Electo-Lass's Favorite Jeans
by Orb
At 2pm, it was nearly
impossible to get a parking spot at the suburban mega-mall in Doverville. As hundreds of teenage girls made their way
inside, a local TV reporter prepared to broadcast.
"This is Brigit O'Brien.
Behind me, you can plainly see over a thousand young women. Who are they
waiting to see? The latest boy
band? No. They're here to see the female psychologist who has started the
latest fashion craze. "
Girls cheer in the background
as the camera pans out. Brigit is
standing next to an attractive young woman in a sport coat and pink jeans.
"I'd like to welcome Dr.
Dana Verander."
"Thank you. Please call
me Dr. Dana."
"Dr. Dana, I referred to
your success as a fashion craze, but it's more than that, isn't it?"
"That's true
Bridget. It's a movement that promotes
healthy behavior, self-confidence, and, well,... having fun!" She smiled.
"You're talking about
your "Pure Princess" jeans.
You're selling thousands of jeans with a pro-abstinence label. But critics say you're giving a mixed
message. Should girls trying to refrain
from sex be wearing sexy clothes?"
"I disagree." Dr. Dana replied. "All I'm saying is that, in this era of sex-saturated media,
teen pregnancy, and STDs, abstinence is a healthy choice. And choosing chastity
doesn't mean that girls have to hide their natural feminine allure. Girls deserve to feel good about
themselves. We all want to feel like a
princess."
The young crowd erupted with
applause as a slender, bespectacled girl worked her way through the crowd.
"Dr. Dana, Dr. Dana...
My name is Kelly Sleuth. I write for
the Doverville High Gazette. I have a few questions about your
so-called..."
The girl was cut short by the
reporter. Dr. Dana was thanked for the
interview and, a second later; the camera light was out. The crowd parted as
Dr. Dana was led by her young assistant to a stage constructed at the center of
the mall's interior.
"Thank you girls for
coming. It's so wonderful to meet all of you...."
Kelly sulked at her failed
interview attempt. The press of bodies
on either side of her was making her claustrophobic. She took out her pad and pencil and made notes on Dr. Dana's
speech for her article.
On the other side of the
stage, a stunningly attractive blonde teen stood in the crowd. Eighteen-year-old Dyna Watts (a.k.a.
Electro-Lass) listened attentively.
Wearing a tight, navel bearing top, her lower half was snuggly fit into
a pink pair of low-rise jeans. A girl
accidentally bumped her from behind and received a nasty static shock. Dyna turned and apologized. She immediately rested her hand on a metal
drinking fountain next to her, thereby grounding herself.
"That should do it."
She thought to herself.
Dr. Dana cut the ribbon on
the latest branch of her clothing store.
The girls pushed their way into “Verander's” where everything was on
special. An hour later, Dyna was in the
parking lot with two fresh pairs of jeans in her shopping bag. The sound of worried onlookers met her ears.
"That's horrible. He's going to die! Somebody's got to do something!"
Dyna thought to herself.
"Someone's in trouble! This is a
job for Electro-Lass!"
A flash came from behind a
parked van and out stepped a masked girl in a skimpy two-piece, dark-blue
spandex costume.
"Electro-Lass" was inscribed in yellow cursive on her chest.
"What's going on?",
she asked.
An elderly couple standing
next to an SUV spoke.
"It's the middle of the
day and someone's left a puppy locked in their hot car. It's cruel!"
Dyna gasped. "That's
horrible. Stand back I'm going to melt
a hole in the glass so I can open the door."
From behind, a girl's voice
was heard.
"Or you can use the
slim-jim from my detective's tool kit."
Electro-Lass immediately knew
it was her crime-fighting colleague, Kelly Sleuth.
Soon, the puppy was rescued.
The negligent owner was promptly TASER’d by Electro-Lass upon his return and
hauled off by mall security.
"Thanks for the help,
Kelly." Dyna smiled.
"No problem. I‘m just glad the puppy‘s OK. That nice couple is looking after him."
Dyna studied her clever
friend's appearance. Kelly Sleuth
looked like she had stepped out of a clothing catalog from the 1950's. The titian-haired teen was dressed in a
white blouse, plaid skirt, short socks, and saddle shoes.
"What are you doing here
Kelly? I've never seen you wear jeans."
"You know me too
well." Kelly grinned. "I’m writing an article for the school
newspaper. I’ve been doing some
research into Dr. Verander's company.
I'm not to going to make any accusations... yet. But, I have a nose for these things and I'm
telling you something‘s fishy."
Electo-Lass bit her lip and
frowned.
"For once, I hope your
wrong. I love "Pure Princess" jeans.
Not to sound conceited, but I look soooo hot in them! I just bought two more pairs today. Fifty
percent off, Kelly. Fifty percent! "
Kelly gave an “Are you
through?” look, but Dyna didn’t seem to notice.
"And Dr. Dana is, like,
my idol. When I‘m really old, like 25,
I want to be like her." She added.
Kelly wrinkled her nose.
"Whatever. All I know is that a lot of girls from the
"Pure Princess" club are ending up on internet porn sites. My instincts are telling me there's a link
to Verander Inc. Can you come over to
my house tonight? I know how to hack
into their mainframe. I'm sure it'll
have the answers I seek. It'll be
fun. I'll make snacks."
Dyna looked at Kelly's
anxious smile.
"OK. I guess
so." She sighed. "But if we don't find anything, you
have to try on a pair. I've never had a
pair of jeans that were sooo tight, yet sooo comfortable."
"I'll stick to
skirts. Is 8 o'clock OK?"
"OK.
Whatever." Dyna spiritlessly
replied.
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That night, in Kelly's
bedroom, the girls sat in front of Kelly's pc, munching marsh-mellow treats.
"Please remember not to
touch my computer. With your powers,
you might damage the hard drive."
"I know. I won't." Dyna muttered.
Kelly typed furiously on the
keyboard.
"I'm almost in."
"So what are you looking
for?" Dyna asked.
"Information on Project
Cherry Tree." Kelly replied.
"What's that?"
"It's something I pieced
together from discarded shredded documents outside Dr. Verander's downtown
office. I also found a password
list. I‘m hoping they haven‘t been
changed yet."
"You, like, went into a
trash bin?"
Kelly continued without any
acknowledgement.
"I think Pure Princess
jeans are a part of Project Cherry Tree.
I can't prove it yet, but I think Verander Inc. owns and operates
Defiled_Princesses.com."
"But why?"
"Amateur porn is big
money. Virgins have been objects of
desire since the dawn of time. Pure
Princess jeans are today what the Catholic schoolgirl uniform was
yesterday. Dr. Verander created The
Pure Princess Club so she'd have a cash crop of innocent young girls. And when the pretty ones reach the age of
consent, they're harvested."
"This is sounding more
and more like one of your conspiracy theories."
"Is it?" Kelly huffed. "I drove an hour to interview Betsy Stevens. She's a beautiful, blue-eyed cheerleader at
a nearby high school. I'm mean she's
GORGEOUS. She could be a model.
On her 18th birthday, she was
walking to school. Suddenly, she began
to feel warm all over, especially... down there.”
Kelly gestured towards her
lap.
“That's all she
remembers. That night, she woke up on
her front lawn in her bra and panties.
The next day, she discovered
she was the latest "It girl" on the internet. Defiled princesses is
selling thousands of videos that show her stripping out of her cheerleader
uniform and performing numerous sex acts.
Her family can't stop them. They
have her on video willfully signing all the consent forms. Her reputation is shattered."
Electro-Lass stroked her
chin.
"That is weird. Do you think they're using some sort of date
rape drug?"
"I looked into that.
Betsy's toxicological tests came back negative. All I know is that, every other day, Defiled Princesses posts a
new barely legal girl from the “Pure Princess” club online. If we can find evidence of a crime, we can
stop them.... Yes!"
"What?!"
"I think I found
something. I found a file on their mainframe. Verander Inc. owns a secret
warehouse on the edge of town. I think we need to check it out."
Dyna bit her lip in
hesitation.
"What's the
matter?"
"Did you check the
weather? I thought it was supposed to rain tonight."
"What does that have to
do with the warehouse?"
"Well..." Dyna
stammered. "I sorta lose my, um, powers, um, if I.... get wet. Water and
electricity don't mix."
Kelly mouth fell open.
"Let me get this straight. Water,
the most abundant element on the planet, is your kryptonite. You can be depowered by a squirt gun?"
"It's not that simple,
but... yeah."
Kelly saw her friend’s
embarrassment.
"Well that's good to
know. If it looks like rain, we'll call it off. Let's go change into our
costumes."
"OUR costumes?"
Dyna replied.
"I have something to
show you." Kelly smiled.
Minutes later, she stepped
out of the adjoining bathroom. Kelly was dressed in a revealing, two-piece pink
costume with a short cape. Her top hugged her small chest and was adorned with
a figure that was a cross between the symbol of Venus and a question mark.
"Kelly. I don't believe
you. You won't try on a pair of jeans, yet spandex is OK?!"
"I'm not Kelly."
The girl detective laughed. "I'm 'Feminine Mystique' ".
"That is the corniest
superhero name I've ever heard."
"No! Don't you get it?
It's like from Betty Friedan."
"Who?"
"Never mind." Kelly
sulked. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's do it!"
Laughing, the heroic friends
departed on their latest adventure.
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Dr. Verander sat in front of
her desk computer. Her attractive blond assistant was leaning over her
shoulder.
“Do you think she took the
bait?”
"I'm sure of it. She found the warehouse address online.” Dr.
Dana laughed.
"I know Kelly Sleuth.
She would never turn down a mystery.
She thinks she can outsmart me, but she's just a silly girl. I've built a multi-million dollar empire on
silly girls.
When I was in college, I
never partied like all my roommates.
That’s when I got the idea for my "Ego-blaster".
Are you familiar with
Freud? The Ego-blaster unleashes high
frequency waves that wipe away the inhibitions of the mind’s ego. The animalistic sexual nature of the id is
then unleashed. It'll convert a shy
little girl into a sex-crazed nymph in a matter of seconds. The best part is that the id is
unconscious. Hours later, they don't
remember a thing.
My roommates discovered my
prototype, so I used it them. They
starred on my first porn site. That's
what happens to girls that get in my way. They end up with cocks in their
mouths.
I used the money I earned
from that site to fund Project Cherry Tree.
The crotches of Pure Princess jeans are laced with an undetectable
chemical that represses a girl's sex drive.
Over time, it seeps through their panties into their genitals. Pure Princess girls are 99.9% virgins and
guys are shelling out millions to see them stripped naked and fucked
online. One zap from my Ego-blaster and
daddy's little girl becomes an eager porn starlet. I’m making a killing in both the clothing and the porn
industry. Of course, no one can link
Defiled_princesses.com to me.
Now, it's time to branch out
and find a new market. With Mutato dead
and Prim and The Photographer behind bars, very few superheroines are being
humiliated on the internet these days.
The laws of economics state that lack of supply increases demand. I'm sure Miss Sleuth will bring the lovely
Electo-Lass along with her. Together,
they will help me launch my next internet venture, the world's wildest game
show. I've already found a host. Miss
Sleuth and Electo-Lass have no idea what's in store for them! ha ha ha"
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Kelly and Dyna stood in the
middle of the first floor of the warehouse.
"This place looks empty
Feminine Mystique."
Dyna bit her lip to suppress
a smile. However, she always stuck to
code names in the field.
"There's four more
floors to check out, but it appears that way. Wait. It looks like there's a TV
screen on the wall." Kelly
replied.
As those words, left her
mouth. The screen lit up. Kelly and Dyna were greeted by the sight of a
smiling, shorthaired blond girl in a mini-skirt. The sound of thick metal
panels slamming down over all the exits made the girls jump.
"What the...?"
Electo-Lass gasped.
"It's a trap!"
Kelly exclaimed.
"Hi! My name is Trixie.
Welcome Electo-Lass and, ah...,
Feminine Mystique to ‘The Supervixen Porno Challenge‘, the greatest live
internet event of all time. Tonight,
our young, sexy, crime-fighting contestants will face five challenging levels.
I'm holding two cases. Each holds 10
million dollars in cash. If you make it
to the fifth floor and defeat all five obstacles, you'll win your freedom and
the millions. Not bad, eh. If you lose, your true identities will be
revealed when you're stripped naked.
This warehouse is filled with tiny cameras. Thousands of horny guys are
watching you right now on the internet.
Hundreds have paid handsomely to view the competition here onsite. If you fail, you'll meet them when you take
The Walk of a Thousand Blowjobs.
Without further delay, it's time to unveil your first challenge. The
Supervixen Porno Challenge is underway.
Electro-Lass and Feminine Mystique.... Meet the Hydra!"
"This is insane!"
Kelly hissed.
"Prepare yourself."
Electro-Lass warned.
A wall panel opened. In no
time, the towering robotic monster was upon them. It was armed with nine, hose-shaped heads. One targeted Dyna. It unleashed a blast of water.
Dyna dived to avoid it.
"They know my
weakness!" She yelled.
Kelly ran to her friend's aid
while dodging a stream of cum-like goo coming from another head. Dyna had no time to get to her feet. The water hose had her in its sights
again. It fired, but Kelly's quick
footedness saved the day. The water blast hit her square in the chest. It gave
Electro-Lass the needed time to summon an energy ball and send it into the body
of the monster. The shorted-out robot
fell dead. Dyna thanked her dripping
friend.
"Thanks for the save,
partner."
"No problem."
Trixie's voice echoed
throughout the floor.
"Congratulations. You’ve passed level one, but four more
dangers lay ahead. Take the elevator to
Level 2. Good luck girls. You'll need it."
Not seeing any choice in the
matter, the young heroines stepped into the elevator. It took them to the second floor. In no time, they saw the second challenge. A spider-like robot was racing towards them
across the dimly lit floor. Its mouth
fired a series of sticky blobs.
"I'm hit!” Kelly cried.
"Me too!" Dyna
replied. "I'm pinned to the floor. I can't move my arms or legs."
Kelly and Dyna had been glued
spread-eagle to the floor. The victorious robot stood over them. From the loud speakers, Trixie voiced mock
pity.
"Too bad girls. It looks like you've lost. Now you're going to receive your parting
gifts."
Kelly watched as the robot's
pinchers pulled aside the crotch fabric of her spandex panties, exposing her
muff. A cock-tipped, metallic tentacle
emerged from the creature’s abdomen. It
positioned itself in front of her unprotected genitals.
"No! Anything but that!" Kelly cried.
A bolt of lightning struck
the creature. It collapsed before it
could strike. Dyna had burned through her restraints in the nick of time.
"You saved me Fem. I'm just returning the favor."
Up above, the TV screen came
to life.
"Wow. You had me on the edge of my seat.” Trixie gushed. “What a last second comeback!
The guys in the gallery are so disappointed. You are another step closer
to the millions. It's time to meet your
third challenge."
The elevator opened again.
When Kelly and Dyna walked out onto the third floor, a thick mist greeted them.
"I can't see anything,
but I hear something. It sounds like
small helicopters." Kelly said.
"Yeah..." Dyna
replied.
Electro-Lass did not see the
propeller cap descending from above. It landed on her head. Immediately, a
chinstrap clicked into place. Electro-Lass stood at attention with the
absurd-looking hat on her head.
Kelly turned and saw her
friend's predicament. But, before she could act, a similar cap landed and
affixed itself to her head.
"I can't move my arms or
legs."
"I'm paralyzed too,
Electo-Lass. What are we going to do?"
"Well, it looks like
you've met the Whirly-Caps."
Trixie declared. "Now it's
time for the penalty phase.
Electro-Lass. There's a tall
glass of water on a table near you.
Walk over to it and drink it down."
Like a puppet, Electo-Lass
walked with forced movements to the table.
“This cap is controlling
me. It’s like Simon Says!” Dyna lamented aloud.
Kelly watched as she bent
over, picked up the large glass of water, and brought it to her lips.
"Drink up
Electo-Lass. Or shall I just call you
Lass from now on."
Dyna complied.
"What's happening to me?
I feel funny." She moaned.
Trixie spoke up. "The
water you drank contained a natural cleanser and a powerful diuretic. It's removing, from your body, the compounds
that grant you your special powers.
Right now, I'm sure your bladder feels like it's going to explode. Do you see the drain hole in the floor? Pull off your panties and squat over
it."
“No, please don’t make
me...” Dyna pleaded.
Kelly watched as Dyna
helplessly tugged down and stepped out of her blue spandex bottoms. With the ridiculous propeller cap on her
head, the slender teen squatted so her bald pussy was just inches above the
black hole in the floor.
"Good girl. Now spread
your lips and piss your powers down the drain!"
Red-faced, Dyna reached down
and spread her labia with her thumb and index finger. A thick stream shot from her pussy as the helpless heroine peed
her amazing abilities away. Straining for all she was worth, Dyna emptied her
bladder in no time. The last few drips fell into the drain as a tear ran down
her cheek.
"Now be a good girl and
pull up your panties. To your left is
the entrance to the stripping machine. It will remove everything but your
masks. Those will come off last."
Kelly and Dyna struggled to
resist, but to no avail. Both girls promptly strode into the stripping machine
still sporting their controlling propeller caps. Robotic arms hastily tore off their uniforms. Kelly was lifted inches off the ground while
pinchers grabbed hold of her pink panties.
They were yanked down and off her ankles revealing her brown bush.
The guys in the gallery
cheered as two naked girls stumbled out the exit. Dyna was a well-toned, teen
goddess with firm B-sized breasts and smooth tan skin. Kelly, although somewhat flat chested, had
freckled white skin and girl-next-door looks.
"My costume and my
powers are gone!" Electo-Lass squeaked.
"But so are those mind
control caps." Kelly remarked. "We only have two levels left. We've got to keeps our wits about us. They’re all we have left."
Trixie's image smiled down on
them.
"Welcome to level 4.
Your next challenge awaits you girls."
Kelly and Dyna heard a
mechanical rumble. A rusty, half-size
replica of a WWI tank approached. Its turret took aim and fired.
FOOMP! FOOMP!
There was no time to react.
The projectiles struck the girl’s loins.
Thwap! Thwap!
The girls quickly recovered
and crawled back to their feet.
"What the..." Kelly
exclaimed.
Looking down, the girls saw
they were now wearing tight, black latex, low-rise, rubber panties. Attached to the panties and hanging between
their legs were large, realistic, flesh-colored, rubber scrotums, housing cue
ball sized testicles.
"I can't get them
off!" Dyna fretted.
Trixie chimed in.
"Sorry, girls. You got hit by the tank. Now you’re wearing PPP's: Pussy Pounding
Panties. They won‘t come off until you‘ve
been fucked and fertilized."
Dina's back stiffened.
"Something's pushing
into me."
"Me too." Kelly
grunted. "I'm tightening my muscles, but it's....it's.... going up into
me!"
Kelly and Dyna fell onto all
fours.
Trixie explained.
"Your undies have an
inflatable phallus built into the crotch.
When it comes up against a warm snatch in need of fucking, it springs
into action or shall I say... erection."
"Ugh!!" Dyna
grunted as her pussy was penetrated by the pernicious panties’ crotch-cock.
Kelly let out a whimper as
her hymen gave way.
Bzzzzzzz!!!!!!
Dyna moaned. “oh my god....
It’s vibrating!!!!” .
The girls gasped for air as
the diabolical dildoes worked themselves deeper and deeper into their
vaginas. Kelly's eyes fluttered in
ecstasy.
"It won’t stop
growing.... It‘s stretching me!
oh!" Kelly grunted. "How do we get out of this?"
The erections grew to full
length as the teen’s twats were impaled by the bulging boners. It was then that the pulsars activated and
the Pussy Pounding Panties lived up to their name. The sexually inexperienced girls felt the vein-covered cocks
thrusting back and forth inside of them.
Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup!
"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! oh
god! Ooooooh!" Dyna groaned and moaned.
Kelly’s lips curled as her
eyes rolled up into her head. The girls
rocked back and forth on their hands and knees with their ominous ball sacks
swinging between their sweat-covered thighs.
They could hear Trixie's mocking commentary.
"Look guys! Wow!
Those panties are really giving it to them. Think quick girls. Any
moment now, those big balls are going to make a major deposit into your love
nests."
Secretly controlling the
action, Dr. Verander smiled as she watched the unfortunate eighteen-year-olds
being ravished from her desktop pc.
With a smirk, she pressed control-P (impregnate).
Suddenly, the girls felt the
cock heads surge forward and press up against the entrances to their fertile
wombs. The girls had run out of time. Gurgling sounds came from their plastic
testicles. They contracted and send a gush of hybrid seed on a short journey.
SQUIISSSSSS!!! SPLORT!!!!
Kelly and Dyna felt streams
of warm sticky cum gushing into their uteruses.
They rolled onto their backs.
"Oh my god! It won‘t stop pumping! I‘m being inseminated!" Kelly moaned.
The girls stared down at
their pregger panties and watched them fall from view as their bellies began to
bulge.
"I’m knocked up
too! Ugh! My flat stomach is gone.
It won't stop stretching. I feel like I'm going to.... pop!" Dyna
whined.
It was then that the girls
saw Trixie standing over them with a cameraman. She helped the wobbly pregnant
teens to their feet.
"Too bad girls. You
almost made it. Let's remove your masks and announce your true identities to
the whole world!.... I give you Dyna Watts, formerly Electro-Lass, and Kelly
Sleuth, formerly Feminine Mystique."
She looked at the girl's
chests. Kelly and Dyna’s nubile breasts
had been converted to huge, sagging, milk-laden, banana boobs. They drooped over their enormous
abdomens. Trixie gave them each a
playful squeeze and laughed as spurts of milk jetted out.
"Boy, those panties sure
did a number on you guys. I guess they
can come off now.“
Trixie clapped her
hands. The panties immediately loosened
and landed with dull thuds between their feet.
“With all those strange new
hormones rushing about inside you, you're probably both quite horny right now."
Kelly and Dyna indeed felt
dizzy, dazed, and insanely horny.
Ashamed, they simultaneously gave quick nods. Trixie looked into the camera.
"Alright guys! We've got a pair of horny preggos coming
your way! Step onto the elevator
girls. You've lost your powers, your
costumes, and your cherries... It's time to lose your dignity and take the Walk
of 1000 Blowjobs!"
Dyna and Kelly waddled
forward. Trixie waved goodbye as the
elevator doors closed.
When they opened, Kelly and
Dyna saw a long, seemingly endless corridor.
Lines of six-inch holes dotted each side of the hallway. From each jutted balls and boners waiting to
be sucked on. Cameras were positioned
to broadcast their journey of degradation in its entirety.
Kelly and Dyna felt to their
knees on the soft carpet and pressed the first pair of thick, cock heads into
their pouty mouths.
Slurp! Mmmmm! Lick! Glorp!
Mmmf! Mmmmm!
Minutes later, upon receiving
their first facials, the cum-covered teens proceeded to the next set of cocks.
Mmmmm! Slurp!! Mmmmf! .....
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Trixie watched the action on
the TV monitor. She put a finger to her
earpiece. The voice was Dr.
Verander's'.
"Well done Trixie. Tonight was a huge success. Every heroine that gets in my way will soon
end up on my game show. And the result
will always be the same. They’ll be
stripped, impregnated, and end up performing fellatio ad infinitum. Kelly Sleuth and Electo-Lass were just the
trial run. That seed will gestate in
them for a couple years. They’ll serve
me well on all my teen preggo pornsites.
Soon, we’ll upgrade the obstacle course and find two more 'contestants' Good night, Trixie".
"Good night, Dr.
Dana."
Trixie looked up at the
monitor. Electo-Lass and Kelly Sleuth's
faces were splattered with cum. They
were fools to think they could overcome a mastermind like Dr. Verander. With ease, she had turned the beautiful teen
heroines into insatiable, cock-sucking preggo pornstars.
Slurp! Slurp!
Glub!!!!
Their multi-course meal would
continue for hours. Now, they worked
for Verander Inc. just like all the
other defiled princesses.
THE END.