Liandra's whole world right now was dominated by Camille's every actions...everything around her quaking with her best friend's sexual motions...then everything got really tight around her as her face and hair were smothered in the surrounding waste and her chest felt really tight making it impossible for the tiny girl to breathe for a brief moment.  This wasn't the same as when she could have drowned in Camille's stomach acids, saliva or sexual fluids...this was pure and simple asphyxiation.  She tried to gasp for air but was greeted with just the horrible taste in her mouth as the messy substance squeezed its way around her body very tightly pushing her ever closer to the exit, but forcing its way into any crevice of her body it could find.  The shaking continued all around her, the pressure occasionally lifting from her body allowing her to choke and take another breath before the walls tightened up again...every one of Camille's sexual contractions and thrusts of Davilon's hot member inside the scorpion girl were like a sexual torture to the tiny girl living in her best friend's anus.  She found herself half crying, half laughing at her situation...it was unbelievable to think about what was happening...what she was going through in here and she could hear every scream, every moan like it was a raging wind, every thrust causing her world to tremor and squash her to the state where she couldn't so much as take a breath, the warm sweaty feeling all over her body as the scorpion girl's temperature rose uncomfortably higher to the point where it was above tropical conditions and the smell of sexual hormones all around her forcing Liandra's will to resist became non existent.  The fingers of her hand were still wedged tightly inside her own pussy and she was forcing them in and out hard and rythmatically.  Never before had she experienced the pure act of sex from such a perspective...although disgusting...she found the experience exilerating, submitting to the humiliating sex torture she was going through and screaming out Camille's name every so often when the contractions allowed her to take a quick breath.  It was now starting to really hurt, the tightness around her entire body, the way she forced her fingers in and out while imagining Camille toying with her tiny body...she wanted more of this, but she didn't know why...it was horrible, yet it was turning her on more than she could ever understand...she had lost all of her free will and all that was left was the lustful drive of a very submissive slave girl.  What seemed like hours passed to the tiny Liandra, the rapid pulse, the screams and the asphyxiation forming a hypnotic bond between Liandra and her desire to be used for pleasure...every gentle squirm she made, forcing her wings to rub against the pleasure center of Camille's rectal passage as she was pushed along the tube.  The tiny girl had already produced several orgasmic screams as she came inside the log she'd been squished within again and again...the only sign that she was inside it being the tips of a pair of tiny wings just outside it.  She no longer cared when she would be let out...she was merely just a slave to Camille's pleasure and her mind was blank like she no longer had any willpower or resistance.  She was a doll...a very sex orientated doll, but a doll none the less, her mind could no longer cope with what she was going through and her body was too tired to keep up with what was going on outside...so she just lay inside Camille's rectal passage motionless and completely exhausted from all that she had to endure.