Plucking perfect submissives out of the universe was almost too convenient. Whether Rykard would get sick of it eventually was a question he could not answer at the moment. Fact was that he was not sick of it yet. Not even the slightest bit.

  Helenn, a nice name for a nice toy, was obediently quiet. The sheer adoration in her eyes was incredible. Rykard did not know what exactly spurred her to see him as the one to offer her autonomy to. Obviously he deserved it, but what made her sacrifice her guarded virginity so readily to him was still a question. Was it his sheer assertiveness or was her deity at py? Angels of all sizes often had strong adherence to some tenet.

  All of that was for tomorrow. For now, Rykard got off the bed and walked to a nearby nightstand. He quickly wove a spell, freeing his clothes and himself of the dirt and sweat of the journey. It was neither as satisfying, nor as entirely thorough as a true bath, but at least he would not feel like he reeked when he broke in his new cocksleeve.

  Clothes were swiftly discarded and left on the floor. An off-handed gesture made the articles fold themselves, while Rykard turned to Helenn, cock already dripping precum. He had pyed with her for too long not to feel immediate need - especially after he had spent the days prior to entering this Hexagon dumping his loads into Vyra and then Vyra and Miyo whenever he cared to.

  Helenn’s eyes were fixed on his manhood, especially once he got closer. Her constant soft glow meant that none of her curves were hidden by the nightly shadow. When he smacked his cock down on her stomach, its length nearly stretched from her bia to her underboobs. Again, it became all too apparent just how tiny she was.

  Tiny excited squeaks came from the shortstack, prompting Rykard to immediately put a hand on her mouth. Rapid breaths from her nose sent air blowing over the back of his hand. Wide eyed, the radiant-blonde woman stared up at her Master. “I want to hear your moans, not your every perverted little squeal,” Rykard chastised her.

  A lie - an absolute lie - an obvious lie - a lie that she must have identified as such and nodded anyway. Nothing sweeter than a masochist that offered excuses to be tortured. Rykard departed with a soft sp to her face. “Ah,” she moaned out, loudly this time. Her swollen cunt wiggled against the base of his shaft.

  “I should position you so I can get as deep inside as possible,” Rykard thought out loud, while drumming with his cock on her stretched, ft stomach. Her entire being curved to be in as much contact with the hot rod as possible. At the tip and where the outer lips rubbed against it his manhood drew gooey strands, courtesy of their individual love juices. “You are just a warm piece of meat with a womb, after all.”

  Objectification certainly was one of her primary kinks, shortly followed by, or about equal to, getting manhandled. Rykard swore he had never had the pleasure of dealing with a set of ass and tits this compact and happy to be degraded and moved about. She was practically the perfect shortstack, from being tiny even for someone of that bodytype, to having the entire list of kinks that made using her a domination-tingling wondernd.

  Rykard did not have the patience to do it all by hand, so he executed a few esoteric gestures that transted into the bindings of her feet loosening. The freedom sted for less than two seconds, then he had bent her legs until her knees were next to her head and her ankles to her wrists. The rope re-tied itself, fixing her arms to her legs.

  If she had been tits and ass in a short package before, now she was just a bundle of fuckable meat. Her bubble butt was raised up, presented in all her symmetrical roundness. Between those two mounds, her swollen cunt rose as a third elevation. Completely hairless, drenched, the pussy lips revealed thanks to the depth of her desire. Rykard gave the virgin hole first a soft tap, enjoying the little jiggle of the puffy sex, then spread her open. No hymen, but that was more likely because she had broken it with toys than her having lied about having no experience with men.

  Of her rolled up stomach, barely anything was visible. Some wrinkles, sure, but then the overabundance of her tits spilled all over the pce. Squished between her thick thighs, her breasts were entirely as impressive as Vyra’s, just in a package Rykard could carry with one hand.

  Above her confined tits was her face. Her gorgeous, adorable face, pink lips parted to offer her comfort hole, wild golden hair softly moving in a divine breeze. Aurum eyes beheld him with all the need of a slut and all the patience of an unused tool.

  Rykard smacked his cock down on her cunt again. The changed angle made it a direct impact on her eagerly awaiting bia and the sensitive button at the top. Helenn’s head flew back, as she shouted. The sound was prolonged by the casual back and forth grinding her Master subjected her to afterwards.

  His already respectably sized cock looked absolutely monstrous, gliding up and down her snatch. “You shortstacks really are made to be used as cumdumps,” Rykard commented leisurely, like he was commenting on the benefits of a particur kind of livestock. “You’re so tiny and yet you have such massive hips that there’s a properly wide hole between your plush thighs. Not to mention…”

  Rykard grabbed his cock, pulled back, and pressed the head into her hole. He pushed a bit too eagerly the first time. Too tight, he slipped off. Helenn let out a desperate little whimper, then screamed when he twisted her nipple as punishment for the half-baked sound of excitement.

  The second attempt was successful. Helenn’s already wide open mouth and eyes went to the absolute maximum, while he stretched out a hole tighter than anything he had ever been in before. Extremely dense folds cmped down on his manhood. “Ah… ah!” Choked, little, high-pitched moans escaped the little angel. Her eyes were glued to her cunt and the visible bulge the advancing cock created. Head to toe, she vibrated, the orgasmic strain written all over her face.

  Rykard added bliss to ecstasy, putting his thumb on top of her clit and circling rhythmically. About a third inside her, his cock hit the wall of her cervix. Helenn’s tongue lolled out, her eyes threatened to roll up, but even as her pussy juice began to squirt all over curved-up bubble butt, stomach and tits, the shortstack managed to keep her trembling eyes on the scene of her complete and utter surrender.

  “...you’re built for taking big dicks,” Rykard finished his sentence and kept on pressing inside her. Her cervix gave. What would have been a profoundly painful or impossible experience for most humanoids, the shortstacks of the worlds were blessed with a solution to. Helenn, like all shortstacks Rykard had ever ran into, had supremely flexible insides.

  The dense folds around his cock stretched, creating more surface area to envelop his manhood. The end of her tunnel was simply pushed deeper into her body, organs getting rearranged to make room. None of the process harmed or hurt her - quite the opposite really. The majority of a shortstack’s sensitive areas were located between the folded walls, and the deeper Rykard pushed, the more of them were exposed to the heat of his hard cock.

  Shortstacks were born size queens: the bigger the cock, the better they felt.

  Rykard smmed the rest of the way into her and Helenn’s lust exploded, soiling the bed and drenching the two of them in a geyser of clear fluids. Her stretched cunt twitched and cmped down all around him, internal muscles ‘remembering’ the shape of the manhood splitting her wide open. It would be a hindrance to stretch her out with every thrust, so her physiology did them both the favour of keeping her insides shaped as the perfect sleeve for the duration of the engagement. Only when she had time to rest, would her hole return to normal to await getting stretched into the proper shape of a sheathe again another day.

  Shortstacks really were born fucktoys.

  Rykard’s need to mark the insides of his new acquisition was all-encompassing. Completely, he buried her with his rge frame. Kisses were immediately pressed onto his chest, while he wrapped his arms around her bound limbs to have something to hold onto. Looking under himself, he only saw her golden head, until he drew his hips up.

  Just the act of pulling out made her toss her head back. He could see the girthy length of his shaft almost entirely removed from her. Her small, yet so profoundly round ass was underneath, wiggling instinctively to make him plunge back into her. Observing her face, Rykard did her a favour, pile-driving into her with a thrust that made the entire bed move.

  Helenn’s eyes, finally, rolled up, as he smmed to the hilt into her gushing hole.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Repetitive noises filled the room. “Master! Master! You’re wrecking my-” She stopped herself, to let out a prolonged scream, when he pulled her hair.

  “Do - not - speak - breeding toy!” he reprimanded her.

  His voice had to rise to a shout to overpower the ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of the constant, hard penetration. If there was a single bone in Helenn’s body that did not desire the rough treatment, it instantly lost to the sheer ecstasy of getting her brain melted by pleasure.

  Buried under him, her entire body was pressed into the mattress over and over again. In the short rebounds between thrusts, she bounced up from the excess force. The frame creaked, the shape of her curled back was imprinted into the stuffing, and then, with a loud ‘CRACK!’ the frame snapped under them.

  Rykard and Helenn plunged down about twenty centimetres, before the now V-shaped mattress came to a stop. Not caring whatsoever about the broken bed, Rykard kept plunging into her.

  It was doubtful Helenn even had the capacity to notice what had happened to her hardwood bed. Her face was proof that bliss could shatter minds and that cock drunk could reach a level of total inebriation. Eyes were rolled up, her tongue lolled and fpped about, saliva was staining her gorgeous features, and drops of sweat soaked into her hair. She was a mess. A gorgeous, usable mess that Rykard would fill with his baby batter.

  Finally, he felt his orgasm approach. The events of the day had strained his stamina to the utmost, perhaps that was why he couldn’t pound her long and hard enough for her screams to turn hoarse. The gushes stopped, only for a ck of fluid to keep enabling them. Helenn was entirely subsumed in the moment.

  Pleasure mounted swiftly, so close to the end. Each thrust was a tingle halfway up his spine. His entire existence concentrated in the way her drenched folds massaged and clung to his cock with every thrust - until there simply was no way to hold back.

  The tip of his cock kissed her cervix. Balls tightened. Seed gushed out of him and pumped directly through a small opening into her awaiting womb. One st time, Helenn found her voice, to scream louder than she had ever before. Each spurt of seed elevated the pitch, until her O-shaped mouth once again produced no sound whatsoever.

  Rykard pulled out halfway, then plunged into her again, coaxing one more tightening of his shaft out of his body. Then he let her folds do the rest of the milking with their spasms.

  Finally, when he had nothing left to give, he used the st of his energy to undo the bindings, help Helenn unfold, and then used her fat tits as his cushion.

  Shortstacks were just universally useful.