Mistress Cathy glared down at you, her eyes hard as steel. You lay there, unable to move, your hands and feet bound tight by rope. The fear in your eyes was palpable - you knew there was no escape from her wrath. She chuckled darkly, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "You're going to be my new cushion," she hissed, her voice low and menacing.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. You couldn't begin to imagine what she meant by that. But before you could even ask, she whirled around and sank down onto your prone form, her massive weight landing heavily on your chest. You tried to scream, but the sticky tape over your mouth muffled any sound. Suddenly, you realized that her ass was covering your face - her whole vast expanse of flesh blocking out your sight. Panic surged through you; you couldn't breathe, and you thought this was it - your end.
But then, out of nowhere, she reached her hand up and brushed against your cheek. You flinched away instinctively, but to your surprise, she didn't push any further. Instead, she leaned in close, her breath a soft whisper against your ear. "This place will be permanent for you," she purred menacingly, her voice like velvet and iron.
And then, everything went black. You felt yourself fading away, your consciousness slipping from your grasp. You didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore - all you knew was fear, and the overwhelming presence of Mistress Cathy's massive body pressing down upon you. As you slipped into unconsciousness, you prayed that this was all just a nightmare from which you would soon awaken.
