The weight of my Goddess was growing to be too much to bear. As a submissive I'd taken my fair share of facesittings, but three hundred pounds of merciless full-weight sitting was certainly in a different league. What little air I could manage to suck in was tainted by a mix of fresh and stale gas, and my poor jaw felt like it would unhinge at any moment. Inches away, I suspect Slut, one of Goddess' other submissives, wasn't faring much better. While they only had to handle the weight of her stomach, a belly full of asparagus-filled urine probably wasn't exactly sitting well with them. I assumed this wasn't their first time suffering that awful humiliation, but I also doubted that it was something anyone could ever become accustomed to.
I grew dizzy in the foul darkness, each breath I took containing less and less oxygen. Did Goddess' farts serve to actually refresh the air supply, or did they make it worse? I tried my best not to dwell on their potential life-saving properties too much. All that mattered now was trying to stay conscious. My tongue still remained in my Goddess' asshole as well, weakly attempting to keep her happy and from punishing me further.
Each breath grew shallower and seemed to bring me even less air than the one preceding it. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, and found myself wondering what would happen if I straight up fainted beneath this massive woman. Would she even notice? Would she punish me? There was likely no questioning that, she absolutely would. In my delirium, I felt the throes of another climax above me, and a small wave of foul air popped out of her asshole along with it. At this point I couldn't even process the smell, my fading senses were overloaded enough as it was.
As if in answer to my silent monologue, I felt the massive weight above me start to shift. Goddess was a large woman, and getting up from a leaning position on a couch was certainly not easy for her, but the process had certainly begun. Her weight shifted back momentarily, crushing me so thoroughly that breathing was simply no longer possible. She then rocked forward, and her ass finally rose from my face, dripping with my saliva and tears. I lay there, a ruined and broken man, covered in sweat, tears, and ass juices, pathetically struggling to catch my breath and re-orient myself. I must have looked truly pathetic.
Slut collapsed to the floor as Goddess rose, their weak petite femboy frame likely just as overwhelmed as mine. I could hear them gagging and struggling to catch their breath, and I couldn't help but wonder how ridiculous we must have looked to Goddess, now towering over both of her defeated slaves.
"You've both disappointed me this evening," she spoke. "What good are slaves if I have to worry about you nearly passing out after a mere hour or service? I clearly need to train you harder."
I couldn't bring myself to physically react, but tried to utter out a weak 'sorry' between deep desperate breaths. If Goddess heard me, she chose not to react.
As I lay there, my faculties slowly returning, wondering what horrible training awaited me next, I heard a knock at the apartment door. I froze, wondering what would happen if someone saw this ridiculous scene. Would they come to our rescue, or would they just laugh at how pathetic we must have looked? I couldn't summon the energy to get up and look. Goddess let out a frustrated sigh.
"Normally a slave should be answering the door, but clearly even such a simple task is beyond the two of you," she barked. "You'll both pay dearly for this later."
She then stomped off towards the door, leaving the both of us to lie there and try to recover. In the distance, the door swung open, and I could hear two voices utter greetings, along with Goddess doing the same. My heart sank as the owners of both voices were clearly men. I know Goddess had mentioned taking cum from her guests earlier, but part of me had dared to hope that this was just an idle threat. Still, maybe these were just friends coming to visit, and just maybe nothing more would come of it. The pit in my stomach told me I was a fool to even dare to consider that, but hope was about all I had left at this point.
I soon found myself with enough energy to slide off the couch and return to my kneeling position. Goddess Nicole was still in the kitchen conversing with the two unknown men, but I knew she'd be furious with me if I wasn't in the proper slave position when she eventually returned to the living room. Slut clearly had the same idea, and was already subserviently positioned on their knees as well. We both swayed back and forth a bit, clearly they were reeling just as much as I from the events over dinner. The lack of any real food in my belly certainly wasn't helping the recovery either, but the very thought of asking about that filled me with fear and anxiety.
Before long, we were graced by Goddess Nicole's large, beautiful visage again. Her straight hair flowed behind her, and her large stomach and breasts bounced as she made her way back into the living room. I quickly dropped my head, averting my eyes, and Slut did the same. We both knew better than to make eye contact with her at this point. Flanking Goddess on both sides were the two men who entered earlier. While I couldn't get a look at their faces, one was tall, with muscular arms and legs, and had dark brown skin. His casual t-shirt and shorts getup made me suspect this wasn't a formal date or anything of the sort for him. I couldn't see any hair beneath his shoulders, and I didn't dare look up any further. The other man was an almost comical contrast. His button-down shirt and khaki pants did little to hide his dumpy form, his ankles revealing his pale white skin, and his stomach seemed like it would burst out at any moment.
I couldn't imagine that the two men had any real association with each other, but I had seen odder pairings in the past, so I couldn't truly be sure. As if answering my questions, one let out a soft whisper.
"Remember, no names tonight," the taller man spoke. "I'd rather not find out I actually know the new one."
"Yes, yes, you have nothing to worry about, just keep the masquerade mask on and you'll be fine," Goddess replied impatiently. "It's not like these slaves have any contact with the outside world anymore anyways."
Had she found these men on some kind of kinky hookup site? It certainly sounded like she did. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse than them actually being friends or partners of hers, and I honestly didn't have the time or energy to think on it further. The trio was approaching quickly, which meant whatever was expected of me next was about to be revealed.
"These are my two slaves," Goddess Nicole said. "On the left is Slut. That slave has been trained in the ways of subservient femininity despite having a useless cock, which I've locked and melted down the key for years ago."
One of my men grunted in approval. I tried to hide my shock at the fact that Slut's cage was literally permanent, and it had been years. I couldn't imagine accepting a fate like that.
"The slave on the right is my new probationary slave," Goddess continued. "I just acquired it today, under false pretenses of a three-day contract. If the foolish thing had read it more carefully, it likely would have realized that only I had the discretion to end the agreement after three days, which is certainly something I will not do."
I froze. What had she just said? I barely had any time to think about it, as Goddess continued to speak.
"I don't have a name for that slave yet, although for today it's mostly been a toilet and a bidet," she said. "Perhaps Toilet will be a good name for it, but I probably won't decide until the permanent collaring and chastity key melting ceremony on Monday."
The feeling of fear grew in me, rising from the pit of my stomach up and through my throat, nearly choking me. I was going to end up exactly like Slut, with no access to my cock ever again. Even worse, it seemed like I was never leaving Goddess' service unless she dismissed me. Perhaps I could do a bad enough job that she wouldn't want me anymore? But, wouldn't she just relish the opportunity to punish me if I did that? It seemed like there really was no way out of this.
For the third time today, my panicked thoughts were quickly disrupted by Goddess Nicole. She walked over and stood next to me, and grabbed the chain, securing me like some kind of pet. While she did so, the two men descended on Slut, who likely caught the pair of strangers' attention first due to their feminine appearance. The stronger of the two wasted no time in dropping his shorts, revealing his large, hairy, flaccid cock. Even in its soft state it was intimidating to behold. Slut's eyes widened, and they began to hungrily kiss and lap at it, years of training and pent-up horniness likely taking control. The man smirked and wrapped his hands around the back of Slut's head, encouraging them to take the growing cock into their mouth.
I didn't have much time to take in the absurd show unfolding before me. Perhaps jealous of his compatriot's pleasures, the fat man waddled over to me. A single nod from Goddess and his pants were down, and his shirt unbuttoned. Unlike Slut's ravager, this man's form was nothing flattering. His hairy stomach fell over his waste, partially obscuring the hairy crotch that contained his small flaccid cock. I cringed in disgust as he walked closer to me, and thrust that mess into my face.
I turned my head to the side, instinctively avoiding the stranger's crotch. Behind him I could hear the more attractive man moaning, and the sloppy sounds of Slut's cocksucking grew more intense. Goddess Nicole, responding to my defiance, yanked hard on the chain attached to my metal collar.
"Slave! You service anyone above you who requests it," she spoke. "You've embarrassed me in front of this gentleman, and for that you've earned two hours in the prison box tomorrow. Disobey again and I'll show you something far worse than a few farts."
Two hours? I could barely handle 15 minutes! I couldn't believe what Goddess had just said. And what could possibly be worse than that? I took a deep breath, and turned back to face the man's crotch. Anything was better than that box, even sucking this guy's cock.
I looked up at the man as I moved towards his small flaccid dick. His smirk was soon eclipsed by his fat belly, which he lifted slightly to help me find his cock in his bush. How kind of him. While not as bad as the prison box, this guy's crotch was certainly no bed of roses. A mix of sweat, perhaps a few drops of unshaken piss, and man musk assaulted my senses as my eyes teared up. Still, I found myself already able to handle this better. Was this the real reason behind Goddess Nicole's intense scent training? If this kept up, I'd probably become completely nose blind.
Regardless, I had a job to do. Against every fiber of my being telling me to stop, I opened my sore and tired jaw, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the tip of the fat man's circumcised cock. Loud moans of pleasure erupted behind him, and the tell-tale sloppy gags of a facefucking soon followed. I wondered if Slut was enjoying that, or if they were now suffering too. Still, I didn't have much sympathy for them.
Meanwhile, the man above me put a large hand behind my head, and I knew what I had to do. I opened wide and slid the small cock onto my tongue. The taste of sweat and precum reminded me of the humiliation of this act, and I began to wrap my tongue around his growing shaft. The grip on my head tightened as the man's cock grew, becoming surprisingly large in my tired mouth. Before long it was stiff enough to forcibly fuck my face, and the man wasted no time in getting started.
The first thrust startled me, as I had never sucked a cock before, let alone been facefucked. The shaft hit the back of my throat, likely bruising it, before sliding downwards. I lost the ability to breathe, and let out an involuntary gag as spit burst down my chin.
