Humiliatrix

Written by Mr. K

4.

 

Humiliatrix was touching me with the dildo again. She was tracing it up my thigh, and she was starting to pant.

 

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want us to take turns?”

 

As she said that, four of the women of the League of the Black Cat loomed over me.  I was suddenly aware of how tall and statuesque they were. I could see lean, sexy muscle outlined by the black stockings, and big, hard nipples jutting forward in the tight material. Each one wore a dildo, each a different color, and they feasted on me with their eyes.

 

“Do you want each one? One by one?”

 

I felt the answer coming up from the pit of my stomach, but I sucked air through my teeth and swallowed hard. Still, my captors got a reward as I released a weak, girlish whimper. “See?” Humiliatrix smiled to her henchwomen. “She knows what she wants.”

 

She looked back to me.

 

“So, Geisha gave you to…? Tell me.”

 

“Ropemaster.”

 

A trace of pain and embarrassment rippled down my spine. I hadn’t expected Ropemaster. For some reason, I didn’t expect his wrath would be waiting for me on that space station. Geisha gave me a shove and sent me sprawling on the steel floor, face-down.

 

“That move have looked great, you with your thick thighs and big tits and narrow waist…long legs…all stretched out on the floor. Mmmmm. So what did you see when you looked up?”

 

I tried to keep my eyes and my mind off of the hovering cocks and the firm athletic bodies of the women.

 

“I saw what he had done to Graviton. There was a rope pulled up tight into her crotch.”

 

“Her pussy’s like yours, isn’t it? Those big lips must’ve been hanging around the rope.”

 

“Through her costume, yes. It was pulled up tight, it was….  It was coiled around her waist, ran up between her breasts and over her shoulders. He hands were bound behind her back, and…she was…he had her upside down. Her legs were spread and he had her upside down from the beams on the ceiling. There were ropes around her ankles, her boots, holding her to the beam.”

 

“All of that long, blond hair was hanging down, right?”

 

I looked up at her, and we both knew how she was leading this whole thing along. “You were there. You must have been. You have the photos, and films. You have recordings of me cumming.”

 

“ I want to hear you say it. The details were delicious.”

 

He had pulled her hair into a tight, coiled blond rope and spliced it with some of his signature coarse rope. He’d pulled the rope tightly and anchored it to a metal loop on the floor. He had ball-gagged her. There was a dull humming, and I would find out later that an ultra-powerful vibrator was deep in her. On the floor where Geisha had tossed me, I lifted my head and took what he had done with Graviton.

 

Geisha called to the big blond man. “Your turn with NightStar. Don’t break her up too badly.”

 

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t do a thing to harm this one,” he said, looking down at me. I could see the embers of revenge smoldering in his blue eyes.

 

It had been years since I’d last seen the Ropemaster. Like Geisha and Shibari, he was all about binding and tying. He was excellent at using a rope as weapon, and gave me a run for my money when he battled. I found everything I threw at him countered with a trap, coil, or binding. I ended up with my wrists lashed together and my right ankle tied to a steel pillar in a stairwell.

 

That was when I felt his hand sink in between my thighs.

 

“He had bound you once before,” Humiliatrix said.

 

“Yes.”

 

“You, Dark Moon, and Lone Star ended up hanging upside down like sides of meat while he fucked Graviton on the floor. Yes?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I remembered Graviton spread-eagle and staked out, Ropemaster squirming on top of her as the blood pounded in my head.

 

“You all survived, and captured him. On that space station, he had you again?”

 

“Yes.”

 

On the space station he was looking at my body again, only now there was anger mixed with the lust. Without a word, he left the inverted and bound Graviton and stomped towards me. His big hand grabbed the hair on the top of my head and began dragging me like luggage. I scrambled to keep up with him, but ended up letting him slide me across the floor. He paused, tensed his arm, and, with a powerful jerk of his powerful arm, flung me up on the metal table.

 

I moaned.

 

He rolled me on to my side and yanked and twisted my hair, pulling it into one long, red rope. He pulled it the way he had Graviton’s, joining the end to a long strand of blue cord. He made it a point to show me who was in charge. He yanked my head back hard, using my captured hair like a handle. He twisted and turned my head as he tied the rope to my redness and pulled it back tightly.

 

He rolled me back on my belly, taking a moment to look at how my big tits spread out to the sides when I pressed against the tabletop. Again, I moaned. My body was giving in to the reality of how very weakened and beaten I was. The big muscles in my legs rode a tremor, but did not resist as he dropped the rope, grabbed this ankle, then that ankle, and pulled both together. He jammed them tightly together and pulled them in until they practically touched my buttocks. He then yanked them a little bit more.

 

I could feel the muscles straining, screaming in my legs, waist, and back as he held my ankles with one hand and the other took hold of the rope. He worked fast, and soon there is as storm of pain that reaches from my scalp through to my ankles as he joins my hair to my ankles with the rope.

 

He made a bow out of my body.

 

“You look like the maidenhead on a ship, you stupid redheaded cunt. This…this is what you get!”

 

This was the payback for not just defeated him and capturing him, but humiliating him when we first battled.

 

He bound my wrists together at the small of my back, then augmented it by lashing my elbows together. I couldn’t help but give a painful report as I felt my shoulders strain. “Uuugghhhhh.” My big breasts were thrust forward.

 

“That right,” he hissed. “Open your mouth.”

 

“Moved in front of me,” I told Humiliatrix. “He moved in front of me.”

 

“And then.”

 

There was a click, and there I was on the wall. Again. There was a huge, color photo of me tied in that tight, painful bow. The man called Ropemaster was in front of me, and Graviton was watching from her suspension as he shoved his huge organ in my mouth. It was a massive piece of meat. In that skin-tight costume that he wore you could see the big, thick outline clearly. At that moment, that moment that she captured on film and posted on the wall in front of me, he just stuffed that big hammer into my mouth. Back to the back of my throat. It was musky and salty.

 

“He just forced my mouth open, and I could taste this big, salty meat all the way to the back of my throat. He pinched my nose closed, and he moved his hip around. He wanted to make sure his cock was blocking my airway.”

 

“You were suffocating.”

 

“Yes.”

 

I remembered blood pounding in my ears, and trapped air burning in my lungs.  I made those gutteral, pathetic gagging sounds of a suffocating woman. Just as my eyes were growing sleepy and my head growing light, he released my nose and slid his cock out of my mouth. My head sank to the table and I desperately gulped air.

 

“Night Star, you’ll suck my cock now. No hands to help, just a bound blow job.”

 

Just like that, his penis was in my mouth again, and I was complying as best I could. With my hair bound, the best I could was move my tongue and move my jaw and squeeze his bigness. Soon his hips were moving, and he was fucking my mouth.

 

That was the next photo that Humiliatrix put up on the wall. I could feel, hear, him beginning to quicken, when he pulled out again. With his cock still jutting straight out and my lips glossed with my own spit, he walked around and stood behind me. Soon, I felt fingers working there way between my ass cheeks and down into the crease between my thighs. With my legs pulled up the way they were he was still able to attack my clit with a slow, hard rhythm.

 

“The last time I ran into you and Graviton I ended up here in this space station prison. Table’s turned, huh?”

 

I groaned and shuddered as he played with my pussy.  I squirmed on the table, and I felt my body start to strain against the ropes. It was like my tortured pussy was overloading, but trying to rise to the occasion, still getting juicy and swelling. Soon, he took hold of my legs, spun me around, and gave my mouth his cock again. There was another picture from the Humiliatrix collection. My mouth was, again, stretched wide and wrapped around his piece.

 

The next shot was the next phase of my visit with the Ropemaster. He’d untied me, and retied me. This was when I was bound to a pillar, by arms tied behind the post, my legs spread wide and bound at the ankles to posts that were off to my side. That was when he spent what seemed like hours running a vibrator over my cunt. Spread wide. Bound tightly.

 

“And then?” she asked.

 

“He fucked me. My costume was slit open. He covered his cock with something, some sort of lube, and then he fucked me…so hard.”

 

Next was a film of that big cock slowly disappearing into the pink slash of my exposed cunt. Ropemaster took hold of my hips and drove me with a raw anger. He hauled his hips back and drove into me. Up into me. He seemed to lose control, biting my neck and breasts through my costume, pulling my hair and gripping me with a wild zeal.

 

“He fucked me so hard. I was fucked so many times up there.”

 

“And that lube. It was something especially designed to act on a woman’s physiology, yes?” asked Humiliatrix. There was a still shot of him stroking his cock, smearing something over its length.

 

“Some sort of poison that…”

 

“You were paralyzed. You passed out.”

 

“He already had me, but he still wanted to see me go out like that. And that stuff…”

 

“It’s something that I dreamt up along with Vixen. It’s away to trap superheroines when they are out of costume and living their secret lives. It’s a way to trap them when they think they’re just having a lay. Why did he use it, you ask? He wanted to humiliate you.”

 

I looked at the photos that she flashed up. He untied me again, letting my limp body crumble to the floor. Graviton still hung there as Ropemaster stood over me, towered over me. I was on my back, arms flung open wide, knees bent to the right, red hair forming a wild, nest below my head. Strapped down and helpless in front of Humiliatrix, I looked at myself beaten, drugged and helpless in front of Ropemaster.

 

She showed me a motion picture of how he took hold of my hair and dragged me, again, like luggage across the room. She showed me how he pinned my legs together, and pinned my arms to my side. Taking delight in gripping the firm muscles of my limbs, he maneuvered me so that my ass was up in the air. I was still untied, but his hands moved quickly but with deft skill to correct that. He pulled my knees together below me, and lashed them together with his signature rope. He tied me at the knees and he tied me at the ankles.  My arms ended up tied to my sides, thick ropes crisscrossing my body. Finally, he pushed my head down and adjusted me so that my ass was even higher in the air.

 

“It was humiliating, wasn’t it?” Humiliatrix asked me.  I said nothing, but she giggled girlishly and flashed a photo up. There were the round curves of my ass, in my shimmery, black body stocking, high in the air. From the vantage point of the camera that took the picture, you could see the sliver if red peeking through the tear in my costume, and the muscle of my big thighs starting to quiver in the painful tie. You could see the mess of red hair where my face had been pushed down against the floor.

 

“Look at that. Look at how humiliating. Can you still feel the humiliation?”

 

Watching her film, I understood what he did next. I could only hear and feel what was happening back on the space station. Now, I could see what he was up to. As I stayed there on the floor, tucked up into my submissive ball, he maneuvered Graviton. He slid the beam from which she hung along on a track, getting her just above me. He lowered her, adjusted her, turned her this way and that. He lowered her just low enough that her face lingered at my up-turned ass.

 

He took a moment to take in the sight, then went to get his dildo gag. Now I could see what he did.

 

“Hmmm, he put her just there…uh huh…and he got that gag in her mouth…. There we go…and then…”

 

She shook her head in admiration as he grabbed the inverted blond’s head, thrusting it down, and impaling my ass with the dildo. Graviton, upside down and bound, was joined to my ass with a dildo gag. Her face, my ass.

 

“Humiliating.”

 

I remembered the thick, dull probe that pressed at my asshole, and how I cringed as I opened up back there, admitting the length and girth of a big, big dildo. Now I could see how the long, lean inverted body of Graviton joined with mine.

 

We stayed that way for about an hour.

 

Next, once was done with admiring his work, he untied me. I was a slow process, just as mindful as the process of tying me up. He kept us joined, face to penetrated ass, until he was happy. He used her hair like a handle, pulling back hard and yanking the toy out of my ass. My groan was throaty and deep.

 

He moved her back into place, and then turned his attention back to me. He rolled me on to my side, then kicked me over on to my back. I could see in Humiliatrix’s film how my big tits swayed and my head rocked from side to side. My arms were flung wide, and I looked up at him with sleepy, defeated eyes.

 

Ropemaster stood over me, one foot on either side of my body and knelt down. His hands cupped my breasts.

 

“How does it feel to pay for what you and those other whores did to me?”

 

Humiliatrix moved closer to my face as we watched. She touched my hair like a lover would.

 

“How did it feel, love? Humiliating?”

 

Again word mastered me and came out on its own.

 

“Yes.”

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