OUROBOROS

by Mr. K

  2.

“How was the sound check?”

 

Veronica could see the outline of a woman in the bed, and flash of blond.

 

The woman’s voice was faint and feminine in the pitch darkness of the hotel room. She probably hadn’t really been asleep, but she was curled below the sheets and blankets in the blackness away. This was her cocoon time.

 

“It went well. I feel good about the new songs … all’s well. Tired….”

 

Veronica Fox, who was the superheroine known as Matrix, was also the rock star known as Leather Fox. It was that side of her persona that she had been playing for the past few hours. Sometimes she imagined a deck of cards, each one with a different woman’s face, each of them her.

 

The AC was working overtime, even though the last vestiges of summer had long faded away. The room was cold and black.

 

“I taped a show for you,” said the woman in the bed. “It was about heroes that this city produced over the years. It was about cops, teachers, fire fighters. Your dad was mentioned, like, in the middle. He was a handsome guy. They showed a photo of him, Detective Fox”

 

Veronica half-smiled as she pulled her Jack Daniels bandana from her head. She let it drop to the floor, blazing the trail for the pile of clothing to come.

 

“He wouldn’t have wanted to be called a hero, but thanks for taping the show.”

 

She chuckled.

 

“How domestic of you,” she added.

 

Now, her mind rolling though images of her dad, the tall, broad-shouldered cop who saved her life. She remembered looking down at that handsome, broad face of his, her eyes full of fear-inspired tears as she hovered six feet over the living room floor.

He held her hand, reaching up to keep hold of her, and spoke in his slow, calming voice.

 

“Ok, honey, calm down. Breathe. Looks like you have … You have the ability to fly, it seems. Ok, so along with the strength, and the healing … and the way you can change your face … you can fly. Ok, this is a good thing.”

 

He helped her tame the flying just like he got her to stop going to high school with different faces every day, and to stop tearing locker door from their hinges during her fits of anger.

 

“He did keep me from being expelled. That was pretty heroic.”

 

Both women laughed.

 

“Come here, rock star. Come to bed.”

 

For a moment Veronica Fox’s mind went in several different directions. She was hungry, she was thirsty, she was wondering what was on the late show. Her natural focus came back, and she found herself crawling across the hotel’s bed – leather boots, jeans, black t-shirt, and leather vest still on – towards the prone figure of Lonestar.

 

As she moved towards the stirring blond, her hand touched the slick material of a spandex costume left discarded and semi-folded on the bed.

 

“You went out tonight?” she asked. She could make out the white star of her lover’s heroine costume in the darkness of the apartment.

 

“For a short time, yeah… It was pretty quiet.” She chuckled in the darkness. “There were some thugs, some no-neck-types, showing how tough they were by mugging a woman who looked like she probably remembered VE day.”

 

She chuckled and sat up the darkness. Veronica’s eyes had adjusted a she could see the large, graceful arcs of her lover’s breasts.

 

“You took care of business, baby?” she asked.

 

“Sure did.”

 

They laughed together, and the blond curled herself against the leather curves of her rockstar girlfriend. Her breath was hot against Veronica’s neck.

 

“Would you do something for me?”

 

Veronica laughed and pushed her hair back. Her girlfriend was using her Jennifer Tilly Bound voice – nasally and cute.

 

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

 

“Could you be Claudia for me?”

 

Veronica Fox was the heroine called Maxim, and Maxim was a shape shifter. She could will herself to morph her physical persona as easily normal people change clothing. She had a few favorite personas she could take on, one of which was her current light-haired, blue-eyed Leather Fox. Another was the dark-haired, pert-mouthed woman that Lonestar had dubbed “Claudia.” This was the hair and face that she often used when taking on the persona of Maxim.

 

The last time she had taken on Claudia, and the two of them had been together, they were prisoners. They looked up from their knees at Humiliatrix, Thrust, Onslaught, and Lethario. Both of their minds were clouded by Lethario’s pheromones, and Humiliatrix stroked their faces lovingly.

 

“After all of that fighting, and you end up our guests. You could have saved yourself the trouble.  As you can see, it’s gentleman’s night. It works out well, don’t you think?”

 

“Yes ma’am,” they said in a girlish unison. Then their mouths hung slack as the villains paced around them.

 

“You know …. I still barely remember that night,” whispered Veronica. “Once Lethario got his hooks into our minds….”

 

“That’s how they played it that night; they kept you under control and they released my mind. They had me tied up tight and they had me watch you. They wanted me to watch what they did to you.”

 

“I think you explained this once before to me. They had you in, uh …”

 

“They tied me. They had me in an arch, my wrists and ankles tied.  It was super-tight and Humiliatrix put an agonizer up my cunt just to make sure. They had me ball-gagged. Onslaught scooped me up like I was nothing and laid me out on Humiliatrix’s bed. Remember we were in her mansion, in her bedroom? I was tied up and helpless on Humiliatrix’s bed.”

 

“And I was….”

 

She explained how Lethario professed his love for Maxim. He ran his hands over the sleek, skin-tight, red-and-white material of her body stocking. He touched the black leather of her gloves and stiletto-heeled boots. He ran his fingers through her hair.

 

Maxim stood there like a statue as his hands ran between her thighs and up her legs. He cupped her breasts.

 

“He said that you two were meant for each other, and he traced out the M on your body suit with his fingertips. He said that he was your lover, and then he pulled his cock out. He put you back down on your knees, ran it across your lips, and you took it into your mouth. He didn’t have to force it between your lips. You opened your mouth and just took it all. You must have opened the back of your throat, didn’t even gag, and just wrapped your lips around the shaft.”

 

“I sucked his cock? You watched me suck his cock?”

 

“You sucked him on and on, Veronica. You had one hand on the shaft you just gave him head – slid your lips up and down, pulled them out along the shaft, getting it all wet with spit. I couldn’t get free, baby.”

 

“I know.”                                                                                                                                                       

Veronica nodded her head.

 

“And then … then they fucked me? They must have fucked me up the ass and in the pussy. I always figured from the way my costume was torn….”

 

“They lifted you up and spread your legs, like, holding you up in midair. Thrust said something about how you had athlete’s legs, and Lethario said that he liked the … liked the glossy way your costume looked. They tore it open in the crotch and the ass, Lethario stripped naked and laid down, and you spread your ass cheeks over his stiff. Your ass … well, you know how you are.  Your asshole rarely just opens like that for penetration. The mind control had a real effect on your body’s reactions.”

 

For Veronica there was a hazy recollection of these villains and what they were doing to her. She barely remembered working her hips slowly, and gasping as the big cock worked its way up into her asshole. It was true, though, she did remember her asshole spreading and yawning to accept the thick cock of Lethario. From the corner of her eye she could see that Lonestar watched from the bed, bound and helpless, as the massive organ worked its way up Maxim’s ass.

 

“You leaned back, and he supported you.”

 

Maxim’s body had a vague memory of feeling – a thick organ filling her asshole. She didn’t recall how she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and exhaled hard through her clenched teeth, but Lonestar reminded her. She described to Maxim how she rotated and rocked her ass on the villain’s pole. Facing away from him, sitting on his erection, she took Lethario up the ass.

 

“You would whimper and cringe You would bite your lower lip.”

 

Maxim did vaguely remember Thrust mounting her once Lethario was ensconced in her asshole. Also a cock monster, he gave her the full length of his pole as Lethario pushed up. Her pussy was already sopping and willing, and Lonestar watched it gush as the hard pole entered her.             

 

“I watched them double fuck you.”

 

The men got a rhythm, and Maxim, in her torn costume, was swept up in it, riding and pumping screaming out from time to time as they double fucked her in front of her lover.            

Humiliatrix got on the bed beside Lonestar and spooned her, curling her body against the bound heroine in blue.

 

“She’s in real trouble now, huh?” she whispered to the gagged woman in blue. When Lonestar recounted what Humiliatrix said and did, she felt a warm flush come to her face. In spite of herself, in spite of her opprobrium, she found herself rubbing her thighs together. They glided in the growing dampness that was welling up between them.

 

“Humiliatrix was really gentle with me. She brushed my hair aside and whispered in my ear. She asked me if you were a good lover, and whether you were use to cock. She wanted to know whether I used a strap-on on you. I was gagged; she knew I couldn’t answer her.”

 

Humiliatrix pinched one big nipple and rolled it between her fingers as she let the warm breath of her words tickle into Lonestar’s ear.    

 

“She’s so sexy. And she’s a shape-shifter, right? You must love to have her change her appearance while you two are having your little lesbian time.”

 

Lonstar didn’t explain it, but Maxim knew that she could only lay there panting as Humiliatrix whispered in her ear. Humiliatrix was the villainess who loved to capture heroines and expose their weaknesses by putting them through their deepest, darkest sexual paces. She knew, somehow, the unspoken darkest sexual corners of each heroine out their. When she captured them, she brought them low and taught them what humiliation meant.

 

As Lonestar watched her lover’s body taking two cocks, she knew that this was because of her.

 

“It wasn’t about torturing you; it was about humiliating me.”

 

“You always wanted to see …. You fantasized about me being double-fucked by two men?”

 

“I did. I do. She did it to humiliate me, and she did.”

 

Lonestar continued to recount how the men fucked Maxim in both her asshole and the soaking wet cunt that she so fancied.

 

“She noticed that your cunt hair had gotten wetter. She talked about how curly it was.”

 

“Right,” Maxim said, ruminating over what recollection she had of the scene. “I hadn’t shaven.”

 

“Do you remember how they blew their loads in you, and dumped you on the floor? ”

 

“No. I do remember lying next to you on the bed. Neither of us was tied, but I couldn’t move.”

 

There was a mirror on Humiliatrix’s ceiling, and the both women could see themselves. Veronica had no recollection of how much time had passed, but remembered being laid out beside Lonestar on the bed, two women side-by-side. Her blond lover had been untied, but both women were still paralyzed.

She remembered a man, one of the men, arranging her body and that of her lover. Their arms were down by their sides, their legs together. Their eyes were open and their lips slightly pursed.

Lonestar’s costume was in-tact. Maxim’s was torn at the crotch.

 

“Neither could I,” said Lonestar.

 

“I could smell your hair, and your skin. I hear you breathing.”

 

There was an image of the captors leaning over them.

 

“I remember they were pouring … Did they pour oil or something on us?”

 

Lonestar nodded in the dark. She could feel the thick, warm syrupy oil pouring out of urns and bottles. In the mirror, she could see their costumes wet and glistening. The men and their domme reached down and massaged the oil all over the two captive heroines.

 

“That was when she filmed us. I have to admit, my memory goes fuzzy there, also. I do remember that you were Claudia.”

 

Veronica Fox’s hand was sodden now, and moving in circles in the heat between her lover’s thighs.

 

“You like that dark-haired one most, huh?”

 

“I do. Do you remember when you first realized you could do that? Or when you realized you could fly, or the strength … When did you know?”

 

Veronica Fox remembered being a teenaged girl in excruciating pain, clutching her face and running to bathroom of her school in the middle of class. She remembered looking in the mirror to see a face that she did not recognize.

 

“Let’s just say that middle school was eventful.”

 

Now, she morphed into Claudia, her hair becoming sleek and black, tucking itself up across her shoulders and neck. Her nose turned up slightly at the tip, and Lonestar leaned in, her tongue seeking Maxim’s mouth.

 

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