cw acrophobia cw thalassophobia
Naked, bent backwards with only your toes touching a metal bar, your body held in place by chains and poles and cuffs, all linked up to this big hoop or ring on the ledge of a balcony.
I am there. The Monster draped in jewellery. Standing on the balcony, on the other side of the metal hoop you're fastened to.
you are bent at such an angle that, while your upper body is positioned as if falling backwards off the edge of the balcony, your hips are almost in the middle of the metal hoop, your pussy presented, your spread legs straight and on your tip toes to hold onto the metal bar crossing the metal hoop.
I step away from you, walking to your right.
you are on a balcony which wraps around a tall blocky building. The plaster walls in front of you are occasionally interrupted by featureless doors. More of these metal hoops interrupt the minimal railing of the balcony, continuing along with it around the corner.
And... the ocean. you can hear the ocean.
Looking past the edges of the building, you see sky, more identical buildings, towering up as far as you can see, up into the clouds, every floor wrapped in a walkway.
And... far down, ten floors, twenty floors... dozens of floors down, the ocean. The buildings descend right into the water, shrinking into the distance before their blurry white forms descend and disappear into the darkness below.
The building you're on is just the same, descending dozens of floors down before the ocean, and continuing long into it.
you are hanging backwards off the edge of this balcony, suspended purely by chains and poles. There is nothing below you, nothing between you and a long long drop into the ocean.
you try not to look down.
To your left is another nude person, suspended from another hoop separated from yours by a short length of railing. they hang with their upper body suspended in a sideways dive facing you, one leg pointed toward you, the other leg with their toes just touching a metal bar crossing their hoop, putting their lower body in a sort of kicking posture. Just like you, their pussy is presented right near the center of the space in the metal hoop.
they look tired, defeated, but still crying, switching between looking around and closing their eyes while shaking their head.
I lift My foot up onto a tall stone footrest between you and the hoop to your right. Reaching down, I pick one of the numerous rings stacked on My long clawed toes and slide it off. I then step over to that metal hoop, and toss the ring through it.
The ring transforms into another naked person, chains and poles and bars springing into existence with her, suspending her from the hoop in a falling forwards pose, her ass raised up behind her with her toes just touching a metal bar.
For a second, she is asleep. Then her eyes flutter open. Looking down below her, she screams. you cannot envy her position, where she can barely look away from the drop down into the ocean. she screams and screams and fights and struggles, but the metal around her is unyielding.
Even if she were to break free...
I continue like this, all around the balcony of this floor of the building. Soon, the sound of the ocean is mixed with the sounds of wailing, crying, screaming, sobbing, whimpering, chains rattling, metal clanging.
I've made My way around, back to the person to your left who is suspended in a sideways dive. My cock is long and hard now, dripping with pre. It's shaped like a horse cock. Why is it shaped like a horse cock? Was it always shaped like a horse cock??
I grab the top of the metal hoop, position My tip against their pussy, and push Myself into them. they look away, gritting their teeth, then let out a haggard scream as way too much of My length forces itself into them.
I cross My arms over the top of the hoop, lean against it so My breasts spill out atop My crossed arms, and then start idly thrusting. they're crying and sobbing and gasping and struggling to keep up with their breath and the sensations I'm pushing into them, while I'm just rocking My hips back and forth in a practiced habit.
The way I tilt My head and sigh and stare off into the cloudy horizon with no concern for the cunt I'm raping, I look like I'm yearning, passing the time fucking this pussy while waiting for something or someone.
you notice it. Wedged between My tits, along with countless other necklaces and amulets and pendants and other things draped down My cleavage, the rosy locket with a long copper chain. It, along with the rest of the mass of jewellery hanging from Me, sways gently with the rocking motions of Me satifying Myself with this person's body.
I tilt My head the other way, close My eyes, thrust as deep into the person's body as I can, and let out a low-pitch, almost voiceless breath. The person I'm raping gives a hitched, squeaking whimper as My shaft presses up their lungs and diaphragm and guts, making it hard for them to breathe.
It's not My full length in them, so it's easy to see how My dick pulses and thrashes, jewellery hanging from around My base clinking and jingling quietly with the motions, an absurd amount of cum gushing and spilling and spattering down from their pussy and churning around inside of them.
I pull out of them, even more cum pouring out in a huge mess on the balcony. I step over to you, heavy thumping footsteps vibrating through the balcony, the hoop, and the equipment that holds you in your backwards dive.
I grab onto the metal hoop and drop My dick on your belly with a heavy splat, knocking the breath out of you as it impacts your torso and sends wet, sticky seed scattering all over you. The flare of My tip is up between your tits, its hole pulsing as it leaks more of My cum onto you.
As I drag My cock down your body, into position between your legs, you look up and see it. Much closer and easier to see now, that rosy locket with the copper chain, held among so many others between My boobs.
