With a harsh slap your cheek smacked into the firm, warm flesh of the idol's stomach. The warmth of her flesh hugged the little erection you'd been sporting since you'd first laid eyes on the enormous BLACKPINK member. You wondered if the others were around, whether they treated your kind in the same fashion. Did Lisa enjoy crunching through your bones as if they were chips? Did Rosé enjoy tearing off your arms like some twisted kid ripping the legs from ants? You'd always thought of Jisoo as the kindest one in the group, the softest, but then again you'd never in your wildest dreams expected Jennie to view your existence as a means to orgasm, so what on earth did you know?
As much as you'd wanted to lay there, humping at her skin for the rest of your depressing life, the cries, screams and pleading all around you prompted you to your feet. Some were bawling, others stood still in silence, some were embracing, others on their knees in prayer. 'Better be praying to her..' You thought to yourself. Jennie's face was bored, moreso than bored it looked almost.. disgusted? As if the very existence of people like you were enough to offend her. A finger descended from the heavens, the polished nail glimmering in the light. Given her earlier actions, you were expecting blood, screams, death.. but there was none of that. People fell silent, and her finger began to gently shove and push, guiding, herding people into little clumps on her stomach. By the time she'd finished, she had four groups, and one lone man in the distance. Every attempt he made at joining a group was met with a light battering by her finger, and he eventually got the gist. Those in your group were mostly weeping, a few were staring up at her, and a few had their eyes closed.
"W-why is she doing this?!" A woman cried beside you, clutching tightly on what you could only assume was her boyfriend's arm. Silence, and then you spoke.
"She's horny" You replied. On it's surface there was nothing wrong with your words, it was a perfectly correct, if horrifying statement, but the disgusted glares and angry, confused faces made you aware of the gigantic grin you had plastered over your face. Before one of the men could beat the shit out of you for your visible enjoyment of this living nightmare, a chorus of screams drew everybody's attention away. One of the groups had been grabbed, Jennie's fist hovering in the air with arms and legs sticking out between her fingers. The ball of bodies was carried through the sky, and her stomach steepened as she leaned forward. Her hand opened up, flailing bodies falling onto the bed by her feet, a few clinging on to her toes for dear life. People obediently rushed back to their assigned groups as the giant idol lay back down on her bed. You realized what the groups were for immediately after.
Deep in fantasy, you were praying to be the group to service her pussy. Picturing yourself grinding against her clitoris, a nub bigger than your head, kissing it, biting it.. Harsh cries snapped you back into the real world, her hand slid along her skin, gently but firmly ramming into one of the groups as she brushed them with little grace along her body. People were sent tumbling, sliding and skidding down between her thighs. Jennie's lips mouthed a silent curse and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she felt bodies fighting for their lives in and around her soaking sex.
Two groups now, and the young man stood on his own, that part still confused you a little, but you didn't have to wait long to understand. He was grabbed by his ankle, dragged into the air.
"PLEASE! PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" Whatever 'this' was, he knew he wanted no part in it. You stared at Jennie's eyes as he begged, it was harrowing, whatever she was looking at, she didn't see a person, she didn't see a human, a creature capable of sentient thought, all she saw was a tool, a toy, something disposable to help her cum. The man was whipped around in the air, and Jennie's arm disappeared beneath her body as she lifted herself a little higher on the bed. 'So fucking lucky..' You thought to yourself, trying to picture the scene the man was experiencing, was he still begging? Even face to face with a puckering asshole big enough to swallow his house? You hoped he was still squirming at least, you'd squirm, you'd do everything you could to please her after all.
Her hand came back, the man nowhere to be seen, and her eyes shifted to the other remaining group, and then to yours...
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