Jack lay on the poolside, trying to catch his breath. His shoulder hurt badly; the pain kept ebbing and flowing, washing over him in waves as he held it in place. He hoped Alex had been right, and it wasn’t broken; he didn’t care that a serious injury might give him grounds to prosecute Caitlin, he just wanted to be home, safe and out of harm’s way, and never go outside ever again…

Caitlin hauled herself out of the pool, her hulking physique spraying him with water as it caught the breeze, and towered over him at her full height, blocking out the sun. He couldn’t see her expression as she was silhouetted against the light, her form completely in shadow except the edges of her toned limbs and torso gleaming with moisture, accentuating her muscularity.

Stooping down, the girl picked him surprisingly carefully for one so large and brusque, scooping her hand under his ass whilst supporting him with the other, then carried him back inside the house. She laid him down on the hard, stone-like kitchen countertop relatively gingerly, and then opened the freezer door, stooping down to retrieve what turned out to be a large bag of ice cubes.

Without saying a word, she pulled Jack’s arm flat against the work surface with an oversized hand and pressed the freezing-cold bag against his shoulder, side and chest, causing him to wince and let out a smell yell. It was about the size of a large pillow, but full of, what were to him, quite substantial blocks of ice – he quickly felt the left side of his body going numb.

“Don’t be such a fucking wuss,” she said, noticing his teeth had started to chatter and he was shivering from the cold.

“It’ll reduce the swelling,” she added.

He nodded imperceptibly, confused as to why she was taking care of him when every previous experience would have led him to predict precisely the opposite treatment.

“Th-th-thank y-y-you…” he blurted out, trying very transparently to curry favour with the mountainous teenager, though he soon realised that was a mistake.

“Don’t get comfy, peewee,” she warned, bringing her big head down towards him.

Her expression was clearly one of annoyance, not concern. She was probably really pissed off that her Beta toy had been injured by Hannah’s carelessness, but if she could minimise the damage to him, then everything could continue as planned.

“C-c-c-caitlin…” he said in a small voice, her huge blue eyes turning to look at him curiously, almost amused that he would try and talk to her.

“W-w-why won’t y-y-you let m-me g-g-go…” asked the boy through chattering teeth, curling his legs and arm against his torso for warmth.

He had nothing to lose, this was as calm as he’d seen her, he figured it was better to risk her wrath now as he lay there injured than later on when she was more in the mood to torture him for his impudence.

The massive girl rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue into her cheek, looking away from him momentarily before making eye contact once more.

“Do we have to go through this again, are you retarded or something?” she said cruelly, suppressing a smirk.

“B-b-but…”

“But WHAT?” she shot down, small flecks of spit coming from her lips and landing on his pale skin.

“Deal with it, short stuff, you’re mine,” the commanding redhead continued, lowering her face down towards his, her nose almost touching his lips as those twin pools of blue scrutinised his every twitch, feeding off his fear, his misery, his frustration. He could see his own expression in her eyes; submissive, terrified and close to tears.

“My girls will have some fun with you again tonight, I’ll play with you tomorrow, then you get to go home and think about what a puny, insignificant runt you are,” she said conclusively, reaching up and brushing a lock of ginger hair from her eyes.

Then there was nothing, as the gigantic teenager stared at him in silence, satisfied that she had extinguished yet another pathetic attempt at debate by reminding him of her superiority.

But… stupidly… Jack felt the rage within him rise up.

The anxiety, the fear, was displaced by this kinda brave, very stupid, all-consuming desire to speak his mind.

“No!” he shouted, taking the enormous girl by complete surprise.

“You can’t d-do th-this t…” he stammered, his body shaking from both the adrenaline and the oversized bag of ice.

Caitlin’s huge hand smashed against the countertop barely 2 inches from his face, cutting him off mid-sentence and scaring the absolute shit out of him.

Her face betrayed her emotions; she flushed red as her own anger began to burn.

“And why not?” she said threateningly, removing the bag of ice from his arm almost automatically.

Jack swallowed, he was terrified, but he would try not to be intimidated by her.

“W-what have I d-done? Huh? I’m f-fucking m-miserable! I’ve been looked d-down on my whole l-life!” he screamed.

The leviathan glared down at him impassively, still incensed but perhaps now more curious to see where this was going to go. It turned her on a bit to see this plucky side of him, not that it would help him much…

“You little worm,” she went on, “You actually think you have the right to lecture me about fairness, when generations of women have been persecuted at the hands of men like you.”

Her titanic body seemed to grow larger, looming over him as she defended her position defiantly.

“I-I haven’t d-done anything,” the boy pleaded, tears beginning to stream down his face.

“I just want be n-normal, to b-be equal, even with s-someone like y-you,” the boy continued, beginning to say the first things that popped into his head as his sleep-deprived mind struggled to keep his inhibitions in check.

The giantess remained unmoved.

“W-why are y-you putting me through hell…? This is g-gonna scar me for l-life… I feel l-like I’m… n-nothing.”

“Good,” the heartless schoolgirl replied curtly, crossing her burly arms as she towered over him, her temper seemingly abating, as if the things Jack kept blurting out were pleasing to her in some weird way.

He lay there, trying to control his sobbing as the giant teen looked down disparagingly, he had expected the anger, but in a way this was worse. She seemed to be taking pity on him.

 “Listen Tiny Tim, you’re a fucking joke, a plaything, a pet,” Caitlin explained coldly, “That’s life, suck it up.”

“The most you can look forward to is a cuddle with a big girl who doesn’t find you completely repulsive, and even then you’ll be dropped as soon as the first Alpha guy shows up,” she went on, laying it on thick as Jack struggled to stem the flow of tears.

“You just need a bit of the fight knocked out of you, for your own good.”

He looked up at her in disbelief through bleary eyes, her words echoing ominously in his mind.

“You w-wouldn’t… you c-c-can’t…” he stammered, squirming around as he tried to curl up into a ball.

“Oh can’t I?” she exclaimed in mock surprise, shifting her weight with a slight shimmy of her hips and placing the ice bag on the counter. She firmly grasped his skinny arms in her hands and placed them across his tummy to make a little x, then laid her left palm on top of them, pressing his arms into his midriff so that he could not move them.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little escape stunt,” she warned darkly, a devilish smile on her lips.

“Caitlin, nooooo,” he whined, beginning to wriggle his legs in discomfort.

“I mean, it’s kind of cute, you know, wanting to be my favourite toy, but you needn’t be so coy about it…” she said playfully, plucking a stray ice cube from the bag on the worktop, and examining it between her long, pink nails.

With deliberate suspense, she slowly brought the chunk of ice towards Jack, hovering it in front of his face for a moment before sweeping it down towards his waist. The boy closed his eyes and then yelped as she pressed the freezing cold block against his scrotum nonchalantly, clenching his teeth and trying to buck his hips away from it. The girl used her long fingers to keep his thighs flat against the counter whilst grinding the ice cube against his fragile nutsack and shaft, causing him a great deal of misery.

He felt tears stream down his face once more as he was humiliated, unable to move a muscle as the biting sensation of melting ice stang in such an intimate area, and cold water dripped across his midriff. But then, as soon as he felt he could take no more the ice was removed, and he felt the intoxicating warmth of warm skin replace the dull numbness of the ice.

“Mmmm,” he heard Caitlin purr mischievously, confusingly, what the fuck was going on?

Jack opened his eyes in disbelief to see the redhead delicately examining his shrivelled penis between her enormous fingers, comfortably enclosing his meagre length in her giant palm and squeezing it softly.

This is crazy, he thought, she’s crazy.

The gargantuan girl manipulated his limbs so that she could lift his feeble body from the counter and carry him back to her room, sweeping the duvet from the bed and depositing him on the side of the mattress that was flanked by the poster-filled wall. The space he currently occupied had previously been covered with stuffed animals, but they had all been thrown on the floor.

With surprising grace for such a behemoth, Caitlin slid her scantily-clad body onto the bed next to Jack, cutting off all escape as he lay there motionlessly, all sorts of conflicted feelings welling up inside of him.

He daren’t look at her, but her physique was something to behold, the sculpted musculature of her arms and legs, her tremendous breasts nearly spilling out of her pink bikini top. He felt his eyes wandering, and he knew she knew it too.

The girl’s mammoth hand placed itself on his chest as she lay facing his puny body, her large fingers idly moving up and down on his skin as if a giant crab was walking across his torso.

“If you try and escape, Jack, I will tie you up again,” she stated matter-of-factly, her fingers padding their way down his body to his midriff.

“Not only that, but I guarantee you that you will experience a great deal of pain,” she continued, tracing her fingers around his groin nonchalantly, but not quite touching him, causing him to shake gently.

“But if you’re a good little manlet, and do as you’re told…” the girl went on, “I’m sure it’d be a lot better… for the both of us…”

Jack was shivering with both anticipation and fear. He didn’t trust her one bit, but what choice did he have? He was confused as to why she was attempting to bargain with him, when she could easily overpower him, but maybe this was some kind of mind game she was playing.

“I know you’ve never been with a girl, you midget runt,” she breathed viciously, manoeuvring her prodigious body nearer to him and positioning her head above and behind his own. He felt the sexual energy of the encounter beginning to escalate, he was so, so out of his depth it was alarming but he wasn’t stupid – he knew she was about to violate him.

Her hand grabbed him by the waist and reeled him in, sliding his body across the silky fabric towards her, positioning his body so that his back pressed against one hefty tit, his butt resting against her hard stomach.

“You couldn’t refuse even if you wanted to.”

His pulse started to race as he realised the danger he was in. Caitlin was going to do whatever she wanted to him.

The big redhead reached over and dragged the vast duvet cover over the both of them, almost completely obscuring him underneath it. She then returned her hand to his pint-sized body, but stopped short of restraining him, instead she brought her thighs up so that his little feet were resting on them, and then one huge arm curled around him from behind him, an imposing bicep that swelled in size as she crooked her arm to support her head in her hand.

 “So, how about it, tiny?” the titanic female asked rhetorically.

Jack was a complete passenger at this stage. He didn’t want to look at her, but he was shaking at the prospect of this teenage giantess toying with his diminutive body.

He felt her large, soft lips, brush against the top of his head, as she whispered seductively in his ear.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Her hand moved up to grip him around the jaw, slowly but forcefully twisting his head towards her flexed bicep. She pressed his puny face into the swollen muscle and let out of a small moan of pleasure as he wriggled awkwardly in her grasp.

He fought the urge to cry out or scream, as it would only make her more determined to hurt and humiliate him further.

After holding him there for a while, squishing his cheeks and lips between her powerful fingertips to ‘kiss’ her bicep, she released his head and reached down to grab his ankles. She dragged him further under the covers, parting her thighs and rotated both their bodies so that he was lying on his back looking up at her as she straddled him. He didn’t even try and fight her, instead choosing to lie there timidly as Caitlin’s mammoth tits filled his field of vision; a pair of giant orbs straining against her skimpy top, hanging overhead as an unmissable reminder of her sheer scale.

As soon as she released him, the brobdingnagian girl pressed her mighty bod down on top of him, grinding herself crudely against his upper thighs and midriff with her stomach and crotch, and let out another sensual groan. Her gigantic frame was so unyielding and muscular, it felt like carved granite; her rock hard abs crushing his dick back against his own belly as she ground onto him, like he was trapped under some monstrous flame-haired mountain.

Reflexively he tried to push her away, reaching up and shoving his hands ineffectually against the massive Alpha schoolgirl as she slowly but firmly writhed atop his hopelessly outmatched body. Without thinking, his hands found the elephantine circumference of her oversized tits as he panicked, his fingers sinking into the taut underside of her bikini top as she lowered her chest down on top of him also, plunging him into near darkness as they eclipsed the last glimmer of light from the duvet opening and thumped his head back against the mattress, his face smooshed in-between the undersides of her sizeable mounds with barely any room to breathe.

His thin arms snaked either side of her colossal ribcage in what would probably look to an outsider like a feeble attempt at a hug as Caitlin repeatedly mashed his child-like body against her mattress, crushing her tiny captive into submission in a very self-gratifying way. His penis kept finding its way into the girl’s oversize navel, and the powerful oscillations were beginning to give him a hard-on, despite his increasing discomfort.

It was becoming a very claustrophobic environment for Jack, as the precious air space left became heady with the scent of her arousal, and he felt his own sheen of sweat develop as the enormous female continued to pound her substantial Alpha curves into him.

He felt her mountainous body finally raise up, lifting her midriff away from his, and then her breasts too, allowing him some brief respite. This fleeting moment allowed for some light to seep in, and from his position he saw the herculean redhead curling her lengthy arms behind her back to unfasten her bikini top, freeing her prodigious assets, and then reach down and thumb her matching panties away, leaving her very much as naked as he.

The dim light picked out every muscle, every glorious detail of her magnificent body as she adjusted her position, like a coiled tiger waiting to spring on her prey. Jack lay there, frozen, too scared to move, too entranced by what was happening to really think of anything beyond the immediacy of the moment. He was aroused, understandably, but he was certain this towering woman would have no need for his miniscule length, the thought of what her colossal needs were left him feeling startlingly inadequate.

She pushed down on his waist with a huge hand so that he couldn’t crawl away, and shifted her herculean thighs either side of him, dwarfing him, imprisoning him. Too late, he realised what she was lining him up for.

Caitlin forced herself onto his face without hesitation, abruptly cutting off his sudden squeal of panic, burying him under a literal tonne of girlflesh and covering his mouth and lips with her hot, wet groove. For Jack it was a feeling he had only imagined in principle, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of being smothered by a teenage giantess. Her pussy was dripping wet, humid and oppressive - he simply could not breathe at all, writhing in agony as the big girl harnessed his suffering for exquisite pleasure. His little arms tried in vain to gain purchase on her skin, clawing at the inside of her muscular thighs, exciting the depraved leviathan more and more with every frantic moment.

The boy began to gag on her juices, Caitlin raised herself off him so that he could inhale a few ragged gasps of air before planting herself atop him once more. It was absolute torture for him. The pressure on his neck was brutal as she began to lose herself, intoxicated on the power she had over him, rocking back and forth, grinding herself onto his helpless face and emitting long, drawn out noises of satisfaction. Jack simply could not cope with this nightmare, it was only a matter of time before he passed out from the strain, he just prayed she wouldn’t snap his neck.

“Use your tongue, lover,” she cackled mercilessly, grabbing his head in one oversized hand and guiding him to her clit.

A powerful spasm of pleasure rippled through her as her moans became louder and more high-pitched, her breathing increasingly more ragged as her Beta slave fought to remain conscious. He was lost in a bewildering world of tastes and smells completely alien to every previous experience he had ever had. Again and again his face was thrust against Caitlin’s gigantic mons as the savage redhead had her way with him, his hair thick and slimy with her fluids and his body and soul utterly, completely broken.

The Alpha finally roared out in ecstasy, her enormous frame shaking with a thunderous orgasm as Jack’s limp body was released. He passed out to the sound of her deafening shrieks of pleasure.