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Fear paralyzed me. I wanted to move, to do something, but my legs wouldn't obey. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, helpless, while the monster closed the distance.

Jasmine tripped and fell, her **** cries filling the air. The creature was upon her in an instant, its massive hand grabbing her and ripping at her clothes. She struggled, hitting and kicking, but it was futile against the monster's brute strength.

I stood frozen, watched in horror, unable to tear my eyes away, as the monster's massive hand roughly tore Jasmine's shirt open, exposing her. Her screams grew more frantic, echoing in the empty landscape.

The beast's other hand pinned her down, its weight crushing her attempts to break free. It started tearing at her pants, and I could see the sheer terror and helplessness in Jasmine's eyes.

The creature's lustful intent became horrifyingly clear as it positioned itself over her, its grotesque, enormous penis emerging, as thick as Jasmine's thighs. She screamed in panic and pain, her voice raw and **** as its cock tore through her pussy.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I stood there, my body betraying me, watching as the monstrous creature assaulted her. Jasmine's cries of agony were interrupted by the rythmic pounding against her guts, cutting her short of breath. The violent **** manifested in a bulge growing and shrinking in her belly. Her helpless breats getting molested by the luscious beast.

The beast's actions were brutal and relentless, and Jasmine's suffering seemed endless. Her eyes, once filled with fear and pleading for help, gradually dulled with despair.

I did nothing. I just watched, paralyzed by my own cowardice and... lust. The guilt and shame were overwhelming, but hard and moist in my pants.

The **** seemed to last an eternity, each moment driving Jasmine's mind and body closer to insanity. When the creature finally finished, it filled Jasmine's womb with semen then drenched where whole body with the humiliating fluid before leaving her broken and sobbing on the ground.

That's when I sneaked behind the beast, stole its knife and slit its throat open and managed to defeat it.

I approached Jasmine slowly, my heart heavy with guilt and shame. She lay there, her body bruised and trembling, her eyes vacant and hollow. I had failed her in the worst way imaginable.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, but the words felt meaningless, empty in the face of what had just happened. I handed her my shirt to help her cover her shame, but the semen over her hair, breasts, face and legs couldn't be hidden at this point. At least it was big enough to cover her pussy. We left the hill after her tears and the semen finally dried off.