spat, turning away from him in disgust. "You may as well be dead to me."

With that, she tossed him aside like trash, dismissing him from her presence. Gerry curled into a ball, his mind reeling from the events of the past few hours. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to again. But as he lay there, lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of duty towards his mistress. Despite everything she had put him through, he knew that he belonged to her, and he would continue to serve her, no matter what.