A silence falls between us for a few seconds after that. Slightly less uneasy than before though still plenty terrifying. Kat scares the shit out of me, don't get me wrong. Even standing a few inches taller than her at regular size, her sharp eyes have a way of making you feel small even when she's looking up to talk to you. So, seeing her show even the tiniest bit of vulnerability to me of all people feels strange.

"You're self-conscious about your height. That much I can follow. I guess what I really wanna know is why it always has to be your butt? You wanting to shove me up your asshole has nothing to do with height. If being big was what you wanted wouldn't stepping on me make more sense?"

Kat raise an eyebrow at this, any sign of vulnerability has washed away. Leaving that sharp red stare.

"Oh? Look at you toss out ideas. Do you want me to step on you?"

Realizing what I just did, I feel a sudden urge to switch topics. The last thing I want to do is give Kat more humiliations to subject me to.

"Hell no! You promised when you let me out that we were done! I just have to get through this, and you said you'd take me home!"

She laughs again at my outburst. "Relax, you're done. Amber may get a kick out of breaking people, but I sure don't. I want you nice and angry for next time."

I feel goosebumps break out over me at the mere mention of a next time. The knowledge that I'm always an option on the wheel for Kat's little show is enough to drive me into paranoia. I need to steer her into another direction.

"Y-you're dodging the question!" I point up at her smug face as she takes another sip of coffee.

"Fine. Why do I wanna shove you up my asshole instead of doing literally anything else I could do? That's easy." She leans in far closer than before. Her massive face nearly touching me.

"It's because it's the one thing I can do to you that humiliates you the most."

I should have expected a response like that. Of course, that'd be her reason. She refuses to actually hurt me; I've noticed it time and time again. No matter how many times I'm forcefully abducted and whisked away to her place, she's never injured me even though she easily could. I stare down at the cup of cold coffee in the miniature mug next to me, another twisted sign of Kat's hospitality.

"That's it?" I subconsciously slide backwards a tad to make a little distance. The scent of coffee on Kat's breath washes over me like a musky Starbucks.

Kat slides back to her original position and shrugs.

"It also feels good. You are dildo sized after all. Haven't you ever tried anal play? It's... nice."

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