Humiliatrix

Written by Mr. K

6.

 

He took a moment to look them up and down, smiling as he cruised over their bodies with his eyes.

 

“They are tall, lean women, aren’t they?” Humiliatrix said. “They are beauties, aren’t they?”

 

There was that mocking smile. Her eyes were boring into me, again.

 

“Do you like Gold’s big breasts? Do you like Cutlass’ legs? Hmmmmm?”

 

I pictured them again, captive women, side-by-side, and my mind’s eye fell on the shape of the big melon tits of Gold and the strong athletic legs of Cutlass. I said nothing to Humiliatrix.

 

“You want those women, don’t you?”

 

Smile. Again, she had her answer in my silence.

 

“So, tell me, what did they do?”

 

I explained about how The Wizard took hold of Gold’s face and glared into her eyes. He cocked her head back, but kept his eyes fixed on hers, narrowed, burning with a history that they shared. His face split in a grin that oozed bile, and he squeezed. He squeezed her face. He squeezed for each plan of his that she foiled, and each time that she brought him to justice. He squeezed for each time that she showed that her magic was something more than his.

 

“Open,” he hissed. She hesitated, and then pursed her lush, lip-sticked mouth. She let him tilt her head back even more. His eyes passed over the wide hips, flat, defined stomach, and large globe breasts. Finally, he came back to her face.

 

“Drink, bitch.”

 

He raised the goblet of his semen and Cold Front’s breast milk up to the captive mouth of Gold. She pursed her lips, curled her lips, and finally opened her mouth.

 

“She drank,” I said. “She chugged it. It ran from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. It must have been his magic, but there was more of that milk/sperm mixture in the cup than could…”

 

“There was more than could have been in that cup. There was more than could have been in the cup. It’s magic, love.”

 

I remembered how ran over her chin and down the corners of her mouth. I remembered how, when he took the cup away, she continued swallowing what was in her mouth and throat. At that moment, even with them smeared with cum and milk, I saw how lush and full her lips were, and how the corners curled up a bit. Sensuous mouth.

 

“He touched two fingers to her forehead,” I said.

 

“And she turned to stone,” laughed Humiliatrix.

 

I remembered the crackling and hissing sound. I remembered the blue glow that pulsed around her. Gold closed those huge, blue eyes, and she stiffened, as the blue glow enveloped her. When it died away there was a grey stone statue of a voluptuous, big-breasted woman where the flesh-and-blood heroine had stood.

 

A cheer went up.

 

Gold, mistress of Nordic magic, six-foot, curved and defined, was a helpless stone statue.

 

Defiance glowed in Cutlass’ face as the Wizard approached her. She set her jaw, and looked him in the eye. There were so many years of anger and frustration flowing from him that he seemed almost weak. Somehow, this captive costumed woman, just by her very presence, seemed to be in charge.

 

“He hates her, doesn’t he?” The words came out like bubbling, girlish laughter. “He’s punished her over and over, but she’s always beaten him.” Again, Humiliatrix knew exactly what she was talking about; she just wanted to hear me say it.

 

“He does. She’s one of the heroines that he desperately wants to defeat.”

 

The villain’s right hand shot forward and grabbed hold of her right tit. He squeezed and twisted, pulling it up to a peak. His anger narrowed his eyes and turned his mouth it a sharp frown. I kept waiting for him to command her to drink, but he didn’t speak a word.

 

Cutlass breathed hard through her teeth, heaving as she absorbed the pain. Muscles stood out sharply in his arm as he dropped it from her breast and grabbed Cutlass by the vagina. Through her body suit and stockings, he jammed his fingers up into her mound. He squeezed the big, thick outline of her pussy.

 

“She finally screamed.”

 

“That was what he wanted.”

 

“He squeezed and pushed and gripped that woman’s cunt lips.”

 

“He took control of her again, didn’t he?” she asked. “You watched him take over her mind.”

 

The Wizard snapped his fingers, and Cutlass’ eyes became glassy and vacant. There was a pause, then she simply opened her mouth and tilted her head back. The pink snake of her tongue eclipsed her thick lower lip as The Wizard lifted the goblet over her mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding her sex, and tilted it. The ooze poured over the gleaming rim of the cup and ran in a thick line down to the wet, open mouth of the hypnotized woman.

 

“And she swallowed, didn’t she?”

 

“She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.”

 

It was running over her chin and down between the big, pert, ample breasts.  It was running down to her mound, over his hand, and clinging to her fishnets. When she was done…when he decided that she was done…she brought her head back down. He gave her the touch.

 

Again, there was the glow, and the crackling, and another lush-bodied woman became a lawn ornament.

 

“And then?” Humiliatrix asked. We both knew what she was asking, and I had no reason to try to lie. She had control.

 

“They took the fucking machine away from me.”

 

I recalled how they turned it off, letting the inertia carry it for a few more devastating strokes until it stopped completely. My punished cunt was speaking to my body now, and I was shuddering, convulsing. There was nothing in me to resist as unseen hands undid the ropes that suspended me, letting me drop to the floor.

 

Humiliatrix showed me a photo of myself on the floor. I was on my side, legs bent and spread, one arm draped across my waist, the other under my head. Next, she showed me a motion picture of the henchwomen standing me up. Some had my hair, some my arms. One had me by the breasts. I was barely on my feet when The Wizard took hold of my face, forcing my mouth open.

 

“That wasn’t the first time he’d opened your mouth, was it?”

 

The film was rolling. I was watching as the Wizard pressed that damned magical cup to my mouth and started dumping the stuff into me. I remembered the taste of salty and sweet filling my senses as the gooey cocktail was introduced to my mouth. I felt myself wishing I could gag and hurl it backup, but instead accepted the syrupy stuff down my throat. The pit of my stomach was suddenly cold, and seemed to tingle.

 

“He’d had me once before, yes. Many times, really.”

 

“Tell me.”

 

She continued asking about my earlier captivity at the hands of the Wizard as I watched the film of me being turned to stone. I watched the blue glow surrounding my body, outlining the big curves of my tits, and gymnastic thighs. Blue sparks threaded their way in and out of the red drape of my hair. As I explained my earlier torture by the Wizard, I watched the replay from the space station.

 

“That time… I mean, the time that you mean, Cutlass, Dark Moon and I were in his lair. We confronted him, and… We should have known that he would take us. We confronted him, and he simply said ‘sleep’ to us.”

 

“And the three of you passed out.”

 

“And when we awoke, Cutlass was in a cage, Dark Moon was floating in some sort…some sort of energy ball.”

 

“And you were learning how to open your mouth for the Wizard.”

 

I expected her to flash a photo of me, on my knees with his cock in my mouth. My head was moving and forth, my mouth lapping and gulping as I took mouthfuls of my captor. She didn’t, though. She didn’t even describe it. She just turned her attention to the sight of me glowing blue.

 

That overwhelming feeling of cold came back to me as I watched. I remembered the cold, and the electric pain in my muscles.

 

“This time, on the space station, he turned you to stone.”

 

“The wizard turned me to stone.”

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