SNARE

by Mr. K

4.

 

Night Star faded in and out of consciousness. When her mind was with her, when she was touching the world of the lucid, she could make out pieces of her situation. She could feel the weakness and burning sensation in her body. She could hear bits and pieces of her captor’s conversation.

 

“I shot her down.”

 

“Well done.”

 

She faded out, then came back again.

 

“Tie her with this. Yeah, like that.”

 

Out. Back again.

 

“Night Star.”

 

She could feel them pressing the soles of her feet together, and pressing her knees out to the sides. There was long, hard kisses on her mouth and hands groping her large breasts. They were fastening cuffs around her wrists. She could hear the clanking of metal and the rattling of chains. Both wrists ended up linked together at her waist.

 

“That UV ammo in the special gun was just for her.”

 

She could feel them holding her legs in that open position, a hand seeking the exposed mound. A female palm kneaded her thick, lush vulva through the black grape skin of her costume.  Night Star, Dr. Constance Gnau, heard herself moan as she faded out again. She would never hear the splitting of the fabric at her crotch, or the insertion of a brightly glowing, small, hand-held something into her sex.

 

Night Star would wake up hanging by her wrists.  Her toes were inches above the floor, her head hanging down and veiled in the thick red hair. She was swaying gently. Before she even opened her eyes her mind would rewind and play the bits and pieces that it had gathered from the drama of her defeat.

 

She recalled coming through the sky light and taking flight over the man-and-woman team that was entering the lab. They seemed unfazed , as if they’d expected the soaring woman in black. Guns appeared in their hands and Night Star found her role as huntress quickly switched for that hunted.

 

They were ready for Night Star.

 

At one point she spread her thick thighs as a round passed between them. She arched her back, avoiding flurry of shots. One passed between her breasts.

 

There were only so many ways she could weave and bend to avoid the shots of these strange people. That was why, when the first round struck her in the face, she forgave herself. She was also not shocked when the round that hit her didn’t bore into her body, but burst in the glowing halo of UV light.

 

They had done their homework.. As with every heroine, Night Star had her weakness. She had massive powers in the dead of night. In the hours of sunlight her powers were ranged between feeble and nothing. She had worked on ways to retain and focus her powers when she didn’t have the cover of night, but the force that she encountered in space all of those years ago had left her somewhat an  imperfect heroine.

 

When the UV round burst in her face she went blind. A dense web of weakness threaded through her skin, her nerves, her bones as the tiny self-contained packet of UV energy assaulted her. She brought her hands to her face and screamed.

As her body shuddered in midair, another UV blast struck her in the base of the spine, and another just below her left breast. Her ability to fly left her, and she dropped to the lab floor..

 

She found herself in and out of consciousness. She found herself fighting for control of her limbs. A cocktail of weakness and pain burned through her, and she felt people grabbing at her muscular legs and firm round buttocks.

 

There was a pinching of the material of her skin stocking, and she could feel a scalpel of some sort edging its way through the black material.

 

Hands, reaching and grabbing.

 

Bodies moving around her.

 

She felt fingers pinching the thick, damp lips of her labia, and pulling them apart.

 

This was when they inserted the UV pellet into her sex.

 

This was when she felt herself being manipulated and strung up.              

 

Now the cuffs were tight around her narrow wrists, and her arms were pulled up above her head. Her stocking feet dangled inches above the cold floor. The jet-black footed body glove, with its light dusting of starry glitter stood out in the antiseptic, light-flooded interior of the room.

 

Her head was hanging down, the cut and defined muscles in her back and neck barely strong enough to lift it. A hurricane of thick, wild red hair poured over her face and hung down to her large, round breasts. Strands clung ever so slightly to her lush, painted lips.

 

Night Star could hear a woman’s voice from behind.

 

“I’m going to torture you. You know that, right?”

 

The redhead said nothing.

 

“You’re, like a 34DD, or so, aren’t you? Big girl.”

 

The redhead said nothing.

 

“I’m going to torture you, Night Star.”

 

The woman walked around to face Night Star. She looked up and down the long, muscular woman’s long body. The research photos and films hadn’t done her justice; the red head’s body was the perfect fusion of feminine curves and raw muscular athletic ism. She had seen this look in the bodies of heroines before. They had powerful bodies, with defined cut muscle and large, high firm breasts. They were ageless and beautiful. They effortlessly leapt and ran like Olympians with little or no effort. They could fly.

 

“You look amazing, Night Star. Night Star, I took some time and reviewed your fight with the man called Armour.”

 

Night Star moaned lightly. A feeling of shame crept up her spine as she recalled groveling at the heavy armoured boots of the man she had fought only weeks before. UV light was pouring from the very surface of his armoured suit. She had lunged at him, but was unable to even reach him before her body was bombarded by an ocean of artificial sunlight.

 

She found herself doubled over, then she found herself being lifted up by her throat. She remembered the crushing pressure squeezing off her air, and the power draining from her body. Within a few moments she was a weak and listless toy that was easily bend over the back of a sofa.

 

He extended a massive, male member from the crotch of his armour. It reached out with its big, bulbous head, the shaft rotating at the same time. It tore through her costume’s black material and plunged into her pussy.

 

UV light was pouring from the hard, metal dildo.

 

Her new captor knew all about that battle that she lost. She had learned from it.

 

“You can feel that I put something in your cunt, yes?” she asked.

 

Her head still sagging, trying to look up through the curtain of red hair, Night Star spoke in a whisper.

 

“Y … yessss…”

 

“Ok, that’s a pulsing UV light dispenser. It’s tiny, but it’s pouring out the one thing on Earth that weakens you completely. Do you understand?”

 

“Understand…”

 

“It took you a long time to recover from having that up your cunt. I figured I’d do it for you again. You have to be punished for what you tried to do tonight.”

 

There were so many questions rolling through Night Star’s head, but she let them lay fallow as the woman in the cat suit pulled up a step ladder, climbed up, reached up, took hold of the cuffs and freed the captiveNight Star. The athletic woman crumpled to the floor. She lay on her side, her hands now free, but her body too weak to resist.

 

“I have something for you, Night Star.”

 

Night Star lay there, waiting, while the woman walked away to some recess of the room. There was a clanking, and the sound of the sound of the victor taking hold of something. When she returned to the prone woman in the black unitard, she knelt. There was a genuine  fresh curiosity and exuberance in her voice when she showed her new toy to the beaten Night Star.

 

“Ok, look at this.”

 

She grabbed a handful of red hair and lifted up Night Star’s head so that she could see. At first, it looked as though she was holding a solid, metal ball. Rotating it a bit, changing the angle with the one hand that did not have Night Star’s hair, she was able to show the captive woman that there was an open space, and a slight glow coming from the interior of the ball.

 

“This is a helmet. It’s like … it’s a sphere. A bell. It’s a featureless ball, pretty much. It’s a sphere. We designed this for you. We figured you would be one of the heroines that showed up, and we designed this for you. The interior is flooded with UV light. So, I’m going to lock this on your head.”

 

Now Night Star could see that it was a metal sphere meant to fit around her head, and it was glowing with UV light. She felt the woman let go of her hair and she slumped to the  floor. She waited, on her side, and closed her eyes as the woman who defeated her unlatched the metal collar of the sphere, opened it, and slowly slid it around her head.

 

Night Star took a breath as her new mistress tucked her hair up in the sphere.

 

She closed the ball around Night Star’s head.

 

She locked the latch.

 

Night Star breathed hard in the smooth, featureless, metal ball.

 

5.

 

Tina, the heroine known as Cutlass, crouched on the rooftop, one building over from the make-shift lab. Her new costume camouflaged her against the night sky, muting her leggy silhouette. She had stayed with black, high-heeled boots, but gone with a new skin-tight, black leather pair.

Deep, dark purple latex stockings rode up her legs, looking as though they had been painted on to her. The swim-suit-type body suit still rode high on her thigh and swathed her in deep, jet black. Now it was latex, and came up to a high collar around her throat. She still peered from behind a black mask, also dark latex.

 

The material appeared to be little more than the latex found in common fetish gear, but she had snatched up the lasted secret technology that her scientist friends could provide. When she saw bullets and knives defeated by the glossy material she smiled and put on the air-head accent of a posh shopaholic.

 

“I just must have it! Does it come in black?”

 

Now her red hair was dyed jet-black.

 

Now, she was watching from the darkness, from the rooftop, through the window, as Sister Dragon worked a string of beads up Snare’s ass. She watched the sinewy Asian woman in the skin suit, and her cunt ached. It remembered the hard, thick dildo that the diminutive Asian woman used on her.

 

Mounting her like a man, face-to-face, Sister Dragon had forced hard, wet French kisses on the supine woman’s mouth. She remembered her legs up over her head and the spreading of her anus.

She recalled the words of the black, Englishman in the designer suit.

 

“What we do in this lab is for the good of all mankind. What we have attempted to do ….” He simply shook his head.

 

She foiled that plan.

 

Now, she peered down at a newly-built lab, and at Snare being dommed by the same woman who had defeated her.

 

“I should pay a visit,” she whispered aloud to herself. She felt the powerful muscles in her legs flex and she stood.

 

“I really ought to go down there.”

 

 

They kept Cutlass on a leash.. The collar was slightly too tight, and the leash connecting her to a ring on the wall was slightly too short, but the job was done. She was secured like an animal, on her knees, on the end of a lead line. They had used some sort of rubber-coated cord to bind her wrists together at the small of her back. They were crossed and the binding looped and crossed around and in and out, pinning them securing together. Her booted ankles were tightly pressed and tied together. Her latex covered thighs were done the same way, with three tight loops of the cord squeezing them together.

 

Drowsy from the toxin that swam through her veins, she held her head in a drooping sag. This looked right to the Dragon woman; she liked seeing Cutlass on her knees with her head bowed.

 

“So good to see you again, baby,” she purred beside Cutlass’ ear.

 

“You came to help your friends and to destroy our lab again, huh?”

 

Tina’s lips were numb, but she was able to muster the thick and fumbled words.

 

“Will … defeat you …”

 

“You little fool. The last time I met you, I beat you and raped you like a whore. How do you expect to beat me? Look at you!”

 

Cutlass felt a foot prod at her thigh.. Sister Dragon leaned down, pulled her hair aside, and kissed her.

 

“Here’s what will happen.”

 

Groggy, Tina could only accept the hungry kisses and mocking words of her captor. Her mouth was slack and wet as the Dragon woman’s slick tongue darted in and out of her mouth. Her lips were yielding as the captor sucked them and traced them with her tongue.

 

“Your little friend Snare over there was made to pay for her transgressions. Look at her.”

 

She felt the Asian woman cup her face as though she was a disobedient child. She turned her face so that she could see Snare. The large-breasted heroine in purple was arched over a saw horse, her wrists bound to her knees, which were tucked up close to her overhanging breasts. Her booted ankles were lashed together. Her mouth drooled around a metal ring. Her hair was pulled back in a tightly roped pony tail that was secured to a loop of rope around her waist. She was unconscious.

 

Again, tender feminine kissed captured Tina’s mouth.

 

“She was good. She fought like you. She lost like you. I humiliated her like I will you now. Do you understand?”

 

“Yessss…..”

 

Tina stayed there, drugged and helpless on her leash as Sister Dragon walked out of view. She heard some movements, some opening and closing of drawers, and the bound woman finally had a moment to process what was happening.

 

She remember that her first blow, and her first kick, had connected well with the surprised Sister Dragon. She remembered that she drove the enemy woman back through a wall, her heroine body fighting to win over the little assassin this time.

 

There was a loud grunt that poured out of Dragon and Cutlass scooped her up and threw her, slamming her down on the metal floor. Cutlass moved to take hold of Sister Dragon, and she was defeated.

 

For a split second, she looked in disbelief as the smaller woman scratched her. Four finger nails grazed her bare cheek, and suddenly the room was spinning.

 

“It’s a new little trick of mine. We put together … are you listening, Cutlass? Are you listening, sweety? You seem out of it. One of the things we developed in this lab a new poison to take down super whores.”

 

Tina remembered dropping to her knees. She remembered her limbs in their latex going limp.. She remembered being taken prisoner.

 

Now Sister Dragon was coming back to her. She was naked, the shaven skin of her crotch almost glowing in the harsh overhead light. Her hair was pinned up in a swirling elegant sculpture, chop sticks pinning it in place. She wore red, snake-skin high heels.

 

Cutlass’s eyes fell on the ivory handled knife that the Asian woman carried.

 

“Let me take care of those,” she said, crouching down beside the woman on the leash. Cutlass knelt, her head sagging, and gave herself to the mercies of the naked woman. She felt the fragrant assassin moving around behind her, and she felt the sawing pressure of a blade against her ropes.

 

It was very brief, and the woman in black and purple latex was free. She had cut the ropes, but Tina was still helpless. The drug was enough. It was enough to keep Tina nonresistant as Sister Dragon cupped her face again and turned it towards her.

 

“You have to be humiliated. That’s just how it is. I’m going to humiliate you more than I did the last time I beat you. Then I only fucked you. Now, you will be made to understand, truly understand, your place.”

 

She undid the leash and tugged. Tina responded like any beaten pet, crawling on all fours to the corner of the room. In her black and purple latex, she crawled. In her black mask and her tight, high-heeled boots, she crawled. With her long hair, now dark and pouring down in waves, she crawled to the little table that Sister Dragon had set up in the corner.

 

“Look up, Cutlass.”

 

Tina turned her eyes upwards to see Sister Dragon leaning down, smiling, her elegant hands holding a china bowl. She brought it down for Tina to see.

 

“It’s caviar.”

 

And it was. Tina found herself looking at an antique china bowl full of thick black waves. Sister Dragon scooped some up on her right index finger and brought it to her pet’s full, sensuous lips. Tina accepted and swallowed it.

 

“Do you understand what I want from you, yes?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

She gave the bowl of caviar to the kneeling woman in latex and turned around. She bent over placing one hand on the table, and slipping the other between her thighs. She started a slick action, only once looking over her shoulder at the heroine captive.

 

Tina moved forward on her knees, raised the bowl, scooped some out, and considered it for a moment. Tina used two fingers to fill the crease of the dragon woman’s ass with thick, black caviar. It clung in some places and oozed in others, but she continued to artfully pack the expensive treat into the other woman’s ass.

 

Once she was satisfied, Tina leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the juicy filling as Sister Dragon rubbed her own clit with her two middle fingers. The masturbation grew more frantic as the tongue of a collared woman slowly scooped caviar out of her ass.

 

She swallowed, and leaned in to eat more caviar out of the winner’s ass. Her face was stained with it, and it ran down her chin. Even as the firm legs shook and the Asian woman came in gushing torrents, Tina continued to lick and gulp until she had eaten the lion’s share of caviar. The tip of her tongue scooped out the last of Russian delicacy from the Dragon’s anus.

 

She sank back to all fours.

 

Sister Dragon turned around and looked at the submissive in latex.

 

“Good whore.”

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