8

Humiliatrix

Written by Mr. K

She would tell me later that she had picked out the drug especially for me, and that she wanted me cumming…with my blood rushing and my hormones pumping…so that it would dump through my system in a hurry. As my orgasm washed over me, so did the power of the drug. I sank into a deep slumber.

When I was back in the world of the living, I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been days, it could have been minutes. All I knew was than when I awoke, she was still ordering me to recount the ordeal on the space station. Groggy as I was, I felt even more ready to comply.

“Tell me about what the Congregation did to Cutlass after she was out of her statue phase.”

They had Cutlass caged. Tina. Tina, in her fishnet stockings, bodysuit and boots was in a cage. It was a holding pen made for guard dogs, not humans, so it was low to the ground and small. Black bars encased her, and black metal floor and black metal top held her in.

She was in fetal position, on her side, her knees pulled together and to her midsection. Toned, defined muscle flexed in them, but they were weak and helpless. Shreds of Mystic's costume had been used to bind her. One long, purple strip was tied and tightened cruelly around her knees, pinning them together. Another was around her sleek, defined thighs, making a purple line across her black fishnets. Another held the ankles of her high-heeled boots together.

They bound her wrists together with one of the shorter strips, wrapping it three times around and leaving the woman with her captive hands pressed against her big, ripe bust. They gagged her with another strip.

The captive Sword Sister was still conscious. After she was turned back into flesh and blood, they had made it a point to not let the woman pass out again. They wanted her to experience every step of what they had in store for her. They wanted her to feel the humiliation of being caged like an animal.

“They held her like that for a while, just like they held me in that tube. When they were ready, they opened the cage, dragged her out by her hair, and untied her. One gave her a loud, sharp slap to the face, just so that she would have no illusions about who was in charge.”

“And then?” my captor asked.

“And then they made her crawl. They explained just how…like a dog They wanted her to crawl on all fours with her head down and her hair dragging the floor.”

“And she did it?”

“She did it.”

Again, those perfect muscles were working her perfect body as she dragged herself around the floor like a submissive dog. After a few laps, they directed her to her primary task for the evening.

Mystic was still sprawled out on the table, her costume tattered, her body limp. Her big, red pussy drooled. She was unconscious and could do nothing as Tina, allowed to rise up on her knees opened her mouth.

“Wide! Wider!”

She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accept the first cock.

“Tell me about it,” Humiliatrix said. Again I wondered about how much time had passed and how long she had played with me. She would show me in the film that she had kissed my open, sleeping mouth over and over again. She had coated my lips with another gloss of lipstick–the exact same color that I use. She had felt me up and down, exploring my curves and delicately kissing my pussy lips and my big hard nipples.

She had untied me, and given each henchwoman a turn at carrying me over her shoulder. This was a favorite of theirs. They seemed to enjoy the deadweight of my body draped over their shoulders. They liked the feeling of my round, firm ass under their hands. They liked the sheer power that my helplessness made them feel. My arms and hair would sway, and my tits would press against their backs as the tall, leggy girls laughed and giggled.

When she decided that it was time, Humiliatrix moved me to another room. This one was wall to wall, floor to ceiling, with black leather. It had a low, plush platform in the middle of the floor.

Unconscious, I was little more than a busty toy as she had them lay me face-down on the platform. Evidently, she had a certain, exact way she wanted this done. My dildo festooned hostess gave the tall girls orders as to what to do with my knock-out body.

“Spread those legs wide. Yes. Nice. Let the arms just droop down; don’t bind her. I do want the ring gag. Yeah, like that. I just want to see her like that.”

The women did as told, getting me arranged in a face-down spreadeagle. I slept through the whole thing. She would show me the video later when I was awake again.

Humiliatrix knelt between my thighs, and the women looked at her with a type of reverence. They backed away like awe-struck girls watching the alpha girl, the most beautiful girl in class, or whatever, doing her beautiful girl thing. They smiled as her long hands reached out and touched my pussy. She pinched the lips and pulled my sex open.

“Look, Connie,” she cooed to the camera. She was looking right into the lens, making a tape for me. “Look at how I fucked you while you were asleep. I gave you this cock, and there as nothing you could do about it. But, then again, you wouldn’t want to do anything to stop me, would you?”

She held my cunt open, and slowly, my beaten body took the head of her dildo. A little spurt of juice welled up around her tool, inviting another inch, then another. There wasn’t a moan or a scream as I took the massive length of the tool.

She drove her hips and fucked my sleeping form.

I ended up watching the video of my domination as I explained how Cutlass stayed on her knees, deftly, slowly, expertly sucking every male member of the Congregation. I explained how she seemed to have a new enthusiasm for each cock. She never seemed to tire to slow down as man after man fucked her mouth. She swallowed what alien semen she could, and let the rest run down her chin.

I explained and I watched.

“So, now both of you understand being a complete and utter sub.”

Humiliatrix smiled at me.

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