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What now? I’m not bouncing and I’m not farting? Why are you whining now?” Rihanna asked, displeased. She leaned to a side and sighted, looking at you. She just wanted to watch her show in peace and, to her, crying because half of your body was being crushed under her was being a weak ungrateful slave; to you, it was a natural reaction after having what seemed a 30-ton sweaty ass flatten you. You could barely speak, having your chest crushed, and your whimpers only seemed to annoy her more “You are so weak. You call yourself a butt slave? Why do I have to sit here and hear you cry? You should be massaging my ass and thanking your Goddess for blessing you with her presence. So when… stop sniveling already” she ordered, starting to get really pissed at your complaints. Grinding left and right to punish you, everything below your armpits was being grounded into paste, but she expected you to be quiet about it. You gritted your teeth and tried to suppress your urges to scream, which prompted her to keep going “And my ass is sweaty. Why aren’t you licking that off like your supposed to? It can’t be that hard, just stick your tongue out and do something useful for once” she said, and she was telling no lies. The pain of having her colossal backside squashing you into the seat didn’t distract you off the fact that her behind was sweating gallons under her dress, and pouring into you, but it was enough to literally make it really painful to just breathe, let alone swallow anything. Putting her hands on her hips, she kept berating you “A fat fuck like you would never get anywhere close to a woman like me; you are actually lucky. You were nothing before, and you are nothing now. You are the same loser you’ve always been, just smaller” she drove her point by grinding again, this time slower, the mere act of sitting down bringing unbearable pain to you. “You are a nobody; you are so below you being my slave is the only way I’d notice you, in fact, the only reasARE YOU SERIOUSLY CRYING AGAIN?”. She was clearly angry now, but you couldn’t help it, it was involuntary, it hurt so much so couldn’t stop yourself from moaning in pain; and it was going to hurt even more. Grabbing the sides of the armchair, she lifted herself and dropped back down. “This” BAM “is” BAM “what” BAM “you” BAM “fucking” BAM “deserve” BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM she smashed you ruthlessly, not caring about what you had to say, your whole body being crushed as you slid into the center of the seat. “This is my fault for being so nice, but don’t worry bitch, I never make the same mistakes twice”

Lifting her ass, her hand flicked you, turning your body around so your legs were now pointing to the front… and your face was exactly in the middle of the seat. With her massive mounds looming about you, you tried begging, but she didn’t let you finish, she just dropped back down. A mountain of ass crashed down on top of you, effectively silencing you as she smashed you flat “You wanna cry? I’ll give you a real reason to cry. By the time I’m done with you the only thing you are going to say is ‘Yes Goddess’, you useless moron” she insulted you while she looked at your feet protruding from under her while she felt your voice vibrating against her flesh. Your anxiety got the worst of you and you started wiggling and screaming like crazy, panic taking over your mind. She didn’t care, why would she? She just readjusted herself, her hands on her hips as her toned glutes bore down on you, pushing into the seat and compressing every single bone in your body, getting you flatter and flatter while she insulted you. ‘Pathetic’ ‘Useless’ ‘Weakling’ were some of the nicest thing she called you while you gasped for air. You were already sunk into the cushion, but her ass kept going, like it wanted the space you were occupying right now and it would not settle for less. Her flesh encased you as the cushion would not go lower, the sweat and the heat trapped with you. Black dots filled your vision and your voice slowly faded out as you lost your conscience. Feeling you go limp, Rihanna rolled her eyes. She knew you couldn’t die under there, so she just resumed watching her show. She would had plenty of time when it finished, and she had something clear: you were not gonna escape your punishment so easily.

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Continuation of: Barbadian Trial

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What now? I’m not bouncing and I’m not farting? Why are you whining now?” Rihanna asked, displeased. She leaned to a side and sighted, looking at you. She just wanted to watch her show in peace and, to her, crying because half of your body was being crushed under her was being a weak ungrateful slave; to you, it was a natural reaction after having what seemed a 30-ton sweaty ass flatten you. You could barely speak, having your chest crushed, and your whimpers only seemed to annoy her more “You are so weak. You call yourself a butt slave? Why do I have to sit here and hear you cry? You should be massaging my ass and thanking your Goddess for blessing you with her presence. So when… stop sniveling already” she ordered, starting to get really pissed at your complaints. Grinding left and right to punish you, everything below your armpits was being grounded into paste, but she expected you to be quiet about it. You gritted your teeth and tried to suppress your urges to scream, which prompted her to keep going “And my ass is sweaty. Why aren’t you licking that off like your supposed to? It can’t be that hard, just stick your tongue out and do something useful for once” she said, and she was telling no lies. The pain of having her colossal backside squashing you into the seat didn’t distract you off the fact that her behind was sweating gallons under her dress, and pouring into you, but it was enough to literally make it really painful to just breathe, let alone swallow anything. Putting her hands on her hips, she kept berating you “A fat fuck like you would never get anywhere close to a woman like me; you are actually lucky. You were nothing before, and you are nothing now. You are the same loser you’ve always been, just smaller” she drove her point by grinding again, this time slower, the mere act of sitting down bringing unbearable pain to you. “You are a nobody; you are so below you being my slave is the only way I’d notice you, in fact, the only reasARE YOU SERIOUSLY CRYING AGAIN?”. She was clearly angry now, but you couldn’t help it, it was involuntary, it hurt so much so couldn’t stop yourself from moaning in pain; and it was going to hurt even more. Grabbing the sides of the armchair, she lifted herself and dropped back down. “This” BAM “is” BAM “what” BAM “you” BAM “fucking” BAM “deserve” BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM she smashed you ruthlessly, not caring about what you had to say, your whole body being crushed as you slid into the center of the seat. “This is my fault for being so nice, but don’t worry bitch, I never make the same mistakes twice”

Lifting her ass, her hand flicked you, turning your body around so your legs were now pointing to the front… and your face was exactly in the middle of the seat. With her massive mounds looming about you, you tried begging, but she didn’t let you finish, she just dropped back down. A mountain of ass crashed down on top of you, effectively silencing you as she smashed you flat “You wanna cry? I’ll give you a real reason to cry. By the time I’m done with you the only thing you are going to say is ‘Yes Goddess’, you useless moron” she insulted you while she looked at your feet protruding from under her while she felt your voice vibrating against her flesh. Your anxiety got the worst of you and you started wiggling and screaming like crazy, panic taking over your mind. She didn’t care, why would she? She just readjusted herself, her hands on her hips as her toned glutes bore down on you, pushing into the seat and compressing every single bone in your body, getting you flatter and flatter while she insulted you. ‘Pathetic’ ‘Useless’ ‘Weakling’ were some of the nicest thing she called you while you gasped for air. You were already sunk into the cushion, but her ass kept going, like it wanted the space you were occupying right now and it would not settle for less. Her flesh encased you as the cushion would not go lower, the sweat and the heat trapped with you. Black dots filled your vision and your voice slowly faded out as you lost your conscience. Feeling you go limp, Rihanna rolled her eyes. She knew you couldn’t die under there, so she just resumed watching her show. She would had plenty of time when it finished, and she had something clear: you were not gonna escape your punishment so easily.