Jesus fuck, how powerful was that beast! The metal behind my back was somehow even harder than the titanium from before—maybe an even more concentrated form of it, I don’t know. It took a while for the metal to start bending, but when it did, it cave in quickly as the shape and silhouette of my body was craved in it.
Though I was absolutely passive under that stallion, being submitted and humiliated by his mighty dick, I could claim some humble victories as I felt scorching droplets on my body: the monster was sweating! Throughout his seven-plus hours of fucking, not once have the beast ever broken sweat. Not! Fucking! Once! Now, not only was he sweating, but he was doing through many of his pores—though most of his body, admittedly, was bursting clouds of steam instead.
He was still a tireless, relentless display of virility, but part of me couldn’t help but to wonder whether he was finally getting a little bit tired… or not.
The monster gave me his answer by upping his ante, and then my body died again. My soul fucking pounded and wrecked in the ether as he destroyed me with what I was sure were seventy percent of his power. My body quickly (and loudly) sank in the floor, piercing the reinforced titanium like butter. Within seconds, my back had broken free on the room beneath, and I felt… I fucking felt…
Jesus! Fuck!! What the fuck am I even thinking?! I didn’t feel nor think nor say not did anything anymore. I was done, I was dead, and if that monster had promised to give my cunt the power of a god, oh, he very well over-delivered on this promised! The only thing I was really sure that happened was that our bodies crashed into the new floor, which was a massive, sprawling chamber of iron meant for protection, security, or something of the like.
I knew it because of the full hardness of the place. Everything was made of titanium. As the monster thrusted in me, the entire, massive room trembled—and the building, by extension, trembled with it. The neighboring buildings were probably also starting to shake as many people woke up and car alarms started to go off throughout the city.
Bursts of steam were burning my chest and my face. I could feel a powerful leakage through my chest, and though it was hard to make sense of anything at that point, today I know that my tits were gushing gallons of milk all the time. Unlike my cunt, the excessive pressure really made them go off; they must have looked like two hydrants of cream bathing that stud’s armor of muscles. Upon contact with his skin, my already scorching milk probably evaporated, joining his steam to turn that security room into one giant sauna.
His balls…! Goddamn it, his balls!! ‘Til this day I can hear their impact, countless and countless times against the titanium floor; those two massive, gooey spheres swinging up and down, hitting the ground with such outrageous, insane force that they created a second crater inside that bigger crater on the ground. A single hit was enough to engrave the shape of both testicles on the metal; that’s how unbelievably hard and powerful they were.
Those balls were full and… getting fuller! God! I didn’t know if I could take it! I didn’t know… even after taking millions of gallons of his thick jizz on my throat, my womb, and my stomach, I didn’t know if I could take his new ejaculation, released on me at probably seventy or even eighty percent of his full force! At that moment, cumming so much that my orgasms were having multiple orgasms, my mouth made out the words: “c-c-c-cum…!!” I stammered so much that it took me maybe a full minute to plea with him: “cum weaker. I can’t take eighty percent of you!” Then, there was a laughter. A roaring, rumbling, uproarious laughter that made the room quake even harder than it was already quaking, with the monster turning his furious gaze to me while pounding me with never-ending gusto. “Eighty percent?!” His voice seemed almost childishly amazed. “Honey, I’m pounding you with fifty-one percent of my power!”
My heart sank into a void I’m not sure I ever recovered it from. My terror and panic were supreme. I couldn’t…! No! I just couldn’t believe that, as that monster pounded me with enough power to make the entire city block shake, all that time he had given me just one percent—one! Extra! Percent!—of his overall power! Jesus fucking Christ? How the fuck would that monster look like when he pounded a lady at sixty percent?! Even just fifty-five percent??
Gigi Potemkin 