There's some struggling, but as soon as the slave collars begin their work, any resistance melts away within the first five minutes. The dwarf quickly gets to work, hands and tongue working against his cunt, hesitantly at first, but faster as the collar does its work, while the other women move to surround his body, suckling at his breasts, running hands over his skin, or presenting themselves for him to play with; clearly, all reluctantly, but with little choice, thanks to the collars.