This story was originally called "Tiny Way To Die," and it was originally created by a chap by the name of 'chaos'.Link to said story here: https://ww...w.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1381651-Tiny-Way-to-DieNow as for why I brought this story over from writing.com, well, I noticed that the original has been largely neglected by the site, only getting updated once every 3-4 months or so. I decided to bring the story over to this site in hopes that it gets the attention it deserves since its. There, we walked down a dirt road for about a half a mile to a big parking lot with a few cars in it. A little further down the road, we began noticing people (mostly men) walking around in the woods. Some were talking, others were kissing and touching and a few were having sex, right out in the open. Finally we came to an area where there were picnic tables and a long building with restrooms. All around, people were kissing and fondling each other in all states of undress, even on the picnic. Lost to him. He felt that fierce rush of possession, of ownership. Then she obediently sank to her knees, crawling in between his spread thighs. He didn’t unfasten his pants, leaving that job for her. Watching with pleasure as her small fingers fumbled uncertainly, lifting his hips to help her lower his pants. He was big, and he was proud of it. Nine and a half inches, nearly 2 inches around. He would hurt her when he took her, and he looked forward to it. Amusement flicked in his eyes at her. ’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ A she finished in she nearly collapsed from the intensity for orgasms her mind was reeling, changing, becoming what she said she was. As Brandy came down from her orgasmic eye, the male voice began again. ‘Very good, brandy very good.’ The voice was low soothing and mail. it continued ‘now we have two more lessons today, ready?’ ‘…Oooooohhh…uunhha…yesssss’ brandy moaned. ‘Tits is the proper term for breasts. Tits are the protrusions.