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.