Humiliatrix

She took me by the wrist, like a child, and dragged me down a hallway. I could hear the escaped villains exalting all over the space station. They were laughing here, celebrating there. These were the ones in charge. We were the prisoners.

My costume is a footed, body stocking cat suit. I move silently across surfaces like that metal satellite floor. Geisha wore traditional wooden sandals. The laugher of the now free villains was mixed with the loud clop clop clop of her footfalls. It was like the sound of a machine that dragged me to my doom and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

Geisha would normally have a burly henchman drag her prisoners around. Here, on the prison station, she had to do it herself. Somehow, she had the strength of ten henchmen in that sinewy body of hers. Because she mostly gave orders when I first encountered her, I had forgotten about her superpowers. I never really felt them. We only battled once, toward the end of things, as though she was good, she wasn’t overwhelming.

I continued to explain the whole scene to Humiliatrix.

“She took me into what was the hospital infirmary. The beds and everything had been pushed away, leaving this big open space. There was Cutlass in…still in just her fishnet stockings and boots. She was on her knees. There was Gold. She was on her knees. They…they were both there. Both on their knees. Both with their hands bound behind their backs.”

Humiliatrix dragged the dildo down to my left tit, rubbing the head in circles around the big, hard nipple. The quakes were going through me again, and I was lost in shuddering breath. She smiled ear-to-ear when she saw the impact she was having. She was winning.

“Tell me what you saw there. Tell me what they did to Gold and Cutlass.”

I gave her every detail. The Rooks were towering over the two kneeling women. The pumped-up steroid monster-men Rage and Thrust were there. All of the Skeleton Crew were there - six goofy guys in skeleton costumes who’d been given superpowers for the expressed purpose of defeating Gold. Fetish was there. Rakshasa was there. They were all there, their cocks out. All of the big men, with their big cocks, who we’d captured, were in that room. They stood, and took turns with the captives. One-by-one, they took their turns and stood over the two dazed heroines. I could see only half of Cutlass’ face because semen matted down the reddish brown hair. The pungent man sauce weighed her hair down, sculpting it to the heroine’s features. The other side of her face–the other sleepy eye, the corner of her mouth, the high cheek bone–were splattered with white and dripping sperm. Cum was running down her chin, and dripping from her black cherry lips.

A string of it clung like drool.

Cutlass was still in only part of her costume–purple fishnets and purple high-heeled boots. Her big breasts were bare, and glazed with a smeared layer of the villains’ cum. Her red nipples were still big and hard, but they were glowing below a film of that hot wetness. It ran down between them and formed a sticky trail down to her shaved pubes.

It clung to her fishnets.

She was getting special attention from Rage and Grendel. She and her sisters Foil and Saber had beaten them badly, each in turn. Now they had one of the Sword Sisters at their mercy. They would make the most of it.

They pumped, pumped, pumped until huge, thick streams gushed out of their big sausage cocks. Cutlass, dull-eyed and listless, knelt there as her face caught a salty spume from Rage’s big meat. It drew a line right down the middle of her face. Grendel’s fell across her shoulder and down her left arm.

Rakshasa was going between the two women, his massive cock–long as an arm–snaking and moving on its own. It was spraying his salty jism like a garden hose. He dumped it on Tina- Cutlass–and he dumped it on Gold.

Gold was still in her perfect, golden body sheath. It was still as if she was the tall, naked blond, painted gold and wearing golden high-heeled boots. It was as if she was still the heroine with huge breasts and powerful muscles. Thick lean, athletic muscles. Blond, thick waist-length hair that seemed to glow. It was still as if she was the Gold that I knew, but it was clear that the fight was gone from her, and she was semen sculpture. All of that power and beauty was doused in the hot, white cum. It covered her mask, and clung to her hair.

“Open.”

It was Fetish in his leather gear saying to Gold.

“Open your whore mouth.”

Gold did as told, her blue eyes bright and clear, her lips trailing a stream of cum as she parted them. She licked her lips, capturing the dangling jism stream, then held her mouth in a gape for him. The villain grunted, pumped his meaty tool, and a white stream leapt from the big mushroom head to her waiting mouth.

She caught it and swallowed as best she could.

Cum ran down her chin.

I’m not sure, but I think that the super-powered cum reacted with her magical body sheath. Steam rose from where ever it clung to her.

Steam rose from Gold.

The men were shooting hot streams of jism all over the faces of the two super women. The images hit me all at once, just like the smell of hot, saltiness that hung in the air. It hung in clots in their hair. It filled my nose.

“They were getting what they deserved,” laughed Humiliatrix.” So, tell me, how did it taste?”

Something churned in the pit of my stomach. I looked at her.

“How did it taste, Night Star?”

I knew what the next photo would be before she even flash edit. There was a clear shot, from above, of the two cum-bathed women, their faces like those of zombies. There were the men surrounding them and smiling after giving them gallons of cum. There I was on all fours.

“They made me…Geisha made me clean them. I mean…I licked…”

I couldn’t remember the order to do it, but I remembered how slick and smooth the golden skin of Gold’s costume felt against my tongue. I had been made to lick Gold years before. We were prisoners of Ms. V, and under clear orders–if we didn’t put on a decent show Arachnae would die. It was the same slick, costume and firm sinewy body that I remembered, only this time it was spiced with pungent, salty cum.

“I licked them. I ate the cum off of them.”

The gobs and streams clung to my tongue, and ended up running down the corners of my mouth. Soon my black second-skin costume was as semen-stained as theirs. I rose up on my knees to clean their faces with my mouth.

“This is a beautiful sight,” Humiliatrix said. “Look at this.”

In the next photo I was on my knees in front of Gold. Gold’s hands were bound behind her, but mine were lost in her hair and my big, round breasts were mashed against her big, round breasts. Cum clung to both of us - two women in skin-tight costumes and high heels - and coated us like frosting. Our mouths were joined like those of lovers.

“You made out like teen-agers. Did you wish she had a cock?” Humiliatrix laughed.

“They had control,” I whispered.

In the next scene I was doing the same to Cutlass. My hand was between her strong thighs, and I cupped her ass.

“There was cum in both your mouths, and your tongues traded it back and forth.”

I looked at the shot of us, and felt a lump in my throat.

She moved close again.

“Do you think that my breasts are as beautiful as Gold’s?”

I looked at the big, high breasts of my captor. She was truly beautiful.

“Tell me that they are.”

It would have been a perfect time to throw her whole humiliation thing back at her. I could easily say “no” to her and take the power back. Just as easily, I let the words slip out.

“They are.”

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