Cutlass
By Mr. K
2. A
Modest House up North
The woman crushed Cutlass.
The woman on the screen, who made sure to look at the camera from time to time, encircled Cutlass with two muscular tattooed arms, and she squeezed. Her triceps and biceps rose and bulged, tensing into cables that coiled and held fast around her captive. Shoulders heaved, and she tossed her head back as she gripped.
The woman crushed Cutlass
She squeezed the redheaded heroine – Cutlass in her purple-and-black wet-look second skin – up against her own body and she crushed her.
She was taller than Cutlass, as she lifted her to do it. The sole of the heroine’s liquid leather boots left the floor as her air was cut off and her body was locked in an embrace.
Cutlass’ legs kicked and trembled. Her arms were pinned, and try as she might, she could not fight them free. As the woman tightened her grip, Tina – the heroine called Cutlass – was suddenly aware, fully aware, of how her breasts were being mashed into a mass in front of her. They were jammed together and up against the big breasts of the woman who had captured her. They were being crushed.
With her arms pinned and her ribs closed up, her torso could not expand. She flung her head back and gasped for air, her eyes wide. Cutlass was suffocating.
Dagger watched helplessly.
“Look, curvy girl. Look at what our friend is doing to your stepmom,” said the grey-haired woman to Taylor, the superheroine called Dagger.
“She’s mashing the life out of her. See your stepmommy – the one who taught you magic? The one who share’s witch’s magic with her sisters? See how she’s dying in my friend’s arms?”
The grey-haired women munched a cookie as she spoked to the captive Dagger.
Dagger had no choice but to listen and to watch the computer monitor as it streamed live from a different part of the house. She had used her powers to materialize herself in the library of the old home. Her thinking was that the artifact – the magical letter – would be somewhere in that room. She would sense it, find it, and be off. Her stepmother, Cutlass, would alight on the roof and cover her.
It was an ambush. Just like in the abandoned library, it was an ambush. She materialized right in the middle of the stasis circle, the magic capture circle that neutralized her powers. It was series of runes and glyphs that the mother and daughter had taken their time to draw and chant and recite incantations until the last one was done. It was powerful “witch’s snare” that would detect a magic-user, draw itself to her, and then trap her as though she were statue. She took that final step, then felt a fiery rushing in her muscles. Her body locked as though a fist had gripped her.
Now, it was her turn to be stiff as a board. Once she was frozen, the mother and daughter entered the room, laughing and nudging each other. Into a room that was piled to the ceiling with books, they brought a laptop. Mom continued sipping tea as her daughter set up the screen. As Dagger, blue eyes wide behind her mask, struggled futilely to take hold of her body, they made themselves comfortable.
“Your stepmom is in our basement. We lured her down there with a trick to meet a friend of ours,” the daughter laughed. She wore spandex tights and an oversized sorority sweatshirt. She wore those thick, fur-lined boots that were so popular with young women. Mom wore her same mom-jeans and frumpish sweater. She dumped herself lazily in an arm chair and continued to sip tea while her daughter set up the video screen.
“This friend of ours, we conjured her from another dimension just to meet your mom. That’s Nikko. Super-magical, bitch. She’s not from here. She’s from another dimension.”
“Mom. You’re repeating yourself again. You’re doing that thing again.”
Now, the mother sat and taunted their captive. The daughter sat in a canvas director’s chair and watched the screen, her knees tucked up against her chest. Cutlass was wrapped in the arms of their conjured guest as the screen streamed it all. Dagger could only watch.
“Watch your mom, curvy girl,” the magical mother laughed.
Dagger had to stand and watch as the woman on the screen scooped up her step-mother, Cutlass, in a bearhug and crush her. Dagger stood in a circle of symbols. She stood in her purple-and-black costume with her legs locked tightly together and her arms pinned to her sides. Dagger watched.
“Hey, curvy girl, you ready to watch evil step-mother get beaten to death?”
This had worked out exactly as the witch mother had planned.
“I seem to be good at luring you two in. I’m also good at getting you separated. You really came all the way up to our little New England town to hunt us down and get that artifact back? You silly costumed women are just … silly.”
Dagger – Taylor - had seen mystical circles like this in her studies and her stepmother, Cutlass, had warned her about them. “They’re called ‘witch snares’ or ‘spirit snares,’” she told her during one study session. “They can focus whatever magic the user wants to that place. They can nullify the magic and even the will of the user trapped inside.”
That was exactly what the captor done to Dagger. Now, the lush-bodied blond could see, hear, and speak, she just could not move.
Now, she watched the screen. She watched her stepmother, Cutlass -Tina – being beaten in the basement. She watched as the bearhug tightened and crushed, thrusting her stepmother’s bust up, crushing her torso, lifting her up. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth ground against each other in a grimace.
The bearhug morphed into Cutlass being held up above the other woman’s head. The arms broke loose, but did not release the buxom stepmother. Now, one powerful hand held her at the throat, and one between her thighs, in her mound. Tina’s long limbs struggled in midair for a moment, then tensed as she was slammed down a wooden work bench. The table splintered below her body, and she cried out as her back met the floor. Her scream was throaty and resonated through the house.
“My friend Nikko is really having fun with her,” the grey-haired women laughed.
Nikko raised one fist while the other stayed gripped around Cutlass’ throat. Cutlass’ red pouty lips were twisted in a painful curve as the fist crashed down on her face once, twice, a third time. It hauled back and delivered blow after blow to Tina’s ribs, her breasts, her tortured mound. All the while, she crushed the heroine’s windpipe.
“Watch her suffer, curvy girl.”
The woman who was doing it was tall and muscular-sleek. You could see power woven into her body. There was that thick, natural muscularity that the physically powerful often have stored away in them. Her arms were thick and her shoulders were broad with feminine muscle. She had the densely- defined quads of a powerlifter – not boxy, by toned and strong. She was naked except for tight, leather boots that came up to her knees. Her tanned skin was covered in magical rune tattoos and tribal swirls. Some were Nordic, some African, some Native American. Jet-black to her waist in a shiny wave.
She had a cock.
There were clearly the long, swollen lips of pussy dangling between her legs. That was obvious. Her vulva was dark and glistening wet. Dagger could see the cunt as the woman moved on the screen – as she fought with Cutlass. There was a thick, big pussy between those thighs. No doubt. The woman also had a cock. All of the muscular lines of her body – the tight abs and the sculpted thighs – seemed to come together in a long, thick cock. It was veiny, and the head was a classic mushroom tip. It swung as she pulled the superheroine up into another embrace. She crushed Cutlass against her body and waltzed them both around the room.
“Wanna’ dance, bitch?”
Her muscles flexed as she closed the circle deeper and harder around the heroine in the black boots, the purple tights. Soon, Cutlass’ head sagged back, her eyes partially shuttered.
“Don’t pass out yet, bitch!”
She dropped Tina – Cutlass – to the floor. The redhead crumped in fetal position, but only for a moment. The cock swung as the taller woman, the tattooed woman, grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled her up to her knees. The cock swung and slapped her in the face. Taylor could hear the wet slapping noise. She could see her mom wince.
“I love this!” exclaimed the grey-haired woman. “She’s cock-slapping you mom, curvy girl.”
Again, there was the wet, smacking noise. It was crisp and it was loud. She watched as the cock slapped hard against the redhead’s cheek, mashing the captive woman’s face to one side. The victor then took the time to drag it across her eyes. Cutlass trembled a bit, biting down on her lower lips and groaning.
“Nikko is a real artist with that cock of hers.”
Nikko went back to slapping. She would laugh, twist her hips and grip the massive tool. It almost had the length of a man’s forearm and it looked as though Nikko were trying grip a baseball bat or a beer bottle – something so thick that her fingers wouldn’t meet. The veins were what Dagger noticed most. It was covered in a road map of thick, intertwining veins. Tina gave a shuddering gasp as the meat club crashed into her throat, then slapped down across her face again. The woman did it with a vigor and joy, cocking back her hip and letting her long, stiff penis swing. Each time, Cutlass would gasp or groan.
“You watching, curvy slut?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What’s she doing?”
“She’s cock-slapping my step-mom, ma’am.”
Just as she said that, the cock stopped at Cutlass’ red lips. It lingered for a moment, as if staring at the strawberry gateway of her mouth. It traced the contours of her lips, slowly drawing the tip across the pert, red kiss of her pout. It lingered, and then it plunged into her mouth. With a massive thrust of her hips, the cock jammed its way past the heroine’s lips. Her mouth grew wide and her eyes grew wide as the massive prick jutted in to touch the back of her throat. Her body shook as she choked.
“Now, she’s fucking her mouth, ma’am.”
Cutlass released that sharp choking, gagging sound that a comes up from a woman who is gagging on a cock. Her whole body struggled to reject it, shaking, jerking. Her big breasts shook and her thighs flexed.
“Beautiful,” said the captor mother. She looked to her daughter, who was smiling ear-to-ear. “You know, hon, this mom and daughter look so good in their costumes. We ought to have costumes.”
They laughed, together, exchanging a brief high-five. They then looked back to Taylor.
“She does look good with that costume being sooooo skintight and her body so curvy. Mmmm … Purple and black.”
Taylor contemplated struggle again, for a moment, but resigned herself to the magical trap and to the porno that was her step-mother. She watched the hard tool forcing its way into her step-mother’s mouth.
“She’s choking, huh, curvy bitch?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She saw her step-mother, Cutlass, lurching with the rhythm of a captive woman who was gagging, who was struggling for air. She saw her step-mother’s eye widen, then start to slowly slide closed as the cock dug deep into her windpipe.
“We are making art out of her and out of you. You see, we are part of very special coven. We are part of RYONA. Do you know it? Do you know our leader Lethario? Nikko here, Lethario, my daughter and I are just a few members. You see this?”
She indicated the spectacle of her step-mother’s defeat.
“We draw a special energy from this.”
Nikko, the woman who was beating Cutlass, gripped the kneeling woman’s face as though she were a disobedient child.
“Don’t. Pass. Out. Yet. Bitch!”
She watched as the woman pulled out of her step-mother’s mouth. Cutlass gasped loudly, her mouth gaping open, her shoulders heaving, her breasts rising and falling dramatically. She was still gasping as Nikko pulled her up by two handfuls of her hair. She smiled as she lifted, then looked back as the camera.
“Look at this curvy mama! Look what I fished up!”
She let Cutlass drop and struck her at the same time. It was a sharp, loud backhand that snapped her head to one side and send her twirling into wall. Wild red hair fell like a curtain across her face as she struck the exposed, red brick. She released a pained gasp, loudly hitting the stone, then toppled again as the tall woman snapped out a crescent kick. One of those long, booted legs raised up high, bent, swung and snapped across her face. Red hair swung in a wide web and Cutlass let out a deep guttural groan. She fell to her knees, her thighs flexing in her purple tights, and her head sagged forward.
Another kick caught her in the face, snapping her head back, driving her body backwards.
“Uhhhhh!”
“I could watch this all day,” the mother whispered in Taylor’s ear.
“In fact, I think we need snacks. You saw the cauldron that’s over the fire in the fireplace, right?”
“Yes … ma’am.”
“I’m warming up a special concoction in there.”
Her daughter chimed in gleefully.
“Tell it what is it, mom!”
“I’ve mixed my breast milk with Lethario’s cum and warmed it up for you. You’ll have some, and my control over you will be complete. Don’t worry. You’ll love it. It’s nice and warm.”
Taylor- Dagger, watched as the woman with the cock lifted her stepmother to her knees, spun her around and slapped her. And slapped her. And slapped her. The blows were loud and crisp, snapping Cutlass’s face to the left over and over again. After the last blow, the domme took hold of her cock and aimed it at Cutlass’ face.
“I need your mouth again.” Her voice was husky as she spoke to Cutlass. She clutched the heroine’s face with both hands, squeezing her jaw, jacking her mouth open.
“Oh, she’s going to fuck her mouth again!” Now, it was the daughter laughing in Taylor’s ear as the image of swollen cock and her stepmother’s mouth filled the screen. She could she the pinkness of her tongue.
“Hey! Mom! She’s really gonna’ choke Ms. Tina this time.”
“I want to see! I’m coming with the milk. Hang on.”
Taylor watched, rooted to the spot as the glow of the tv played across her face. Taylor watched. The length of the veiny organ pushed past her step-mother’s red lips. Cutlass’ mouth was simply a passage for the true destination. Taylor watched. The erect cock was massive, thick, and it filled Tina’s windpipe with ease. The heroine’s eyes grew wide and she emitted the deep, back-of-the-throat gagging coughs of a choking woman. Her hands rose. Her big breasts shook as her body rebelled. Still, the woman pressed her cock to the back of Cutlass’ throat.
As she watched, the mother spoke into her ear.
“Here you go, curvy girl.”
Taylor felt her muscles relax as a slow cascade of liquid heat poured over her head. It was just warm enough – like a shampoo in a beauty parlor. The thick liquid, a milky sauce, wove its way into her hair. It settled into her blond waves and crept down her forehead. Fingers of warm milk oozed down her face. It rode down the curve of her nose, only to drip off with the same slow tempo. It crept into her thin eyebrows and fell in drops and over her eyes. Soon, it was on her lips. It ran from her chin.
She couldn’t look down, but she could feel its liquid heat running between her breasts. It rode the contours of her tight abdomen and did its best to creep between her thighs, seeking her mound. On the screen, Tina – Cutlass – was fading. Her arms fell limp and her purple-shaded eyelids were shuddering closed.
“She’s out!” laughed the mother as she took hold of Dagger’s chin. She tilted the young woman’s head back and used two fingers to pry her mouth open.
“Your mommy is choked out. She suffocated on my friend’s big dick. Open, honey. Tilt back and open.”
She spoke smoothly and gently as she tilted the ladle poured the warm milk-and-semen into Dagger’s mouth.
“You need to just swallow this. You can’t see right now, but mom is crumbled in a heap on the floor.”
Blond hair swayed as Dagger swallowed and swallowed – loudly in big gulps. She felt the warm oozing glow of hot milk filling her belly. She felt the last of her willpower ebbing away.
“Theeeere we go,” smiled the mother as the last of the milk overflowed Taylor’s mouth and poured down her chin. She righted her face to see the image on the TV.
“See how easily my girl picks her up? It’s like she’s a toy.”
It was true. On the screen, she picked up Cutlass, her arms wrapped under the beaten heroine’s arms, and lifted her like a child. Cutlass’ head sagged forward, her arms limp, her muscular legs curled and defeated. She had no resistance to give as the taller woman slung her from side to side. She was playful about it, giggling as she watched the way Cutlass’ hair swung, how her head bobbed. She seemed to like how those long, muscular legs moved from side to side.
“She really has her,” said the mother. She still held the milk ladle.
Nikko tossed Cutlass, face-down, on the sofa. Again, it was clear what an object she was, as her body simply bounded and bounced on the cushions. Red hair flipped and fell, her left arm came to drape itself off the side of the sofa, as did her left leg. She lay there motionless. Nikko took hold of her hips and pulled, making at arch out of the broken woman. She brought the curve of Cutlass’ ass up in the air, making sure to nudge her thighs apart. A smile spread across the villain’s face.
Cutlass moaned. The strength in her tormentor’s fingers now made itself known, as she reached down, pinched the black-and-purple material, and simply tore out the crotch of the body suit and stockings. It was one grab, one pull, and the material came away in a ragged swath. The thick, pink lips of her labia seemed to blossom. They pushed themselves forward, pouting their way through the new opening. They glistened.
“She has such a nice, big pussy,” grinned the woman with the milk ladle. “Your mommy is very sexy.”
Cutlass moaned, her face down, one arm flung over the side, the other curled under her. The victorious woman spat on her massive, hard cock, then worked up another gob of spit and shot it on to the ass of the woman in black and purple. It oozed and dribbled down on the thick lips of the beaten heroine’s sex. Quick and brutal, Nikko’s fingers found the spit and rubbed it over the tight anus, the thick lips. She massaged the dampness around in hard circles. Cutlass stayed that way, her ass in the air, her asshole and pussy slathered and glistening with saliva.
She looked directly into the camera.
A smile spread across Nikko’s face as she took hold of her cock, rocked her hips back, then slowly slipped herself into Cutlass. She could have slammed into her, torn her, but she chose to simply put her thick organ into the other woman, fill her up, and fuck her as deliberately as she could. There was the loud slap of her hips against the ass. Cutlass’ eyes grew wide, then squeezed closed as the cock stretched her asshole. Nikko laughed as she drew her hips back and drove home the huge cock. It was harder now – thicker and bigger.
“She’s hurting your mom’s asshole.”
Cutlass’ teeth released their grip on her lower lip, and she screamed as the hermaphrodite pulled back and delivered another thrust. Then another. Then another. Cutlass screamed into the cushions of the coach. She gripped them with her long fingers. When Nikko grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled her head up, the screams echoed through the house.
“Hey, curvy girl. Do you like watching mommy get fucked? Do you like seeing her fucked in her torn-up costume? .”
“Yes, ma’am.” Taylor’s words were soft and robotic. They were strained and had nothing to do with her own free will.
The warm milk and semen still churned in her stomach and flowed through her blood stream. She was enslaved to this grey-haired witch.
They both watched as Nikko slowly pulled her way out of Tina’s – Cutlass’ – ass. The screams of the heroine reverberated even louder now. There was a moment of relishing Cutlass’ pain, then the cock found the thick, glistening lips of her pussy. The wide head disappeared into Cutlass, there was a pause, then one thrust of the hips drove the length of the victorious woman’s into Tina’s pussy. It was as though electricity shot through her; her whole body trembled.
She was still screaming as the cock pulled out, completely free, and returned to the gaping anus. Pulling back hard on her hair, Nikko gave the captive asshole the hard length, then pulled free. This time, there was no pause. She shoved her thickness back into the woman’s pussy. Muscles flexed. Her eyes clenched shut. Juice leapt out of Cutlass.
“You and your step mom got into the magic world to become heroes. You, your mom, and her sisters. My daughter and I are heirs to an ancient coven.”
The mother-witch planted a gentle kiss on Taylor’s lips.
“You know that you are out of your league, sweet pea?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The daughter had risen from where she sat, and now stood on the other side of Dagger. She kissed lips her also.
“So, are we taking the little bitch with us?”
Now, all three of them looked at Nikko’s rhythm. She worked like a piston. In the ass, in the pussy, in the ass, in the pussy. When, finally, she slowed, it was only to use both hands to grip the thick, red hair and pull Tina up to kneeling. The helpless woman gasped and panted, juice pouring out of her, as Nikko spun her around and, again, presented her cock to the redhead’s face.
A long, thick geyser of white shot into Tina’s eyes. She cringed as the unstaunched stream blinded her, the went up and down the length of her face. It stopped to coat her red lips, then raised again to draw a line across her forehead and back down. She went all the way to the captive’s wide bust, leaving a final line of white. The beaten heroine cringed as her eyes burned under a veil of cum.
“Yes,” said the mother to her daughter. Her eyes never left the screen. “We take the daughter. She belongs to us. Cutlass belongs to the coven.”
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