15/08/2024
Since I'm late on the videos, I thought I should give you a little surprise 😈🫦
So weak
The sky seemed to tremble as Xena, now a towering 60-meter giantess, loomed above, her eyes glinting with a sinister gleam. You had always prided yourself on your strength, your athleticism, but here, in the shadow of this behemoth, you were nothing more than a fragile plaything—a toy for her amusement.
Her massive hand closed around your torso, lifting you effortlessly into the air. The pressure was immediate, but not overwhelming—yet. She was taking her time, savoring every moment. Her thumb, large enough to engulf your entire head, hovered above you like a predator teasing its prey. The rough texture of her skin brushed against your scalp as she began to toy with your head, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger as if it were nothing more than a tiny, insignificant pea.
"Look at you," she cooed, her voice filled with mocking affection, "so small, so fragile… It’s almost adorable how you thought you stood a chance." Her thumb pressed down slightly, just enough to make your skull creak, a subtle reminder of the sheer force she was capable of unleashing. But she didn’t apply full pressure—no, that would be too easy. She wanted to enjoy this, to play with you.
She chuckled, the sound rumbling through the air like distant thunder. "Does that hurt?" she asked, her tone dripping with faux concern. "I wonder how much pressure it would take to pop that little head of yours… Should we find out?"
Her thumb pressed down harder, and a spike of pain shot through your skull. You could feel the bones beginning to strain under the pressure, but still, she held back, never quite going far enough to finish it. Instead, she rolled your head again, playing with you like a cat with a mouse, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of sa**sm and delight.
"Go on," she whispered, her voice now low and intimate, "try to fight back. Show me how strong you really are." The words were a cruel taunt, daring you to struggle, to resist the inevitable. But even as she spoke, you knew there was nothing you could do. Your muscles strained, but it was like trying to push against a mountain. The pressure increased again, this time accompanied by a low, almost satisfied hum from her.
"You know," she mused, as if lost in thought, "I could crush you so easily, right here, right now. But where’s the fun in that?" She released the pressure slightly, allowing you a momentary reprieve, just long enough to draw in a ragged breath, to feel the fleeting hope that perhaps, just maybe, she would show mercy.
But then her thumb pressed down again, harder this time, and the hope was snatched away as quickly as it had come. The pain was excruciating, your skull now on the verge of cracking, and still, she continued to play, toying with you as if your suffering were the sweetest music to her ears.
"Listen," she said, her tone almost playful, "do you hear that? That’s the sound of your little skull about to give way. Just a little more pressure…"
Your vision began to blur, the edges darkening as your body started to shut down, unable to cope with the relentless force. And still, she played, her thumb now pressing down with enough power to make your head feel as though it were about to implode.
Finally, as if bored with the game, she sighed, "I suppose every toy has its breaking point. Let’s see yours."
With one last, brutal squeeze, the pressure became too much. Your skull caved in under the immense force, and everything went black. Her voice was the last thing you heard, echoing in the void.
"Goodbye, slut. You were fun while you lasted."
