Grilled Under My Curves (glass table, buttcrush, nipple crush)
H2: The Towering Temptress
Giantess Alena's eyes blazed with fury as she caught sight of the tiny scratch on her perfect breast. Who could have done this? She scanned the room, her gaze landing on the helpless tinies hiding in her bra. It was time for some punishment.
The towering giantess stood before them, her massive tits looming like judgment day. Trembling in fear, the tinies couldn't tear their eyes away from her intoxicating curves. Alena leaned in close, her warm breath causing goosebumps on their skin. "Speak," she whispered menacingly. "Tell me who did this."
But the tinies remained silent, their hearts pounding in their chests. Alena's fingers squeezed them tighter, her grip crushing their fragile bodies beneath her nails. "You'll pay for this," she growled.
H2: Grilled Under My Curves
With a quick swipe of her hand, the tinies were flung across the room like ragdolls. Their cries of pain echoed off the walls as Alena's ass descended upon them like a verdict. Crunch, crack—music to her ears!
The last of the tinies squirmed in fear beneath her, their tiny voices silent in the face of her power. Alena paused to admire her handiwork, a cruel smile curling her lips. She had taught these pathetic creatures a lesson they would never forget.
As she prepared for her date, Alena couldn't resist the urge to show off her handmade grill. She slipped the surviving tiny into her panties, watching as it squirmed beneath her thigh. "See what I did for you?" she purred, holding up the tiny figure between two fingers. "You might survive... but will you want to?"
She placed the tiny on the grill, feeling its heat sear into its tiny body. With a satisfied smirk, Alena admired her handiwork. This wasn't just a clip—it was their fate under her power.
