Signifying Nothing: A Knights of Dishonor Story

By

Gerund

Part 1

 

They did not struggle, the fight having been beaten out of them. When they were up and at full strength, they could hang with anybody. But the Knights of Dishonor were not just anybody. They specialized in capturing curvy, buxom heroines.

Which Sound and Fury certainly were. Sound was an exotic beauty of Eastern European descent. She had long, thick black hair and smoldering dark eyes. Her lips were, thick, pouty, and pink. She covered her large breasts and thick, round, buttocks in a white footed bodysuit with a plunging V-neck that exposed massive, tan cleavage. The costume had a turned up collar and a little eye mask. She could generate sonic blasts that could be devastating.

Now she was bound is black rope, webbing her upper body and tightly jammed in her pussy. Her mask was gone, a blindfold in its place. A black ball-gag was deep in her luscious mouth, causing her to drool uncontrollably. She was being carried over the shoulder of the villain Chain Male, who clanked loudly as he walked with his prize.

Her partner was Fury, also clad in a tight, footed suit, except hers was black. It displayed her defined caramel shoulders and also plunged in a V-neck exposing her tan skin all the way to her crotch. Her power was super-strength, the madder she got, and the greater her strength was. She could unleash kinetic blasts through her fists. A black eye mask completed her costume, now missing.

She was being dragged by her straight brown hair. She was bound simply, with chains instead of rope wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She had a matching ball-gag, but no blind fold. She was unconscious. Grim Reaver pulled her; the lean, superbly muscled, martial artist hummed a tune as he dragged his catch back to their headquarters.

They ambushed them, it had been easy. The two had been doing their superheroine thing, taking out a gang of directionless thugs. What they did not know was that the thugs were employed by the Knights of Dishonor, for the sole purpose of drawing out the heroines Sound and Fury.

The two women had begun offering protection to businesses under the thumb of the local crime boss. Despite his best effort, the crime boss was unable to defeat the heroines, so he called in the Knights.

They got a local group of brainless goons to form a gaudy gang and draw the ire of those people under Sound and Fury’s protection. The scheme went off smoothly, and in short order Sound and Fury were slapping the hapless goons around.

Grim Reaver enjoyed watching them work. They were good, their fit bodies displaying power and grace as they mowed down the gang encroaching on their territory. He liked their big, tan tits bouncing around as they fought. The muscles in their full round asses made him hard, and he glanced over at Chain Male, grinning like a fool.

“Let’s do this,” he said, and Chain Male nodded in response.

They attacked the two heroines, Grim Reaver landing a perfect kick to the back of Fury, while Chain Male wrapped Sound in his mystical chains. The goons fled, whimpering pathetically into the night. Fury recovered quickly, the lovely Latina incensed by the attack. She immediately went on the offensive against Grim Reaver, sending out a flurry of kicks and punches.

Against anyone else her attack would be formidable, but Grim Reaver was trained in ways older than human civilization. He toyed with the busty little beauty, groping her breasts and delivering hard slaps to her tight ass. No matter how angry and powerful she grew, she was no match for Grim Reaver.

Her partner Sound was having even less luck. The mystical chains pinned her arms to her body and her legs together as he flung her around. After he slammed her against the walls a few times he pulled her in, standing the groggy, disoriented heroine up and then began to fondle and grope her viciously. She could only watch as her partner was beaten down by Grim Reaver. When Fury finally lay on the ground defeated, he walked up to the struggling Sound and began fingering her through her costume.

“You and your little partner made a lot of the wrong people angry,” He said, as he felt her pussy swell and dampen from his attention. “You are going to pay dearly for your interference, this is our city, and you heroines are going to respect that.”

He pinched a nerve on the snarling, moaning heroine and she passed out.

“Get your chains around Fury,” he said to the large, mute Chain Male. “No rope is going to hold that one. I’ll tie up this sweetie, and we will get them back to Hamzah.”

Chain Male released Sound, and both men skillfully bound their unconscious prey.

 

Now Hamzah observed the super tandem, bound and at his mercy. Both women were bound over high backed chairs, their delicious asses pointing to the ceiling. The crotch of each costume had been cut out, revealing thick, dark pussy lips. Hamzah was naked, his impressive frame covered in a light sheen of sweat. He stroked his member as he talked to Sound and Fury.

“You’re going to pay for you crimes, ladies,” he said. “I run a business, and for that business to be successful, I have to be vicious.”

“I take no pleasure in this,” he said, though his massively erect penis spoke to a different truth.

He stood on the chair that held Sound, and he reached over and grabbed her dark hair and pulled roughly on it as he entered her. Both heroines had been given a special cocktail crafted by Mr. Ambiguous, leaving both women drugged and seriously aroused. He entered Sound’s big, wet pussy with ease and began fucking her hard and fast.

He listened to her panting breathing around the large ball-gag that filled her mouth, and finally felt her cunt spasm around his dick. He pulled out, and then stuck his glistening cock up her big ass.

She groaned and squirmed as he eased into her ass and then began to furiously fuck her. He ignored her noises, focusing on the view of the city and the feel of his cock going in and out of Sound’s magnificent ass.

He heard a slight rustle behind and looked over his shoulder, thinking that one of his knights couldn’t resist the show. But he was wrong, it was Fury. She had somehow slipped free of her bonds, though she was still ball-gagged her eyes screamed murder.

Hamzah desperately tried to disentangle himself from her partner to face his escaped prisoner. She waited, and when he turned around she hit him square in the face. He had been in many fights over the centuries, so he knew instantly that his nose was broken from the powerful blow.

He went skidding across the floor, his nose leaking blood all over the expensive marble floor. He watched through bleary eyes as Fury freed Sound and made for the door.

Fury helped her partner to the door, kicking it off its hinges. A few seconds passed after they walked out, before they were both sent flying back into the room. A man in a yellow and red costume with a yellow cape walked in after them. His brightly colored costume clashed with his dead, grey-green flesh.

He had been a superhero once, but as part of the curse that left him in his current state, his name was forgotten, not even his mother knew it. So over time he had been called many things, but one name stuck: Caped Cadaver.

He was a powerhouse who felt no pain, a valuable commodity when faced with a heavyweight like Superwoman or Freya. Sound and Fury presented no challenge for him, as the two sprawled beauties could readily attest to.

Fury pulled herself to her feet, one large, tan breast now exposed. Her exposed brown nipple was rock hard as she charged in to attack the super corpse. He caught her in mid-air, capturing both wrists in one cold hand. He exposed her other breast, which bounced after being freed from the second skin fabric.

Hamzah stood up, his broken nose already healing. He walked up to Caped Cadaver and the struggling Fury, grabbing a fistful of her brown hair.

“I’d like you to meet Caped Cadaver,” he said, as the heroine spit in his face. “He is pretty strong, so strong that he really do some damage to your defenseless little partner.”

Fury stopped fighting, looking over at Sound, who was still out. Hamzah motioned to his still hard cock, and Caped Cadaver lowered Fury until her face was level with his engorged member.

“You do a good job, Cadaver leaves your friend alone, “he said. “If not…then well he won’t.”

She nodded, and slowly took Hamzah in her mouth. Hamzah seized the back of her head and began fucking her mouth. Her full red lips sealed around his cock as he worked in and out of her mouth.

Caped Cadaver maintained his death grip on Fury’s wrists, watching stoically as Hamzah fucked Fury’s mouth. He watched as her big breasts bounced, Hamzah reaching down to pinch those large, brown nipples.

Hamzah felt he was about to cum and pulled out. He shot his hot semen all over her big tits. When he was done, he knelt down and smeared cum onto her breasts, enjoying the big softness of her breasts and the hot stickiness of his seed on her skin.

He continued to pinch and play with her large nipples, while she knelt helplessly before him. He stood up, grinning.

“Take these two to the basement, let Ambiguous have some fun with them,” Hamzah said. “The man whose business you nearly ruined will be by tomorrow to punish you for your crimes, but tonight you belong to the Knights.”

She licked some of the saliva that decorated her mouth, before spitting on the floor. “When we get free, I’m going to fuck you up so bad, you’re going to wish you were this limp dick zombie holding me, I promise you.”

Hamzah laughed and nodded to Caped Cadaver, who dragged her by her wrists over to Sound, who he grabbed by the hair. He then proceeded to drag both heroines out of Hamzah’s office.

When they were gone, Hamzah went about getting dressed. “You aren’t the first to make that threat, and you’re about to learn why none have ever managed to deliver.”

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