Taking The Sword Sisters

by Mr. K

2.

I entered the room in my human form. I am Indian when I am human. I am tall, dark, very fit, and I dress in the clothing of the modern human bhraman class. There is something about these designer clothes and the smooth speech of a good education that tells humans that you are a "good man."

 

I am not a man. I am Rakshasa.

 

I looked down at the sisters, Cutlass and Saber fucking each other with the double-headed dildo, and I smiled. This night was going better than I had planned.

 

I had picked out a good minion, given him good powers, and he had collected what I had wanted. In fact, he had done the actual work of the evening. I had been tending, largely, to pleasure.

 

I licked my lips and swallowed as I watched them. I could still taste Night Star. It had been almost half a human day since I had tossed the woman in the black, skin-tight body stocking around like a rag doll, beating her and taking her, but I could still taste her. My cock got hard again when I remembered the sight of her flying across the room after just one of my blows, her head snapped back, brilliant red hair flying. She tumbled into a stack of oil barrels, head down, stocking feet in the air. I lifted her from the floor with one hand, by her throat, bringing the woman to her knees.

 

As I watched the two captured Sword Sisters grinding and driving their asses back against, their big breasts shuddering, I shook my head and smiled. I loved large-breasted heroines. Night Star had large, high, very firm tits. When I had her on her knees, my hand crushing her throat, her tits were thrust forward and her back was arched. I could see how gorgeous they were, and I loved that moment.

 

She struggled to breathe, and I loved that moment. Two hands in skin-tight black gloves came up to my hand, but couldn't pry me loose. She was powerful woman who gained her strength from a force that she encountered in space as an astronaut. She was athletic, curvy, busty, and red-haired. She wore a footed, gloved second skin of black that shimmered with a slight dusting of starry spangles. Ever so slight.

 

She was helpless, on her knees and dying in my grip.

 

"Can't breathe? Why don't you fight me off?"

 

I brought my cock out of my pants and let the long, hard meat drop on her up-turned face. She had pert, succulent lips and a perfect little up-turned nose; my big meat smothered her features.  My cock grew and grew, becoming just thick and wide enough to fill the woman's windpipe. I let go of the weakened heroine's throat just as my cock was snaking itself, forcing itself between her lips. Those lush, red lips spread wide, though they struggled against my massive head, gave way and opened wide. She gagged as my organ filled her windpipe.  She tried to bite, she tried to thrash her head, but she was stuck there, my organ raping her mouth.

 

There was a brief struggle, her hands pushing and her big breasts shuddering, then she slowed and slumped, and slid to the floor. I denied her air.  I asphyxiated her on my cock.

 

The arms went slack, dropping heavily to the athletic woman's sides, and her eyes took this distant, empty gaze. Big breasts still thrust up and forward, muscular thighs still flexed, the woman's body drained of resistance. She blacked out and slumped to the floor.

 

I picked her up like an object, one hand between her thighs and one under her arm,  and carried her to a group of boxes that lay off to my left. I laid her out, face-down. Her limbs were motionless and heavy, her head sagged down.

We were in a warehouse full of junk, cast-off from people's cleared-out houses and the throw-away bit of their lives. I looked around, seeing all of the lamps and chucked-out electronics, and my mind wandered back to a trick I'd used on Gold.

 

I blinked, and the cords started to move like snakes. They slithered towards the motionless woman, some joining forces to coil around her right wrist. They worked  together, snapping tightly around her wrist and pulling hard, stretching her arm out from her body.  Another coil trapped her left ankle and stretched. Those strong, sinewy, well-defined muscles stood out in her black-clad legs.

 

Another had her left wrist, and another had her right ankle. Face-down on a bed of boxes, Night Star was stretched spread-eagle, face-down, legs wide open. She groaned, painfully coming out of her strangled state of darkness as her body was presented in a tight, stretched-out sprawl.  She raised her head, thick, red hair falling away from her face.

 

"Ok..."  Her voice was hoarse as she talked into the darkness. I was behind her, but she knew I was there, and spoke out to me.

 

"You have..."  She squirmed. "You have me."

 

I studied the narrow curve of her waist and the perfect round curve of her backside.  I studied the muscular curves of her legs.

 

"You have a ripe, perfect body, Night Star. I'm looking for something different in terms of powers this evening, but I have a treat for you all the same. I'm going to move on, but I want you to have this. You are weakened by UV light, right? It drains your powers, right?"

 

I summoned up, I crafted,  a smooth, glowing javelin of UV light. It hovered in front of me, glowing and pale, its head blunt and round. I thought about the pucker of Night Star's tight asshole under her second-skin costume.

 

The light projectile heard my thoughts, and aimed itself at her ass. The helpless redhead must have sensed it, but she didn't tense or beg me to stop. With her ass cheeks spread by the way she was tied, the woman was exposed and helpless, so she simply waited.

 

When the light spear plunged into her she screamed. Insubstantial enough to pass through her costume, and real enough to enter her the light weapon entered her anus and slowly turned and spiraled into her body. I heard her gasp, her head rearing back, her eyes wide.

 

Soon, that lean and sculpted body was accepting the probing, pumping staff up the ass. The woman moaned, impaled on the light shaft. Her head sagged down again.

 

"I'm going now. Enjoy that. I'm going to have some more appetizers, then I'm going to get down to spreading my seed."

 

I kissed her moist forehead and left her in the remote and lonely storage facility.

 

As I approached Cutlass and her sister, in the modest suburban home, I smelled my left hand, and then my right. The first was Thunder Storm, and the right, that was Alley Kat. The juices of each were mingled, of course, but my senses allow me to simply sniff and discern what is what. Are there three people walking together? I can sniff out which one ate what the night before. There were heroines that I touched and fucked a few hours  I can separate the tastes and smells from what they left on my body.

 

As I entered the house and walked (not floated, but walked like a mortal man) up the stairs, I sniffed my hands. Before I went to that average little home to finish my job with the Sword Sisters, and after I had Night Star, I was in an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. I was teaching Thunder Storm and Alley Kat about my powers.

 

"I am Rakshasa," I explained. I figured they knew who I was; they had come there to capture me. It was amusing and sort of sweet. As usual some superheroines who weren't as powerful as I had come to attempt to do me in. Gold and Scorpio were two of the most powerful superheroines in the world, and they usually fell to my powers and my cock. I knew that this would be amusing.

 

 

"Is there something I can do for you, ladies?" I asked. I couldn't help but grin. They thought of themselves as hiding in the shadows and moving around me in some sort of  tactically advantageous way. Both of them were freaks of nature; Thunder Storm adopted the powers of nature when her mother was electrocuted, and Alley Kat was the subject of a medical experiment. She was the one who lunged first.

 

As I watched her leap through the air, something occurred to me; this bitch didn't know just how powerful I was. She really didn't know who she was dealing with.

I looked at her in her ultra-sheer black catsuit with its white gloves and white boots, her blond hair glowing the dim room, and I realized that she thought that she thought that she could distract me.

The large-breasted woman, with her lean, muscular body, would have been more than a match for a mortal and she certainly would have distracted one.

 

I turned her to stone.

 

Her arms went stiff and snapped down sharply to her sides, those longs legs went rigid and locked together, straight, toes pointed. Her face was calm; she had no time to show shock.

 

She became a grey, stone statue in midair, and dropped.

 

She didn't shatter when she hit the ground, I made sure of that, I had no desire to damage this monument to my power. The tall, curvaceous statue simply hit the floor, rolled and rocked. She lay still, captured in stone.

 

 

As I was doing this, Thunder Storm thought of herself as striking me from my blind side. She struck with her electrical blasts, her yellow-gloved hands glowing as she sent a green flashing bolt into me. If I had been human, I would have burned. My flesh would have seared and filled the room with sickly sweet black smoke.

 

I am not human.

 

 I absorbed it.

 

I took it in and felt her power pulsing in my body.  As I turned to look at the tall, brown woman I could feel this wild, angry energy running up and down my spine. Thunder Storm's costume made it look as though her body had been glossed with wet-look purple paint. It was low-cut, all the way to her waist,  exposing the cleavage of her exploding bosom and the lean definition of her abs. Raven hair framed her face, pouring down like liquid coal to her shoulders.

 

There was hesitation in her face when she saw my body glowing with her own power.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you trying to do thus?"

 

I pointed an index finger and gave it back times five-hundred. I gave it back, plus all of the electrical power that was flowing through the city for a split second. I gave it back, plus all of the energy on the eastern seaboard of the country, for a split second. I gave it back, plus an odd cloud of cosmic energy that was floating by the planet at the moment.

 

All of the citizens of the city only noticed that the power blinked for a second.

 

 

"What's wrong, Thunder Storm?" I laughed, "Can't absorb that much energy at once?"

 

My words fell on deaf ears. The woman's long, lean body was sprawled out, on her back, one arm across her face, one flung out to her side.  Her legs were spread, knees up. Her big, high breasts heaved as she panted in her unconscious state. Just as I intended, she wasn't dead.

 

I turned her to stone. Now her arms snapped down at her sides and her muscular legs snapped tightly together. Her face was expressionless and her body a straight feminine line. Grey stone. I looked at the fallen Thunder Storm. I looked at the fallen Alley Kat, both turned to stone.  It was all working too well.

 

I levitated both women into the air, side by side, and floated them into the next room and snapped my fingers. I changed them back.

 

Now they were both flesh-and-blood, now they were both wide-awake.  Now they both stood stock-still in the abandoned upper floor of that moldy old house.

 

"This would be a hell of a place to die," I whispered to them. "It would be a real shame, but...."  I sighed. "If I decided to end this superheroine game that we play and just turn you both to dust I could. If I wanted to transport you so far into a distant galaxy that you were never seen again, I could. Tonight, though, I will simply indulge and move on. I have siring to do."

 

They were expressionless statues. They were tall and curvy. Both had pert, full moist lips, much like Gold's. Alley Kat was blond like her as well, only with a more sun-bleached quality. She wasn't as tall, either; Gold was a long, lean six-footer. Alley Kat was close, though, probably standing about five-foot-ten. Thunder Storm was up there with her, standing tall and statuesque with coal-black hair tumbling down across that striking purple skinsuit.

 

Both looked like models right off the cover some women's fitness magazine – defined and muscular.

 

I played with Thunder Storm's hair. It was shoulder-length, black, and thick. The sweet smell of it and the heat of her body welcomed me.

 

"I'm looking for magical heroines tonight. You see, it's time for me to lay my seed in a magical womb. You two are freaks of science, not magic. You aren't really useful to me. Well, you are useful, but not for my main purpose today. We'll just play a bit, then I'll be off."

 

I paced around them again, coming to stand behind Thunder Storm. I sent a mental message for her to bend over, and she did, bringing her firm, round hindparts up in the air and grasping her ankles. The river of coal-black hair poured down to meet the floor.

 

I passed my hand over her, and the purple costume material that covered her ass and crotch vanished. I wanted her cunt to be wet, and so it was. Thick, juicy lips protruded, a dew glistened on her long pink gash.

 

"Maybe Gold told you about my powers," I laughed.

 

I took hold of the purple-clad heroine's hips and adjusted her a bit. Just right. There.

 

"Just a bit of fun," I smiled, my cock freeing itself from my pants and beginning to seek Thunder Storm's cunt.  On that day, I made my cock as thick as a rolled up newspaper. I let it move on it's own, pulling itself toward the pungent moisture and heat of the helpless woman's sex. She had a big, dark pussy, and it was soaking wet.

 

I looked at Alley Kat, who was staring into space. Hypnotized, she swayed a little, just a bit. I loved that.

 

"Alley Kay, why don't you just unmask yourself and go sit in the corner to masturbate? Go on, kitty, play with your pussy."

 

With that same lush, robotic walk that Gold had when I took her will from her, Alley Kat walked to the cluttered corner and sat down heavily on a ratty old easy chair. She slid her thumbs up under the mask and pushed it up and into her blond curls. Now, I could see clearly how delicately perfect, how high-cheekbone-beautiful she was.

 

She spread long, muscular legs. Her costume was sheer, and the outline of the thick, long lips of her big cunt – her juicy unshaven mound – were visible through it. She grabbed her pussy with both hands. She spread the heavy, moist lips with one hand, spreading her sex wide in the tight, black material, and frantically rubbed the juicy, tender gash. She rocked her head back and forth, taking in the rhythm of her masturbation. Rubbing, rubbing long fingers took long up-and-down strokes in the heroine's sex.

 

"Good, Alley Kat, now watch while I fuck your friend."

 

I turned back to Thunder Storm.

 

The massive head of my prick began to rub itself against the puffy dark lips of Thunder Storm's sex. It grew longer and wider, twisting itself like a corkscrew as it worked its way into the coffee-toned woman.  I heard her breath shudder, felt her body tremor, and soon a long, high-pitched whine came of her. I felt her cunt accepting me. It surrendered, opened, and gushed with juice as my bigness entered her.

 

She screamed.

 

I showed her my power, as I had shown Gold, by creating a second cock, as big as the first, It sprouted from my body and plowed, corkscrewing its way, into her tight, little asshole. Now the mind- controlled woman truly knew my power. I started a rhythm, pumping one then the other, into her pussy and ass. One, then the other. Alley Kat bit her lower lip and started to moan as the wave of her orgasm swept her away.  Alley Kat watched and came as my semen gushed and overflowed Thunder Storm's sex holes.

 

"Why don't the two of you get down on all fours and lap that up, huh?"

 

I left the two women down on all fours, dragging their tongues through the huge pools of steaming cum that had pooled on the floor.

 

Hours after I subdued Alley Kat and Thunder Storm, I was standing over my magical sisters. The first two were doing well; ass-to-ass they were driving each other with a two-headed dildo. It was slick and shiny with cunt juice, and they both grunted and huffed as they worked.

 

"I'm so glad to see the two of you loving each other as sisters ought to. Here, have some of this."

 

I pulled out both cocks, long, stiff and pulsing. I stood just above the women, and I rained on them. It was a shower of white pearly gobs that struck them like a storm; cum drops stung their skin as I christened them.

 

"Don't mind me," I said. Now they were turning their faces up and opening their painted mouths. Somewhere in the mind control that my minion had used on them was a message to get my seed into their bodies.

 

"IÕve been looking for heroines tonight. You see..."  I paused, watching the streams and salty pearls cling to their hair, skin, and costumes. I saw Saber capture a decent mouthful and gulp it down.  She closed her eyes as the liquid hit blinded her. "You see, magic needs magic. When I have a need, when my power is at a turning point and it is time to increase my strength I seek out magical bodies to assist me. They act as platforms. When I needed to transport myself to another dimension, I used Gold's body as an alter."

 

Now it was Tina – Cutlass – who caught a mouthful. She captured it in her mouth, squeezing her pouty lips shut. It overflowed, running down her chin. The sisters still pushed back against each other.

 

"Now it is time for me to plant my seed. My magic must proliferate. I will use your sister, Foil...Brooke. She will carry my seed, and you two will make it all possible."

 

I looked down at them. Tina face was simply a mask of white.

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