Try to kick Leta off of you
From Create Your Own Story
You're not going to take a faceful of cum without a struggle! Leta is straddling your chest, but your legs are more or less unrestrained. You kick up wildly, trying to get her off of you, and you land a couple of solid blows. She seems surprised and confused at first, but that quickly turns to white-hot rage.
"I'm trying to give you what you want, idiot. I'm a granter of wishes!" she hisses at you. "Fine, then. You don't want to cooperate? Well, I think it's time I stopped being so lenient on you."
Leta grabs you roughly, and before you can struggle again, you find yourself flipped over on your stomach, with Leta's knees on the backs of your legs and her upper body holding you down. There's no chance of you wriggling away from her now. She leans over your back until you can feel her huge breasts pushed up against you. "Most beings such as myself might not be as kind to you if you tried to attack them," she says into your ear, and you shiver involuntarily. Her cock is still growing and throbbing against your backside. It can't possibly get bigger, can it? "Consider yourself lucky, whore," she whispers. "I've actually been looking for someone like you."
She pulls up a bit and starts rubbing the length of her pole back and forth between your buttocks. You whimper and try to pull away, but she's just too strong. "I've been looking for somebody in denial. Someone who just won't admit who they are. Don't worry, little bitch, I'll show you what you are."
You manage to twist your head to look back over your shoulder, and you instantly wish you hadn't. Her impossible member has indeed grown. It looks to be almost 1 1/2 feet long now and thick as a forearm. Your heart rate spikes, and now you are genuinely afraid. "Please..." you begin.
"The next word had better be 'yes,' bitch," Leta smirks. "And did I tell you you could look at me?" She forces your head into the pillows. "Trust me, you'll want something to muffle you in a moment." She shifts back, still kneeling on the backs of your legs, and then you feel the weight of her cock head between your ass cheeks. You protest into the pillows. "As I was saying," she continues. "I'm about to show you that you are a bitch, and that you'll always want to be a bitch. And in fact..." she pushes forward, and you squeal as the pressure on your anus increases. "...you get the privilege of being my bitch, for the foreseeable future."
With that, she thrusts into your ass, and you wail as her titanic member forces you open. It should hurt far, far more than it does, but somehow it only burns at a manageable level. However, it still feels completely, horribly wrong to have such a gigantic object rammed up your poor backside. Leta begins sawing in and out of you, and you realize that she isn't even all the way buried yet. You moan helplessly into the bed as she laughs at your predicament. Soon enough, she is slapping up against you, the sound of your deep-dicking lewd and obscene in your ears. Leta lowers herself on top of you again, grinding into your body in short, sharp strokes. "How does it feel to know you'll never use that pathetic excuse of a dick again, hm?" she chuckles. "Now you know what a real cock is like." She pulls most of the way out, then rams home roughly to illustrate her point. This time it does hurt, and you scream into the pillow.
"That's what I want to hear," Leta growls. "You thought you were such a big boy, pretending you didn't beg for me to come here, that you could fight me off and stop the inevitable. That's not how this works, my subby slut. Now I'm going to show you who is in charge, and I promise you you won't forget it again." She pulls out to your entrance, and once again stuffs her entire 18 inches home into you. No matter how hard you try, you can't prevent another squeal from escaping you. Leta repeats the action over and over, deep dicking you mercilessly and brutally until your voice is hoarse and your tears dampen the pillowcase. The worst of it is, the longer she continues to wreck your ass, the less you struggle and the less you want to escape. With every thrust, your resistance seems to melt and your pleasure seems to rise. As Leta whispers threats and promises into your ear, her cock seems more and more at home inside you, and that feeling of wrongess fades despite yourself.
Leta seems to realize your change of heart, and she releases your wrists. "I think you're starting to understand now, aren't you?" she taunts. "Ready to see truth?" Without waiting for an answer, she turns you back over onto your back. The first thing you notice is that your dick is rock hard, and you flush in shame. Stuffed with an impossibly big monster cock, and your body just craves more. Then Leta pushes into you again, and something else captures your attention. The outline of her member clearly pushes up against your stomach, deforming your abdomen. It extends far, far past the length of your own erection and you stare in horror and fascination. Leta smirks arrogantly. "Now you get it, don't you? You aren't a man, you're a bitch. From now on, you only get hard when you are being used by me, and you will worship my cock whenever I see fit."
With that, Leta begins railing you again. It hurts like crazy, but now you know that that's how it's supposed to be. The pain emphasizes that you are being owned, forced into submission as is proper for sluts like you. You can't stop yourself from begging for more, and now that you are no longer muffled, you can hear your wanton requests freely. Leta laughs and pounds you all the harder, commanding you to cum for her cock. And you do, crying as your pathetic load splatters on your stomach and chest. She lifts up your lower body and fucks you from above, moaning loudly with pleasure before her climax begins. You feel the heft of her balls against you as she buries herself completely, and then the incredible pressure of her seed inside of you. Your vision swims, but you can see your stomach slowly inflating as Leta cums and cums inside your rectum. Excess splooge erupts from your ass, running down you in rivulets and puddling on the bed. You manage to stay conscious for a few minutes, and as you pass out Leta is still pumping rhythmically into you, breeding you with supernatural production.
