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It was no secret that Rihanna had a dominatrix side, and with men reduced to slavery, she went with the flow with ease. She liked picking the cheapest slaves, not because she was stingy, but because they used to be the disobedient ones. What was the fun of having a man under you if you didn’t break his spirit? She tortured them viciously, trampling them until they were almost fused to her sole, sewing them to her most worn out panties and leaving there for days; and if someone stepped out of line (like having the audacity to say her feet stank) she would use them as her toilet paper and flush them away to serve as an example for the others. But that wasn’t enough; even if all her servants worked perfectly and worshiped like a Goddess, she needed to remind them they were underneath her, so every week, at Monday’s night, Rihanna would pick one of her slaves for what she called a Barbadian Trial. Until now you had been lucky not being the chosen one, because all the guys that were selected for the last months never returned, and the only thing you heard were screams followed after some time by a splash. Clad in just her panties, she would take the unfortunate bug, that being you this time, and lay him at the end of the diving board of her swimming pool “The rules are simple little man. If you manage to escape from my ass, you are free” she had explained, before sitting on your feet. “I’m gonna move back a little after a couple of minutes, and you have to get out before my booty engulfs your entire body” she continued, not letting her fullweight settle in by holding herself up, with her cheeks already expanding on the board. “However, if I win, you are probably gonna be my next snack” she ended, letting her hands go. You screamed as your feet were grounded into paste, something that most women hated, but she loved it: it was like music to her ears. You pushed back with all your strength with some minor success, almost freeing one foot before you heard “You are better than the others boy. Let’s see if you can keep up” she said before lifting herself and dropping back down on your legs. You kept fighting for another couple of minutes barely making any progress before she jumped back again.

“There goes your waist. You better man up bug, or you know how this is gonna end” Rihanna said, lifting herself before dropping back on you, pinning you again under her immense weight. From your waist down, your body flattened offering almost no resistance to the giant boulder of an asscheek that was squashing the life out of you. Unfortunately, she sat on your arm as well, and you almost had no room to maneuver so you desperately pushed against her skin. Rihanna was surprised when she felt your body slipping underneath her, so she grasped the board from both sides and pulled herself down, effectively ending your chances. “I’m actually impressed boy. Usually, at this point they just beg me to be released, but you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that” she admitted, looking over her shoulder as you kept struggling. “Normally I would just kick you down into the water and chase you like a shark. It’s kinda funny” she said “but I can’t waste such a promising slave” she thought for a while before deciding herself “I remember Shakira told me she was using one of her slaves as her personal fart absorber, so you can consider yourself promoted boy” The last thing you remember was her ass lifting over you just to smash back on your face. Then, everything went black…

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It was no secret that Rihanna had a dominatrix side, and with men reduced to slavery, she went with the flow with ease. She liked picking the cheapest slaves, not because she was stingy, but because they used to be the disobedient ones. What was the fun of having a man under you if you didn’t break his spirit? She tortured them viciously, trampling them until they were almost fused to her sole, sewing them to her most worn out panties and leaving there for days; and if someone stepped out of line (like having the audacity to say her feet stank) she would use them as her toilet paper and flush them away to serve as an example for the others. But that wasn’t enough; even if all her servants worked perfectly and worshiped like a Goddess, she needed to remind them they were underneath her, so every week, at Monday’s night, Rihanna would pick one of her slaves for what she called a Barbadian Trial. Until now you had been lucky not being the chosen one, because all the guys that were selected for the last months never returned, and the only thing you heard were screams followed after some time by a splash. Clad in just her panties, she would take the unfortunate bug, that being you this time, and lay him at the end of the diving board of her swimming pool “The rules are simple little man. If you manage to escape from my ass, you are free” she had explained, before sitting on your feet. “I’m gonna move back a little after a couple of minutes, and you have to get out before my booty engulfs your entire body” she continued, not letting her fullweight settle in by holding herself up, with her cheeks already expanding on the board. “However, if I win, you are probably gonna be my next snack” she ended, letting her hands go. You screamed as your feet were grounded into paste, something that most women hated, but she loved it: it was like music to her ears. You pushed back with all your strength with some minor success, almost freeing one foot before you heard “You are better than the others boy. Let’s see if you can keep up” she said before lifting herself and dropping back down on your legs. You kept fighting for another couple of minutes barely making any progress before she jumped back again.

“There goes your waist. You better man up bug, or you know how this is gonna end” Rihanna said, lifting herself before dropping back on you, pinning you again under her immense weight. From your waist down, your body flattened offering almost no resistance to the giant boulder of an asscheek that was squashing the life out of you. Unfortunately, she sat on your arm as well, and you almost had no room to maneuver so you desperately pushed against her skin. Rihanna was surprised when she felt your body slipping underneath her, so she grasped the board from both sides and pulled herself down, effectively ending your chances. “I’m actually impressed boy. Usually, at this point they just beg me to be released, but you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that” she admitted, looking over her shoulder as you kept struggling. “Normally I would just kick you down into the water and chase you like a shark. It’s kinda funny” she said “but I can’t waste such a promising slave” she thought for a while before deciding herself “I remember Shakira told me she was using one of her slaves as her personal fart absorber, so you can consider yourself promoted boy” The last thing you remember was her ass lifting over you just to smash back on your face. Then, everything went black…