SNARE VIII

SNARE

by Mr. K

They righted me. They turned me so that my head was above my feet, and my blood no longer pounded in my ears. I’m not sure how long I hung upside down listening to them talk about the alien DNA in my body, and how they were going to do with me what Awe did with Gold and what Humiliatrix did with Mystic – keep me and use me. After a while, after the arrival of the African scientis’s buddies, and the conversion of the lab into a party space, the pretty girl in green unhooked me and kept me right-side-up.

It was the girl in green who saw to me.

“We’re keeping you,” she said. She wasn’t gentle as she pressed me against the frame, but she wasn’t going out of her way to hurt me. I was an important piece of equipment, and she wasn’t going to damage me.

“We’re going to do so much good for humanity with what we have extracted from the three of you, but especially you. You are a Godsend.”

She leaned in and kissed my lightly, her lips pressing and massaging mine.

“They will inject me, treat me, with material from your body. They will improve perfection.”

“I barely understand what that alien presence in my body is,” I said. I spoke as an older woman trying to guide a misguided younger one. “There’s no telling …”

She stifled my words with the slick invasion of her tongue and the hungry pulsing of her mouth, She closed her eyes like a passion-swept teen-aged girl and moaned as she drank me. Bound in a spread-eagle, my body against the steel frame and UV light sapping my strength, I had to let her force the kiss into my mouth.

Her hands found my breasts.

My eyes were still open. I looked over her shoulder at myself in the glossy, chrome surface of one of the few remaining examination tables. It had been done up with a lace table cloth, but enough was uncovered so that I could see myself. My long red hair was swept down across one shoulder, hanging over my right breast. My body was just as I’d felt, spread and pinned in a spread-eagle on a metal frame.

I squirmed my wrists around just a bit, feeling what I could of the make of the cuffs. They were thick and tight, with a sort of lining in them. There was a strange familiarity to them, and I paused, and I waited until the words came to me.

“Vixen is in this with you. She’s a guiding force in all of this.”

A smile, crooked as it was, crept across the girl’s mouth.

“Very good.”

“These cuffs, those tools on the tray … this is her hardware. You’re in with Vixen.”

It had been like this before – me stretched out and cuffed on a frame in these same metal cuffs, in a lab, my body assaulted by UV radiation. I remembered a thick cuff around my neck and another like a belt around the curve of my waist in addition to the four that held me in place. I’d been gassed that day, and I was prisoner of the scientist who called herself Vixen.

Just like these people, she was obsessed with my body and the forces housed in it. She took needles full of my genetic material and probed every inch of me. I wasn’t the true center of attention, though.

The center of attention was her sister, the heroine Alley Kat.

Large-breasted and wide-hipped, curly blond hair surrounding her face, Alley Kat lay on the floor. I remember noting how her black, skin tight costume was similar to mine. She didn’t have the he light dusting of starry spangles, and I didn’t have the space cut out above the cleavage. Her hands were tied behind her back.

“You know that my sister here carries some pretty special genetic material, as do you.,” she said.

“I’m going to use both of you.”

Again, I was in the same situation. I was clamped in and waiting to be used.

Somewhere along the way the girl in green, or one of them, had slipped some sort of UV suppository up my ass. It was probably the same person who put a new UV pulsing strobe in my vagina. Whatever was the case, I was weak, she was making out with me, and the scientists were starting to gather.

“Don’t damage her,” said the one who was drinking port.

“Oh, she’s not damaging her,” came another voice from the group.

My nipples were hard in my second-skin black costume, and I found myself trying to work my limbs in the strict metal cuffs. The girl kept kissing me, groping me. She would have been a decent lover, actually, had it been a different set of circumstances.

“Part of you will be in me,” she whispered, pulling her mouth from mine. “We’ve going to be part of the same body. We will keep you, and keep you well. We will use you, and use you well.”

“And the others?” I asked her. She was kissing my neck and palming my breasts.

“Snare and Cutlass will be humiliated and thrown away.”

There was a new light in her eyes.

“They have to learn the evil of their ways. I’m sure you understand. They’re coming now.”

I’m not sure who gave the order, or who said that it was time, but the party started quite suddenly. Hanging on my rack, I watched.

Tina was done up like a whore. Her costume was the same, but her mask had been stripped from her, and her eyes and lips had been done up like an over-done prostitute. I would normally have been able to probe her brain, finding out exactly how beaten she was, but I was too weak.

Snare was slung over her shoulder. I could see the firm musculature of the blond heroine’s ass and legs in the slick, purple skin-tight material of her costume. I could see limp arms and blond hair swaying.

“Put her on the floor and lay down beside her.”

Tina did as told, kneeling and letting the other woman slide off her shoulder. She let gravity take Snare and arrange her body as it would, her legs splayed open, her head rocked to one side.

Cutlass spread her own supple latex-clad body down beside Snare.

I looked at them, two heroines, laid out side-by-side, and watched as the medical men folded over them like the ocean.

“First things first, let’s take care of those costumes.”

Laser scalpels were passed around like party favors, and the men hunched over the two prone women. These men were deft, and they knew just how to cut. They used the lasers to carve away pieces of the women’s costumes.

Two of them cut high on Tina’s thighs. With the lasers set just powerfully enough to cut through her costume and not her flesh, they carved her purple-and-black disguise into pieces. From the high-heeled boots to the skin-tight latex that encased her dancer’s thighs, she was still in costume. I watched her nipples appear, and the conditioned muscle of her lean body peek, bit by bit, through the rapidly disappearing costume. Soon, she was just a woman in heels, and latex stockings.

They exposed Snare’s big tits and her crotch. The job on her was artless – just an attempt to leave her exposed and vulnerable. I watched as her large dark nipples and the thick, moist vulva of her cunt came into view. Pieces of her costume joined the chunks of latex that had been shorn from Cutlass’ costume.

“Now that looks good.”

The girl in green was preoccupied with the carving, but her fingers still lazily stroked my cunt. Every now and then she would hit just the right spot, and I would gasp and shudder, ripples flowing through me. There was nothing for me to say, and there was nothing that I could do, so I watched and I waited as she played with my pussy and my fellow heroines were used as toys.

“You know, you and your friends have agonizers in your cunts. If one of you tries to escape or fight back, one of you will be in extreme pain, and the other will simply explode. Got it?”

I processed it for a moment. The deadly one might be in me if they wanted to keep my genetics from escaping. The deadly one might be in one of the other girls, leaving me to be recaptured. It was immaterial; I was cuffed to the frame and as weak as a kitten.

“I understand,” I said.

They put Jeannie on her knees beside Tina. Neither woman was tied. Neither woman had a dildo or a stick in her. Neither woman had a ball gag. They had been cleaned up, and their costumes carved up properly; the whores needed to be presentable. Their masks were gone. Their faces were made up.

There was a pause. Everyone just took a moment to consider the women who had to be punished. On their knees, their breasts exposed, they stared straight ahead. Neither had an iota of fear or distress on her face. Neither watched the men as they paced around them, undoing their pants.

“Open,” said one of the men.

“Catch the cocks in your mouths. No hands.”

Cutlass was leaning forward, her mouth gaping, her eyes open, as Sister Dragon moved behind Snare. Drugged, and beaten, with the threat of the agonizer in her sex, there was no need for the blond to be bound. Be that as it may, the Dragon woman again wrapped Snare’s own rope around the lean and defined arms. She pulled it tight at the elbows, again, binding the woman tightly.

“No hands, whore.”

Tina, Cutlass with no mask, parted her lips and leaned forward slightly as a wide, veiny male organ swayed close to her face. It slapped her cheek, she readjusted, and closed her mouth around the big, throbbing cock’s head. With her hands at her sides she moved her head back and forth, guiding her lips from the hilt of the cock to the head and back. Muscles in her neck flexed as her head bobbed.

The man moaned.

She made gulping sounds, but she worked the captive muscle of her captive neck and back, taking as much of the cock as she could. Her style was to cantor her head slightly to one side, then the other, hair falling across her face, as she gave head.

It occurred to me that she gave head much like I did. Men were rarely on my retinue, but I’d been forced on several occasions, and I found that I moved my head in the same way. My mind flashed back to the way I serviced Insurrection when he had me.

“Now, suck like a whore, or ….”

“I understand,” I said. I already knew the devastation that would erupt all around me if he didn’t get his way. He didn’t need to point out the bound women that he would destroy with his powers if I didn’t do as instructed; they sat tied to twelve chairs all around the room. They encircled the platform on which we stood.

“I understand,” I said to him that day, and I opened wide.

A big, square fist had locked around Jeannie’s blond tresses. Her mouth opened as her eyes closed and her head was yanked back. A big, dark dick hovered at the edge of her mouth for a moment. It traced her lip, plunged forward, and soon was stabbing to the back of her throat.

I could hear the guttural gagging sounds as Snare tried her best to consume a massive black cock. It was thick and wide, stretching her mouth, but she did her best to move the massive slab in an out. He reached the back of her throat, that was for sure, and she struggled to get a rhythm going.

“Look at them go. They do suck cock well,” the girl said. She was clinging to my vulva, and I was moaning.

Soon, Snare was able to move her neck and back, she as was able to her head rocking and pumping. With her arms bound, with her hair falling this way and that, she sucked his cock from her knees. Slickness glistened on the dark rod as her mouth traveled up and down and back and forth.

“Switch!”

The men switched position and the two women, side-by-side, were treated to two new cocks. I felt the electric shudders of my orgasm growing - slowly creeping up the backs of my legs. She was kneading my clit now, with a rhythm that was as gentle as it was relentless.

“Do you like watching them?” she asked. I said nothing, then winced as she pinch my labia.

“Yes, ma’am,” I gasped.

“Look at how Cutlass is taking that shaft; she knows just what to do. Oh, I really like how she swirls around the head and … oh, she knows what to do.”

Cutlass would let her lips cling and stretch out along the length of the shaft as she serviced the one that was using her mouth. She made some circles around it, then slid her mouth along the length again.

Now the girl was making circles in the swollen labyrinth of my vagina. She caught the exact rhythm that she wanted, and my head reared back in a shuddering gasp. The world went white in a warm gushing rain, and the juices shot out of me like a storm. My eyes closed when I screamed.

Again, Snare’s mouth was opened wide and her body convulsed as his big tool invaded her. The man reached down and pinched her nose shut as he rammed the penis to the back of her windpipe. He may have been enjoying the warmth and wetness of her mouth, but this was more about strangling her.

Insurrection did this also. He blocked my airway, choked me, pinched my nose shut and grunted as his salty load dumped down my throat. I don’t know if my face reddened the way Snare’s did, but it was clear that she was getting as much of a throatful as I did that day. The bound women watched as I came to the edge of drowning in the spume that gurgled in my throat and backed up into my mouth.

He let me fall forward, on all fours, my head hanging down, red hair touching the platform. Cum poured from my mouth, running in a steady stream from my lower lip, coming in spurts as I coughed and convulsed.

Cutlass fell forward in the same way, only to be pulled back up by her hair. The jism was overflowing her wide, sensuous mouth as Snare now took her turn to buckle and spit, gasping air and drooling cum.

Before either super woman was done with clearing her mouth or trying to breathe, they were full of cocks again. Both had hands gripping the sides of their heads, and a new organ was in each mouth.

The broad-shouldered man who clutched Cutlass’ head tilted her face up so that her eyes would meet his. Another grabbed Snare around the throat, adjusted her, and mashed his crotch into her face. Her body rebelled a bit, shuddering, but he held her in place and roughly stuffed his massive balls into Snare’s mouth.

From my perch I could see the just small portions of the woman in purple between his legs and just around his side, but she was clearly there, sucking his balls as best she could. They must have been huge from the way she gagged.

“Is that bringing back some memory? I feel more heat, maybe more wetness from that cunt of yours.”

I said nothing, but I could feel Insurrection’s huge nads shoved in my mouth again. I had been teabagged before, but these were so huge that I felt my gag reflex working overtime. That day, as Insurrection’s prey, my body was consumed with trying to free me of whatever was in my mouth, and I could tell that Snare was going through the same thing.

Cum still ran down her chin and gobbed on her costume as she sucked the man’s big sweaty balls.

My eyes shifted over to Tina, and I tuned into the man who was raping her mouth.

“Use your hands now.”

The half-naked heroine brought her hands up, cupping his balls and pinching the shaft between her thumb and forefinger. Now, her head moved with a new vigor; she was going to give a porn-quality blow job to her captor. Tina was sucking cock.

“Make me cum, or the agonizers go off.”

Tina readjusted her legs just a bit, shifting her weight, then sucked him in deeper going from the base of the cock to the huge head. She closed her eyes.

Minutes … agonizing moments … went by while Snare sucked her man’s balls, and Cutlass’ tormentor grabbed her hair. He shot a fresh load in her mouth. Part of the stream went into her mouth, and part painted her face as he pulled back and hit her with a powerful gushing plume.

Some must have gone directly into her right eye, as I watched her squint and recoil.

“Look at those beauties,” laughed Sister Dragon. She had a camera in her hands, and was professionally moving from side to side, filming the expressionless women as they serviced man after man. She leaned in close to Cutlass and spoke to the heroine as she stretched her mouth wide around a cock.

“She really tossed my salad earlier tonight, so I know she’s sucking that cock just right, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“Here’s what I want to see; I want to see whore number-one and whore number-two make out for a bit.”

There was a general agreement. There were applauds, and the girl was working a knuckle up against my clit. She smiled when my legs shook.

Both Tina and Jeannie were smeared with cum. Tina’s hands were free, Jeannie’s weren’t. Without being told, Cutlass, in what was left of her latex costume, crawled like a dog to Snare. On her knees, breasts thrust forward, arms straining behind her back, Snare opened her cum-coated mouth and accepted the other superheroine’s tongue. The semen was sticky, and as Tina ran her fingers through the other woman’s hair it played between their mouths like taffy. As their tongues darted back and forth, and their heads tilted this way and that, it formed strings and ran from the corners of their mouths.

The girl made a perfect little circle in my cunt, I screamed, and juice shot out of my vagina.

“I like the way you spurt,” the girl told me. She was tasting and smelling her fingers as the remainder of my juices squirted. My juice was soaking her fingers and clinging to her skin. I watched her tasting me from her hand as Snare and Cutlass were pulled apart, lifted up and placed, face down on the tables. The men all reached out to be the first to spread the athletic legs of the beaten women.

“They must be humiliated and discarded. You must be preserved,” the girl repeated.

I watched as the first cocks entered their soaked pussies.

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