Just Too Weak Pt 11
Naked Week Day 1
By plowjack


"Bonnie, please open this for me," Richie said, struggling with a jar of
jelly. Bonnie watched, smiling, as Richie tried to twist the metal lid.

"Come on, baby," she teased, "are you that weak?"

Richie's skinny arms actually flexed as he tried to open the jar. After
another few seconds he admitted failure, shaking his cramped hand. Bonnie took
the jar from him, laughing softly, and opened it with an easy twist. Richie
blushed as she handed it back to him.

"There you are, honey pie. You can have all the jelly you want."

"Thank you Bonnie", he said quietly, spooning the preserve onto his buttered
toast.

Richie was completely naked, sitting on a towel at the breakfast table in the
little kitchen area. Bonnie's small 'apartment' was in the back corner of the
lavish Taylor mansion, and yesterday Bonnie had explained to Richie that he
would be living there naked for the next week.

Yesterday, the last day of the school year, Bonnie had indulged Richie's
desire for independence and left him on his own. He had ended the day weeping
and begging Bonnie to protect him. She had firmly proven his helpless
dependence on her strength and had then removed all male clothes from the
apartment. That night she had gone easy on his battered body, lying back and
allowing him to suckle at her breasts and pussy. Of course that meant no
orgasm for him, and he had woken up with his 10" cock rock-hard.

Bonnie was dressed in her long black kaftan robe, while Richie sat naked. She
had finished her morning workout, showered and made them breakfast, while
Richie was waking up. Rich ate his muffin and jelly, and the one egg she
allowed him, while Bonnie ate six whole eggs and a small steak with potatoes.

"Now that it's summer I'm going to bulk up some more, " she chatted as she
ate, "If I'm going to beat my marks next year I need to put some more muscle
on my chest and back."

"Wow, Bonnie ... you're so strong already ... "

"Oh, I'm just a teenager, Richie. Sure I've got muscle, but I'm still pretty
soft compared to women like Mom and Aunt Sig. Mom says I'll get harder and
stronger as I mature. Of course she also thinks that I'll get several inches
taller."

Rich's tongue seemed to become useless. Bonnie was already nearly as tall as
him and twice as heavy.

" ... taller," he mumbled.

Bonnie chuckled, "Well, we'll see. It's just Mom's guess."

Bonnie finished her eggs and juice, and threw her arms up and stretched. Her
massive bosom swayed under the loose robe as the cloth fell away from her
arms. Witch a pretty smile at Rich she hit a casual flex.

Bonnie was a star track athlete, state champ in shot-put and javelin. She was
built like an hour-glass refrigerator, 6'1" and over 200 lbs of muscle and
curves. Her body had become cut and defined over the end of the season, and
now her arms swelled into tall round biceps and deep tris. She was pumped from
her morning lift, and her heavy arms melted Rich's knees and stiffened his
cock.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you dolly? You'd like my arms to be longer, my
muscles harder, wouldn't you? Maybe I'll get as tall as my Aunt Sig. She's
6'6", and she made you so ... "

Richie threw himself onto the big girl, his arms around her chest, on his
knees, his lips pressed to her neck.

"Oh, Bonnie, I love you so much," he babbled, "you're so strong and beautiful,
you're just perfect as you are."

"Does that scare you, my little one? Don't worry, Richie, I could crush you
like a little flower as it is ...

Just like a little pansy ... " She pulled his arms from around her neck and
gathered him tightly into her bosom, wrapping her legs around his hips and
thighs. Her shoulders and hips and thighs were wider and harder, and he was
simply pressed into her, arms pinned. She smiled down as she felt his
helplessness and the feeling of strength and warmth it gave her.

"You're mine, boy," she purred, kissing his face, "my dolly, my toy. We're
going to grow up together and I'm going to get bigger, stronger and smarter.
You'll grow up too - rich, handsome and pampered, smarter and more skilled, my
happy little man. It just doesn't matter whether I get eight feet tall -
you'll always be too weak to be anything but a sissy slave. You're a helpless
weakling now, and you'll be one then. But I'll always take care of you, and
you'll always be my first man."

As she spoke she pulled his wrists behind his back. She caught both of his
skinny wrists in the strong fingers of his left hand. Pulling him back from
her, she gripped his cock firmly.

"MMmmm, pretty hard, dolly. I like you ready when I want you. Doesn't much
matter whether you're willing, but I want you ready. Now, tell me the rules."

Richie answered promptly, as he had been trained to do:

"Always obey any woman, do not wear any clothes except what you give me, and
never come without your permission."

"Very good boy," Bonnie said, cheerfully. "You've gotten very good about your
cock. It's big and hard almost all the time, and I just love that."

With his arms held helpless by his girl, it took Bonnie only a few skilled
stroked to make him raging stiff, then she started squeezing his girth hard.

"Next I'm going to start training your recovery time. You're pretty puny right
now - it only takes me two or three times to pound your big cock to limp
pulp."

Her grip tightened and pulled on him making him squirm in her one-handed
restraint. She purred at him and told him he liked it, then cupped his balls
and worked the base of his shaft. A little squeeze and Rich moaned and
writhed.

Bonnie loved her soft little man. She smiled as she watched his eyes close,
his torso writhe - slender and strengthless, but lithe. She'd make a dancer of
him; that would keep him from becoming totally helpless. His pretty red lips
were parted and a dreamy little smile appeared as he set himself and strained
against her one-handed grip with both his arms.

"Ooo, fight me, big man. C'mon Richie, try hard. Maybe both your puny arms are
stronger than my left hand." She pushed his wrists up his spine a little, and
he moaned, and struggled, but couldn't apply any force that mattered. Richie
could have come at any moment, but his training simply didn't allow it.

Bonnie worked his cock hard, then pushed him against her and talked quietly.
She caught her eyes with his, and Richie felt his heart melt as he gazed into
her bright blue gaze, her lips lovely as she spoke. His will dissolved. .

"Pretty little Karen made you come yesterday, didn't she? Mmm Hmmm ... I'm
going to let her have you some this week, but then this house is full of women
who like helpless little dollies. So this week we'll have a new rule. You can
come as often as you please, but you must be hard any time a woman wants you.
I want you to get hard again in minutes, if you have to get soft. I want this
candy hard when I see it, no matter how many times Aunt Sig milks you. I'll
give you clothes you can wear later on, but remember that if a girl tells you
- off they come."

"Yes Bonnie," he said, dreamily.

"Yes, Bonnie," she mimicked, kissing him quickly.

Richie was lost in an ecstatic haze of lust. With her eyes locked on his she
crushed his wrists and ran her hand up his shaft to work the head. His
seventeen-year-old body responded without thought to the hands and lips (and
words) of his sixteen-year-old girl. He watched Bonnie's face as she spoke.
Did he notice that his mind was full of images of fire and shadow, smells of
sex and incense, and the feel of big bodies? These feelings mixed with the
real sensations of Bonnie's hard hands as she bruised his wrists and stroked
him.

"So that's how it will be. I'll make you come, and I'll work you hard again in
minutes, and that's what you'll do every time, and every time I tell you to.
Then you'll stay hard until someone makes you come again, and of course you'll
never be strong enough to make yourself come."

"Yes Bonnie," he moaned, as she flicked and tickled his tip then ran her hand
down with a pulsing grip.

"I didn't ask your permission, dolly ... pansy ... I think I'll call you Pansy
... "

With three final strokes she brought him off, pushing his cock into him so
that he spurted up his chest and chin. She released his wrists but braced his
arm to keep his weak knees from giving way. He moaned and tried to fall into
her but she held him away and finished pumping him dry onto her hand. When he
was floppy limp in her hand she put her hand in his hair and again caught his
gaze with hers, like a snake pinning a rabbit.

"Now get hard, dolly. You know a man is worthless without a hard cock. Get
hard for the big strong woman."

Richie's strained arms were free, and he took Bonnie's big chest in his hands,
breasts too big for one hand to really hold. She expanded her chest, and her
breasts rose firm under his hands as she worked his cock. In a minute he was,
in fact, stiffening.

"That's nice, boy. Every time, boy ... every time, just think of Bonnie if you
need to, and you'll get so big and hard."

In less than three minutes he was standing hard and thick. She commanded him
to stay hard as she always did, and of course he stayed hard.

Bonnie lifted her cum-smeared fingers, and held her hand to his mouth.

Richie drew back in horror.

"O come on, boy," she teased pushing her cum-dripping fingers into his mouth,
"how much of your stuff have I swallowed. Do as I tell you, and clean me up."

Reluctantly, face, burning red, Richie licked his spunk from his younger
girlfriend's knuckles. When she was satisfied with his efforts she let him go,
naked and covered with semen. She stood at last, and threw off her kaftan. She
stepped into the bathroom and came out with a warm, moist towel.

Richie was trying to decide how to clean himself up, but Bonnie caught him
from behind and wrapped the warm towel around him. She wiped him clean,
stroking his cock and balls sensuously. Then she lifted him in her arms and
carried him into the shower.

When they were cleaned up, Bonnie combed Richie's long brown hair, kissing him
and stroking his cock.

"OK, Pansy," she teased, calling him the pet name she'd started using in the
shower, "I'm going to go into town to do some banking that Mom is having me do
for her. You go ahead and clean up this place. Do the breakfast dishes, make
the bed, and clean the floors."

This wasn't news to Richie, he had been waiting on Bonnie and doing chores at
her house ever since they moved in together as emancipated minors. He nodded
as he set to clearing up the dishes. Bonnie pulled clothes out of the closet,
and confined her big chest in a heavy well-fitted bra that made her look like
she was smuggling cantelopes and a pair of black silk panties.

"And you'll have chores around the house, too. One of the maids will be around
to get you this afternoon."

"Get me?" Richie squeaked, "do I have to do chores in the house naked?"

"Yep. Won't be the first time anyone's seen it."

"But please, Bonnie, can't I have something?"

"Not today, dolly, its naked week, and I want you just too weak and vulnerable
for my girlfriends. You be a good little pansy, Pansy, and we'll see about
some little clothes."

Bonnie had dressed in a skirt and a tight knit top, with a blazer, with a
pretty scarf around her neck, and just a touch of makeup on her eyes and
cheeks. She looked so beautiful and strong to Richie, and he stood before her,
feeling small, weak and naked, as she thumbed his nipple and gave him a kiss.
He pressed his cheek to hers and squeezed her big arm, and she chuckled as she
left the room.

Sighing, Richie cleaned the apartment. He found himself at loose ends then,
and he settled down with some music on. His cock subsided a little and he
automatically stroked it, keeping it hard. Thoughts of Bonnie's heavy bosom,
her stony arms crept in, and he lay on the couch gently stroking himself with
no intention of coming. In his reverie he didn't hear the soft opening and
closing of the door.

"Well look at that. That's a nice piece of meat for a little sissy." Striding
into the room was a tall, thin woman, dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and
jeans. Her hair was steel-grey and her face was lined, but her body looked
thin and hard as she walked right over to grin down on Richie.

"Don't stop, dolly," she growled, "can't you make that harder?"

Richie blushed, and started to turn his back to the old woman, but he felt her
hand in his long, wet hair, and she pulled him up to look at her.

"Didn't you hear me, dolly? I said make your cock harder."

Still Richie hesitated, confused and frightened, then he felt a stinging slap
as the woman's open hand connected with his cheek, turning his head and
rattling his teeth.

"Follow the rules, dolly, or I'll beat you senseless!"

"Ye ... yes ma'am," he stammered, tears filling his eyes, as he worked his
cock until it was straining hard and red. The old woman pulled him to his feet
by the hair, and gripped his cock.

She was probably 5'10" tall, whipcord thin, with a bony face. Her face and her
whole body looked carved of stone, craggy and solid. Her shoulders and arms
were skinny, but rippled with cut muscles, her right biceps standing in high
peak as she held him by the hair. Her face was lined and her skin looked
weathered by sun and wind, her thin lips smiled at him over strong teeth.

"You're very pretty, sonny; such nice lips. They always choose such pretty
little boys for the dollies. Now give Annie a kiss."

The older woman's mouth tasted of tobacco as she kissed him firmly. She
wrapped him in her arms, and he was pressed against her. Her chest seemed flat
and hard as she compressed his thin body against her.

"Nice lips, honey," she said as she plunged her tongue into his mouth, bending
him back over her arm. Thin as she was, she seemed to hold his weight without
difficulty.

After a minute of kissing, she gripped him by the hair and pulled him up to
stand before him. She took one nipple in the fingers of her other hand and
worked it painfully as she spoke.

"My name is Annie, and you will call me Boss Annie. I help Missus Taylor
around the place, and today I have work for some of you little dollies. You're
my slaves, but I don't need a whip, do I, dolly?"

"No Boss Annie," standing docile, arms at his sides. The older woman released
his nipple and flexed her right arm. Her thin arm burst into high relief,
looking like it was made of cable braided around rocks. She flexed again and
then again, making her biceps pop into a small, high peak like a triangular
stone.

"Not with this I don't. Feel that, sissy."

Richie gripped her biceps, and was amazed at its hardness and definition. He
could actually get his long fingers much of the way around it, but he couldn't
squeeze it at all. Her arm felt like it was carved of wood to his slim hand.
Unthinking, he used both hands to caress it, his dick twitching. Annie watched
his eyes go unfocused as his lips parted.

"Oh, yes, little sissies like big muscles, don't you ... " She flexed in his
hand, and pulled his lips down to kiss her arm.

"You like old Annie's gnarly old arms, dolly?"

He found her skin rather dry and loose, and she seemed to have no padding at
all, but her muscles were impressive.

"MMmm, that's nice, here ... " she pulled off her t-shirt and exposed her
chest. Her tits were square, with just a little sagging swell, and a deep cut
between her thick pectorals. She took a handful of Richie's hair and bent his
neck to press his face against her flat, muscular chest. The old woman was
inches shorter than him and his back bent uncomfortably. Annie's thin, dry
tit, nipple pebble hard, didn't interest Richie much. He ignored her command
to start sucking. Instead his hands came up to press against her, trying to
straighten his back. Her chest and shoulders were stony and she crushed his
mouth against what felt like inches of hard muscle. He kept on struggling
helplessly until his head was pulled back roughly and his cheek stung by a
hard slap.

"You stupid little pansy," she laughed, another hard slap turning his face,
"you think you can fight me?"

Annie raised her hand again and Richie raised his own hands, cowering to
protect his face. Annie released his hair and gripped his right biceps in her
left hand.

"Put your hands down, pansy," she growled, looking up at the taller boy, "You
broke the rules, boy," she said, "When I tell you to suck my tittie, you will
suck my tittie. Now you'll have to be punished. Don't you try to hide ... get
to your knees!"

He dropped to his knees, hands at his sides, back straight, cock standing
straight out, face forward, just as he had been taught.

"Hands behind your back. Now don't make a sound."

She raised her hand high but instead of hitting his cheek, she slapped his
chest full-strength with her open hand. It hurt like hell, his soft flesh
jiggling a little as she used her other hand to slap his other tit. She did
both sides again, and it was all he could do not to cry out. She didn't hold
back for the third set of slaps, and his chest was solid red, as tears
streamed from his eyes.

"Fine, pansy; now, suck my tit."

Richie threw himself forward onto her, raising his lips to reach her hard
little nipple. While he sucked she wiggled out of her shorts, standing naked
in her thick work-boots.

"Much better. Now get on your back, boy," she said, and knelt as he lay down.
She swung her leg over him and shoved her pussy down over his ten-inch member
without further preliminaries.

"You're allowed to come today, aren't you, Pansy?" she teased, as he felt her
pussy clamp down like a hot pipe.

"Yes, Boss Annie," he answered, knowing not to fail to answer a direct
question.

"Good, Pansy. Let's see how long you can last ... "

She began to undulate over his body, her hips and belly flexing and rocking.
Richie felt waves of crushing force rolling over his member. The older woman
leaned forward, planting her elbows beside his shoulders, and came hard,
speeding her bruising pounding as she moaned. Richie gripped her biceps and
she grinned down at him and flexed, now running her clit up and down his pole,
slamming him hard into the floor.

"Like those hard arms, don't you Pansy," she sneered, "so much stronger than
little boy arms. Come on slut, come for old Annie."

She pressed herself tight against his body, taking his whole hard thickness
into her, and rippled her pussy. He exploded in her as she smiled down at him
wolfishly.

"Nice, boy. Now get hard again."

"But ... "

She raised her hand and he shut up.

"Here, I can help." She began to work his cock with her interior muscles, and
he responded. Annie was actually at least as good at this as Bonnie, her pussy
feeling as strong as the bigger woman's.

"Would you like to feel my muscles, Pansy?"

She flexed her body and her torso and arms jumped into high relief, her
abdominal muscles popping like a row of stones as Richie ran his hands up her
stomach. She flexed her arms and he gripped her biceps, feeling his cock
swelling.

"MMmm, nothing like a youngster for a hard cock," Annie smirked, and pressed
her weight onto him, working him with her inner strength. In another few
minutes he was hard again, and Annie lifted herself on her hard thighs,
sliding up and down a few times. She stood up, her pussy streaming, and
stepped off him, leaving him cooling in the air, but hard.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Pansy. You just rest a bit and maybe wipe
yourself up." And the thin, hard woman grabbed her clothes and vanished into
the bathroom, the shower beginning immediately. By the time Richie had managed
to master his dizziness and pounding heart and gotten to his knees she was
back, dressed and striding, all business toward the door.

"Come on, Pansy, we've got work to do. Stand up and follow me."

Knowing better than to disobey, Richie scrambled up and followed her out the
door, trotting to catch up to her quick stride, then following close, his cock
bobbing. He could tell his cock was weaker after two massive orgasms, but he
thought about Bonnie, and about Annie's steely body, and he stiffened again.

He followed the old woman down a flight of stairs he recognized, turning
steeply down out of the regular part of the house, and emerging into a walled
garden under open sky. There stood the stone pavilion with its pillars and
flagstone floor where he had been made Bonnie's property. Annie turned right
and opened a door along the back wall. In the door was a closet with a water
spigot, buckets and gear. She called him over and began to fill a five gallon
water bucket from the spigot.

"Grab that and bring it up on the porch," she said, taking a couple of brushes
and a bottle of soap, along with some towels.

Richie unthinkingly grabbed the bucket with one hand and lifted, nearly
pulling his arm out of the socket. The bucket was far too heavy. He looked
over his shoulder and took the handle in both hands. He could raise it an inch
or two, and he swung it around, sloshing, and tried to walk toward the
columned porch. Annie stood at the top of the three steps up, frowning.

"Come on, Pansy, let's go."

Rich struggled for a few steps, but his arms gave out and he set the bucket
down, stretching.

"Stop fuckin' around, dolly," the old woman growled.

Rich again hoisted the bucket, and got it to the base of the steps, but
couldn't lift it high enough to reach the first big step. His slender arms
just shook as he tried, his cock still bobbing under Annie's gaze. He failed,
setting the bucket down. His face flushed and he lowered his eyes.

Annie's hand caught him by the chin, lifted his face, and her other hand
slapped him moderately across the cheek.

"Are you disobeying, dolly?" she asked, standing before him on the step,
taller than him.

"No, Boss Annie," he said, quietly, "I can't ... lift it"

"You know what you'll get if you disobey ... "

"Please," he whimpered, "it's too heavy."

"You're too weak?"

"Yes ... "

"Well, then, you'll just have to do it from there," she threw down a couple of
brushes and a big wad of towels. "This porch needs well-scrubbed, so you'll
spend the next hour or so doing that, with these brushes and that water. Use
these towels to cushion your knees so you don't hurt yourself, and work
quickly if you want to get done quickly, but do a good job. Are you strong
enough to clean the floor, Pansy?"

"Yes, Boss Annie," he said, submissively.

"Then do a good job."

So he set to cleaning in the warm, early-summer weather, naked, cock bobbing.
He soaked the brushes and began to wet down the stone and scrub, his inability
to move the bucket making his task take longer than it should have. He was
sore and tired when he finished, rinsing the water out of the brush.

"Good, now you can rinse," Annie said. She had been coming and going through
another doorway. Now she returned to the open space, followed by Mrs Taylor
and Lois, the swimming star from a nearby community college.

Lois laughed aloud.

"Poor little Richie dolly, doing his chores,"

"He is so pretty, though, don't you think, Lois," Sally Taylor said, as the
two of them sauntered up to Rich. They were dressed for the weather, Sally in
a tiny sundress that revealed most of her huge thighs and arms, Lois in
cut-off jeans and a halter top. Lois was a swimmer, and didn't have the huge
round bosoms of the Taylor women, but her c-cup chest filled out the little
halter enticingly. Her arms and legs were thick and hard, with long, smooth
muscles. She stood a couple of inches taller than Richie in her thick shoes,
and now she climbed the steps and gave him a hot kiss, plunging her tongue
into his mouth and grabbing his cock.

"I've never had this cock, you know, Sally," Lois said, as she ran her hand to
its base and began to squeeze rhythmically.

"You're very big and hard, Pansy," she cooed to Richie, as she gathered him
into her other arm.

"Annie, does he have an extra hour or so?"

"Sure ma'am," the old woman said, bringing the bucket of rinse water, "I'm
just going to pour this over the stone - you can have him if ya like." She
carried the heavy bucket in one hand up onto the porch, raised it easily,
whipcord arm jumping with muscle, and poured it around, rinsing the soap from
the stone.

"Oh boy, come on, Pansy, this is your lucky day," Lois picked him up without a
thought and settled him on her left hip, his legs spread around her hard,
thick waist.

"Goddess, for a tall boy you're so light," she said, as she supported him with
her left hand under his butt. She pressed him up some inches just with her
arm, two or three times, supporting most of his 140-ish pounds on her hand.

"Just a little toy man, right Sally?"

"Of course, Lois," Sally replied. Walking next to the two young people, she
reached over and squeezed one of Rich's pecs, thumbing his nipple roughly.
"Not much like a man, though. Just a soft little dolly for us to play with,
isn't that right, Richie?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he murmured, as he wrapped his arms tight around Lois' big
shoulders. He squeezed the hard muscle there, and she turned and look at him
as they walked, giving him a quick kiss.

For Richie this was a huge upturn in his day. From slaving under the hard hand
and cigarette breath of Annie, he was in the arms of a young woman with sexual
mayhem in her eyes. Lois was tall, broad-shouldered and square, with a
swimmer's narrow hips and overdeveloped shoulders and thighs. Her auburn hair
was cut short, just brushing the back of her neck, and her square-jawed face
was offset by her big eyes and straight, firm nose. She puckered up and Richie
kissed her gently. They knew each other from the little house-parties, but
they had never done more than make him lick her to orgasm. Now Richie took one
of her firm breasts in his hand, caressing it, then lifting it to feel its
mass. It was nowhere near the mass and weight of Bonnie's, but made a very
nice handful.

Lois took his wrist and lifted his hand from her.

"You'll get that when I give it to you, dolly," she said, then settled his
hand on her lower belly.

"There, feel those abs work while I walk - Tommy says it turns him right on
when he rides my back and feels my tummy flex."

It was true, her muscles and tendons felt like hard ropes and stones in some
kind of graceful machine as she effortlessly bore his weight. He flexed his
fingers but couldn't make a dent in her belly.

They left the little enclosure, and walked out into the woods surrounding the
Taylor house. Stepping onto a wooden walkway, they turned to head down the
hill on wooden steps. Rich had never been here before, and he was again amazed
at the size and obvious expense of the Taylor grounds. They women arrived with
him in a clearing far down the hill, where a little stream made a pool about
20 feet across in the rock. There was a good-sized area of sandy beach where
the stairs came down, stretching to the water, and in one corner was a tiny
shed

"I love the water, Pansy, don't you," Lois said, kicking off her sneaker and
wading right into the water with him.

"Now Pansy, when I dunk your cock in the water, you'd better stay nice and
hard, or I'll have to tan your ass until you cry. Understand?"

Before he could answer she stepped further in and he was up to his waist in
the icy water. Her hand grabbed his cock hard and squeezed, and he focused on
her hand, and on the memory of his Bonnie's body, and he wrapped his hands
around Lois' stony biceps, and he stayed hard.

He opened his eyes to see Lois staring hungrily at him, her hand working his
10" cock, as he clutched her flexing biceps.

"What a pretty slut you are, Pansy," she said, sounding truly pleased, and she
gathered him around to press a hard kiss on his lips, squeezing his hips
against her muscular belly with the other hand. Her biceps hardened further
and he answered her kiss hotly, writhing against her a little.

"Oh yeah, sweetie ... " she murmured, as she once again lifted him and carried
him out of the water to set him on the sand. His cock still bobbed in the air,
and she gave it a little slap, laughing. She began to undress, taking off her
little halter to let her round, firm breasts stand high on her thick chest.

"You're a big boy, Pansy," she said, casually flexing her right arm. Her
biceps grew larger, definition increasing, going from round to lumpy and
peaked. "Some of the girls think you should be a stud."

This brought a sharp laugh from Sally Taylor, who was stretched out naked in a
seat made of smooth round stones with sand amidst them, sunning herself in the
June light.

"He's no stud," Sally laughed, "he's as frail as a little girl, and a total
little slut for big strong girls. Look at those lips - you should see him
painted up, he's gorgeous."

"Oooh, I wanna see you all prettied up, Pansy. You know, Tommy's a stud - he's
got nice, hard little muscles. Sometimes we play-fight, you know ... "

Lois stepped back, still in her little cut-off jeans, and stretched out her
arm to slap Rich gently on the face. She giggled, and stood up straight, then
reached out to slap his cock again, harder.

"Hey," he said, stupidly, but she was smiling and giving him 'come on'
gestures, so her reached out his long arm and lightly slapped one titty before
she could block.

"Ha!" he laughed, and then they were circling each other.

That was the last slap he landed on anything but her blocking arm. She was
fast, and her arms were longer than his, her bare-foot height two inches
taller. She landed light slaps on his face and cock, and then started slapping
his tits. His weak blows were all stopped by her arm or hand, as she often
just batted his arm away with a swipe. Worst of all, he was obviously afraid
of her. She'd raise her hand high and instead of trying to fight he'd raise
his hands, not in a real block, but reflexively like a sissy. So she started
to hit him a little harder.

"You thought it was funny to slap my breast, eh, boy?" she growled, still
smiling. One fast hand slapped the side of his skinny chest hard, making him
exclaim a little.

"Oh, does it hurt to get your little titty slapped?" she hit the other one,
flat against the nipple, knocking him backward. Stepping into him she grabbed
his right arm in her left hand and slapped his tit again.

Lois' veined hand crushed Rich's arm, feeling like she was gripping him by the
bone as his soft flesh gave way. He was frightened now as the big brunette
slapped his face, and then went back to work on his chest. He began to beg.

"Please, Ma'am, don't hurt me ... I'm not a stud, I'm just a dolly ... please,
you're so strong ... "

She laughed again, and gave him three more slaps on his left tit with her
right hand, then dropped him to the sand with a shove. Richie began to cry
softly, covering his face with his hands.

"Look at that, Sally - he's still hard," she said, as she began to undo her
shorts.

"He loves to be beaten up a little, honey, that's what Bonnie says."

"OOoo, does he," she cooed, and planted her bare foot on his chest. "Does he
like big strong girls to make him cry?"

She finished undoing her shorts and slid them down off of her hips, revealing
her hairy mound and smooth legs. She lifted her foot and kicked the shorts
onto Rich's face, then settled on his chest with one knee, making him lose his
breath for a second. Her thigh was huge and round, and Rich took it in both
hands, squeezing the thick muscle.

Looking up from his back, Lois looked ten feet tall, her huge, cut thigh
pressing into his chest. He loved looking at the bottom of her tits, cut
straight by her thick pecs, heavy curves rising from muscle. Her pussy was
glistening, and he saw it flex, lips opening and closing. His lips opened,
tongue running across them.

"Do you see something you like, Pansy? Little dollies like licking cunt, don't
you ... "

She stood up and walked over to the stones, finding another spot where sand
between the rocks made a seat. She sat down and spread her legs, massaging her
pussy with one big hand.

"Stand up and come over here, Richie," she instructed, and he got to his
unsteady legs. His chest was burning, and he rubbed his pec as he walked to
her, to stand between her legs where she was pointing.

"On your knees"

He fell to his knees and plunged his face into her hot wetness. Bonnie had
taught him very well, and his soft, pillowy lips quickly brought Lois to a
powerful orgasm, and then another. She crushed his head between her legs, and
pressed his face into her, rubbing his nose against her wiry bush. After she
came again, she released him, and planted a foot in his chest. With a shove
she pushed him hard onto his back.

Richie slowly rose to his elbows, as the big swimmer stood and flexed, her
muscles jumping in to sharp relief.

"Oh I like little weakling dollies," she stood and stalked toward him, muscles
rippling in her thighs and lower belly.

Rich was still puffing on the ground, his hand automatically grasping the root
of his cock to keep it hard, when she stepped across him and lowered herself
down onto his hips. She slapped his hands away, and held his long member
before her. She rubbed her clit up and down his base a few times, toying with
the head with the other hand, and Rich let out a little whimper that filled
him with shame.

"Yes, Pansy, it's hard to please the girls when you're a helpless weakling,
but you are doing a very good job."

Richie looked up at her, his face filling with a pleasure that made the amazon
girl get even wetter.

"I ... I am?" he asked, timidly, his hips writhing a little beneath her heavy
body.

"You are," she answered, "Bonnie's totally in love with you. A lot of women
like to marry studs, because caring for a dolly is a lot of work, but Bonnie
just loves her little toy Richie - or Pansy, like she calls you now."

"P-Pansy," he repeated, his face turning bright red.

The brunette bent forward, planting a hot kiss on his lips, then kissing her
way around to his ear. She reached behind and lifted her butt, arranging his
cock into her. Kissing and licking his neck and ear, she slipped her hands
under his upper arms and wrapped her hard fingers around them. As she worked
herself down onto his ten inches, she pushed his arms up until her knuckles
were by his ears, his arms pinned over his head.

"Mmmm hmmm. You're a pansy, because you're so soft ... " she squeezed,
crushing his slender biceps and triceps in her hands.

She kissed her way back to his lips, and covered his face with small, hot
kisses, " ... and pretty. We all think you're so pretty."

Lois gasped as she pushed herself all the way down onto him, and then began
pounding him hard. Her powerful core allowed her to raise her ass nearly to
the end of his cock, and slam down hard, driving his little body into the
sand. Richie stayed rock hard as she rode him for nearly 15 minutes, sighing
and gasping, kissing and licking.

"I know you're allowed to come today, sissy," she murmured to him during a
pause. She had slammed herself down into him and was pulsing his cock in her
muscular tunnel. She pushed backward a little, rubbing her clit against his
shaft in short thrusts, until she began to come. The pulsing power of her
orgasm was almost enough for Richie, but he was pretty drained.

"Come, you little pussy," she growled, and bit his neck hard. The bright point
of pain in his tender flesh was the signal, and he erupted in her, his own
member pulsing and pressing into her depths. She continued to pound him, but
as his third orgasm of the day passed he shriveled quickly, her pussy forcing
him out with its last contractions. She kissed him warmly on the mouth again,
still immobilizing his arms. His eyes were closed, lips open and red, cheeks
flushed, and she kissed him again, crushing his flaccid muscles.

"Very nice, Pansy," she said, "Bonnie's a lucky girl."

Richie lay on his back, panting, as Lois released his arms and sat up, shaking
the sand from her arms, then stood up, brushing herself off.

"Your turn, Sally," she smirked down at him, then walked away and dove into
the little pond.

Oh, no," he said, unthinking, but Sally was walking over to where he lay in
the sand. He rolled on his side, tucking his wrists between his legs to hide
his shameful limp cock, and watched the 40-something woman. She was probably
half-again as wide as Lois, her hips and thighs like an avalanche of rolling
curves, her huge low breasts swaying and jiggling as she walked. Her body had
very little padding apart from her chest and hips and ass, and thick cords and
mounds of muscle covered her form. Her long red hair fell far below her
shoulders, loose in the small breeze. She came to stand over him.

Sally knelt beside him and held out her hand.

"Take my hand, Richie," she said, and he grasped her slender, hard hand. She
grabbed his wrist and stood up, dragging him to his knees, actually lifting
most of his mass with her single arm, straining his little arm with his own
weight.

"Now stand up, Pansy," she said, and he scrambled to his feet as she
immediately swept them from under him and lifted him, cradled in her big arms.
She turned and carried him into the water.

"Let's get this sand off of you, sweetie," she said, holding him high on her
chest for a kiss, then dipping him into the water, running her hands over him
to rinse him. The water poured down from a little waterfall, and then
continued on downstream, making the pool clean and clear over its stone floor.
Lois was lying back in the water, floating happily. Sally carried him again
out of the pool, back to where she had been sitting, sat down again and
arranged him in her lap.

She pulled his wrists aside and pulled his very flaccid cock out to its full
soft length.

"I want to fuck you, Pansy. Why aren't you hard?"

Richie grabbed his cock and began squeezing, but Sally, took his wrist and
bent his arm behind his back, holding it with her other hand, then went back
to pulling and wiggling his jellied member.

"Bonnie told us you're supposed to be hard whenever we want you, isn't that
right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Richie said, face burning. He now felt deeply ashamed whenever a
woman saw him with a soft cock, feeling that his only claim to manhood was
gone. He turned and pressed his face into her hard upper chest, snuggling
against her huge bosom, "I just came, ma'am ... please may I have a few
minutes."

"In a few minutes you'll be hard for me?"

"Yes, please ... may I have a tit, ma'am?"

"How sweet, the little sissy wants my breast." She arranged one soccer-ball
bosom, using her hand to hold it perfectly round before his lips. The nipple
was huge and brown on the pale white flesh.

"Why don't you suck my big breast for five minutes, and then I'll fuck you."

Richie sighed, and gathered her two big breasts into his arms. Kissing his way
up to her nipple and settling his skinny length into her hip and thighs. Her
body easily allowed him to rest upon her, despite his slightly greater height,
and he loved to feel like a wisp of lust draped over the form of a big woman.
Sally gently toyed with and squeezed his organ, as he switched to her other
breast, and put his hands on Sally's upper arms. Sally's muscles were mature
and steel-hard, and she flexed one biceps under his hand, letting him feel it
rise to egg-shaped, double-peaked prominence. Her other arm rippled and moved
under his hand as she worked his cock, her extended biceps still almost too
hard to compress. In this heavenly position, Richie's cock did start to swell.

"That's nice, Richie," Sally said quietly, "you're turning into our little
slut. I love it when a man is turned on by how much bigger and stronger I am.
You're just a pretty mouth and a hard cock, aren't you Pansy?"

"Oh yes, Mrs Taylor," he said, unthinking. But that was how he felt, like a
weightless thing in the hands of a real woman.

"OK, that's enough," Sally said, and put her hands under his armpits. She
lifted him away from her bosom and sat forward, depositing him standing on the
sand between her spread legs, then leaned forward to examine his cock. Richie
felt Lois' hand on his hip as she came up behind.

"Let's have a look," she giggled, kissing his neck.

The older woman reached down and gripped his half-hard cock.

"Still too weak, little girl," Sally said, roughly gripping the base and
pumping her hand. This produced an improvement, his head rising, and Lois
reached down to stroke the growing length.

"That's better, Pansy," she said, as he slowly grew until able to stand
forward, "we won't tell Bonnie what a little weakling you are, yet."

Richie felt some of his shame leaving as he found that he could flex his cock
a little, head rising as he did. He could tell he wasn't fully erect, but he
still stood out over eight inches long.

"Come to me, Pansy," the big redhead said, and she pulled him by the cock to
her pussy, nestling the head to her lips. "Give it to me, honey," she grinned.

Lois laughed and Richie stuttered.

"Oh Sally," Lois said, "he can't push that tube of hamburger into you. Here,
I'll help ... " She pressed against his back and grabbed the root of his cock,
making it a little harder, and pressed him against Sally's lips. "You're nice
and wet, ma'am," Lois said.

"Pansy is such a turn-on, isn't he, Lois? His body is like candy for me ...
makes my mouth water."

Richie squirmed as Lois pressed against his ass, driving his cock against
Sally's closed slit. She pushed him in an inch, but Sally tightened her body,
and he couldn't get in. His semi-hard cock bent painfully, and he whimpered.

"Please, Mrs Taylor ... please ... " he begged

"Please what, honey?

"Please fuck me," he asked, as he had been taught.

Sally sat up, legs still spread wide, and he felt her body open wide.

"That's enough, Lois," she said, "little dolly gets in when I let him in."

Lois back away and Sally wrapped one huge leg behind Richie, placed her calf
on his ass, and pulled him into her, hard enough to make him stumble. Sally
grabbed him at the hips, and lifted a little, holding him upright, his feet
barely on the ground. She wrapped her other leg behind him, and she was
sitting , pressing him into her, her upright posture bending his cock upward.
She wrapped her arms around him and pressed his body to her. In the furnace of
her pussy his cock grew and hardened to full strength.

"That's nice, Pansy," she cooed, "I almost never get this full." Then Richie
gasped as he felt her clamp down on him, without moving. Her pussy began to
squeeze and milk him, amazing control allowing her to squeeze up from the
base, then back down, her belly flexing and rippling.

"You're in the meat grinder now, little man. You'll be nothing in a few
minutes."

Richie giggled a little, and started to try to fight her, the way that Bonnie
liked. He pushed against Sally's broad shoulders and squirmed as she began to
grind his cock. She ignored him, until he actually beat at her arms, his fists
making no impression on her hard flesh.

"You silly little thing," she chuckled, and grabbed his wrists, still pinning
him to her with her legs, "let's just stop all that right now." She pulled his
wrists together and took both in one hand, her long fingers hard as ropes.
With her other hand she pulled one big breast aside, and pressed his forearms
against her sternum. Letting her breast fall back, she flexed her chest, and
Richie felt his right arm squeezed between her pecs, her big tits pressing
both arms against her. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her tits
together, and despite his struggles he couldn't free him arms. She crushed him
to her, and he was helpless as her pussy milked his cock.

"Too weak to fight my tits, Pansy," she smiled, and crushed his mouth with her
lips. Lois laughed aloud from her seat on a nearby rock.

"Goddess!" she laughed, "he couldn't be any weaker if he was three feet tall
... "

Sally rocked back on her ample ass, clutching Richie to her bosom and lifting
his feet from the sand. Her huge legs kept him pinned tightly to her pussy,
and then she gave a little slack, and worked the base of his shaft against her
clit. Moving him as she pleased, she began to rock herself against him, making
a friction so tight he felt like his cock was bending in her.

Richie was bound tight to Sally's body by her muscles, tits and pussy. He
stopped struggling as she rocked backwards; feeling tiny and weak in her arms,
trapped against her thick, heavy breasts, as she ground his cock even more
tightly. He didn't seem to be in danger of coming again, and after a few
minutes the big women moaned and nearly crushed his torso in her arms as she
came. Her legs clamped his hips, and only her huge bosom seemed to save him
from being broken against her chest. He cried out a little, as she did, but he
didn't come. She smiled at him as she stopped moving for a bit, then moved him
again a little and pressed his face into her cleavage, above his helpless
arms. She wrapped an arm around his head and then started to rock again,
bringing herself back to a cascade of orgasms as she smothered him in her
flesh. Richie lost consciousness with his face pressed into the silk of her
breasts.

He gasped awake again as he hit the sand at Sally's feet. The women were
chatting as Sally, nudged him with her toes.

"There you are, Pansy," she said, rubbing his cock with her foot until it
returned to hardness, "and still nice and hard."

Sally stood and hopped into the water, floating and splashing a little. Lois
had put her clothes back on, and now she offered Richie a hand.

"Come on, dolly, I'll take you back to Bonnie."

Richie grabbed her hand, and she lifted, his shoulder easily leaving the sand.
Richie's grip couldn't support him, though, and he slipped off, falling to his
back again. Lois laughed aloud.

"Hold up your hands, dolly," she said, and she gripped his wrists and lifted
him until he could get his feet under him. He staggered and caught himself
against the solid woman's body, but she set him up straight and gave his cock
a little squeeze at the root.

"No way I'm carrying your big butt up the stairs, boy, come on," she pulled
him along by his long dick, and they made their way up the stairs.

"You're a very hot little slut, Pansy," Lois chuckled as they walked. Her
thick thighs pumped as she climbed, keeping Richie's attention on them, and on
her ass, and on the hand that stroked and pulled on his cock.

"You know you can't resist, and you've become just a marvelous little toy,
with your well-trained cock and worthless little muscles. I do like my Tommy -
he's much more manly and even kinda strong, but I love making guys into pretty
little dollies. In fact, you have to come to the playroom before I take you to
Bonnie."

"Aw, Lois, I'm tired," he whined, puffing as he climbed the steep flights up
the side of the hill. Richie was tired indeed, his legs felt like stuffed
tubes as be plodded up the stairs. Lois turned and looked at him, squinting a
little.

"Are you that weak, boy?" she said, but Richie was now actually dizzy. The
fact was he hadn't had a bite to eat since his small breakfast, and now he
felt his head begin to swim.

"No, I'm really ti ... " his head became filled with TV static and his legs
gave out beneath him. Lois caught him easily enough, stepping down two stairs
to settle him into her arms.

"Damn it, boy," she laughed, "well, you don't need an easy ride." She shifted
him, and threw his head over, his waist bent over her strong shoulder, and set
off up the stair.

"I'm sorry, Lois, ma'am," he said, as she bounced the air out of him on her
shoulder.

"SSShhh, Pansy," she said, stroking his ass and kissing the hip next to her,
as she topped the steps and headed past the big stone pavilion, "we're going
to have some more fun, and we'll see if you get back to Bonnie with that big
baby hard."

She carried him through one of the doors, and down a short hallway, up another
flight of stairs, and into a big, comfortable parlor. This was the room where
the youngsters had often had 'sleepover' parties, and Richie was used to
expecting to have fun here.

The big girl carried him over to one of the wide couches and tossed him down
on it.

"Have you eaten lately, little one?" she asked, running a thumb over his lips.

"No, ma'am," he said.

She went to the fridge and got an apple and used a quick slicer to make
wedges. She poured a glass of skim milk, and took them over to the
still-winded boy.

She sat them on a little table beside the bed, and told him to have a snack.
He did, and the sugar and protein did seem to restore him.

Lois changed into a sheer red dressing gown, and nothing else. She slipped on
a pair of 4" heels, thick, solid platforms that made her much taller than
Richie, and walked to him, holding out her hand.

"C'mon, Richie, let me play with you ... " Richie took her hand and let her
lead him to the big vanity in the corner, and stood him him in front of the
little chair with long legs. Still completely naked, his hair was tangled and
his body looked thin and pale in the big, round mirror, his chest and arms
bruised in colored patterns.

Lois stepped behind him, standing head and shoulders above him, her breasts
resting against his neck. Her shoulders and chest were broader than his, and
she put her arms down around him and pressed him into her hard body. Her hands
found his nipples and she pinched then softly. She smiled down at him as his
cock twitched, and pinched him harder, until he gasped. She bent over and
kissed his gasping mouth hard.

"Poor little Richie," she cooed when she parted her kiss, "we messed you up,
didn't we. You look so hot, all beaten and weak, helpless ... . Sit down and
let Lois make you feel better ... "

Richie sat quietly as she took a hairbrush and gently untangled his long hair.
Bonnie had told him to let his hair grow, and now it was well over his
shoulders, brown and wavy.

"Do you remember when Karen used this hairbrush on you, dolly? You bawled like
a baby until Bonnie stuffed her nipple in your mouth."

She suddenly pinched his nipple hard, and he gasped again and actually pulled
at her arm. She giggled and threw her leg over his, then pressed her breast to
his mouth. She continued to pinch him as he sucked and licked, then she pulled
his face back from her tit, holding his hair.

"Pansy, you're just so sexy... Look how little and soft you look, next to me."
Lois raised her right arm, releasing his cock, and flexed. Her arm rippled,
and her high, square biceps popped. She took his wrist and lifted his hand,
bending his arm like a flex but he didn't make any effort, and his arm stayed
flat and soft.

"Flex, honey, come on ... pull hard ... " she teased, and shook his wrist a
little, making his whole arm and shoulder jiggle. He pulled at her fingers,
and his arm swelled a little, a flat strip of biceps just visible. She
released his wrist and pinched his muscle in her fingers from below, crushing
it painfully.

Richie gasped and look up at her, bruised lips pouting.

"Please don't, Lois ... you're too strong ... "

But she crushed his arm, bruising his soft muscle, and reached around to grab
his cock at the root. He was mostly hard, but she wobbled his long meat and
laughed at him.

"Little pussy ... come here ... " She dragged him off the stool and sat him
down on the big hassock. She pulled his legs apart and knelt between them

"Big Lois is going to teach dolly something new." She opened a drawer and took
out a tube of lubricant, covered her fingers, and began to apply it to his
ass.

"Oh God, no!" he said, trying to pull his legs together.

"Oh yes, Pansy ... you need to come even harder ... like a good little girl
... " she caught his right thigh in her left hand and crushed the little
muscle in her hand, pressing it wide and getting her shoulder under his other
leg. She lifted a little, raising his ass an inch off the bed, forcing him
back onto his shoulders. Gently she inserted her big, blunt finger into his
ass.

"Feel that, Pansy?" she cooed, as she released his leg and stroked it, taking
his cock in her hand.

"You're nice and tight, like the pretty virgin you are ... "

Richie was crying, but then he gasped as a wave of pleasure rolled over him.

"There's dolly ... isn't it nice to raise your legs for me? Spread your pretty
legs, Pansy."

"Oh ... " Richie gasped, as she squeezed him hard and worked her strong
finger. He came like a rocket again, covering his chest and face with semen.
Then, seconds later, he swelled and came again, as she smiled at him from
between his legs.

As he was still quivering, his cock shriveling, she stood and stepped behind
his head, then lifted him under his arms. She held him up in front of the
mirror. Richie saw a pretty, helpless figure, splashed with cum, arms drooping
in the hands of the tall, strong woman. His cock was flaccid and weak as well.

"There's my little Pansy, drooping and helpless, not a man at all ... "

She sat down on the hassock and put him between her knees, then pressed his
face into her pussy.

"My turn, sweetie, make me come a few times."

Even exhausted and helpless, Richie loved to lick, and he held on to Lois'
hard thighs as he did as he was told, making her come several times in the
next minutes. Lois pulled his face hard into her wetness, and clamped her legs
around him, letting him breathe so that he could stay busy. Lois' moans of
pleasure were loud and happy. After a while she pulled his head away, gasping,
and held it between her knees as she flexed her upper body, breasts rising on
thick muscle, biceps pumped and peaked.

"Oh!" she roared, "I love being so strong! I make men my toys, boy, just
helpless little toys. Come to mama, now, Pansy ... "

She pulled him up into her lap, limp and gasping.

"Just little toys, Pansy ... " she murmured kissing his neck and pressing him
to her, "but you, you're not even like a man. Most men have muscles, even if
they're little and weak ... ," she played with his still-soft dick, flopping
it from one leg to the other and squeezing, "but you're totally soft. I know
you've always been a little weakling, Karen told us, but now you're just a
dolly. I don't even think you can get hard any more. Can you?"

She opened one of the drawers, taking out a small kit.

"No, you can't, because the big strong woman took away your cock. So if you
can't be a man, we'll just make you a pretty little girl."

First she opened a metal drawer to find a warm, moist towel waiting. She took
it and slowly wiped Richie clean, playing sweetly with his body as she wiped
his chest and face. She brushed his hair again, and then took out a little jar
of rouge and opened it. She used her fingers to rouge his nipples first,
pressing her thumbs hard into his soft chest. She also applied a little to the
rest of his chest, with sensual motions. Then she applied just a little to his
cheeks. In easy, simple colors she painted his eyes and face, and finally his
full red lips. She clipped back his hair then stood him before the mirror.
Richie was shocked, again, at how pretty he really looked, his eyes smoky, his
lips full and dark red against his pale skin. The trick she had done with the
rouge on his chest made his pecs, always soft and a little rounded, look even
rounder, nipples red. But his body was also covered with bruises. His
'breasts' looked battered, chest black-and-blue from Annie and Lois, arms
ringed in finger-marks.

"There's my Pretty Pansy," Lois said, as she reached around him from behind.
She gripped his cock, then turned his head up and kissed him over his
shoulder, bending his thin body against her. She turned his face to the mirror
again, kissing his ear and running her fingers in his hair, as she gently
tickled his cock. Perhaps he had swelled a little, but he was still floppy,
and she made a little sound of disapproval as she flapped it around.

"See, baby-doll, little dollies are like weakling girls. A lot of big, strong
women like to fuck them, especially if they don't show respect by staying
hard. Did you like being beaten and fucked by me, baby?"

Through his veil of humiliation and exhaustion, Richie remembered the thrill
of helpless pleasure as he surrendered to the strong girl, and the power of
the orgasms she had given him. He looked into Lois' eyes and nodded his head,
blushing.

"That's so sweet. Bonnie didn't want to be the first; just in case you hated
it, but I'm glad ... you're a nice boy, Richie. But if Aunt Sig gets you when
you're soft like this, she'll really make a girl out of you ... "

Lois stepped away from Richie, and went to the closet, where she kept a pair
of jeans and a t-shirt. She stripped off the robe and threw them on quickly
over her naked flesh, the shirt stretched tight across her muscles, and rolled
up the t-shirt sleeves. Stepping back into the tall shoes, she walked over to
Richie and held out her hand.

"Would you like to see Bonnie, Pansy?" she asked. Richie's heart lifted at the
thought of being safe in his girl's arms, but he was also frightened to see
her without a hard cock.

Still, he said, "Oh yes, Lois, it's been all day ... "

"Come on, then, sweet thing, let's go to dinner."

Leading the shorter boy, they walked through the hall and around the corner to
the big common room where folks usually ate. Richie worked his cock a little,
but it only swelled slightly, still drooping from the hard day of being a
slave and a toy for women. This thought seemed to make him a little harder, so
he thought back again to being Lois' little bitch, on his back, and to being
crushed and helpless in Sally's skilled grasp. Even the memory of the feel of
Annie's hard hand on his cheek seemed to turn him on, and by the time they
reached the common room he was nearly half-hard, his cock bobbing low.

"My goodness, Pansy ... you are a little slut, aren't you?"

She was lifting his chin, gripping his cock, squeezing it to a greater
firmness, and she seemed to expect an answer.

"Yes, Lois, I'm a little slut. You're all so beautiful and strong ... "

"Very nice. Now, when you see Bonnie, I want the first thing you say to her,
nice and loud to be 'Lois says I'm a pretty little slut'. Right?"

So, they entered the room, where Bonnie and Sally and Mr. Taylor and Aunt
Sigrid were sitting at the usual dinner table, though the food hadn't been
served. They were all fully clothed, even Bonnie's dad, who was often naked
with his wife. Bonnie smiled beautifully and held out her arms to Richie, and
he ran to her, but stopped and did as he was told, making the whole table
laugh loudly. Bonnie gathered him onto her lap, still laughing, as Lois sat
down next to her. Richie's cock was now hard enough to stand in his lap, and
Bonnie gripped it with an appreciative purr. She was dressed in heavy
bluejeans and a tight black t-shirt, and when she gathered Richie to her he
discovered that she wore no bra.

"This little girl has a nice cock, Lois. Poor little thing ... you look like
the girls worked you over pretty well. How many times did you come today,
Pansy?" she asked him.

"Five, Bonnie," he said, and a little round of applause greeted his
announcement.

"Five good ones, and you're still hard enough to fuck. You are a little slut,
Pansy ... " She kissed him deep, for a minute, and then told him to get up and
pull over the big hassock from the wall.

Richie walked over and gave a pull on the fabric corners, but it barely budged
an inch. The furniture was heavy, solid oak and padding. He pulled again, and
got another inch from it.

"Hurry up, dolly, I'm hungry."

The women were giggling as they watched him struggle with the hassock.

"He really has become so weak, Bonnie," Sally said, smiling, "look at his tiny
legs ... Help him darling."

Jack Taylor got up and 'helped' Richie push the hassock easily to the table,
right next to Bonnie. The older man plainly had slender, well-developed
muscles, though he looked thin compared to any of the women, but he had no
trouble moving the item.

"Flex for Pansy, dad," Bonnie said, chuckling.

"Now honey," her Father began.

"Boy ... " Sally said, her voice stern, and her husband turned red, shut up
and raised his right arm. He flexed and a small, round muscle appeared.

"Give that a squeeze, Pansy," Bonnie said, and Richie, also blushing, took it
in his hand. The man's biceps was certainly the smallest he'd felt that day,
but it was firm and round, and plainly provided some strength.

"That's fine, Dad," Bonnie said, and told Richie to sit on the hassock next to
her.

Sally Taylor rang a little bell, and two small, slender men brought them
dinner, both apparently 'dollies', since both wore little dresses and pretty
makeup, their hard cocks tenting the front of their frilly garments. There was
roast beef and vegetables, little savory fried pies and lots of salad.

"See, Pansy, that's why you'll never be a stud. Even when you were lifting
weights your little muscles never showed any signs of getting hard like Dad's.
Now that you've been dieting, you're so soft and slender that I just can't
keep my hands off of you. You look so hot in that make-up, I'm going to ... "

"All right, dear ... dinner table ... " Sally cut in, chuckling. Her husband
was sitting down right beside her, his hands wrapped around her arm as she
ate.

"Sorry," Bonnie laughed. She took a huge helping of steak and broccoli, with
steamed potatoes. Then she took a small plate and cut a few ounces of the meat
into bites, added plenty of the vegetable, and set it before Richie. He slowly
ate the small portion, actually plenty for him now that he was used to his
weight-loss regimen. As always, the steak was perfect, and he enjoyed feeling
Bonnie's hands as she occasionally stroked his body as she ate and talked with
the other women. As usual, the men ate mostly in silence as the women talked.
Bonnie and her mom discussed family financial matters well beyond his
comprehension, and after he had finished he scooted next to Bonnie.

"Who are those guys," he whispered into her ear, kissing it gently.

She chuckled and put her arm around him, pulling him to her.

"Mom, Pansy wants to know who the help are tonight."

"Those are my little girls, Bonnie," Sigrid said, and she waved to them and
they come to her.

"This is Millie, and this is little Daisy. Girls, this is Mistress Bonnie.
They like to come here and be my puny little slave girls. Isn't that right,
girls?"

"Yes, Mistress Sigrid," they both said.

"Boys like that pay Mistress Sigrid for the pleasure of being her servants,
Richie," Bonnie's dad spoke up, "That's why men like us should be so grateful
to have the love of such wonderful women."

The table laughed a little, but generally concurred, Richie leaning over to
kiss Bonnie's neck warmly.

"I don't know how lucky it feels during a naked week, Dad," Bonnie laughed,
"he was working for Annie today."

"Oh dear," Jack Taylor chuckled, "she's a rough old girl, isn't she Richie?"

"Yes, sir," he responded, rubbing his cheek.

"Well, pretty dollies must learn to obey strong women, isn't that right,
Daisy," Sigrid said, as she lifted her shirt to the little servant. He
instantly pressed his face to the giant woman's nipple and suckled. The other
dolly was cleaning up plates, and cast a longing look at them.

"All right, then," Sally Taylor said, standing and lifting her husband on to
her hip, "let's just call dinner over, and we'll see you all tomorrow. I'm
quite romantically inclined tonight, for some reason," she winked at Richie as
she left the room.

"Chop chop, girls," Sigrid said, "clean this up fast if you want any time with
your Auntie."

Bonnie stood and took Richie's hand, drawing him to his feet. They walked
quickly down the hall, and down the side-stairs to their little suite, and
Bonnie opened the door for Richie, following him in.

"Poor little Pansy," Bonnie said, as she went to sit down on the edge of the
big chair, "You look like such a victim. Did you like being weak and helpless,
Richie?"

This question made his head spin, and he walked quickly to her, spilling his
fear over Annie's harsh treatment and his confusion over being made her Mom's
toy.

"Take my shirt off, Pansy," she said, and held her arms out as he pulled the
tight t-shirt off over her broad shoulders and blonde head. He folded the
shirt automatically, and handed I to her, and she set it down beside her.

"You didn't answer my question, Richie. Did you like being weak and helpless
for the big, strong women?"

"Yes, Bonnie."

"I know you did, honey. Would you like to have my tit, Pansy?"

"Bonnie, do you have to call me that in private?" he gathered his courage and
asked. Even as he did, he approached her, and she sat back, as he settled into
her lap and took one huge breast in two hands. Even unsupported her breasts
were round, but it became a perfect sphere in his hands, and he gently licked
and kissed.

Bonnie laughed, "Would you like 'sissy-boy' or 'noodle-arm' or 'weakling' any
better?"

Richie laughed, too, as Bonnie gathered him into her arms, his naked bottom on
her rough denim jeans and heavy leather belt.

"You're a pansy, Richie. A dolly-boy. You're just too weak to resist me, or
much of anyone really. And you're too much of a little slut to even want to
resist. You're mine, Pansy, to use or to give away, because you're just too
weak. Now let's see if you can get my boots off ... "