Just Too Weak 13
by Plowjack
Naked Week, pt3


Richie was sweating as he worked through his dance exercise routine, to the
throbbing Middle Eastern music his instructor had left him, while Bonnie did
her morning lifting. First some simple calisthenics squats and modified
pushups.

"Not too many of those, honey," Bonnie laughed, "I don't want your arms all
bumpy."

Then he worked his way across the carpet doing isolation exercises, working on
lifting just one hip at a time, on moving his upper body while the lower
stayed still, and vice-versa. It didn't take much of it to get him sweating,
and the routine was about an hour of active work.

Bonnie was lifting heavy. Her summer goal was to get bigger, and she had been
eating like a horse. She had moved her routine to the high end of her lifts,
with fewer reps, and the weights she was hoisting just amazed Richie. She
easily benched twice his 135 pounds, then put on another 50 and managed two
reps.

"Damn, I could do better," she said, "but I need a spot and you sure aren't
it, are you, Pansy?"

"No Bonnie," he laughed, and raised his arms while doing hip circles. Bonnie
had allowed him to do his routine without an erection, and his gear was stowed
in a black satin hammock. Watching Bonnie lift, even while he concentrated on
the music, rhythm and motion was keeping him swollen. The head of his cock
stuck out the side of his thong as he rolled his hips, holding his upper body
still.

Bonnie watched him, her tongue wetting her pink lips, as he finished the
routine by sinking as gracefully as his tired legs could manage to his knees,
legs spread, and bent forward to touch his forehead to the floor. When he
raised himself upright again on his knees Bonnie was standing in front of him.
Six-foot-one-inches tall, she towered above him, her huge bosom a shelf over
which he could barely see her face. She whipped off her black track-suit top
to reveal her bare upper body.

"You're so hot, Pansy," she said, reaching down to take him under the arms and
lift him into the air. Richie kept his legs bent, and let her lift him in
position. She got an arm under his ass, and held him at waist height as she
pulled his lips to hers. She walked him across the room to the weight corner,
then switched him to her left arm. Leaning back a little she held him on one
arm. He felt her arm tremble a little, and he lowered him to his feet. She
flexed and stretched, then sat down for curls.

"One-thirty five on one arm, dolly," she said, sounding pleased, "soon I'll be
able to juggle your tiny ass."

"You're so strong and lovely," Richie said, throwing himself against her. She
lifted him away from her and set him on his feet again.

"Wanna help me with biceps curls?" She rolled a dumbbell over, while Richie
sat on the bench next to her.

"I'm gonna try sixty pounds," she said, hoisting the weight onto her knee, Put
your hand on my arm if you want, baby."

She did it; six reps with a sixty pound dumbbell for each arm, while Richie
stroked and caressed her hard, flexing muscle. When she was done she flexed
for him, her biceps peaking like a mountaintop. Richie could put his hands
around the top of her muscle, but he couldn't dent it, and as she flexed again
he felt it harden, ridges defining under his hand. With a murmur of amazement
he pressed his mouth to her arm, and she wrapped her arm around his neck,
pressing his face to her biceps.

"Such sweet lips, baby," she murmured as she pressed his face to her stony
arm, "I know you worship my muscles, and that's just so hot." She reached down
and pulled his little briefs off his ass and cock, letting his ten-inch
erection spring free. Richie never failed to become stony hard when Bonnie let
him touch her. He continued to squeeze her huge biceps without effect, until
she relaxed her flex and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him for minutes,
crushing hid lips and driving her tongue into his mouth, until he was panting
for breath. His hands found her chest, but she wrapped her arms around him and
squeezed, crushing him between her breasts against her hard body. She
continued to kiss and squeeze him until she heard him whimper slightly.

"What's wrong, Pansy?" she asked, pulling away from his mouth. He gasped a
breath and panted.

"Oh, I see, you can't breathe," she smiled, and he felt her squeeze tighter.

"Please, Bonnie, it's too much," he wheezed. Her hand went from his back to
his naked ass, squeezing and cupping his butt

"I love how soft you are, Richie," she said sweetly, "I could knock you out
with kisses alone, couldn't I? That's what I want - a lover I can use any way
I want to. " She pulled him into her lap on the weight bench, and settled him
on her thighs, "tell me how you're enjoying your naked week, Richie"

Richie was silent a moment, then rested his head on his big lover's shoulder,
let himself relax in her strong arms. He told Bonnie how happy he was to be
her love, how amazing it was to have such sexual adventures, and how timid and
frightened he felt when some new woman began ordering him about.

"They're all so strong and tough, Bonnie," he said, remembering the use they
had made of his helpless body.

"That's right, Pansy," she said, stroking his hard cock gently, "it only makes
sense to be afraid. Even Dad still gets a hard spanking every so often, and he
knows better than to talk back to Mom. Are you afraid of me, Richie?" She took
his chin in her fingers and lifted his face to look into his eyes.

"You could pull me apart with your hands, Bonnie," he said quietly, "there's
nothing I could do against your strength, and it isn't like you've never hurt
me, so yeah, I'm a little scared of you."

"Uh huh," she nodded, kissing him gently, "that's probably good. You're right
of course, I could break you with my hands. The good news for you is that I
don't really have much of a temper - not like Judy, anyway. She's actually
pretty dangerous to guys. You're not just physically weak though, Richie,
you're what Mom calls a natural submissive. Some little guys just like being
the weak one, like having a big strong woman to support them. I think that's
you, sweetheart. Naked week is to help you realize that the best place for a
guy like you, the safest, sweetest place, is as my little toy man. You don't
need anything but me, baby, and your sweet body." She pressed Richie to her
chest, and he found her nipple, sucking it in and flicking it the way he knew
that she liked.

"That's nice, baby, I love your mouth. You know you would never get out of
here if you didn't have my protection. Aunt Sigrid would never let you get
away - she's wanted you ever since your party. You'd end up face down under
her every night, your mind turned to mush like some little bimbo."

Richie had seen it. Sigrid Taylor's personal dollies were giggling, simpering
sissies, dressed in stripper outfits, waving their cocks in the air and
presenting their bums.

"Please, Bonnie, please," he said, holding one big breast in both hands, round
as a melon, and licking the nipple, "let me be yours."

"My what, Pansy," she said, returning to stroking his member.

"Your soft little sweety, your little toy man," he babbled.

"Do you want to be my little house dolly?" Richie pressed his face tighter
into her breast, not answering, so she grabbed his long hair and pulled his
head back, looking him again in the eyes.

"Do you want to be my dolly, Pansy?" Richie grabbed the arm that held his
head, his hand gripping the hard muscle of her forearm

"Yes, Bonnie," he said. She was rolling him over and laying him flat on the
weight bench, straddling him and pulling off her briefs.

"Good. Then you'll serve dinner to the family tonight, along with Katie. Now
you've gotten me all hot, so I'm going to get an orgasm or two from you. Don't
you dare to come until I come the first time, and then I want you hard in
minutes, Pansy."

Richie spent most of the day with Bonnie, alone in their little apartment in
the Taylor mansion. She worked him over for an hour or so, getting at least
three orgasms but leaving him hard and twitching. He stayed naked of course,
and made them lunch, eating at Bonnie's feet as they watched afternoon TV.

Later in the afternoon Bonnie told him that he should go to the dining room to
be instructed in service.

"But first I need to make you up and give you your dolly clothes."

"But Bonnie..." he began. He was still frightened of being feminized even
further by his girl.

"But nothing, Pansy. When you serve the table you must be pretty and soft,
servile and obedient. That's just the way it is, and you know you look good in
makeup. Now come here."

She took him to the shower and they washed together, always a delight for
Richie. Then she got out a razor and shaved him. By the end Richie was quietly
weeping as she led him from the shower.

"Don't be silly, baby," she said, pressing him against her naked body, "You
look wonderful, and your skin is so soft and clean. It just makes you even
hotter." Richie tried to get his lips on her nipple again, but she turned him
and sat him down at the mirror table.

Bonnie had made him wear makeup before, usually as a punishment, but now she
caressed and kissed his neck as she sat him on a small stool before a mirror
and made his face a painted picture of beauty. With one hand firm around the
base of his cock she reddened his lips and nipples, then used foundation to
hide the bruises around his nipples and on his arms, making his upper body an
even pale tone. She then tied him into the cock-harness he wore for dancing,
keeping his erection firm against his belly.

"Make sure that stays hard if you don't want a public spanking, Pansy," she
murmured as she stroked the length and poked the head. She carefully painted
his eyes and lined his brows, then brushed his long brown hair and braided
ribbons in the two front locks. Finally she brought a thigh-length drape of
strings of shiny crystals and coins, meant to be wrapped around the waist and
tied. She arranged it so that the tie ran under his erect cock, framing it,
the cock-tie higher around his waist.

Bonnie excused herself, leaving Richie to study himself in the mirror. He was
a startling sight, pretty and slender, but with his manhood plainly displayed.
He raised his arms and tried a quick twitch of his hips, as he had been
taught. It looked good in this get-up, and the belt jingled. He did another
step, and was trying a little combination when he heard Bonnie slowly applaud
from the doorway. She had dressed in a little black muscle-shirt, studded with
silver pyramidal studs, and a long skirt.

"Very sexy, Pansy," she said, as she carried her calf-high black boots to him,
"now lace up my boots."

Richie had done this before. Bonnie sat down in the big chair she liked and
pulled up her long embroidered skirt. Her huge calves and perfectly pedicured
feet were beautiful, but his job was to get them into the boots. He pulled the
thin silk socks that were inside the boots onto her feet and calves, caressing
skin and muscle as he did, then got first one foot, then the other into the
boots. He had to ask Bonnie to lift her feet - he was too weak to lift her leg
sufficiently with one hand without her cooperation to get the boot on. She
watched, smiling, as he used what amounted to all his might to pull the laces
tight and even, shaping the custom boots to Bonnie's eighteen inch calves.
Bonnie watched as her little boyfriend served her on his knees. He really was
pretty, and so willing and loving. She felt great about their relationship,
and about her ability to build them a good future. Her little Pansy would be
just fine.

As he finished tying the second boot, Bonnie rose to her feet, the four-inch
heels making her stand 6'5" tall. Once again Richie looked up at her, under
the shadow of her huge bosom, her hips seeming wider than his whole body. Once
again she reached down and caught him under the arms. Bending her legs just a
little she lifted him until his face was even with hers, not more than the
slightest grunt accompanying the lift. His feet dangled inches off the floor
as she held him against her chest.

"That makeup is long-wearing, so you'll have it for most of the rest of the
week, Pansy. That lipstick will last for a long time, and it has a little
pouter in it that makes your lips a little softer and even prettier." Once
again she crushed him between her breasts kissing him hard. This time she
stopped after a minute and set him down on his feet and held him by the hand.

"There we are, Richie. Don't we make a hot couple?"

In the mirror Richie saw a tall, powerful woman and her little glamorous date.
Bonnie was four inches taller and probably one-hundred pounds and more heavier
than Richie, her perfect breasts standing high and round in the tight little
black shirt, her powerful arms and shoulders bare. She had put on several
silver and gold necklaces and big coin earrings, tying back her blonde hair
into a severe ponytail that displayed her long, thick neck. Her thighs and
hips were covered by the long skirt. Richie tried to convince Bonnie that her
shapely legs were too sexy to conceal, but her 30" thighs made her
embarrassed. Next to the towering amazon stood a slender, pretty ... guy ...
with a huge cock, dressed in a dancer's belt, looking barely half as broad as
the woman. He really was pretty, his face and body well-painted. His own bare
arms and shoulders were like thin white sticks, his tiny thighs, calves and
bare feet were shapely, but without muscle. Rich decided he would work hard at
his dancing.

"Now come on, and I'll take you to the kitchen."

Richie was still not over being amazed at the Taylor house. A modern,
mid-twentieth century mansion, it sprawled across an acre or so of interior on
three levels with several enclosed gardens. Outbuildings and garages served
it, and it sat in some eight acres of woodland, which the family had owned for
three generations before Bonnie's. Their apartment was in the back on a garden
level, so they walked, hand in hand, up the stairs and down the hall. They
passed a sitting room in which Bonnie's sister Judy was sitting talking with
two women that Richie didn't know.

"I thought this was just the family," Richie said. The thought of appearing
like this in front of strangers humiliated him.

"It's a big family, honey," Bonnie said, "That is Mom's cousin Morgan (we call
her Auntie) from Wales, and her daughter. I've never met the daughter, I think
she's thirteen or something. Here ... " In an instant Bonnie swept Richie up
into her arms and carried him into the room.

"Hi Judy," she said brightly, "Hi Aunt Morgan. Do you remember me? Judy's
sister Bonnie?"

"Of course I remember you, though not this strapping warrior I see here.
You've grown very well, I see." The older woman stood up, grey in her black
hair but her body thick and hard looking, deep bosomed and broad hipped like
many of the Taylor women. She wore a simple sundress, legs bare, sleeves
short; it revealed long, sculpted arms and legs rippling with muscle and
veins, her feet bare. "Please sit for a minute, this is my daughter Ashley"
she said, indicating a big black-haired girl in jeans, t-shirt, and Doc
Martens who regarded the two of them with curiosity.

"I don't know if I have time. This little fellow is due in the kitchen."

"Will he run away if you set him down and talk to us for a few minutes?"

They all laughed, except for the girl, who looked bored.

"Of course not, Mother," the girl snapped, "he's a helpless little dolly."

Bonnie sat Richie down, telling him to sit at attention, his knees spread,
cock erect, back straight, hand on his thighs, eyes down. This was his
standard 'time out' position, whenever Bonnie didn't think he needed a
spanking for some small error.

"Hello Ashley," Bonnie said politely. "Yes, he is my helpless little dolly.
Mine. I've been training him myself. This is his first naked week, and he's
doing very well. Just look at that meat!"

"It is impressive," the older woman said in her lilting accent, "Judy was
telling us about your training retreat with him. What shall we call him?"

"The girls are calling him Pansy, for his pretty face." Richie blushed clear
down to his nipples as the teen girl laughed out loud.

"That's rich," she crowed, "I'd have called him Rose, for his long stem. That
is a beauty."

"Ashley has just turned fifteen, Bonnie," Judy said, smirking at the girl as
the Welsh teen stood up. She was probably 5'11", but it was hard to guess what
she might weigh. She obviously had the thick, round muscles Richie expected
from Bonnie's family, but she was also very heavy. Her breasts and ass were
huge, though she did seem to have a tight waist. Her thighs strained the seams
of her denim jeans as she walked over and squatted before Richie.

"He's big, Bonnie," she said, as she ran a hand up his cock, flicking the head
before she took one pectoral in hand, kneading and squeezing it, then holding
the nipple pinched. With her other hand she squeezed his right biceps, her
fingers crushing his unflexed muscle and kneading it like dough.

"He's also pudding soft," she tapped Richie playfully on the nose, saying,
"total-ly-weak, isn't he?" she said, dropping to her knees and pulling him to
her for a kiss. Richie made no resistance, enjoying the pretty young woman's
mouth as she kissed him seductively, rolling his nipple between her fingers.

Bonnie watched with cautious approval as Richie performed correctly for the
guests. However she did have an agenda. She put a hand on Richie's shoulder
and pulled him back to his attention position, holding his head against her
skirted leg as she stood.

"Ashley, I'll be glad to give him to you later, if you like - you too, Aunt
Morgan. He's very strong sexually, and totally docile. He does still have some
spirit, though - if you want some fun make him try to fight." Bonnie extended
a hand and Richie took it and stood. "But now he must get to the kitchen,
before Aunt Sigrid gets angry."

Oh yes," Morgan said, chuckling, "can't have Sigrid angry, can we ... "

Bonnie took Richie's hand and led him back out into the hall.

"You'll be meeting more and more of the women over the next weeks, baby.
Summer is here and we'll be coming together for our retreats and gatherings.
You'll meet a lot more men, too, actually, so that should be interesting."

They arrived at a set of double doors with round windows and Bonnie pushed
through with Richie behind.

The kitchen smelled wonderful, the aroma of roast chicken and vegetables
mingling with spices. To Richie's surprise Bonnie's mom and dad were working
together, cooking, while Aunt Sigrid stood by. Actually, Mrs Taylor was
standing back handing him things and talking while he seemed to be saut'ing,
naked in a big white apron. As he watched the big red-head reached between her
husband's legs for a caress as she kissed his neck. As they waited Mr. Taylor
was serving the big skillet out onto a platter, and Sigrid turned to scowl at
them all.

"About time, girl," her Aunt Sigrid said caustically. Sigrid was 6'6" of
hourglass amazon, sister to Bonnie's mom. She was one of the principal women
of the house, and had the legal authority to back up her muscle. Now she was
dressed in a lovely bodice gown, arms and shoulders bare, with her usual heaps
of pendants and chains, and big gold cuffs on her wrists. Her black hair was
done high on her head, and her usually severe looks were softened.

She instructed Richie to stand next to Katie, who was already standing at
attention. She was dressed in a pretty maid's costume, in very high heels,
with sleeves and stockings, and her bosom fully covered. It was the most
demure costume he had seen around here. Next to her Richie was functionally
naked. Two more little men stood behind Katie, also dressed as maids, their
frilly skirts short over white-stockinged legs. Both were locked in what
seemed to be metal cages clamped around their cock and balls.

"These are Jenny and Melinda," Sigrid said shortly. "They are mine, and will
be serving with you tonight. Katie is to be in charge, of course, and you
little sluts will obey her as you would me. She is free to punish you
summarily, though, Katie, you are not to detain them from duty with any little
games, nor make them too beaten for pleasant service. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am ... Aunt Sigrid ... " they said, variously. The two little
submissives were surprised to hear the other two refer to the big domme by her
name.

"They are family, you little pussies," Sigrid snarled, making the two little
men simper and blush. "Now let me sit down and then let's eat.

As the older woman left the kitchen, Katie was lining the servers up and
giving each their assignments.

"Listen you little sluts," she began, and explained that they were to be
silent during service. When one of the men giggled she slapped him hard.

Richie was assigned the coffee pot, large, heavy and hot.

When Richie entered the diningroom, he felt his stomach turn cold at the sight
Seated at the table were Bonnie; her mom, Sally; Aunt Sigrid, and the British
women - Morgan and her daughter. Sally Taylor's chair was a wide two-seat
thing, and her husband was seated next to her, dressed in tiny shorts and a
strappy sleeveless t-shirt. He leaned against his huge wife, his fairly
muscular body slender next to her. Bonnie and Morgan were in similar chairs. A
tiny man was kneeling on the chair next to the guest, and, to Richie's shock
and horror, Bonnie had their friend Tom seated with her, smiling and laughing.

Richie's head spun, but he knew he had to complete his task. He was terrified
of angering the women, and he set about serving the coffee. In the Taylor
house, at formal dinners like this, only the women were served. The women
decide what and how much the men get, often feeding them from their own plate.
Richie filled each big coffee cup in turn. When he got to Bonnie she smiled at
him.

"Say hello to Tommie, Pansy," she said. Richie felt himself blush from his
cheeks down to his neck, and Sigrid chuckled as he stammered a little.

"Bu ... wha ... you ... " he babbled.

"Shut up, Pansy," Bonnie said, sternly. He stopped trying to speak.

"Boys, take the coffee from my dolly." One of the men came and took the
coffee.

"On your knees, Pansy," Bonnie said, and Richie instantly got to his knees.
The women were interested now, leaning forward to watch.

"Oooo.. some little pussy is in trouble," the Welsh accent of the teenaged
Ashley chimed in.

"Be quiet Ashley," Bonnie said, getting raised eyebrows from the black-haired
girl.

"Richie, Tommie is my date tonight. You will serve table, and then be given to
Ashley. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bonnie," he answered, but tears were running down his cheeks. Bonnie
just smiled at him.

"A girl needs some variety, sweetie. I wanted a nice stud to play with, and
Tommie has such nice little muscles, don't you, boy?"

The man in Bonnie's lap - a college freshman a year older than Richie, was
probably a couple inches shorter than him, and was a regular date of Bonnie's
friend, Janet. Janet was a swimmer, a training partner of Bonnie's and a
regular at the house. Tom, a runner, had become completely dominated, just
like Richie.

Now the handsome jock blushed, but smiled as he looked at the giant blonde.

"You like my muscles, Miss Bonnie?" he asked quietly. Sitting next to the
girl, he was obviously smaller, his shoulders less broad, his chest more
narrow. Now he sat up straight and flexed his upper body. His pecs hardened
and his back flared, and his arms showed small, round biceps. The women
chuckled and made appreciative noises.

Bonnie ran her hands up his sides and gripped his biceps. Her long fingers
wrapped around his muscles and she pulled him to her, kissing him hard. He
groaned as she crushed his arms, but responded, pressing his naked chest
against her.

Richie felt a sharp slap on his ass, and he jumped, making the coffee splash
in the pot.

"Roll your tongue up, Pansy," Katie sneered, "and follow me." She gripped his
pony-tail and slapped him on the ass, three times on each cheek, then led him
back to the kitchen.

The other subs were doing dishes, as Katie came in behind Richie. She barely
stood as tall as his shoulders, but he felt himself afraid as she walked past
him. The woman's small, tight body rippled with muscle. She had beaten him
before, and she was more sadistic than most of the women, so Richie was always
quiet and careful around her. She vanished into a pantry for a moment, and
Richie noticed the two little dollies glancing at him and giggling.

Katie emerged holding a length of black drapery cord, with tassels at both
ends.

"Watch this, girls," she said to the two subs as they finished their chores.
She walked up to Richie and held out her hand.

"Give me your hand, Pansy," she said, almost kindly. Richie did as he was
told, but Katie grabbed his wrist. She began to knot the rope around it.

"Did you know that I'm a stud, Pansy?" she said, tightening the first knot in
the soft cord. Richie made some little exclamation of disbelief.

"That's right. I have actual muscles, like tommy, or Bonnie's dad.", she
popped a flex, her right biceps thickening to a little peak. "That's why I'm
in charge here. You know, Pansy - studs are just a little more manly, sturdier
and braver than little dollies like these two," she grabbed his cock at the
base, "or like you." She stepped around him, twisting his arm behind him and
pressing a knee under his butt so that he couldn't sink to his knees.

"I know you want this big cock, don't you girls? This tall weed is just a
helpless dolly, just like you ... " She grabbed his other arm from behind, and
pulled back on his biceps.

"See girls, he's just too weak to resist a real woman, his little muscles are
just crap in my hands."

Roughly she pulled his arm back, and quickly bound his wrists together with
the cord. Working her way up his arms, she made two more loops, the final one
pulling his elbows together, stretching his shoulders uncomfortably.

"Well, at least you're flexible, dolly," Kate said, finishing the knots, "must
be because you're so soft." She grabbed his biceps and pulled him, bending his
back over her knee.

"Do you girls want a look at that?" she said.

Richie started to bawl. He hadn't been given any command to be silent, and he
was overwhelmed with fear and humiliation. He knew Katie wanted to hurt him,
but he was too frightened of her to resist, and so now he was at her mercy.
The two little men giggled, and hugged each other, whispering, then simpered
toward Richie. To his horror they began touching and stroking his cock, which
made him writhe and actually struggle. Katie's small, hard hands gripped his
biceps hard, driving her knee into his back. She had him off-balance and could
have thrown him down at any moment.

The two dollies really looked like little girlish women. Neither one came up
to Rich's shoulder, and their faces were pretty, lips painted. The smaller one
carefully undid the tip of Rich's cock-rig, allowing his long member to spring
forward. Both dollies began to fondle it, a sensation that Rich couldn't avoid
finding pleasurable. Still he had never had a man touch him before ... if
these were men ... if he was a man ... Richie bawled, tears streaming from his
eyes

Just as the dollies began to actually lick, Sigrid burst into the kitchen.

"Name of the Mother!" she swore, and made a gesture. The two dollies instantly
flung themselves to her bare feet, each one kneeling, lips down to her toes.
She kicked them away one at a time as she berated Katie.

"It was your responsibility to manage the slaves," She told the little woman
"and this is a pointless delay, not to mention letting these little toys have
fun that I didn't authorize. Judy won't like any of this one bit, slut."

To Richie's amazement Katie was red-faced and downcast, and she slowly sank to
her knees under Sigrid's harsh tone. He was amazed to see the strong, brazen
woman actually trembling; what had Sigrid done to her? Now Sigrid turned her
attention to Richie. Her stern expression turned to a lovely smile.

"Little Pansy," she cooed, walking over to him, "you're so pretty. No wonder
little pussy men want that cock." She walked up and gripped his cock herself,
her other hand caressing his chest, pinching his tit. Five inches taller in
bare feet, she leaned in and kissed him, whispering a command to return the
kiss, and she indulged for a minute, squeezing up and down his 10" rod.

"I'm going to have you soon, Pansy," she growled, gripping the head of his
cock and flicking, making him gasp under her mouth. She pulled back from him,
still holding him, and barked at Katie. She would manage clean-up, and the
place had better sparkle. Work the dollies as she pleased, until Sigrid called
for them, but make it good.

"I'll take pretty Pansy to his fate ... er ... date," she grinned down at him,
then walked away, pulling him by his cock. He stumbled at first; arms still
bound, and then followed her out the swinging door. She led him past Bonnie,
making out hungrily with Tommy, held fast in her arms. Jack Taylor, Sally's
dad, was in the arms of the Welsh matron, and the tiny man who had dined with
her was pressed to Sally Taylor's breast. This was all casual here - the women
were still sipping wine, sharing with the men, and chatting while they
indulged. No one paid any attention to Sigrid and Richie, except the teenaged
Ashley, who watched them with a grin.

Sigrid led him to Ashley's big double-seated chair.

"A little present for a guest," Sigrid said, " this little thing may become a
father here, Ashley. Don't harm him, or mark his face, if you please. This is
our little Pansy."

"Thank you, Aunt Sigrid," the girl said, formally, "you are very nice to me.
Pansy, get on your knees."

He obeyed, struggling to keep his balance as he got down onto both knees. He
was directly before her where she sat, and she put hand beneath his chin and
lifted it. She wore thick, heavy boots laced up to the ankles, and tight denim
trousers with rivets. Her thighs looked as wide as his head, her hips broader
than the single seat of her couch. Little white teddy over a big black bra,
leaving her huge, padded arms bare. Fifteen years old, his mind whirled, was
she bigger than Bonnie had been? She wore a thick chain around her neck,
draping down between her tits, and her face was really quite pretty.
Back-haired and white skinned, she was rather the opposite of his golden
Bonnie, with full, juicy red lips. Her dark brown eyes were a surprise, but
very pretty.

She put her elbows on her knees and looked almost eye to eye with him. His
arms were still drawn back, his chest thrust forward. His face was streaked
with tears, his lips moist and trembling. She took his chin in one hand, and
pulled a napkin from the table, where the dollies were clearing the dishes.

"You puny little crybaby," she said, but rather pleasantly, as she wiped his
face with the napkin, "what a piece of fluff you are - tied up by a tiny
woman, given to a girl to play with. I'll bet that you've never been beaten up
by a fifteen-year-old girl before, have you, big boy?"

Ashley looked up in surprise as several members of the table burst out
laughing. Richie's head dropped, a blush creeping down from face to neck to
chest.

"Ashley," Sally Taylor chuckled, "Bonnie enslaved Richie when she was fifteen.
I don't think he's ever touched a woman who wasn't stronger than him."

"Oh, I see," the Welsh girl said, looking down at him appraisingly, "a
natural. Come to me, pussy," she commanded, spreading her legs and pointing at
her crotch. Richie obeyed, knee-walking between her thighs. She grabbed his
head and pressed his face into her crotch, the thick denim making her feel
hard even as the heat radiated.

"Very nice, Pansy. Instant obedience will prevent bruises. Is my pussy hard,
Pansy?" She grabbed his hair and slammed his face hard into her crotch again,
his arms helplessly bound. Her pussy was hard! The denim was stiff, but the
flesh seemed rock-hard. Richie, moaned a little.

"I asked you a question, Pansy," she said, more sternly, "do you think my
pussy is hard?"

"Yes, Miss Ashley," he answered, turning his head sideways so that he could
speak.

"I could break your face on my pussy, Pansy," she said. Richie was relieved to
hear Bonnie speak up, reminding Ashley not to harm Richie's pretty face.

In response the big girl took Richie under the arms and lifted him, standing
as she did. Richie tried to get his feet under him, but Ashley kicked them out
from under him with her big boots, then gathering him into her arms. Ashley
looked him over and then laughed out loud as she sat back down with him on her
lap

"You're so tall, but so slender and weak, and your cock is so huge ... you're
hilarious. Here, there's no need to tie your stupid little arms." She reached
behind him and pulled the top of the cord that Katie had used to bind him. The
final knot pulled out, and she unlaced the bindings, freeing Richie's cramped
arms. He sighed, and shook out his arms, rubbing them as he sat on the big
girl's wide lap. His ass slipped into her crotch, huge thighs cradling him in
her arms.

"Is that better, Pansy," she cooed, kissing him. She lifted his legs so that
she was cradling him on her lap as she kissed him. Then her hand snaked
between his legs to grip his balls and the base of his cock.

"My, my you are a big boy, aren't you," she said, wrapping her fingers around
the thick base, "with big balls, too. I bet Bonnie milks you like a cow,
doesn't she? Makes your balls bigger." The girl curled his body upward and
took the head of his cock in her mouth. She made little noises as she did a
quick twenty reps with his weight, pushing his cock half-way into her mouth.
Finally she pushed him all the way in, and Richie felt her hot tongue slurping
his shaft.

"Take him over into the corner until we're ready, dear," Aunt Morgan said,
casually, and Ashley lowered him until just the tip of his cock was in her
mouth, working it with her tongue as she carried him into a little alcove off
the dining room. Shee threw him down on the couch there and pulled off her
little teddy to stand in her big black bra, tight thick denim trousers and
stamping boots.

"Look at you, rock hard and red," she said, pushing her way onto him. She got
one knee hard up between his legs, his nuts resting on her knee, one thigh
between her huge thighs. She reached behind with one arm and gripped his leg
by the knee, pulling him into her, pressing his thigh into her crotch as she
closed her legs and squeezed. His thigh felt caught between logs, the rough
jeans scraping his soft skin. He reflexively whimpered a little as the girl
grinned down at him and raised a fist. He reached up, his long arms letting
him grasp her fist. He pulled gently at her hand, stroking her clenched fist
as she allowed him to draw it to his lips. He began to kiss her knuckles
sweetly, pressing her fist to her cheek.

Richie knew that one of the best ways to enjoy these women was to be sensual
and direct with them. He was rewarded with a purring moan of approval from
Ashley, her legs tightening, drawing his thigh tighter against her crotch. He
felt the jeans grow hot as she held him.

"Does my fist scare you, little Pansy?" she asked in her cute British accent,
pressing her knuckles roughly against his lips. He whimpered again, and
nodded, then hugged her forearm to his chest. He wrapped both hands around her
thick arm and squeezed her arm rippling as she turned her fist. She flexed and
he felt the muscles thicken and swell, his hands barely able to meet around
her forearm.

"Oh, Ashley," he sighed, "that's so strong ... " A wave of lust washed through
him and he flexed his hips and made his cock rise to stand inches above his
belly, hips still trapped against her thighs. She seemed half again as wide as
him, his leg vanishing between her thighs, her own huge thigh lifting his ass,
raising his cock. She gripped it with her left hand as she flexed her right
arm, pulling him up from the couch as he clung to her.

"Damn strong, you little powder-puff," she said, and curled his upper body a
few times.

"Now feel that," she said, tensing her arm. Her biceps, sheathed by the layer
of soft flesh she carried, still peaked like a balloon.

"Oh Goddess," Richie sighed, running his hands over the ball of oaken flesh.
He couldn't get his two hands around it, the massive width of her triceps hard
as rippling cement.

"Pretty big, eh, Pansy," she said, grinning, flexing again to produce a little
greater height of muscle.

"So big, Miss Ashley," he said, kissing and caressing her strength. She flexed
again, the huge muscle thickening in his hands. Richie's mind glazed with lust
as he caressed her arm, her hand working along his cock. Then she dropped it,
and gripped his right bicep, pulling his arm away from him to flop in the air,
he resisted, smiling, but her hand held his arm casually.

"And you, you puny whisp of a thing, are just as pretty as can be," she put
her other arm around his back and lifted him against her, his thigh still
trapped, his cock rubbing against her hard belt-buckle and her warm belly. She
flapped his arm, and he was so obviously too weak to prevent her that he just
relaxed in her arms, letting his thin, white arm dangle. His other hand was
pressed against one thick breast still encased in that black bra.

"Wake up, Pansy," she said, giving him a hard shake, her hand crushing his
arm, "flex that for your big girlfriend!"

He whimpered, but did as he was told, clenching his fist and trying to flex
his biceps. He was used to being mocked for his weakness, but at the moment he
felt like a helpless rag, a wet cloth with a hard swelling.

Ashley's hard fingers easily met around his biceps. She relaxed her grip,
supporting his arm as he flexed, then tapped his little strip of muscle. She
told him to pump it up a little, and he flexed three or four more times. He
knew he had a thin rope of firm muscle, but he was very exhausted, his arms
abused by the evening. His efforts produced a trembling chord that was crushed
instantly in the big girl's grip. She laughed out loud again.

"You little pussy," she crowed, "Mrs T said you were like a tiny girl, and
it's true. My thumb is thicker than that, and stronger, too," she crushed her
thumb into his flesh over and over, until his arm wiggled like pulp.

She lowered her face to his and began to kiss him, still kneading his arm as
his flex failed. She released his arm and flopped down on the couch with him,
his trapped leg in the air, and gathered him to her. They kissed for minutes,
as his hands found her huge bosom. The big bra made her tits seem as hard as
the rest of her, and he was crushed beneath her as she kissed and humped him,
his cock rubbing hard against her clothes.

"Such lovely lips, little slut, such pretty eyes. Such a pretty little dolly."
She sat back from him a little, letting him breathe, and played with one of
his nipples as she talked.

"We haven't any dollies at home, you know," she said, kneading his soft chest
in her hand, "Not for years, I guess, since the two Aunt Deirdre kept. I knew
them when I was a little girl, they were cute and fun, but since then it's
just these great Welsh lads. They all have at least a bit of muscle, even the
ones who really like us, so Mother makes them studs. She says I might have to
go into London to find myself a dolly."

"The thing is, little pansy," she said, pausing to kiss his face and eyes. She
raised her face from his and pressed his lips to the bare top of her bosom,
crushing him into her chest. His leg was still trapped, flopping in the air
above her, and he could barely breathe, but he kissed her creamy flesh as she
went on. "The thing is, we have these girls who really like big, strong women.
Of course I can't have a cock until a get one for myself, and the last little
fella I tried moved out of the region. There are these two girls in school,
though. One is rather an athlete, a runner, the other is just a girl. They
like me to flex my muscles for them and tie them up in knots. Then I make them
lick my pussy for a couple of hours. I want a nice little man like that with a
big cock to give me my daughters"

"They're very lucky, Miss Ashley," Richie sad, shyly. The longer she played
with him, the more he enjoyed her pretty face and huge body. He just wanted
those clothes off.

"You're just like those little girls, aren't you, Pansy. That's what Bonnie
says. She says you drool over women stronger than you, that my muscles make
you all hot and weak. Here," she said, and casually threw him from the couch
onto the carpeted floor. He exclaimed in dismay, but responded instantly when
she told him to get to his knees.

"Right up here between my thighs, little girl," she said, and he came to her.

"Feel those legs," she commanded, and he used both hands to try to squeeze her
thick thighs. Her quads were wider than his hands, and his grip went maybe a
third of the way around her muscles. She flexed and her legs became stone.

"Punch that, Pansy," she said grinning.

"Uh ... what?" he replied stupidly.

"I said punch my thigh. You know how to make a fist, probably. Punch it as
hard as you can."

"Uh ... I ... "

She slapped him hard across the shoulder, knocking him off balance and numbing
his right arm for a second.

"Get up and do as you're told, dolly," she said in the hard voice he knew from
other women. He scrambled to obey, getting to his knees and swinging a feeble
right handed punch that bounced off Ashley's thigh.

"Harder, pussy," she laughed, "use both hands."

He worked away, punching the broad inner face of her thighs to no effect at
all. She sat back, flexing her thighs occasionally, as he flailed. His punches
mainly had the effect of sending waves of rippling shock up his thin arms,
until he was puffing. He paused, rubbing his arms, face red.

"Nothing at all," she chuckled, "come here, sweetie." She took his arms, then
his wrists and pulled his hands up to her chest. She shrugged her shoulder and
then her pecs flexed, lifting her breasts. She put his hands on her upper
chest, and he felt hard striated muscle swell, like two inches of armor plate.

"Stand up," she told him, and she stood as well. She was a couple of inches
shorter than him, and she seemed amused to be looking up at him.

"Now punch me in the chest, pretty Pansy,"

He hesitated for a moment, but she gave him a look, and flexed her bosom
again.

He gave her an easy punch, but she grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm until
he was on his knees again.

"I said, punch, you little sissy," she said, and pulled him to his feet.

Again, he tried to make an impression. His arms were even more tired, and his
feeble blows made little tapping noises against her thick pecs. Soon he was
huffing, face red.

"Why is your puny cock soft?" she said. A wave of panic flowed through Richie
as he noticed that his cock was indeed at half-mast. He sobbed and grabbed it,
squeezing and jacking. This made Ashley laugh again.

"Ooo, Bonnie wants that hard, doesn't she? I see. Does she punish you when you
get soft??"

"Yes, Miss Ashley."

"And what does she do?"

"She ... " his voice became inaudible. Ashley told him harshly to speak up.

"She spanks me," he muttered.

Ashley stepped up and cupped his naked ass in both hands. She lifted him by
his butt, and pressed his cock against her belly. Her hands kneaded his soft
glutes, and his own hands ran over her shoulders, like soccer-balls of muscle,
and the pillar of her neck. Touching her muscles that way made his cock jump.

"She spanks this, tiny, soft, weak little ass," Ashley murmured rubbing his
cock against her belly as it hardened. After a moment she swung him into a
cradle again and sat down with him in her arms. She took his cock and squeezed
the base.

"Nice and hard again, for a girl," she said, tickling under his balls.

"I'm not a girl," he said, sullenly, even as his hands ran over her chest
again.

"You're just like those little girls, Pansy, except your weak little chest
doesn't have nice soft titties."

"Bonnie says my big cock makes me a man ... " he said

"Oh, Pansy," the girl said, sweetly, rubbing up and down his now-stony cock,
"men are big and strong, brave and able, and so are real women. Little dolly
girls are weak and docile and get all excited by big muscles. See ... "

She flexed her bare arm again, three times, and now visible veins appeared in
her mound of muscle. Richie worshipped it, and his cock rose and twitched
above his belly.

"All nice and hard again. Too bad I'm not allowed to fuck you to pieces,
pussy. I'd grind that to a pulp in minutes."

She was surprised to see him grin, and wiggle in her lap, raising his cock.
What a slut!

"Maybe not, Miss Ashley," he said, "I can stay hard for hours, even for Miss
Bonnie."

"That's what she said, cutey," Ashley said, gripping his base and beginning to
pulse it, "She also told me that you're on recovery training. Isn't that
right, cutey?" She kissed him gently, working his cock nicely, holding him
against her with her left arm. His long legs sprawled over her huge thighs as
she hugged his body to her.

"Yes, Miss," he said, as her lips worked his, her tongue probing his mouth.

"So I can make you come, and then decide whether you're fast enough getting
hard again ... ?"

"Yes, Miss Ashley," he said, blushing. Her left hand wrapped around his back
and she gripped his lat, her fingers almost reaching his nipple. He felt
crushed and enveloped against her thick bosom, as she worked her way up to the
tip of his shaft, her hand pulsing and stroking.

"I've had lots of practice with cocks, though," she said softly. "Mum lets me
play with my sister's fellas. She likes to tie them to a stock in the woods
when they've been bad, and I try to make them come as many times as I can ...
or as many times as they can ... "

She threw one leg over his, scissoring his thin, naked thighs, then secured
his arm with her hand around his back. He moaned a little, but thrust into her
hand as she stroked him.

"I don't need ropes for a little girl like you, Pansy. Here," she took his
wrist and wrapped her index finger and thumb around his wrist, "can you break
my grip, Pansy?"

He struggled, but could not. Richie ... Pansy ... was awash in waves of lust
and pleasure, and a touch of fear. He pulled against the big girl's fingers,
but his tired arm just trembled in her grip. She pulled his arm back, and
worked his cock harder, laughing.

"That's grand," she laughed, "two fingers is enough for you, little girl." She
tightened her grip and said, "Not for this big girl-cock, though. You're used
to a strong pussy, aren't you, Pansy. I need to bear down on guys that have
been trained. Let's get that first big spurt, sweetie, come on ... "

His body helpless, his cock spasmed and the wave of his orgasm washed,
tingling, through his whole body as hot cum splashed over his face and chest
once, then again, and then a third time as Ashley milked him.

"OOoo," she said, "that's a lot, girlie. A nice big cum for little Pansy.
Let's have another."

Bonny had in fact been training her boy. He rose in Ashley's skilled grip in
under 4 minutes. She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth, then
kissing, sucking and biting his neck. He came again, and again splashed his
face and chest. The next one merely spurted on his nipple, and by the fourth
his little gob of spunk dribbled onto his belly. Ashley's big hand squeezed,
and Richie sobbed with the ache and sweetness as his cock dwindled, softening
to mush in her hand. Five minutes later he was still floppy soft.

"Your cock is gone, Pansy-girl," she said, stretching his soft length by the
tip and wiggling it between her fingers. "Nothing left but an empty little
stub. I took it away, didn't I Pansy?"

Richie was sobbing, wracked with shame and fear as he thought about appearing
before Bonnie and her mom with no cock. He was still helplessly gripped in
Ashley's legs and arms, until she dumped him unceremoniously on the floor.

"Attention, girl," she snapped, and he clambered to his knees, back straight.
Cum dripped down him, and his wet, soft cock flopped against his thigh.

"I said attention!" she barked, standing before him, "why is your little meat
soft?"

Richie desperately gripped his cock, working it to no effect.

"Answer me, girl, why is your meat soft?"

"You made it soft ... " he muttered.

"Aren't you strong enough to get hard?"

"I'm trying, Miss ... " he tried, pinching and pulling. His flesh stayed inert
in his hand.

"Maybe I can help, little girl," she said. In a smooth movement she unfastened
her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts barely drooped at all, standing firm
and melon-round on her thick chest. They were snow-white, with dark pink
areolas that puffed beautifully.

"If you can get hard you can suck one of my breasts, baby," she said, swinging
the huge globes back and forth. She flexed her biceps, and stood tall, her
bosom like a shelf of beautiful stone above his head. His cock was helpless,
flopping in his hand.

"Stand up, pussy," she said, and he rose to his feet. He was still an inch or
two taller than Ashley in her thick-soled boots, but he felt like a tiny, weak
thing trembling before her with his soft cock in his hand. He still tried to
work some stiffness into himself, and he felt a little swelling as he looked
at Ashley's curvaceous, powerful body.

"Here's the deal, punk. The Mothers want us to fight."

"Fight?!" he whimpered, tears still streaming from his eyes, "I couldn't fight
you," he said, fear in his voice.

Ashley was pleased to see the dolly's legs and belly actually trembling. He
really was pretty, even covered with his own cum. She stepped into him
pressing her chest against his until he was pushed back. She laughed and did
it again.

"You're so right, Pansy," he said. With a step in and a swing of her chest she
slammed her tits against him and knocked him from his feet, to sprawl on the
floor naked before her. She cupped one tit in her hand and lifted the nipple.

"Come here, Pansy," she offered, and he scrambled to his knees again,
stretching to latch his mouth onto the perfect teenaged breast. The girl put
her arms under his armpits and hugged him to her body, supporting his weight
as he squeezed and sucked her melon-sized tit.

Richie's conditioning made it almost impossible not to simply surrender when
one of the women offered a breast like that. Now he was filled with emotions
of delight and eagerness, wanting nothing so much as to give pleasure to the
strong body to which he clung. The sound of her voice was like a goddess's
command, his mind as soft as his body. When she mocked him again for his
worthless cock he sobbed, and tears wet his cheeks against her pillowy breast.

"Listen girly, We're going to have a little fun,. You deserve a spanking,
don't you?"

"What? No! I'm good, Miss Ashley, please ... " She laughed at his fear.

"You're still too weak to be any use, girl. That floppy little thing isn't
even decoration. You deserve a spanking, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Ashley," he said, voice quivering. He threw his arms around her
bosom, sucking and licking hard.

"Here's the thing, we'll fight, and every time you land a blow on my body or
face, we'll take one stroke off of your spanking. If you can get a good enough
hold on me to kiss my nipple we'll take off five."

Richie was not capable of defying or resisting. Fear and lust washed through
him as he thought about trying to fight this superior girl.

"So, little one, you had better be lively, or your ass will be black and blue
for the rest of naked week."

"Ashley, are you getting him ready?" Richie heard Bonnie's voice calling.

"Come on, little girl, let's fight." She pulled him by his limp cock, and he
followed, head down,face red.

Bonnie was enjoying a splendid evening. Her Mother had allowed her to drink,
and she had had several glasses of the dark, potent beer that the family
brewed. She couldn't stand commercial beer, but loved the rich maltiness of
the dark brew. Tommy was old enough to drink, and he was a little tipsy now,
hungrily making out with the big teenager. Bonnie was still fully dressed, but
she had stripped Tommy, and was casually stroking his hard cock as they
played. Her arms held him tight to her body, his runner's slim muscles
inadequate to resist her powerlifter's body.

The other women were also loosening up. Bonnie's Mom had given her dad to
their Welsh guest. Jack Taylor was mostly under the big skirt of Morgan Jones,
and the mature amazon currently had an unfocused blush on her pretty face.
Sigrid Taylor had her two dollies on her lap. She had unfastened their
chastity devices, and each was nestled in the crook of one of her huge arms,
suckling on one equally huge tit, little cocks standing straight. Every one of
the huge, muscular women watched Richie as he followed along behind the
teenager, and then Sigrid began to laugh. Soon all the women were laughing,
though the men kept silent, and Bonnie looked less than pleased as Ashley
brought Richie to the middle of the big square of padded mats in the open end
of the room.

"Is he hard, Ashley?" Bonnie said, her voice dangerous. Sigrid laughed, saying
he obviously wasn't, and Ashley lifted his soft meat by the tip and wiggled
it, then released it. His long, soft cock flopped against his leg. The women
laughed again, and then were silent.

"He's weak and helpless, Bonnie - four quick orgasms and his puny cock was
dead."

"Have you punished him? I didn't hear him bawling," Bonnie said

"We're going to fight, and then we'll see how much of a spanking he gets."

"Well, four in a row is pretty good, but we can't have our little dollies
petering out on our guests," said Sally Taylor, as she sipped her wine. "Pansy
boy," she continued, "are you prepared to fight our little Ashley ," the women
laughed again, "or would you like your ass tanned by me, instead, so you can
run crying to Bonnie?"

Richie stood, shoulders slumped. He looked up to see Ashley grinning at him,
her pretty mouth inviting and a predatory look in her eyes. She put both hands
behind her back and flexed her chest and shoulders. Her broad chest rippled,
her pecs swelling to create a deep, ridged cleft up her chest, her round,
solid breasts lifting into perfect melons. She slowly waved them back and
forth at Richie.

"Please, Missus Taylor," he said quietly, making an effort to square his
shoulders and stand to his full over-six-foot height, "I'll fight Ashley."
This produced whoops of delight from the women, and some low sounds of
disbelief or concern from the men.

"Richie," Bonnie said, "are you sure? Obviously you're a worthless, limp
little dolly, and deserve a beating. Don't you?"

Richie gripped his soft cock and squeezed it.

"Drop that, pussy," Bonnie said, harshly, "Keep your hands off of that until
it's hard again, understand?"

"Yes, Bonnie," he said, dropping his cock, a little swelling returning.

"You're making me ask again, pussy - don't you deserve a beating?"

"Yes Bonnie," he said again, tears leaking. He was truly humiliated to have
failed in his obedience to Bonnie. He was also really hot for the tough Welsh
visitor. He was buoyed to feel his cock stir a little as Ashley flexed her
chest and broad shoulders.

"Bonnie, I know you don't want his pretty face hurt, but can I hit him in the
face with my tits?" Ashley swung her heavy bosom gently back and forth, the
young, firm breasts barely moving. Bonnie burst out laughing.

"Sure Ashley - the little pansy loves tits. What's your game with him?"

"One stroke off for every hit, and five off if he can kiss my nipple. Tell you
what, I won't hit him with my hands or feet until he gets his spanking."

"Fine. Richie,darling, you fight hard, or you'll get more from me,
understand?"

"Yes Bonnie," he said, sounding a little more confident.

"Oh, how many strokes are we counting down from?" Bonnie asked.

"Fifty," Sigrid said, sternly, "the little Pansy got my boys in trouble, too."

"Fifty it is, then, Pansy boy," Bonnie said, and Richie turned white, "so
you'd better try hard."

Richie's legs were trembling. The thought of fifty strokes on his ass from any
of these women frightened him nearly to collapse. Now the black-haired amazon
was marching on him, her hands behind her back, tits forward.

"Hit her Richie," he heard from Tom, in Bonnie's lap, and he raised his hands,
not sure whether to make fists. By then the shorter but much more solid girl
was slamming her chest into his, driving him back. She kept walking forward,
stepped a foot behind his and again swung her big tits into his side, pushing
him over her leg onto the mat. He landed with a thud, to a small round of
applause for Ashley, who flexed her right arm and glared down at him.

"What a pansy," she sneered, "stand up, wimp."

Richie got to his feet.

"Now put your hands up, little boy," the teen girl scoffed, "the fifteen
year-old girl is going to show you how to fight, right, pussy? You puny little
git, come on, hit me."

Again Ashley advanced on Richie. This time he got his hands up and threw a
punch landing on her left breast with his right hand. Ashley smiled.

"You feeble little girl, hit my boob again."

Richie tried a quick one-two, and Ashley put her hands behind her back. His
punches barely moved the big globes of firm flesh. He felt like he was
punching a sofa, with about as much effect.

"Se ladies," she called out, advancing again on Richie, taking two more weak
punches to her padded gut, "he's too weak to jiggle my tits."

"That's five," Bonnie counted.

Richie was energized by fear of his punishment, and he raised his hands again
to defend himself as Ashley stalked toward him. His punches had felt like
hitting a leather-covered wall; even her breasts felt hard, his arms jamming
against her with every hit. His arms felt like water-filled tubes, his fists
flopping at the ends. He attempted a right- left at her bosom again and she
snatched both his arms out of the air. She gripped his wrists and pulled his
arms together, then gripped his biceps. He long, hard fingers almost ringed
his arms, and she squeezed hard.

"Bonnie, he's like a little ragdoll, isn't he," Ashley laughed loudly, and
shook him hard. She held him at arm's length, and raised her breasts, flexing
her thick chest until they stood high and round. Richie's eyes were riveted to
them, as she slowly began to swing them back and forth. She swung her chest
high to the left, pulled him close and slapped his face hard with her breasts.
Her right breast fell on his cheek, with the weight of both breasts behind it.
The blow made a loud slap, and Richie's face was turned to the side, as he
gave a little squeak of pain. She caught him on the rebound, her left breast
spinning his head back the other way.

When Ashley caught his arms Richie felt his stomach drop, his fear increasing.
The girl's grip crushed his tiny arm. Almost immediately his arms were
tingling as she cut off blood flow. He struggled feebly, but then she pulled
him close and slammed her chest across his face. He saw stars, feeling like he
had been slapped with a sandbag, and then again. He was dizzy and panting as
she pulled him down, his nose against her belly. She released his left arm and
gripped his hair, turning his face up. He saw only the bottom of her huge
bosom as she raised it and slammed it down onto his face. Four more times, one
tit, then another she slammed her heavy bosom into him, finally releasing his
deadened arms, driving him to the floor with the last blow. Richie collapsed
to the mat, half-conscious, his face burning, his arms tingling and helpless.

There was a round of applause from the dinner guests, even the men joining in.
Most of them were quivering with excitement to see how Ashley's round,
powerful body allowed her to smash little Pansy to the floor. Her proud
victory stance, as she put one foot on the dolly's puny shoulder and flexed
her huge right arm, made every one of them feel hard in the cock and
flimsy-weak in the arms. They clung to the women, enjoying the hard muscles
that held them in laps and pressed them to hard flesh. Jack Taylor gasped as
his wife allowed him to pull back from her own nipple, where she had been
smothering him and allowing his devotions. He was on his knees beside her
chair, as she pressed his reddened face again into her soccer-ball breast.

Sally Taylor liked little Richie, little Pansy, she chuckled to herself. It
was a good name for him - he was so timid and helpless. Bonnie was really
reducing him - his little arms and legs were like sticks, and she could see
his ribs. Ashley was beating him at will, the boy's puny blows not even stings
to the big girl. Sally knew just how feeble little Pansy's body was, and now
she felt a little sorry for him as Ashley hammered him flat with her mighty
chest.

"That's enough, Ashley," Sally said as the teen began to haul Richie up from
the floor, "stand the little thing up."

Ashley hauled him to his feet, his knees wobbly, and pressed him to her side.
Rich's knees wouldn't support him, and he threw his limp arms around the girl,
his face landing on her breast. Instantly his mouth fastened on her domed
nipple, his arms barely holding him up on her stony shoulders and ribs. Once
again the ladies laughed, and Bonnie and her mom applauded again.

"Five more off, if I recall," Ashley's mom chuckled.

Now bring him to me, honey," Mrs Taylor said. Ashley pressed him to her side,
lips still sucking her breast, and half-carried, half-dragged him to the older
woman. Sally pushed her husband to the floor casually and stood.

Standing before Sally Taylor, Ashley looked like a little girl. The older
woman was three or four inches taller, her sleeveless shirt was pulled away
from her chest, revealing the slabs of pectoral muscle making a shredded cleft
above her round bosom. Where the teen girl's arms were thick and padded,
Sally's were thicker, rock-hard and sculpted, veins running down her biceps
and forearms. Her shoulders wider, her thighs thicker, she smiled at the girl
with her beaten toy.

She took Rich from Ashley's arms, lifting him effortlessly into a cradle.
Sally Taylor was six-foot, four-inches tall, broad, solid muscle with a
battleship bosom, against which she crushed Richie, bouncing him against her
breasts. She kissed him hard, and stepped backward to her chair, and sat down
easily with the slender boy on her lap.

"Hello, little Pansy," she cooed, and lifted his ass to lower his face to her
breast. She pressed his lips to her nipple, and he sucked. She slowly pressed
his face into the big pillow of her breast.

"This is fun," she said to Sigrid, next to her, "I love making a man helpless
with my breast. I think I'll have to try her trick and learn to pound little
Jackie just with my tits. Jack, why don't you go try to give little Ashley a
fight, while I give Pansy what he deserves."

Jack Taylor stood up slowly, and paced out onto the mats. Ashley giggled, and
followed him, beginning to circle.

"Such a mean little girl, isn't she Pansy?" Sally cooed in Rich's ear, kissing
it warmly, then pulling his face back from her breast so that he could gasp
for air. She put her hand up between his legs and caught his cock, which was
beginning to stiffen again.

"Mmm, Pansy, you're such a little slut. Your pitiful little body just can't
resist me at all."

Richie felt her flex her left arm under him, until he felt like he was lying
on a lumpy pillar of stone. She pulled him up, under her bosom, lifting his
ass until his face was under her huge left breast. She squeezed, and he was
crushed against her torso, the muscles in her arm hurting against his back.
Her breast flopped over his face, heavy like a silken bag of thick cream, and
he used one hand to lift it to allow himself to breathe. Her right hand
between his legs worked his cock. In her familiar hand he was hard again in a
minute.

"There's my big dolly," she cooed, stroking him and gripping the base.

"Ooh, look at that," she said, and pulled Rich from under her bosom to sit him
on her lap, his weight easily managed by her hands.

Ashley was manhandling Jack Taylor. She had him in the same grip in which she
had held Richie, his arms held just beneath the shoulders. She was beating him
mercilessly with her tits, slamming his face back and forth. The man was
struggling, his feet under him, trying to break her hold. Bonnie's Dad had
slim, hard muscles, but he was obviously much smaller than the big teenager.
Nevertheless she appeared to be actually struggling against him, her arms
flexed, muscles hard.

"She never even flexed her arms to work you over, Pansy," Sally said, playing
with his cock, "you aren't any sort of challenge, or threat. However you're
still being trained, and that means you must take your medicine."

Ashley lifted Bonnie's Dad by one arm and one leg and slammed him to the mat,
making him grunt. With amazing strength she held him tight, lifted him again,
and slammed him down again hard. She released him and he stayed down, panting,
as she stood tall and flexed, grinning.

"Nice stud, Mrs Taylor," Ashley said, putting her foot on his hard cock,
"Pretty strong, for a boy."

"Take him into the salon for a while if you like, or stay and watch." Sally
said casually. She flipped Richie onto her knees, face down, and caught his
hard cock between her thighs. She delivered a ringing openhanded slap on his
bare ass that made him cry out. She delivered five more hard blows, counting
down from thirty-five. By the time she reached thirty Richie was sobbing
aloud.

"Yes, Pansy, you mustn't let your pretty cock get soft ... "

"She pounded him again with five strokes. But then softly rubbed his pink,
burning bottom.

"All hot and soft, Pansy," she chuckled, then gave him ten little pats, as she
flexed her thighs on his hardened cock. Just as Rich was getting his breath
back she laid on another five burning slaps, and then lifted him back up from
her lap to press him against her chest.

"I just adore your big dick, Pansy," she purred, as she worked the head into
her slit.

"You still owe us ten swats, pretty Pansy," she said. She slapped his ass
hard, driving his cock into her like a stake into moist earth. Holding him by
the neck with her left hand, she pounded him into her with three more slaps,
until he was pressed between her thighs, his ten-inch member hard in the huge
woman's muscular pussy. Seven more strokes pounded him against her, and with
the last she gripped his butt and pressed herself on him, rubbing her clit
along the top of his cock until she came, falling back into her chair.
Richie's face was once again between her breasts, and she crushed him for a
minute while she spasmed, and then pushed him off her body. His cock slid out
of her, his legs couldn't support him, and he fell to the floor, dizzy and
panting.

Bonnie was fucking Tommy, slamming her cunt down on his little hips. She still
wore her long skirt and it draped down over them, concealing their fun.

"You're teeny, wimp," she growled, grinding down on his. She pulled back to
rub herself on his hardness, but she was just used to so much more. She looked
up, and saw Richie sprawled on the floor, his big cock still fully hard. With
no further thought she lifted herself from the pounded man, and crawled across
the room to Richie. She flipped him onto his back, and stroked his cock
firmly. She flung a leg over him and stuffed his full length into her with a
sigh of satisfaction.

Richie was barely conscious, confused, and panting with exhaustion and terror.
Still, the sight of his Bonnie taking him in hand filled him with feelings of
warmth and safety. Her pussy was hot and tight, and she came in just a few
strokes. She was gentle, holding her weight on her elbows, her big bosom still
heavy on his skinny chest, his hips caught and lifted a little between her
thighs, as she spasmed on him. Of course he was in no danger of orgasm, and he
was still bone-hard as she stood up from him a few minutes later.

"Nice stamina, that little sissy," Ashley said, walking from behind the
partition with Jack Taylor walking quietly behind her, naked, face downward.
Mrs Taylor gestured to him and he practically ran to throw himself against his
big wife, planting his face against her breast. She settled back into her seat
with him clinging to her body.

"Yes, he keeps getting stronger," Bonnie said, with a laugh, "Can you get up,
Pansy?"

"I don't know, Bonnie," he said quietly. His exhausted arms simply failed to
lift him, his muscles trembling like jelly. Bonnie snorted and bent to lift
him into her arms.

"Good night ladies, G'night Aunt Morgan," Bonnie said, as she gathered up her
clothes, holding Rich in with one arm, "G'night, Ashley," she said, a little
less sincerely. She had really not liked watching the visitor hurt her little
dolly. Ashley said thank you very nicely, though - really she wasn't so bad.

Bonnie carried him back through the halls of the Taylor mansion, and down the
stairs.

"You impressed everyone tonight, Pansy," she said, as she held his head for
him to suck at her nipple.

"I ... I did?" he said, looking up. He felt crushed and helpless in her arms,
yet safe and glad to be free of the women's games.

"Mmm hmmm. You were brave and obedient. You must have been terrified to try to
fight Ashley ... " Rich nodded his head, blushing, "but you stood up to her
like ... well like a man. Which is funny, because you're such a tiny little
girl now."

"I'm not a little girl ... " he whined, though a tear leaked from his eye as
he made the claim.

"Oh, you're my big man, too," she cooed, stroking his cock from between his
legs, "But you look so tiny and sweet in your little dress. There wasn't a
woman there who didn't want you. Why even those worthless little toys of
Sigrids ... "

At that Richie burst into tears. The humiliation of being toyed with by the
little men in dolly clothes just overwhelmed him.

"Oh, silly boy," Bonnie, chuckled, "I should keep that mean little Katie away
from you, I guess."

"She said that she's a stud," Richie sniveled.

"Sure she's a stud. She's a tough little thing, isn't she? I mean, we know
she's stronger than you ... you're a dolly, she's a stud, right?"

"Right, I guess ... " Richie said, quietly. Richie lifted his left arm and
flexed. His slender arm produced almost no visible muscle. Bonnie chuckled as
they arrived at the door of their small apartment. She easily held Rich in one
arm, opened the door and carried him in. She had left her high boots in the
dining room, so when she set Richie on his feet he was as tall as her.

"You're so tall, Pansy. I forget that sometimes, because you're so tiny and
weak," she scooped him up again, and he wrapped his legs around her waist, his
hard cock bumping her breasts. She pressed his head to her lips as she talked.

"That's why I like to carry you, Richie. It makes you seem so little."

"I like that too, Bonnie," Rich said quietly.

She put her foot on the arm of a chair, her thigh between his thighs, his
weight on her big leg. She still wore her long dress, and his balls rested on
the fabric as she bounced him a little. She took his chest between her hands,
her thumbs on his nipples. Her hands had always been nearly as big as his, but
thick and hard. Now she toyed with him, squeezing his narrow chest and
pressing his nipples, lifting him a little from her leg and shaking him a
little. He laughed even as he groaned, his bruised body exhausted, and Bonnie
gathered him to her bosom.

Rich looked up from his lover's breasts at her pretty face. There was little
that Rich loved as much as feeling Bonnie's huge, strong arms holding him
gently. He wrapped his hands around her biceps, and kissed her right arm.
Bonnie chuckled, and flexed a little, her muscle hardening under his lips.
Bonnie could pop an eighteen-inch peak when she pumped it, and even her casual
flex was like a ball of hard leather under her silky skin. His cock jumped as
he kissed her hard flesh. Bonnie chuckled as she felt him press himself
against her.

"Still my little slut, even after the girls beat you to pulp; that's sweet,
honey."

"Bonnie?" Richie said, wiggling up her chest until he could kiss her lips,
"Could I be a stud? I used to have some muscles." He Raised his right arm
again, but he was so slender and soft he couldn't really produce more than a
little swelling.

Bonnie laughed out loud.

"Oh no you didn't, Pansy," she laughed, as she again lifted him by the chest
to sit on her knee. She bumped her big knee under his balls, making his hard
cock bounce.

"You had been lifting for the whole school year when I took you, and you were
still weaker than a little girl."

"You're not little," he protested, his hands gripping her big arms, squeezing
her muscles as she kneaded his body with her fingers.

"Not me, silly - Karen! You remember. Your little friend - what is she, 5'4"?
She bent your little arm like a pipe-cleaner, as I recall, and that's as
strong as you ever got."

"But I feel so weak like this, Bonnie. Even my dance teacher says I need to
exercise."

And you should, Pansy," Bonnie said, stroking his arm. She took his biceps
between finger and thumb and squished it, making him groan again, "but like I
said, I don't want any hard little bumps on your pretty arms. Even when you
had your little bitty bumps it didn't make you strong, and there's no reason
for it now."

"But I want to be a man," Richie whined, sounding silly even to himself. They
both laughed, and Bonnie gathered him against her again.

"Here, Pansy," she said, and slipped him between her legs, opening her pussy
wide to slide his ten-inch cock into her tight warmth. Richie sighed, helpless
to do anything but allow her to do as she pleased. Her pussy tightened like a
fist on his cock, and she rolled backward, taking him with her until he was
actually on top of her.

"Fuck me like a man, then, Richie," she said, wrapping her arms loosely around
him.

Richie had never been unrestrained on top of Bonnie before. He felt like he
was in the air, resting on her huge hips and butt, but he got his knees under
him, and slowly pulled his length from her, to slide it slowly home again.
Bonnie purred as he did it again, and again, but then she told him to slam her
harder.

"Put some man into it, Pansy," she said, chuckling, and Rich tried, lifting
himself and dropping into her with his whole weight. She raised her hips and
he was nearly on his toes as he gave her a dozen hard slams. He rested,
panting, laying on her chest with his cock in her to the hilt, as she raised
and lowered her hips, lifting his own ass.

"See, Pansy, you just haven't got any man left. Here," she said, and reached
under him to grip his cock. She pulled it higher in her, and lifted his hips
with her fist, using his cock as a dildo as she bounced his hips on her hand.
She came again in about four strokes, wrapping her legs around him and
crushing him into her.

"My toy," she purred, as she scooted them up, her shoulders on the pillows,
Rich's head resting on her cheek.

"It would be silly for you to try to be a stud, baby," she said, kissing him
and pulsing her pussy on his cock, "You're just too weak, too submissive, too
timid. You're a little girl with a big cock, Pansy, and you're all mine. Three
more days of Naked Week, little toy ... "

She offered him her big right breast, and he took it in his lips, sucking and
licking. His conditioning filled him with waves of love and happiness as he
rested his whole weight on his bog lover. His fear and worry dissolved in
delight as they fell into well-deserved sleep.