I'm "rescued" by Dona [Petite Amazon]

"What the fuck do you think you are doing to MY fuckboi?" A familiar voice calls from the door. I turn expecting to see the short rotund form of Richard, no Rikka's sister but instead I'm greeted by a woman that almost reaches the top of the doorway. I barely recognize her as it takes a second to remember she use to have sharp features, though the high cheek bones are new, and instead of the rotund woman I'm use to she is lithe woman with thighs and chest are no where near as large as her mother's and are the smallest of any woman I've seen since mom changed the world. But her thighs are still inviting and promise they aren't all bone and muscle. The only clothes she is wearing is rather tight boy shorts that would have shown everything if not for being black and a sports bra that safely contain her DDs.

For a moment I'm mesmerized watching her confident and long legged stride towards me and Rikka, till I register their demeanor. Her pouty lips have a deep frown as she looks towards me with a , or perhaps at the terrified and sweating Rikka that is now shaking before he realizes the camera is still on and scrambles to turn it off.

"D-dona. I-I R-Rikka-Richie sor-ry." He stammers as he uses a cutesy tone while looking at the floor.

For his efforts Dona seems to ignore him for a moment before roughly pulling me off of the dragon ensuring I let out a long ragged moan as the warmed fake cum leaks from my abused bussy.

"I'll be back for you, later." Donna promises as she takes me into a princess carry not seeming to care about the trail I leave as she makes her way downstairs. For a moment I cock my head swearing as we reach the first floor that I can hear two women moaning. I try to look for the source only for Dona to roughly **** my head into her neck as she squeezes through the basement door.

My stomach churns as we reach the basement finding instead of a game room I was familiar with it looks more like a mix between a BDSM dungeon and a well lived in bedroom. I manage to make out a paused video labeled "How to keep your fuckboi loyal" before she roughly drops me onto the satin sheets of the bed.

"How many times do I have to tell you John, don't let my brother bully you." She enunciates with a mixture of concern and exasperation as she grips my chin surprisingly tenderly, "You know what it means when you disobey your mistress."

I want to scream "NO", just yesterday she was a shorty shy chubby woman that just graduated high school, but maybe IF the two of us DID have a relationship I can convince her to get mom's wand and I can...... I honestly don't know fix it change it so I'm not getting fucked by my best friend.