Cutlass – Earth Mother

By Mr. K

 

8.  FOIL ON THE CROSS

 

They set up mirrors. They actually set up mirrors so that each of us could see ourselves, and our sisters. They lined the opposite wall, so that we could see Tina and Taylor entwined in their captivity. They were on the ceiling, so that when we rolled our eyes upwards (because lifting our heads and necks was impossible under their powers), we’d see the shapes of our inverted bodies, and the soles of our boots pinned together.

 

There were mirrors on the floor so that we could see our own cleavages, our hair hanging down. They were arranged so that we could see every perspective of Dagger and Cutlass in their dance of defeat. No matter where I turned my eyes, I could see myself in my helpless cruciform, and my sister being used by my niece.

 

Tina was flat on her back, spread-eagle. Her face was blank, staring at the ceiling of this room that was now our prison.  Looking at her sleepy, sullen eyes I could tell that whatever took place before we got there had been complete and stultifying. She was empty.

 

With swift but deliberate motions, Taylor undid the strap-on, and let it drop.

 

“I’m going to fuck you like a girl now, Mommy,” she said. The dynamic heroine who was Dagger was nowhere to be seen. This was a lust-ridden girl in shiny, zentai, nylon. She stood in a wide stance over her mother’s face. She looked down at her, blond hair pouring down, framing her face.

 

“Look at my pussy, Mommy.”

 

Her hands sank down and met between her thick thighs. I could see the fingers starting to work; she as playing her pussy like an instrument. I could see her working the  fingers of one hand in circles, while the other spread her lips and pulled them forward just a bit.

 

“Open,” she told her mother as he legs began to tremble. My sister opened her mouth, wide, just as her daughter’s pussy started to rain. Taylor’s eyebrows arched down and her mouth formed a trembling curve. Already soaked and aroused, already damp and enflamed from fucking her mother with a massive black dildo, she came quickly.

 

Her orgasm rushed to meet her, and her captive cunt gushed juice. My sister blinked and snaked her tongue out as her daughter rained on her face.

 

“She’s a squirter like Night Star,” I heard one of our captors laugh.  “She sure is,” agreed the woman in the group.

 

Night Star. Hearing her name brought back some memories for me. Seeing the gushing juice of my captive niece brought back memories, as well. We had been captured like this before.

It was years before I found myself hanging upside down in that chamber, but so much was similar. It was when we confronted Rakshasa, and he won.

 

Just like with our captivity to Earth Mother, we had gone to rescue another heroine. It was Night Star, and us, flying to rescue Gold. We had all battled Rakshasa in the middle of the city that day, all lost, and all watched as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. A second later, he reappeared behind Gold. He clutched her breasts, squeezing hard up and together. Her eyes went vacant behind her golden mask, and her body stiffened.

 

There was a moment, frozen in my mind, of Gold and her captor. Gold stood six-feet tall, and her body was painted in a magical, gleaming golden sheath. It wasn’t fabric, but a metallic, golden metal gloss that covered her like liquid. Sometimes, it was configured into high-heeled boots, but that day it was a cat suit with stocking feet.

 

Rakshasa was in his human form, a tall, striking Indian man in flowing robes. His eyes were dark, and the power seemed to pour out of him.

 

“You’ll have to excuse us. Gold and I have old business to discuss.”

 

They both vanished in a puff of smoke.

 

His magic was different than Earth Mother’s. It didn’t feel as old and complete. I could pick apart a system of spells and charms, where hers seemed more seamless and complete. He could control your mind, and your body, but you didn’t seem to be as much of a puppet. He didn’t have your every thought.

 

The magic in her milk was complete; it seized your whole being. I could see that as I watched Dagger yank Cutlass up off the floor. They were not puppets; they were invested in this pantomime, body-and-soul. She gripped her mother’s face, tangling her hand in the thick, red hair, and she forced their mouths together.

 

Both women closed their eyes, and I could hear the gentle moans and soft, sucking wet sounds as they devoured each other’s mouths. Tina seemed almost ravenous, biting at her daughter’s lips and plunging her tongue deep into to Taylor’s throat. Her daughter would answer with a methodic, sensuous sucking and pecking. She would sample her mother’s lips, and dart her tongue in and out like a humming bird.

 

For some reason, I kept walking my mind back through our captivity in the hands of Rakshasa. We went all the way to his castle that had stayed hidden in the mountains for all of those years. We went right to the source of his power to find Gold, who might have already been dead. We ended up his captives.

 

Rakshasa was a powerful, mystical, ancient magic user. He took his name and his power from the ancient Indian legend of the vicious violent tiger-men of Indian lore. Just like with these Earth Mother magic-users , he had powers to bind, move, and manipulate without touching or even thinking about it. Just like when they levitated Sabre and me, and bound us to the crosses with some sort of magical force, Rakshasa levitated Gold. He used her rigid body as an altar.

 

In a room much like the room which we hung, crucified, he had her floating in midair like a lush, blond table top. His feet did not touch the ground as he worked his hands over her form, and the artifacts that he had used to adorn her body. She was one more magical object in his collection.

 

He had a book open, laid out to his latest incantation, on the solid washboard of her abs. A brilliant, ornate candle of black and red was in her mouth, her lips forming a perfect seal around it as hot wax dripped across her cheeks and nose. Some sort of crystal ball was wedged between her large, round breasts, and another candle, also black and red, but slender, was planted in her navel. With golden sheath depowered, he could simply penetrate her however he so chose.

 

We crashed through his window, entered his ancient, stone chamber, and were instantly defeated.

 

He turned Dagger to stone. Her blond hair, her black-and-purple costume, everything was now grey stone.  Her hair was flying when the spell struck her, and even the finest strand was caught in midair, solid and turned to cold, solid stone.

 

He levitated Cutlass high in midair. She was encased in some sort of energy shroud that paralyzed her, arching her body in a painful crescent. She rotated slowly like a chandelier, red hair splayed out in web, legs spread, arms outstretched. Her big breasts were thrust up with the dramatic arch of her body. Her eyes were wide with shock.

 

 Night Star was encased in a block of ice. For a moment, it looked to me as if she was a rare action figure in a display case. Her arms were locked to her sides, her strong, thick gymnastic thighs were locked together, and her red hair fell across her shoulders and veiled her big breasts. The room was warm, but the ice was as solid and firm as if it was encasing her in the arctic.

 

Sabre was suddenly across the room in a pile of rubble. Her body, in a nanosecond, had shot like a missile across the room, and now lay in the remains of a stone pillar that she struck. I would never know whether it was steam or smoke that rose from her crotch and her breasts, but I could hear her moans and shuddered rasping as I was defeated and placed in captivity.

 

Webs. I would have to call them webs of something akin to silk or nylon. One moment I was free, able to move, fight, and cast magic, and the next, my body was encased in what felt like stockings.  Layers of skin-sheer stockings encased every inch of me. They interlaced each other. They pulled as tight as a sheath of pantyhose, wrapping my body, my tits, my legs, everything in a shroud.

 

Like Night Star, I was locked in place, at a position of attention. If could have seen myself, I’m sure there would have been no sight of my costume, my bare skin, my hair. I was a mummy. I was helpless.

 

Rakshasa never looked up, even for a moment.

 

These people were more focused, and their magic was more focused … or, at least, Earth Mother’s was.

Now, Tina and Taylor were contorted into a new sculpture of submission and domination. My niece leaned forward, her hands on her hips, and thrust her ass out. She pressed her buttocks back and up, as my sister mashed her big tits against them. Again, they found a rhythm, grinding tits against ass.

 

My eyes fell on one of the captors, the one who seemed to be the leader.

 

“What is your point in all of this?”

 

His eyebrows perked up, and made eye contact with me. I had used my last remaining power, and lodged myself in his brain. It was more than mind reading; I could chat with him while I walked around in his head as though it were a library.

 

“You’re in my head, aren’t you?”

 

“I am.”

 

“You’re the sister called Foil. You have the power to enter my mind. Interesting.”

 

“So, what is the point of this? Why don’t you just kill ….? Oh, you want to use us as sex toys. You want to sell us.”

 

“I didn’t tell you that. How did you ….? You’re reading my mind. Picking around in there …”

 

“I am. Your devotion to Earth Mother goes beyond her control of your mind. She gave you talents. This is why you bring more people back to her to be controlled. More heroines.  Everybody wins. You call this show a matter of breaking them, breaking us, but you’re really just getting off on the show, aren’t you? I mean, right now….”

 

“Well, you’ve got me there. I like the way they’re tribbing. I like … all three of us enjoy it. It’s a lot like what you did when Rakshasa  had  … what you did with Night Star. Do you remember that?”

 

Up on my cross, my face could show no expression.  I was shocked to suddenly feel his presence. He was in my head now, reading my library.  Just like I pictured myself walking down an aisle that was filled with card catalogue and files, his memory, he was now browsing in my head.

 It wasn’t painful, just sudden. He was rooting around in my memory of captivity in the hands of Rakshasa.

 

“Hmmmm. So, when I read your mind file, I see that Rakshasa kept doing his magic on Gold while he gave you something to occupy yourselves.  Let’s see, he made your sisters sit up in those nice ornate chairs and play with their pussies. He made them masturbate. They did it through the material of their costumes. Very nice. Oh, I see! He made them almost manic to cum, but they could never actually reach it. Those pussies were soaked. God! Look at how they were pouring! Through the costumes, and they were hitting all of the right spots.  They couldn’t actually cum, and they couldn’t actually  stop. He made addicts out of them.”

 

Tina and Taylor, my sister and my niece, each had their own chair that day. Both had their legs spread, and both were frantically masturbating. Taylor used her fist. She must have decided long ago that a fist was her preferred tool for jilling off. Maybe, she used a knotted bed sheet at one point. Whatever it was, my captor jogged my memory of Taylor, Dagger, in her second-skin of purple and black, using both hands to ram her own pussy. Her right hand was a fist, her left cupped around it to guide and pull. She closed her eyes and let out a sharp huh, huh, huh ,huh as she pushed the knuckle at the rear of her thumb up against her clit.

 

Her legs shook, and her body rocked.

 

Tina had a different style of self-pleasure than her daughter.  Also working through her costume, she had her fingers working like a pianist against the thick folds of her vulva. Her left pulled the big lips up and apart, while the right ran this finger and that up against the sopping mound.

 

She stared at a far wall, biting her lower lip.

 

All of that time later, when I was on the cross and Tina and Taylor were putting on their show, I could see that Dagger remembered how to get her mother off. With Cutlass on her back, one knee propped up, Dagger knelt beside her.

 

The last time I saw them masturbate, they were still in their costumes and they manically did themselves. Now, they were in the fetish gear that these captors had used to play dress-up. Now, Taylor reached down with a firm, super-power left hand and clamped it firmly around her mother’s throat.  Her other hand worked like a frantic spider in the gushing folds of her mother’s cunt.

 

I hung on my cross at watched my niece, still strapped with a huge, dark dildo, choke my sister at the same time that she jacked off her pussy.

 

“I want you to cum while you can’t breathe, Mommy.”

 

I could see the muscles tense and work in her left arm. I could see her nipples harden. Tina’s legs twitched, and her face reddened, as her body struggled to climax and breathe at all at once.

 

Taylor choked Tina as she played with her cunt.

 

My captor was speaking in my head again.

 

“So, your little sister Sabre can separate her body from her mind. She can make her mind. While you can root around in someone else’s head, she can just … leave. Where is she now? What happens if her body is destroyed while she is gone.”

 

I knew the answers, but said nothing.

 

“I guess I will find out soon enough,” he laughed in my head. He was going through my files again, as I was going through his. He was fascinated by what Rakshasa did to us. He was fascinated by Sabre. “She was playing with herself to beat the band, I see. She’s dormant on that cross now, but she was fully engaged then.”

 

I remembered my blond sister, her curvy, muscular thighs spread and draped over the arms of the chair. Her body shook, and her face was pained, but I could see her slipping away from her orgasm each time she seemed about to crescendo.

 

Her juices poured like a waterfall.

 

 “She’s a juicy little thing. You are, also. Your pussy was so fucking wet when he made you get on the floor and rub your pussy against Night Star’s.  He had you tribbing for hours, also unable to cum. You can feel it again, can’t you?”

 

Hanging on the cross, I could feel the wet, slippery lips of Night Star’s pussy fitting itself against my own shaved pubes. I could feel my oyster going wet as I hung, suspended, on that cross.

 

I remembered that her lips were thick and big, and her crotch was veiled in a dense, red muff. I could feel us, again, fitting together like two Vs; our pussies kissing each other in a long, sopping embrace. She was on her back, and I rode her, bucking my hips and holding on to her stocking ankle.

 

“I like the way Night Star moaned when you rubbed your mound against her clit. Did you enjoy it?”

 

My body was awash in pleasure, but I said nothing. He pushed my memory again, and I recalled the feeling of her throat in my hand. The pulsing ignition of my pussy rushed through my hand, and I squeezed her wind pipe.

 

“You choked her just like your niece is choking her mother. There must be something in your hard wiring that loves breath play.”

 

I remembered closing my hand around the redhead’s tender neck, my fingers standing in contrast to the dark material that swathed the other heroine’s throat. My pussy gave a spasm as I remembered Night Star’s lips curling and her eyes fluttering as I drove my pussy against the pussy of the woman in black.

 

“He made you love it. Rakshasa forced the two of you, and it was good.”

 

I pulled myself together for a moment.  I was looking though his files. I found a picture of Night Star suspended like a puppet. She was still in her star-adorned costume, but white cords ran from her wrists, her thighs, her upper arms. They were attached to her feet and to the top of her head. Each one ran back to a puppeteer’s disembodied hand.

 

“You made a puppet out of her.”

 

“Just to play around a humiliate her.”

 

I could feel how much he enjoyed the herky jerky movements of her body as he moved her around. She was an expressionless play thing back when they had her.

 

“You have a special interest in Night Star,” I said to him. I felt a spark rise in him.

 

In another shot her wrists were tied to her ankles, her body forming a bow.  Her head was flung back, her long, red hair sweeping down in a thick wave. A thick chain with oversized links was wrapped around her waist and connected to a pulley system on the ceiling. They could have levitated her using their powers, but chose to use a simple machine. There was a certain joy in pulling her up, inch by inch, watching her breasts bounce and her arched body shake. There was a certain joy in watching her dangle and slowly turn like an ornament.

 

He could feel my excitement when he conjured up how rough I was with her. I drove my hips hard, and bit her thick calve. 

 

“You were such a tribbing whore with her.”

 

I could feel how excited he got when I found the image of her pussy. With that space cut in her costume, I could see the Night Star pussy that I remembered. Her cunt lips were thick and long. They were dewy, and they seemed to pout just a bit. As he attached metal clamps to one, and then the other, she sucked air through her teeth and moaned.

 

Two long, silver chains hung down.

 

“You hung weights from her labia. You tortured her.”

 

“Because we could, yes.”

 

In the weighted pussy shot, Night Star’s wide, high bust was thrust forward as she stood there with her hands behind her head. She was helpless to stop him, she had no desire to stop him, and he slowly tortured her cunt.

 

“I’d say that Rakshasa took a similar interest,” he said. Again, my body was overwhelmed with memory as I could feel the slippery texture of her thick, red cunt lips dancing with mine. I could feel the denseness of her leg’s muscles in my mouth again. Even the feeling of reaching down, ripping off her mask, and shoving into her mouth came back to me.

 

During all of this, during the time that he probed my mind, I looked down from my cross to see Tina on all fours again, her daughter crouching behind her. The young blonde’s mouth was cured in a cruel frown as she worked a new toy slowly into her ass. It was a long and thick, and Taylor was using both hands to spiral, slowly spiral, a massive tool into her mother’s ass. She seemed to snarl as her mother screamed and slapped the floor with an open palm.

 

“Take it all, Mommy! Fucking take it!”

 

As I fished around in his brain, he fished around in mine and gave me images of my captivity to Rakshasa. He fed the images back to me, making my body react. At the same time, I watched my sister and her daughter making rough love on the floor. I felt my mind going in three ways at once, all of which led to the torrent between my thighs.

 

In the midst of all of this, he gave me another image. I could see Tiff, my sister Saber. I looked as though she was floating in some sort of purple mist, her costumed body rigid and tense. Her face was placid. I knew that she was physically on the cross right beside me.

 

“See, what happens when you do that fancy mind-body separation thing with us? We capture you like a bug in amber.”

 

He sent me another powerful sex jolt. I could Rakshasa’s cock in my mouth again, huge and demanding against my tongue. I could feel how widely my lips were stretched, and how furiously Night Star licked my ass and pussy from behind. He had proven his point; by getting into his brain, I had created a conduit to mine. He used it, and now I was fully defeated.

 

“You do see how powerless you are, right?”

 

His voice was cool and huge in my brain. He was right. There was nothing I could do. His arousal, my arousal, it all just worked to weaken me. There was nothing any of us could do.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

Family Reunited

 

I snapped my fingers and they floated down from the crosses. Their bodies were still held tightly in their cruciform postures, but they were finally down from their mounts. I let their arms drop to their sides.  I released my grip on them.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

 

I snapped my fingers, and mother and daughter untangled themselves from one another. They had ended up simply wrapped in each other’s arms, mouths fixed to one another, grinding their crotches drowning in long, deep, slow kisses. They removed dildos and strap-ons. Still breathing hard they stood.

 

Newly freed, each woman looked at the others. I spoke to them.

 

“The first thing that I thought when I saw all of you was how great it would be to use you, and sell each of you.”

 

They looked at each other. Juice was running down Tina’s and Taylor’s thighs.

 

“I’m going to sell each of you, but first I’d like to see Whore and Sex Toy take out the other two. Show some love. Smother you sisters to the point to unconsciousness.”

 

There was that fleeting moment. The sisters looked at Cutlass, and Cutlass stood there to be seen, fully . She wore the black, fishnet, second skin that we gave her, and the tight, shiny, high-heeled boots that came up to her knees. Her hands were on her hips, her ample bust thrust forward, her athletic muscle standing out in her new costume. She seemed to hold her head with a new pride.

 

She smiled broadly. Her daughter was now prowling like a jungle cat, her stocking feet silent against the floor.

 

"She's under mind con..."

 

Sabre's explanation of her sister was cut short. Cutlass became a blur, a lashing of short, sharp kicks and punches that were only revealed when they landed on the bodies of her sisters.  I saw the blond in her thigh-high boots stagger backwards, her head flung back. I heard her gasp as two kicks went up into her tight midsection.

 

Tall, lean Foil was moving to her side, but ended up tumbling backwards, her hands clutched to her throat. Taylor, our Sex Toy, had chopped her across the wind pipe. Her eyes rolled up into her head as Cutlass drove a right cross into the jaw of Sabre. Sabre, Tiff, sprawled to the marble floor with Cutlass leaping on her like a jungle cat.

 

Taylor wrapped her arms around her tall, dark-haired aunt, and closed them like vise. Her super strength crushed in around the narrow woman’s torso, pinning Foil’s ribs, refusing to let them expand. She lifted Foil off the floor and grinned widely as she bear hugged her.

 

Tina sank her teeth into the soft, round pillow of Tiffany's right breast and she grabbed her sister's mound with a vicious claw-like hands. Her long elegant fingers curled like weapons, she wrapped her left hand around the outline of her sister’s cunt.

 

I felt the blonde's scream run through me.

 

Cutlass' fingers went to nerve centers on the woman's neck, and Tiff was paralyzed.

 

Slipping away into the blackness of suffocation, her long legs curling and working in midair, Foil heard her niece cheer “Mom! Kill this whore, also.”

 

Taylor tossed her aunt like a ragdoll. The slowly fading heroine was able to barely keep her balance, but she landed with both feet on the floor.

 

For a moment, Foil thought she could get back in the fight, her feet on stable ground. I could see how groggy she was, though. It was delightful and pathetic. Cutlass sensed her, springing up from one sister and leaping at the other. There was a moment; Brooke was standing upright, and Tina was springing through midair, her legs spread. She trapped Foil in her thighs.

 

Tina, our mind-controlled Whore, let her crotch crash into her sister's face. She let the momentum, high on her sister's tall lean body, carry Foil to the floor. There was a moment of shock registering in the brunette's body as Tina wrapped her legs around her head and squeezed. A childish grin of glee played across her face as she smothered her sister with her wet, enflamed pussy.

 

Taylor was on Tiff at the same time, her head flung back. She opened her thighs, and spread her pussy lips, hovering over her aunt’s face. There was a moment of dew dripping on to the prone, blonde heroine’s face. Then Taylor’s vagina seemed to devour Sabre’s nose and mouth.

 

I watched as they smothered.

 

Packaging

 

Each one was in her costume.  Each costume was put together properly, as we had first found them. Every hair was in place, and everyone had been freshened up properly. Sex Toy and Whore were back in their proper costumes. There was no need trying to market something that was less than perfect.

 

Each sister stood still and rigid as a statue. Sabre and Foil had been properly fed on the milk now, and their muscular, mesmerized bodies stood just like the other two; they were immovable chess pieces in the living room. Remy and I chatted about this and that as I twined thick, gauze around the women. It looked like regular bandages, but was made from the sap of Earth Mother’s plants.  It was soft, and harder to cut than steel. I was pulling a length across Cutlass’ pert, thick red lips when Karen came into the room. She was talking into thin air and touching the earpiece of her phone.

 

“Will do, thank you,” she said, smiling.

 

She looked at the Sword Sisters. We’d mummified each one, and now four curvy, female statues wrapped in white stood waiting to be placed into four coffins for shipment.

 

“It only took me an hour,” she grinned. “It only took me an hour to find four buyers. We have a buyer for each one of them. Four buyers. Four women.”

 

We all stepped back and fell in together. My mind was rolling through everything that we had done to them, and everything that we enjoyed over these hours. It had all come together so well.

 

“Lethario wants one.  Piston Thorn gets one. One goes to The Hunt Club, and one goes to an ‘anonymous buyer,’” Karen said.

 

“So, someone buys each of these women,” I said.   “And with that, the Sword Sisters are put to rest.”

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