"...Put you between my breasts."
"Wha-what do you mean?" you squeak, feeling a chill run down your spine. Cinda chuckles darkly, her breasts jiggling slightly as she does so.
She swiftly snatches your body from her panties and roughly places you on top of her bra-held cleavage. Cinda looks down at you, her imposing emerald eyes narrowing as she grins cruelly. "Now, you're mine to play with. Just like a little toy," she purred, her voice dripping with malevolence.
You see her furry finger lower on top of you, and you are shoved into her ample breasts. "Please ," you gasp, feeling helpless and violated. Her breasts are warm and soft, and you struggle to move, but she holds you down, her finger digging into your skin. "You're mine now," she growls, pressing you deep into her cleavage.
Cinda puts on her sports top, removing the little light you already had, leaving you in a soft, sweaty darkness. You can feel her breasts moving around you as she takes deep breaths. "Now," she says, a sadistic tone in her voice, "let's see how long you can survive." And with that, she grabs her gym bag and exits the locker room.
You are helpless as she carries you through the gym, feeling her warmth and breath on your tiny body. She heads straight for the treadmills, dropping her bag beside one and climbing onto it. She starts it up with a loud whir, the belt beginning to move beneath her feet. You feel the vibrations through her chest, making your tiny body tremble.
Cinda begins to jog, her breath coming in short gasps as she increases the speed. Her breasts bounce up and down with each stride, trapping you in their warm, sweaty prison. You struggle against her, desperate to escape, but her grip is like iron. "Oh, you don't like it here?" she taunts, her voice muffled by the pounding of the treadmill. "Too bad, little toy. This is where you belong now."
You are relentlessly pounded between her two breasts, which bob up and down, side to side with each step Cinda makes. You feel dizzy and nauseous from the movement and lack of air. Your tiny body is soaked in sweat, your lungs burning for oxygen. You try to scream, to beg for mercy, but all that comes out is a tiny, choked whimper.
As she continues to jog, the treadmill begins to slow down. Finally, she comes to a stop and collapses forward onto the control panel, gasping for breath. Her breasts heave as she catches her breath, and you're grateful for the brief respite. But then she leans back, propping herself up on one elbow, and looks down at you.
"I guess it's time for some more exercises," she purrs, reaching for a pair of dumbbells. Her movements are graceful and fluid, showing how she's been training her entire life. She begins with some light curls, her biceps flexing as she lifts the weights. The motions of her body tightens your own, making it even harder to breathe.
Next, she moves on to overhead presses, and you feel your heart race as you realize what this means. With each upward thrust of her arms, your tiny body is pressed harder against her sweaty, bouncing cleavage. You squirm and twist, trying to find some relief, but her grip is like steel.
Meanwhile, from your perspective, she's been working out for what feels like hours. Cinda's fur is coated with sweat and is smothered across your whole body, and all your screams for help come out as muffled whimpers.
As she continues her workout, the sweat trickles down her chest, making her fur slippery against your skin. You feel every movement of her muscles through her body, every flex and stretch sending shockwaves through your tiny frame. Her breathing becomes labored once more, and she sets the weights down, leaning forward to catch her breath.
"You know, I've been thinking..." she pants, her emerald eyes glinting malevolently. "You're such a tiny, pathetic thing... and yet, you've managed to survive this long. That's... impressive. So, maybe I could use you for something." Her free hand trails up her stomach, cupping one of her large breasts, the other digging into her side. "What do you think? Would you like permanently be my little pet? My plaything? You'll have a nice reward... If you behave."
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