OUROBOROS

by Mr. K

8.

Lonestar wondered aloud about the chains. She didn’t expect an answer, she just wondered aloud as they walked her down the long, dim hallway. As the links rubbed her between her thighs and across her neck, as they shifted and pinched at her.

 

“Why chain me like this? You have complete control of me.”

 

The coils of chains that held her arms to her sides ended in a long lead chain that ran to the hand of her keeper. He made it a point to walk a beat too fast for the beaten heroine, causing her to stumble along in the cold, stone hallway.

 

“It’s a symbol of my defeat? Is that it?”

 

He yanked, and she stumbled forward violently. She gasped as she fell to her knees. The man pulled her back to her feet.

 

“You want Maxim to see me in chains. You want to humiliate us….”

 

The man stopped dragging her, and turned to face the woman in the slick, blue cat suit.  The force of his open-handed slap was like a typhoon. Up from her belly, a grunt that rippled with shock and pain filled the hallway. Her head snapped back in a blond wave that blinded her.

 

“It cannot speak!”

 

Immediately, Lonestar attempted to quip back at the massive man, but found her words blocked, her throat jammed with silence. Her eyes widened with shock as the man dragged her like a dead dog still fastened to it leash, the owner angrily scolding as they went.

 

“Stupid cunt, I’m going to show you how the world ends. You see how my powers have grown and grown?  I couldn’t have done that only a few hours ago.  I’m going to show you how your world folds up and dies.”

 

With choking noises playing around in her throat, the helpless Lonestar tried to ponder what this man in denim and leather meant. He bore the same raised scar on his forehead, a snake eating its own tail as the other villains she and Maxim had encountered that night. The same villains that had beaten them.

 

She had watched as Boa, the buxom, blond soccer mom, who also bore the snake scar yanked Maxim around like a rag doll, finally tossing her to the ground in the alleyway. She never paused, nestling her ass down on the face of the prone woman. She had watched from her place on the roof as her lover was smothered, revived, and smothered again.

 

Now, she was being dragged into a chamber of this strange maze. Any thought of trying to figure out how she had gotten there, or what was going on were lost in a blur as the man stopped dragging her, and planted himself in the middle of a large, stone room.

The mute woman in chains lifted her head, and it all made sense.

 

The walls were lined with villains, people she knew to have been dead and destroyed. They each bore the scar of the snake, and each one was clapping. Yes, now it all made perfect sense.

 

In the middle of the room was a tree. It was obviously a living and sentient thing, reaching with its branches and twisting at its trunk. Her eyes darted from one curvaceous body to another, Gold, Dark Moon, Cutlass, Red Arrow … Heroines dangled from the tree like Christmas ornaments, their hair acting as the curved metal hooks.

 

They were alive, their eyes open, but they were little more than helpless containers. She was still pondering them as the man pulled her up to her knees.

 

“You helped kill me, you cunt. Now you get punished, then you get to watch your little girlfriend get punished.”

 

He cock slapped her in the face. It wasn’t the playful, humiliating cock slap of a rough lover. This cock was lengthening by the moment, and moving with the same thick, twisting motions as the tree limbs seemed to strike her with the sudden power and direction of an open hand.  Then again. She let out a moan when the third one hit her.

Her mind spun for a moment, and his cock was shoved deep into her mouth.

 

In the corner of her eye, she could see the villains approaching her. The ones that stood out most, the Red Aces, made their way around the tree with glee. They were saying her name, and that they remembered her from their last night as living people. She coughed as if trying to expel the thick and twisting meat in her mouth, but the creature only pushed deeper into her mouth, her throat, down into her windpipe.

 

Lonestar could feel her jaw widening, opening wider and wider, as the gangster fucked her mouth with a methodic pulse. His hips were driving, but the cock itself seemed to be taking the salivating woman.

 

His fingers were interlocked behind her head.

 

As rough, thick arms wrapped around her waist, and grabbing hands reached between her thighs, tearing the crotch of her costume, Lonestar continued to gag on the big organ. There was a man lifting her on to her knees, pulling her ass up into the air, putting her on all fours.

 

It felt like fire when the first cock entered her. Her asshole puckered and struggled to keep up with the huge dick that was plowing into her, as a big, swarthy man maneuvered below her. They worked together, these men, and her drooling pussy accepted the upward thrust of a cock from below….

 

When the ritual was done, and Lonestar was blinded with scalding cum, they chained her to the tree. It was done crudely, but it was exactly what they wanted. While the other heroines dangled from the branches of the tree, she lay below it, a chain wrapped around her neck three times. The other end was wrapped around the thick tree trunk, and melded with its rough bark.

 

Listless, her anus and vagina throbbing, her eyes gummed closed with cum, she felt fingers touch her forehead. Feminine fingers.

 

“I’m going to show you the images of Maxim in our maze. This is her last stand, you see? You’ll have the mental images as they play out, and you will be able to do nothing.”

 

She would never see the woman, but her head was suddenly filled with images of Claudia in her costume, walking the hall of a dungeon-like maze.

 

 “Hey, baby,” she heard.

 

Claudia turned towards the voice.

 

J-Dog grabbed the hair on top of Maxim’s head, and yanked back just as Critical made a grab for her mound. The woman in the red-and-white costume gasped as the big man made contact, closing powerful fingers around the lips of her big vulva. No stronger than a common woman now, she still grabbed at him. Her black-gloved hands closed around the massive circle of his wrist, but that was all; there was no way she could move him.

 

Maxim’s eyes widened and she let out a strangled chirp as the huge gang member crushed her sex in his fist. Her hair was being yanked and twisted hard at the root her head snapped from side to side. They dragged her to the floor, and even as J-Dog took hold of her throat and strangled her, Critical was climbing on top of her.

Veins stood out in J-Dog’s arms, and he grimaced with exertion as he closed her wind pipe. He barely seemed to notice huge mutant man pumping his tool in the captive.

 

“You might just die with that cock in you, bitch,”

 

Her eyes were fluttering now, closing slowly. Again, she was being deprived of air. She could just barely squeal as her big tits were kneaded and her vagina plowed.

 

And then they were gone. They let go, they pulled out, they left.

 

And then a space simply opened in the floor below her, and she dropped through.

 

She had barely hit the floor, and C-Bitch had already taken hold of her throat and was closing off her airway. More hands, the hands of two men, reached in to take her. Together, the gang trio took her down.

 

Maxim started to push her body up from all fours, only to feel the full force of a big man in heavy boots on her back. The air rushed out of her, and her face slapped the stage and her body was driven back down to a sprawled out spread-eagle. She felt her large breasts mash out below her and heard the air rush out of her lungs.

 

Two boots were on her back. A man was standing on her back.

 

“You’re in trouble now, Maxim. Do you get that feeling?”

 

She could feel her breasts being crushed below her.

 

As the weight of the gang member left her back, a set of hands was taking hold of her right ankle, and another one her left. They had vise-like grips, and straightened out the legs of the woman with no effort.

 

Another gang member, a woman, was taking hold of both wrists and twisting, pulling her arms taught as all of the gang members lifted her from the floor. She looked up, and into the eyes of the Red Ace called Clarissa. The last time she saw the tall, muscular gang member she was dropping to her death from a rooftop.

 

“Remember me, cunt? You tossed me off a fucking roof.”

 

Out of impulse, Maxim focused her gaze and brought up the energy that flashed force beams through her eyes. Nothing happened.

 

“Your fucking powers are neutralized. You’re ours.”

 

Maxim bit her lower lip, and groaned. She closed her eyes and absorbed the pain as the gang members stretched and pulled her.

 

She was shocked by the ease with which he entered her. One moment she could feel the cool air of the passage way on her exposed cunt lips, the next the smelly, muscular mass of a big man was behind her, and her asshole was stretched out and burning.  Again, she absorbed a cock.

 

She slapped the ground in a surge of pain and screamed a wide-mouthed, squint-eyed howl. He was mastering her asshole.

 

The cock was huge and seemed to go on forever as two calloused hands gripped her hips. There was grunting and cursing, there were drops of spit and sweat that landed on the bare flesh of her backside, as he continued to drive into her. Her mind went back to when the woman called The Warden impaled her with her night stick. Just like with this merciless member of the Red Aces, the tight ring of her asshole had to simply give way for the girth.

 

“This is for all that is righteous and good,” she said. This Red Ace only made the noises of an animal.

 

She slapped the ground with one palm that had broken free again and swore. Her body was still fighting to keep the anus tight and controlled, but the man’s massive tool defied it. He was up to the hilt in her asshole now.

She snapped her head back and cursed as another one was undoing his jeans and kneeling in front of her. The smell of his crotch was overpowering as he released his tool and brought the bulbous head to hover at her red mouth.

 

“Open,” he said. He was an overwhelming voice in the semi-darkness of that hallway. She looked up at the shadowy figure just as an open hand crashed into her face. Something like a tidal wave went through her head, and her mouth simply fell open for him. In the stunned silence of that slap, there was a moment of peace; her brain drifted and her ears rang. For a moment, she was in some other place.

Two hands locked around her head, fingers interlaced in her hair, and a cock invaded her mouth. Just as its buddy had simply plunged into her asshole, this one went into down to the threshold of her throat.

 

A convulsion wracked her body as she gagged, and the gangster yanked her head closer to him pushing the last few inches down to block the back of her throat. She expected him to start a rhythm, but, for the time being, all the criminal wanted to do was fill her throat and choke her.

 

“Super whore still has to breathe, huh?”

 

The woman had since let go, and was jockeying for position. She was masturbating, and wanted room to bite and lick the heroine.

The smell of a dead gang member filled her senses. She couldn’t breathe, really, but she could taste death and sweat from the huge penis of the resurrected criminal. He would pump his hips and readjust himself so that he could be more ensconced in her windpipe.

 

“There … we … go. There … we … go!”

 

Deep gagging and guttural choking noises were coming from deep in the woman, and she was beginning to drool around his penis.

 

A fist gripped her hair.

 

His buddy was still in her asshole. He was grunting, pumping, and methodically impaling her round ass in the darkness of the passageway.  It wasn’t a wild animal rape; this guy had a well-thought-out plan as to how he wanted to fuck her.  She could tell that he was measuring his movement just so, not rushing to his orgasm. It was the exact opposite of how Berzerkergang had fucked her weeks before.

 

She was hypnotized then, and helpless as he pounced on her back and jammed himself into her asshole. He pumped wildly in her backside, cumming and then leaping off into the darkness. He would do her that way three times that night. The Red Ace who was taking her ass now was in no rush. After the initial plunge, he picked up a rhythm in her.

 

Then they stopped.

 

With a sudden, cold abruptness, the two cocks left her body, and she was allowed to simply collapse on the floor. Almost as if they wanted to hear her scream, the cock in her mouth was yanked out first. She gulped air, her eyes wide, drool glistening on her chin and her red lips. There was a pause, then she screamed as the cock was swiftly, harshly withdrawn from her sensitive asshole.

 

Just like when it entered her, she screamed and slapped the floor. Her whole universe was, for a split second in the burning pucker of her anus.

 

“Motherfucker!” her expletive resounded in the hallway.

 

She collapsed. Lying face-first on the stone, conscious and helpless, she could only wait. She heard one of the Red Aces break the silence by grunting, and a rush of steaming hot cum gushed down on the side of her face. Instinct brought her hand up to face, and she shuddered as some found its way to her mouth.

 

It was bitter and foul. Her body made her cough in an effort to reject the spume, but a strong hand rolled her over and another jacked her mouth open again. She found herself not fighting anymore as one or the other emptied a hot stream into her open mouth. She would never be able to swallow it - it was like trying to drink from a garden hose- so she accepted it, letting it douse her face and pour to the back of her throat.

 

Another set of grunts and laugher filled the air as the big men ended their streams.

 

As one of the Red Aces knelt to wipe his tool with her hair he spoke to her.

 

“That’s round two, cunt.”

 

She heard them chuckling, and she heard the sound of their boots on the concrete as they walked away. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, throbbing, groaning, her hair matted with cum. Attempts to make sense of all of this reverberated only briefly in her head; this was simply what it was. The Red Aces were back, and they were toying with her.

 

She used the back of her hand to smear semen from her lush lips, and she pulled herself up from the floor. There was little she could do – depowered, fucked, and lost in this catacomb – but try to find her way out of the darkness.

 

It was roughly thirty staggering steps later, in the murky darkness, that she took the blow in her face.

 

She could tell right away that it was a woman. Two long shapely legs in skin-tight jeans, tucked into high leather boots, lashed out of the darkness and crashed into her face. Droplets of cum sprayed in a wide pattern, and the woman in the red and white costume gave an exult of pain as she fell back.

 

Maxim didn’t go down right away, but was stunned as the woman repositioned herself and struck again. She was swinging from overhead chains, this woman, and striking out with her black leather boots at the superheroine.  She swung again, jamming her heels into Maxim’s breasts.

 

She swung again.

 

The pointed toes of her boots caught Maxim in the back of the skull.

 

 “Bitch!”

 

The woman let go of the chains that she used to do her Tarzan imitation, and let herself drop over the prone figure of the heroine. She could see Maxim’s arms and legs slowly starting to feebly move. It was a pathetic, slow ballet that only seemed to anger her.

 

“Stupid cunt. You aren’t knocked out yet, are you?”

 

She took hold of the woman’s hair, twisting it and knotting it with both hands. More hands came from the darkness to take hold of her ankles. Someone spoke, someone muttered something as they lifted her up and slammed her back in a stone platform.

 

“Put it in,” one of them said.

 

She had to give it to them; they worked fast. A thick leather bit was shoved into her mouth. Leather straps were done up around her head. A collar was fastened in place.

 

“Walk her like you did the other bitch.”

 

 

 

The symbol of the Ouroboros was a snake eating its own tail. It was the force that brought villains back from the dead and sent them on a mission to capture the super heroines who had killed them before. It was the symbol made into the hard, cold marble of the place that it inhabited. It was the scar born by the returned villains. It was on the face of the sarcophagus that stood in the middle of a cold, dank room.

 

The sarcophagus was made of a glistening, black stone, and it looked like a woman. It looked like Maxim. It was a perfect stone replica of Claudia in her Maxim costume. It was hollow, with a perfect void inside made to fit her body, large spaces for her breasts, perfect curves for her hips and her ass. It was made to fit her.

 

It waited as the mass of villains surged like an ocean with Maxim riding the crest of  human waves. They twisted her hair, reached and pulled, carrying her as a group towards the black, hollow representation of her.

 

They aren’t going to hang me from the tree like the others. They aren’t going to kill me. They will seal me away in this tomb, making sure I am alive, but completely dormant. They are turning me this way and that, laughing as they press my body back into the cold stone of this thing. They are pressing my legs, my arms, every part of my body into the outline that perfectly matched me.

 

They are saying that it would be too easy to simply execute the other women. Each one will take his or her personal bete noire heroine, and put her through a trial. Each villain will take home a heroine like a party favor. Each one will make a public trial of the death of their personal heroine.

 

The Red Aces have something special planned for me. They are encasing me alive. I can breathe, I can feel, and I am trapped.

 

They are each taking a moment to kiss me, and grope me as they prepare to close the lid. They say that Lonestar will have a special task. She will have to find this place, and find me. They are each taking a moment to spit on me.

 

They are closing the lid. My world is darkness.

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