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Zoey came home at her usual time, talking on the phone and barely noticing the mess that had crept into her apartment. She booted the door closed with a flick of her foot, still chatting merrily, and her step faltered. A sharp pain shot through her toe. Toy soldiers. Dozens. Plastic men had overrun the place, and each tiny figure glared up at her, determined to inflict more pain. She kicked them aside, but they multiplied, emerging from every crevice: beneath the sofa, around the television, even from under the rug. There was no avoiding them. They swarmed like ants, closing in. Zoey snatched one up. She crammed it between her toes, using him as a makeshift separator. Her foot rose in the air defiantly. She was in control—or so she thought. The soldiers had a different plan. They were an army, after all. They scaled her legs like mountaineers and stripped away her clothes. In moments, she was naked and restrained, lashed to the legs of a kitchen chair with a network of thread. The leader approached, He climbed her body, hoisted himself to mouth-level, and shouted his command. She pressed her lips against him, furious and defeated. Lips numb, she watched the soldiers party around her, feasting on crumbs. They drank soda from juice caps, getting happy and rowdy.
Keywords Zoey, Media Impact, Soldiers Crushed, Milf, Taboo, Stepmom, Tied Up, Shoes, Toy Soldiers, Rope, Giantess Captured, Gulliver, Kissing, Undress, Handheld
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