Just Too Weak - Interlude with Katie and Richie
by Plowjack



Richie lay on his side, his body still tingling from the hard, crushing
orgasm. His hands were between his legs, squeezed between his thighs, his soft
cock rubbing against then as he gently rocked himself. Just minutes before he
had been fucked to a pulp by his 16-year old girlfriend and her older sister,
his arms and legs now bruised and helpless. Bonnie, his huge jock girl, had
pounded his body into the mats, grinding his cock to a tremendous second
orgasm of the day. She and her sister had left him still sobbing quietly on
the floor, and instructed Katie, the older sister's little slave, to get
Richie hard again. Katie was a 30 year old, 5'4" little hardbody with a 40
inch chest, a total slave to Judy's tall muscular body, who had beaten the
skinny, weak 6'1" boy at arm wrestling just a while before. She had slapped
him around and frightened him with her fists, her dominance rendering him
docile and quivering.

Katie stood and stretched, and slammed one hard little fist into her hand,
then flexed, as she stalked over to stand before the cowering teenager. "Move
your hands, pussy," she commanded, as she lowered herself to her knees, legs
spread, her thighs wet from her continual orgasms with Judy. Richie slowly
removed his hands, knowing he had been told to obey by Bonnie, but also afraid
to disobey the little woman. His soft cock flopped onto his thigh and Katie
took it in her hand.

"This is pathetic, little boy," she laughed, "You're soft as a baby." She
grabbed one arm and felt its helpless softness, playing with the soft flesh of
his cock and his muscle, giggling, "There's nothing to you, boy, you're just
nothing in a woman's hands. Feel this." The little woman flexed her right arm
in front of Richie, her small biceps popping and triceps expanding. She was
really very muscular, though tiny compared to the Taylor women. Richie was
slow, and she grabbed his arm and half lifted him to his knees, then twisted
and pulled his arm painfully, Richie's muscles unable to even resist. He
yelled a little, then fell forward on his knees into the smaller woman's chest
and arms. His weight fell right on her, and she whoofed a little as she caught
him, but held him steady in her muscular arms, his face pressed to one of her
huge breasts. She grabbed his cock again, and took him by his long hair,
forcing his lips to hers. She kissed him in detail, her lips sweet and hot, as
he let his weight drape on her solid shoulders.

"Goddess, Richie, you're a little slip of a thing, aren't you?" Katie said, as
she managed his much taller body easily. She got one arm around him and sat
down on her haunches, lowering his head and shoulders into her lap, still
working his soft cock. He didn't resist her, and his eyes were closed, face
turned down from her. "Look at me, boy," she commanded, and Richie obeys,
looking up into her eyes. Karen flexed her whole body, crushing Rich's chest
to her belly. She let go of his cock and flexed her right arm, pumping it
until her small muscle peaked. Richie watched, and his hand ran over Katie's
arm. It really was hard and round, and when he looked up at her again she
kissed him hard, driving her tongue into his mouth as he caressed her muscle.
"MMmmm, you're actually sweet, boy," she said, sounding surprised. She crushed
his arm in her small hand, his unresisting biceps like mashed potatoes.
"You're not like a man at all, are you, boy? You're soft and weak and
frightened, aren't you?" She grabbed his wrist, pulled his arm out along his
side and threw one thick, muscular leg over him, trapping his arm. "There,
boy, you're trapped by a tiny woman. Usually I like hurting men, Richie," she
said, and she took one nipple in her fingers and twisted it hard, making
Richie gasp and writhe. He fought her, but one arm was totally helpless under
her heavy leg while the other could only flail again her back and shoulder. He
grabbed the arm that was crushing him and tried to struggle, but her hard
muscles didn't move, and he whimpered as she twisted his nip. Her face got a
look of hard delight, and she twisted even harder, making Richie, cry out, and
begin to plead. "Please, Katie, don't hurt me, please ... I'll ... I'll ... "
Richie wondered what he was about to offer to do. He was held firmly in the
little woman's strong arms - god, he felt like such a weakling - and her very
large, round breast and its dark nipple were in front of him. Richie's
conditioning made him take the little woman's nipple sweetly in his lips,
sucking and licking, even as he whimpered and begged her not to hurt him.
Again a wave of pain flooded his chest as her hard fingers twisted his nipple,
but he was helpless to stop her, and so he just softened into her arms. He was
rewarded for this by another bruising kiss, and Katie's strong hand crushing
his soft pectoral muscle, rather than pinching.

Katie was totally hot now, as she felt the tall teenager melt to wax in her
arms. She gathered his long hair in her hand, twisting it tight against his
scalp, and pulled his hot mouth away from her breast. She slapped his chest
hard, first one tit then the other, then punched his right biceps hard, making
him whimper again. "Bonnie said not to hit me," he whimpered, and Katie
laughed at him, poking one hard finger into his sore nipple. She said, "You
better hide behind your woman, pussy, because I could beat you to a sniveling
pulp with just these fists." She clenched her fist in front of Richie, and saw
his eyes widen as he looked up at her in fear. Tears began to leak from his
eyes, and Katie, again laughed hard at him, as she snaked her thick legs
around his tiny waist. Richie, at 6'1" tall had about a 30" waist. Even when
he had tried to lift weights he had worked on his arms and shoulders, and as
Katie squeezed down on his middle his body squished between her hard thighs.
Richie felt the air squeezed from him as she scissored his waist, and he
reflexively tried to pry her legs apart, or slip out of her squeeze. He was
trapped completely, his arms unable to move the little woman's thick thighs in
the slightest. She caught his arm and swiftly slipped it under her upper leg,
trapping it in her knee, and tightening, making his face turn red. She slapped
one fist into an open hand, and said, "See, Richie, I like to get some
so-called 'man' helpless like this, and then pound his face until he cries and
tries to hide." She reached down and took his cock in her hand, kneading and
pulling it cruelly. She got her back against the pile of mattresses, so that
both her hands were free, while Richie was flat before her, between her
thighs. "Are you afraid of me, Richie?" she purred. Richie could only blush
deep, and nod his head, and Katie chuckled. "Of course you are - I'm so much
stronger and tougher than a wimp like you." Her hand was working his cock, as
she ran the other hand over his face, squeezing and releasing him, controlling
his breath. Catlike, she released his waist and crawled up on his chest,
pushing him onto his back, his soft body unresisting as she laid full length
on his, pressing her knees between his thighs. "Spread your legs, pussy," she
growled, and as she settled between his thighs she tucked his cock between her
own hard legs, noticing that it was beginning to swell. "There we go, little
boy," she purred, as she rubbed his member between her things. "Are you afraid
of your Bonnie, boy?" she asked suddenly. "Afraid of Bonnie," Richie asked, a
little puzzled, "well, it's not like she couldn't break me into little bits if
she wanted, but she loves me ... " "You should be afraid, Richie," Katie said,
as she rested her elbows on his tits. "These women are witches, and they'll
make you into their ... " "Witches?! You're crazy!" Katie bucked and slammed
her elbows into Richie's chest, making him lose air, then ground her pointed
elbows into his tits, making him moan and start to fight her. His hands
gripped her arms, and she flexed her muscles, as she kissed his chest softly.
She felt Richie's hands go from fighting to squeezing and caressing her hard
little biceps. His cock grew bigger and firmer as he squeezed her muscles.
"I'm not crazy, Richie - I've been there. Judy made me go to their ritual, or
sabbath, or whatever - there were dozens of huge women like Bonnie and Judy,
and dozens of little men like you - even a few women like me. They worship
some amazon Goddess, and there's more to it than just an orgy club ... " Katie
seemed to have this on her mind - this was more talk in a row than Richie had
heard from her yet. "Orgy club?" Richie managed to say. "Oh yeah, they were
using their slave men for every kind of thing. Some of those chicks were
nearly 7 feet tall, and wore dildos bigger around than your puny arm." Katie
watched as Richie's face turned red, as this image sunk in. "Would you like
that, Richie? Can I strap on a dick bigger than yours and fuck until you
scream and beg?" "No!" he yelled, but he didn't try to escape. "How would you
stop your Bonnie, if she decided to make a girl out of you, little Richie? I
bet she'll start soon - she already calls you her little pussy, doesn't she?"
Richie was getting nice and hard now, his hands straying to her big breasts.
He made some little whimper of assent. "They call little boys like you - men
without any muscle at all - dollies. She calls you her dolly, doesn't she?"
"Yes," Richie said, as he began thrusting between her things. "These little
guys, they get turned into total sluts, they even make some of them forget how
to read. They get passed around among the women - some even get given to the
bigger men, but not usually. Would you suck a cock if Bonnie made you, dolly?
I bet she's already made you stop lifting, hasn't she?" Richie turned white
with horror, as Katie slim fingers played with his lips. Bonnie and he had
agreed that he wouldn't bother lifting any more - it was too frustrating for
him, since his body didn't seem to respond. He hadn't lifted for almost three
months now, though he did running and aerobics. He was actually softer
already, but it didn't matter to him - he had no use for muscles, really. But
to think of being made into ... into ... "Your mouth is lovely, dolly. MMmm
... soon she'll have you in a frilly little dress, Richie, maybe she'll put
you in lipstick and blush. You're so very pretty, you know." "She wouldn't -
she likes men, she's told me so." Katie slid forward, bringing her shoulders
even with his, and caressed his soft arms, squeezing hard and making him gasp
as his bruised flesh was crushed a little more. "She likes men who she can do
what she wants with, Richie. But you're not like a man, Richie - men have
muscles, and men don't let little girls spread their legs." Katie pushed
Rich's legs apart with her calves, then slid down again, running her belly
over his fully hard cock, then got her thick legs around his in a grapevine.
"You, on the other hand, have a body like a little boy. Bonnie likes that big
cock, though, little one ... maybe she'll let you stay a weak little man for
her." She spread her legs wide, straining his crotch. "C'mon big man, fight
me," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his little chest and squeezed.
Richie writhed in her grasp, his hands, gripping her shoulders, but he
couldn't stop her from spreading his legs and sucking his nipples.

Richie felt a new level of fear, as he looked down at the little girl who was
holding him helpless. He felt like the last of his sense of strength and
self-confidence were slipping away, as Judy's tiny toy girl humiliated and
beat him. His legs were lifted from the mat, and he hadn't any strength left
in his arms. She was pressing her pussy onto his cock, and then she began to
slam her hips down onto his now throbbing member. "You're not like a man,
Richie, you're just a little girl." Richie was trembling with the effort to
restrain another orgasm as she pounded his cock and sucked his tits. She said,
"You are big, though - dammit, I have to have it!" and she started to climb up
on him straddling him.

The sound of footsteps coming out of the master bathroom, stopped her, and she
grinned ferociously. "There Bonnie, all nice and hard," she said, as the two
amazons came in. Bonnie was back in her long red skirt, but still topless, and
Judy was now in a pair of bike shorts and a little shirt. "C'mon girly, we're
leaving," Judy said sternly, and Richie was a little surprised to see Katie
get a concerned look on her face, leap up and scramble around the room to put
on her clothes. She finally slipped into a pair of heels that made her a
little taller, and came quickly to press her face up against Judy's chest. She
looked up at her and said, in that little- girl voice, "I'm ready Mistress."
Bonnie laughed a little, and said "Look at that Richie, such a tiny little
slut," Bonnie walked over to him, saying goodbye to her sister and Katie, and
she gestured for Richie to get to his knees. Bonnie pressed his cheek to her
hard belly as she finished seeing them off, then turned his face up to hers.
She smiled and ran a thumb over the tracks of his tears. "Did that little
thing make you cry, baby?" "She's really strong, and she's mean, Bonnie,"
Richie said, his voice a whimper, his face blushing red. Bonnie held a hand
out, and he took it. She helped him to his feet, his legs still shaky, and she
held him to her. "She's not that strong, baby," she said quietly, "You're just
a weakling."

Bonnie patted his butt, and went over to a dresser in the corner. She pulled
out a tiny pair of black cotton shorts and threw them to Richie, then a little
blue t-shirt, with very short sleeves and a scoop neck, that revealed a little
of his soft tummy over the tiny shorts. The shorts didn't hide his hard-on,
but he noticed there was no fly in them, so he stuck out the top a little. "Is
this a girl's shirt, Bonnie," Richie asked, and Bonnie looked at him
surprised. She took hold of his cock through the thin cotton and thumbed his
tip, making him gasp. "Geez, I dunno - it's a t-shirt, and it looks great on
your pretty body, dolly. Now come on, we're going up to the house for dinner"