Being dominated by giants

Lanna lay sprawled in a field, surrounded by giants. At ten feet tall apiece, they towered over her. Each wore a wolfish grin and nothing else. Their intentions were as obvious as their raging erections, which at full mast were half again as long as Aaralon's forearm, and twice as thick.

The petite girl looked up helplessly at her captors, clasping the tatters of her dress modestly around her conical little breasts. Resigned to her fate, she pleaded, "Please sirs, defile me if you must. But please let me keep my honor."

The giants look quizzically at one another. Finally, one giant responded. With a voice that resounded like thunder, he boomed, "Rest assured, we will defile you. But how do you intend to keep your honor after what we will do to you?"

Lanna squeaked back timidly, "My maidenhead. Please let me keep it intact."

A second giant laughed out loud in understanding. "I know what the tramp asks! But I want to hear it from the whore's own filthy mouth." He glared down at the defeated girl, cruelty gleaming in his eyes.

Lanna could bear the giant's cold gaze no longer, and hung her head in shame. In the quietest whisper, she begged, "Please sirs. Ravish my mouth. Plunder my bottom. But leave me a virgin."

A whoop of delight arose from the crowd of giants. And the circle of pillars closed in on the poor girl.