The following is an unedited excerpt taken from a single roleplay session, and made up only one portion of the scene. I played several characters in the scene, but for this session I played Jessica Nigri, aged up a little and given a significan upgrade to her chest (via natural means). 

This scene is one of my favourites... Ever. 

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Alpha Daddydick could hear screaming every once in awhile from inside of the courthouse. How painful must something be to get a man to burst out so loudly? Men, in the first place, were not particularly good at anything. In comparions to shemales, they weren't strong. They weren't tough. They weren't hung. To yell so loudly, it must've been truly dreadful. Considering the fact that men rarely showed their faces in public, it had either came from the prison or courthouse, and from the sound of it there was only one logical explanation. Not the type of place anyone would want to be, surely. Anyone that wasn't a towering shegoddess, anyway. The things that went on in there were queasy to most, but to some, it was more like foreplay to watch such lesser creatures get abused. Amber was certainly the type but right now she had her mind focused. The scream was entirely forgotten just a mere moments later.

Her eyes, however, wandered over something that was far less forgetable. They scanned down the busty blonde, creeping past her figure starting from the head and aiming downward. First the hair, perfect for certain activities that would surely have several of those strands being ripped out. Blonde, yet the perfect tint to still be stained if jizz were to plaster across it. Neck, easy to wrap around and squeeze the life out of if the woman ever spoke out of turn or even so much as looked at Amber the wrong way. Then the redhead got her eyes on the good parts of the fuckmeat. Two massive mammaries that were practically made to have a dick between. The type of tits that were far bigger than her head, and would look wonderful being bounced all around like a ragdoll. Then she noticed the outfit. The outfit itself screamed 'Cumdumpster' to Amber, to a point that she wasn't able to ignore it. While Amber dropped her eyes quickly past the rest of the woman, taking her time to scan across her skirt and heels, she knew what she wanted already. The skirt was absolutely perfect for what she had in mind, too.

"You.." Amber started, taking another few steps forward until the woman was within the reach of an arm. "Up." Amber continued, while finally reaching out that arm. The shemale stood much taller than the woman, easily by two feet if it weren't for the heels. One hand dropped, sliding past those blonde tresses and along her body. Amber's massive hands slid against those busty melons, sliding down to the blouse and gripping at one of the fuckjugs without a single shred of hesitation. This dickgirl knew what she wanted. She knew what she was going to take. There was nothing to stop her, and even if there was, she'd do it anyway. First, that hand clenched down tightly onto the heaping titflesh in front of her. It forced one of those buttons to pop off and onto the floor. That button was likely to be the only thing telling anyone that this woman even existed -- not that anyone would care. The other hand, however, held a much more important role.

Amber latched onto Jessica's arm, gripping tightly by her bicep and yanking her up. She tugged, forcefully so, until the woman was forced from her chair and to a standing position. Then, now that the woman was being held up by her arm to the point that her heels would hardly be reaching the floor, Amber spun her around. She wanted to see the full 'prize' that she'd be claiming, and she was not disappointed. She knew what she wanted next. The hand at the woman's breast let go, sliding down until it got to her skirt, and instantly started to peel the fabric up by just enough to fully expose that ass into the room, and then left there. The fabric was left just enough up her body that the entirety of her ass was in view, rather than just portions of those cheeks.

When Amber finally phased out enough to hear the sound of that thumping, she couldn't help but grin. What a perfect example. "You.." Amber said, her grin widening across her visage. "You're next." That was all it took. With that, the hand at her skirt moved to her own clothing, tugging away at the zipper so that it could be dropped to her ankles in record time. The boyshorts hidden underneath came with them, and outsprung something the likes of which that woman had probably never seen before, considering she was still alive. That soon-to-be fifty inch mammothdick slung out, slapping first against Jessica's stomach thanks to the distance between the two of them, and then hung down toward the floor. It dripped pre from the tip, slowing growing in stature as she stared down at the woman. The smell, too, oh god. The fucking smell. It was delicious.

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Jessica's brain failed to do anything. A more sensible woman might have shot bolt upright and fled the scene. Jessica lacked that forethought, she'd been far too interested in hearing what was going on in the closet and her mind was very much not prepared for what was about to happen to her. The very moment this towering redhead's beautiful gaze locked into eye contact with her blue eyes, the blonde female became completely and utterly powerless. The deer in the headlights who still had yet to move a muscle.

As her blue eyes grew wider, this mysterious but very big figure closed the gap between them and was leering down expectantly at Jessica. Need to react. Need to do something. Need to defend herself. Adrenaline pumped through her body, her brain scrambling to react appropriately. No one was going to come running to her aid if she screamed, "Help, I'm being raped." If anyone did come, they'd probably just pull out a phone with one hand and their cock with another and jeer Jess' attacker on.

Soft as a whisper and so quiet it would be very easy for one to pretend her words went unsaid, she gave a pathetic attempt at a protest. "Um, I'm sorry, excuse m--" Of course she was cut off. As a huge hand reached for her and encircled her arm like it was a tiny, frail twig, her brain told her the smartest thing to do was shut her fucking mouth for once in her goddamn life. Her eyes had been progressively growing wider and wider throughout these last few seconds. Her sweet face that made her look even younger than her late-twenties age was an image of shock, but not horror. Her mind filled with dread as she followed the movement of the other's hand down to that crotch. She didn't know where to look (that dick), where to go (even if she could've left), or what to say (survival instincts urged her to keep quiet). A thought ran through her head over and over, "This cannot be happening." It was. Right before her eyes proudly protruded a veiny monster of a cock the likes of which she had never before seen or even imagined in her wildest and most depraved fantasies. It was unlike anything else and beyond compare in any measure.

"Close your eyes," she mumbled inwardly but accidentally aloud. "This isn't happening." That time she said it aloud. Her mind was so full of dread that she couldn't keep it inside. At that exact moment the dread turned into fear. It was highly illegal and not to mention a social faux pas of the highest order for a woman to speak back to a shemale. What she had done was indubitably considered talking back. Her head hung limp, face dead down forward. She couldn't see her high heels because her eyes had welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she babbled repeatedly. Doomed. She was doomed. If before she'd had a chance of escaping this, that door had shut and been deadlocked the moment she talked back.

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Alpha Daddydick felt it. All things came to an expected end, or beginning in this case, when one was as great as Amber was. A prime example of shemale dominance, truly, especially at moments like this. In less than five minutes, she'd gone from seeing a harlot in the courthouse, to groping her fuckudders like her personal playtoys, to getting the bitch in prime position for her favorite activity. Did it matter if the woman wanted it? No. Of course not. Who fucking cares about what she wanted? Did it matter that the locale was public? Yes. Yes it did. In certain situations, even shemales were arrested by other shemales for events such as this. There were only a few places that were off-limits enough to cause punishment, but luckily for Jessica, this was not one of them. If it had been, Jessica would've been blamed.

There was one major advantage for shemales that this new society had entailed. They were able to get away with practically anything, including murder, as long as someone was around to take the blame for it. Shemales were superior in practically every way, so why would anyone believe otherwise if a superior being said it was the fault of someone else? This simple fact had caused all sexual crimes to go ignored. Rape was hardly a thing these days. Women couldn't be raped if they didn't have a choice in the matter from the very beginning. Men.. well, asking if a man could be raped would be similar to asking if dirty could be raped. If anything, that would be insulting to the dirt. They were just that low. With all of these facts coming together, it spelled out a single fate for Jessica: pray that Amber was done before the woman died, or accept her fate at the tip of Amber's dick. The smell that came from that cock would certainly be helping with that. It rose up in the room, wafting through the air conditioning until it was left throughout the entire hallway. Any time a head turned, Amber could see them looking back. She could see them inhaling it, and drooling right afterward. Addiction in the most primal form, from a single sense alone.

What the blonde didn't know was that the first was extremely less likely than the second. Amber could fuck for hours. Days. Weeks, even, if she was in the mood for it. There was hardly any chance of the woman making it out of this alive -- but Amber wanted to let her realize that the hard way. The fun way. It was at that exact moment that the woman made the biggest mistake in her life. She spoke. She opened her mouth for something other than sucking dick, and that was about to be her downfall. One leg kicked back, pushing a chair out of the way so that she could move the woman to where she wanted her. Amber moved the woman around, dragging her along like a ragdoll toward the reception desk. She leaned in, hovering over the woman's body when they got there, and growled out a response into her ear. "What was that? What did you just fucking say?" The redhead questioned the blonde, while one hand went down to grip that shaft by the midsection. It was brought up like the heaviest of weights, only to be slapped down onto the harlot's back in the process. Pre drooled out from the tip, staining her blouse, but it didn't matter. She'd fucked up. If Amber was hesitant before, it was all gone. (Spoiler: She was never hesitant.)

Amber moved her hips back. This was when the magic was finally going to happen. With the woman's skirt hiked up to her waist, there was no resistance to what came next. The defiance turned her on in such a way that her dick had grown to full stature by now -- a solid fifty inches in length, and seventeen inches in thickness. It wasn't going to fit. No fucking way --- yes, way. Amber pushed forward, the tip of that monstrous length beating against the woman's pussy from behind, right against the reception desk. It took several minutes of forcing and stretching, but it finally happened. Amber's dick beat right into that outrageously tight fucking pussy. The moment that head popped inside, she thrust forward. Inch after meaty fucking inch tunneled up her cunt, already introducing her to the heaven that was this godlike cock. "Don't you ever speak like that again, Slut. You should feel fucking privileged to get this." Amber growled, before pulling back just to tunnel another several inches inside of the woman.

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Jessica stood no chance of running. Not in heels that made it barely possible to walk. Besides, even if she managed to slip out of the elaborate leather clasps holding them on, she'd barely make it three steps before this massive shemale re-captured her. Her head shook, her chest heaved up and down with huge inhalations and exhalations. More tears flowed and her black make-up, in particular her perfectly applied mascara and eyeliner, streaked down her cheeks in ugly great clumps. For now she was still frozen where she stood, petrified to the point of being physically unable to move. Despair filled her mind. There was no point in shouting; it would be ignored by any third parties and only make her attacker angrier. There was no point in resisting. Resigned to stay perfectly still because it granted her the best chance of surviving this in one piece — or at all — she allowed her arms and legs to be manhandled.

Before she knew it, she'd been messily thrown over the cold, hard marble of the receptionist's desk. Whisper quiet sobs were the only sound she made, and a brief glimpse over her shoulder spoiled her to her fate. The cock hanging from between her red-haired attacker's legs that already looked longer than one of Jessica's own legs was now erect. Obviously all her protesting hadn't dissolved the situation, and her stomach turned as she realised all this exhaustive acting was only making her fate worse. The more she wriggled, the harder the dick got. She could see it hardening right in front of her. As much as it disgusted her, and even though she could barely see it with blobs of mascara gluing her eyes halfway closed, every throb and ebb of that monstrous fuckpillar was crystal clear for her to see. The more she looked, the harder it became to tear her gaze away. She breathed deep, and that was another stupid blemishing the record of bimbos all over the world. By breathing, she inhaled that scent. It took the edge off her despair. It wasn't sudden, in fact it was excruciatingly slow, but a flash of respite was granted to her.

At that moment, her attacker semi-literally speared her on that monster dick. The scream that came out of her mouth was like something out of a horror movie. She knew she wasn't supposed to make a sound, but it was reflex. The damage was done, to her insides, and to her.... well, to her life. She didn't know that second bit for sure yet, but she strongly suspected... Much to her discomfort, she felt very at peace with her fate.

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Alpha Daddydick was far past the point of stopping. Past the point of giving this woman even an inch of breathing room. The only inches she'd be receiving were those of Amber's fat fucking dick, and god damn was she getting it already. One didn't need to be able to feel the way Amber was getting inside the skank to know that she was getting stuffed to the fucking brim. That thickness left a bulge sliding up the woman that just seemed so.. unnatural. Amber had the woman bent over forward against the desk, so she wasn't able to see it sliding up her stomach, but from the thickness alone she could see it from the side.

At this point, it wasn't just the body of the woman that urged her on. It was the entirety of her being. The way she resisted just urged Amber to turn her into a walking fleshlight. The way she screamed just made the shemale fuck harder. This was the moment when the whore would likely start realizing her fate. Knowing how, but not when, it would end. Another pull backward to the tip, only for yet another hipthrust to savagely pump endless amounts of dick into the bitch. The redhead had only forced half of her length into that unbelievably tight cunt, and yet she knew the effects that were about to begin. The thrusting had caused pheromones to seep into the air, amplifying the scent of that cock. Amplifying the effects the shemale had in general.

The Alpha had finally gotten deep enough inside of Jessica that the best part had begun. Those massive, oversized fucking testicles swung inside of their sac, and beat right up against the woman. Those watermelon sized nuts beat against the back of her thighs, smashing against the skin with such epic force that a loud THUD echoed throughout the hall. If no one had heard her scream before, they definitely would've heard the beating of those balls against her body. How the fuck did she fit them in her pants? It didn't matter. All that mattered right now was the outrageous thudding of dick-in-cunt action that dwarfed the thumping coming from the closet earlier.

Now, with the added pheromones wafting through the air, and the redmarks from her balls beating the woman rotten, it was time to concrete the addiction. Amber leaned in, humping away from behind while her dick tunneled through the woman to the 32nd inch and pushed every fucking thing aside in the process, and began to taunt her. "Nnng. Learned your fucking lesson, Fucksleeve? What do you say? What do you fucking say to your new Daddy for stepping out of line?" The redhead questioned, just before upping the anty. One hand reached around, moving forward to Jessica's blouse and gripping it tight in her palm along with the black bra hidden beneath. With that new grasp, she yanked it. She tore those garments to shreds and let those huge breasts free, causing them to freely bounce in the air and against the desk while Amber impaled the bitch on her dick repeatedly, even pushing the desk forward bit by bit.

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Jessica felt herself being stretched. It was shocking to see how far her body was going without being in pain. It wasn't pleasurable yet, but it wasn't painful either. What was once a flawlessly flat stomach distended out, ballooned like an enormous barrel, and it was all "thanks" to this massive cock. She knew it was her skin being pushed like this, she could see the freckles that she knew so well. If she had been able to summon the presence of mind to move her hands, she might've tried to reach down and touch the massive bulge in her stomach. She wasn't going to be the same after this.

"What am I going to be like after this?" She thought to herself between melodramatic sobs. Her crying had yet to cease, but somewhere her subconscious must have realised that crying loud wasn't going to help her get out of this, so she'd been reduced to meek and sorrowful sobs. This immensely fucking hung shemale was not going to slow down, not going to stop, and not going to give her a millisecond to collect her thoughts or compose herself. The poor blonde had descended beyond logic and reason by now. All she could do was feel. Thinking was beyond her. Her mind could simply be aware of the sensations being thrust upon her. Held in an iron-hard grip that she lacked the energy to writhe in, she couldn't run. The blonde bimbo shivered and shook with each thrust. Right from the soles of her feet to the tips of the hairs on her blonde (but now very disheveled) head, she felt it like her veins had been injected with some noxious cocktail of drugs. Each time a muscle in her body flinched or moved, she felt it amplified a thousand times over. 

That's when one thought enters her mind. The thought that, despite everything up until now, she's being brought to the point of orgasm. The endless jackhammering into her infinitely tight and soaking wet pussy, the stimulation beyond measure, the feelings and emotion that she lacks the ability to put into words... It was all adding up, and she felt herself blushing as she forcibly orgasmed. There was no proof, or at least not at first. Not until she felt something strange happening to her vision. In the corner of the desk was a small mirror, presumably placed there for the receptionist to check her make-up. Jessica looked into it and saw that her eyes had morphed into the shapes of hearts. If her mind wasn't enjoying getting the fuck of a lifetime; it seemed her body certainly was.

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Alpha Daddydick didn't seem to give a single ounce of remorse when it came to how brutal she was being with the busty fucktoy currently getting shafted on her dick over and over again. She didn't hesitate between any of the thrusts. No extra breathing, no slight pauses between thrusts to see if she was doing okay, and no questions to find out if she needed a break. Amber didn't care. All Amber did was fuck. Again that dick was pounded deep into Jessica's core, hammering any useless bodily functions out of the way between each thrust. At this point, the woman was more dick than person. She should be happy about that, really. It was an upgade, if anything, considering how superior Amber was straight from birth. Straight from the moment she came as a shemale, and Jessica came as a female.

Jessica was upgraded to nothing more than a literal fucksleeve. A toy meant for jerking off and nothing else. Even the way Amber moved seemed to solidify that. With each forward thrust, Jessica's body slid forward. Her face was pushed closer and closer to the mirror by the moment, which forced the gutterskank to look herself in the face. To look at what she'd been upgraded to. The ruined mascara and eyeliner, the leaking tears down her face, and the disheveled hair looked so trashy on the bimbo, but to Amber, there was no look that was hotter. Amber literally got off on what she was turning this skank into, and it made her balls clench in ways she hadn't felt in months. Every time they slapped up against her skin, they churned more cum. They were so jam packed that it was almost hurting Amber. She needed to fucking release, and she knew it was coming soon. The first of many orgasms, anyway.

It was right when Amber was thinking about how she needed to cum that Jessica came on her dick. Amber could feel the familiar sensation of a woman's body tensing on her dick. The feel of her cunt gripping tighter than ever before, and her juices rocketing down along that shaft until they practically fucking splashed against Amber's pelvis. To make it even better, Amber had picked up the pace. Her legs spread out, taking place first on the inside of Jess's legs to force them to spread wider, and then on the outside of her legs. She trapped the jizzdump in place, only to skewer her in the process. Finally, all fifty inches of monstrous cock had filled her out, just in time for Amber to change it up. One hand moved around to her hip and gripped tight, just to flip the bitch over on the desk. To get her onto her back, so that Amber could see the look on her face, and see those tits swinging in the air for her. The redhead looked down at her eyes, noticing those hearts, and then taunted her once more. "I don't hear you thanking me.. but your body is just disagreeing with you so much!" Amber said, moving the mirror closer before letting it go and dropping a hand to her throat. She wrapped those fingers around it, gripping tight, and continued on. "Your cunt feels even tighter than when I first started. Wet, too.. so fucking wet. More soaking than any cunt I've ever had. And those eyes, too.." She continued on, before going for the kick in the gut. "I bet if I stopped right now, you'd fucking plead to fuck my dick yourself." With that, Amber teased. She stopped her thrusting for fifteen seconds, testing the waters to see how she'd react. As soon as that timer was up, she SLAMMED forward at a mindbreaking pace, clearly just moments from breeding the bitch on the spot.

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