Punished by Prebondage
> The Giantess's Throne
Jane's breath hitched when she heard the click of the lock. Her heart racing, she knew she was in trouble. She had pushed her limits yet again, and Joseph was finally ready to take matters into his own hands. As she felt the coolness of the bathroom tiles beneath her feet, she tried to reason with him, pleading her case once more. But it was too late; she was already being manhandled, her barely dried hair still dripping from the shower.
Dragged kicking and screaming down the hallway, Jane's cheeks burned with shame as she was taken to the giantess's throne room. The bedroom was bathed in darkness, save for the dim light of a single candle flickering on the nightstand. She could feel his presence looming over her, his hot breath on her neck sending shivers down her spine.
"Please, Joseph," she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear. "I promise I'll behave. Just let me go."
But he didn't reply, his silence only adding to her terror. Instead, she felt his warm hands grabbing her hips, lifting her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. And then, with a single thrust, he impaled her on his massive erection, filling her completely.
The pain was excruciating, but mixed with it was a strange sense of powerlessness that turned her on in ways she couldn't understand. As he began to move, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside her, Jane felt her world spinning out of control. The bed swayed beneath them, the walls seemed to close in, and all she could focus on was the sensation of being completely owned by this man who towered over her.
With each powerful thrust, she felt herself being drawn further into his twisted world of pleasure and pain. And as the tide of passion rose within her, she knew there was no turning back—she was his now, and she belonged to him completely.
