[Bulging Biceps] With a little bit of pipe bondage.

Forcefully stripped as Xenia is, she starts to stand in some hopeless attempt to defend herself. You chuckle because it was cute... for all of three seconds. Her anger and defiance become annoying, however, and she continues to howl for help. Still clutching her panties, you close what little distance she made between you. With an almost practiced lack of grace, she tries a hammer blow with both fists, aiming for your crotch... and recoils as your single, open palm stops them without budging.

"Come on, Xenia," you taunt, closing your fingers around her tiny fists. Despite what should be a poor grip, she finds herself unable to escape. "This was always an impossible fight; you're a midget. Your people get tossed around at circuses for kicks, for Christ's sake... and that was by regular men." You pull your hand up... and her eyes go wide as you lift her by her hands alone, her legs dangling and then kicking uselessly. You raise her up until, for the first time since you've met the unfortunate little person, she looks at you at eye level. "I'm hardly a regular man, now."

She opens her mouth, inhales to scream... and is muffled nearly into silence thanks to the fancy panties shoved deep into her mouth. As her tongue wrestles to get rid of the offending cloth, you walk towards the back of the room, trampling folders full of blank pages, and browse the network of pipes there. They're a complicated mesh, each one warm or cool to the touch, and their proximity to one another meant moisture built up in droplets between them, only to eventually drain downward into the row of steel grating that lined all sides of this chamber. Your eyes try to find some useful configuration... and the wicked grin that splits your face tells her you found it.

With one hand still shackling her, you hold her head with the other and, with a relatively soft shove, help it meet an iron pipe. Thud. Not a crack, because of course you don't use this insane new strength to its maximum; just enough to get her dazed, and only dazed enough to let you manipulate her body with minimal fuss. You start shoving her legs into position and, with a groan, use your newfound strength to carefully bend the pipes you find, only a few centimeters, to pinch her legs at the ankles. Another pipe, on which her body laid diagonally, gets adjusted up with the strain of both of your arms. When the pipe begins to groan back, you stop, fearful that it might burst and kill the poor girl.

When finally she recovers enough to start struggling again, screaming against the wad of panties that held her jaw open wide, it is now for the predicament in which she finds herself: each leg hoisted into opposing knots of iron, the small of her back lifted upwards to your crotch, and her head shoved between two pipes that **** her to look down at her horizontally-positioned, spread-eagle body. Like a bow on a present, you use her frumpy blouse to tie her arms behind and below her, leaving her completely at your mercy. You watch her torso inflate and deflate in rapid, panicking breaths, followed then by the long versions as she takes in lungfuls to scream for help.

But of course, help is not coming. Between her legs, her well-trimmed snatch was stretched open, and yet still barely winked at you with its predictably diminutive build. Her labia, chubby and compressed, even now had enough volume to give the impression that it was blowing you kisses, an illusion of welcome broken only by Xenia's abject terror. You caress her inner-thighs, dragging your fingertips to gingerly tickle her shins, traveling back up across her pussy lips, through her bush and all over her body. A satisfied giggle escapes you as she squirms under your ministrations, hopelessly. "You're ready, Xenia."

You don't so much as spit on your cock before you press it against her opening. You haven't fed her any of your seed, she's only barely influenced by your pheromones, and terror and hate have countered whatever effect you would have. Naturally, she's bone dry down south.

But you soon learn that, for someone with your merciless strength, pounding into so immobilized a victim, there is no lubricant quite as pleasurable as no lubricant. You pry her cunt open, drag your dry cock against her vaginal walls like sandpaper, and don't even consider slowing. Xenia bucks and screams, and tries to look away from the bulge in her crotch as you fill her. Your own foreskin was being pulled taut, but it's a price well worth hearing her panicking cries.

She stops bucking when the hymen receives you, and her **** denials repeat rapidly through the panties as that thin bit of tissue, her only proof of innocence, stretches. You half-sigh, half-giggle into her ear as you press forward at a slower pace, letting her virginity truly wrap around the head of your cock until it pops into strands, and finally snaps. She cries in despair, her warm tears wet your neck as you press against her, and you can only manage a satisfied groan as you continue to press on and deeper into her.

You pull your head back for a moment to look at her face: eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, snot and drool from her slow descent into horror. Pleased with your work, you lick her cheek, savoring the saltiness of her sorrow, and take a single, merciless thrust into her. One inch deeper. Her body begins to buck anew, uselessly still. Another thrust with your entire waist behind it. Another inch. Blood trickles from her pussy, and it's warmth tickles and lubricates your manhood. A third, and you've touched her cervix... with still half your cock left to go.

You look down to make sure, smiling in satisfaction. You pull out slightly, getting more blood on your shaft... and thrust home, bottoming out into her canal as it stretches... and the cervix remains just at your tip. Perhaps it was her unwillingness, or perhaps she was shifting her body in **** self-preservation, but it was clear you would, at most, get only the tip of your head in before you came at this rate... and that moment was fast-approaching, now that you were fully engulfed in the wrenching pressure of a cunt trying to expel you.