Just Too Weak - part 7
by Plowjack


Rich walked beside his beautiful girlfriend along the wooded path. The path
was graveled and the woods well-manicured, all part of the Taylor family's
multi-acre estate. Rich's sweetie, Bonnie, was the daughter of a wealthy
family though Rich didn't really know where the money came from. The house
and grounds were lavish enough, but Bonnie drove a decent used car and
didn't dress or act like a rich kid. She was open-hearted and easy to like,
and the pair had friends in every clique in school.

Of course her best friends were the other girls on the track team. Bonnie
was a track star, the shot-put and discus her specialties. With her
leadership the team was headed for the state finals in a couple of weeks.
Rich had been 'spotting' her through her hard training, though he did more
watching and trying not to drool than he did helping her with the heavy
weights. Rich was more at home in the library than in the gym - he barely
lifted half of what Bonnie could do. Bonnie's grades were just as good as
Rich's, but physically she was his total superior. Rich had not only come
to terms with this fact, he found it hugely exciting. Nothing turned him on
more than to be helpless in Bonnie's arms as she worked him over with her
mouth and hands.

The path turned a corner onto a wooden stairway that climbed a steep grade.
As they climbed Rich hooked an arm around Bonnie's waist, but that was
awkward. He took her arm again and, as always, was amazed at its size and
firm thickness. When they had begun dating at the beginning of the school
year Bonnie had been several inches shorter and her unflexed arm had been
firm and thick. Since her birthday not long before she had experienced a
growth spurt and was now just a fraction of an inch shorter than Rich's
6'1". The approaching state games had her hitting the gym hard and even her
unflexed arm was now defined and hard. Rich traced her biceps and she
smiled at him as they reached a point where the stairs came to a landing
and turned up the hill.

Bonnie paused at the landing and flexed her arm hard under his hand. Her
muscles jumped into stony definition, biceps big as an orange but harder,
the back of her arm wide and hard. She pumped once and her arm rippled,
swelling and hardening even more.

Richie made a small growl of lust and felt his cock harden. He was wearing
the tiny cotton shorts that Bonnie had given him. They barely contained his
sizeable package. When they began the walk he had been rock-hard, cock held
upright in the waistband of his shorts. The walk had softened him a little
but now he strained the front of the shorts with his erection.

It was always like that now. He was totally helpless before his
girlfriend's body. Of course, she was so much stronger than him. She had
seduced him by overpowering him and arousing him. She had made him come in
his pants the first time they met, and had soon proven that she was both
too sexy and too physically powerful for him to resist. She was very pretty
- not model-beautiful, but cute and smiley, with irresistible lips, a 40-
inch natural chest, well-defined waist and huge, powerful hips and thighs.
She usually wore her thick blonde hair pulled back though just now it was
free, flowing down over her shoulders and down her back. She was dressed in
a long red skirt that rode low on her hips, exposing her hard, flat
stomach, and tight little t-shirt that looked like she might tear out of it
at any time. A pair of thick-soled platform shoes made her an inch taller
than him. She was big, beautiful and strong, and Rich was in love with her.
She could, and did, anything she pleased with her boyfriend's thin, soft
body, and her rough fun always had him slightly afraid - Bonnie was just so
strong, she could break him even by accident. Beyond that, Rich was wildly
excited by the mere thought of being this girl's lover. Though he still
felt a sense of humiliation, he was truly sexually excited by having a girl
be so much stronger than him. His fantasies about her, when he was alone,
his cock in his hand, were all about being weak and helpless in her strong
arms.

Earlier that day they had made love fully for the first time, losing their
virginity together. Bonnie had not been gentle. She never hit him but the
strength of her hands, the mass of her hips and thighs had crushed and
bruised his body. Her overwhelming excitement made her exploit the
difference between them and she had left him battered and sore, which only
seemed to arouse them both. After she had finished with him for the first
time she gave him to her amazon sister and her little hardbody girlfriend
to play with, and helped them use him hard. Then Katie had teased and
tormented him until he was rock hard again. Bonnie had rescued him from the
sadistic woman, and dressed him in the two tiny pieces of clothing he was
wearing - his legs, waist and arms bare, feet shoeless on the wooden
stairs. He didn't know where his own clothes were, but he didn't really
care - he trusted in Bonnie's love for him.

Now, as they stood on the landing of the long stairs he clutched Bonnie's
hard arm and pressed himself against her, his cock rubbing against her
side. The blonde girl reached down and gripped his cock, feeling it twitch
and swell in her hand.
"Oh Richie," she giggled, "I enjoyed you so much. Your soft little body and
great big cock are just perfect!" Richie blushed and his eyes fell to the
ground, but his hips slowly rocked, responding to her firm hand. He felt
her lips kissing his cheek as she slipped her arm from his hands. She
turned to face him and pulled him to her with one arm, while she arranged
his boner so that the top two inches were held in the waistband of his
shorts. She put a hand on his ass and and ground his cock against her
mound, spreading her legs a little and almost pulling him between them. Her
other hand stroked his cheek and lifted his chin. She kissed him sweet and
long, and was shocked to find tears on his cheeks when she drew back.
"Richie, sweetie, what's wrong?"
"I'm scared, Bonnie," he answered, his voice a whisper. "Bonnie, do you
love me?"
The two young lovers had often declared their love for one another, and now
Bonnie wrapped Rich in her big arms and pulled him to her even more
tightly. He ran a hand over her broad back and rested against her, loving
the feel of her soft bosom over her iron chest.
"Of course I love you, Richie," she said softly, "I just lost my virginity
with you ...  of course I love you!"
"That was ...  wonderful," he said, "and then you let your sister and Katie
rape me, and hurt me ...  and ... " he began to cry, and Bonnie held him close, and
chuckled.
"Oh Richie, we share everything - my sisters and my Mom and our family and
me. You're mine now, Richie, and that has some challenges and a lot of
benefits."
"Benefits?!" Richie sputtered.
"Well, little boy, how many other kids do you think had their cock worked
over by three women since school let out? And Richie," she went on,
beginning to dance him about the landing, swinging him gently in her arms
under the trees, "if I end up keeping you, like I want, you'll never have
to worry about money. We're totally wealthy, and we can spend our time
doing whatever we want."
"But, don't your parents work and stuff?"
"Dad teaches at a private college, but only because he wants to. Mom lets
him because it makes him happy," Bonnie put her hand under his butt and
lifted him, still dancing and kissing his cheeks.
"She ...  lets him?" Richie was still on the verge of tears, so afraid of where
his lust (his love ... ) was leading him, so excited that his cock was
twitching against his girl's belly.
"Of course, honey; Dad's a total slave to my mother. C'mon, you've seen
them. Dad's very handsome - he was a distance runner in school - and he's
brilliant, actually, but he can't stand up to Mom. I mean, she could break
him in pieces, but she's mentally so much bolder and harder - Dad's just a
soft little thing compared to her, and they both know it."
Bonnie set him down and pressed his face to her lips, kissing him in
detail, and testing the hardness of his cock with her fingers. She purred
to feel his stiffness, and she played with the tip as she put her lips on
his and said, "Just like us, Richie."
"But ... " Richie began, then felt his knees weaken as she thumbed his tip.
"Yes ... ?"
"Katie says you'll make me into a dolly, and make me dress like a girl, and
make me forget how to read and fuck me in the ass with a big dildo and make
me suck coooock!!" He babbled, pouring out his fears.
" ... but I don't want to wear frilly dresses or be a girl and I don't want to
suck cock!"

Bonnie laughed, and once again hoisted Rich, easily handling his 160 lbs
until he was held like a child in her arms. This always made him feel like
a complete weakling, as though he were half of his 6'1" height, in the
mighty arms of a giant woman. This feeling always excited him, and his cock
strained against the elastic of his shorts. Bonnie got her hand between his
legs and pulled his shorts down, his 10" cock slapping his stomach. She
arranged him comfy in her arms and stroked and squeezed as she began
carrying him up the steep stairs.
As she walked, she cooed, "Oh Richie, you're my little dolly already; so
little and weak. Aren't you my soft little dolly, honey?"
" ...  yes, Bonnie, but ... "
"No buts, Richie. You're just my little dolly, so slender and pretty, and
you must do whatever girls tell you, because girls are big and strong and
smart. Now Richie, say 'I'm a weak little dolly for girls to play with' "

Richie quietly repeated after her as she worked his cock. He had come twice
in the last two hours so he didn't worry much about breaking Bonnie's rule
and coming without her permission. She made him repeat it twice more as he
floated in her strong arms, waves of pleasure filling him as she played
with him.
"Yes, that's right, dolly," the blonde amazon murmured, "your soft little
body and great big cock are just toys for girls. My toys, Richie. I own you
now, Richie, just like Mom owns my dad. I own your cock and your heart and
your feeble little frame. Say 'I belong to Bonnie', Richie."
He repeated it softly, then threw his arms around Bonnie's neck and covered
her face and neck with kisses, whispering over and over that he loved her,
that his cock belonged to her, that he was her toy.
"Just please, please don't make me have sex with a man, Bonnie ...  please!"
"Oh Richie," she laughed as they reached the top of the stairs, "that was a
nice little workout." She sat him down onto his feet, again handling him
like he weighed nothing, and stretched and flexed. Richie threw himself
against her to caress and kiss her muscles, now almost completely empty-
headed with lust.
"OK Richie," she said, "I won't make you, for now - maybe you'll change
your mind. But I'm going to give you some pretty things to wear for dinner
- you want to be pretty for me, don't you?"
"Do I have to dress up as a girl?"
"I'm not going to put you in some frilly sissy dress, Richie," she said as
she tucked his cock back into his shorts, tip still showing above the band
as she squeezed him stony hard. "I just want you to be sexy hot for me to
show off to me family."
"Show me off?"
"Sure, Richie. You're my little toy, my little love. You're mine now. I
want to show everyone how soft and handsome you are, how docile and sexy.
You're just so perfect, Richie, I want the women to enjoy you and now how
sweet you are. We'll have a little ceremony, too, since this is a big night
for me."

This all made Richie feel rather good as he looked up into Bonnie's big
blue eyes. Did she own him now? The thought of being 'hers' seemed to bring
him a sense of comfort and produced a wave of sexual excitement. It was
true that his cock had gotten more attention in the last hours than in his
whole life before today. Of course he had been scared, and crying like a
little girl for part of it, but even the thought of Katie's hard hands and
huge bosom made his cock twitch.

Bonnie watched her boy's reaction. She could tell his mind was working,
eyes flicking from side to side and finally coming to rest on her face. His
tongue ran over his soft, open lips, his eyes dark and glistening as a
blush colored his cheeks.
He said "OK Bonnie, you can dress me however you want."
"I'm so glad Richie," she laughed, "I didn't want to have to force you.
Then I'd have to put you in frilly sissy clothes with a big pink bow in
your pretty hair."
They both laughed aloud at that as Bonnie put him down on his bare feet
again. Richie made a funny curtsey, pulling out the sides of his little
shorts. He stepped to her and hugged her hard, pressing himself to her
body, and rubbed his erection against her.
"That's right baby, you keep that nice and hard for the women at the
house," she said, and reached down to squeeze it, feeling it swell in
response, "I'll help you if you want."
"I don't need any help, Bonnie, as long as I'm near you," he responded, and
she kissed him, then took his hand and began to lead him up the final
flight toward the house's back yard.
"Well, you won't have to stay hard during dinner. It's not like my dad goes
around hard all day. Of course he can get hard on command ... " her voice
trailed off, "but it's not like you stay hard in school all day."
"I don't have all these beautiful women in school keeping me hot, Bonnie,"
he answered, smiling up at her.
"Oh come on, I've seen you chatting with Amanda Barnes. She's a cheerleader
- she's even got muscles."
"Amanda?!" Rich said, surprised, "she's in my history class, and she does
seem to like me, but she's not so bright. I mean, she's pretty, but she
seems so puny and thin - not strong like you."
Amanda Barnes was considered the hottest girl in school, and Bonnie was
delighted to hear Richie dismiss her voluptuous looks. It was one more
strand in the invisible ropes that bound her lover to her, all just as the
women of her family had taught her, ever since she was old enough to pin a
grown man to the ground. Tonight she would finish it, tying the knot tight.

They arrived at the top of the stairs and walked along the paved,
landscaped path to the pool. The house was a modern affair, with solid wood
beams, a wide slanting roof and large windows. Richie had been there for
dinner many times. Now he thought about how the family had seemed. Bonnie's
dad, Jack, was away fairly often, his job being an hour away. When he was
home he obviously deferred to his wife, now that Rich thought about it.
They were natural and sweet together, displaying affection freely, but they
made no secret of the fact that she was stronger than him, and in charge of
the house - he often called her 'boss'. Even at Bonnie's 16th birthday she
had carried her husband around the deck, with everyone relaxed about it.
Then the Taylor women had taken him to their lair, and Bonnie's had let her
mother and sister humiliate and sexually use him, though they left his
virginity for Bonnie's fun. It had been almost three months since then,
Bonnie had grown two inches and 25 pounds, and he was prepared to admit
that he wanted to be exactly the little toy that Bonnie obviously enjoyed.
He was keeping his cock stony hard (he gave it a little squeeze, and Bonnie
chuckled sweetly) both because he wanted his girl's approval and because he
was afraid of her. This made him humiliated, afraid, confused and choked
with lust. What if the kids at school found out? This made him shiver, and
even challenged his hard-on, but then he thought about what Bonnie would do
to anyone who threatened him, and he felt warm and safe. He leaned over and
kissed Bonnie's hard shoulder, and she squeezed his hand firmly. She knew
that even feeling the hardness of her hand made Rich hot, and she was
right, his cock throbbed. Now as they came to the door of the house he
realized he'd be seeing Bonnie's dad and mom for the first time since he'd
had sex with their daughter.

He needn't have worried. They were greeted with cheers and small applause.
To Richie's surprise there was a small crowd present, including Mr and Mrs
Taylor, Jane and Katie and three women, two obviously family amazons but
one tiny and soft-looking. Bonnie led him into the room and her mom kissed
her on the cheeks and Rich nicely, on the mouth. Her dad gave Bonnie a big
hug and shook Rich's hand.
"Welcome to the family, boy - good luck."

"The family ... " Rich mumbled, then found his tongue, and shook Mr Taylor's
hand firmly and said "I'm in love with your daughter, sir."
This brought a gale of laughter and cheers again, and Jack Taylor laughed
quietly. He drew close to Rich, still holding his hand in a hard grip, and
said, "The good news for you is that she seems to be in love with you as
well. I don't have to make any manly speeches about protecting my daughter.
I'm sure you know what she could do to you."
"Yes sir" Richie said, blushing.
"He sure does," chimed in Jane, Bonnie's lesbian sister, five years older
than her. Katie, her hot little girlfriend, laughed along. "Bonnie made
hamburger out of the little sissy!"
"Hey, be nice!" Bonnie said, and pressed Rich's blushing face to her bosom,
taking him in her arms, "He's very hot, juicy hamburger when I'm done with
him."

"I just bet he is," said a deep musical female voice. A huge, mature woman
stepped up to slap Mr and Mrs Taylor on the back and kiss Bonnie on the
cheek. She ran a hand over Rich's cheek and said, "Look how pretty and
soft ...  Bonnie, he's very nice." The woman must have been 6'6" in her
stocking feet, and she wore heavy boots with 4" heels, making her a
towering giantess.
"He's very nice indeed, Auntie," Bonnie said "Richie, this is Mom's sister,
Sigrid - you will call her Aunt Sigrid, and remember the rules."
"Hello Aunt Sigrid," Rich said, looking up. There was gray in Sigrid's hair
and some lines on her face, but her body was slim-waisted and firm, though
with plenty of padding. She gently pulled Rich's face away from Bonnie and
said "Let me see his cock, Bonnie. Is he hard?"
"Of course, Aunt Sigrid, I'm always hard," Richie said proudly.
This brought a fast slap with a huge hand from Sigrid. "Shut up dolly, I'm
talking to a woman."
Bonnie immediately stepped up and gathered Rich into her arms.
"Don't you start, Sigrid," Bonnie's mom said, "Be kind to the boy, he's had
a big day already. Bonnie, has Richie stayed hard?"
"Strip, boy," Bonnie said casually.
Despite a raging heat in his face and chest, his conditioning made him
strip. He stood before 'family' and strangers naked, but proud that his big
cock still stood well above half-mast. His body was covered in small,
finger-grip bruises, and Sigrid ran her fingers softly over the marks on
his chest. Bonnie stepped behind him and pulled his face back by the hair,
kissing him hard. She reached around and pressed and squeezed his bruised
nipple. She whispered, "make it stand up for me, little boy." Rich's hips
flexed, and his cock rose several inches toward his belly. Again to his
amazement, this produced a round of applause and cheers.

Sally Taylor, Bonnie's beautiful amazon mother, clapped her hands, and
raised her voice, "Alright folks, let's get ready for the feast, and there
will be time for everything. Richie, I have everything arranged with your
mom - you'll be staying over tonight, under my supervision. Bonnie, get him
ready." She turned and left the room, and the other followed, going out
different doors from the big living room into which they had come.

Bonnie took Richie by the hand, her fully dressed and him naked and
bouncing. "Come on honey," she said, and led him out through the living
room and into one of the several halls of the mansion. The place was
remarkable - Rich had never seen so much real oak and real marble and
granite. There were many mirrors of various kinds on the walls, but many
other kinds of art as well. Some pieces were plainly images of powerful
women with weapons or in sexual positions with smaller men, but there were
many other sorts of rare and interesting art as well. The lighting was low
and subtle, and they walked quickly down a short flight of stairs to a
door. Bonnie led them in and turned on the lights, to reveal a large bed-
and-sitting room. They entered into a small TV area with three overstuffed
chairs, and beyond that was a big desk and bookshelf. On the other wall was
a rack of weights and dumbbells and a large exercise mat. Bonnie closed the
door behind them (and locked it ... ) then released his hand and went over to
pick up a pair of heavy dumbbells. "We have to get dressed, Richie, but I
want you all excited ...  come undress me while I pump up a little."

Without hesitation Rich stepped to her and ran his hands over her arms as
she pumped a few times with the 35 lb weights. Her heavy muscles bunched
and swelled, and Rich let himself melt against her chest, pressing his lips
to her neck and getting his hands under her shirt in the back. He slid his
hands over her broad back and shoulders, and even over her head, both
giggling about getting it done while she worked the weights with her arms.
She transferred one weight, and with both weights in her hard hand she let
Rich run his hand up her flexed arm to get the sleeve off, then did the
same, pumping her left arm with the 70 pound weights as he stripped her
upper body. She tossed the weights into the mat with a clang and hit a full
flex for Rich, raising her bosom on her chest and tightening her armored
abs. Rich ran his mouth over her body, moaning and pressing his cock
against her thigh as he slid to his knees. With no further ado he untied
her wrap skirt and pulled it away, then threw his arms around her massive
hips and thighs and pressed his lips to her pantied mound.

"You're getting bold, Richie," she laughed, pulling his head away by the
hair. "Take those panties off." With her hand painfully holding his hair he
pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them, and out of the low
heels. She lifted him to his feet by the hair and one arm, and told him to
put the panties on.
"What?!" he squealed, "you promised, Bonnie."
"Promised what?"
"That you wouldn't dress me like a girl."
"Richie, you have to just obey me - I know better than you - just put them
on, I want to show you something."
Rich pulled the panties on, up to his waist. He let go, and they fell right
off of him. He caught them and raised them again, but they were never going
to stay up.
"See Rich, your ass is so much smaller and weaker than mine, you can't even
wear my panties," she said, stepping to him and wrapping her arms around
him, letting the panties fall to the floor. She kneaded his ass with one
hand and purred "You're my soft little sweetie, aren't you, boy?"
"Yes, Bonnie ...  you're soooo beautiful and strong." And she could tell he
meant it, despite all that was happening to them ...  to him; he looked at her
with the purest awe and love and lust. She ran a finger up the bottom of
his dick and walked him back past the weights, past her huge low bed to a
vanity table in the back corner. This was plainly her dressing space - bits
of clothing were hung over chairs and screens, her jewelry on the table.
She pulled two solid wooden seats up to the mirror and told him to sit
down.

Bonnie began to play with the makeup she talked. She applied a little rouge
to her big hard nipples. The
"Did Katie say anything about witches, Richie?" she began, making Rich
mutter incoherently until Bonnie reached over and put her hand on his neck.
She squeezed hard, and he answered quickly, "Yeah, she did - she had some
wild story about you all being in some cult."
"Well, it's sort of true. Our family has always had our own religion, our
own ways - ever since that ancestor Mom told you about, long ago. We have
our meetings and our Goddess and our little ways, and since you're going to
be mine, you're going to be a part of it all."
Richie had the sense to be silent as he absorbed this further shock. He had
never been religious, but he had read all the fun stuff in the magazines
about witches, 'the occult' and all that 1970's jazz. The mention that he
was going to belong to Bonnie simply slid by as accepted, and he found
himself asking,
"So, do you worship the Devil?"
"Everybody's first dumb question Richie. The Church is full of shit about
the nature of the old religions - we worship a Goddess from ancient days -
Maeve the Mighty, a warrior and sorceress of unquenchable sexual power. We
are the way we are because of the blessing of Maeve, and we thank her in
our rituals."
"I thought we were having dinner ... " Richie said.
"We will, and that will be the beginning of the night - then we'll prepare
you for your initiation, and ... "

"Initiation?!"
"Let me be clear, boy - tonight we will make you the slave of the Goddess,
like all men. You're already my slave, aren't you, dolly?" she asked.
"Yes, Bonnie."
"Then it's the same - if you want me, you want the Goddess."
He thought about this for a while, and she was delighted to hear him reply,
tentatively, "Yes, Bonnie."
"You see, Richie, this is why we've trained your cock so well - not just
for me, but for the coven. The Goddess has no use for a limp cock. Now
here, let me pretty you up," she said, reaching for him and again squeezing
his neck, pulling him from the chair to kneel before her in hers. He yelled
a little, and even struggled, as he knew she liked, but she just laughed at
him, and quickly worked his arms and torso between her legs, trapping him
while leaving both her hands free. She reached for the lipstick, and Rich
howled, but she just grabbed his neck again and squeezed until he stayed
still, then painted his lips and nipples bright red. She kissed him hard,
working the lipstick, and then applied a smudge of shadow with her thumb on
his eyelids. All the while he ignored his whining, making little sounds of
comfort and kissing him sweetly while squeezing his body and pinning his
arms with her heavy legs. Then she brushed his hair, which made him calm
down, as he enjoyed the sensuality of her hands in his hair, then released
him and turned him to face the mirror.

Richie actually thought he looked good - painted and exotic, but the dark
eyes went with his dark hair, and the lip color seemed just an enhancement
of his full red lips. Bonnie had no makeup on her face - her lovely high
color and perfect lips needed nothing more than the bit of red she had
taken from Rich's mouth. She stood, and told Richie to wait, as she went to
a cupboard and brought out a flimsy garment made of sheer red cloth, see-
through in every place. She stood Richie up and helped him slip his arms
into the slender sleeves of the robe, then she buttoned the two buttons.
The 'bodice' of the robe frames his chest, round and open, revealing his
tits, while the 'skirt', which reached to his ankles, flared away from the
bodice, leaving his cock and the front of his legs completely uncovered. It
would have been a fairly cool garment if it had been leather over some
pants and a shirt. As it was it looked mainly like a negligee.

As he studied his reflection, Bonnie dressed herself, or rather put on some
decorations. She pulled up a very short skirt made of soft black leather,
which barely covered her ass. She wore heavy silver bracelets covered with
strange symbols and thick bronze rings on her biceps and around her neck.
Her body needed little adornment - her perfect bosom and heavily muscled
limbs were beautiful. The ornaments made her look hard and strong, which
made Rich feel hot and soft everywhere except his cock.

"Come with me, Richie," Bonnie said, again extending her hand.
Richie walked over to her, head lowered, looking at her from under his
lashes, and put his arms around her. He said "Would you carry me,
sweetheart?"
Bonnie felt her heart swell at this display of submission and weakness from
her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard, then
put one hand under his butt and said "Oopsie ... " and lifted him to her hip.
"Wrap those pretty legs around me, dolly, and let's go to dinner."