The beat-up old car rumbled into the hotel parking lot, its
engine rattling a bit as it finally started to cool off after hours on the
road. Immediately, three excited young goth women spilled out, their heavy
boots thudding against the pavement (well, for two of them – the driver Senna
wore sensible shoes for the pedals, but had boots packed for later). The girls
wore a chaotic array of black lace, piercings, and pent-up energy. Senna, with
her thick curves hugged by a tight corset, adjusted her glasses as she
stretched, brown hair tumbling messily over her shoulders. Val, taller and more
wiry, slung all of the girls’ bags over one shoulder with ease, her tomboyish
frame still buzzing from drumming on the dashboard to Sleep Token’s hypnotic
riffs the whole way. Elaine, slender and towering, flicked her dark hair out of
her face. Her delicate features were offset by the chunky silver rings glinting
on her ears, nose, and clothes. They were gothy, they were nerdy and they were
here for one thing: to lose themselves in the noise and excitement of their
favorite band’s live show.
But there was a fourth passenger – one who didn’t clamber
out of the van or sling a bag over her shoulder. Amy, barely an inch tall, was
nestled deep in Senna’s ample cleavage, her tiny body pressed between the warm,
sweat-slick curves of Senna’s breasts. To Senna, Amy wasn’t a person – not
really. She was a toy, a little plaything she’d kept for months, a secret she’d
decided to share with her friends on this girls-only road trip. Tucked into Senna’s
corset, Amy squirmed faintly, her minuscule limbs pinned by the tight fabric
and the weight of Senna’s chest, her world a humid, swaying prison of flesh.
The girls had laughed about it on the drive – Senna bragging about how she’d
“broken Amy in,” Val cracking crude jokes, Elaine blushing but giggling along.
Now, as they hauled their bags toward the hotel, Amy was just along for the
ride, a hidden surprise for the night ahead.
The concert loomed in their
minds, but so did what would come after – when the adrenaline and heat of the
show would spill over into their cramped hotel room, and Amy, their tiny
captive, would become the centerpiece of their unhinged, sweaty fun.
Amy’s world was a relentless, swaying darkness full of heat
and pressure and the scents of a vast body, very strongly of woman.
Trapped in the humid crevice of Senna’s cleavage, every bump in the road jolted
her tiny frame, pressing her deeper into the soft, sweat-dampened prison of
skin and fabric. The van’s rumble vibrated through her, a low roar that drowned
out her own thoughts, while the muffled thump of Sleep Token’s “The Summoning”
blasted from the speakers, punctuated by Val’s off-key attempts to sing along. Senna’s
heartbeat thudded against Amy’s back, a steady drumline to the chaos, her
corset laces forming a lacey prison around the cleft, like silky iron bars. The
air was thick with the girls’ excitement, the faint tang of leather, and Senna’s
musky scent all enveloping her. Amy squirmed, her inch-tall body slick with
sweat that wasn’t even her own, knowing it was futile to try to even
reposition, let alone crawl free. To Senna, she was less than a person – just a
toy, a thing to be jostled and forgotten until needed.
When the van lurched to a stop, Amy felt the sudden
stillness immediately. The engine’s growl died, and Senna’s chest heaved as she
stretched, crushing Amy tighter for a moment before the pressure eased. Voices
overlapped – Val’s brash laughing, Elaine’s quieter murmurs of appreciation for
the cool air – while Amy stayed pinned, her world tilting as Senna climbed out.
Gravel crunched under boots, and cooler night air seeped through the corset’s
edge, a fleeting and welcome change breaking the stifling heat of her
confinement. Amy’s tiny hands pressed against the slick walls of flesh, a
silent plea no one would hear. The hotel loomed ahead…
The
girls burst into the hotel room, a whirlwind of clattering boots and tossed
bags. Senna adjusted her corset in the mirror, smudging black liner around her
eyes, while Val spiked her hair with gel and Elaine swapped her rings for
chunkier ones. They were primping, preening – goth goddesses gearing up for a
fantastic evening together. But before they left, Senna plucked Amy from her
cleavage, her fingers pinching the tiny girl’s waist as she sauntered to the
bathroom. The door clicked shut. Senna hiked up her skirt, sat on the toilet,
and held Amy aloft, forcing her to watch as Senna released a golden flood for
several seconds – a power play, a smirk curling Senna’s lips. When she
finished, she pressed Amy’s inch-tall body face-first against her skin down
there, slick and warm, demanding she lap up the last drops. In fact, she’d be
staying there for the duration of the concert! Amy’s tiny mews of protest were
completely ignored and her world quickly shrank to darkness, salt and heat, in
what would be a twisted appetizer for the night ahead. Satisfied, Senna stood
and finished her preparations. One last teasing glance at her prisoner, then the
fabric band snapping against her curves like a trap as she rejoined the girls
and headed out.
From Amy’s point of view, the concert was a sensory
hellscape. The panties clung like a sticky-wet vice, Senna’s body heat
radiating through Amy’s little form, every shift of those titanic hips at risk
of choking the little speck-girl out. The bassline of almost every song thrummed
through Amy’s very bones, while the crowd’s roar filtered in – distant, impossibly
loud. Another world, far removed from her new life as a plaything for bigger,
better girls. Senna even got into the excitement and danced with her
girlfriends for a while, her hips grinding Amy against the unyielding fabric of
her tight outfit, sweat pooling rapidly downward, soaking her tiny prisoner
constantly. Amy struggled just to avoid drowning in Senna’s crotch, her face
mashed into the damp chaos of skin and hair. The evening blurred – minutes or
hours, she couldn’t tell – each song and scream further overwhelming her senses.
Senna’s excitement literally pulsed around her, like a living cage, and Amy
knew there would be more to come, soon…
Much later…
The van screeched back into the hotel lot well past
midnight, the girls tumbling out in a haze of adrenaline and cheap wine
coolers. They’d stopped at a gas station on the way, snagging bags of chips and
a six-pack of fruit-flavored booze, their laughter echoing as they recounted
Sleep Token’s encore – haunting, visceral, amazing. Senna’s corset was
loosened, her glasses fogged from the humid night, while Val’s shirt clung to
her sweat-slick frame, and Elaine’s pale cheeks were flushed from both the
alcohol and the thrill. They were a mess of spiky boots and smudged eyeliner,
vibrating with the kind of raw energy that should’ve fizzled out into showers
and sleep the moment bed was in sight. The hotel room door banged open a little
too loudly and they spilled inside, dropping their haul on the worn old
dresser, the air thick with salt and anticipation.
But then… Val impulsively grabbed Elaine by the wrist and
yanked her down onto her lap sitting on the foot of the bed. After a long,
frozen moment, she kissed the slender girl, forcefully. Elaine didn’t even
resist, melting into the stronger girl’s grasp. Their lips pressed together,
messy and fierce, Elaine’s surprised, tipsy squeak melting into a giggle
against Val’s mouth. The room’s buzz shifted – a new feeling permeated the
hotel room. Senna paused mid-sip of her wine cooler, her eyes flicking to the pair,
a slow grin curling her lips as the excitement they’d all been filled with found
a new outlet. The snacks sat forgotten to one side as the air grew warm and
heavy with something unspoken but inevitable, and Senna’s fingers twitched,
already itching to dig Amy out from her panties and involve her in what was
happening.
“Girls… if we do this, we tell no one, got it? My husband
wouldn’t mind, but you know the gossips at work…” The room pulsed with a new excitement
now, the air thick with tipsy lust as Val’s hands roamed Elaine’s slender
frame, tugging at her choker, their kisses deepening into a hungry roaming of
tongues and teeth. Elaine straddled Val’s lap, her long legs trembling as she
pressed herself closer, her quiet gasps swallowed by the tomboy’s eager mouth. Senna
watched, her own breath hitching, heat pooling low in her belly as she set her drink
aside. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, peeling the
soaked fabric aside to pluck Amy from her steamy confines. The tiny girl
emerged glistening, her inch-tall body drenched in Senna’s sweat and other
juices, chest heaving as she gulped air. Senna dangled her by one arm, smirking
as Amy’s slick form caught the dim lamplight. “Look what I’ve been keeping warm
for you, girls,” she purred, her voice a velvety tease, showing off her gasping
toy to the others.
Val broke the kiss with a wicked grin, her eyes glinting as
she reached for her backpack, unzipping it with a flourish. “Oh, I’ve got
something along those lines too,” she rasped, spilling an arsenal of toys onto
the bed – vibrators, cuffs, and a sleek black strap-on that made her intentions
clear. “Been dying to fuck you both with this, but I didn’t actually expect it
to happen tonight,” she said, her tone dripping with lust as she hefted the
harness, already imagining it cinched around her hips. Elaine’s face had flared
a deeper pink, glancing between the tiny girl-toy and the massive black
artificial cock, her slender fingers twisting in Val’s shirt. She looked
shocked, hesitant, but her glittering eyes betrayed her – wild, needy, aching
to be taken by both of them. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as she
pictured Val pounding into her, then Senna, the thought alone soaking her
through her tights. The mood spiraled from there, raw and unbridled, the girls
shedding restraint along with their clothes, ready to devour each other – and Amy
– whole.
The bed creaked under their weight as the girls removed all
their layers, a tangle of pale skin and shining piercings. Senna sprawled back
against the pillows, her curvy thighs parting as Elaine’s slender fingers slid
between them, teasing her slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Senna
groaned, her head tipping back, glasses fogging as Elaine’s touch grew bolder,
two fingers curling inside her while her thumb circled with precision. Senna
also had little Amy between her lips, tongue sliding over her tiny form, lewd
and invasive. Amy cried out in a mix of pleasure and helpless shock, but that
only turned the girls on further. Val watched from further down the bed, her
own hand busy, tugging Elaine’s shiny black panties down to sink her teeth into
the soft flesh of her thigh, leaving a blooming red mark. She licked a hot
stripe up Elaine’s skin, tasting salt and desire, her growl vibrating against
the goth girl’s trembling leg as Elaine’s quiet moans filled the air.
At some point in the hazy,
lust-filled night, Val snatched a small, buzzing toy from the pile – a slim
vibrator, its hum cutting through the haze. She pressed it against Senna’s
chest first, dragging it over her heaving breasts, circling a nipple until it
peaked under the sensation. Senna squirmed, a needy laugh spilling out as she
grabbed Val’s wrist, guiding the toy lower. “Don’t tease,” she hissed, and Val
obliged, slipping it between Senna’s thighs, working it in alongside Elaine’s
fingers. The dual assault drew a sharp cry from Senna, her hips bucking as
Elaine leaned in to bite her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin while her free
hand pinched Senna’s other nipple. Amy was… somewhere. Senna couldn’t recall at
the moment. Maybe Elaine had pushed the tiny, screaming plaything up her tight
little ass while she stroked herself on the other side of the bed? That sounded
right. The girls continued their wild night in a dozen more little sensual interludes,
building up to the big, final event. All three exhausted but eager…
Being Senna’s tongue-fucking toy was overstimulating
already, but it was only the first of many kinky little abuses Amy suffered
that night. She could barely remember them all, a blur of tongues, fingers, and
three separate pussies all eager to grind against her or swallow her up.
Later, Elaine’s hands claimed
her, prying her from Senna’s tight grasp mid-orgasm. Amy’s world tilted as
Elaine’s flushed face loomed close, her breath hot and ragged. The mousey
girl’s fingers, still slick from Senna, smeared Amy’s tiny body with pussy
juices she guided her downward, pressing her inch-tall form against the tight,
puckered heat of her asshole. Amy squirmed and fought, even begged Elaine to
stop, but of course it was no use. She could barely even move her limbs, her
arms pinned tightly as Elaine forced her in head-first, the constricting
pressure swallowing her into a dark, pulsing tomb. The sounds of the sex-filled
outside world were muffled – only the thud of Elaine’s heartbeat and the wet,
slapping rhythm of her fingers working her own cunt reached Amy, followed by
moans vibrating all around the tiny, trapped toy. Elaine’s shuddering climax
squeezed Amy tighter, a crushing wave of flesh and heat, leaving her gasping in
the aftermath. That could have been the end, but Elaine collapsed happily and
used one finger to offer a lifeline to the tiny girl inside her. A quick rinse
to ready Amy for further use, and Elaine rejoined the fun just in time…
Senna was on her back and sprawled in the middle of the bed,
her hips teetering at the foot of it, legs splayed in invitation as Elaine
draped herself atop her. Their lips locked in a slow, sloppy dance, tongues
tangling as Elaine’s slender frame melted into Senna’s curves, her hands
cupping Senna’s face while Senna’s fingers dug into Elaine’s hips. The air
hummed with their soft moans, the mattress creaking faintly beneath them. Val
stood at the foot of the bed, her athletic frame taut with anticipation as she
cinched the strap-on tight around her hips, the black silicone jutting out like
a promise. She smirked down at Amy, pinching the tiny girl between her fingers,
her inch-tall body slick and trembling from the night’s chaos. “This is where
you were always gonna end up, little cunt-snack,” Val purred, her voice low and
wicked with lust as she rolled a transparent condom over the tip, trapping Amy against
the head. The latex stretched taut, pinning Amy’s arms and legs, her tiny face
pressed outward, a helpless silhouette in the clear sheath with a clear view of
what was coming. Or who was coming…
Val grabbed a bottle of lube from her pile of X-rated
accessories, squirting a generous pool of it into her palm. Her grin widened as
she slicked it over the shaft and head, her hand gliding with deliberate
slowness. Amy’s world was slightly smeared with the cold, slippery gel but not
enough to obscure her vision. Amy’s tiny gasps were trapped in her cock-tip
prison with her as Val stepped forward, the strap-on gleaming under the dim
light. Senna and Elaine broke their kiss just long enough to glance down, Senna’s
eyes glinting with dark amusement, Elaine’s flush deepening with a mix of
nerves and hunger. Val positioned herself between their hips, the lubed tip
hovering, her free hand gripping Senna’s thigh as she lined up, ready to plunge
in and make the night explode for all of them – Amy included, whether she
wanted it or not.
At long last Val thrust into Senna’s quivering, dripping
snatch with a feral grin, the strap-on slamming home as her hips snapped
forward, relentless and rough, the bedframe rattling with each pounding stroke.
Sweat beaded on her brow, her tomboyish frame flexing as she gripped Senna’s
thighs, spreading them wider to drive deeper, the lube-slick shaft glistening
in the low light. Senna’s moans spilled into Elaine’s mouth, their lips locked
in a frantic, messy kiss, tongues clashing as Elaine rocked atop her, grinding
against Senna’s trembling body. Before long, Senna came again – hard, her body
shaking from exhaustion and pleasure both. Val felt it and briefly pulled back
only to angle toward Elaine next, taking the slender girl from behind,
doggy-style, with a growl. The strap-on plunging in without pause – her rhythm
brutal, insatiable, fueled by the night’s pent-up heat. She wanted this so
badly and had for a long time. Now that she had the chance, she was
absolutely going to fuck her friends till all three collapsed into sweat-soaked
sleep in the messy, wet blankets around them. The girls’ cries melded into a
symphony of lust, their hands clawing at each other, Val fucking them both into
a shuddering, moaning frenzy, her own breath ragged with exertion and triumph.
Amy’s
world was a violent, suffocating blur, trapped in the condom at the strap-on’s
tip, her tiny body jolted and pounded with every thrust. Val’s first slam into Senna
crushed Amy against slick, pulsing walls deep in Senna’s hips. The heat and
pressure were nearly unbearable as Senna’s orgasm ripped through her, a tidal
wave of crushing, convulsing flesh that smeared Amy’s prison with a deluge of
lube and love juices. The latex pinned Amy flat, her limbs splayed painfully in
all directions, utterly helpless as Val withdrew and plunged into Elaine next,
the shift slamming Amy into an even tighter, hotter vise. Elaine’s climax hit
fast after all this build-up, her walls clamping down, squeezing Amy’s
inch-tall form until her vision swam, the girls’ moans a deafening roar in her
ears. Each pounding stroke battered her, the condom stretching and sliding, her
gasps lost in the wet chaos of their pleasure. In all honesty… Amy might have
cum too, at some point, her tiny system overwhelmed by the sheer, violent lust
that had become her world. She wasn’t even sure herself, by the time she
blacked out near the end of the frenzied threesome that left all of the girls
passed out in the bed.
She
vaguely remembered the condom being peeled off the toy and dropped – with Amy
inside it – into the trash can beside the bed for safekeeping till morning,
then finally, blessedly, Amy fell unconscious from her exhaustion and the
battering of being used as a tickler on the tip of the titanic black toy.
The van hummed along the highway the next day, sunlight
streaming through the dusty windows as the girls lounged in a contented haze. Senna
slouched in the passenger seat, her corset long-since swapped for a baggy band
tee. She was munching on leftover chips while Val drove with one hand on the
wheel, the other tapping a lazy beat on her thigh. Elaine sprawled across the
back, her boots kicked off, sketching pentagrams in a notebook, her cheeks
still faintly pink but her smile gentle and easy. They chattered about Sleep
Token’s setlist, traded jabs about Val’s awful singing, and laughed over
nothing as friends do – closer than ever, their bond only amplified by the road
trip, the music, and a night they didn’t mention and didn’t need to. It was
like the frenzied, kinky chaos had melted into a dream, leaving only this warm,
goofy friendship in its wake.
Halfway home, Senna stretched,
her glasses slipping down her nose, and had a sudden thought. “Hey, where’s Amy,
anyway? My tiny fucktoy?” A beat of silence hung before Val smirked, glancing
at her in the rearview. “Oh, she’s up my ass,” she said, deadpan, then grinned
wider. “Saw Elaine do it last night and figured I’d give it a go. Gotta say,
she’s doing pretty well for going on four hours in there now!” Elaine choked on
a laugh, covering her blushing face as Senna with wicked glee. “Perfect. Little
toy’s getting the full tour, huh? Fuck it, keep her for the weekend – just wash
her up before you hand her back, yeah?” Elaine nodded, still giggling, and the
van erupted in laughter again, this time at the tiny girl’s expense. With Amy
stashed away and the girls glowing with relaxed, happy energy, the highway
stretched ahead, their story rolling to a close on a note of carefree, twisted
fun.
But not Amy’s!
For the last four hours, Amy’s world had been lost to a
suffocating, sweltering nightmare inside Val’s ass, her inch-tall body wedged
deep in the tight, pulsing confines of the gothy tomboy’s anus. The heat was relentless,
a sticky, oppressive shroud that coated her in sweat and musk, every subtle
shift of Val’s hips grinding Amy against the slick, unyielding walls. The van’s
rumble vibrated through her, a dull roar amplified by the flesh entombing her,
while muffled laughter from the girls drifted in like a cruel echo – distant,
uncaring. Part of a life she could no longer have, with friendships and
futures. Her limbs ached, pinned by the constricting pressure, her breaths
shallow gasps of stale, humid air that burned her lungs. Alone in this dark,
degrading prison, time blurred into an endless, awful eternity, her tiny form a
forgotten plaything stuck enduring the ride home in silent, wretched isolation.
And that’s before Val got -extra- kinky in the privacy of her own bedroom
later… but that’s another story for another time.