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When 99% of the males in the country were shrunken the prices for tiny slaves dramatically dropped as a consequence, which benefited almost all women that could now afford themselves a shrunken servant. Some celebrities, however, while happy that everyone could get their own tiny slave, were a little irritated that they paid a small fortune just to have them become so cheap overnight. One of them, Beyoncé, was quite displeased when the news dropped, knowing full well that it was her own fault that she wasn’t patient enough just to wait, so she vented her anger with the only thing she could pummel without consequences; you. Standing on top of the heel of her sneakers, your frantic kisses weren’t enough to satisfy your goddess, who after months and months of mistreatment didn’t give you a single moment to rest, her giant palm descending on you after just 5 minutes. Her painful grip on you was a clear sign that, once more, you were not up for her unfair and disproportionate standards.

“You call that kissing? A fucking 50k dollars slave that can barely give my ass some pecks, you’re so goddam pathetic” her hand aligned with her giant and sweaty asscheek “I want you to give me the worship I deserve, so kiss with PASSION” and with that, she brutally slammed you against her firm ass, bruising every single bone in your body as the sweaty surface barely budged. Her palm pressed into your head, further smashing your head into her skin as she felt your lips start to work “That’s a little bit better” she said, releasing a bit of the pressure but still firmly holding you against her giant glute “That’s right bitch, make out with my ass like it’s the love of your life, because it fucking is. Do you realize how lucky you are? If you were one of those 10-20 bucks slaves I’d have turned you into my shit months ago. But no, I paid good money for you, and you are gonna the be the perfect slave even if I have to punish you for the rest of your life. LICK” her command boomed above you, as you started dragging your tongue across the ample cheek, the horrible taste of her sweat being something you were quite familiar with “I mean, people would PAY just to be close to this ASS. I bet some weirdos would give me their entire savings just to sniff one of my farts” she commented, once more pushing you into her cheek and mashing your face against her flesh “In fact, you are not lucky, you won the fucking lottery with me. Scarlett Johansson eats little idiots like you for breakfast, do you know how much people she devoured already? And don’t get me started on Amber Heard. Since she shrunk that lawyer she hated so much I think she hasn’t wasted a single sheet of toilet paper, if you get what I mean. So yeah, show some gratitude bitch. Tongue out” she grabbed you into a fist, and forcefully smashed your face against her cheek, dragging you across both her glutes while she kept remarking stuff like how lucky you were to not end like ‘that shrunken idiot that is practically fused to Gwyneth Paltrow feet’.

“My asscrack is sweaty, guess what you have to do now” she said, pulling the thong that was being literally swallowed by her ass back and setting you on top of it. You tried imploring for a mere 5-minute break, just to be silenced by her letting go the elastic go, which in turn rapidly returned to its original position, most of it disappearing between her colossal asscheeks. You were launched right into her hungry asscrack, the thong pinning you firmly after the initial crash and sealing you inside your sweaty prison “Why do I have to even tell you what to do? Seeing how coated my cheeks are you should know my crack is gonna be 10 times worse and immediately go ‘May I clean your precious asscrack my Goddess?’ like a proper slave would” she kept going while you furiously licked the gallons of sweat that flowed between her glutes, both to please her and to not drown. As she sat back, the thong stretched even more, wedging you with even more strength that before. With your arms painfully bended behind your back you had no way of pushing your body away; you were completely and utterly pinned with no defense against the unlimited volume of perspiration that kept drenching you. And of course, that wasn’t all, because you heard her stomach rumble like it had a monster inside waiting to be released. You knew what you had to do, but your pinned arms made moving an impossible task for you, let alone push the thong that was strained to its limit. And of course, she didn’t care “For fucks sake, can you be any more useless? Do I have to do everything?” her finger came down on you with lightning fast speed, pushing you down with anger, sinking you even deeper between the giant mounds of flesh and sweat.

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The inhuman smell of decomposed food struck you rightin the face, as you had no means of shielding yourself since your arms were even more restrained now. Retching in response to the putrid stench, Beyoncé wasted no time in retaliating, her unfair anger getting just worse “Don’t you dare coughing again” she said, clenching her butt.

SLAM

Her massive buns effortlessly crushed you to a pulp, your body crying in pain as she unclenched and clenched her rump, crushing you again and again while she kept letting loose some of the most horrendous farts you ever smelled to this date, which was saying something.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

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You inhaled and inhaled, using all your willpower to hold back your urges of vomiting as you had to keep licking her crack, because the stinky onslaught didn’t stop her pores from pumping out more and more sweat. All your efforts meant nothing to her, because her hubris didn’t let her see you as the innocent man robbed of his freedom by her impatience that you were, she just saw an ungrateful bastard that couldn’t realize how fortunate he was to touch her ass, let alone be swallowed by it. Blast after blast, the rotten smell corroded your insides as she kept smashing you “50k for a stress reliever toy. You sad excuse for a slave” SLAM “Useless” SLAM “Pathetic” SLAM “Worthless”

And worse of all, that money meant nothing to her, it was small change, something she could carry on her purse for her everyday shopping. But her ego didn’t allow her to admit her mistake. You were the one that was mistaken. Crushing you, stomping you, farting on you, drowning you in sweat, whatever it took to achieve her goal, but she was gonna break you into the perfect servant. Because maybe you were not worth being fifty thousand dollars, in her eyes your life was worth less than five cents. But she was worth it, she DESERVED such an expensive slave, and she was willing to shatter every single bone in your body, to destroy your lungs with the most disgusting miasma of stench, to fill your stomach with all the filth her body could produce, to basically turn your life into a worse version of hell just to crack your mind and rewire you into the perfect slave. And you were going to go with it with no complains, whether you liked or not.

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Continuation of: Slave training

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When 99% of the males in the country were shrunken the prices for tiny slaves dramatically dropped as a consequence, which benefited almost all women that could now afford themselves a shrunken servant. Some celebrities, however, while happy that everyone could get their own tiny slave, were a little irritated that they paid a small fortune just to have them become so cheap overnight. One of them, Beyoncé, was quite displeased when the news dropped, knowing full well that it was her own fault that she wasn’t patient enough just to wait, so she vented her anger with the only thing she could pummel without consequences; you. Standing on top of the heel of her sneakers, your frantic kisses weren’t enough to satisfy your goddess, who after months and months of mistreatment didn’t give you a single moment to rest, her giant palm descending on you after just 5 minutes. Her painful grip on you was a clear sign that, once more, you were not up for her unfair and disproportionate standards.

“You call that kissing? A fucking 50k dollars slave that can barely give my ass some pecks, you’re so goddam pathetic” her hand aligned with her giant and sweaty asscheek “I want you to give me the worship I deserve, so kiss with PASSION” and with that, she brutally slammed you against her firm ass, bruising every single bone in your body as the sweaty surface barely budged. Her palm pressed into your head, further smashing your head into her skin as she felt your lips start to work “That’s a little bit better” she said, releasing a bit of the pressure but still firmly holding you against her giant glute “That’s right bitch, make out with my ass like it’s the love of your life, because it fucking is. Do you realize how lucky you are? If you were one of those 10-20 bucks slaves I’d have turned you into my shit months ago. But no, I paid good money for you, and you are gonna the be the perfect slave even if I have to punish you for the rest of your life. LICK” her command boomed above you, as you started dragging your tongue across the ample cheek, the horrible taste of her sweat being something you were quite familiar with “I mean, people would PAY just to be close to this ASS. I bet some weirdos would give me their entire savings just to sniff one of my farts” she commented, once more pushing you into her cheek and mashing your face against her flesh “In fact, you are not lucky, you won the fucking lottery with me. Scarlett Johansson eats little idiots like you for breakfast, do you know how much people she devoured already? And don’t get me started on Amber Heard. Since she shrunk that lawyer she hated so much I think she hasn’t wasted a single sheet of toilet paper, if you get what I mean. So yeah, show some gratitude bitch. Tongue out” she grabbed you into a fist, and forcefully smashed your face against her cheek, dragging you across both her glutes while she kept remarking stuff like how lucky you were to not end like ‘that shrunken idiot that is practically fused to Gwyneth Paltrow feet’.

“My asscrack is sweaty, guess what you have to do now” she said, pulling the thong that was being literally swallowed by her ass back and setting you on top of it. You tried imploring for a mere 5-minute break, just to be silenced by her letting go the elastic go, which in turn rapidly returned to its original position, most of it disappearing between her colossal asscheeks. You were launched right into her hungry asscrack, the thong pinning you firmly after the initial crash and sealing you inside your sweaty prison “Why do I have to even tell you what to do? Seeing how coated my cheeks are you should know my crack is gonna be 10 times worse and immediately go ‘May I clean your precious asscrack my Goddess?’ like a proper slave would” she kept going while you furiously licked the gallons of sweat that flowed between her glutes, both to please her and to not drown. As she sat back, the thong stretched even more, wedging you with even more strength that before. With your arms painfully bended behind your back you had no way of pushing your body away; you were completely and utterly pinned with no defense against the unlimited volume of perspiration that kept drenching you. And of course, that wasn’t all, because you heard her stomach rumble like it had a monster inside waiting to be released. You knew what you had to do, but your pinned arms made moving an impossible task for you, let alone push the thong that was strained to its limit. And of course, she didn’t care “For fucks sake, can you be any more useless? Do I have to do everything?” her finger came down on you with lightning fast speed, pushing you down with anger, sinking you even deeper between the giant mounds of flesh and sweat.

PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

The inhuman smell of decomposed food struck you rightin the face, as you had no means of shielding yourself since your arms were even more restrained now. Retching in response to the putrid stench, Beyoncé wasted no time in retaliating, her unfair anger getting just worse “Don’t you dare coughing again” she said, clenching her butt.

SLAM

Her massive buns effortlessly crushed you to a pulp, your body crying in pain as she unclenched and clenched her rump, crushing you again and again while she kept letting loose some of the most horrendous farts you ever smelled to this date, which was saying something.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

BRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

You inhaled and inhaled, using all your willpower to hold back your urges of vomiting as you had to keep licking her crack, because the stinky onslaught didn’t stop her pores from pumping out more and more sweat. All your efforts meant nothing to her, because her hubris didn’t let her see you as the innocent man robbed of his freedom by her impatience that you were, she just saw an ungrateful bastard that couldn’t realize how fortunate he was to touch her ass, let alone be swallowed by it. Blast after blast, the rotten smell corroded your insides as she kept smashing you “50k for a stress reliever toy. You sad excuse for a slave” SLAM “Useless” SLAM “Pathetic” SLAM “Worthless”

And worse of all, that money meant nothing to her, it was small change, something she could carry on her purse for her everyday shopping. But her ego didn’t allow her to admit her mistake. You were the one that was mistaken. Crushing you, stomping you, farting on you, drowning you in sweat, whatever it took to achieve her goal, but she was gonna break you into the perfect servant. Because maybe you were not worth being fifty thousand dollars, in her eyes your life was worth less than five cents. But she was worth it, she DESERVED such an expensive slave, and she was willing to shatter every single bone in your body, to destroy your lungs with the most disgusting miasma of stench, to fill your stomach with all the filth her body could produce, to basically turn your life into a worse version of hell just to crack your mind and rewire you into the perfect slave. And you were going to go with it with no complains, whether you liked or not.