Just Too Weak Pt 10: Last Day of School
by Plowjack



"Bonnie," he whined, "of course I can take care of myself."

"Don't be silly Richie," the big blonde girl said sharply, taking his books
from him. Each day she had been meeting Richie at his locker and carrying his
books, sometimes putting them in a backpack and actually carrying him through
the halls of the school or into the lunchroom. At first it had been a big
joke, with lots of laughter from the kids, but lately it had been making Rich
feel silly.

"I'm a grown guy, Bonnie, I don't need to be coddled and carried," he said,
but it didn't matter. Bonnie put one arm under his butt and smoothly lifted
his feet from the ground, pressing him against one big hip. Without thinking
he wrapped his long legs around her slim, hard waist, and she settled him on
one hip. She took his face in her other hand and kissed him hard and deep. She
felt his huge cock swell hard, as his elastic-waisted pants allowed it to poke
above the waistband.

"Stay hard, dolly," she commanded casually. Now he clung to Bonnie's side, to
prevent his raging hard-on from being visible to others. If she put him down
he'd be in public with his 10" dick straining his pants. He held on and
enjoyed the ride. He didn't have to hold tight to her; she used one big hand
on his butt to keep him pressed to her firmly as she strode down the corridor.
As usual, she was in solid shoes with 3" heels, standing 6'4". Her core was
inches thicker than Rich's waist, and he felt totally supported on her hip.
Without thinking he pressed his face to her shoulder, kissing the bare skin
below her sleeveless blouse.

"See, baby," she cooed, squeezing his butt, "you love being my baby boy, so
little and sweet. I worry about you Richie. You're too weak to defend
yourself, and you need me keep you safe."

"Bonnie, I can keep out of the way of trouble, and I'm not all that weak. I'm
only weak compared to a girl like you."

"Now you know that's not true, Richie," Bonnie said, as she walked down the
steps, still carrying her 6'2" lover, past snickering kids and out the door.
The school day was over, and Bonnie would now drive them home to her family's
mansion at the edge of town. Lately Bonnie had been parking at the far end of
the lot, and insisting on carrying Rich across the parking lot. Now she threw
the backpack over her shoulder then swung him into a cradle carry, bouncing
him against her thick bosom as she spoke quietly.

"Sheri's stronger than you, and Lois, and of course little Karen; she's 5'4"
and stronger than you. Tracey Conley, Amanda Barnes, any of the cheerleaders
could beat the crap out of you and of course any of the jock girls ... " she
was going on while Richie sputtered and protested.

"Amanda Barnes?" he scoffed, "she's built like a Barbie doll. No way she's
stronger than me."

"Don't be silly, Richie, she's got 20 pounds of muscle on you. She throws
girls on her team that you couldn't lift. You're a pretty man, Richie. I want
you safe from all those women. You need to feel safe at my bosom, baby, safe
in my big strong arms."

"I do feel safe, Bonnie, and I love you so much. But I can do things for
myself, stand up for myself."

"I don't really think so, honey," she said, as they arrived at the car. She
set him down by the door and he quickly slid in, his cock sticking out above
his waistband. She got in and they drove off. Richie loved even watching her
drive, her thick arms gently rippling with the small motions.

"No, I just don't think you can stand up for yourself. In fact, I mean to take
you away for the summer, to one of our family camps in the woods."

"What?"

"Sure, we'll walk in the woods and learn stuff. I'll get a bunch of physical
training and you'll learn music and dance. We'll both start really learning
the secret skills, the stuff that makes our family religion work. And you'll
be mine all mine, to play with just the way we like. You'll be safe from the
mean kids in this town, and I'll have you as my total dolly toy." She reached
over to grip his cock, squeezing along its length. She said "I want you all
the time, boy."

"But Bonnie, we could have a great time here this summer. You're the champ,
and we'll get invited to every party." Rich still had dreams of 'popularity',
and was still totally high on being the lover of one of the most popular girls
in school.

"There's nothing at those parties we won't be getting at camp, Richie, and you
won't have to try to stand up for yourself. All the girls there know how to
protect our little boys, and lots of them will want to have you to play with.
You think I'd leave you helpless with any of these soft little girls around
here? No way. When a girl like that finds a guy she can beat up, they can get
crazy."

Richie seemed to be sulking, as they arrived home. Since Richie had moved in,
Mrs Taylor had given them a little suite in another corner of the house, with
bedsitter, bath and small kitchen. The couple spent a lot of time there,
though they also used the gym, pool, library and theater of the big modern
mansion. Now they arrived home, and Richie was allowed to walk under his own
power.

"Strip," she commanded as he entered the room, and he quickly dropped his
clothes, routinely folding them onto one of his chairs.

"You call that hard?" she said, "come over here."

She flexed her right arm as he approached, making her orange-sized biceps
swell into an oaken ball. Richie walked up to her, his cock at half-mast and
squeezed her arm, as she grasped the base of his shaft. She flexed her arm
three or four times, pumping a little extra into the peak, and Richie was
standing stiff and high.

"That's nice, honey, so sexy and stiff. You're so big and strong for me. Come
on, let's watch some TV." She walked him by the cock over to their couch, and
they cuddled and watched the news, Bonnie working his cock slowly,
occasionally harder. She kept him between her legs, back against her chest, as
always totally controlled by her strong body. Richie could now easily maintain
an erection under strong stimulation for an hour, and he was in no danger of
coming from Bonnie's gentle ministrations, even though it had been nearly a
week since he'd been allowed an orgasm. Ever since the night of their joining
she had been able to look him in the eyes and issue a command that he seemed
unable to break. A caress of her muscles, the feel of a breast, a strong, hard
kiss, could make him hard in seconds, and she had not had to beat his ass for
coming without permission since.

Still Richie argued with her about needing her constant protection. It was
true that he was punier than ever. Bonnie controlled his diet, and he was down
to 139 lbs on his 6'2" frame. His little biceps, built by weeks in the gym at
the beginning of the school year, were mostly gone, his chest and legs smooth
and soft. Bonnie liked to feed him sweets, and his little muscles had mainly
been replaced with soft flesh. He didn't look too painfully thin, but he was
very squishy. He knew he was a weakling, but that didn't mean he couldn't take
care of himself. After all lots of weak little women got by in the world, and
he was a tall man.

He continued to whine and wheedle, until at last Bonnie became exasperated.

"Alright, Richie, you can be the big, independent man this week. I'll stop
carrying you around, you can even carry your own books. Do you still want to
come home with me?"

"Oh Bonnie, of course I do! You're my darling, and I'm your soft little
sweetie."

"That's settled then."

Later she made some calls.

The next day Bonnie dressed him in a loose black silk shirt and elastic waist
pants. She was sweet to him, as though they hadn't had an argument, and let
him get his own books and backpack from the back seat. Standing next to her
car, she wrapped him in a hug and kissed him hard, then stroked his cock until
it stood rock-hard in his pants, once again held upright by his waistband.

"Stay hard today, dolly," she commanded, smiling broadly and, when he made to
protest, gave him a look that he knew meant that he should shut up and obey
quietly.

"I have to go to a conference for the morning, over at the main library, so
you'll be on your own until lunch." She squeezed his length firmly again, then
patted his butt. "C'mon, big man, pick up your books and go."

Rich heaved his backpack with one hand, but he could barely lift it, filled
with books and notebooks for all his classes that day. Bonnie just watched, a
little sneer on her lips, as he used both arms to struggle the pack onto one
shoulder.

"You be careful now, little one," she said more seriously, with another quick
kiss and squeeze, then she got back in the car. She watched Richie trudge away
with his big backpack over his shoulder.

Damn, Richie thought, he really had gotten weak. His backpack felt like it
weighed 100 lbs (not that he'd ever lifted 100 lbs), and he decided to get to
his locker first and split it up into morning and afternoon, Carrying the pack
up to his third floor locker made him puff with the effort, and he leaned back
against his locker, alone for a moment in the hall. His cock remained hard,
hidden under the long silk shirt, but he still turned around to hide his
front. The next thing he knew a hand was snaking around his waist and gripping
his cock by the inches above his pants.

"Hi Richie," he heard Karen say, "Where's Bonnie?" Then he felt weight against
his back and he was slammed up against the locker lightly, Karen's knuckles
protecting his hard-on, one hand pressing his arm against the metal.

"Say Uncle, Richie," she giggled. Richie sighed and stopped any resistance,
allowing her to press him against the lockers, her hand crushing his left arm
into a padlock on the next locker. He said "uncle" and she laughed and turned
him around, pulling his shirt down over his cock and straightening him out.

"What do you think you're doing around here without your girl, kiddo?" She
pressed herself against him, 5'6" in her little heels, her b-cup chest hard
against him. She wore tight jeans and a black sleeveless top that exposed her
arms and shoulders. Karen was his long-time best friend, and had in fact
introduced him to Bonnie, after they saw him lifting weights in the school
gym. Karen had been lifting with Bonnie for most of a year now, and she had
hard little muscles with much more power than Richie's body. She was allowed
to handle Richie whenever she wanted anyway, but now she pulled his head down
to hers for a greedy kiss, stroking him quickly, before someone turned the
corner and she stepped away.

"You don't know how many kids want a piece of you, little Richie," she said,
"and I don't mean just boys. I doubt there's a girl in the school who hasn't
heard a rumor about your 10" cock. Hell, I'd love to work you over myself.
Bonnie wouldn't like it if you came for little Karen, would she?

Richie hung his head, blushing, but Karen poked him in the tit with a knuckle,
hard, and asked again, "Would she, dolly?"

"No Karen"

"No, Karen," she mocked. "You're so sexy, Richie, and so weak now. I tell you
what. If any girl tries to hurt you or do anything Bonnie wouldn't like, all
you have to do is say that Karen is protecting you today, because Karen is so
much stronger and braver than you, OK, Richie?"

"Karen, I don't need a protector, and I certainly don't need one who's smaller
than me."

The hall-walker was gone now, and Karen slammed herself against Richie again,
her thick chest and hips driving his soft back against the lockers. She
snatched one wrist and twisted it 20 degrees effortlessly.

"Nobody's smaller than you any more, Richie," she growled, grinding her
breasts and hips against him. She stole a quick kiss and stepped back.

"Here, Richie, let me help you." Karen easily lifted his full backpack
one-armed from the floor to the top shelf of his locker, and opened it. She
unloaded the books for his afternoon classes and handed him the half-full bag.

"You're too weak to defend yourself," she said, gently "but you have strong
women who love you. Don't be silly, if something happens, OK?"

"Yes Karen" he murmured, docile.

"Say, Yes, Miss Karen, you're braver and stronger than me ... "

He did, and Karen patted him on the cheek and strode away.

Spending the day with his cock hard was always something of a challenge.
Bonnie had made him do it once or twice weekly, and he had his little
routines, using the stall to pee, sitting just so in the cheesy school desks,
keeping his shirt loose but covering. His conditioning meant that he had only
to think of Bonnie's body to harden up again, and he stayed hard through
morning, flagging just a little in algebra, as his mind refocused. Even
picking up his heavy books after class reminded him of how weak he was, and
stiffened his erection, something he wasn't even ashamed of any more,
privately.

Later in the morning he had a long study period, and he retreated to the
library. He was all caught up on his work for the year, so he was spending his
time perusing the small selection of books on witchcraft and goddess worship.
He was just setting aside some college level tome on ancient Greek religion
when he saw Amanda Barnes.

She appeared from the stacks, wearing her cheerleader outfit, as the squad
often did. The tiny skirt revealed nearly all of her long, toned legs and the
sleeveless top was skin-tight, displaying her tiny waist and perfect round
bosom. Her well-developed butt and hips swayed as she crossed into the open
area, saying 'hi' to several kids. Then she spotted Rich at his corner table
and headed his way.

"Hi Richie," she said with her lovely smile. She and Rich were actually
friends. He had helped her with homework several times and she seemed to enjoy
talking with him. She was movie-star pretty, he thought, wide green eyes,
classic bones, wide, sensual mouth, all emphasized with makeup, red lips and
smoky eyes beneath mahogany hair. Was she prettier than Bonnie? Bonnie never
wore makeup, and her corn-fed healthy beauty didn't need it. Her snub nose and
rather heavy jaw probably kept her from being classically pretty but she was
still so lovely to Rich. Still, Amanda's lips were fascinating as she made a
little kiss toward him.

"Hi Richie," she repeated, amused as he stared at her. She sat down and
continued, "I haven't seen you in ages to talk to. I know, you've been
spending all your time with Bonnie. Listen, I have one more catch-up essay for
history, and I really need your help making sense of this stuff. Will ya?"

All this came out in a rush as she reached over and took his wrist. Without
waiting for more than a couple of inarticulate "ums" in return she stood again
and pulled him by his arm. Despite some effort to resist, his arm was pulled
out straight and he had to follow Amanda through the library, just grabbing
his backpack as he stood. She led him by the wrist, her slender fingers
clamped hard, until they come to a private study room in a corner. She opened
the door and pulled him in, then took the backpack from him, still holding his
wrist. She set the pack aside and leaning back against the door pulling his
wrist to her chest.

"Com'ere, Richie," she said, taking his forearm in both hands and yanking
hard, pulling his arm between her big tits.

"Hey, Amanda, don't," he whined, and tried to pull his arm away.

"I want you Richie. I've wanted you all year but you were always around
Bonnie." She watched as the tall boy pulled at her grip. He was obviously not
going to get away from her two-handed grip.

"Don't fight, Richie," she said, sweetly, "Don't you think I'm pretty?" She
rubbed his arm between her big breasts, then reached out and put her hand
behind his head, pulled his lips to hers and kissed him hard. Richie grabbed
her arm, but was surprised to find it stony hard, if slender, and he was
unable to escape her grasp. She kissed him for minutes, crushing his lips to
hers, and he couldn't keep fighting helplessly, so he became responsive,
docile and pliant, just by habit.

"There, Richie, don't try to fight me. Don't you like my lips?" she released
him and gave him a hard shove, and he tipped backward, stumbling to catch his
knees against a study table and sit down on it. As he watched Amanda turned
around and locked the door with a simple latch, and pulled the curtain across
the tall little window next to it. She stalked toward him, unzipping her
blouse. She wore a tiny black bra underneath, and black panties to match as he
soon saw, as she expertly stripped away her little cheerleader suit. Her body
was probably 5'9" tall, curvy but without an ounce of fat. Still she had
visible muscle, her limbs hard, core rippling with strength.

"Don't you think I'm pretty, little guy? Come here ... "

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him from the table, swiftly
wrapping her long legs around his waist, locking her ankles. She put her hands
on his ass and pulled him tight to her pussy, giving a little squeal. Her
thighs constricted, visibly squishing his soft waist. Richie gasped and
grabbed her arms, pulling against her biceps, trying to twist away.

"Feel those, Richie," she said "Not massive like that big Bonnie, are they?"

Settling her hips and thighs around him she squeezed his waist a little more,
wrapping her calved behind him, as he squeezed her arms. She flexed both arms,
popping small rocky eggs under his hands, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

Richie really started squirming then, and she made an exasperated noise.

"Stop it, you little creampuff," she growled, and slapped his face, then
grabbed both his wrists. Richie struggled in her grip, but she surely tucked
his arms into the crook of her legs, trapping him completely and leaving her
hands free.

"There. You know you're a pretty little man, Richie. You have lovely eyes,
lovely lips. A lot of little submissive girls like hard girls like me. Most of
them can give me more of a fight, though."

Now she had his shirt open.

"Oooh look, there it is, the fabled dingdong." She pulled his pants down
revealing his full length and balls.

"That is a big one, boy. It's amazing to find it on such a helpless wimp. Nice
and hard, though ... I guess Amanda does turn you on."

Amanda sat up easily, still holding him trapped, her waist bulging and flexing
as she sat up. She took Richie's nipples in her fingers.

"Little submissive girls like it when I rough up their titties, too. Gee,
Richie, it looks like someone knows what little girls like. You're all bruised
up, and this one looks new." She poked the spot where Karen had hit his chest,
and he blushed and bowed his head.

"Please Amanda," he pleaded, "Please don't do this. We're in school ... "

She slapped him hard the other way and told him to shut up.

Richie was thinking about Karen. He had something he could try to get out of
this. All he had to do was tell this beautiful cheerleader that another little
girl was protecting him because she was so much stronger than him. It wasn't
going to happen.

Now he gasped as Amanda's teeth worked his nipple, one hand beginning to work
his cock. She bit him hard and squeezed him hard, and he gasped, but was
nowhere near coming.

"Mmmm, does this get any bigger? This so much fun, Richie. You're just a total
sissy. Feel those pitiful muscles ... " She crushed his arms in her manicured
hands, fingers getting most of the way around, squishing his arms easily.

"Your cock is so much harder. God, I gotta have some." She relaxed her legs a
little, and pushed him back by the cock, raising her hips and pulling aside
her panties until she got the tip into place. She was plainly wet and open,
and she stuffed Rich's cock 6"into her in the first stroke. Rich was amazed at
how soft she was, and he made as if to thrust, but she held onto the base
hard.

"I'll take care of that, sissy," and she worked her hips to thrust that six
inches into her repeatedly, then took another inch, finally drawing his full
length into her, pressing him hard into her with her calves.

"Now fuck me, little guy." Rich tried to thrust, but she held him fast against
her. All he could do was squirm which did seem to excite her. He loved the hot
warm depth of her, but noticed that the fistlike grip of Bonnie's pussy wasn't
there.

"God, you're a pussy," she yelled, and with an amazing athletic move lifted
him with her legs and threw him onto the floor, landing on top of him,
pounding him deep into her. This brought a huge orgasm for her, followed by
minutes of hard pounding on the tile floor, her powerful core slamming his
soft body as she rode him. He ran his hands over her body, unable to move her
or interfere. Her hard flesh did turn him on, but her soft pussy wasn't going
to make him come.

After three more fast orgasms she sat up on him.

"That makes me feel so good, boy ... no girl. I'm going to call you girl,
because you're like one of those little girls who likes me to beat them up and
make them lick my pussy. We'll have time for that soon. You won't want Bonnie
any more, will you? You can be my little girl."

Richie started to cry. "Please Amanda, no. I love my Bonnie ... Please ... "

"Oh God," she sneered, "That's how it is. Well, you're a slut, and you can be
Bonnie's slut" She stood up off of him and gripped his slick member once more.
"Good stamina, though, still nice and hard ... sure you wouldn't want to be my
pussy?"

But she was expertly slipping back into her costume, zipping up the shirt. She
had never removed her socks and sneakers. Her hair fell back into place with a
toss of her head, and she had unlocked the door and exited, leaving Richie to
scamper out of sight. He still had all his clothes, but his face was tear
stained and red. He pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt, shrugging it
all into place, his cock still tucked in his pants' band. He was ready to beg
Bonnie to let him get soft when he saw her at lunch, even if she didn't let
him come, but he guessed he'd try to tough it through.

He picked up his backpack, its weight heavier than ever in his battered arms
and slipped out of the door, leaving it open to avoid a sound. He worked his
way through the stacks and got out the door to the lunchroom. He made his way
through the fairly thin crowd of kids, here in school's final days. Amanda was
sitting in her usual corner, laughing with other cheerleaders. She didn't look
his way. He figured that rape is rape, and she wouldn't want any stain on her
record. She'd keep quiet. Sure is pretty though, he thought, then remembered
the look in her eye when she talked about making him her girl.

He stood at the door end of the room, looking for Bonnie's arrival. Instead
Karen met him, with the message that he'd missed Bonnie and she had to do
family business at the bank for a couple of hours. She'd be back, and she'd
find him.

So Richie and Karen had lunch, Karen very flirty and dominant, taking food
from his plate and telling him to go get more.

"You're not supposed to eat much of that anyway, Richie. Protein is for girls.
Have some cake, dolly."

She asked him whether he had a good morning, and he lied, saying nothing about
Amanda.

"That's good. You be careful now, little dolly. Do you need me to go to your
locker with you?"

"Of course not Karen."

"Are you sure? I could have pounded you right there and no one would have seen
us."

"I'll be fine, Karen."

"Do you remember what to say if you're in trouble? Say it to me, Richie."

"Karen is protecting me, because she's so much stronger and braver than me."

"Don't you forget it!" She hoisted the one big book she was carrying and
headed up the stairs.

Richie had to head up a different set of stairs, three floors to his locker.
Next year, a better locker (If he and Bonnie came back ... where did that come
from?). He was alone in the hall except for someone down the hall at the
fountain, and he slung his bag to the floor in front of his locker. He
unlocked his locker but as he was opening it a slim manicured hand slammed it
shut.

"Hi Richie"

It was Jennifer Hansen, the junior-year girl who had been along with Karen and
Bonnie that first day. She was a volleyball player, though not really big and
strong, and she had a reputation as a handy date for the school jocks. Once
again Richie was slammed against the locker, this time his cock flat against
the lumpy metal. A hand pressed his face into the cold metal, while another
gripped his elbow. Releasing his head he was turned around, as Jenni
transferred his right arm to her left hand and pressed him against the wall,
her body pressed against his.

"Gotcha, Richie," she said, grinning. Jenni was probably 5'7", commonly pretty
in a pale blonde way, with light blue eyes. She wore a sleeveless blouse and a
granny skirt that reached her ankles. Her chest seemed small, but her wide
hips pressed him firmly against the lockers.

"Hey, cut it out," he said firmly (he had to prove himself somehow today) and
pushed against her shoulder. The arm she had pinned was unable to move, as she
leaned into his upper arm. She crushed her hips into his cock, standing on
tip-toe, and making yummy noises. He pushed against her shoulder with his left
hand, but instead of trying to stop him she pulled his lips down to hers and
kissed him hard. She slammed her hips against him twice, and he stopped
fighting, letting her kiss him. She released his arm but snatched the wrist
instead, and pushed it down. He tried to resist, and seemed able to hold her
for a moment.

"Gee Richie," she said, as she fought him, "maybe you're stronger than you
look ... " She kept the pressure on, and his right arm slowly but surely gave
way. In a minute she was holding his right hand by her right hand, behind his
back, pressing it high between his shoulder blades.

"Nope, you're just as weak as you look. Come with me, Richie." She took him by
the hair and, keeping his arm locked painfully she marched him down the hall.
He made some loud protest, but she drove her knee into his ass and said "shut
up boy, or I'll break your arm." He shut up, and she pushed him into what
looked like a disused nurse's office, kicking the door shut behind her. She
pushed him down onto his knees, pressing his face into the cot. While he was
confused she pulled his left arm into a lock then knelt down with her knees on
either side of his calves. She pressed his arms up high until be begged her to
stop.

"Please stop," she mocked, "what a big sissy."

She pressed his arms up hard again and held them for a minute as he moaned.

"I could break your little arms, Richie, and you're too weak to even put up a
fight. Aren't you?"

"Yes, yes," he yelled, and tears started to wet his face.

"So if I don't cripple you, you'll do whatever I tell you, right?"

Again he assented, now sobbing openly.

"Good boy," she said, releasing his tortured arms, and stood up. Richie
flopped his arms to his sides.

"Turn over, sissy boy," she said. He obeyed, rolling over to gaze up at the
girl who had hurt him. She didn't look like much, but she also wasn't even
breathing hard from making him cry. As she took in Rich's tear-stained face
and fearful expression she burst out laughing.

"Look at the poor little cry-baby,' she said, grinning as he rubbed his aching
shoulders. She pulled up the sleeve of her blouse and flexed her right arm,
making a little swelling appear. "I've never had a boy make me feel big and
strong before."

"You're not strong," he said, petulantly. She dropped to her knees again,
sitting on his thighs and held out her left hand.

"C'mon Richie, let's see who's strong."

He tried to push her away, but she caught his hand in hers and pushed. He
resisted, and for some seconds he held her.

Ooo, yeah, you're strong," she teased, and kept pushing. Soon he was losing.

"Look at that jelly quiver," she poked at his trembling upper arm with her
other index finger, and he tried to pull it away, but she swatted his free arm
away and slapped him lightly across the face and slammed his wrist down into
the iron railing of the cot, making him moan in pain.

"Ooo, did I hurt the little wimp? Now who's stronger?" Holding his right wrist
pinned under her left hand she flexed her right arm. Reflexively, Richie
reached up to feel it. Jenni's small strap of muscle was firm and thick,
without a peak, but it still gave him a thrill, and he pressed his hips up.

"Geez, you're a slut, too, aren't you? I'm beating you up and it's turning you
on. Now say 'Jenni Hansen is stronger than me.' " Rich was blushing bright
red, looking down at his knees, and said nothing. Jenni slapped his cheek
hard, leaving her hand-print reddening, then raised her hand again, nearly
shouting, "Say it."

Rich's last drop of courage failed. He tried to cover his face with one hand
and turned away, sobbing.

"Yes, yes, Jenni Hansen is stronger than me, you're stronger than me. Don't
hit me again, please ... "

"That's a good little boy," she purred, pressing herself against him. She
lifted his shirt and grabbed his erection, huge and thick. "We have to get rid
of this. I'll make you come, and then you can lick my pussy for an hour or so.
Nobody knows we're here, and it's the end of school, nobody cares where we
are."

She kept his right hand pinned to the cot, as she pressed her lips to his
neck, murmuring her words, and began to work his cock.

"Geez, boy, that's huge. The Quarterback hasn't got half that, and I should
know. Now come for Jenni, boy." She began to stroke him sweetly, tickling his
tip and gripping the base for long strokes.

Richie was still quietly sobbing, his mind reeling as this ordinary girl from
school overwhelmed and raped him. He was no longer fighting. What was the
point, he was just too weak. Besides, she was right - he kind of liked it. Now
she was biting his ear and he felt his cock twitch - oh no, he could come!

Rich had been firmly conditioned that coming without permission was
disgraceful and weak, and led to painful punishment. Now he felt a wash of
fear and shame, but the pretty little girl's aggression was just making his
body into melted wax. She squeezed and stroked, his right hand going numb in
her first grip on his wrist, and he began to cry.

"Please don't make me come, Bonnie will ... "

"Bonnie will what? The next time she beats somebody up they'll call the
sheriff." This surprised Richie, but he was starting to have trouble with his
self control, as the girl's silky little hand stroked him.

"She'll punish me ... " he whimpered, "I'm not allowed ... please ... "

Jenni burst out laughing.

"What a little pussy you are, Richie," she giggled, "you're all scared because
your girlfriend says you're not allowed to come - that's just great! Well I'm
going to squeeze you limp, little boy, and then get your pretty lips busy."

She worked him skillfully, released his wrist, and began to punch him hard in
the arm, her sharp knuckles digging into his soft flesh.

"Come, pussy, or I'll start working on your mouth with my fist."

Rich was crying and helpless, his hips bucking in her grip, when he heard
Karen's voice in the hall outside.

"Help, Karen!" he cried, feeling a surge of hope, and he cried again, "In
here!"

Jenni looked up at the door as Karen swung it open and strode into the room.

"What's this about, Karen - we're busy in here."

"Richie, what is this," Karen asked

"Please, please protect me, Karen, she's so strong ... "

Both the girls started laughing.

"Why don't you protect yourself from little Jenni, Richie," Karen said,
standing with her thick arms cocked, hands on her hips.

"Please, Karen ... "

"Why would I be able to help you, Richie?"

"Because you're so much stronger and braver than me, please don't let her make
me come ... "

"Get out Jenni," Karen said, making a fist and smacking it into her other
hand. But Jenni was already gathering up her stuff. As she slid past Karen the
shorter, more muscular girl caught her by the arm and practically lifted her,
crushing the girl's slim arm.

"I hope you had fun, Jenni. You'd better stay out of Bonnie's way for a
while."

Karen walked over and sat down on the bed next to Richie's head, as he tried
clumsily to compose his clothes.

What happened, Richie," Karen said softly, stroking his hair. He turned his
face up to her, cheeks reddened and stained with his tears, one lip swelling
from a hard slap. He broke down crying then, and babbled about what had
happened, how the strong girls had hurt him.

"Why didn't you stand up for yourself, Richie? Those aren't big strong girls."

"I tried, Karen, but they made me."

"You couldn't defend yourself, could you, Richie?" Karen slipped down into
Richie's legs, and pushed his hands aside, sliding his shirt back from his
chest. She stroked his cock and pressed a thumb into his nipple.

"You're so sweet and helpless, boy. Those girls aren't that strong, you're
just pitifully weak. I mean, Amanda's strong ... Not like me, but she's
probably stronger than you ever got. Jenni's just a little girl, but she was
beating the crap out of you, wasn't she?"

"She was so mean, but I was so scared, and she was too strong. Please Karen,
... oh ... don't ... "

Richie trembled as his life-long friend kept working his twitching cock, now
pinching and rolling his nipple. She was pretty and tough, thin-lipped and
blue-eyed, smiling now as she gripped his root and squeezed her way up his
length.

"Bonnie's not around, Richie, and I've never gotten to make you come; hell
it's been a month since I've had my hands on you. You're so big and hard ... "

Richie felt fear wash through him again, but he stayed rock hard.

"No, please protect me, Karen, please ... you're so strong and brave ... I was
so scared ... "

"You need a strong girl to protect you, don't you, Richie?"

Richie threw his arms around Karen and pressed his head to her shoulder.

"Please Karen ... "

"Pweez Kawen," she mocked. "I can do anything I want with your puny ass, dude.
I know how Bonnie has you trained, and I doubt I could squeeze you hard enough
with my pussy. Let's try my mouth and hand."

Richie sighed and put his hands on Karen's hard shoulders as she began to suck
the head of his cock while stroking him hard. Her mouth was warm and wet, and
she tickled his tip, then licked wetly up and down his long, thick shaft, her
hand using the wetness to slide more freely. Her other hand continued to work
his nipple, now pinching firmly until he just had to whimper, and grab her
arm. She flexed her muscles under his hand, and of course he had no chance of
stopping her. Karen's arm felt almost square, her thick high biceps broad and
flat, her triceps wide and stony, her arm hard as a 4x4. He squeezed and
stroked her muscle as she worked his cock. Then she pinched his whole soft tit
in her fingers, and he felt his orgasm arrive like a volcano, hours of nearly
continuous teasing exploding into Karen's mouth. He sobbed in humiliation and
thrust his hips, his pulsing flesh pumping his come as the strong young girl
drank it hungrily. She kept pumping and he kept spurting, until at last his
hardness began to vanish, his cock deflating in her hand.

As his meat went soft, the little muscle-girl took more and more of it into
her mouth. At last she had the whole length of soft, pliable flesh in her warm
mouth, and was sucking and kneading at it with her tongue. The stimulation of
his orgasm-sensitized tip made him whimper and squirm. She caught his wrists
in her hands and pulled his arms to his sides, crushing his thin forearms and
holding him still. She suckled at his cock, and in no more than three minutes
he began to respond. Richie felt completely weak, frightened of his Bonnie,
wildly hot for the woman who was using him, and beaten to a helpless pulp by
his humiliating day. When he felt his cock rising again under Karen's warm
efforts a wave of hope and pleasure flowed through him; he wouldn't have to
face Bonnie with a soft dick!

"There, Richie," she purred as he grew out of her mouth and she firmed him
with her hand, "that was nice, wasn't it?" She turned and sat next to him, and
kissed him gently, fondling his member.

"Now you stay hard, boy. Nobody likes a wimp with no cock."

"Thank you Karen," he whispered.

She laughed and said, "You know you only have a cock when a woman lets you,
right? I can take your cock away whenever I want, or give it back to you. Say
'thank you for letting me have a cock, Karen' ".

He said it and she kissed him again and they laughed.

"Can you stand up, dolly?"

Richie stood up and Karen rearranged his clothes, tucking his cock firmly in
his waistband and buttoning his shirt straight. Richie suddenly seemed woozy,
as emotional exhaustion and the blood required to maintain his huge erection
took a toll on his blood pressure.

"Come on little one, Bonnie's waiting for you," she said, and took him by the
arm. By the time they were at the first landing down the stairs to the back of
the school Richie's knees were giving way, and Karen caught him in a cradle
carry.

"Karen, don't, I'm too big ... " he muttered.

"Don't be silly, Richie. You're just a little dolly. I'll protect you just
like I said I would. Put your head here on Karen's strong shoulder ... "

Without too much difficulty she carried the slender boy down the remaining
flights of stairs, and out the back door, seen only by a few kids. There, in
the parking lot, Bonnie waited in her car. Karen helped Richie into the back
seat and got in with him.

"Are you hard, Richie?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, Bonnie"

"He sure is," Karen said, still working him gently.

"Did he have a busy day, Karen?" Bonnie asked again.

"Amanda raped him hard, and I think Jenni nearly broke his arms. He begged me
to save him from her. It was sweet, Bonnie."

"Did he come, Karen?"

"Only for me, Bonnie. He was such a vulnerable little pastry I just had to
have a bite."

"Please don't punish me, Bonnie," Rich whined, real fear in his voice, "I'm
still hard, just like you said - I couldn't stop her ... "

"Be quiet Richie."

He was quiet, as they drove home.

The arrived and Bonnie strode away from them into the door of their suite.
Karen waited for Richie and took his arm, walking him into the bedsitter.
Bonnie was waiting, stripped to her black bra and little slip, standing in 4"
heals, and so 6'5" tall.

"Strip, both of you," she said.

Richie kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the two pieces of clothing she
had given him that day, as he flung himself forward to fall on his knees
before her, throwing his arms around her broad hips and ass.

"Oh Bonnie, you were so right. I was so scared without you, so helpless and
weak ... " he burst into tears again, and both girls laughed quietly, as he
pressed his face to Bonnie's hard belly.

"You couldn't defend yourself against those girls at all, could you dolly?"

"No, Bonnie, they just ... "

"I know honey, look at your little arms, all those bruises. Kiss my thighs,
boy." Richie raised the little silk slip and kissed the huge muscles of
Bonnie's thigh, working his way in to the soft skin between. He clung to her
strong body, knowing he could put his whole weight on her leg without strain.

"He came for you, Karen?"

"Came in my mouth yes, with plenty of hard squeezing - and I mean hard. You
must crush him like a machine, Bonnie."

"He's got a tough cock, alright. I can make boys beg me to let them out, but
not him. Stand up, darling."

Richie stood up, still trembling with fear. Bonnie stood three inches taller
than him, thick and wide; he felt small and weak as she put her arms around
him and drew her to him. She kissed him hard, and crushed him to her big
chest, pressing the air out of him against her firm breasts.

"Just look at you," she said softly, and ran a hand over his face and down his
arm. "Your arm is all swollen and bruised, your face is red, lip swollen, even
your back is bruised up. You just couldn't stop those rough girls from beating
you,could you? Didn't you block their punches?"

He just shook his head.

"Didn't you fight them off? Stand up for yourself?"

"I tried, Bonnie, but they were so strong."

Oh that's so cute, Richie; even little Jenni Hansen has more muscle than my
pretty little Richie. But you didn't come for her, and that's very good. Karen
made you come, did she? Well, she's so much stronger than you, and I did tell
her to look after you. I guess she can have some of my candy. And you did come
home hard for me ... "

She reached between his legs and stroked him, then wrapped her hand under his
ass and lifted him a few inches easily.

She kissed him sweetly, and said, "I'm not going to punish you, Richie - you
did very well, not coming for those mean little girls. I'm sure you realize
that I was right; I thought it was so funny when your feeble arms could barely
lift your books. You're too puny and sissified to be safe without a strong
woman to look after you. You're too weak and soft to be able to keep Karen
from making you come, but you know I expect you to be hard for me. You'd
better please Karen so she gives you back your cock when she takes you."

Richie felt a hand reaching under his balls and Karen's warm fingers grasped
the base of his cock.

"He's so sweet, now, Bonnie. I love how timid and weak he's become. Richie,
you can't defend yourself, can you?"

"No," he said, in a little voice.

"Why not, dolly?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm just too weak and I get so scared ... "

"Do you want me to protect you, little dolly?"

"Oh yes, Bonnie, please, hold me in your arms, keep me safe, please ... "

"You'll do whatever I tell you, of course. You don't have to go back to school
this year, we're done. I think I'll keep you here naked for a week or so,
pamper your little body. You can eat right and we'll start you on aerobics,
you're getting kind of flabby, and I want to firm up your teeny muscles a
little. That's fine with you, I'm sure."

"Oh yes, Bonnie. That sounds wonderful. Can we use the pool?"

"Of course, baby."

Now Karen was working his cock, and she said, "Please, Bonnie, may I have him
for a while?"

"Of course honey. Take him from me."

Bonnie pulled him away from her and Karen took him in a cradle, carrying him
to the pile of rugs in one corner. She tossed him to the rugs and told him to
undress her, flexing her thick arms over him.

Bonnie chuckled and sat down at the small weight bench she kept in their
rooms. She took up a 40 lb dumbbell. Might as well get pumped up for Richie
later; there was no way Karen's soft little pussy would make him come again.
Bonnie smiled with satisfaction as she thought about a week of toying with her
little dolly before they left for Wales.