Rehabilitation (Patreon)

“I… I surrender...” I muttered as I fell to my knees in utter defeat. 

My comrades had already fallen to the wayside, each of them more battered and beaten than the last. After all we’d done together, the many villages we’d raided and pillaged with no fuss whatsoever, I thought for sure this would’ve been an easy win, that we’d have them begging for mercy.

Instead it was I now at the mercy of those five blasted women. They didn’t even look like they belonged together frankly, a random band of adventurers as far as I could tell, though one of them looked like a Pegasus Knight of all things. She had the armor anyway… stolen, no doubt. But whoever they were, they were powerful, far beyond what I could’ve imagined. 

The knight in question stepped forward. She had scarlet red hair that flowed to her hips. Steel armor adorned her arms and chest, though beneath that was an innocuous looking dress a short skirt. Her legs looked long and powerful, complimented by the garter stockings that went down her thighs and all the way to her heeled boots. I would come to learn that her name was Cordelia. 

“I hope now you understand what you’ve done… we can’t have criminals like you plaguing this kingdom.” she declared. “Now tell me where you hail from so that I know which dungeon to cast you into.”

She meant to take me to the authorities?! Here I thought they were criminals much like myself… I couldn’t allow this!

“No, please… if you send me home, they’ll slaughter me.” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything you ask, but I can’t be apprehended. I swear to you, I didn’t even want to commit all those misdeeds, I was forced to help them!”

“Oh, perfect. I’ve been working on a new truth hex...” another of the women spoke up as she stepped towards me. “Here, hold still for a minute...”

This woman had dark hair with a golden tiara in it, and I can only describe her attire as looking like that of a gothic belly dancer. A seethru fabric akin to pantyhose ran down practically her entire body, save for her hands and breasts, letting her cleavage lay bare. A dark cape and golden high heels capped off her wardrobe. Tharja was what they called this one, a name I’d never be able to forget...

In her hand she held a book, opening it up and pointing it in my direction as she began to read off something arcane. After an ethereal glow sparked from the book, she spoke swiftly and mechanically as through controlled, “I want to slowly crush this man’s body with my own.”

She blinked, then shrugged. “Great. So it just hit me instead there… I guess I should workshop that...” she explained, sounding for all the world like she truly didn’t care either way.

The third woman stepped forward. Her hair was pink, styled in a large ponytail and with lengthy braids that framed either side of her face. And if the other was dressed like a dark bellydancer this was the pure light one, her white pleated top looking as though it wouldn’t be out of place in ancient greece. The top came down to a similar skirt of sorts, though it only covered her hips, as though the front and back of it had been cut out.

She also had dark, baggy, seethru pants and marching armbands, though in the former’s case, they went out of their way to expose her supple thighs and her firm ass. For all the work that clearly went into the outfit, she may as well have just been wearing panties for how much coverage she had, and I got a good look of this as she turned around to face the other girls.

“Uh, well… I guess if, he’s telling the truth, we can maybe let him go...” the one I came to know as Olivia sheepishly stated. “I just couldn’t possibly let him be executed for something he was forced to do.”

The fourth spoke up, this one another redhead in a giant witch’s hat. Otherwise she dressed like your standard traveling scholar, complete with a classy set of glasses.

Miriel, which I eventually gathered was her name, retorted, “If I may interject, it’d be most contemptible if we were to espouse the exoneration of a malcontent due to duplicitous professions. Though admittedly, corroborating or belying his allegations would be most laborious...”

She stood in thought for a moment until she noted the exhausted looks she was getting from her allies. “Am I, pontificating again…?”

The last finally came forward. She was apparently a manakete going by her pointed ears, and had green hair bound in a thick ponytail. Her outfit consisted of a red minidress, cut to show off her hips and bountiful cleavage, with a matching pair of gloves and lengthy high heeled boots that went up past her knees. Underneath were pink stockings, matched with a large ribbon she wore around her waist and a short cape draped around her shoulders.

Her name was Tiki and she declared, “Look, even if what he says is true, he did wrong. He committed those crimes and there’s nothing that can be said to take that away. No one is above punishment, he needs to be rehabilitated somehow. That said, if they will truly kill him on sight where he comes from, that’s certainly extreme. So what we need to do, is punish him in our own way… when we’re sure we’ve taught him his lesson, then we can let him go!”

Tharja giggled at this, “Ooh I’m up for this… I can think of plenty of ways to, humble a man...”

“Well… well, I suppose we can do that.” Olivia agreed. “I’m sure I won’t be good at it, but I’ll help punish him… as long as it doesn’t get too uh, gruesome… please?”

The five of them all nodded in agreement about this, coming to a consensus surprisingly quickly for it being such an odd prospect. And frankly, it sounded like something I wanted nothing to do with. I’d just seen firsthand how powerful and dangerous these women were, I certainly wasn’t going to sit there and wait for them to torture me. 

So I popped to my feet, turned and ran, just bolting it as fast as I could. 

“Hey!” Tiki called out, before running after me. 

To my amazement, despite my headstart, she caught up to me in a matter of seconds. Before I could think of another tactic, she jumped on me and wrapped an arm around my neck as she tackled me to the ground. Placing a hand on the side of my head whilst my face was now pressed into the dirt, she gave me a tight squeeze. She’d put me in a sleeper hold, wrapping her legs around my waist for good measure.There was absolutely no way I was escaping this anytime soon. 

She rolled around and sat up with me, manipulating my body at will. The manakete shouted in my ear, “UNFAIR! You can’t just run like that! You’d better behave, making us angry isn’t a good idea for you right now.”

I tried to utter a response, but it came out as nothing but a choked gurgle. Her hold was remarkably tight, and I felt I could easily pass out from it if she held it in long enough. As the other four girls approached and surrounded me, Tiki released the sleeper, though she kept her legs locked around me. The vice of her thick thighs furiously threatened to crush my midsection, her stockinged legs were stunningly powerful. 

As I wheezed pitifully from this assault, I managed to eek out a, “S-Sorry...”

“Oh, you will be...” Tharja grimly responded. “Or maybe not. Maybe you’ll learn absolutely nothing… I’ll have fun though… so whatever...”

Miriel turned to the gloomy one. “It would appear that you’re the one most enthralled at the prospect of thrashing and emasculating this man… perhaps you should initiate the proceedings.”

With merely a nod in response, Tharja stepped forward and promptly stomped down hard against my face, her deadly heel mercilessly biting into my cheek. She grinded it down without hesitation, earning an elongated moan of pain. After a few moments of this, she pressed the front of her shoe against my mouth. “Kiss it.” she demanded. “Kiss it before I shrink you to the size of an ant… and then stomp on you again…”

“Y-You’ve got to be kidding me…” I replied. “Hurting me is one thing but you can’t ask me to lower mys- auugh!”

Tiki’s legs coiled around me more powerfully than ever. Were she so inclined, I was beginning to think she could easily shatter my ribs. She whispered into my ear, “I’d do what she says… she’s not always as kind as she’s being right now.”

As the voodoo queen pumped her shoe against my mouth, I relented and gave it a hesitant peck. She scowled at this, and promptly rammed the toe of her shoe right into my mouth. “There you go, give it a passionate one...” she muttered as her shoe dug into my tongue, forcing me to get a good mouthful. I found myself in a miserable coughing fit as she yanked it out. 

With a pat on the shoulder, Cordelia silently signaled that she was taking Tharja’s spot, stepped up and without warning gave me a solid kick to the chest that sent me down, the force taking Tiki to her back. 

“Whoa! That must’ve hurt...” Tiki remarked as she adjusted herself, lying on her side as her legs came to grip around my back and stomach.

Cordelia stormed over, knelt down and wrapped her lengthy legs around my head. “Let’s see how well you handle four legs crushing your body.” she challenged as she viciously clenched her legs together, my face buried into her thick bared inner thigh. The pressure on my head was immense and I found myself screaming into her flesh. 

As two pairs of stockinged legs devastated my body, all I could really do was uselessly flail my own legs. Their supple thighs were shockingly strong and entirely inescapable. But even as I wore Cordelia’s legs as earmuffs, I could still hear Tharja’s giggling at my pitiful struggling and moaning. 

“What are you complaining about…?” she spoke up. “Many would kill to between those two’s legs... hmhmhm...”

“Th-Tharja, don’t be lewd...” Olivia commented. 

“Hey, we’re supposed to humble him, right? Being lewd works...” 

I was running out of air, smothered by Cordelia’s flesh. But as panic was setting in, she seemed to realize this, unclasping her legs long enough to let me take a breath before adjusting herself and instead clamping her thighs around my neck. The nice soft feeling at the nape of my neck, was sadly something I was in no position to enjoy as my head sunk into her crotch.

Forced to look up at the three girls who weren’t currently crushing me, I noticed Tharja whispering something into Olivia’s ear. The latter darted away from her, blushing madly as she shouted, “Wh-what?! Are you crazy?”

“Come now, you’ve got the best one here...” she reasoned.

“B-But that’s so… wait, really? You… th-think so?” Olivia asked, hiding her face with her hands. “Oh gosh this is embarrassing...”

“I mean it’s not like I spend all my time staring or anything...” Tharja shrugged. “But, sure, yours is the best, why not? Anyway, you did say you’d help...”

“I… well, okay.” she conceded, glancing away. “Just… none of you look at me, okay?”

Hesitantly she approached me, stood over me and cautiously turned around, giving me a fantastic look at that ass. Tight as it was, it jiggled ever-so-slightly as she twirled, and trying to focus on that was my only reprieve from the pain. As Tiki and Cordelia bore down furiously as ever, Olivia slowly lowered her backside towards my face… but then stopped short.

“I… I… don’t know about this...” she murmured, clearly embarrassed by the idea. “Er… I guess I’ll just...”

Gradually she kneeled down, delicately pressing her fine ass against my face, but only a tap as she gasped at the contact and shot back up. Trying again she pushed further in, gently brushing her asscheeks across me before again standing up. I found myself wishing we were alone, moaning a bit from the lovely, tender feeling…

“Uh… I’m sorry sir, I know it’s… right there and all but… but can you please stop st-staring at it…? It makes me self-conscious...” she pleaded.

Tiki chuckled and teased, “Ooh, dirty boy.” as I found myself blushing as well.

“Doesn’t exactly have much else to look at… but you should feel ashamed all the same.” Cordelia exclaimed as she bent her legs into a figure 4 shape, one over the other as she pressed tighter around my head, sending me deeper between her legs. I was growing accustomed to the constant pain in my head and ribs, and getting into this all the more.

Miriel called to Olivia, “Not to unduly accelerate your progress but… if his face were smothered by your posterior, he wouldn’t see anything at all.”

“Ah yes, you have a point!” Olivia replied. With that, she abruptly kicked her legs out, sitting down full-force onto my head. Her beautiful bottom pressed deeply against me, the sweet soft cheeks sliding and grinding into my face. She was awkwardly fidgeting her hips, sitting right between the legs of Cordelia, who tried to give her just enough space. 

Humiliating as it all was, I couldn’t help but groan in ecstasy. Olivia let out a deep shudder. “Oooohh… th-that feels… interesting...”

Cordelia spoke up, “Heh, looks like he feels the same...”

Suddenly I heard all of the girls other than Olivia giggle. I didn’t have any idea what that was about until I heard the one sitting on my face gasp, “Oh! He’s g-got an… erection?!”

I was so taken up in it all I didn’t even realize, I’d grown rockhard from all of this and my cock was no doubt trying it’s best to poke out from my pants. I swiftly came to regret wearing such tight-fitting slacks. 

After taking a moment to study it, Miriel chimed in, “Yes, I see… even though there isn’t any direct correlation, from his behavior I had somehow imagined his endowment was rather insignificant. It seems this has held true.”

“Not only that, but it looks like he has a short cock too!” Tiki added.

“Ouch… good thing he probably can’t hear us right now.” Olivia noted, innocently unaware that I could hear every word. “But yes, I suppose it is on the small side...”

Never in my life had I felt such overwhelming shame, I wished that I could be anywhere else, just roll up into a ball and die right there and then. I tried to cross my legs in a vain attempt to cover up my bulge, but Tharja was having none of that, reaching down to grab my ankles and pry them apart, holding them up in the shape of a V.

“Gods, it’s as though someone placed a size hex on it… mmm, but you can still have plenty of fun with tiny things...” she cooed. 

Much to my shock, I felt her stockinged foot caressing my member. Evidently Tharja had kicked off her shoes, and now she was running her toes up and down my shaft, giving them a playful wriggle. This forced me to emit a deep shudder of pleasure right into Olivia’s tight ass.

Olivia sounded startled as she spoke up, “Oooh…! Uh, I think he likes that!”

The voodoo queen chuckled as her toes gave the head of my cock a gentle squeeze. The balls of her foot massaged deeply into my erection, the sexual friction was immense. My dick began to twitch against the bottom of her foot. “Oh my… to the twitching phase this soon, it doesn’t take you long, does it…? Hrm well, saves me time...”

Tharja’s pumping of my member gradually increased in speed. I was howling in ecstasy, my whole world becoming engulfed in feminine domination. Tiki’s legs around my waist, Cordelia’s thick thighs compressing my head, Olivia’s ample ass bearing into my face and now Tharja’s thinly covered foot working my dick.

I could tell from the nervous giggling, Olivia was really enjoying how it felt, the minute vibrations that rippled through her firm yet plump flesh with my every shout of pleasure. The intensity rose further and further, as the gothic temptress expertly grasped my dick with her foot and slid it up and down the shaft a wild pace.

Then… with no warning whatsoever, she stopped. Tharja chuckled with a villainous satisfaction as she pulled her foot away, leaving me hanging. “Oh sorry, did you think I was planning on finishing you…? This is a punishment, fool.”

Still grasping my legs, she presumably slid her feet back into her shoes because I absolutely felt them stabbing into my abdomen as she walked forward, stepping over Tiki’s legs. Tharja’s entire weight bore down on me and her sharp heels bit into me as she casually trampled me.

“Ah finally, an opening from which I can contribute!” Miriel announced. She stepped up and seemingly told Tharja, “If I may ask, would you please pull his legs a little further up…?”

She agreed to this and took another step forward, her pointed shoes burying themselves into my chest as my legs were stretched to their limit. As a consequence my ass was now off the ground… Miriel knelt down and much to my dismay pulled my pants down to expose it. 

“From my estimation this should be an effective means of further humbling him.” she declared as she reared her arm back and delivered a vicious smack to my ass. Gripping my hip for leverage, she repeatedly slapped the hell out of my backside. “Administering a solid spanking, that should do nicely.”

Just to recap; Cordelia’s legs were locked around my neck, Tiki’s legs were in a similar vice on my midsection, Tharja was walking back and forth trampling my torso, Olivia’s supple ass was furiously engulfing my face, and now Miriel was spanking me. All of this was happening simultaneously. It was an experience beyond my imagination, I was in my own little world, a world of nothing but agony and emasculation. 

Well, okay, it also contained a lot of sexy bodies…

Miriel was relentless, wearing out my ass until red handprints were left on the cheeks, a loud slap echoing throughout. The sting was so horrific I barely noticed when Cordelia finally uncoiled her legs, rolling away. “Ahh my, that was quite the lower body workout...”

Tiki did the same and answered, “Heh, maybe this guy should sell himself as an exercise machine once he goes back into the public.”

As Tharja continued literally walking all over me, she occasionally stopped to press the tip of her shoe into my member, caressing the head, giving it just enough friction to keep it fully erect and thoroughly teased. Whilst this happened, Olivia lifted herself a foot off my face, just in time as I’d again nearly passed out from her intensive smothering. Looking down at me she asked, “Um, are you doing okay down there…?”

“No...” I weakly muttered.

“Oh… sorry.” she lamented, before firmly sitting right back down, her sweet cheeks engulfing me once more, a vigorous shaking of her ass grinding furiously into me. 

“Ah, don’t worry, I think that’s good...” Tharja told her, releasing my ankle to instead grab her hand and pull her up to her feet. “I think he’s had enough of this… so it’s a good time to switch to the next tactic, hmhmhm… let’s get him sitting up for a little bit...”

Miriel overheard this between spanks. “But… I just now began contributing… and I can’t get to his posterior if he’s sitting. We’re changing his position now...?”

“Relax… you’ll get yours…” Tharja assured her. The scholarly mage sullenly let me go, leaving my ass more sore than I could recall it ever being. 

She knelt down and whispered into Tiki’s pointed ear. The manakete smirked deviously at this as she stood. My eyes were wide with fright as I looked up at them, watching as they circled around and lorded over me. Tharja sat down on the ground and grabbed me by the hair, roughly pulling me up and yanking me towards her. 

The back of my head found itself stuck in Tharja’s inviting cleavage. I gasped as I felt her full breasts hugging me. In a different setting I’d love nothing more than to lie like this into the night, I couldn’t ask for better pillows.

Meanwhile, Tiki got down on all fours in front of me, giving me a lovely peek down her own cleavage. She crawled up into my lap, delicately sitting on my rampant bulge. I didn’t hold back my moan of joy, conditioned to it being muffled. But this one was embarrassingly loud and managed to get a giggle from all five of these dominant women.

Tiki gave me a smirk. “I think you’ll like this… atleast you better!”

I was stunned when she pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her red bra, held together by a remarkably loose looking little knot in the front. Gods, her breasts were beautiful. She already looked stacked but I didn’t realize how much that dress had been confining them, as they seemed to spring forward with a lively bounce the moment it dropped. 

She thrust her welcoming breasts right into my face, giving me a generous dose of direct contact with her soft, smooth, jiggling flesh. Tiki and Tharja wrapped their arms around each other, and I can’t be sure but I think their breasts actually touched ever-so-slightly as my head was sandwiched deeply between the two womanly chests. 

It was still somewhat embarrassing being controlled so completely by these two, especially as those watching seemed to find it endlessly amusing how helpless I was to my lust, unable to contain my groans. Still I was beginning to get used to it, and this was certainly much friendlier than what they’d been doing to me. For the most part I was just letting myself enjoy this now.

The two slowly shook their shoulders from side to side, dragging their ample bosoms across either side of my head. “Ohhh yes…” I found myself saying, and judging from the reaction I think they could understand me.

Tiki moved back just a little bit, her perfect tits sliding off my face, instead hanging mere centimeters in front of it. She seemed amused at what I’m sure was a very dopey looking smile on my face. “Heh, I knew it… you’re having the time of your life, aren’t you?”

I meekly nodded, much to her satisfaction. Sadly I felt Tharja’s breasts moving away as well, though her beautiful face pressed against mine as she whispered, “You really like our tits, eh? Would you say that you need them…?”

“Wha…? Well, I...” I muttered, watching as with a small wiggle of her shoulders, Tiki’s tatas began gently swaying from side to side. It was… hypnotizing.

“You want more, right? Hmmmm...?” she asked, fondling herself right in front of me. She brought them closer until they almost made contact, teasingly pulling them away just before they touched my face again. 

Without thinking I found myself trying to thrust myself forward and get another big faceful of them, but Tharja held me tightly, keeping me from moving. “No no, naughty boy… we decide when you get to touch them… if you really want it so badly all you have to do… is beg...”

Awestruck, I conceded, “P-Please… please smother me again.”

Another round of giggles from the spectators brought me back to reality a bit. Tiki moved to the side, enough to let me see Cordelia pointing and laughing. 

The manakete teased, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that, can you say that a little louder? If you really want it bad, you should show some passion.”

What the hell was I doing? How did it come to this? It wasn’t anymore than maybe fifteen minutes ago, I was fighting these women, assured that me and my allies would run right through them. Now they were making me beg them to dominate me just a little bit more, and all I could possibly think to say was…

“Please… please smother me with your tits!” I called out loudly. “I need them so badly… I’m going to die if I don’t have my head cradled in them again!”

Even Olivia burst out laughing at the sound of this, though she swiftly covered her mouth, blushing madly. “O-Oh gosh, ahaha, how r-rude of me… heehee~”

I’d never felt lower in my life, but atleast it worked, as Tiki and Tharja resumed their heavenly embrace, their paradise of flesh becoming my entire existence once more. They brushed and pressed and caressed… it was though their breasts were themselves making love to my head. And all the while, Tiki’s ass playfully bounced up and down on my member, again just enough to keep it from ever softening but still frustratingly refusing me a climax.

As was becoming the norm for today I was again running out of oxygen, but this time I didn’t care. If I passed out or even suffocated to death between those bosoms, I couldn’t possibly imagine a better way to go.

Alas, once I’d become too weak to move, they released me, allowing me to breath once more as I fell limp to the ground. As the smotherers stood, Cordelia and Olivia came up to them and the four traded high fives. The knight called out, “Well done, well done! His humbling is obviously going well if you’ve got him sacrificing that much pride so quickly...”

Miriel stood with her arms folded. “Must be nice to be allocated enough time to perform a thorough routine and make such progress…”

“Okay, I get it… you got shafted a little...” Tharja replied with an eye roll.

Tiki suggested, “Well, how about you plan out our next phase to make up for it? ...Might be our last, he looks like he’s about had it.”

The scholar seemed pleased with this idea, putting a finger to her mouth, cocking her head in thought for a few moments. A smile crossed her face. “Yes, I do believe I’ve hypothesized an efficient distribution of our assets...”

She gestured for her four partners to huddle up with her, as she quietly informed them of their new roles. I wasn’t sure at this point if I was dreading this finale or excited for it.

Eventually they broke apart, each seeming content with what was about to happen and they all surrounded me. Miriel reached down, grabbed me by the lapel and yanked me up to my feet. I was really in too much of a daze to stand on my own, but that wouldn’t be a problem for long. 

In that next instant, Cordelia, who was behind me, performed a handstand and as she was supporting herself, she bent her legs until they were resting on my shoulders, an incredible flexibility. She proceeded to once more lock her thighs together around my neck, though in a much more unique position and one that allowed her a lot more painful torque than ever, threatening to choke the life out of me.

As she held me like this, Miriel knelt down, grabbed my pants by the waist and ripped them down to my ankles, exposing my ever-throbbing manhood. She stared disapprovingly at my bared erection for the first time. “Hm. I think I overestimated it’s size, which is surprising given I was attempting to be conservative… hopefully that miscalculation doesn’t affect this too much.”

My ego had been utterly murdered, and as I mourned that loss, the apparent mage sat down and removed her boots. I was distracted by this so I didn’t notice Olivia running towards me from my left. With a leap, she twirled in mid-air like the graceful dancer I hear she was, and landed assfirst on my face once more, though this time her supple cheeks only covered about half of it. 

As her thighs clenched my shoulder to stay upright, she reached down and grabbed my hand, yanking it up between her legs. Shyly she placed it on her chest, firmly pressing it against her. “I-Is this right, Miriel…?”

“Yes, that should help you stay in place.” she answered as she whipped off her socks, now totally barefoot.

As Olivia’s beautiful ass kissed half of my head, Tiki rushed in from the opposite side and pounced onto me, her breasts once more thrust upon me, effectively taking up the other half. Similar to her counterpart, Tiki grabbed my hand but as she was so much lower, instead just forced my palm against her sweet ass. As if by instinct, I squeezed it lovingly, and that was all the support she needed to stay perfectly in place.

 I was beginning to wonder if I was dreaming, as I think I have had some that were like this. It’s hard to otherwise explain these two gorgeous, shapely strangers, smothering me with their ass and tits respectively, but that’s what was happening.

This overload alone got my cock in a manic fit as it twitched wildly from the sensation of their gorgeous - as Miriel put it - assets working their magic. 

After a few moments of these two working me over, Tharja groped one of Tiki’s tits and pulled it just out of the way enough to let me see her. “I think you’d like to take a look of this...” she whispered. 

When she turned around, I looked down to see, much to my shock, she had taken off her thong and even stripped off all the pantyhose, revealing her absolutely stunning bare ass. Standing on her tiptoes as she backed up, her incredible cheeks were just a few inches above my rock solid member as she gave them a teasing shake. Gods, I wished I was taller in that moment...

Meanwhile, in front of her, Miriel was now lying on her back, pressing her bare feet gently into my genitals. As they massaged my dick and balls, they also pushed them upwards just enough to rub the top of my cock into Tharja’s ass. The voodoo queen squatted down, grinding it deeper down onto my throbbing member. 

As this dual-sided working over of my penis commenced, Tharja let go of Tiki’s titty, letting her continue thoroughly smothering me. I could see nothing, as an ample set of tits and an incredible ass blocked my vision, and I think blocking off that sense only intensified my sense of touch as Tharja’s ass and Miriel’s pumping feet furiously owned my genitals. 

I’d been teased mercilessly thus far, and I was desperate for a release, especially now that they were creating more sexual friction than I ever even thought possible. I recall hearing it rumored that being denied an orgasm for a time only makes it sweeter when it happens. I also once heard it said that being choked as you’re getting off intensifies your orgasm. 

In that moment, as Cordelia’s luscious thighs continued the steady vice grip around my throat, I was entirely convinced. And despite how helpless I was, entirely at their mercy, a plaything for them to toy with that they could dispose of for good at a whim, I no longer felt embarrassed. There was no guilt over this pleasure, nor any shame in being controlled by a woman. In that moment it simply felt… right. 

Between Cordelia’s legs, Tiki’s titties, Tharja and Olivia’s asses and Miriel’s feet, I came to understand that women truly ruled and that wasn’t a bad thing. It was a beautiful, blissful thing, and I couldn’t have been luckier that they chose me as a victim.

In that moment... I submitted. Not just to them, but to women all around the world. I became a sub the very instant that Tharja’s ass and Miriel’s feet damn near came together as my cock was aggressively sandwiched betwixt them and finally, mercifully, I was allowed the enormous climax that had so eluded me.

It was powerful, shooting out for miles over the countryside… atleast that’s what it felt like, and as I couldn’t see for myself, it’s what I chose to believe. Tharja and Miriel alike seemed content with this, chuckling as they gave one last grind to my cock, as it was still furiously firing semen like a blunderbuss - or whatever else they wanted my dick to be. It was their property now and I was at peace with that. 

The two of them relented then, retreating. Cordelia also released her hold on me, letting me sink right to my knees. It was where I belonged in these women’s presence. Graciously, Olivia and Tiki stayed right where they were, their magnificent ass and bust respectively still smothering my entire head. 

Through the flesh, I overheard Cordelia speak up, “I think he’s been humbled quite well, I didn’t feel any resistance at all at the end there.”

“Indeed, he has succumb to the fairer sex.” Miriel agreed. “I think that’s sufficient rehabilitation.”

“I just hope we never catch wind of you going back to your old tricks… if you do, I swear I will cast a hex that makes your every orgasm hideously painful… and I will make sure you achieve a climax just as intense as that one every single day...” Tharja growled. “But if you’re good… maybe one day I’ll cast a spell that lets your cock grow to adult size... hmhmhm...”

“Now now, he’s served his time, give the guy a break.” Tiki piped up. “Let us smother him in peace~”

“Heehee… w-would you like that? We’ll stay with you until you’re out, okay…?” Olivia sheepishly confirmed.

And lo, they were true to their word. I simply knelt there, happily accepting their smothering, not even concerned about the air being robbed from me. After a couple of minutes more, I drifted off into a blissful slumber.

When I awoke, they were gone. But I awoke a better man, one that no longer longed to be above a woman, but indeed, wanted nothing more than to be beneath one. 

And so my journey began, to find another who could dominate me like those five did...