Her Coercive Tone, 07: The View Down Here

Two perfect, creamy spheres hovered over Marco. Each one was more than enough to crush him, and each one was nothing more than the buttock of a woman.

Marco laughed inwardly: this would be the point when a narrator would comment “and not just any woman,” but no. Dorris was absolutely any old woman, any random and unexceptional woman in the center of a sample population. Nothing noteworthy about her at all, except her supernatural capacity to evade remarkability.

Inwardly, he laughed, because he couldn’t move his body. He was curled up in a curve to perfectly fit the pelvic section deep in her ass, deep between her butt cheeks, perfectly molded to lay flush against her anus because of some magic spell she had or something. That was the only unusual thing about her, he had to admit, that she could shrink a guy down and take away his ability to move. Marco strained, trying to twitch a finger or even straighten his spine, but Dorris commanded this power over him and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.