Morgan

I walked down a long white hallway. Tension had built up in my body from the base of my spine to the tips of my toes. The border between excitement and nervousness had been entirely blurred.

I knew I would discover what I sought at the end of the hall, where a dark brown wooden door bordered with gold stood, waiting for me. I had finally reserved the nerve to sign up for the Gauntlet.

I reached the doorway and my hands shook. I had no idea what was on the other side of that door, left only with the vague inkling that it was some powerful and cruel woman who would treat me with the utmost contempt. My lack of size and masculinity would assure that.

Still, was there anything a pathetic worm like me craved more than the cruelty of a powerful woman? I never wondered so.

I gathered what resolve I could and turned the doorknob. It opened inward with ease. The room that I then entered was bathed in golden light, in a shade not unlike the border around the entryway’s door.

Upon a silky gold sheet sprawled over a high and wide seat was a scantily-clad pale blonde. Her thick and rounded features were emphasized by her tight yellow lingerie set, which held her tits together with three straps between her elevated cleavage. The blubber of her belly was cut off and held back by the bottom of the set, which came down around her pussy and ended there, giving me a full view of her bare and pale thighs in all their hunky deliciousness.

This mysterious goddess looked up at me as I entered with a welcoming smile. Her hair was short and silvery blonde, rounding off around her pretty round head just above her broad shoulders. An ornate set of pearls was strung about her thick neck, and each of her ears was matched with studs of the same make.

Upon shuffling inside the room, I immediately felt undeserving to be in the presence of such a big beauty. Still, she beckoned me closer.

“Oh, you must be our latest initiate. Go ahead and close that door,” she said with a wave of her hand. I followed orders already, willing to please and serve. “Good,” she said, and I turned back to look at her. “There’s no turning back now.”

This thick and heavyset queen looked me up and down as I took a step forth to approach her. “You’re a scrawny one, aren’t you?” she said with a slight laugh.

I looked down at my own slight and spindly form and assented, “I suppose I am.” She giggled a bit once more at this admission, then waved me closer to her.

“Come a little closer, now.” I did as I was bid. My intimidation intertwined with my temptation as she came closer into view with every silent step of mine. “Before we begin, there are some introductory things I have to get through,” she announced.

I hoped there wouldn’t be a long lecture about consent, or a diatribe enforcing cheesy safewords, or a totally boner-killing speech about how the kinds of illicit activities I had signed up to engage in were supposedly nothing more than ‘roleplay’ or ‘fantasy.’ With a slight sigh, I nodded my head.

The thick short-haired blonde continued, “You’ve signed up for the Gauntlet, and every one of us here have seen your signature. Therefore, your consent to the impending treatment you are about to receive is assumed beforehand.”

The tension of such a possibility was immediately relieved. I silently thanked the Lord above before she said, “With that out of the way, I can tell you more about us.” She placed one hand down on the seat that graced her asscheeks and looked me in the eye before saying more.

“I am the first of your Goddesses, of which there are twenty-eight. We are going to put you through hell… or heaven, depending on your temperament. Each of us will be more brutal than the last. Don’t let the number fool you, though. Each of us has our own particular style and tastes. Your own, are frankly secondary to ours. You will endure what we give you without complaint or quarrel. You will obey any and every command that any one of us may give you, without question. You will recognize each and every one of us as equally superior to you. Is that understood?”

The big blonde beauty was already giving me her cold and concrete authority, as if on a golden platter.

I nodded somewhat frantically and said, “Yes, Goddess. I understand.” Upon pressing each of my palms together, I noticed they were glistening with fresh sweat.

“Good,” she said, her high voice like the crack of a whip through the air. “Now, you should also understand that although I am your first Goddess, I am not the least skilled, nor experienced, by any means. I’ve just taken it upon myself to offer you the preliminaries. You see, your domination here will be tiered in a system of intensifying extremity.

You will go from room to room, from Goddess to Goddess, and submit to each of us successively. Should you ever feel the need to give up, just know that you’ll be prohibited from trying again for another year, but if you make it to the end…” She reached down and ran a hand over her covered-up pussy up to her belly fat. “…there will be a reward. Any questions?”

I was somewhat dumbfounded by her entire voluptuous presentation, but I asked, “How does the tier system work?”

“Good question,” she said in unexpected good nature. “There are technically four tiers, each of them being sliced into segments of seven. So, one through seven is the lowest and most mild tier, eight through fourteen hikes up the extremity, and so on. However, each Goddess has a different themed room, so it’s actually twenty-eight stages in total, if you’d prefer to think of it that way. Also, you’re likely to see an increase in our overall cruelty about every four stages. So, four of seven, seven of four, whichever way you slice it, just know you’re dealing with both factors. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Goddess, it does.”

“Good.” She lightly ran the palm of her right hand into her round forehead. “Oh, shoot, I forgot to introduce myself.” The spell of her was not lost on me, anyway. “I’m Morgan. I’m your first Goddess of many tonight, so I’ll be going a little easy on you.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I said again to show her I understood what was to come. She was unexpectedly cute and sweet to me, up until that point, so much so that I began to assume I deserved it.

“Our session is preliminary, to make sure you’re not just some random bag of bones who can’t handle a little female cruelty.” Morgan ran her hand up her broad body in tantalizing fashion once again. “I like to weed out the weak,” she said, her voice as sweet as her body looked delicious.

“I’m not weak, Goddess,” I said as if to prove myself.

“You sure look it,” was her retort.

I had nothing to say to that. I resolved to prove myself in material terms. Whatever she would come to say, I would obey unquestioningly.

To back out on the first stage would be a mockery of everything I knew myself to be. Regardless, I began to question whether or not this woman actually wanted to dominate me anymore.

While I was thinking of something of the sort to say that didn’t sound rude or presumptuous, Morgan continued with a demand, “Take off your clothes. Then, we’ll see how weak you really look.” Alas, I was wrong to feel neglected.

Still, my former nervousness had now resurged to form a peak within me. It’s not that serious, it’s not that serious, I told myself frantically just as I was about to unveil my naked shame to a big and gorgeous blonde.

I decided instead to focus on her; she was so unbearably wide and broad and bubbly with her massive tits held back in those golden straps and her powerful posture on the lucky little sheeted seat. If there was any better beginning of my shame, I wouldn’t know where to discover her.

My hands traveled where my mind dared not to go: right to the edge of my shirt, and then my shorts, my feet kicking off my sandals along the way. My boring dark gray clothes hit the golden-lighted floor.

The big blonde’s laughter at my now-bare torso and legs was enough to redden my face, already. I really was spindly and weak. Her laughter held nothing back in telling me so.

“I thought this was supposed to be easy mode,” I whinged. That was a mistake.

“Shut up, bitch,” she demanded with another crack of her whip of words. Her face had suddenly become solid and stern, her brows furrowed at me in a glare. “Lower those boxers, beta. Now!”

I did as she said–I even looked down as I removed my final remaining coverings. They landed on the rest of my clothes in a pitiful little pile on the floor beside me. In spite of her laughter, she must’ve already seen I was different from men who would shirk at the mere wondered of a woman asserting herself in cruelty.

For someone like me, a woman’s rudeness only accentuates her attractiveness, and does nothing to tarnish it.

I was now bare for her to witness, naked in my shame before her. She let all the laughter she could spare me out in that moment. “Almost as pathetic as I expected,” she said after a sharp inhale.

“That little thing isn’t going anywhere near all this greatness,” she declared, rubbing both hands up and down the weight of her body once more.

Salivating, I looked from her back down to myself. My freshly exposed penis was certainly little; it was already burgeoning into semi-hardness on profile of Morgan’s greatness, as she called it, but it didn’t amount to much of anything more than three inches.

There would be no great revolt against the tyranny of her continuing laughter, as I was its eager subject. I stood there entirely naked and took it all.

As soon as her cute shower of giggles at my expense ceased again, she said, “With a dick that small, were you even really born a man at all?”

I looked into her superseding grin and said, “No, I suppose not, Goddess Morgan.”

She giggled again, ever so slightly, then leaned in close to me.

She even got up off of her lucky little seat to bend over and put her thumb and pointer finger beside my tiny cock. No time was wasted for her in getting back into her original sitting place, two good steps away from my naked form.

Her fingers stayed in the same position, however, placed close together right in front of her pretty rounded face to mock my utter lack of size down there. “It’s like a fucking ant,” she said with another resounding round of giggles that broke her mocking posture.

My shame bubbled up over any of my excitement, covering it, submerging my insides in a hot flame. I felt the instinct to hide myself again, but shooed it away. Something about this was undeniably right. At least the sight of my exposure brought this thick Goddess some joy.

The contrast between us was palpable. As she continued to laugh at me, I looked back and forth, from her to me and back again. Although the both of us were just as pale as the other, I was small, in every sense of the word: skinny, flat, boney, unendowed, and weak. She was big, in every sense of that word: wide hips, broad shoulders, protruding blubber everywhere, with a fat rack of tits and a thick-looking ass to match. In the light of these aspects, my surrender attained a quality of nature.

Morgan finally straightened up and ceased to laugh at me, still standing there all alone in my nakedness. My tiny little boner stuck right up in her direction. She did all that she could not to gaze down at it again, in likely fear of being unable to control her vicious laughter, genuinely, I felt. I was so willingly violated for her, regardless.

“We’re not going to lock that little thing up in chastity, or anything. Some of the others may, but I’m not,” Morgan announced, looking me dead in the eye once again. “However, you’re not going to touch that little shrimp unless we say so. Understand?” Her voice was high and sharp and sweet.

Relieved on that score, I replied, “Yes, Goddess Morgan,” like the dutiful underling I was.

“Good little beta,” she said, the closest thing I’d get to praise on that night, to be sure. “I wouldn’t expect any of the others to react any differently than I have to that pathetic little inchworm you’ve got dangling between your legs, either.”

“Yes, Goddess Morgan,” I repeated, knowing she was right.

“Good,” she said. “It’s almost like you already know your place… beneath us all.” She paused a moment and set her prominent chin down on her fist, her elbow resting on her thick thigh. I couldn’t tell if she was just playing at her pensive posture, or if this was for real. “Let’s give that idea a good test,” she declared.

Not knowing what would come next, I watched her shift her pose from sitting upright towards me to kneeling across the seat, giving me a great sideways view of her wide, well-rounded ass. The golden-colored negligee was swallowed up between her fat, pale cheeks. Morgan looked back towards me and commanded, “Get on your knees and give it a good sniff.”

I leapt at the opportunity to stick my nose in that glorious ass she had so graciously stuck up for me. Dropping to my knees at rattling speed, I crawled right up to the edge of her seat. When both of my hands landed at each of her broad hips, she smacked them down right away. “Don’t touch me,” she spat down at me from high above.

“Yes, Goddess Morgan,” I breathed lustily right into her fat ass. I brought my nose as close as I could into it without the would-be support of my phantom hands. A sweet inhale of her innermost parts was all I was afforded, so it seemed. I drew it out accordingly.

One of Morgan’s pale hands ended up teasing the side of her tight negligee. “Should I take this all off, and give you a real taste of beauty?” she asked, surely just to mock me. She even snapped back the strap on the top of her ass and let it hit her without so much as a noise.

“Please, Goddess Morgan, please…” I begged in a stupor made delirious by my proximity to her greatness.

The cruel blonde laughed again and said, “No, I don’t think I will.” It appeared I was correct.

“Keep sniffing down there, beta. I never said you could stop!” she commanded me. I got even closer, my nose practically kissing the edge of her inner asscheeks, and huffed another, longer sniff. “Mm, does it smell good?” she asked as if to mock me even more.

I actually contemplated her innermost scent for a moment; it didn’t smell particularly rosy, being an asshole and all. Still, I acceded, “Yes, Goddess Morgan.”

“Good answer,” she said, cutely, before giving me a reward. She moved her ass back right onto my face and let it rest there for a full few fleeting moments. The smell soon became too much to bear, but she returned to her original slightly elevated position just in time.

I felt so dirty down there, beneath her, where I evidently belonged. Staring right into that fat ass was a heavenly view, on the other hand. “Why don’t you give it a couple of kisses for me?” she asked, now. “One for each cheek.”

I did just as directed, puckering up my lips to kiss her right cheek first, and then her left, as gently and sweetly as I could. “Now, tell me how perfect it is,” she commanded, her voice light and airy as a casual summer’s day.

“Your ass is perfect, Goddess Morgan,” I said without a moment of recalcitrance.

“Good little beta,” she said so sweetly. “How does it feel to know that you could never have my perfect ass to yourself?” Her question jabbed me, but her beauty demanded an answer.

“It hurts, Goddess,” I said with absolute honesty. My tiny little boner felt like it was about to burst involuntarily, betraying my dismay.

“Awh, that’s too bad, but it’s true,” Morgan answered me. “You are just a little beta, nothing more.”

She shook her fat ass around right in front of my face just to tease my throbbing shrimp of a cock even more. Then, she said, “How does it feel knowing that your pathetic excuse of a dick could never fit past my perfect cheeks?”

That one stung even harder. “It hurts, but I can clearly see it’s true,” I replied. My pathetic cock in question ached for a release, but I knew better than to try and sneak a tug at it.

“The truth does have a tendency to hurt.” Morgan paused a moment in her ass-out pose. “I’m almost tempted to see how good you are with that tongue of yours,” she said, much to my surprise.

“Oh, please, Goddess Morgan-” I began to beg.

“Shh! Shut up,” she said, lightning quick. “Give me a couple more kisses, then see if you can get that string out with only your tongue,” the blubbery blonde commanded.

Too scared to verbalize my assent, I got right to following orders. I chose two different places from before to kiss each one of her glorious asscheeks, then dove face first right into the center between them.

My tongue traveled between the gaping crevice of her fat ass, and I barely believed myself lucky enough to be tasting it. She didn’t make a sound, yet, so I became determined to elicit at least one sweet moan from her lips, so high above me on the other side of her voluptuousness.

Luckily, my tongue was long enough to reach so deep within her that I found the goddamned string I was presently tasked with removing. She came no closer to me, so it was a reach and a leap away, but I successfully wrapped my tongue around the string and pulled it to the side in a grand feat of mouth musculature. Lord knew that was the only sort of musculature I possessed whatsoever.

I finally tasted the inside of her hole. I shot my tongue as deep as it could go within her; hers was certainly not a virgin ass, judging purely by the way my tongue slid right inside with ease. At least it was perfectly clean.

Her asshole and my mouth made a seemingly inseparable union for many passing moments as I fucked it with my tongue.

I was sure my tongue was as deep as it could go inside of her by the time she finally moaned, lest my ears–which were pressed firmly between each one of her magnificent cheeks–deceived me. Still, I felt no impending reason to stop tongue-fucking her.

Right in that moment, she pulled forward and away from me. “That’s enough, I think,” I heard her say. I was so captivated by her ass that I had to stop myself from instinctually moving along with her. “Good tongue work, though, I must say.”

With a genuine smile on my face, I said, “Thank you, Goddess Morgan.”

“You’re welcome. Just don’t get too cocky on us. You literally aren’t built for that.” I should’ve known a compliment from a Goddess would at all times follow with an insult.

Goddess Morgan then readjusted her string and sat back in her original position. Lord, how I wished that lucky seat was my own face. I could’ve worshiped her thickness for hours upon hours.

“You’re not getting your clothes back, by the way,” she stated as a matter of cruel fact with a derisive glance in my direction.

“Yes, Goddess Morgan,” I assented, as I at all times would.

“You’ve already gotten far more than you deserve from me, so I wouldn’t expect your next Goddess to be any more merciful,” she said with a dramatic air about the whole ordeal. “See if you can climb every rung on the ladder of female domination, and hey, you just might see me again, sometime,” she teased me.

“I do hope so,” I remarked honestly.

“Mmhmm,” she muttered, long and drawn out. “They always do. Run along, now.”

Morgan shifted closer to my side of the seat just to kick me along on my way to the next room. Naked and ashamed, I followed the lead of her foot and crawled on to the edge of her golden room where the next doorway awaited me.