Just Too Weak, Part 8
By plowjack
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This story carries directly on from part 7, continuing the tale begun in part
5 - one long evening for Richie and Bonnie.

Bonnie carried Rich easily on her hip, out of her room and away from the main
room of the house, to a flight of stairs leading downward. The lighting was
indirect and the stairs were steep, and Rich felt like he was in a moment of
twilight. His body was entirely surrendered to his pretty girlfriend ... he
guessed, now, his lover. He was naked, in a little negligee, or something, as
his nearly-naked sweetheart carried him to "dinner" with her family. She
supported his slender frame without apparent, even though she stood a fraction
of an inch shorter than him. She must be more than half-again his weight by
now - 6'1", 250 pounds if she was an ounce, though she never admitted her
weight to him. She could tear him to pieces with her hands if she wanted, but
this little spice of fear was more than balanced by his lust and love for her.

Now he nuzzled her neck, and rubbed his cock against her side, keeping it hard
as he was required. He told Bonnie he loved her, and she turned and kissed him
quickly, concentrating on negotiating the cement stair in her 2" heels. They
went down two flights and turned again, and came to an open door. She carried
him out into a garden under the sky, surrounded by high walls. Rich was amazed
at what this layout must have cost. He had no idea that a space like this
existed in Bonnie's family home. There were small trees in a perimeter before
the wall, and then a floor of fine gravel, with planters, several benches and
a fountain. The whole 'room' must have been 50 feet around. In the center was
a small pavilion, taking perhaps half the space, which was roofed. It was
draped in colored, patterned cloth, and voices were coming from within.

The curtain drew back as they approached and they entered what was plainly a
dinner party. There was a ring of low tables and cushions, occupied by almost
a dozen people. There were two men and about nine women, including Katy with
Bonnie's sister. Mr and Mrs Taylor were there, Aunt Sigrid, another female
couple with a thick, stony-looking woman and a tiny feminine girl, and a
couple he didn't know ... wait, was that Thom? Hell, it was a well- known
track athlete from a senior class well ahead of Rich. He was held in the arms
of a big redhead who was probably ten years older than him, looking every bit
as lust-soaked as Rich felt. Two young women seemed to be sitting alone, both
dark-haired and certainly as tall as Bonnie, if not as thick. Standing at two
pillars were slight little men, naked except for skirts open at the front,
also with fairly slight erections on display. Again there was a small round of
applause as the two entered, and Sigrid introduced all the guests, then
directed them to their seats. She set him down and they walked around the
ring, his cock still bobbing in the air. They sat down on thick cushions,
arranging themselves crosslegged, and he cuddled next to her, as she kept him
hard.

That seemed to be the norm, and he saw Mr Taylor actually sitting in his big
wife's lap, though he was the taller, as she kissed him and stroked him. Thom
was wrapped in the redhead's (Lois) arms, and seemed to be keeping himself
pressed against her forearms. The other couples were casually fondling, and it
all had a by-the-way atmosphere, and they snacked on the nuts and apple slices
at their tables. They poured soda water with just a dash of wine in it for the
youngsters (which seemed to include the two single girls, (Jaqui and Wendy)
who were chatting casually. The women wore nothing on their tops except
jewelry, and all had thick, muscular bodies and well-supported bosoms of
various sizes.

"I think I've arrived in heaven Bonnie," Rich said, and they laughed together.
"Actually, me too, boy," she said, and pulled his mouth down to her nipple.
"having my first dolly makes me a woman in our circle, and you've impressed
everyone, sweetie." "Your first?" "Sure, Richie - you don't think a woman like
me could go her whole life with just one lover, do you?"

"But, Bonnie - I love you?!" he whined, trying to rise but unable to move his
face from her breast. "Now Richie, you're not arguing with me, are you?" He
felt a small rush of fear - he didn't want a spanking now ... "No Bonnie," he
said, submissive. "I love you too, Rich, and for now you're all I need. Of
course I'll get a taste of your buddy Thom later, but you'll be getting plenty
too. We don't practice monogamy in any ordinary way here, boy, though I hope
you'll be a real partner to me." "So, your mom and dad ... " "Oh all the girls
like dad - he's got those hard little muscles - he's a stud, not a dolly." Do
you ... ?" he began, too horrified to conclude the thought. "Oh no," she
quickly said, "that we don't do - though, you're not related to mom - she may
decide to use you. I know she likes pretty boys. I know Aunt Siggie's going to
want a piece of you" She began to feed him grapes, and pulled him tight
against her for a kiss. She dragged him into her lap and crushed his lips with
hers, working one bruised tit with her hand, and soon she had her legs wrapped
around his chest, pinning his arms as she stroked his face.

The little men brought dinner around, a nice serving of chicken breast and
vegetables, Bonnie made them put it all on her plate and fed him little bits,
as she ate heartily. "I'm taking all the protein, Richie," she said, as she
fed him a tasty bite of spiced potato, "I need the muscle, and you don't." She
patted his tummy, reed-slender but soft, and smiled. She said, "We don't want
you getting plump, Richie," she fed him a piece of broccoli, "I think you
shouldn't eat as much. It's silly for you to have those tiny little muscles.
If you lose ten pounds you'll be so sleek and sexy." "But Bonnie, I worked
hard to get stronger," Richie said, still helpless between the girl's huge
thighs. "But you didn't get strong, Richie, did you," she asked. "No Bonnie
... " he said quietly "Your little muscles stayed puny and weak, and when a
girl wanted you, she could just take you, right?" "Yes Bonnie." "So, it
doesn't matter. You don't need those puny little muscles. I'll protect you
like I did yesterday, and you'll be my soft little sweety, right?" "Yes
Bonnie."

Next to them sat the older woman, Martha, and her little date. As Rich and
Bonnie dined, he watched the older woman and her slim date. Martha looked like
she was carved from stone, her chest nearly flat, pecs like square cuts of
granite. The girl with her seemed more ordinary than anyone here, with long
brown hair and a pretty, made-up face. She was thin and soft- looking, without
a trace of muscle in her arms. Martha had introduced her as Patti. Patti
plainly adored Martha, stroking her chiseled arm and pressing against her for
small kisses as they ate. Patti wore a totally sheer little garment that
exposed little tea-cup breasts. Patti spoke only in whispers until she had a
few glasses of wine. Richie noticed, then, that her voice was low, and her
hands rather large.

Rich quietly asked Bonnie, and she laughed out loud. "Yes, Richie, Patti is a
boy." The women nearby chuckled and Patti looked over at him and said, "Of
course I'm a boy; I'm Miss Martha's little dolly." Patti's manner was totally
feminine, and he made a little kiss with his lush red mouth, making Richie
blush scarlet. "Oh he's pretty, Bonnie," the little boy purred, "he's yours,
isn't he?" "Ask him, Patti," Bonnie said. Are you Bonnie's dolly, Richie?" she
asked. Richie reddened again, but Bonnie tightened a hand on his thigh, and he
said "Yes, Patti, I'm Bonnie's dolly." Martha chuckled as Bonnie pulled him to
her for a long kiss. As always since Bonnie had grown he felt little in
Bonnie's broad arms. Teenaged hormones took over and they sat necking for a
few minutes. When they looked up it seemed they had started something. Patti
and Katie were both in the laps of their women, and Jack Taylor was on his
knees being kissed and fondled by his amazon wife, her arms and shoulders so
much thicker and heavier than his as he clung to them.

Suddenly Aunt Sigrid rapped on the table with the flat of her hand and loudly
said, "Alright, children, save that for later." The couples came up for air,
Bonnie pulling Rich's face away from her, holding his hair. They went back to
eating, Bonnie letting Richie sit up, and making him a little plate of
vegetables.

"Bonnie," the little dolly said from his seat next to them, "if Richie's a
dolly why is he so big and strong? I think he's a stud." Richie made some
choking sound, and Bonnie drew his head down to her shoulder. "Because I like
big, strong cocks, Patti," Bonnie answered, gently stroking rich's member. It
sprang instantly to straining hardness. "Richie has a great big hard cock,
Patti. Just because he's pretty and weak, just a little dolly, doesn't mean
he's not a man when I let him be." Bonnie took Rich's balls in one big hand
and quietly said, "Now that you've decided to show off you can just keep that
up like that - and don't you dare to come, dolly, boy."

Aunt Sigrid heard her, two tables away, raised her eyebrows and said, "Does
that work, Bonnie? Is he trained?" "Actually, he's trained pretty well," Judy
piped in from across the circle.

Bonnie kissed him sweetly, and said "He stayed hard for hours earlier today,
before I took him. Even then my first orgasm didn't make him completely soft."

"Let me have him, Bonnie," Sigrid said, standing up from the table. She wore
only a short leather skirt and piles of gold jewelry on her 6'6" frame. "Aunt
Siggie, you have to promise not to hurt him, and not his mind either," Bonnie
said, as she scooped him up and stood smoothly, overpowering him
thoughtlessly. His 160 pounds were no issue for the young athlete as she
carried him and handed him to the older, much larger, woman. Bonnie kissed him
gently and said to Sigrid, "he's very soft, and I mean to keep him, so please
don't mess him up."

"All right, Bonnie, I'll be careful," Sigrid said as she gathered Rich into
her arms. She was the biggest woman Rich had ever seen, and she bounced him in
her arms until he lay against her pillowy bosom. "You're a big boy, aren't
you?" she said, as she settled him in the crook of one arm, resting on one hip
and her hand. "I'm kind of tall, ma'am," he murmured ... he never felt big any
more. "Not tall like me, though are you?" she said, and walked with him out of
the pavilion, through the silken curtains. Outside there was moonlight and the
sound of insects. "You're just a puny little dolly boy, is all. Let me see
that pee-pee you're so proud of." She took his 10" rock-hard cock in her hand.
Her eyebrows raised as she gripped it firmly, squeezing its hard girth as she
strolled around the outside of the pavilion carrying him in one arm. He
snuggled back into her arm and couldn't keep from thrusting into her hand.he
threw one arm around her thick neck, and gripped her forearm with the other,
his hand barely reaching half-way around it. Sigrid's body was huge and
well-padded, still nearly all muscle. Around her neck was a big golden chain
with a variety of coins and charms, on her wrists she wore heavy cuffs of
silver with unusual patterns on them. She carried him to a broad wooden bench
under a shrubbery with the moonlight shining in, and sat down with him in her
lap.

"Do you want my breast, baby?" she asked, softly, and pressed his face into
her broad bosom. Her breasts hung low, but they were round and firm. She
flexed her chest and they rose on thick layers of muscle, pressing a nipple
toward his face. "Go ahead, little boy," she said softly, and Richie pressed
his face against her and began to suck and lick. Sigrid continued to work his
cock and her face flushed with lust. "Aren't his lips nice, Auntie?" Bonnie
said. She stood on the pavilion, the silk curtains behind her, smiling. "Oh
they are, honey," she answered, "and he looks like you've worked him over
good. His arms look like you used a hammer on him." "Just my fingers, Aunt
Sig," Bonnie said, "Oh, and I guess Judy's knees when she rode his face. His
tiny arms are bruised where I crushed him when I came on him. His wrists just
get bruised up from me playing with him." "Are you going to come for me,
little boy?" Richie shook his head and murmured a negative. Sigrid worked his
cock harder then flicked the tip, making his slim hips buck and a small sob
escape. "Don't you like my titty, baby? Doesn't it feel good? Why won't you
come for Auntie?" Richie looked up from her breast. Sigrid's face was lined,
but still pretty, her lips more full than Bonnie's black hair flowing down her
shoulders. "Bonnie says no, Auntie." "Do you always do what Bonnie says,
dolly?" "Yes, Auntie." Both the women chuckled. His voice had been so small
and helpless. Sigrid scooped him up again and carried him into the pavilion,
but set him down at her table. Bonnie sat down and took her glass, smiling as
Sigrid stroked Richie's body. "Look at the little thing - he's been tenderized
by you girls." "He's just soooo soft, Sig," Bonnie's mom chimed in. "That's
why you're a dolly, Richie," Sigrid said, as she squeezed her way along his
body, pressing him into the cushions. "Boys with soft, smooth bodies, boys
with no more muscle than pretty little girls get to be toys for strong women.
Isn't that right, Bonnie?" "It sure is, Aunt Sigrid," the girl said, and then,
"Richie, tell Aunt Sig that you want to be her toy." Richie, blushed and made
some displeased sound, but Sigrid put a knee on his chest. Her hips were wider
than his torso as she towered over him and said, "Do what Bonnie says,
Richie." Richie grabbed at her thigh and seemed to try to push it away, but
his hands pressed into her huge muscles, and he squeezed, and said, "Wow." He
stopped struggling and she chuckled again. "You like that, dolly?" Richie
nodded lips moist and open. He said "I'd love to be your toy, ma'am." Sigrid
sat down next to him and flexed her right arm, producing muscle that seemed to
more than double the thickness of her arm. She was round and padded but when
Rich squeezed her arm with both hands it felt like she was smuggling a
football under her soft skin. Her triceps was like steel and as wide as his
hand as he caressed it.

Bonnie smiled over at her mom and sister. "That's got his attention," she
said, "He's a total slut for big muscles on a woman." "So true," Katy spoke
up. "He was fascinated by my big muscles." That brought laughter as she flexed
her hard little egg of biceps. "She totally ruled him at arm wrestling, too,"
Judy laughed.

Richie had managed to sit up and was kissing and squeezing Sigrid's flexed
arm. She smiled down at him and caught his neck in the crook of her arm.
"Settle down, little dolly," she cooed, "Richie is it true that tiny woman is
stronger than you?" "I ... um ... I dunno ... " Richie stammered. ("Now I'm
gonna hurt the little pussy," Katie said, though both Bonnie and Judy shushed
her.) "You don't know? Did she beat you at arm wrestling?" "Yes, Auntie." "Ask
him whether I got him hard by beating his weak little ass." "Is that true, did
Katie get you hard?" "Yes Auntie." "Even though she's little and weak?" "She's
not... I mean ... she's ... " "She's stronger than you, isn't she?" "Yes
Auntie," he finally said. Sigrid pulled him down across her knees with an easy
movement. She pinned his cock between her thighs, and said to Bonnie,
"Goddess, girl, he is big!" "Is he still hard, Aunt Sig?" Bonnie asked. "Like
a rock, dear," she said, and slapped his ass hard. "You lied to me, Richie,"
she growled and slapped his ass hard again, her huge hand warming both cheeks.
Richie pleased softly, but Sigrid's arm came down again with a loud smack.
Richie began to sob, but still holding quiet, not resisting. "Such a good
little boy," she said, reaching between his legs again. "Is he still hard,
Aunt Sig?" "Like a rock, Bonnie. She began to pump him again, holding his head
against her thigh with the other hand on his neck.

Rich was terrified, humiliated and crazed with lust. This huge woman made his
Bonnie seem like a girl. She had handled his body with one arm and reduced him
to a sniveling mess. He felt like his body was a mass of rags, with a hard
cock. He heard himself whimper as he pressed himself into her huge, tight
hand. He had no intention of coming and, with two huge orgasms behind him that
day, he felt like he could stay hard forever. Then Sigrid rolled him off of
her knees onto his back on the cushions. She gathered him into her arms again,
and he looked up at her as she laughed at his helplessness.

"Such a little weakling for someone your size, Richie." Sigrid wrapped a hand
around Richie's upper arm, over the bruises. Richie moaned as she pressed a
thumb into one bruise, and then worked her long fingers completely around his
flesh. "Very little," Bonnie said, "he tried lifting weights, but it didn't do
much - his little muscles just don't grow." "And look at his poor little
chest," Sigrid said, pressing a thumb into the bruises around his nipple. She
rolled his nipple between her fingers, and Richie sighed. "Oh he likes that,
Sig," Bonnie said, "and I do get rough with his little tits." Sigrid squeezed
his pec like a breast, and then took the other one in her hand. It had a
large, purple bruise that didn't look like lips had made it. "That's where
that mean little Katy punched him," Bonnie said. "Such a soft little
weakling," Sigrid murmured, kissing him hard as she worked his tits. "Just
like a pretty dolly, Aunt Sig," Bonnie replied. "I think you're right, dear.
Martha, bring your dolly over here."

Martha stood and pulled Patti to his feet. Martha was 5'10" tall, but broad,
thick and rock-hard. Her chest and abs were like sculpted steel, just a hint
of swelling in her square bosom. Her bare arms were veiny and huge, rippling
with muscle and her legs and sculpted ass were encased in tight sheer
stocking, with a leather garter with bright steel buckles. Patti, next to her
in a see-through rag of a blouse and a short skirt, seemed barely half of her
mass.

Sigrid set Richie on his feet and told his to stand straight and keep his cock
hard. Richie did so, flexing to make his cock stand high as he knew Bonnie
liked. "Alright, Martha, " Sigrid asked, "stud or dolly?" Martha gave him the
once over, walking around him, bouncing his erection, taking his thighs in her
hands and squeezing them until he squirmed. "It's a close call," she said in
her hard voice, "but he's a dolly. He just hasn't got any muscles. He's too
big in the cock to end up like little Patrick, though. Strip, Patti." With a
murmured "yes ma'am," the little fellow removed the woman's clothes to reveal
an upper body that reminded Richie of a thirteen-year-old girl. There was a
hint of broad shoulders, but no hint of muscle - Patti's arms were as thin as
Richie's wrists, shoulders soft, tummy rounded, waist tiny and supple. Patti
also had small, high b-cup breasts without a trace of sag. With his pretty
hair and make-up he made an attractive little woman. Then he took off his
little skirt to reveal a totally shaven lower body, with the tiniest penis
Rich had ever seen. "One of our friends met Patrick at a fetish ball in Vegas,
five years ago. He was so hot for big, strong women we made him a dolly right
away." She pulled his back to her, reached around and cupped his tiny
genitalia in her hand. She was rubbing and squeezing, as she said, "We let him
keep his job for a while, but we decided he'd be cuter as a girl-dolly. he's
only 5'4" tall ... " She poked and tweaked his little penis, but it just made
Patti squirm and moan a little - it didn't seem to get any harder. "We started
little Pat on hormones two years ago, along with a careful diet. He weighs
about 110 pounds now ... " "117 this morning ma'am," he piped up, rubbing his
butt against her thighs. "Oooo, no more cupcakes for you for a while,
cupcake," she said, patting the dolly's round tummy. "His little peepee
doesn't get hard any more, does it Patti? It's just a little piece of mush,
like you ... " She was pinching and squeezing his helpless little thing, and
he seemed to be enjoying it, writhing in her arms. "It was always too small to
bother with, and now his girl-shots have made him tinier than ever. He doesn't
make spurty little messes anymore, but he can still come, can't you, dolly?"

Bonnie stood before Richie and gripped his cock. "That's why you'll have to be
a good dolly, Richie. You want me to want your big-man cock, don't you?" "Oh
yes, Bonnie, please don't make me ... " "Then be a good boy, and I won't take
it away from you."

Once again Sigrid clapped her hands. "That's enough, people, it is time to
prepare ourselves. Now bring me the boy, Bonnie, and go and prepare yourself."
Rich was frightened, but very hot for the giant woman. So when Bonnie led him
by the hand, he was unresisting as she gave him to her aunt. Rich's hand was
dwarfed by the wide palm and long, graceful, steel-hard fingers of the older
amazon. Sigrid pulled his hand between her breasts, then took his other wrist
and brought it together with the first, between her deep breasts, pressing
them together at her sternum to hold his wrists tightly. She wrapped her arms
around him, pressing her breasts together hard and trapping his shoulders in
her arms. He might as well have been chained to a tree. Bonnie walked by them,
kissed his neck and said, "remember the rules, boy - I'll see you after a
while." Then she vanished out of the curtains.

Aunt Sigrid pressed Rich harder to her chest and he looked up at her. Her lips
were some 8" above his. Her face was still smooth, just a few lines of
character, and her mouth was thick, sensual and enticing, her large green eyes
bright under her cloud of black hair. She gathered him up, kissed him until he
gasped in her arms, then hoisted him into her arms and carried him away. They
left the pavilion and she carried him behind some shrubbery and through a door
into a room.

Low lights came on as they entered and Rich saw that the room was arranged as
a dungeon. The walls were covered in gold and black silk and electric sconces
gave red light. On one wall were racks of black implements - studded paddles
of all sizes, crops and whips, coils of rope and various clips and clamps. The
opposite wall held three large, black, X-shaped crosses, each equipped with
rings and straps. The wall opposite the door was mirrored. The floor was
expensively tiled in stone and in the center was a double-sized bed, low to
the floor, with rich bedding and a dozen cushions.

Rich watched their reflections as Sigrid carried him into the room and set him
on his feet. His thin body in its pretty see-through looked tiny as he stood
in front of the woman. Her shoulders and hips, her chest and thighs were all
wider than his - he would be invisible from behind her. As he watched she
reached around and softly pulled his little robe from his shoulders, firmly
caressing his body. "Look how pretty your are, Richie," she said in her sweet
alto voice. She reached down and squeezed his thighs then ran one hand up to
grip his long cock. Her other hand slid up to grab his butt. "You're still so
big and stiff, dolly. Your mistress has trained you very well." She bent
forward to kiss his neck and she began to work his cock. Her hands were dry
and smooth as she gently teased and stroked. "And you're so tall - we've never
had a dolly as big as you. Maybe Bonnie should let you be a stud." She cupped
and squeezed one tit, then took his right biceps in her hand and squeezed.
"No, you're too weak and soft to be a stud. Your tiny arm is just a joke, I
could break it between my fingers. Doesn't that hurt, dolly?" "Yes, Aunt
Sigrid." "Don't you want me to stop?" she asked, working his cock steadily.
"Ye ... er, no ... er ... please don't break my arm," he begged. "What a
little wimp," she growled as she pulped the flaccid muscle of his arm. "You
like it when I hurt you and work your cock, don't you?" Rich wasn't able to
produce a coherent answer to that. He looked up at the giant amazon, lips
parted, blue eyes moist and just murmured, "You're so sexy and strong, Aunt
Sigrid." "A very good, answer, dolly," she crowed, and she carried him to the
bed, dumping him heavily onto it, and standing before him.

Sigrid's 50-year-old body was amazing. Her huge breasts hung low but were as
round as soccer balls, covering most of her broad chest. At 6.6" she was
short-waisted, her legs making much of her height. They were thickly muscled,
thighs nearly as thick as Rich's tiny waist, her calves like softballs. Her
waist was trim, with some padding. Her shoulders were as wide as her huge hips
and they and her upper chest were armored with inches of solid muscle. Her
long arms were thick, with padding softening the definition but still rippling
with hard muscle. Her pretty face smiled as she raised her right arm and came
to sit on the edge of the bed with Rich, facing the mirror. She held out her
arm and rolled her wrist, making her forearm jump and ripple.

Richie scooted across the bed, drawn like a magnet to the steel of her arm. He
reached tentatively, and she said, "Go ahead, sweetie." He gripped her wrist,
fingers barely meeting around her heavy bones. He ran his hand over her
forearm and she flexed it, muscles jumping. "So hard," he said, awe-struck. He
put both hands around her unflexed biceps and squeezed. "There, baby, no flex
at all," she teased, "soft as a pillow, isn't it?" Rich squeezed, and laughed.
"Something funny, dolly," she asked. "I've never had a pillow made of solid
leather, Aunt Sigrid," He chuckled. He could squeeze her unflexed arm but the
thick muscle was dense and hard, her long biceps visible. "Make a muscle,
boy," she said. Groaning, Rich extended his right arm. Sigrid pulled his back
to her chest and gripped his wrist, pulling his arm out straight with her
right hand. "Pull hard, Richie, we'll pump you up a little." Rich pulled
helplessly against the big woman's grip. She watched as the puny teen's face
turned red with effort. His bruised bicep trembled like jelly as he tried to
pull. She bent his arm into a flex pose and asked, "Can you make a muscle,
honey?" She took his soft biceps in her thumb and finger from below and
watched as Rich covered his biceps with his other hand, made a fist and
flexed. He blushed again, and flexed, then took his hand away. She squeezed,
and his soft flesh responded a little, producing a little strap of muscle.
"That's pathetic, Richie. OOOooo, there a widdle baby muscle," she baby-
talked, "just a itty bitty bump. Here, look at this ... " Sigrid arranged her
arm behind Richie's and pointed at the mirror. "See boy, my unflexed arm is
bigger than your best 'muscle'. Now watch." She extended her arm and flexed
and a huge wall of muscle swelled behind Rich's puny arm. "You'll never be as
strong as a woman again, Richie," she purred, as she pulled him back into her,
between her legs, facing the mirror. She wrapped her legs around him, locking
her calves in front of him and crushing him into her groin. She reached down
and picked up a small bottle of oil. Resting her lips on his neck by his ear
she began to pour the oil over his chest. She muttered some words in his ear,
her tongue and lips distracting him from the strange language as she rubbed
the oil into him, playing with his chest. She squeezed his soft tits and
played with his nipples. His cock bounced and she growled. "Oh, you like that,
little girly doll, don't you. You like having a big, strong woman play with
your pretty breasts." She pinched his left nipple hard and he gasped and
grabbed her wrist. "You trying to fight me, little girl? You're much too frail
and weak to fight a woman like me." The big woman took his cock in one oily
hand and jacked it to full hardness. "Your one manly part is very nice,
Richie, but I'm going to turn it into worthless mush. When your cock is weaker
than your arm I'll give you back to Bonnie. She won't like it if you can't
stay hard, little boy - maybe if she likes your soft ass she'll still let you
touch her."

Rich whimpered and protested, terribly afraid of the punishment and
humiliation he would receive from Bonnie if he came without her permission.
She had conditioned him with spankings as she milked him, making him keep his
erection for hours. He had been mostly hard now since before they had come up
to the house, but Sigrid's huge, warm muscles and her fingers on his shaft and
tip made him whimper and buck. "Oh, that's just too nice, Richie," Sigrid
said, and through him down on the bed. She pounced on him and in a second had
engulfed his 10" member in her pussy. She simply let her whole weight press
him into the bed, and he felt her muscles working his cock, pulsing, as her
belly and hips rippled. She leaned forward and pounded him hard with five long
strokes of her clit along the length of his shaft. She came hard, her muscles
flexing upward from her mound, breasts lifting. Her pussy ground him like meat
and he came again in her, as she pressed him down. She made a satisfied
growling sound, as she pressed thumbs into his nipples and clamped herself
tight around the base of his member. Then she lifted herself from him,
gripping him tight as she went. She planted a knee on his chest and spread her
legs, then took a silver bowl from the bed-stand and held it below her,
streaming his come into the bowl. "There we go, little boy," she said. Then
she plopped her huge ass next to him, and took him under the arms, dragging
him once again into her lap. "I don't have to restrain you, do I dolly?" she
asked, as she gathered his wrists into one hand over his chest, her fingers
like steel cuffs. He seemed to struggle a little, and she smiled, then twisted
his arms savagely with her one-handed grip. "Answer me, pussy - do I have to
restrain you?" "I'll obey you, Aunt Sigrid," Richie said and a sly smile
crossed his lips. He began to struggle against her grip, his efforts clearly
not about effect it in the slightest, "but if you don't hold me, I might
escape. "Bonnie likes it when you struggle, eh? You kids ... " Sigrid held his
wrists easily as he thrashed on her lap, and she took the bottle of oil and
poured it onto his cock. She took it in her other hand and began to work it.
"Not quite soft enough, boy," she said. She released his wrists and grabbed
his neck, lifting his face to hers. She began to kiss him, licking and biting
his face and neck, while she worked on his cock.

It took her nearly 15 minutes to make him hard again. She had to press his
mouth hard to her huge breast, nearly smothering him before he stiffened, and
15 minutes later he still hadn't come. "Listen, sissy," the big woman growled,
"I'm going to make you come again. Do you want to come for Auntie?" "No,
please no," but his hips were thrusting into her big fist. His cock was only
about three-quarters hard, she guessed, and she kneaded and stroked hard.
"Your cock is already soft and weak, pussy. Soon there will be nothing left,
and then I'll be done with you. Maybe Bonnie will give you to little Katie to
play with."

She was surprised to feel him swell and harden in her hand. In another few
strokes he was coming again, gasping and whimpering. She twisted him sideways
to catch his semen in the silver bowl. His body couldn't produce much, but
Sigrid rang out every drop until his cock was just a squishy lump between her
fingers. "What a pathetic little thing," she said. She oiled her hand again
and began working him. He groaned and tried, ridiculously, to pull her hands
away. "Oh Richie, you don't want Bonnie to see you so limp and worthless. You
couldn't fuck a bowl of oatmeal with a weak little dick like this."

The thought of disappointing his love filled with Rich with fear and shame.
Over the last months he had lost most of what he thought of as his
'manliness'. He had begun to be proud of his body when he was working out, but
now he knew he was a weakling, unable to defend himself even against a much
smaller woman. His muscles were puny and weak, but he knew he was a wimp, too
- he just couldn't stand up to the aggression of a strong girl. Bonnie had
made him a slave, unable to resist her in any way. Bonnie had taught him that
his hard cock made him a man, but now this big amazon - who made him feel like
a wet rag- had reduced his cock to helpless mush. A cold chill of helpless
fear ran through him, and he tried to thrust into Sigrid's hand. The big woman
made a pitying sound and slowly squeezed his flaccis meat out of her slippery
fist until it flopped against his leg. She shoved him harshly to the floor and
stood up. She walked to the corner and pulled on a sheer black robe. "You'd
better hope you can stiffen up, boy. You know what happens to dollies with no
cocks?" She turned around, holding a huge double-headed dildo, "they get
turned into weak little girls." She spread her knees where she stood and
parted the black robe, to insert one end of the dildo into her pussy. The
other end stood 8" long, firmly held by her powerful cunt. She flexed her
loins and the dildo bobbed rhythmically as she worked it. She strode over to
him, towering above him, the dildo, making him tremble with fear. "Now I'm the
man, Richie. I have the muscles, and I have the cock. You're the little girl,
but since you belong to Bonnie, I won't rape you until you cry and bleed."

Richie was already weeping and sniveling, pumping his flaccid cock, without
result. His fright and shame became near panic as he was once again hoisted in
the giant woman's arms. She tucked him under her left arm and carried him
easily out of the door.

It was night now, the moon shining full overhead. As they approached the
pavilion Rich saw that the curtains were down and the tables had been cleared
away. A brazier held a small fire in the center and just then Martha, Jane and
Sally Taylor were sitting by the fire, singing a strange droning song. He
watched their naked beauty as they threw some powder on the fire, making a
flash and a puff of smoke.

On the edge of the pavilion the big college girl had Tom's head pressed
between her legs while Katy rode his cock. Tom's arms were held by his captor,
pulling his face into her crotch. Around the floor the others were engaged in
various sexual pleasures, or at least pleasures for the women.

Sigrid carried Rich to a point between the central fire and Bonnie's throne,
and dumped him on a carpet. She said "Oh regent of the Queen, I have brought
your lover. He is sweet and soft, and now he has no strength in his puny body.
His manhood has failed and I fear he cannot serve you. He is yours to do with
as you please."

At the edge of the circle a tall altar had been arranged. High atop it sat an
idol, cast in gleaming bronze; an image of a powerful, muscular woman, crowned
and naked, with a small man, slender and obviously fully arounsed, on her
thigh. The rest of the black-draped arrangement was covered with small flames
- candles and lamps of many kinds. Incense rose from a dozen burners, mingling
with the smoke from the central fire. At the base of the altar was a small
divan, low and sturdy and Bonnie sat upon it, on a throne of cushions. She sat
naked except for her jewelry, and cross-legged. She appeared entranced, eyes
half-closed. Arms resting on her knees. Deep breaths making her huge chest
rise and fall.

"Thank you, Sigrid," Bonnie replied, her voice unusual - deep, mature and
commanding, without a trace of giggly 16-year-old. "Now listen, man," she
said, her bright blue eyes focusing on Rich, "You have been brought into the
presence of the Goddess, to be made one of her toys. Because I am strong and
you are so pitifully weak you will be my slave and my pet. Is it your desire
to be my lover, little one?"

Rich had gotten to his hands and knees and sat back on his haunches, his hands
between his legs. He stared at Bonnie's body and rubbed his cock on his hands,
hoping to stiffen, and failing. In a moment he realized that he'd been asked a
question. He stammered, but answered, "Yes, Bonnie. I love you." "Straighten
your spine and get up on your knees," she commanded. He rose to his knees,
spreading his legs as she had taught him. He kept his hands between his legs
but her voice grew stern and cold as she told him to show her his cock. He let
his hands fall to his sides. He watched as Bonnie's face grew hard, seeing his
flaccid member. "You look pathetic, Richie," she said. She put her hands
behind her head and he watched as muscle swelled and hardened all down her
upper body, huge bosom lifting on her thick chest. "Don't you find me
beautiful Richie?" she asked. "Oh Bonnie," he whimpered, "you're so beautiful
and strong ... " "Then why are you soft, you little pussy? Did you come
without my permission?" Rich mumbled something and Bonnie commanded him to
speak clearly. "Please Bonnie, Aunt Sigrid made me! She's huge and so strong,
she made me! Please Bonnie, I'll get hard again for you, I'll stay hard ...
please ... please ... " he whimpered, tears of shame and fear on his red face.
His display brought little sounds of sympathy from the circle, "aw, how cute."
"look how scared he is ... " "I'll give the little thing something to cry
about ... "

"Listen boy," Bonnie growled, "you have five minutes to make yourself rock
hard for me." The women were giggling and commenting as Rich took his 5" of
limp meat in hand. Bonnie stretched sensually and worked her tits with her
hands, as the chanting droned on and the strange smoke filled the area. Five
minutes later Rich's eyes were glassy and his cock was still limp.

Rich watched in horror as Bonnie rose from her seat before the 'altar' and
strode toward him. Her hips swung and her firm breasts bounced as the muscled
in her thighs flexed, her face was grim, yet a little smile played on her
lips. Rich sank back on his haunches, still working his cock. From there he
looked up at his 6'1" girlfriend. She stepped close to him, toes nearly
touching his knees. He could just see her pretty face frowning above her round
bosom, as she loudly said, "Drop your hands, boy." He obeyed, and his cock
flopped onto his thigh.

Gripping his long hair, she pulled him roughly to his feet and made him stand
straight. "You want to be my lover, but you come here as a puny, limpdick
weakling." She suddenly reached around him, and hauled him off his feet.
Extending one steel leg she draped him head backwards over her hip, waist
crushed against her. His long legs dangled, feet just above the floor.

He heard a loud smack and his bare ass lit up with pain. Bonnie's hard hand
fell again and again. After a dozen stroked he began to sob. After another
dozen he gripped Bonnie's stony calf and pressed his face against it, his
tears running down her leg. After 30 hard strokes she set him back on his
feet, one hand lifting him by the hair and another gathering up his mushy cock
and balls. "You've been punished as you deserve, puny boy. Your cock is just
worthless meat like this, isn't it?" "Yes Bonnie." "Do you want to be a little
girl for us, or would you like to have your big cock again?" "Please Bonnie,
get me hard again. You're so beautiful and strong, I'll never come again
without your permission." "Then let it be so!" Bonnie said.

The sound of the chanting changed, becoming even stranger. The women began to
use the men harder, lust mounting in the circle, as Bonnie led Rich back to
the altar and sat down on the divan. She pulled him into her lap and held up
her breast, stroking his hair as he latched onto her nipple, the trembling in
his body calming.

Rich had completely submitted to Bonnie, and now he was thrilled to be
permitted to have her tit. He relaxed against her body as her hand stroked his
long brown hair. The chanting and incense filled his mind, and soon he cared
about nothing but the delight of her body and her sensuous voice as she said,
"My pretty little dolly, I love you so. Now you'll be my toy. Soon I'll give
you back your hard cock, but always remember that you are only a man when I
allow you to be. You can get hard only when I allow it. You can come only when
I let you come." She was working his cock skillfully, but still he failed to
stiffen for her. She made a disgusted noise and held him hard by the balls, to
the sound of laughter from the women. "Little weakling ... men are so puny.
You need woman's strength to make you hard. I'll give you just a little of my
strength, Richie. It won't do a thing for your little muscles, but it'll
harden up your good part, maybe better than ever. Now get your mouth off my
tit and listen to me!" She pulled his head away by the hair, and caught his
wide, wondering eyes with her bright blue gaze. "Richie, I made you a man, and
from now forward my man you'll be, as long as I desire you. You will serve me,
and serve the Goddess by serving me, as men have always done. You will serve
our bodies with yours, obeying any woman to whom you are given. In return you
will be kept and protected, loved by me, and taught the Ways. Now, Richie,
tell me the rules."

Rich's attention was now totally fixed on his beloved. He had begun by
delighting in her breast, so big and soft, but as she spoke his gaze had
drifted up over her muscled chest to her full, lovely lips and then to lock
with her blue eyes. Only then did he realize that she had asked him a
question. "First, always to obey any woman," Richie replied, his voice
trembling, "Second, to wear clothes only when allowed. Third," and here his
voice caught, and fresh tears fell on his cheeks, "Never to come unless you
allow it."

"And you, by your own free will, submit to these rules, submit to me, in body
and in deed?" "Yes, Bonnie" "Then I give you the blessing of the Goddess!" All
around Richie there arose a strange sound. The witches were humming and
intoning, women and men alike. The sound became a chord that drifted like the
smoke of the fire. It seemed to penetrate his mind, and his awareness narrowed
until Bonnie's bright blue eyes were all he could perceive. Bonnie stood with
him held easily in her strong arms and he once again felt as if he were
shrinking, his body becoming littler, weaker than ever. At the same time he
felt a heat in his groin, and his cock rose swiftly to full strength. "Here,
little one," Bonnie said and kissed him hard, raising him to her lips easily.
Then she placed him on the divan before the altar, his back against one of the
raised arms. She threw a leg over him and bent to kiss him hard, fondling his
stiff member. He watched as her pussy opened wide, and with one smooth thrust
she engulfed him whole length. He felt the muscles in her loins clamp down on
him like a fist. She growled at him not to come and began to thrust hard, the
muscles of her thighs preventing her from turning his hip-bones into gravel,
but his flesh took a beating as her legs and butt slammed his narrow body over
and over. In ten minutes she came twice on him, her pussy pulsing and
squeezing with crushing force. He withstood her orgasm for the first time, his
cock remaining stony-hard despite the waves of pleasure rushing through him.
With her second orgasm she gathered him into her arms and crushed him to her
bosom until his whole body felt like his cock - squeezed breathless in warm
darkness.

She sat back erect on his hips, and let her full weight grind his cock deep
into her. Then she stood up over him and slowly allowed his cock topull out of
her, until it slapped smartly against his belly. She swung her leg over him
and stood next to him. "I have claimed this dolly as my own. Let him be
welcomed among us, and come to no harm by us. I am family, and we share all
good things. Which of you would like to sample him?"

There was a long line.