**********************************************************************************

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, or if you are offended by sexual material like bondage, chloroform, discipline, foot fetish, knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, rape, time-stop fetish, or other sexual situations.

**********************************************************************************

Titanville's episodes are an on-going collection of fictional stories detailing the lives and times of superheroines in the great metropolis of Titanville. Although mostly standing on their own, the stories can hark back to previous happenings in earlier episodes. Thus, it is recommended that you read the stories in their sequential order:

Episodes 001 ~ 003: "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

Episodes 004 ~ 006: "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

The key word in the paragraph above is the word 'fictional'. Everything that you read in my stories is pure fiction and make-believe. However, in real life, bondage, chloroform, discipline, fetishes, rape, and sexual situations are dangerous and life-threatening. Chloroform is a very dangerous chemical and is especially life-threatening. Knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, and time-stop fetish as described in my stories simply does not exist in real life. Please do not confuse that which is fiction and make-believe with that which is real and dangerous.

**********************************************************************************

Episode 006 - "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Part 3) by Titanville

**********************************************************************************

Kirsten and Lynda slept soundly during their first night as employees and woke up refreshed for the new day. They showered and got ready for their first official day working at the spa. They dressed in their uniforms and went to the employee cafeteria and had breakfast. When they were finished they headed for the HR office. And Kirsten and Lynda were already in the HR waiting room when Gretchen arrived. They were fresh and clean and looked sparkling in their white tank tops, white micro shorts, and white flip flops. Both girls were surprised to discover that the flip-flops were extremely comfortable.

"We're ready to get to work!" Lynda said to her boss.

The same boss that she was finding that she had a little crush on. Okay, a big crush. And the feeling was mutual. Gretchen found Lynda's enthusiasm and sexual energy simply wonderful. She wanted to rip off Lynda's ass-hugging micro shorts right there and then and devour the teen's enticing sweet pussy, but that would have to wait.

"Great, I'll take you girls over into the spa and introduce you to a few of the supervisors. They'll 'show you the ropes', so to speak, and get you started." Gretchen indicated.

They all exited the HR wing and headed over to the spa. On the way, Kirsten commented on how comfortable the flip-flops were. Gretchen explained that they were custom-made for the spa to Winny's specs. Winny had desired that her employee's flip-flops be comfortable and relaxing. She had the manufacturers utilize a series of mini cloth-covered rollers imbedded in the surface area of the flip-flops. The rollers massaged the employee's feet while they walked. And the special cloth covering the rollers acted like a sponge and absorbed and retained the employee's foot sweat.

"Winny hates uncomfortable plastic flip-flops that have no essence to them." Gretchen further explained.

"Truth be told, Winny has a thing for good foot odor, but you didn't hear that from me!" the supervisor whispered.

"The flip-flops can get pretty stinky though so be sure to plop them in the washer if they get too rank!" Gretchen advised in her normal tone.

"Well, I think they're the most comfortable flip-flops I've ever worn." Kirsten replied.

Lynda agreed. When they were just about to enter the spa, Gretchen pulled Lynda aside and whispered into her ear.

"Don't you be putting your flip-flops in the washer. I want to smell those delightful feet AND flip-flops of yours at the end of each day!" Gretchen said in a heady aroused voice.

Lynda understood fully and gave a quick peck on her supervisor's cheek.

"I'll be waiting for you in the apartment to get you off when you get off!" Lynda whispered in Gretchen's ear.

Both of their pussies moistened with excitement.

"See you shortly after five o'clock!" Gretchen whispered in reply.

She felt like a naughty schoolgirl. And liked it.

*******

All three girls entered the spa and Gretchen introduced Kirsten and Lynda to Randy and Tilley, the first-shift day supervisors.

"I'm leaving our two newest and most beautiful employees in your care today. Please show them the ropes as part of their first official day working here at the spa!" Gretchen said enthusiastically as she then waved to the beautiful blondes as she turned to head back to her office.

Randy and Tilley greeted the new employees warmly and then took the girls on a tour of the machines and devices around them. Both Randy and Tilley emphasized safety as they were introduced to each training station. The spa supervisors told the girls not to panic and that they would grasp everything in time. The spa supervisors also reminded the girls that they were all there to help and service their customers in any way possible. Sometimes their support may be an encouraging word to get a customer through some straining exercise, or perhaps it might be acting as a gopher and refilling a water bottle or getting a dry towel. Maybe their service might be highly individualized and include very special support. The supervisor's eyebrows arched when they said 'very special support'. Both teen beauties nodded their heads in acknowledgement and understanding.

They walked around some more and came to a beefy man at one of the mechanical weight stations. He was pushing and lifting 300 pounds with his legs. His helper was counting down and had just called out 'six'. The man had five more lifts to complete but was tiring quickly - his forehead was sweating profusely. Lynda and Kirsten joined in on the call like cheerleaders.

"Five... That's it, just four more. You can do it! ... Show us those... Four! Show us those muscles! You can do it!! That's it...just a little mooore...three!! Just TWO more, come on now! Just two more little ones... TWO!!! Great! Just one more!! You're just about there, come on, make it hurt! And...ONE!! You did it!!!" the girls cheered.

They provided a dry towel to the man and gave the lifter a kiss on each sweaty cheek for his efforts. The lifter smiled at the supervisors like he had just won an Olympic medal. Not for lifting the weight, but for receiving the kisses. Randy and Tilley clapped for their customer and for their new employees' great attitude.

A little further down, they came across a female who was running the upraised jogging track that encircled the large room. She had stopped and seemed in pain from a calf cramp. The teens hurried to the customer and Lynda held the woman while Kirsten investigated her calf. Kirsten gently massaged the women's lower leg and gave her unopened bottle of water to the women so she could hydrate. They helped move the woman to a chair as they acted like crutches, letting the woman rest on their shoulders as she hobbled to the seat. They comforted the woman as they waited for the nurse. The woman thanked them for the water and gulped it down. Kirsten continued massaging the woman's calf, trying to work out the knot. The woman had relaxed and felt better since sitting with the girls. The nurse finally did arrive and further inspected the woman's leg and asked questions. The nurse diagnosed a normal cramp and advised the woman to rest up for a bit and continue hydrating. The nurse thanked the two new employees for their great support and attention.

The morning flew by for the girls as they continued to help when and where they could as they became indoctrinated into this area of the spa's daily workings. They were allowed to go have lunch in the employee cafeteria and then the girls returned to the spa. During the afternoon, Kirsten and Lynda continued their support in the spa as a slightly different clientele was present. While many of the morning patrons were hard-core athletes and exercisers, many of the afternoon customers were business types taking long lunches. They were at the spa to let off steam from busy and cranky mornings. As the clients lifted weights or ran on treadmills, most only wanted fresh water or dry towels. That, and friendly listening ears to hear their business burdens or cries about frustrating mornings. Later in the afternoon, Randy noticed two familiar patrons in one of the warm-down rooms. He took the girls to the long-time members and introduced them. Randy was eager to see what these two new employees were made of and left Kirsten and Lynda alone in the room with the athletes. He closed the door behind him when he left the room and placed an 'Occupied' sign on the doorknob.

The athlete's names were Ben and Steve, they were boxers and were just about to end their long workouts with a warm-down exercise. Their favorite way to warm-down was to jump rope. It helped with their stamina and also helped with their leg speed. Lynda and Kirsten watched in fascination as Ben and Steve proceeded to jump rope to wicked speeds for the next fifteen minutes. It was like the proud boxers were showing-off for their sexy spectators. They would slow down and then speed up and then slow down again. They would alternate their steps to the point where it looked like they were simply walking through the rapidly rotating ropes. The speed of the ropes made a loud whirring sound as they rotated. It was quite entertaining. One particular entertaining aspect of the exercise was that each boxer got sweatier and sweatier as the minutes passed. And then Kirsten and Lynda quickly came to the conclusion that the athletes were showing-off something else. As the minutes ticked on, their penises were getting bigger and bigger. The men couldn't help it. Before them were two gorgeous girls watching their every movement in complete awe and fascination.

By the time they stopped jumping rope, their erections were quite noticeable in their wet and sweaty trunks. Kirsten and Lynda rushed up to them with cold bottles of water and dry towels. As the girls rushed up, the boxers peeled off their sleeveless shirts, revealing bulging sweaty chest muscles. Ben and Steve reached anxiously for the bottles of water and started gulping the refreshing liquid down. Kirsten starting wiping down Ben with a towel as she moved her arms and hands over his chiseled back, arms, and torso. He was solid. Lynda began wiping Steve down and couldn't help notice that her hands met solid man muscle. She wondered playfully if his hard muscles could reflect bullets. She said so to the muscled boxer and Steve blushed.

Both men then spread their legs and put their hands on their hips, as if to stay 'don't forget to wipe our impressive lower muscles'. The girls stood back and took in the sight of their superhero stances and also the sight of their impressive lower muscles. They returned to the men and lowered themselves to their knees to wipe their pelvises and powerful legs. Kirsten slowly worked her towel over Ben's massive thighs and calve muscles, and then she returned to wipe his midsection. She could feel his hard cock underneath the towel. It was getting harder. Lynda had also quickly wiped Steve's legs and had returned to concentrate on drying his pelvic area. She could feel his massive bulge under the towel.

Both girls looked at each other with impressed eyes and then the girls looked up into the eyes of the boxers. The boxers were nodding their heads, approvingly. Kirsten dropped her towel and reached her fingers into Ben's waistband on each side of his growing erection. Lynda did likewise and let her towel fall to the ground. She placed her fingers under Steve's waistband on each side of his bulge. And then the girls yanked down at the same time and revealed the boxer's muscles that most viewers don't get to see. The boxer's cocks jumped out at them, happy to breathe fresh air and be out from the constricted imprisonment of their spandex boxer shorts. The boxer's cocks were hard, hairy, meaty, and sweaty. And then each girl lifted their white tank tops up and over their heads, revealing their fantastic tits to the boxers. Both boxers exhaled deep breaths at the sight of the breasts on the sexy teen girls. They were firm and fabulous. As were the boxer's exposed cocks.

Kirsten gobbled first. Although not the largest cock she had ever seen, it had to be one of the thickest and strongest she had ever seen. Lynda thought the same thing. Steve's cock was thick and meaty. And it was so fucking hard. She gasped. And Kirsten gasped too. Lynda was gasping from Steve's hardness. Kirsten was gasping from the sheer sweaty stench of Ben's boner. It was a sweet but sweaty smell. And Ben's cock was slick with man sweat. Heady man sweat. Her mouth and tongue thrust down on Ben's meat, barely able to circle the girth of the glorious cock with her mouth. Lynda's mouth was stretched wide too as she concentrated on getting Steve's manhood in her mouth.

Once their mouths were full of man meat, the juicy blowjobs ensued. Kirsten and Lynda deep-throated the boxer's boners with quick and rapid mouths, like the rotating ropes the boxers had exemplified. Only the teen's mouths didn't make whirring sounds. Their mouths made moaning sounds. The topless teens were thoroughly enjoying the delicious hard sweaty cocks. That the boxers were also hairy down there only added to the stench the cocksuckers were inhaling. Both of the beautiful teens were captivated by the strong dicks now in their succulent mouths. The saliva from the girl's mouths and the sweat from the boxer's cocks were meeting in a loud chorus of moist slaps and slurps. The mouths on the girls simply craved cock. Ben and Steve shut their eyes and enjoyed the simply superb blowjobs they were receiving. Steve came first. He thrust his cock forward and let out anxious and loud moans as his cock burst spurts of cum deep into Lynda's eager mouth. The sexy blonde kept sucking all of it down. Kirsten's mouth would not be denied. Ben thrust harder and moaned louder as his massive ejaculation met Kirsten's mouth and dancing tongue. Both girls drank the creamy cum down heartily.

And then it was the girls' turn. Ben picked up his rope and also picked up Kirsten from off her knees and twirled her around with his powerful arms. He tied her hands together with one end of his jump rope and then tied the other end to one of the gymnast rings hanging down from the ceiling. Steve saw what Ben had done to Kirsten. He tied Lynda's hands together and then tied them above her head to another gymnast ring with his own jump rope. Before they knew what was going on, Kirsten's and Lynda's arms were over their heads and their hands were tied to rings hanging from the ceiling. Their bodies were hanging down with their toes barely touching the mat below them. Ben then eyed the control box for the hoist device controlling the rings and proceeded to raise the rings a few inches. Each girl ended up hanging in the air with their toes and flip-flops completely off the floor. The beautiful blondes swayed seductively in the air, helpless to stop the whims of the handsome and horny boxers. The twins flailed their legs about trying to reach the ground. This only caused their flip-flops to fly off in different directions. The teen's bare legs and bare feet swayed seductively in the air for the boxers. That the beautiful blondes were also topless further excited the boxers. Ben stroked Kirsten's tits and sucked on her nipples. Likewise, Steve feasted on Lynda's hard nipples and squeezed her breasts. The boxers worked over the girl's helpless breasts. Ben and Steve held the youthful bodies hanging down from the rings tightly. Kirsten and Lynda were powerless to stop the tantalizing mouths and tongues that were all over their receptive breasts. And they were certainly receptive. The girls enjoyed being hoisted up and ravaged by the domineering duo.

Ben knelt down and gazed at Kirsten's swaying bare feet and grasped them. He took in their sweet odor, noticing that they were sweaty like him. And then he removed her micro shorts, baring the hypnotic honey pot above him. He grabbed hold of her firm buttocks and raised his tongue to the teen's twat. He raised up on his knees and impaled his tongue on the trembling pussy. Kirsten cried out in delightful joy. Ben couldn't get at the cunt quick enough. He licked and lapped and devoured the girl's moisture and scent like manna from heaven. He couldn't believe how good the girl's pussy tasted. Some pussies taste acidic or fishy. This girl oozed honey. Sweet honey. He continued to lick and lap like a dog with its first bone. Kirsten's body swayed and jostled with each hard lick. She came as Ben threw her a change-up and started chewing on her clit with his lips and teeth. Her legs arched upward an outward and started spasming in climatic release. Ben smiled in sheer delight at seeing his new fuck-toy cumming.

Lynda was in the same predicament. Steve had removed Lynda's micro shorts and was munching on her mound like a man who hadn't eaten in days. His magnificent tongue was hard and probing. She hoped his cock was as hard and probing as his tongue. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Steve's cock was rigid again and wanted something warm and moist. Instead of getting Lynda's mouth again, Steve's cock got Lynda's warm and moist pussy instead. Steve stood up and settled behind the dangling Lynda. He thrust his cock up and into Lynda's pussy. He was like a machine. He pumped her body with his hard cock like he was pumping hard iron. And then he started to tease Lynda's clit with his fingers. It all happened in a blur for Lynda. First she was sucking cock and then she was drinking cum. Then she was tied. And then she was tied and hanging. There was a tantalizing tongue in her twat and then there was a probing prick in her pussy. And then there were magical fingers on her clit. And then she was magically cumming. And cumming again. Steve extracted two orgasms out of her before his fingers and cock finally relented. She could not think of a time when she had cum twice in such a short time. Then Steve found her dangling feet and toes and continued his tantalizing teasings. And then she could not think of a time when she had cum three times in such a short time.

Lynda glanced over to her sister with climax-glazed eyes. Her sister was still in the throes of her first orgasm. Ben then stood up and held Kirsten's body in his powerful arms. He started impaling the blonde beauty on his prick. Kirsten's head was jerking back and forth with mind-blowing delight at the rock-hard cock breaking her in two. She couldn't stop moaning. And Ben couldn't stop fucking the bucking beauty. For Lynda, it was a mesmerizing sight: seeing Ben's cock pound into her sister's pussy, disappear, and then re-appear again. Seeing him enter her again and again and again was simply entrancing. The strong boxer held her trapped sister and kept impaling her on his rod. Her sister was absolutely helpless to stop the iron rod fucking her. And then Lynda witnessed yet another mesmerizing sight: seeing her sister cum a second time in a matter of seconds after her first. Kirsten was a babbling cock-entranced fuck-doll. Her moans were unrecognizable. And Ben didn't stop. With massive beads of sweat pouring off his torso, he continued his mindless fucking of Kirsten. He couldn't get enough of the girl's body and pussy. He was the Cockinator. And just when Lynda thought she would 'beat' her sister by a score of three orgasms to two, Ben extracted a third and final climax out of Kirsten. Kirsten came and he came. He shot his second load of sperm onto Kirsten's dangling butt cheeks. Kirsten's dangling body rocked and spasmed uncontrollably from her third orgasm.

The nude and orgasmed twins gently swayed on their rings. Their sweaty bodies hung down with climax-glazed eyes. Every now and again, one of the girls would twitch or spasm in response to the brutal fucking they had each received. Steve undid both of the girl's ropes from the rings and eased them down slowly to the floor one at a time. He laid the girls down on the mat and let them recover from their multiple orgasms. He enjoyed the sight of their nakedness. With their eyes glazed over and their bodies shining with sweat, the beautiful blondes were a majestic sight. In addition to pussy cum, they oozed a sexiness that was difficult to fathom. For Ben and Steve, the new employees were keepers. They had taken a licking, literally, and had kept on ticking.

The girls slowly came back down from their lofty orgasms and re-dressed themselves in their uniforms. Ben opened the door and let the girls walk slowly out of the room. They walked cautiously with small steps and swirling heads. Their pussies were sore and still recovering from the effects of thick cocks. Ben and Steve walked the girls back to Randy and gave Randy two very strong thumbs-up signs. Steve whispered to Randy.

"They're keepers!" the boxer said, as he held three fingers up.

Randy looked at his watch and then gave a stunned and shocked look to both Ben and Steve. Randy quickly calculated. The four of them had only been in the room for maybe fifteen minutes.

"Three?" Randy mouthed to Ben and Steve with stunned eyes.

Ben and Steve nodded affirmatively, confirming that each blonde had cum three times. Randy then glanced more closely at his employees and saw their entranced and cock-ravaged eyes. Their mouths had small and simple smiles. He even heard each girl make very soft and very short erotic moans, like they were still off in cock land. Ben and Steve excused themselves and headed to the locker room to shower. Randy called Gretchen and asked her to return to the spa. In a few minutes, Gretchen arrived and saw Kirsten and Lynda standing dreamily next to Randy. She recognized the girl's far-off stares.

"What happened?" Gretchen asked with a concerned voice.

"Well... You said to show them the ropes... So I kinda showed them the ropes, literally. I let Ben and Steve have their warm-down with them." Randy explained.

Gretchen could only smirk and shake her head. She was well aware of Ben and Steve and their warm-down jump-roping.

"By the way, Steve says they're keepers!" Randy then reported.

Gretchen gave a smile and started nodding her head. She was in complete and total agreement. She took each girl by the hand and walked them out of the spa and up to their apartment. She opened their apartment door with her master key and ushered them into the bathroom. She had each girl strip down and then had them take a shower together to clean the sweat and cum from their bodies. When they were done with their quick shower, the girls changed into clean uniforms. Gretchen then escorted them to their respective bedrooms and instructed them to each take a nap. It was still only 3:30 PM, but the girls had had a great first day. She complimented them each that they were great employees, and that they had already received many fine compliments from the patrons, especially from the jogger with the sore calf.

Gretchen helped Kirsten onto her bed and put a spare blanket over the blonde. Kirsten was almost asleep by the time Gretchen shut her door and turned off the light.

"I want your cock in me again." Kirsten said in a dreamy state as she thought that she was still downstairs with the boxers.

Gretchen then checked on Lynda. Lynda was lying on her bed. She was awake and gazing happily at Gretchen as she came in the door. Gretchen sat on the bed close to Lynda's head. She kissed Lynda lightly and stroked her hair.

"I have to get back downstairs until closing. But I'll be back shortly after five o'clock to check on you!" Gretchen said sweetly.

"Get some rest!" she added.

As she was leaving, Gretchen stopped at the foot of Lynda's bed. She dropped and kissed the toes on Lynda's left foot and stroked the top of the girl's foot. She looked up to see Lynda's beautiful face sound asleep. Gretchen then left the girl's apartment, making sure the door was locked behind her. Five o'clock couldn't 'cum' fast enough.

*******

Gretchen arrived back at the apartment just after 5:00 PM. She didn't want to wake the girls if they were still napping so she let herself in. She left her briefcase by the front door and peeked in on Kirsten and saw that the teen was still sound asleep. She then checked on Lynda. She knocked lightly on the door and then opened it. Most of Lynda's body was under a blanket but her head was not under the blanket. Lynda was beaming at Gretchen. Then Lynda cast the blanket away to reveal that she had removed her uniform and was in the buff. She spread her legs wide, showing off her precious pussy and inviting Gretchen to come-and-get-it. Gretchen stood mesmerized by the tasty morsel in front of her. She slipped off her white pumps and within seconds had stripped off her skirt, shirt, bra, and panties. Then the HR supervisor jumped on Lynda and their two nude bodies melted and entwined together. Gretchen delighted in the beautiful naked and exuberant blonde below her. Lynda delighted in her beautiful naked supervisor above her. They made love for the next two hours: kissing and licking, lapping and smelling, probing and caressing.

Kirsten finally woke up and was hungry. She knocked lightly on her sister's door and then was surprised by the sight inside. Gretchen had just finished bringing Lynda to yet another orgasm and had her sister's legs and feet up in the air. Gretchen was licking the bottoms of Lynda's feet and was quite enthralled with their scent. Kirsten quietly excused herself and waited in the living room. A few minutes later, both Lynda and Gretchen came out of the bedroom fully dressed in their uniforms. All three of the girls were starved and went down to the employee cafeteria for dinner. When the cafeteria closed at 8:00 PM, all three girls returned to the apartment. All three were ready for dessert.

Gretchen grabbed her briefcase and then escorted the teen blondes into Kirsten's bedroom. She indicated that she had some late-night training planned for the girls. She seductively stripped each twin of their tank tops and micro shorts. She pinched their nipples and stroked their vaginas. Then she teasingly lifted each of their legs and removed their flip-flops. She inhaled the stinky odor from each flip-flop; she couldn't tell which girl had the 'best' foot odor. She had Kirsten lay on her bed as she normally would with her head at the headboard. Then she had Kirsten put her hands at her sides. Gretchen quickly strapped Kirsten's hands to the girl's torso with some bindings. She had Kirsten spread her shapely legs. Lastly, she pulled out a red ball-gag from her briefcase and stuffed it into Kirsten's mouth. She capped Kirsten off with a black blindfold.

And then Gretchen prepared Lynda the same way that she had prepared Kirsten, except she had Lynda lie down with her head at the foot of the bed. When she was done, she stared down at two beautiful nude blonde twins. The twin's pussies were inches apart and their hands were strapped to their sides. Each girl's sexy and stinky bare feet were strapped to each side of her sister's head. That they were both gagged and blindfolded made Gretchen moisten with arousal. She kicked off her white pumps and quickly stripped down to nothing. And then she pulled the pièce de résistance out of her briefcase.

The double-dong rabbit vibrator had to be almost eighteen inches long. She licked each head with long wet licks from her tongue. And then she carefully inserted one end of the double-dong into each teen's pussy. She ensured that a rabbit attachment was resting lightly on each girl's respective clit. Lynda and Kirsten moaned with excited bewilderment at what was in store for them. With gleeful eyes, and as she stroked her own pussy in apt arousal, Gretchen turned the red vibrator on and advanced it to its medium setting. The loud buzzing sound jumped out into the room. And Lynda's and Kirsten's naked bodies jumped and bounced in immediate sexual arousal - their pussies sharing the wickedly wonderful dildo. They didn't know what hit them. One second they were calm and silent. The next second they were vibrating uncontrollably and moaning loudly. Their heads bounced from side to side in energetic arousal and met the stinky feet of their twin. The smell of their sister's foot odor tantalized and teased them to further arousal. Their pussies were flowing heavily. The vibrator was simply mechanical and methodical. The rabbit attachments rubbing against their hardened clits were simply devious. In no time at all, Lynda and Kirsten burst forth with youthful climaxes. And their youthful and luscious bodies were ready for more.

Gretchen looked down at the naked bucking bodies in front of her and stroked her pussy hard. She took in the helpless state of the muted and blindfolded nymphs and came. She couldn't not cum. The gorgeous girls were simply stunning, especially when cumming. When her own body had stopped rocking in orgasmic delight, Gretchen went back to her briefcase and pulled out a nipple-clamp assembly. She attached a nipple-clamp to each of Kirsten's nipples and to each of Lynda's nipples. The clamps were all connected by tight and taunt wires. Kirsten's and Lynda's majestic tits were now joined together. Like their conjoined pulsating pussies, their tits bounced and stretched from the attached clamps and wires. It was too much for either twin. Within seconds of the clamps being attached to their nipples and their boobs stretched and tortured by the fiendish clamps, each girl orgasmed a second time in sweet surrender. Their short moans were high-pitched and ethereal as their young bodies reacted to their strong climaxes.

Gretchen wasn't done. She removed the nipple-clamp assembly and proceeded to attach clothespins to each girl's nipples. And then she advanced the vibrator to its highest setting. Once again, the girls had no chance. The double-ended vibrator hummed and vibed deeply within their well-lubricated cunts. The girls came mercilessly. Their now-sweaty bodies lurched and spasmed on the bed. Each twin was sniffing and inhaling the aphrodisiac of their sister's stinky feet. Their heads and noses couldn't escape the odorous waftings assaulting their senses. Gretchen let the blondes lie like that for what seemed like minutes and minutes. The blondes tried to relax but the clothespins, embedded vibrator heads, and butterfly attachments on their clits were driving them sexually insane. Each blonde came yet a fourth time.

Finally, Gretchen removed the clothespins from the helpless twin's engorged nipples; she also removed the rabbit attachments from the teen's quivering clits. And she reduced the vibrator to its lowest setting. The girls slowly came back down. Gretchen went to Kirsten first. She removed the girl's red ball-gag. But Gretchen didn't waste any time. She quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled Kirsten's head. Instead of a ball-gag, Kirsten was now gagged by Gretchen's dripping pussy. Kirsten simply loved her new gag and proceeded to eat out her supervisor above her. She twisted and twirled her tongue into Gretchen's honey box. Gretchen felt like she was riding a sexy stallion as she bucked and bounced in playful delight at the tongue invading her special region. Gretchen took in the glorious sight of Lynda spread wide before her. Lynda's nipples were hard and the teen's tits were engorged. Lynda's sweet face was bouncing back and forth between Kirsten's sexy bare feet. And Gretchen could tell that the vibrator, even on the lowest setting, was continuing its devious deed. Both Kirsten's and Lynda's pelvises were rhythmically rising and falling to the pulsations of the phallic. Lynda was starting to make small moans.

Kirsten started to make moans too. Gretchen leaned forward and deposited a good amount of spit onto Kirsten's clit. Gretchen started to 'vibe' Kirsten's hard clit with her fingers. Kirsten moaned louder and louder. And Kirsten then started eating Gretchen louder and louder. The smacks and slurps from Kirsten's tongue on Gretchen's pussy could not be silenced. Kirsten and Gretchen climbed to their mutual climax steadier and steadier until they reached their breaking point. Lynda could only lay back and hear the orgasmic cries of her twin sister and her new supervisor. She was jealous.

But Gretchen didn't forget her new young crush. She quickly jumped off the bed and removed Lynda's ball gag. And then she quickly jumped back onto the bed and straddled Lynda's head. Lynda was happy to have her tongue in her boss's twat. Gretchen didn't waste any time depositing a mouthful of spit onto Lynda's waiting clit. With Lynda grinding her tongue into Gretchen's box and with Gretchen 'vibing' Lynda's clit, it wasn't long before Lynda's fifth orgasm matched Kirsten's five orgasms in number. Gretchen turned off the vibrator and removed it from the twin pussies. She unstrapped the girl's hands from their sides and their feet from their sister's head. Gretchen let Kirsten lick the end of the vibrator that had been in Lynda.

"Ooh, yeah, lick that cock! There's nothing like a tasty cock for dessert!" Gretchen cooed to Kirsten.

Kirsten licked the pussy juice of her sister off the vibrator hungrily. Kirsten gave the cock-like vibrator back to Gretchen with a contented and cock-dominated smile. Then Gretchen let Lynda have the phallic. Lynda licked the phallic dry, enjoying the end of the vibrator that had been in Kirsten. Lynda rolled her eyes in delight at the taste of the dildo. She was an entranced cum-bot. Gretchen's entranced cum-bot.

Then all three girls collapsed on the bed and kissed and cooed until the wee hours of the morning. They all slept together in the nude, enjoying the closeness of breasts, nipples, vaginas, toes, tongues, and roving fingers. Gretchen got up first and showered. She called down to the laundry and had clean uniforms brought up for the three of them. And then Kirsten and Lynda showered and dressed. All three of the exuberant women went downstairs to the cafeteria for breakfast. And then Gretchen walked to HR to start her day and the beautiful twins walked into the spa to start their second day. The spectacular twins had had quite a first day.

*******

Lynda and Kirsten met up again with the spa supervisors Randy and Tilley and received more training as they had done the previous day. But Randy and Tilley were less hands-on than before and let the girls work and wander around the spa at their own pace. Randy and Tilley kept tabs on the girls and saw that they were helping whenever and wherever they could. They also caught spa customers checking out the new blonde employees at every turn. Seeing previously non-bulging muscles on male customers now bulging noticeably in response to seeing the stunning teen employees brought a smile to Randy's face. And Tilley witnessed many reactions from female customers as well. Tilley noticed that some female crotches were very wet from 'sweat' where normally they would be dry.

When Gretchen reached her office, she found two new blonde and beautiful superheroines waiting for her. They were older than Lynda and Kirsten but stunning just the same.

"Good morning ladies, my name is Gretchen Uffano, I'm the HR Director. How can I help you?" Gretchen asked, taking in the sight of the beautiful women in front of her.

"Good morning Ms. Uffano, my name is Crimson Strike and this is my superheroine partner Blue Charger." Crimson Strike said.

Gretchen shook each of their powerful hands.

"Oh, please call me Gretchen!" Gretchen asked in a sincere voice.

"Are you... looking for jobs here at the spa??" Gretchen asked, with her eyebrows set in a slightly perplexed manner.

"Well, no, but we would be interested in seeing the spa and grounds..." Blue Charger answered.

"As you probably may realize, we work for The AGENCY. And we've been asked to go out into the community and research various locations so we can become familiar with building designs and such. In case, you know, we're ever called in on a case." Crimson Strike continued.

"Sort of like when the fire department comes in and inspects buildings and locations to gain a familiarity with the setting... just in case an emergency arises." Blue Charger added.

"Well, I understand fully and would be happy to show you around. We give guided tours as part of our hiring process. If you will, allow me to also introduce you to one of the owners. She'll be happy to know that two of Titanville's most stunning and beautiful superheroines will be keeping us safer." Gretchen indicated.

At that, Gretchen took Crimson Strike and Blue Charger to Winny's office and introduced them. Winny was quite taken with and impressed by the older superheroines as they presented themselves in her office. The superheroines exuded a strong and confident sexuality.

Crimson Strike and Blue Charger, standing in classic superheroine stances, couldn't help but feel that the owner was undressing them with her curious and flirtatious eyes. In fact, the bodacious superheroines felt that even Gretchen had been checking them out. More than once during the short time since they had met her, both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger had caught Gretchen's roving eyes staring at their muscular legs and booted feet. And now the superheroines felt the eyes of Winny, the owner of the spa, checking the superheroines out from their heads to their toes.

Winny thought the latest superheroines standing in front of her were just as beautiful and stunning as Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. They were older and taller, but just as pretty. Winny guessed that Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were both about twenty-six years-old. She was correct. Each superheroine looked to be about 5' 9" or 5' 10" tall, or about six or seven inches taller than Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. Both of the older superheroines wore their attractive blonde hair shorter than the younger superheroines. Their breasts were much bigger than those of the junior superheroines. And for lack of a better word, the huge tits on the taller superheroines seemed 'bimbo-ish': over-sized and eye-catching. The huge tits on the superheroines made Winny's mouth salivate. Winny knew right away that if her husband caught sight of these tits that he'd want to titty-fuck them on the spot. Over all, although older and taller with shorter hair and with bigger breasts, these superheroines were the same as Lynda and Kirsten: stunningly beautiful and definitely fuck-worthy.

The older superheroines' costumes were very similar to Crimson Spark's and Blue Lightning's. The color schemes were, however, reversed. The junior superheroines wore blue gloves and blue bikinis with white sparkles. And they wore red masks, red ankle-high boots, and short red capes. The senior superheroines wore red gloves and red bikinis with the same white sparkles. And they wore blue masks, blue ankle-high boots, and short blue capes. Their red gloves were wrist-length and matched the red color of their bikinis. And, embedded in the palm of each glove was a large white hardened sparkle that easily deflected or destroyed bullets, just like the gloves worn by Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning.

And just like Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning, neither Crimson Strike nor Blue Charger wore anything on their heads. They did not wear jewelry or pantyhose. They did wear ankle socks to help cushion their feet inside their boots. Crimson Strike's powerbelt was thin and was a very attractive shade of metallic-red. Emblazoned on her powerbelt were the letters 'CS'. A small lightning bolt separated the 'C' and the 'S'. Blue Charger's powerbelt was also thin but was an appropriate shade of metallic-blue. It nicely matched the blue hue of her mask, boots, and cape. Emblazoned on her powerbelt were the letters 'BC'. And just like Crimson Strike's powerbelt, a small lightning bolt separated the 'B' and the 'C'.

Gretchen indicated to Winny that the superheroines were interested in a tour of the spa for future security purposes. Winny thought that it was a grand idea and let Gretchen and the two superheroines go on their way. The two beautiful and attractive superheroines then received the same tour given to all new prospective employees, just as Lynda and Kirsten had received. Gretchen asked if she could call the superheroines by their first names. Crimson Strike then introduced herself as 'Sandy' and Blue Charger introduced herself as 'Mandy'. Gretchen escorted Sandy and Mandy through the HR wing, ladies locker room, indoor pools, main workout facility, indoor courts, saunas, outdoor courts, golf course first-tee, gardens, outdoor pools, outdoor cafe, outdoor bar, indoor restaurant, indoor cafeteria, indoor lounge, indoor bar, and bottling plant in the right-side annex. The tour ended at the red door labeled '7 Cs - Top Secret' in the left-side annex.

And just like Lynda and Kirsten, Sandy and Mandy did not go in the Top Secret annex. Although Gretchen did notice that Crimson Strike and Blue Charger seemed very interested in the bottling plant and what was in the left-side annex behind the red door. Gretchen had to admit sheepishly to the superheroines that even she had never been behind the secretive red door. Gretchen took the dynamic duo back out to the front entrance and showed them the entrance to the elite spa on the second floor, but said that it was not part of the introductory tour. And at that point, Gretchen indicated that the tour was over.

"Well, Sandy and Mandy, I'm afraid that's all I can show you. Do you have any questions?" Gretchen asked sincerely.

"Thank you very much for the tour, Gretchen. It is a very interesting place. I hope we never have to come back for, you know, to work on a case." Crimson Strike said with arched eyebrows.

"Yes, it is a very fascinating spa. I can see why it has a great reputation!" Mandy added.

Gretchen thanked the girls for their comments and urged them to come back if they had any further questions or needs.

"Oh, we will!" Crimson Strike and Blue Charger said together, enthusiastically.

The superheroines then exited the spa and returned to their powercycles parked in the visitor's lot. They sped off together.

Gretchen returned to Winny's office and reported on her tour to the owner. There wasn't too much to tell. Fortunately, they had not come across any sexual trysts going on anywhere during the tour. Although there were two close calls. The first time was around the saunas. She had peeked inside the mixed-gender sauna only to see Kirsten on her knees giving a blowjob to an employee. He looked like the employee who had posed as 'Robin' for the internal training films. Kirsten appeared to be absolutely enthralled and consumed by the boy's cock. She and the superheroines did not interrupt Kirsten and 'Robin' and had quickly gone on their way. Gretchen didn't want Sandy and Mandy to see anything too risqué. And, she didn't want the superheroines to find Kirsten or Lynda on the premises.

The second time was at the indoor bar. When she had introduced Sandy and Mandy, Reggie seemed to have his mind on something or someone else. The bartender was obviously getting a blowjob from behind and under the bar again. Unbeknownst to Gretchen, it was Lynda who was topless and on her knees behind and under the bar blowing Reggie. She was on her break and had finally found a big black cock to suck down. Reggie had asked Sandy and Mandy if either would like a water or cocktail. Both of the superheroines had declined. And as they walked away, Reggie had envisioned his huge 'cock' in the superheroines' shapely 'tails'. The erotic vision caused him to cum. He sprayed his hot load all over Lynda's cute face and mouth. She loved big black cock and licked his shaft clean and dry.

Gretchen then finished her report saying that she thought the older superheroines had enjoyed the tour. Gretchen mentioned that the superheroines seemed especially interested in the annex building, both the right and left sides. Winny thought for a few seconds and gave her thoughts to Gretchen. Winny didn't know what to make of the older superheroines' visit but confided to Gretchen that the older superheroines were probably looking for the junior superheroines. Winny was glad that the older blonde superheroines had not come across the younger blonde superheroines during their tour of the spa.

"I highly suspect that the older superheroines were here to either find or check on the younger superheroines. I imagine Lynda and Kirsten have not checked-in like perhaps they are supposed to be doing. While you were giving them the tour, I went outside and placed some tracking devices on their motorcycles. I hid them pretty well so I don't think they will be aware of them. The devices are off right now but will activate in a few hours. If they return on their motorcycles looking for Lynda and Kirsten, we'll sense their arrival and be ready with a welcoming committee this time!" Winny said deviously.

"I've been entranced by their bimbo tits ever since you brought them into my office!" Winny added seductively.

Winny then advised Gretchen that they should keep a close eye on Lynda and Kirsten. She said that she had already called for a heightened security force to be activated for that night. She had even contacted Lin and Win and advised them that they would be on call in their apartment that night, in case their highly skilled training talents were required. And then thinking for a few more seconds, Winny smiled her devious smile and advised Gretchen to entertain Lynda and Kirsten in their apartment tonight.

"Entertain Lynda and Kirsten tonight, but don't let them get too aroused and cum. I want them kept strong and in their superheroine personas of Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. I have a feeling we're gonna see our newest superheroine bimbos sooner rather than later!" Winny said as she clapped her hands together in happy delight.

*******

For the rest of the afternoon and early evening, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger planned their return visit to the secretive spa. The secret red door in the rear annex had made them most curious. That they had not seen either Crimson Spark or Blue Lightning during their earlier tour further added to their heightened desire to get back to the spa. By going to the spa earlier in the day so soon, the senior superheroines were going against normal case procedure. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning had only gone in the day before and were probably still adapting to their undercover status.

They couldn't have been more correct. For at that very moment, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were definitely undercover. They were in their full superheroine costumes and under Lynda's bed covers with Gretchen. The girls were all barefoot. They were talking about the spa and playing footsie with each other. Their entire bodies would have been bare had Gretchen not needed to keep the junior superheroines ready for action.

But Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were very anxious to return to the spa yet a second time and conduct their own unannounced tour of the facility. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were bored. And they wanted to find the junior superheroines. More specifically, the senior superheroines wanted to find Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning and remind the pesky junior superheroines that they were on the case too. Truth be told, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger wanted to rather show-up the youthful teen twits.

The shapely senior superheroines rode their powercycles through the night on their return trip to the spa. It was about 10:00 PM when they arrived in 'Stealth Mode' near the rear employee parking lot. Their cycle exhausts had been drastically muffled and their engine power had been severely reduced - they glided into the parking lot and headed for a clump of trees and tall hedges on the rear property line that they had scouted from satellite web views. They parked their powercycles in the seclusion of the thicket and waited for a few minutes. Because the powercycles were running at reduced power with limited systems on, the cycles' sensing electronics did not detect the active pings coming from the spa building. Further, the now-turned-off sensing electronics could not warn the superheroines that the planted devices on their bikes were sending active signals back to the building in response to the pings. To the superheroines, no security guards appeared to be aware of their presence nor did it seem that any parking lot patrols were aware of their presence. The superheroines thought their arrival had been secret and silent. They couldn't have been more wrong. The sleek and sexy superheroines sprinted into action, dodging between the cars for cover on their way to the loading dock of the bottling plant annex.

Deep inside the Security Office, Winny noted the red blinking lights on the Tracking Device Panel. The security system was beaconing as it should and had picked up the two tracker devices planted on the superheroines' motorcycles. The beaconing system only reached out a few hundred yards around the property, so the motorcycles were close. The tracker screen on the panel indicated that the tracker devices appeared to be located somewhere in the employee parking lot. Winny called for the Security Squad to brace for action from the rear of the building, probably the annex. She also called for Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning to stand by. Winny clapped her hands silently with glee as it appeared that two more superheroines were about to fall into her hands. The superheroines were on the property - her minions were waiting.

"Would the spectacular blonde bimbos take the bait and fall into her trap?" Winny thought to herself.

Crimson Strike and Blue Charger reached some small bushes next to a short set of stairs that led up to the loading dock. Two large loading-bay doors were open and the superheroines could hear the clickety-clacks of the loud production line emanating from inside the building. So far, their presence had not been detected. The superheroines were anxious to find out what was behind the red door and also to learn of the whereabouts of Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. They hated babysitting the two junior superheroines and were anxious to move on to new cases. They took one last look and saw that the coast was clear. The spry superheroines moved quickly up the stairs and bounded for one of the open bay doors of the bottling plant. Once inside, they hugged the wall and advanced down an open aisle. It was loud in the building; their boot steps made no discernable noise as they walked in. They didn't see any one, especially guards or any junior superheroines.

All at once, they came across two hefty men walking together and carrying flashlights. They looked like night watchmen. The men were big, about 6' 2", and beefy. The guards looked at the stunning superheroines with shocked faces and were about to jump into action. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were quicker. Much quicker. Crimson Strike took the guard on the left and Blue Charger took the guard on the right. Crimson Strike launched a vicious kick to the guard's groin area and the man went don't quickly in agony. A chop to the back of the man's neck sent him into unconsciousness. The guard on the right wasn't expecting Blue Charger's kick to his groin either and went down in a heap. Then Blue Charger's next swift kick caught him under his chin and the guard was light's out. Each silenced guard had their hands zip-tied behind their backs and had their ankles zip-tied as well. The superheroines then put strong tape over the guard's mouths so they couldn't make any noise when they woke up.

Crimson Strike and Blue Charger then advanced more and more into the various aisles and surrounding machinery of the noisy bottling plant. As they came to the end of an aisle full of stacked boxes, the sexy superheroines were greeted by four more security guards. The guards were all wearing white shorts, white t-shirts, and white sneakers. Just like the first two guards, these next four were all about 6' 2" and had big muscles. But unlike the first two, these four appeared to be better fighters. The four men dodged the superheroines' initial kicks by swatting their legs away quickly. But the girls were good fighters too. The superheroines easily brushed aside the return punches from the four guards. The guards separated and coordinated their attack on each superheroine in pairs. For Crimson Strike, one guard came at her low, trying to sweep her legs out from under her; the other guard came at her high, trying to get her head in a Full-Nelson hold. For the guard coming for her legs, Crimson Strike quickly stepped to her left and the guard missed. He got a swift return kick to his face, but since he was moving in the direction of the kick, his momentum absorbed most of the vicious hit. He did go flying head-first into a bunch of boxes, but the guard quickly regained himself. The guard going for Crimson Strike's head timed his lurch just right as Crimson Strike was kicking the other guard, but he ended up on his back as the superheroine gave him a swift elbow and then raised and lifted the man over her back and flipped him. He landed in a nasty crash that looked and sounded worse than it really was.

The two guards fighting Blue Charger weren't having much success either. Their advances on the superheroine were met with quick arm blocks and then quicker stomach punches from the speedy Blue Charger. As they recoiled and hunched from their stomach punches. Blue Charger let loose with a devastating drop kick. Blue Charger's left leg got one guard and her right leg got the other. Each of the guards flew back uncontrollably and flew into the stacked boxes. They shook themselves off and looked at the other two guards. Then the four guards regained forces and charged the bikinied blondes. Once again, the superheroines were ready for them. Crimson Spark grabbed Blue Charger with both hands and started twirling her partner around her. One rotation. Two rotations. And then Crimson Strike let go of Blue Charger. Blue Charger literally flew through the air and launched into two of the guards. They couldn't believe how fast and how strong Crimson Strike's fling of her partner was. Blue Charger took them down like falling bowling pins. As each guard tried to stand up, Blue Charger was right there with powerful upper-cuts to their chests and vicious kicks to their chins. Each guard found themselves flying backwards. They landed against stacks of full water bottles. The guards then found themselves inundated with falling bottles of water. They glanced at their compatriots.

The other two guards had just about had it as well. Crimson Strike had used her circular momentum after letting go of Blue Charger and had fallen to the ground in a speedy slide. She crashed into the legs of the other two guards and they went down like bowling pins too. Crimson Strike quickly stopped her slide and rolled back to the two guards lying stunned on the floor. Each guard received a vicious elbow to their face as they looked around to see where the superheroine was. And at that point, the two guards spied their fellow guards sprawled in all the water bottles and raced as fast as they could to their fallen mates. They helped their fellow guards get to their feet. All four then began stumbling and falling from all the pesky water bottles rolling around on the floor. They regained their footings and looked at each other with desperate looks. They decided that it was a good time to break-off their attack and rethink their plan. All four of the guards then took off running to the front of the plant hoping to get out through the open bay doors. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger saw the anxious and defeated faces of the guards and then saw them take off. The superheroines looked at each for a few seconds and started to give chase.

The four security guards ran out of the bay doors and turned for the main spa building. They raced into the main building and down a hall and then took a left into another corridor. The superheroines were close behind. The men continued running down the corridor but then chose a door on the right and entered it. Thinking that they now had the four guards cornered in a room, the superheroines slowed their run so they could enter the room more cautiously. They entered the room and found themselves in an empty sauna. Empty except for the last two guards exiting the sauna through a second door at the far end of the room. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger picked up their pace and charged for the other door.

But they were too late. By the time they got close to the other door, it slammed shut and even the small window in the door became covered by what looked like a steel plate. They could hear several loud latches going off, signaling to them that the door was becoming more and more secured. They quickly realized their situation and bounded back towards the open door they had just come through. But as they got closer, unseen hands suddenly closed the door and its small window also became covered by a thick steel plate. As they stopped at the now-closed door, they could hear the loud latches securing the door. They pounded on the door and tried to break it open with their powerbelt-enhanced bodies and muscles. The door was solid. Then they ran at the other door and kicked their legs strongly and squarely into the door and door frame. They bounced off the door like it was nothing. The sexy and strong superheroines landed in a heap on the sauna floor. They looked up and took in their surroundings. They were in a relatively large sauna. There was one aisle between the two doors that they had just tried to break down. Benches were on both sides of the aisle; each bench had a high level and a low level. One could sit on the low level or climb higher to sit or lay on the higher level. It wasn't too hot in the sauna at the moment, but the air did have a heavy and moist feel to it. The superheroines looked at each other with anxious faces, worried about their trapped situation.

*******

"Welcome back my pretties! We've been anxiously awaiting your arrival!!" Winny said into the microphone from the Security Office.

Crimson Strike and Blue Charger got up off the floor, trying to find the source of the voice they were hearing. They saw the small black half-sphere on the ceiling in the middle of the sauna and then also saw the dual speaker holes on each side of it. The superheroines immediately spread their legs and put their hands on their hips as they gazed up at the sphere. They surmised that there were security cameras concealed by the black sphere. They surmised correctly. Winny could see the bodacious beauties looking up at the camera in the sauna. She smiled at their superheroine stances.

"Who are you? Why have you trapped us in here??" Crimson Strike demanded to know.

"Show us your face!" Blue Charger added, as she punched her right fist into her open left palm.

"We'll meet in due time my dears. Oh, and by the way, your high-and-mighty superheroine stances don't scare us." Winny mused.

"It looks like you're both in hot water... er... I mean hot steam!" Winny said as she laughed at the masked meddlers standing gallantly in the female sauna.

She flipped a button on a panel in front of her. Inside the sauna, the dual heaters on either side of the aisle in the center of the room turned on to their highest setting. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger felt the heat immediately and jumped back from the camera sphere. It seemed like, in just a matter of seconds, the heat in the sauna had jumped twenty degrees. Winny then turned a knob on another control panel and water started spraying out of nozzles over each heater. The burners on the heaters were so hot that the water turned to steam as soon as it cascaded down and hit the burners. Super-hot steam began to fill the sauna.

"You know, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning both said you two need to let off some steam!" Winny said before laughing yet again at the trapped superheroines.

All the superheroines could do was back further away from the center of the room.

"What have you done with Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning??" the feisty Crimson Strike demanded to know.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little heads about Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. Like both of you, I have them right where I want them!" Winny reported in her best villainess voice.

Winny then turned on the heaters and nozzles by each sauna door. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger sat down together on one of the benches equidistant from the door and center of the room. The heat was intense and getting worse. The steam was making the sauna even hotter and also making it hard to see. The girl's bodies were sweating profusely - their glorious chests were slick and shiny. It seemed there was no end to the intensifying heat and moisture. The sexy superheroines were starting to weaken from the unbearable heat.

"Looks like you're up to 115 degrees." Winny called out, as she read the temperature gauge on the panel in front of her.

A few moments later, the girls sensed that the flow of water from the nozzles had increased.

"125 degrees!" Winny soon called out after a few minutes, as more water meant more steam and more steam meant higher temperatures in the sinister sauna.

And still, it seemed like the sauna was getting hotter and hotter for the trapped and over-heating superheroines.

"Well, you're up to 130 degrees! Here, let me make it a little 'hotter' in there for you!!" Winny indicated seductively.

The superheroines looked at each other anew. They didn't like the way the female voice had said the word 'hotter'. Winny turned yet another knob by the water control knob, adding some devious chemicals to the water cascading into the heaters and over the burners. After about sixty seconds, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger sensed a new scent in the air. It was very heady and unescapable. The scent was in the steamy mist wafting over and around their bodies. And the superheroines couldn't help but breathe in the mist.

Blue Charger felt it first. It started in her breasts and moved down to her vagina. And then it was in her neck, hands, ankles, and feet too. Itchy agitation was the only way she could describe it. But the feeling was only on her neck, hands, breasts, butt, pussy, ankles, and feet. Most of her body was not affected by what was in the steamy mist. Her face was fine as was her back and stomach. Her arms and upper and lower legs were not affected. And Crimson Strike was feeling it too. It was an intense and immediate need to scratch or rub their neck, hands, private area, and feet. Both superheroines reacted by immediately removing their capes, gloves, ankle boots, and socks. And almost instantaneously, the agitation stopped in their neck, hands, ankles, and feet. But then the superheroines started stroking their tits and nipples. They began rubbing their pussies. They were trying everything to relieve themselves of the itchy agitation attacking their bodies. But they were both also getting very aroused and couldn't afford to even think about what may happen if they climaxed. They knew they would lose all of their superheroine power if they climaxed. They stopped touching themselves but the intense urges seemed to increase even more. Neither superheroine could stand it anymore.

"What are you doing to us you wicked witch?" Blue Charger asked anxiously.

"Ahhh, I call it my 'stripnotizing mist'!" Winny said proudly.

"The chemicals in my delicious steam are reacting with the cloth of your bikinis. You're finding that the chemical reaction is simply making you itching to strip out of your clothes. In just a few seconds, you'll be powerless to keep your bikinis on." Winny said deliciously.

"I can see your pretty hands and cute feet now... And I can't wait to see those mesmerizing titties and tasty pussies of yours!!" Winny exclaimed with a seductress-like voice.

"You fiend!!" Crimson Spark cried out to the voice coming over the speakers.

"You lesbianish leech!!!" Blue Charger wailed agonizingly.

The superheroines' breasts and vaginas were aching to be scratched and caressed. Their nipples demanded to be kneaded. Their hot asses wanted to be spanked. Their bodies cried out for anything that would relieve them of the relentless agitation. And yet they couldn't risk touching and caressing themselves for fear of climaxing. If they climaxed, they would be finished. The continued agitation on their bodies was driving them crazy. Their minds were beginning to cloud. Both superheroines silently agreed that they were powerless to keep their bikinis on.

"Sandy, I... I can't take it anymore, I'm... I'm taking my top and bottom off... I'm so weak...the urges are driving me crazy!" Blue Charger exclaimed to her superheroine partner.

"I... I know... I'm... I'm... I'm taking mine off too." Crimson Strike reported defeatedly.

And at that, both superheroines quickly slipped off their bikini tops and bottoms. Their bimbo-ish boobs played out from their slick and sweaty bodies. Their neatly-trimmed blonde-haired pubic areas came into view - they were drenched from sweat and mist. They were totally nude except for their masks. But at least they were both able to relax, for a moment at least. The seductive agitation of their skin had stopped. Winny didn't say anything, but she saw the nude spectacular superheroines and turned yet another knob, adding aphrodisiactic chemicals to the water. And about a minute later, after the water had hit the burners and turned to mist and the superheroines had inhaled the mist, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger felt their bodies reacting again to the sinister sauna mist.

"Sandy, my nipples and vagina...they're engorging... I can't stop it! What's happening?? I'm getting so horny..." Blue Charger said excitedly and arousedly.

Crimson Strike, occupied by her own arousing body, didn't reply to her superheroine partner immediately. She was too busy squeezing her hardening nipples and stroking her pussy.

"Sandy?? ... Sandy?!?" Mandy asked concernedly.

"I'm here Mandy... I'm here. I'm finding it... I... I can't...I can't stop touching myself..." Sandy confessed.

Mandy had been touching herself too but knew if she continued she'd cum. She sat on her hands and withstood the erotic callings from her own body.

"Sit on your hands Sandy! Sit on your hands!!" Mandy instructed to Sandy.

Sandy did as she was told. It helped a little. Both superheroines then moved off the benches and retreated to the floor, the coolest spot in the sauna they could find. The naked and aroused superheroines laid on the floor side-by-side. Their bodies were twitching and spasming lightly from their arousal. But they were cooler now and not inhaling so much of the arousing mist. Both of the majestic superheroines were weakened but they each were fighting hard against their building orgasms. They were grateful that the agitating chemicals had not affected their powerbelts and masks.

Winny could only sit in utter delight and revel at the scene playing out before her. She had trapped the meddling superheroines in the sauna and had tortured them with the steamy heat and mist. She had forced them to strip down to nothing with her fiendish stripnotizing mist. And now she had them reduced to twitching and spasming bimbo-bots with an aphrodisiactic mist. It was time for her next surprise.

"Send in Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning!" Winny said into the microphone.

Her command was picked up by the crew leader waiting outside the sauna. One sauna door opened and Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were sent in. Lynda and Kirsten were wearing their full superheroine costumes, except they were wearing their white employee flip-flops instead of their red ankle boots. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning quickly entered the steamy sauna and stood over the nude superheroines. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were wearing small masks over their mouths and noses. Around their slender waists were oxygen canisters providing them with fresh air. Their powerbelts shined majestically in the steamy mist.

Both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger looked up at the junior superheroines standing over them. The young superheroines were alert and unfazed by the chemical-laden mist enveloping the sauna. And then Crimson Strike's and Blue Charger's eyes fell upon that which Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were holding. The junior superheroines were holding long poles. But it wasn't the long poles that made the senior superheroines' eyes widen. It was what was on the ends of the poles that made the senior superheroines' faces look up with fearful eyes. On the end of each pole was a twelve-inch dildo. That the junior superheroines also had seductive smirks on their faces only made the senior superheroines look at each other with even more anxious faces.

"Get them off my sweet pets!" Winny said delightfully, as she slipped off her own employee shorts and panties and started rubbing her sex.

Her pussy was dripping, as it had been ever since she had trapped the superheroines in the sinister sauna.

With that, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning walked to the center of the sauna with their poles and heated the dildos over the hot burners. For about thirty seconds or so, the superheroines let the dildos warm up and moisten from the mist rising up from the burners. The dildos were wet, lubricated, hot, and ready. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were wet, lubricated, and hot too. But certainly not ready. The naked superheroines lying on the floor of the sauna were weak from the blazing heat and aroused from the pheromones in the mist. They tried to squirm and shift away from the descending dildos as the junior superheroines 'lowered the booms', so to speak, on the helplessly overheated Crimson Strike and Blue Charger. They could only look with stunned eyes as the devious dildos came even closer to their unprotected pussies. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger simply couldn't believe that the superheroine twits that they had derided back in the AGENCY conference room were about to have their way with their superheroine twats.

Both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger threw their heads back and cried out with a loud and aroused moan as the heated and slick faux-dicks penetrated their pussies. It had been so long since their love boxes had been filled with dick or even faux-dick. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning began working the fiendish phallics into their superheroine brethren slowly but surely. Crimson Spark was pumping Crimson Strike; Blue Lightning was pumping Blue Charger. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning looked at each other with wide smiles. And once the invading phallics wouldn't go any further into the helpless pussies of the fallen superheroines, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning pulled their poles back and then quickly jerked them back in. They started working the faux-cocks in and out with a steady rhythm. They delighted in the fact that Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were tossing their heads back and forth, almost delirious at the feel of the moist and sweaty faux-cocks fucking them. Blue Charger was especially beside herself.

"Sandy... I... I can't take much more... it... it feels so good. I... I've never been so wet... I think I'm cumming..." Blue Charger said helplessly.

"Hold on Mandy! Hold on!! You mustn't cum! ... You'll be finished! ... WE'LL be finished!! ... HOLD ON! ... Concentrate Mandy...try to concentrate. You must hold on! I... I think..." Crimson Strike tried to say something.

But at that same moment, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning did two things that reduced the besieged superheroines' attempts to resist their oncoming orgasms to pure folly.

First, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning flicked small levers on their poles and released the rabbit attachments from their respective compartments on the dildos. The devious rabbit attachments unfolded and contacted the moist clits of the excited superheroines. Both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger shuddered in great reaction to the newest stimulation of their nether regions. And second, Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning began pumping the phallics into the superheroines' pussies with wild abandon. Just as the dildos worked in and out of the superheroines' pussies with relentless rigor, so too the rabbit attachments stimulated the superheroines' clits with devious deft. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning were getting Crimson Strike and Blue Charger off good. Really good.

Blue Charger writhed and opened her legs as wide as they would go, letting the assaulting faux-cock enter her as far as it possibly could go. The devious rabbit attachment teasing her engorged clit was the final straw - Blue Charger simply couldn't take it anymore. Blue Lightning saw Blue Charger's sheer delirious state and pumped her pole into Blue Charger even faster. Blue Charger arched her head and back. She moaned incoherently as she came and came. Her pelvis bucked wildly with the dildo still pumping in and out of her pussy. Her rock-hard clit quivered at the feel of the rabbit attachment rubbing it. Forty seconds later, Blue Charger was still cumming. Her blue eyes glazed over as she lay entranced and broken by the insidious pole and faux-prick. If she could speak, she would have asked for the license plate of the truck that had just fucked her.

Crimson Spark took note of Blue Charger's orgasm and pumped her pole into Crimson Strike even faster. The superheroine's slimy boobs were bouncing off each other with stunning eroticism. But Crimson Strike was silent, holding everything in. She had her eyes closed and was concentrating as hard as she could. She was trying to ward off her approaching orgasm with her mind. But in her entranced and erotic state, her body betrayed her as she instinctively raised her knees and spread her legs wide. Her pussy opened wider and allowed the penetrating faux-prick full access to her cunt. Crimson Spark witnessed Crimson Strike's legs and pussy opening wide and plunged the faux-cock in as far as it would go. Crimson Strike wailed as the cock penetrated her pussy to its fullest. And just as her partner had caved, Crimson Strike lost her fight too. The fantastic phallic probing her pussy and the rabbit attachment tantalizing her clit with stimulation finished their job. Crimson Strike arched her head and back and came in a stunning orgasm. All her inner tensions broke forth as she moaned loudly and her body spasmed out of control. Her titanic tits jiggled and bounced in harmony to her stupendous climax.

And Winny came too. The sight of the two blonde and bimbo-ish beauties cumming on the screen in front of her was too much. Her body rocked and jerked and spasmed as her fingers stroked and caressed her own aroused pussy. She came down quickly and proceeded to further direct her junior superheroine team.

"Get those powerbelts off my pretties!" Winny dictated into the microphone.

Before they could even comprehend what the voice from the speakers had said and try any measure to fight back, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger felt their powerbelts become unbuckled. What remaining strength they possessed drained away as the belts were lifted from their climaxed bodies. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning had bent down to the climaxed duo and reached under the front of their powerbelts. They knew the universal code to unlock the belts and had quickly punched-in the code via the small buttons embedded into the underside of the belts. The powerbelts popped open in front and were withdrawn quickly from the climaxed duo's still-spasming bodies. Without their powerbelts, the superheroine duo of Crimson Strike and Blue Charger was just about finished.

It was one thing to be forced to orgasm with your powerbelt off. But to be forced to orgasm with your powerbelt on was simply crushing and defeating for both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger. The two once-formidable senior superheroines lay together climaxed and now powerbelt-less. They were broken. And they knew they were doomed...done in by the two junior superheroine twits. They were completely helpless and powerless to stop the voice's next command.

"Remember what I said my kittens... Now finish them off!!" Winny blurted into the microphone.

Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning heard the command and smiled devilishly. They each slipped off their flip-flops and proceeded to rub their bare feet over the superheroines' faces below them. Crimson Strike took in the foot stench of Crimson Spark, and Blue Charger was forced to smell Blue Lightning's pungent feet. The junior superheroines rubbed their stinky soles into the faces and noses of the senior superheroines below them. And then they stopped and let the nude senior superheroines lick their sweet feet one foot at a time.

Crimson Strike closed her eyes - she couldn't believe she was licking and tasting Crimson Spark's stinky feet and toes. The rumors of the young superheroine's nasty foot odor were true. That she was enjoying the taste further destroyed her confidence and mightiness. After all, she had been the one who had first advised after the AGENCY meeting that the case analyst really meant that the junior superheroines should 'stay on their stinky toes'. Lying nude and broken on the sauna floor, helpless to stop the sweaty and stinky bare feet from rubbing her face, Crimson Spark defeatedly and resoundingly admitted to herself that Crimson Spark's tangy feet smelled and tasted simply delicious.

Blue Charger enjoyed her dining on Blue Lightning's feet. She couldn't believe how sweaty and stinky Blue Lightning's feet were. She also couldn't believe how far she had fallen. Here she was nude and climaxed and lying on the floor licking Blue Lightning's feet. That Blue Lightning's feet were delicious humiliated and humbled her even more. Blue Charger's tongue swirled around Blue Lightning's sweet toes and tingled at the toe's tangy taste. Blue Lightning delighted in the fact that she had licked Blue Charger and that Blue Charger was, in turn, now licking and tasting her sexy and stinky feet. And, Blue Charger was enjoying it!

Both Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning put their flip-flops back on. They reversed the levers on their poles and the rabbit attachments folded neatly back into their compartments. And then Crimson Spark gave her pole to Blue Lightning to hold and grabbed the pole that Blue Lightning had used. She lifted the end of the pole to her eyes and looked closely at the phallic that had been in Blue Charger. Satisfied with the amount of pussy cum and drippings still on the faux-dick, Crimson Spark quickly moved the phallic closer to Crimson Strike's mouth.

"Open wide!" Crimson Spark said deviously.

Crimson Strike, drained of strength and helpless to resist, opened her mouth and let the phallic in. She then tasted her superheroine partner's pussy juices in her mouth. Crimson Spark worked the wet phallic into and out of Crimson Strike's mouth seductively. She moved it in deeper and deeper to the point that Crimson Strike started deep-throating it. Crimson Strike's eyes widened and rolled at the sweet pussy taste in her mouth. She couldn't help but think that Mandy's pussy taste was simply divine. She made a mental note to start enjoying her superheroine partner in new and delicious ways.

Blue Lightning did the same thing to Blue Charger. She inserted the dripping phallic that had been in Crimson Strike's pussy into Blue Charger's open mouth. Blue Charger took the faux-dick into her mouth deeply and licked and lapped at the delicious drippings and juices courtesy of Crimson Strike. Blue Lightning worked the faux-dick in and out of Blue Charger's mouth. Blue Charger was savoring and delighting in Crimson Strike's heady pussy taste. And then Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning looked at each other and nodded. They began simultaneously deep-throating the senior superheroines with deep and quick thrusts of the fiendish phallics.

Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were now being mouth-fucked. And mouth-fucked wickedly. They didn't even have time to gag. Their mouths gobbled up the faux-cocks and took them deep into their throats. Winny, still sitting in her seat back in the Security Office, was transfixed by the erotic scene in front of her. Two once mighty and majestic superheroines were sucking down two phallics like nothing she had ever seen. She let the mouth-fucking go on. She couldn't help but notice that both Crimson Strike and Blue Charger had instinctively lifted their knees and spread their legs wide open again. It was like their pussies were opening automatically in hopes that there were more cocks in the room. With no cocks or faux-cocks around to work their pussies, the superheroines' fingers began attacking their own pussies with frantic strokes. They were trying to get themselves off. Winny thought how the mighty had fallen. She took in the scene a few more seconds and then spoke into the microphone one last time.

"Now..., finish them off!" Winny said raspfully, indicating that the time had come.

Her voice had an erotic tremble to it. Winny was quite taken by the beautiful bodies of the older blonde superheroines succumbing in front of her and was busy stroking her pussy again. She had even kicked off her white pumps so she could smell the waftings of her own stinky feet and shoes. It wasn't long before her vagina was sopping wet again.

Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning immediately brought the poles back a little, bringing the slick faux-cocks out of the senior superheroines' mouths. They held the poles so that the phallics were just inches away from the faces of the wide-eyed superheroines. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger lifted their heads and looked up at the cocks that had just been in their mouths with dreamy eyes. Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning let the superheroines below them stare at the dicks for a few seconds. The dicks of their un-doing. And then Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning pressed buttons on the two poles at the same time.

Bright purplish gas billowed out from the faux-cocks into the surprised faces of the superheroines. The gas was strong and quick. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger had thought that maybe faux-cum was going to squirt into their faces from the cocks. They weren't expecting cock-out gas. The gas quickly invaded their noses and senses. And just like knock-out gas, the cock-out gas finished them off. They were both out before their heads could fall the few inches or so back to the floor of the sauna.

The done-in dynamic duo made quite a sight. The naked bodies of Crimson Strike and Blue Charger lay spread-eagled on the sauna floor. The remnants of purplish cock-out gas still swirled around their unconscious masked faces. Their sweaty and massive tits reached for the ceiling. Their nipples were hard and excited. Their pussies dripped of sweat and cum. Their legs were spread seductively and were covered with beads and streams of sweat and cum. Their bare feet and toes were relaxed and pointed to the ceiling in defeat. They were out cold. Out cold in a steamy hot sauna, no less.

Winny came a second time.

Soon after, Winny appeared at the sauna door with Lin and Wie in tow. Two of the security guards were also there. The sauna door opened and out came Crimson Spark and Blue Lightning. The junior superheroines removed their gas masks. Winny gave them each hearty kisses and hugs for a job well done. The two security guards entered the sauna to retrieve Crimson Strike and Blue Charger. The two guards carried Crimson Strike out first. One guard held her head and shoulders while the other held her feet. They lifted the unconscious superheroine up and onto the gurney that Lin and Wie had wheeled in. They all took in the magnificent sight of the nude superheroine lying prone on the gurney. The eyes behind the blue mask were closed and serene. Lin and Wie followed the guards back into the sauna to retrieve the superheroines' costumes. They found the girl's gloves, boots, socks, bikini tops, bikini bottoms, capes, and powerbelts. Everything went into a canvas bag to be cleaned or laundered.

Next out of the sauna came Blue Charger as the guards carried her the same way as they had Crimson Strike: one at the head and one at the feet. They deposited her on a second gurney. And then everyone gazed down at the naked and slumbering pair of superheroines. Their silent bodies were full of sweat and cum. They were cute and climaxed and unconscious. Winny picked up Crimson Strike's bare left foot and lifted it to her nose. Then Winny picked up Blue Charger's bare right foot and lifted it to her nose. Winny closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Between the smells of sweat and cum, Winny picked out the delightful scent of the girls' bare feet. She licked and tasted the girls' bare toes and closed her eye yet again. Finally, Winny turned to Lin and Wie.

"Take our newest dynamic duo to their next training!" Winny directed.

Lin and Wie smiled and began wheeling the gassed and buxom beauties to the annex. Then Winny took Crimson Spark by one hand and Blue Lightning with her other. She escorted the beautiful teen superheroines out of the spa and up to their apartment. They went into Lynda's room. Winny undressed the spectacular superheroines one at a time, taking time to smell the roses on the way. That is, Winny smelled the heady and odorous scent of Lynda's and Kirsten's flip-flops and bare feet. Winny undressed herself and kicked off her shoes. She then lifted her own pungent pumps to the noses of the beautiful teens. The teens inhaled and smiled. Their nipples began to harden and their pussies began to moisten from the aphrodisiac. Winny's, Lynda's, and Kirsten's spectacular threesome went on late into early the next morning. Then their three nude and climaxed bodies slept soundly in the same bed until the morning sun rose again to start a new day.

Lin and Wie wheeled the unconscious cuties into the room behind the large red door on the left side of the annex. Crimson Strike and Blue Charger had entered the spa that night through the bottling plant on the right side of the annex. They had been confident and cocksure. They had seen and heard the massive bottling production process - they had learned what was in the right side of the annex. For most of the day, the senior superheroines had been most curious about what was behind the secretive red door on the left side of the annex. And now, Crimson Strike and Blue Charger were finally behind the red door. Instead of confident and cocksure, the senior superheroines were now crumpled and cocked-out.

They were about to finally learn what was in the left side of the annex. Indeed, they were about to receive their '7 Cs' training. It would be a most 'climatic' end to their most curious of days.

**********************************************************************************

END of Episode 006 - "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Part 3) by Titanville

This story will continue in a future Titanville episode. But alas, there is news happening elsewhere in Titanville that must be reported in my next episode: Episode 007. Stay tuned!

**********************************************************************************

I enjoy reading your comments! You are invited to email your comments to: titanville@yahoo.com

**********************************************************************************