Rose was about to argue, internally and externally, before she felt one of her wild kicks get caught. She had a moment, a flicker, to acknowledge what was about to happen.
"No! Don-" Her words were cut off. Her will to plead replaced by molten hot pain in her knee. Her voice cut out in a gasp before she could even scream as Lynn's boot buried itself into her undefended tummy.
She was dropped on command. Discarded. She fell to her hands and knees. Her hair hung over her face as she coughed, desperately trying to reboot her respiratory system. Spittle falling from her mouth. She was defenseless and Lynn intended to take advantage of her. Lynn weaved her pale limbs through Rose's own. From the turtle position, it was even easier than expected.
She rolled then. Rose was suspended above her former rival. From the position she could see the Titantron. She could see Joy standing disinterested in the corner, dismissing her little sister's indulgences. She could see Lynn's desire to humiliate her. But worst of all. She could see herself. Her ankles being pulled apart by Lynn's outstretched legs. Her thighs screamed as they were being stretched to their limits. She was limber. It wasn't the pain.
Her breasts shamelessly bunched up below her chin. Her nipples barely covered by the window that formerly showcased her cleavage. She could see her most secret place on full display. The stretch pulling the tiny article of clothing guarding her modesty flush against her. They looked more like body paint than hot-pants. Wet from arousal, the damp fabric concealing only what was most central. Not even covering all of her, not while she was being stretched like this. She was on full-display.
"Nooooo! STOP!" She pleaded through the pain. Her hands tapping fruitlessly against Lynn's belly.
Her pussy was on full-display.
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