Taking The Sword Sisters

by Mr. K

 

The man captured all three of the sisters. All three, no problem.

It seemed effortless, the way he battled each of them at once. He barely broke a sweat, barely showed any strain, as he moved from one to the other with blinding speed.

 

He obviously knew who they were, what their powers were, and he obviously had no fear of them. He was there to capture three women as brutally as possible, and that's what he did.

 

He focused on Cutlass, Tina, first. He took a split second to look her up and down, a tall, lean woman with auburn hair in skin-tight black and white. He took a split second to smile at the sight of her high-heeled black boots, her white fishnet stockings, and the second-skin body suit of black and white leather with its white chess knight insignia. He took a second to admire her. Then, he struck.

 

An average-looking man in an average-looking business suit, he moved like a whirlwind. There was simply a blur as he wove around the shapely woman, confusing her for a blinding second. All of her fighting skill and magic gave way to a force that was more than she could possibly fathom.

 

And he struck.

 

It took only one blow, a stiffened finger striking one of her nerve centers. Her eyes widened, as a surge of pain rushed through every nerve in her body. She gasped, the feeling of her legs simply went away, and darkness closed around her mind. She battled it, trying to focus, her hands helpless reaching at thin air, The last sight was of her own red-painted nails reaching aimlessly at shadows. As Tina crumbled at his feet, he was already defeating the sister called Saber –   Tiffany.

 

The short, busty blond wore skin-tight silver hip boots, a neon-green bikini bottom, and a silver-and-green skin-tight top that seemed painted on to her ample bust. The gleaming costume and glowing blond hair made a lovely picture as the blond collapsed she fell across Cutlass's fallen form. A simple fist to the temple, done at blinding speed, had been enough to knock her out cold.

 

The last sister, the one called Brooke, did her best to keep up with him, moving and whipping around. Her eyes were narrow with focus and she felt herself becoming more and more determined to strike thus guy down.

 

The man strangled Brooke.

 

She was the one called Foil. He would enjoy this one. She was the one he had seen first, fixated on first, and she was the one who would be his work of art. She was the reason for all of this.

 

He lifted the tall, lean brunette up so that the toes of her high-heeled boots dangled a foot above the floor. The lean, sculpted, muscular legs trembled. The black-gloved hands reached at his wrists, and her body trembled in it's red, sleeveless, spandex body stocking. She made little, guttural choking noises.

 

She strangled. He strangled her.

 

Her eyelids fluttered, and she passed out in his fists.

 

He dropped her on the pile with her sisters.

 

He started into the next phase.

 

With a slow, joyful pace, with  gleeful grasping hands, he took hold of Cutlass' ankles and started dragging her from the room and down the hallway. Her sinewy, shapely arms dragged the floor, her hair formed a long auburn trail, and her face was a mask of silent defeat as he pulled the helpless woman to the next phase of his plan.

 

He had the sisters lined up in his bedroom. It was as average of a place as he was as average of a man. Bed. Night stands. Books. TV. Art. Lamps. It was neat, and clean. It had a feminine touch that told the captives that their new master must be a married man.

 

They'd woken up in his average basement, not tied or chained, and had only a moment of free will before the man waved a hand, and stole their minds from them. There was a sudden surge of some sort of power, and they suddenly knew that their bodies would not respond. Stretched on their backs in the dank basement, the three women could only wait and stare at the ceiling.

 

Tina, Tiff, and then Brooke – Cutlass, Saber, and Foil – now stood in his bedroom. They stood at rigid, military attention, their eyes wide and staring straight ahead. Each one was fighting, and losing, an internal battle to move, to fight, to do something. But it was no use. Whatever power had given this middle-aged, balding man the power to beat three heroines to the ground also gave him the power to make robots of his captives. Again, he took some time to just look at the women. He took some time to gloat.

 

"So these are the Sword Sisters," he chuckled. "Heard you were pretty powerful, pretty tough. Foil, I heard you were the worst. From what I heard, you could have used that power of yours to do me in in a New York minute."

 

He looked in to the vacant eyes of the tall, lean sister. He knew that somewhere in there, she was struggling to take control of her body. It tickled him that there was no way that she would be able to. He had the power of mind control. He would be able to compel each sister to do what ever he wanted.

 

"Yes...this is just how I pictured it. Perfect. This was my wish. Ok, I have something good here."

 

The sisters stood like three, shapely chess pieces as the man went into the night stand drawer and pulled something out. With his back turned, there was no way to tell what he was up to.

 

"Now, I know all about the three of you," he said. He was turning around and coming towards them now. "I know that you derive your powers from some old order – a secret order – of British noblewomen who practiced a form of magic, witchcraft, what have you. I know that you've never been defeated, I mean really defeated. And I know that Brooke is the conservative one, the sensible one. Right?"

 

He was approaching her, and toying with a huge, rubber cock. It was massive, black, and curved like a banana. It was as thick as a man's fist. It was connected to a belt.

 

"Brooke hates the idea of being out of control. Brooke hates having her fate decided by others, doesn't she?"

 

The dark-haired woman was silent. Something fumed in her, but she would never speak again if the man didn't allow it.

 

"Step forward, Foil."

 

Brooke, the heroine sister called Foil, stepped forward, and walked mechanically, until the man told her to stop. Now, the other sisters could only watch her from behind as the man went to work on her. Cutlass and Saber were helpless as the man knelt in front of their sister, and gave her simple orders.

 

"Raise a leg, now the other. Good girl. Step through the loops."

 

The sisters watched, helpless, as he pushed and fiddled, and maneuvered around her crotch until he was happy.

 

"There we go. Brooke, why don't you turn around and show your sisters what you have in store for them."

 

She shuffled around robotically until she faced them, the huge, black rubber cock sprouting from her nether region. A network of straps and buckles held it to the smooth contours of her crotch.

 

"Good. Now, let's see, I want Brooke's tits exposed, and I want Tina stripped down to only her mask, boots, and gloves. Uh, Tiff, why don't you just get down to those nice boots of yours. Oh, stuff your own bikini bottoms in your mouth."

 

Now Brooke watched as her sisters busied themselves tossing off and adjusting their costumes. Soon, Cutlass was getting rid of her fishnets, and zipping up her boots, while Tiffany was stuffing her own costume bottoms into her supple, red mouth.

 

"Good girls. Cutlass, crawl across the room like a dog, and get on the bed."

 

With her panties jammed into her open mouth, Saber watched as the auburn haired woman, her sister, Cutlass, fell to her knees. And them to all fours. and crawled like a dog to the foot of the bed. Her hair fell over her face, and the sculpted muscles of her athletic body moved and flowed as she went along like an animal, and crept up on to the smooth, cool sheets of the bed. They were satin, and a glowing white.

She crawled up, and rolled on to her back, legs spread.

 

"Go to it, Brooke."

 

There was nothing that could stop Brooke from walking to the bed, kneeling at its foot, and slithering up across the supine body of her sister.

 

That soft skin and those full, red lips were the ones she'd seen for years before they gained their powers, and for year afterwards. This was the girl with whom she and spent her childhood. This was the woman she had watched flirt and strut and go off to college to make every man around her go wild. This was her sister. She knew that that smell, that sweet skin, and fragrant hair were those of her sister. 

 

Now, she was being driven by the man's will, and her nipples were growing harder. She could feel her body quickening as her breasts rubbed over Tina's skin.  Her pussy quivered.

 

"Do it, Brooke. Fuck her. Fuck your sister."

 

Brooke's wet lips locked around her sister's, sucking the full lower lip, pulling it into her mouth, She turned her head, slipping her tongue in, fitting her mouth to the helpless heroine's. Something in her tried to stop her, but his will was too great, and she devoured the mouth and neck of the other woman – her blood sister – in slick, wet kisses. She snaked her tongue into her sister's mouth, and rubbed Tina's swollen breasts.

 

Both women were growing wet, and Brooke's hips began to buck and grind against Tina's. She was suddenly hyper-aware of the huge prick that she wore. It was as though a power, a rippling urge was surging through her and into the toy.

 

"Now, fuck your sister, Brooke."

 

Brooke adjusted her hips, and drove into the woman below her. Cutlass's thick, sopping wet pussy lips surrendered as the big tool opened her up, and nestled deep in her vagina. Her body shuddered, and she would have screamed, but the man had decided that she didn't need a voice just then. 

 

There was a wet, thick, kissing sound as she pulled back, and entered, and pulled back, and thrust, again, into her sister's twat.

 

"Wrap your legs around Brooke's waist."

 

She did it, wrapping her legs and locking her high-heeled boots as her sister's rhythm picked up the pace.

 

"Harder."

 

Brooke struck harder into her sister's drooling pussy.

 

"Faster."

 

Brooke moved like a piston into the deep, pink cavern. Sweat began to glow on her skin.

 

"Tina, you may come."

 

The screaming sounded more like torture than ecstasy, but the man knew that waves of pleasure were ripping Cutlass. Her muscles twitched, and she trembled below her sister's lean frame.

 

"Good. Now, Brooke get up, Tiffany, get on top of Tina, and Brooke, fuck Tiff up the ass."

 

Like clockwork, three helpless heroines did as told. Brooke stood by, her fake cock glistening with her sister's pussy juices, and the large-breasted Saber climbed on top of her well-fucked sister. She mashed her big breasts down on the large, swollen tits of her sister and waited.

 

"Do it Brooke."

 

The dildo was wet from Cutlass's pussy, but still burned as it opened Tiff's tight little asshole. She would have screamed, but the man didn't think she needed a voice just now.

 

Saber had been fucked in the ass by the villain called Snakehead, only days before. He had knocked her out with his energy blast, full in the face, and thought that she was alone. As he loomed over her, he let down his guard, taking the time to play with her body, spank her, pull away the bottom of her costume, and finally bend her over a crate, her bare ass up, and ready for violation.

 

As he began to fuck her, the other two Sword Sisters showed up, and ended it.

 

Now, one sister was the anvil, and the other was the hammer.

 

Brooke drove into the sensitive hole up to the hilt of her fake cock, then back to the big head, then deep into the tight asshole of her sister again. With her bottoms in her mouth, and her eyes empty, Saber simply rocked with the fucking motion of her sister's cock.

 

"You may now scream."

 

Muffled, the scream was still a scream, as the ass-fucked sister finally let go with a piercing orgasmic howl.

 

The pile of defeated women was trembling and sweating, shaking and coming as the man knelt by the side of the bed.

 

"Thank you ladies. Now you will simply slip into a deep, dark, unconsciousness."

 

And they did, three sister heroines in a pile.

 

It seemed only right to spend some quality time with Brooke. He had no reservations about admitting that he had fixated on her, and that controlling the control freak was a special joy. She was the reason for all of this, after all.

 

But what to do with the sisters? He didn't want Cutlass and Saber to feel left out. He slowly paced around Cutlass, who now wore only her mask, gloves, and boots. Her nipples were still hard, and the big lips of her pussy were puffy and swollen. Brooke's bite marks were all over her body.

 

"I loved watching that," he smiled. "You were perfect. I love how empty you look right now."

 

Her eyes still stared off into the distance.

 

"I love the helplessness."

 

Next to her, Tiffany, Saber, still held her crotch-damp bikini bottoms in her mouth. They were sodden now, but he loved the way she looked with her full lips open and wrapped around the wad of material. That wadded material, and the gleaming hip boots were all that was left of her costume.

 

During the hours of fucking and domination he had forced Brooke to mete out to her sisters, somewhere amid the forced pussy eating and the beatings, he had shoved a small, curved dildo up Tiffany's ass. The leather loop hung between her firm, round buttocks. Tina had something similar; the end of a long string of pearls hung from her ass.

 

Both beaten sisters stood rigid and helpless.

 

"I have to keep you two occupied while I get the other one to talk to me."

 

 

He had just the thing. He went into that night stand drawer again, and retrieved one of his proudest possessions. Thick as beer bottle, detailed with veins, and bumps, sporting a gigantic, thick head on each end, he held a massive double-headed dildo up for the sisters to see.

 

"Can you imagine how this will feel?"

 

He giggled, looking at the blank faces of the women. He was sure that, if they had been in control of their minds, they would have had powerful reactions. Now, all they could do was, stare.

 

"Can you imagine?"

 

He held it close, so that the women could smell the rubber.  He let the big, thick mushroom tips graze their tips. He rubbed the toy across the features of their faces. They let him, staring forward with dead, sullen eyes were a delight to him.

 

"Tina, get on all fours. Tiff, get on all fours. There you go."

 

With their minds in fetters, the women did just as told, asses in the air.

 

"Now, get ass to ass."

 

They did as told, slowly crawling back, high-heeled boots rubbing and interlocking, warm , moist, soft flesh pressing until the sisters were in just the right posture. The man positioned the huge, doubleheader between the two enslaved women, and maneuvered it. First, one of the big, black heads disappeared into Tina's pussy.  The long-legged woman shuddered and moaned as her pussy swallowed her end of the deal.

 

Next, Tiff's cunt absorbed the other head, the juicy lips seeming to pulse as she gobbled up her end. Her ass rose a little as she pushed back.

 

"Now, you two find a rhythm, work together, and fuck each other."

 

They did as told. Tina pushed back, Tiff shuddered, then responded. Her muscular legs worked, the sinew in her shoulders flexed, and she gave her sister and herself the big cock. Soon, there was no way to tell which sister was driving and which receiving. The captive heroines had a rhythm going, and it swept both of them along.

The man watched, and listened to the women, who he now allowed to moan. Moan and grunt. Saber's hair was long and blond, her sister's long and reddish brown. Both swept and bounced, flipping across the faces of the women.

 

The dildo was slick with pussy juices.

 

The man turned and walked to Brooke. She was standing, staring at a far wall. She was oblivious to the pulsing sex machine that was her sisters.

 

"Now, I can pay attention to you," he told the tall, lean woman in red spandex.  "Walk up stairs and get on the table."

 

Brooke did as told. She had no choice and she had no will. As two sisters fucked each other, the third walked to her own peril.

 

Lean and graceful, the captive reached the top of the stairs. To look at her you would only see a tall, nonchalant woman ascending the stairs.

 

She entered the room at the end of the hall and stood in front of the long, metal bed. The man entered behind her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

 

"Why don't you just climb on the bed, ok?"

 

 

Neon blue bands stood out against the shocking red of her spandex. One of the bands that held her down to the hard metal table was across her torso. It went just across her midsection,  just below her high, pert DD sized breasts. It seemed to glow against the neon red, and to ask you to look at the shape and size of Foil's perfect breasts.

 

One squeezed in around the woman's narrow waist, It was tight, and pinned her curvy middle to the steel of the table. Each athletic thigh got it's own strap. They were close together, held down with strong, blue material squeezing them against the slick, hard surface below. Another pinned her ankles together and held them down. Each wrist had its own cuff holding her tanned, defined arms down by her sides.

 

Brooke's body suit was sleeveless, and high-collared. It had a T-type racing back, and was as sheer and close as a metallic, red second-skin. It had a wet look to it, making her lean , busty body seem to almost glow. It adhered to her frame, celebrating every defined cut and line of her toned body.

 

He had given her mind back and she was trying her best to struggle against the bonds. It amused him. He hadn't allowed her to have her strength back, so it was futile. She was as helpless as a kitten.

 

"Do you understand what's going on?" he asked. She ignored the question, deciding to instead try to budge the bands that held her. They would not move, and he would continue to taunt her.

 

"You're wondering where your sisters are, and you're wondering how I was able to take complete control of all of you."

 

Brooke released a final exasperated gasp, and let her head sink back. She was a captive.

 

"In due time, you will understand everything."

 

His hands closed around her breasts.

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