Humiliatrix

Written by Mr. K

5.

 

He spent the longest time wrapping my tits in ropes. My tortured muscles twitched and seemed to almost glow with pain as he configured me into a new bind. Soon, my big double-D tits were tied up into peaks and wrapped together. Soon, he had them both wrapped in lengths of rope. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, mouth open in a gape, as he did his best to make sure my big tits were squeezed and captured. He mumbled something about my skin-tight costume making it easy to put me in the right position.

 

He was meticulous as he tied my wrists to my ankles. He was less meticulous as he tossed the end of my tit rope over one of the pipes that ran along the ceiling. Thick, sinewy muscles rippled in his arms and chest as he yanked, pulled one hand after the other, as he pulled the rope. My breasts were pulled up, and together, and tight, and up, and tight as I screamed.

 

I tied a length of rope to my ankles and joined it to my hair. It was tight, and held my head back in a sharp angle.  With my neck arced back, my screams were now reduced to strangled gurgles

 

And I hung there.

 

My eyes were shut at the time, but in Humiliatrix’s photos I could see him covering his cock with the knock-out gel again. Suspended as I was, my body was swaying like a pendulum. He stood in front of me, and took hold of my thighs. He steadied me. There was a pause, and then he gave me all of his cock.

 

My gasping only continued as he fucked me into darkness.

 

When I awoke, he had changed my position again. I was in a hanging, mid-air, spread eagle, my legs flung wide, my arms flung wide, by body suspended in the middle of the room, in the middle of the air, by his network of ropes. I was still being fucked, only this time by a machine.

 

“Some sort of pumping pneumatic arm with a big…with a dick…”

 

“Classic!” Humiliatrix laughed. “He fucked you with a dick on a stick on a fucking machine. Classic!”

 

I remembered the hum and the churning electronic groan as my already punished pussy took in a pulsing, pumping electronic arm with a dildo attached. Humiliatrix showed me a picture of myself with my head flung back, and my mouth wide open.

 

“That’s how you were when the Wizard came in with his puppets, his robots.” Humiliatrix licked her lips and made some herky jerky movements. She was talking about Bora and Cold Front. The mother and daughter had been released from their nylon cocoons, and delivered to the hands of The Wizard.

 

“These are mine, Ropemaster. What do you think?”

 

The mother and daughter, still in their white-and-blue costumes walked into the room. Their gate wasn’t quite robotic. Not quite. They still had the long-legged, hip-swaying walk that they always did, but their faces were blank, and they seemed to vaguely struggle against whatever was compelling their bodies to move. They were the Wizard’s puppets.

 

“Spin had them for awhile. She had them in a sweet little nylon cocoon.  She gave them to the Bandit, and he gave them to me. We have a history,” the Wizard said. He had gotten rid of his prison fatigues and was now back in robes and his full glory. He was levitating, his hands glowing and his beard seeming to bristle with electricity.

 

“You know, they tried to pull that freezing spell shit on me. Raised they hands to throw the power at me, but it didn’t happen that way.”

 

The Ropemaster smiled at The Wizard. “You roped their brains, huh?”

 

“You know it, buddy. Mind control. These two bitches help put me in here. My turn.”

 

The mother-and-daughter heroines walked to the middle of the room and stopped.  Their bodies grew stiff and they stared straight ahead. Their jet-black hair, their blue-and-white costumes, everything was in place, but their brains were in his grip.

 

Statues.

 

“Yeah, they tried to freeze me when they got out of those cocoons.  Can you believe that? They raised their hands to freeze me, but I got their brains, and look at what I made them do. Bora, show Ropemaster your new trick.”

 

She turned to face Cold Front, her daughter, and raised her hands. I watched them glow ice-blue as my machine lover continued to fuck me hard. Icy wind swirled around her long, elegant hands, and she released a blast at Cold Front. The long, thick, black hair of the daughter blew in the wind, and her body was suddenly an ice-encrusted statue.

 

Still screaming and gasping as the machine did me, I watched through squinted eyes as a twister of ice crystals swirled around her, folded in on her, and covered the busty, Serbian, weather witch from boots to hair. The cone of wind died down, and there was a snow-white, gleaming, woman-shaped sculpture of ice in front of me. The frosted mounds of her big breasts and her tight, round buttocks gleamed in the UV light of the room.

 

“I took control and made her use her powers on Cold Front. Then…show her what I had you do next. Go on.”

 

Unfazed by having just captured her daughter for the Wizard, Bora turned her own hands towards her own breasts. She cupped them, squeezed them. Her hands glowed blue and swirled with ice again. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she used her powers on herself. A blue-and-white wave seemed to sweep over her. The same cone of front swallowed her, and now there were two statues. Two frozen, Serbian beauties.

 

“Very nice,” complemented Ropemaster. “Keep ‘em that way for long?”

 

Now my screams were clipped off in time with the pumping arm. My head was flung back, and I was absorbing the blows. Ropemaster was occupied with the frozen heroines, and has turned his back on me.

 

“Little while,” The Wizard said. The two victorious men folded their arms and looked at the frozen women. They commented on how utterly perfect the mother and daughter were. They pointed out the lovely, little shelf asses that they had, and the firm, high tits.

 

The Wizard grinned and snapped his fingers. Just like that, the women were unfrozen, but still under mind control. Bora’s hands came down to her waist, then back up as their captor gave her the next order.

 

“Show him how you took a drink, Bora.”

 

Bora’s fingers raked over her daughter’s snowy globes, coming down slowly, until she caught the top of Cold Front’s body suit. She yanked it down, exposing one, then another lush breast.

 

“Were her breasts beautiful to you?” Humiliatrix asked. Her voice was husky with lust again. She looked down and saw how much dew was welling up on my captive pussy.

 

“She was a prisoner,” I hissed.

 

“You loved her breasts.”

 

Cold Front had huge, red nipples that stood out dramatically against her pure, white skin. They were hard and jutted forward, having just been frozen. They were beautiful.

 

Bora licked her lips and leaned forward. She squeezed her daughter’s right tit up into a peak, and wrapped her lips around the big nipple. She closed her eyes.

 

“He must have used some sort of magic to make her milk rise, to fill her breasts. Bora started to suck, and suck and… She  was drinking. Both of her hands were…” I could picture it as I told Humiliatrix. “She used both hands to raise Cold Front’s tit, and she drank milk from her daughter.”

 

I remembered how hard she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow and filled out as she drew in mouthful after mouthful of her daughter’s milk. She stopped at one point to take a deep gulp, then returned to milk the other tit. Her eyes were closed, and a trickle ran down the corner of her mouth.

 

“You see,” Humiliatrix said. She seemed like a school marm trying to illustrate a point. “He already had control. He already had his victory. What he wanted was to humiliate them. They knew exactly what they were doing, they simply could not stop what was happening.”

 

As the mother drank from the woman who was her daughter, the Wizard produced a jeweled goblet and pulled his robe aside. He made a big production of producing his cock and brandishing it. I’m not sure if it was magic or genetics, but it was bigger than I remembered it. He was overjoyed.

 

“You watched him jack off in the goblet didn’t you, NightStar?” Humiliatrix asked me.

 

“I watched. He took a stroke or two, and he was pouring out cum into that cup, while Bora was drinking. Soon, I guess he figured he’d collected enough, he said ‘Lemme have some of that.’”

 

He strolled forward, a cup of cum in his hand, and stood beside Bora. The Slavic superheroine clutched her daughter’s tit tightly. She pulled her forward a bit, arching her daughter’s body, and aimed the big nipple at the rim on the goblet. Her hands began working her daughter’s breast like an utter.

 

“She was…milking her. She was milking her daughter into the cup. It was like she knew how to milk another woman, and just milked and squeezed and milked spurts of milk into that cup. At the same time, Gold and Cutlass were being walked in on leashes.

 

“Two tall, lean women on leashes. Were they under mind control?” Humiliatrix asked.

 

“Not at that point. They were just walking…as prisoners.”

 

Gold, still in her body gloss, and Cutlass, in her fishnets and boots, were made to stand side by side and did so. They weren’t bound, but they were weak and helpless. I swore I could taste, could feel, the cum that I cleaned off of both of them.

 

“Gold and Cutlass, you have to pay the piper now,” TheWizard said.

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